Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2022
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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[attr="class","kaitlynntalker"]An endless smile played across Kaitlynn's lips with the arrival of a long-planned event. After years of courting eventually leading into dating, the angel would be moving into her girlfriend's apartment. It brought the brunette a sense of nirvana knowing she would be living alongside the fierce, exotic woman she cared about immensely. She loved her anger, the manner her heart blossomed with a torrent of passion. She admired her strength, appreciated her combat capabilities and respected her both from an authority standpoint and personal.
The sounds of heavy breathing crashing through the door prompted Kaitlynn to glance away from her sorting. From the threshold crossed her girlfriend, a woman named Sonya. Known as her familiar and her girlfriend, the snake woman was the one who held the fiery, attractive passion. The teasing reached the young angel's ears, a small smirk crossing her lips as she set down the movies obtained from her home. She turned, her back leaning against the table as her girlfriend flopped against the soft cushions of the house.
"I'm pretty sure there is enough room when all you had was the bare necessities," Kaitlynn answered with a smirk. "Thanks for grabbing the last box by the way."
The angel approached the door, closing it on behalf of her exhausted girlfriend. Moments later her gaze returned to the movies, fetching the various DVDs from the box. She allowed Sonya to rest after carrying up the final, heavy box; likely filled with her weights given the heft. Among the boxes were a few things, one being filled with DVDs from her room, another containing a few devices such as a laptop and its charger, several boxes consisted of sports gear and exercise items. Then several containing the clothes she wore, though fortunately, they were the lighter of the boxes.
The sounds of shuffling grabbed Kaitlynn's focus as her purple eyes returned to Sonya. Refreshed, the familiar had returned to assist with the remainder of the unpacking.
"Well," she began, "I'm trying to think what would be easiest to put away... Or if we want to take the boxes to the rooms they will be in, then unpack them there. Maybe we should take the clothes first? I think they would be easy."
The angel suggesting as her eyes gazed over the many boxes. Those packed full of clothing would be placed in the bedroom and would remove a majority of the boxes from the kitchen entrance. Then everything in between could be handled in the aftermath of their organization. With a plan in mind, Kaitlynn began grabbing the boxes marked with permanent markers as 'clothing' and stacked two of the boxes together. Easily, the young woman lifted them, clearly taking two to allow her to see over problems with the weight.
Once inside the bedroom, she placed the boxes onto the bed. Her eyes swept over the room, recognizing the familiar scenery of her girlfriend's sleeping quarters, and now her's as well. The thought brought a gentle smile to her face as her eyes wandered a few more moments.
grab your coat, leave a note & run away with me.
[attr="class","kaitlynnnotesarea"]512 words for @sonya
[attr="class","kaitlynntalker"]Across the darkening skies were streaks of vibrant colours from the setting sun breaching through the cityscape. Purples mingling with fiery oranges across the tall buildings of the business district was a breath taking sight, but one Kaitlynn became acquainted with. Never had it lost its surreal beauty, but at times those gorgeous scenes were ignored in favour of something she considered more meaningful. Conversation between her and Sonya was valuable, although, the breathtaking skies above always summoned a calmness for it.
In the chilling night time air, Kaitlynn prompted the well-needed hand holding. In the natural movements, her fingers attempted to intertwine with Sonya's. The affection exhibited by the exotic woman since their relationship briefly caught her off guard, however, Kaitlynn welcomed every precious second. While she fancied her girlfriend's aggressive nature, the angel could enjoy the softer moments with ease. There was always something comforting about having a hand to hold or somebody to snuggle during the evenings.
As the angel prepared to start the hand holding, she felt Sonya's appear. The sensation surprised her, but the rounded corner revealed something. Perched along the line of buildings was a brand new restaurant, a BBQ. The angel's eyes glanced over the location, her stomach rumbling at the thought of food... The amount of paperwork kept her from a proper meal... The dark-haired woman failed to realize how much she was starving. A change of clothes was a brief thought until she heard Sonya's plea and witnessed those sad eyes.
"Alright," she said with a soft grin.
Their lack of on-field work kept their uniforms pristine, therefore, no harm would befall to entering with them. With those words, Kaitlynn began walking towards the glass front door. Her empty stomach begged it of her and considering Sonya's pleading, it was impossible to resist.
grab your coat, leave a note & run away with me.
[attr="class","kaitlynnnotesarea"]302 words for @sonya
[attr="class","kaitlynntalker"]Never had a clicking clock been more annoying than on a days where the papers stacked high and she discovered herself trapped at her desk. The seemingly endless tick-tocking filled Kaitlynn's ears as her purple eyes mulled over seemingly endless pages 11 point calibri font. Every page appeared the same as the regular templates were used to file reports, order requests and anything else occurring in the TRS. A soft sigh escaped the angel's lips as she began reading over the following report in regards to broken equipment.
During the early hours of her shift, Kaitlynn offered to assist with the hefty load of paperwork littering Sonya's desk. She could only accomplish so much given her inferior rank. Furthermore, she possessed her own workload, which was magnified by the fact unit two lacked a second sergeant presently. It left everything to the capable young angel on a majority of days, which lowered her amount of field time. However, she handled it with an efficient grace after years of accomplishing her duties as a higher up.
The pen scrawled across the line at the bottom of the paper, leaving a fresh signature made in blue ink. The pen was carelessly dropped on the desk after as Kaitlynn leaned back to rub her eyes. The soft squeak of her office door opening averted her attention from the work. Through the threshold to her office stood the exotic woman, arrived to ferry away the completed documents. The brunette failed to realize the time until Sonya's arrival, her eyes straying to the window where nightfall consumed Lorsette.
Another sigh breached Kaitlynn's lips as she placed the final document onto the pile. There was still plenty to do because of the backlog of paperwork. Her arms reached up in a large stretch followed by a yawn.
"Thank Akari," the angel mumbled.
As the paperwork was carried out, Kaitlynn pushed her office chair back. The angel stood tall, doing another stretch to work out any remaining stiffness from her muscles. Hastily, she gathered her items, tugging on her TRS uniform before grabbing her bag and throwing it over her shoulder. Quietly, she leaned against her desk, waiting for Sonya to walk past. A smirk graced her purple-tinted lips as she saw her girlfriend's frame. She strode over, turning out the lights and shutting the door before locking it.
"Trust me, I'm more than willing to get out of here," she informed her lover.
With those words, she followed Sonya down the halls, jovial about their escape from work. There would be a walk home, however, a familiar one Kaitlynn always enjoyed. As they entered the cool night air, Sonya mentioned the war, leaving the angel to shrug.
"It's hard to say... I honestly don't know what I will do if it ends," she murmured softly.
There were plenty of jobs available for a woman of her stature and capability. Alas, she rarely paid thought to those possibilities. Being a sergeant consumed her time and never did her thoughts revolve around the "what ifs" on the war's ending.
grab your coat, leave a note & run away with me.
[attr="class","kaitlynnnotesarea"]511 words for @sonya
[attr="class","kaitlynntalker"]The teasing remark hung in the air as Kaitlynn retreated from her girlfriend. A flirtatious sway entered her hips as she moved, displaying her pleasantly slender curves. As she ventured through the home, she approached the bathroom door, closing it, but refusing to lock it. A smile stretched across her lips upon entering the bathroom. Slowly, the angel tugged her TRS jacket off her shoulders, allowing it to drop. Her slender fingers reached, pulling up her sleeve to reveal the bare skin of her arm. The shower curtain was drawn and knob turned, Kaitlynn adjusting the temperature of the water.
Initially, cold and goosebumps inspiring promptly shifted to the comfortable blanket of warmth. With the simple shake of her arm, the brunette dispelled the droplets clinging to her skin. In her drunken state, the sergeant neglected to dry the water clinging to her skin, rather, she began stripping from her uniforms. The articles of clothing were piled in the clothing as Kaitlynn stepped into the wondrously warm waters. The alcohol-filled angel fumbled to clean the blood from her body, the task becoming more difficult when a guest joined her...
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At some point through the evening, Kaitlynn landed in the plush world of Sonya's bed. Clothed in the chosen garments for their slumber and head resting on her girlfriend's shoulder. Decisions clouded by alcohol and fueled by the beginnings of a recently developed relationship, she committed those dirtier actions with her girlfriend. There was nothing new about the thought, the pair occasionally having their drunken 'bed dances'. Messy-haired, Kaitlynn snuggled into Sonya's shoulder, purple eyes blissfully closed as she dozed a few extra moments.
Movement somewhat woke her from her slumber, however, the angel pretended to remain asleep. When the opportunity arrived, Kaitlynn would spare some extra minutes to sleeping, especially after a rigorous battle against Assembly forces. Sleep was welcomed as the angel was left, head shifted to a pillow for some extra minutes of sleep. The brunette stayed beneath the warm embrace of covers for an additional half-hour. She was half-asleep, merely dozing in bed to laze for some extra time. Alas, the time eventually arrived for Kaitlynn's magnificent eyes to crack open.
Light filtered through the apartment window, revealing the lack-lustre interior of Sonya's bedroom. The angel remained stationary a few moments, hazily remembering the evening. They went drinking, returned to her girlfriend's apartment and despite the weariness of battle had some adult fun. Her hands pressed against the mattress, lifting her from the softness of the pillows. The blanket rolled down Kaitlynn's shoulders as she rose and adjusted her position. Once sitting upright, her hands clasped together before being rose towards the ceiling to stretch her arms and shoulders as a yawn left her lips.
When her arms dropped to her sides, Kaitlynn turned, dangling her feet off the bed before pushing off. A coffee maker dinged from beyond the bedroom chambers, causing the angel to pause. She shuffled around the bed, snailing her away around the room before leaving. As she entered the kitchen, she discovered Sonya, coffee in hand and an additional one prepared for her. The angel shuffled over to it, taking her mug and shortly a sip of bitter liquid. Caffination was a welcomed addition to the angel's morning.
Once she ferried it from her lips, her purple hues locked onto the exotic woman.
"Thanks babe," she murmured sleepily before taking another sip. "Are you just going in to write your report?"
A fortunate fact of being in unit two was Sonya's promotion of time off following rough battles. The other sergeant would be requested to accomplish her paperwork while she rested herself for the day after. The process was something Kaitlynn admired, particularly after needing to sleep to regain energy. Unfortunately for her girlfriend, the exotic lieutenant would be required to write a report about the incident. It meant she would not receive the same amount of time off as the remainder of her unit, but could spare some time to rest, at least Kaitlynn hoped.
grab your coat, leave a note & run away with me.
[attr="class","kaitlynnnotesarea"]674 words for @sonya
[attr="class","kaitlynntalker"]The sergeant stood cross-armed with overt displeasure on her countenance in regards to the entire situation. Despite her reasonable concerns about William's safety, Kaitlynn felt as though she was being scolded, yet, her criticisms seemed well-founded. The blue-haired scout locked her in a basement for Akari's sake! Did that lacked substantial evidendence of shady dealings?! She believed if Takumi was truly well-meaning, he would have considered acting mature about the situation and not snapping while she did her basic duties!
Her fingers dug deeply into her arms as her brows slightly narrowed. Insults and blunt emotions were bitten back in favour of maintaining a civilized atmosphere; she could rant about it to Sonya later. After their apologies were exchanged, the angel inched away from the scout who brought force vexation. She listened as Donovan began taking control of the situation, his position as lieutenant being the only fact silencing Kaitlynn. It began with the green-haired man re-introducing himself to William.
She quickly assumed William met Donovan before the hex reveal. It surprised them all that Orville Redenbacher was secretly Donovan Beckard, a previous member of the TRS before his death alongside Amon. She listened as Donovan requested an explanation from Takumi. The angel kept herself silent despite her severe dislike of the blue-haired man. Then the green-haired man turned her way and asked what she knew about the situation and she was prepared to provide.
"From what I know, this man-" she gestured towards Takumi. "Told William he wanted to lock him in a basement. So I investigated and got snapped at and locked in a basement! He did not show me respect while I was caring out my job, that is why I planned on escorting William to HQ."
The angel was straight to the point, hands returning to cross her arms. There was a irritation written across Kaitlynn faced as she resigned herself back to the quietness. She said her bit and hoped her words would bring weight in the green-haired man's decision.
grab your coat, leave a note & run away with me.
[attr="class","kaitlynnnotesarea"]335 words for @takumi , @donovan & @wolferret
[attr="class","kaitlynntalker"]Through the streets they walked together, eventually approaching the familiar apartment building. Years of friendship allowed even the drunken version of Kaitlynn to recognize it. Frequently, she entered the apartment Sonya referred to as home because of their friendship now turned relationship. They invested countless hours into interacting with one another, thus it was natural for the angel to recognize the location. A giddy smile curled onto her lips as they pushed through the front doors of the complex into a small, dimly lit front desk. Somebody was still stationed behind the front desk despite the late hours, perhaps finishing up some work or just packing up.
Alas, Kaitlynn hardly paid them mind in her dazed state of mind; the alcohol had long intoxicated her brain. Quietly, she followed Sonya towards the stairs where they would slowly ascend to the hallways filled with seemingly endless apartments. As they reached Sonya's floor, they stepped out of the stairwell. They walked down the hallway, a subtle unsteadiness to Kaitlynn's steps as she followed her girlfriend. The brunette leaned against the wall, waiting as Sonya fumbled for the apartment's key to warrant them access.
A click echoed through the silent hallway, the soft creak of the opening door reaching the sergeant's ears. Once the exotic woman entered, Kaitlynn followed behind her, purple eyes lacking shock at the near-empty apartment. From what Kaitlynn knew, Sonya was hardly somebody to decorate her apartment, instead of focusing on the bare minimums. After entering, the angel grabbed the doorknob and closed it behind them. The open-floored apartment was a soothing sight after the combat they endured. The sounds of movement prompted her gaze to flit towards Sonya who flopped on the bed.
In her current state of mind, Kaitlynn failed to register a complaint about dirt and blood covering the blankets; it could be questioned in the morning. Sloppily, the angel pulled off her shoes, kicking them to the side to enter the apartment. Compared to Sonya, Kaitlynn's uniform was significantly less filthy due to her placement on organizational duties during the fight. As the angel walked further into the apartment, her arms reached up in a long stretch, a yawn escaping her lips. At the mention of a shower, she smiled.
"A shower sounds nice," she mumbled with plans to adhere to Sonya's words.
The sergeant turned, heading towards where she remembered the washroom to be located when a self-invitation was made. She froze with astonishment on her face accompanied by genuine thought. Intoxication whispered those little opinions not usually prevalent in Kaitlynn's mind, causing a teasing smirk. The angel giggled as she glanced over her shoulder at Sonya.
"Aaaannnndddd maybe I would like that," she flirted playfully.
Without further hesitation, Kaitlynn trotted forward, a series of giggles leaving her drunken lips. Liquor left her in a questionable state of mind, but would she regret the actions of her intoxicated self? It was unlikely given Sonya was her girlfriend. She entered the washroom, leaving the door unlocked while gleeful laughs echoed from her mouth.
grab your coat, leave a note & run away with me.
[attr="class","kaitlynnnotesarea"]508 words for @sonya
If Sonya does join her, feel free to timeskip and say they slept so we can end the thread or start again with it being morning. <3
[attr="class","kaitlynntalker"]Anger coursed through Kaitlynn’s veins from being locked in a basement for her actions. Furthermore, Donovan Beckard, the great unit one lieutenant decided SHE was expected to APOLOGIZE! The angel genuinely believed she was accomplishing her duties as a sergeant. Investigating suspicious circumstances that placed members of the TRS in danger was a job she placed high upon the mantle. While William had caused her problems during their first encounter, the brunette was determined to shield him from danger when possible.
Alas, her investigations landed her on the receiving end of something she considered humility; being required to apologize when she did NOTHING WRONG! The angel’s purple eyes were drawn into a glare, however, she dared not voice a further complaint with somebody ranked higher than her. The infamous Donovan Beckard was a TRS lieutenant, meanwhile, she was a mere sergeant. Would it stop her from being salty about the entire situation? Definitely not. The genuineness in her upcoming apology would be questionable, but she would say those words to avoid trouble.
“Fine,” Kaitlynn grumbled out.
The brunette’s arms were crossed as she rolled her eyes, clearly discontented with the situation. Quietly, she followed Donovan, annoyed by the requirement she was handed. Gradually, they moved through the house, reaching the location the voice came from. As they entered the room, Kaitlynn’s narrowed eyes watched Takumi, her face bitter. When Donovan stated they were required to apologize to one another, an annoyed sigh escaped her lips.
“I’m sorry,” she said, only somewhat genuine.
She believed there was no reason for her to apologize. There was nothing wrong with her actions, each having the proper intentions! A sergeant searching to protect a faekin, but being told she was wrong.
[ SO SORRY! I MISSED THIS ONE! ;-; ]
grab your coat, leave a note & run away with me.
[attr="class","kaitlynnnotesarea"]287 words for @takumi , @donovan & @wolferret
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