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 2024
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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A lingering sense of excitement filtered through Xeno's veins as his deep blue eye wandered the scene. Admittedly, the elf was captivated by the notions of spending a pleasant evening with another individual. His scouting eyes analyzed the other attendees of the blind date event. There were plenty of people enjoying themselves, whether they joined for genuine love, for mere friendship or perhaps with similar intentions to him was the curiosity. In his sweep, Xeno's gaze eventually returned to the registration table.
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The elf's brow quirked upon witnessing somebody approach him, a man matching the image provided. One corner of Xeno's lip pulled up, creating a satisfied smirk on seeing the closed-eyed man. The presumed partner possessed green hair, bright in the correct lighting and straight with the locks cut short. The elf flavoured the green-haired man with a broader smile as the stranger's footsteps carried him closer. His name echoed into the depths of Xeno's ears, confirming the beliefs the white-haired man held about the approaching man.
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He nodded at Warren. "That would be me and I'm quite aware, I was wondering when you would make your appearance."
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At the offered hand, Xeno greeted it with his own. It appeared he had been pleasantly gifted with an attractive man for the evening. Somebody who possessed traits of intrigue for somebody delving into this with libidinous intentions. While he would happily maintain distance should Warren be searching for other affairs with the connection. After a few moments, Xeno withdrew his hand.
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"An evening together sounds nice," he responded, content in his voice. "Do you have a preference? I'm here to flow with it all, so I'm up for anything honestly."
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There were mellow tones mingling into Xeno's voice. The elf was entirely here to enjoy whatever ride his date brought him on. If the opportunity raised for his personal wishes, than he would take hold of the circumstance. Otherwise, he would consider it a friendly time out with an acquaintance. Nonetheless, Xeno would discover contentment with wherever or whatever happened for the evening.
At times, Xeno craved the opportunity to connect with other people. He sought nothing romantic, rather, the elf merely wished for an evening of fun and perhaps a one-night stand should the opportunity present itself. His wishes were simple, though, if his partner craved a romantic evening, he would not push. If anything, the hunter's basic requirements consisted of cutting loose and relaxing for a time. Thus, even the settling chill of February's starting days failed to deter the elf as he dressed and prepared accordingly for the blind date event he signed up for.
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Never one for fanciful clothing, Xeno accomplished the minimal of his civil date duties. The chosen attire consisted of casual wear, however, nothing with an excessive mess, tears or an overly comfortable appearance. A simplistic dark blue v-neck with a black hoodie and additional black jacket covered the man's torso meanwhile his legs were covered by a pair of jeans and simple sneakers. Whatever his date wished to do for the evening would be easily accomplished by the TRS hunter. He possessed the balance to skate, his enhanced dexterity aiding him heavily, or would willingly attend a long walk.
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As the elf walked through the darkened streets of Lorsette, his one sightful eye gazed around him. Years in the TRS never failed to inform him of the malicious intentions of terrors. Willingly, they would lurk around street corners, waiting to ambush the unexpecting people of Lorsette. Similar could be stated about the equally malicious Assembly members who worked in tandem with terrors. Thus, the hunter accomplished a natural sweep of the area around him, assuring his safety as he continued down the sidewalks to the hosting area.
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Eventually, the outdoor rink came into his sight. Specially decorated with lights across the fences, making it a glittering beacon in the Lorsette night. People were gathered and paired, each being arranged with their respective partner for the Blind Date event, a decent amount happily smiling. A grin stretched across the face of the TRS hunter as he quietly admired the people around him. The event attracted a decent grouping of youthful faces, though some could be older than their faces suggested. Immortality was a widely available ability, thus many could easily exhibit the physical traits of youth.
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Quietly, Xeno approached the front desk where two wide-eyed individuals happily stationed themselves. They were quick-moving and upon the mention of his name, the pair were already organizing their notes. One went through the information, giving a verbal reading and the names of the booked areas. A small map with addresses and location was provided after the verbal reading while the other plucked a card from the list. The index card was handed over alongside a name tag to assist with finding one another amidst the crowd.
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Once provided everything, Xeno gave a nod of thanks before retreating from the table. Temporarily, the nametag and card were shoved into his jacket pocket while he folded the map and placed it into the other pocket. Freshly freed hands allowed the one-eyed hunter to pluck the nametag from his pocket. Hastily, his calloused fingers fiddled with the pin, confidence being derived by his enhanced dexterity. The tag was pinned to his jacket, the name Xeno McFallon officially brandished onto his chest. After, Xeno grabbed the card, taking a peek at the small card brandishing a picture and the individual's name.
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His eyes analyzed the green-haired man with golden eyes on the small, rectangular portrait. A soft 'hmm' drifted between Xeno's closed lips after peeking at the image. Shortly, his blue eye shifted, noting the name carefully etched onto the card, a single moniker of 'Warren'. A satisfied smile touched Xeno's face as he raised his head, observant orb searching for the man noted on the card.
Concern increased the longer Xeno stared at William, the colour of his face. Those physical traits of somebody known for being partially Fae were unusual. They were representations of beauty because of their passive abilities, however, the complexion of William's flesh was concerning. A frown stayed on Xeno's face as they slowly proceeded through the hallway, listening to the thunderous sounds of alarms. Each step brought them closer to safety, every member tense as they continued down the corridor in hopes of exiting the main building shortly.
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Hidden beneath the headache-inducing blares of the alarm were subtle pops of an unknown origin. The elf failed to notice the tiny noises, his ringing ears and intoxicated mind hardly possessing the necessary focus. The pulsating pain from his leg accompanied by the pain-killer-like effects of William's magic kept the elite hunter from fully focusing on the situation at hand. His blue eyes worked perfectly fine, alas, the passive-magic used to fuel them fended the side-effect of an intoxicated state.
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Briefly, Xeno's eyes strayed from the hallway to spare another glance at his companion. There were flushed cheeks on William's face, the elf raising a brow as he stared at the blond. Despite his injured leg, the white-haired man attempted to pick the pace up. Down the hallway was the door to the sparring grounds, the location where they could escape to the safety of the gymnasium was in sight, however, a popping sound was reaching his ears as his companion grunted. Immediately, Xeno's eyes glanced over as he halted, concerned over the mysterious part-fae who assisted him.
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Attention was fixated, words shouted over the blaring sirens, however, before anybody could cease the future events a bang crashed through the hallway. Blinding light filled the corridor accompanied by a force that ripped Xeno away from the blond, successfully slamming him hard into the nearby wall, head hitting the flat surface. Pain spiked through the elf's leg as he crumbled to the ground, unable to focus from everything that happened. Seemingly endless pain in his leg, an intoxicated sensation and now ringing in his ears.
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Painful sensations sparked within his eyes, the magically enhanced optics unable to handle sudden flashes of light. Dizziness conquered as the elf swam between consciousness, his body unprepared to handle further peril. Voices were drowned out from the ringing of his ears as people in dark-coloured uniforms gathered them. The elite hunter hardly fought, his wounded leg worse than prior. The abrupt force loosened the improvised bandage, even opening sections of the wound that were once clotted. Everything was a blur for Xeno as those who found them assisted the group of damaged hunters.
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In the end, the elf was transported to a hospital once safety was created. Alas, the final moments before transportation were a blurry mess of uncertainty and struggles to focus.
Everything was the sign of the disaster, or perhaps, the aftermath. The radio was dysfunctional, theoretical from damages accomplished on the tower. Each step seemed somewhat blind without the assistance of scouts, the radio and functional cameras available to the group. Senses and their skills were the only things they could depend on since everything else was not operational unless the scouts managed to repair everything. Sirens blared, drowning out the idle buzz of Xeno's radio as they walked through the hallways.
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Walls were painted red by the lights, Xeno glancing up, watching the flash for a mere second before flinching and glancing away, however, his slowed movements were not ceased. Everybody seemed tense, frightened, uncertain, but prepared to face whatever obstacle they passed. Survival, the ultimate goal, was their fixation as they proceeded. The elf fixated on the path ahead, his attention only wavering when the grip around his hand tightened. First, the elite hunter's brilliant blue eyes glanced at their connected hands before glancing at William's face.
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Worry flashed on the elf's face as he spared a few moments to observe the part-fae's expression. The frown on Xeno's face deepened as he narrowly noticed the paled face in the red emergency lights.
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"You okay, Will?" He asked quietly and further gave the kid a nickname.
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Gradually, they approached a T-shaped intersection with the Hunter Missions bulletin board. There were two separate directions, one leading to the relaxation rooms, cafeteria and scouting areas while the other led to the sparring arena. A soft sigh escaped the elf's lips as he gazed down the sparring area path.
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"We need to get to the gym... The fastest way is through the doors by the sparring area," Xeno stated.
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The elite hunter was unaware if the path to the gymnasium was guarded, especially since they would have to traverse outside to arrive in the safety area. With a frown, they turned towards the hallway leading to the sparring grounds, everybody preparing to head down the corridor.
The blond's magic was satisfactory enough in diminishing the painful sensations shooting into Xeno's muscles from the unfortunate injury. The significance hardly mattered considering the amount of pain the elf felt previously, although, it compared nothing to when he lost his eye. There was emotional pain when his brother used his knife and threw away their family bond and joined the dreaded Assembly of Phantoms. Either way, Xeno appreciated the subtle numbing which made his wound more tolerable. Despite the subtle pain easement, Xeno moved cautiously, the circumstance of his injury potentially getting worse with each movement. Complaints were hushed, everybody silently moving once the wounded elf was prepared to hobble his way down the hallway. Wheels squeaked as they rolled over tiled floors, barely noticeable under the consistent screeching of alarms. Red lights flashed throughout the hallway, coating the dull-coloured walls and making a menacing scene. The sounds of battle were limited, the elf's blue eyes glancing around consistently. The hunters kept caution, their alert mindsets observing their surroundings.
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Pace through the hallway was gradual because of Xeno's injury, thus there was plenty of time to assess ahead for danger. The smaller hunter walked in front of the gurney, eyes glancing around the corridor, prepared for danger. As they moved, Xeno heard William's words, his eyes glancing to the mysterious boy. He offered a shrug to him.
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"Been through worse, that's damn certain," Xeno responded in a low grumble.
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With those words, Xeno proceeded to slowly follow behind his fellow hunters. One hand remained grasped around William's while the prepared to possibly grab Alyx should she be required. Alas, his thoughts were slightly distracted by those of his brother, the man who's hatred grew great enough for him to bring a knife to his face and claim his eye. Already, Xeno knew if he ever saw his brother again, a battle would ensue and he would be determined to reign victorious.
Concerns about William's alignment as a prisoner hardly existed in Xeno's mind, solely because of everybody objectives being fixated on something mutual, survival. Nobody wanted to die by the hands of the Assembly of Phantoms, thus those present in their current situation appeared content with working together to avoid the haunting grasp of death breathing down their necks. When thanked, Xeno merely provided a nod of acknowledgement while he observed the hallway, watching carefully until his fellow hunters returned. Rising from the tiled floor of the medical ward proved extremely difficult, intense pain spiking in his wounded leg. A single hand reached back, hanging Alyx until his back while he hauled himself off the ground. Narrowly, Xeno managed onto his feet, his right hand using the wall to provide a moment of rest after the painful endeavour. Concern was shown, however, the elite hunter remained silent as he waited for the pain to numb down. The elf's eyes flitted around the scene, noticing the dust mingled with splatters of red. It was nothing significant, but Xeno was plenty aware the precious red paint came from the wound on his leg.
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Silence reigned, broken when surprise flared as the blond offered assistance. Worrisome countenances drew on the faces of his fellow hunters, both clearly wary of trusting the prisoner. Unfortunately, their situation was rather dire considering how circumstances only appeared to worsen over time. Hesitantly, he took William's hand, the strategy perhaps reckless, but seemingly needed considering the large gash on his leg. Despite the effects of the magic, Xeno cleared his throat and prepared to speak.
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"Okay... Let's move... if we get ambushed bad, you guys run for it... I'll do what I can, but... the most I can do is hobble on a bum leg," Xeno mumbled out.
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His movement would be restricted, even as the horrendous gradually began numbing the longer he held William's hand. Confusion entered the elf's gaze as he glanced at the mysterious blond. Inside his head, everything grew slightly fuzzy, nothing damaging, but similar to the intoxicated thought-process discovered with alcohol or the consumption of certain medicines. Fortunately, the painful sensation from the wound waned slightly, allowing Xeno to steady himself without the assistance of the wall. A grimace graced his face because of the expected pain, however, the feeling was desensitized compared to the original state. No complaints escaped the white-haired hunter's lips, the magical assistance acting as a painkiller, even possessing similar side effects from taking those types of pills. After a few moments, Xeno moved forward, limping in a desperate attempt to avoid damaging the wounded area further. The burly man who previously carried two hunters wheeled the gurney meanwhile the other hunter prepared himself to assist with the defensive aspect. Everybody was hoping to escape, to taste the glory of survival.
Excuses immediately escaped the mouths of Xeno's fellow hunters, prompting the elite to narrow his stunning blue eyes further as more were provided. A hunter's role was to protect citizens against the threat provided by the Assembly of Phantoms, not neglect somebody merely because they feared the weighty consequences of fighting the enemy. A cowardly TRS hunter would be completely useless in their efforts to defeat Zeredah and claim victory in this long-lasting war against her monsters. Admittedly, the archer was only pleased when they obeyed orders and scurried down the hallway in search of something to assist their present situation. While they searched the hallways, Xeno commanded the blond to come fiddle with the TRS radio. Once the young man plucked it from his belt, the elf listened while keeping his bow primed and ready for possible combat. Earlier, the connection was downed, however, the elite hunter could always hope the scouts got everything functional again; he would not doubt the Assembly was attempting to keep their communications limited. When William mentioned telling him something, Xeno's eyes briefly glanced at the blond before his attention focused back on the hallway.
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Before the prisoner could conclude his words, the radio showed limited signs of life. The garble of words mixed with radio static hardly created concise sentences, but the limited words nonetheless provided clues to the occurrences around them. A soft sigh escaped Xeno's mouth, the elf hoping they used those few moments of the proper radio connection to call back hunters on the field.
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"I hope they called some hunters back... some of us are bound to still be on a mission when this shit happened," Xeno mumbled. "As for what you are, don't worry about it. We're all trying to survive right now. It isn't about what you are at the moment and if the higher-ups nag me about it, I will straight-up tell them I didn't give damn. You're stuck in the same crappy situation. Besides, you can't be that bad if they aren't lockin' you up in the cells downstairs."
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Genuinely, Xeno could hardly care about William being labelled as a prisoner. While it manifested a wariness towards the blond, the white-haired hunter could accept that their goals were mutual. Survive the mayhem with as little injury as possible. The sounds of wheels squeaking on the tile floor breached through the alarms, Xeno glancing over to witness as his fellow hunters rolled a gurney. Slight relief breached the elite hunter's face as they drew closer.
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"Okay, load everyone up. Might be a little packed, but we don't have many options now," Xeno stated.
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Quickly, the pair of hunters lifted their unconscious comrades onto the gurney, packing them close. A few extra moments of sitting were spared while the job was being completed. Minutes passed until everybody who was incapacitated was loaded, the hunter's eyes locking on the elite. Slowly, the elf rose from his position, movements shaky as he gradually lifted himself off the floor. The archer's face twisted into a painful grimace as the wound on his leg screamed a complaint to his movements. Deep breaths were taken as he leaned a shoulder against the wall before steadying himself. His injury was a hindrance, however, the elf was determined to move.
Throbbing leg pain, two idiotic hunters refusing to even check through the windows of the stairwell doors and few options remaining. Unfortunately, the cynical elf was not surprised by their lack of concern towards his physical health. Under most circumstances, most individuals merely cared about themselves and thus, Xeno understood why his cohorts decided to leave him ironically bleeding in the place designed to tend his wounds. Precious minutes were ticking by, and admittedly, the elite hunter believed their only hope left was to band everybody together and cross over to the gymnasium. Alas, the following actions were interrupted as TRS hunters burst through the doors, mentioning a prisoner. The elf's actions paused briefly, however, he knew completing his impromptu bandage was crucial. Moves were hastily done, tightness around the gashes being manifested as he silently listened to the exchange of words. Fortunately, the pair were the two they were searching for, however, they appeared more keen on arresting William opposed to getting everybody out of the situation safely. Quiet reigned as even as Xeno was interrogated, the archer narrowing his eyes at the pair of hunters.
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"A terror happened... it is a damn Assembly attack, what else would attack me?" He remarked with some sarcasm before adding, "And you decided to send down a defenceless kid before you came down? How about you make yourselves useful and see if there is something we can use to get everybody who is unconscious to safety. You can leave 'em here for now. We're in the medical ward, so I bet you can find somethin'."
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There was a stern tone to Xeno's voice, the arrival of his comrades failing to lighten his cynical thoughts for the time being. While they referred to William as a prisoner, the elf knew firsthand how incapable the young boy was; he would be lucky to fight off a fly. As the pair set down their cargo and scurried to procure anything large and with wheels, Xeno slowly adjusted himself, hand wrapping around his bow. Both hunters could tell the elite was reprimanding them for lacking the courage the blond held.
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"Come over here kid," he requested, voice quieter this time. "Grab the radio from my belt and see what you can find out."
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The device was forgotten in the moment of injured panic, however, it would prove to be useful. Gathering information on what was occurring beyond the walls was significant, and prisoner or not, Xeno would never carelessly hand his precious bow over to another individual. Alyx would dislike having somebody else's hands all over her.
Terrors were a dastardly creature to exist on Enki's magnificent Earth, evident by their twisted bodies and their work for a malicious cause. Animals were helplessly transformed into war machines under Zeredah's rule, thus Xeno was displeased as he leaned heavily against the walls of the damaged medical ward. Blood oozed from the trio of gashes, warm and sticky as it trickled down his leg, making his pants cling to his flesh. Pain throbbed in his injured thigh, a grimace being evident on the elf's face as he attempted to focus through the pain. Three unconscious and another wounded, the escape to the gymnasium was becoming questionable, to say the least, however, the elite hunter's mind was searching for another possible solution. Alas, the pain manifested hesitation to speak as he grated his teeth. Stopping the bleeding was crucial, unfortunately, the dangerous nature of the situation would make accomplishing the task difficult. Shouts and footsteps echoed from the stairwell, Xeno's slowly crawling to gaze at the mouth. The heavy doors opened slightly, the elf noticing the blond boy from before, who promptly barged in.
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The elite hunter listened to his words, flinching as he sunk to the ground. Clearly, the blond was attempting to be helpful, but currently, he required everybody else from their group to join them.
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"Hold on a second, kid. Did nobody else come with you? Cause you need to call 'em down here right now. I wouldn't doubt if the other stairwells are guarded," Xeno commanded him. "Now keep your shirt off and go get 'em. I can handle myself a bit longer. Didn't get the red colours to die from a few cuts."
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In the elite hunter's eyes, the cuts created from the terror were meagre, nothing life-threatening; even though they were large. Slowly, Xeno's right hand reached up, undoing the clasp of his cloak. It fell behind him, bunching at his lower back. Carefully, the elf lifted himself, retrieving the cloak from beneath him before grabbing his knife. Despite being in close proximity to the medical ward, nobody could be certain what supplies survived the initial attack. Promptly, he brought the knife's blade to the fabric's hood, tearing through it to leave the cape section of the dark red cloak. Limited time was provided, the destination hanging in Xeno's mind as he quickly handled his wound. The hood was folded down over the cuts, promptly absorbing blood. Only moments later did the elf wrap the remainder of the cloak around his damaged legs, pulling the ends tight. A flinch of pain crossed his countenance, but he kept tightening it until it applied a suitable amount of pressure to his injuries. Once completed, the ends were tied together, creating a meagre, but thick "bandage".
The relationship between Xeno and Sergeant Harris was strictly professional, but as a hunter in her unit, and furthermore an elite, he was informed about the incident. Alas, the elf was not bothered by the thought, in fact, he was somewhat humoured when informed of the incident. Everything turned out fine, thus he could reasonably chuckle about the situation, right? Either way, Xeno would discover those pangs of amusement when thinking about the occurrences on that patrol. There were no plans to reprimand the boy, he appeared harmless considering the purple-haired man was attempting to murder him. If the elite hunter were to guess, he would assume the blond was a rank not associated with the on-field teams because of how defenseless he appeared in that instance. Furthermore, their predicament became more interesting with the manner his comrades resisted the boy's offer of assistance through magic. When the white-haired hunter finally requested the young man's name, the golden dust of his fellow part-fae's magical energy disappeared. The elf's blue eyes remained locked on hallway after his inquiry was given, somebody needed to remain alert after all.
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A few moments after being provided the name, Xeno gave a nod of acknowledgement before saying, "I see..."
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Gradually, the group was closing in on the stairs where the elf paused. Concern drifted over his brow for a brief flash before a cocky smile twisted onto his face. There was a moment of thought while Xeno gazed down the stairs, knowing the small space lacked any rooms where they could fall back too.
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"Perhaps you guys should follow me slowly down here. With these damn alarms it will be hard to know what's down there until we get there. So if you come down, stop at the landing," Xeno explained.
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After those words, the courageous hunter began heading down the stairs, steps slow as his fingers remained hooked onto the string. Breath was slowed to a calming pace as he headed down to the landing, pausing to observe the empty, albeit, war-torn corridor. The elite hunter's blue eyes narrowed as he pulled back the string and slowly proceeded down to the ground floor. As his first foot collided with the hallway, he heard a sharp growl. Reflexes kicked into overdrive as Xeno's body turned in the creature's direction, fingers loosening as a tiger-like terror launched in his direction. Without hesitation the arrow rocketed through the air and embedded into the creature's shoulder while Xeno pulled back. Claws were out as the mutated tiger swiped and successfully cut into the elf's leg. A grunt of pain breached the white-haired man's lips, however, he was quick to grab the dagger. Despite the pain, the dagger was trusted into the creature's neck, claws nearly piercing again. A loud thump echoed through the hallway as the tiger fell before turning into black dust. Meanwhile, the archer leaned against the wall to assess the damages.
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"Dammit," the elf grumbled.
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The white-haired man's upper leg had a trio of nasty gashes which oozed blood. The injuries could undoubtedly be worse, but with every passing minute, their situation became more challenging. First the unconscious hunters, not he managed to get himself injured when he was expected to fend off attackers. Wasn't this just peachy?
A notched arrow stationed itself in Xeno's boy, awaiting the moment when its master would set it loose. The archer's fingers remained perched on the thick string, calloused tips feeling the texture. Preparations were being made to proceed down their expected path while the elf stood guard near the doorway. The shuffling of the other unconscious hunter being picked up reached Xeno's ears, however, he never diverted his attention from carefully scouting the hallway until footsteps could be heard. Briefly, the white-haired half-fae glanced over his shoulder, noticing one of the hunters carrying two of the unconscious ones while the other carried a mere one. The heavyset ginger carried two, theoretically somebody who preferred using his enhanced strength whenever possible. Meanwhile, a skinnier, dark-haired man carried the other one and conveniently, the smallest of the unconscious hunters. The elf nodded at the pair, signalling that he believed it was time for them to proceed through the headquarters and to the gymnasium. He allowed the pair of hunters carrying their burdens through before quickly walking forward to take the point of the group.
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As the only individual carrying a weapon, Xeno knew he should be expected to lead and defend the group. Nearby was the mysterious blond who he spared the responsibilities of carrying the unconscious hunters, partially because he believed the young man lacked muscle. Furthermore, his obvious ineptness in self-defence when Peter Pan attacked with the possessed hunters confirmed he was unlikely to be a hunter, apprentice or otherwise. The elf proceeded to lead, silently surveying their surroundings as they ventured further into headquarters. Blue eyes only strayed when his ears detected the blond's words. Another glance over the shoulder allowed Xeno to view the spectacle which involved the golden dust. A faint smile touched the hunter's lips, however, he remained silent as he slowed the group's pace to allow the part-fae's magic to function. When fatigue was removed from the situation, the elite hunter appeared quite pleased with the current circumstance. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he glanced at the blond to smile at him.
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"And the sergeant thought you were a handful," he teased. "Anywaaays, what is your name, kid?"
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Despite starting a casual conversation, it was obvious the elite hunter remained alert to their surroundings. Blaring alarms made listening for enemies nearly impossible, thus lightening the mood with some small talk sounded like medicine to calm the group. Throughout their walk towards the stairs, Xeno carefully peered through the hallways, even glancing behind them all while keeping his arrow notched.
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