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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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","carvetitle"]I'm stronger than you think
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How long do I have to prove myself for you to finally see that?! I work harder than anybody else, but you just keep dragging me down!
[attr="class","carvenotes"]elysia wilts Notes will go right here
[attr="class","carvetext"]Merely her presence summoned a sense of happiness for the dark-haired man. The smile across her beautiful pink lips brought a fluttering sensation to Orion's chest as he watched her face. Without hesitation, his lips followed her example into a broad smile while his eyes momentarily went wayward. There was a surreal nature to the ginger-haired woman's beauty, something that kept his eyes locked upon her without hesitation or second thought. Their union for the picnic appeared to be a perfect match as Elysia quickly zeroed in on the perfect location for them to set up their blanket. Deftly, Orion fetched the various items from the compartment, only stopping when Elysia came over for the blanket.
"Alright, go ahead," the police officer told her.
A few steps were taken backwards, leaving room for Elysia to access the compartment. Once she grabbed their chosen blanket, Orion used his free hand to close the carrying area. A couple of hasty strides allowed the human to catch up to his supernatural crush. From behind Elysia, Orion's eyes watched her strides, the way the soft breeze played with her ginger hair... The visual brought a soft heat to his cheeks and a jump to his heart rate. Only moments later would his eyes drift away while his face burned with a faint pinkish tinge.
He watched the blanket unravel, the young woman smoothing everything out until nothing was folded over. When offered the chance to sit, Orion nodded, taking his place beside Elysia. The officer set the picnic basket in front of them alongside the other supplies they brought. Across the field, his steel-grey eyes gazed in wonder.
"Wow... it's really beautiful out here..." The man paused before laughing awkwardly. "I know I picked this place... but sometimes it still takes me away, you know?"
There was a little stilting to his words from the nervousness bubbling in the pits of his stomach. Yet, in everything, there was excitement fluttering beneath and pulsing through his skin like the sparks of a burning firework.
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[attr="class","carvetitle"]I'm stronger than you think
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How long do I have to prove myself for you to finally see that?! I work harder than anybody else, but you just keep dragging me down!
[attr="class","carvenotes"]elysia wilts Notes will go right here
[attr="class","carvetext"]The nervousness crawled over his shoulders and bore into them as Orion told Elysia to gaze around at her surroundings. He wanted her to enjoy the entirety of the scene, from the light drift of the wind to the gorgeous expanse of grass and flowers lit by sunlight. Impressing her was significant, however, Orion remained a little uncertain about the exact reasons behind the necessity. There was something about witnessing her smiling and happy that made his heart flutter. While he asked her out, the human was a little uncertain where exactly it would lead or the reality of his emotions.
Nonetheless, he possessed vague notions as to the desire to impress Elysia. Thus, when her words reached his ears, a soft smile crawled over his lips without hesitation. The mention of set-up brought a soft 'uh' to breach his lips. After a few moments, he shrugged at her.
"Sure, I'll go with your idea. I didn't think much about set up when I brought you out here," the dark-haired man explained.
He hit the jack, allowing the motorcycle to lean on it before slowly getting off. The strap of the helmet was released with a click as Orion pulled it off and settled it on one of the handles. He opened the box, revealing the supplies carefully hidden away safely inside. Everything was grabbed, gently to avoid jostling as he approached Elysia.
"I have everything. Lead the way," Orion informed her.
There was a cheerfulness to his voice with an edging nervousness festering beneath it. The dark-haired man wished to impress the gorgeous ginger-haired woman. His steel-grey eyes flitted over her, noticing the gentle way the breeze picked at her hair, the breathtaking light in her eyes... To onlookers, it would be obvious the officer was smitten with the familiar he knew.
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[attr="class","carvetext"]A fixation on driving became the only method Orion could implement to avoid recognizing the warm sensation across his cheeks. The sensation of Elysia pressing against his back with arms wrapped around his abdomen summoned a sense of nervousness within him. There was something about the young woman that brought a sense of anxiety accompanied by excitement. A unique blend of emotions that gave him happiness as he fancied the peculiar sensations playing about inside his mind. Fortunately, it brought playful into the depth of Orion's mind, a smile crawling over his face despite the nervousness.
Yet, everything blossomed as they entered the calico forest. Through the soft rumble of the motorcycle engine, he heard Elysia's words as she admired the scenery. Her soft words and the easing of her body... He felt the fluttering inside his chest as the bashful smile widened. His hyper-awareness eased slightly, as though responding to the calmness Elysia began feeling with the shift in scenery. He turned down a smaller road, heading towards where Orion knew the scenery was pleasant and the people few, providing them with some privacy.
Trees began parting into a small field, opening into the Wanderer's Meadow. The motorcycle slowed, Orion easing on the break to enter a steady stop.
"We're here. What do you think?" The dark-haired man said.
A smile was evident as Orion unstrapped his helmet and lifted it from his head. The breeze tousled his hair, pleasant and refreshing after the ride to the countryside. The human glanced at his passenger, greeting her with a bright smile as she waited for her response. If Elysia was displeased, Orion was not against going to another location.
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[attr="class","carvetext"]Whispering in the back of his head was the insistence of impressing the ginger-haired woman. There were interesting traits to Elysia's presence that affected Orion entirely. An edge always existed, subtle, but evident the longer he stood within the folds. Nervousness prickled up his spine, but an excitement pounding within his ribcage and against his sternum. The mixture was radical, wild and twisting, winding up like a tornado he found himself lost within. Each moment was blinding, inside his ears, the symphony in his heart echoed as he guided himself on pure instincts alone.
Though perhaps in a complete lapse of judgement, Orion failed to realize the self-condemnation he placed himself in. The test against his heart arrived after he adjusted himself on the seat of the motorcycle. The slender arms of the woman who he invited out latched around him, as he directed. Momentarily his body stiffened, a heat coming over his cheeks as a soft, red tinge painted them. He failed to realize the closeness required for the ride, however, rather than panic himself further, he accomplished several inaudible breaths.
"Yeah, fine. Perfectly fine," the young police officer insisted.
Inside his head, he worked to persuade himself further in being alright. Rather than dwell on it extensively, he accomplished the regular actions, rolling out of the garage to close the door and continue on his way. Into the streetways, he entered, the roar of the motorcycle's engine and the sensation of air around him bringing a familiar comfort. The embrace of the world buzzing around allowed some alleviation. The hum of other vehicles existed as they went through the roads, heading towards the outer reaches of Lorsette.
As they stopped at the first stoplight, Orion glanced around at the vehicles before looking back at Elysia. He wanted her to enjoy the ride and gaze about at the scene without the filters of glass.
"Take a look around, I think you'll enjoy it," he told her, raising his voice so she could hear him.
The stoplight switched to the next light, and with that, Orion continued down the streets of Lorsette. The bustle of life around them was mighty, only thinning out as they reached out the outer edge of Lorsette. Beyond the shorter buildings were bright, colourful leaves. The autumn season always made the Calico Forest a gorgeous place and a worthwhile location for their picnic. Slowly, they went off the paved paths and onto the dirt, where dust kicked behind them, however, in an enchanting dance was the spiralling leaves.
Around them, they fell, being blown in the motorcycle's speed down the dirt path to head to the picnic location. It made the drive a wonderful sight and Orion's head glanced around when the time allowed it.
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[attr="class","carvetext"]Admittedly, the dark-haired RCMP officer was fortunate Elysia decided to wear pants opposed to a summer dress. Alterations could be created to assure safe travel, however, reattaching the sidecar would take time and naturally, he would require a towel to avoid the ginger-haired woman being covered in millions of hairs. The sidecar was always Bosco's spot after all. Due to the consistency of Bosco's travels with him, Orion had never bothered cleaning the sidecar. Then with the recent realization of Bosco being human, there was little time to fixate on the changes.
Plenty of requirements existed for upcoming changes. From assuring Bosco had a suitable bedroom room to the school registrations, it made all the smaller concepts something to worry about later. The motorcycle keys shuffled in Orion's hands as a broad smile touched his face. Thoughts of the potential unfolding of their plans brought a sense of exhilaration to the dark-haired man's body. Slowly, Orion slid the key into the ignition, allowing it to dangle rather than twist it and turn everything on.
The question prompted Orion's gaze to return to her, laying on Elysia with the helmet atop her head. The human smiled at her, providing a quick nod.
"Looks all good," he responded.
Moments later, Orion reached for his helmet, a single leg going over the bike as he adjusted for the helmet to remain tight on his head. Once settled onto the seat, the dark-haired man eased.
"Get on, I'll start it once you're on, and hold on tight," he instructed, checking over his shoulder.
If Elysia got onto the bike, Orion would naturally twist the key and bring up the kickstand. The man fumbled with the garage fob, clicking the button and allowing the door to roll up with the clicking of the chains. Once open, he planned on inching forward to stop briefly, close the door and continue down the busy streets of Lorsette.
It's alright, I mostly wanted to message to check if I should know anything about the route? I heard it was in the outskirts and it can be a rough area.
[attr="class","carvetext"]Excitement filled his veins similar to electricity, however, the nervous encroaching over Orion's shoulders made it near impossible to think straight. The first time he planned on spending time alone with Elysia, plenty of unexpected occurrences complicated their time together. Discovering Bosco was not a dog, but rather a shifter, had drastically altered the mood from their muffin tasting contest. Rather than create connections with Elysia, he found himself crawling under a bag chasing after his anxious "dog".
Thus, this time around the young man carried pangs of hope that he could have a good conversation with Elysia. He prayed the opportunity to have an enjoyable time with the ginger-haired woman as opposed to one riddled with a series of distracting happenings. He cared about Bosco undoubtedly, however, they both required time apart. The mention of the mini muffins sparked the dark-haired man's attention as Elysia procured a container from the unzipped bag. As she explained, a gentle smile crawled onto Orion's face.
"Thanks, I can leave one or two out for him to have. I know he will be happy with this," the dark-haired man explained. "Glad to hear I get some too."
A soft chuckle punctuated Orion's words, one with notes of anxiety as he tried to make a light-hearted comment. Briefly, he entered the kitchen, taking a pair of mini muffins onto a plate. Slowly, he laced some plastic wrap over them before grabbing a piece of scrap paper where he wrote 'For Bosco'. He left it by the plate before closing the container and putting it away for the time being. With the action done, he arrived at the garage where he opened the console for their picnic items to be safely stored. Once it was open, his eyes landed on Elysia where he flashed her a nervous smile.
"Our stuff can go in here. That way it will be safe," he explained before turning away from the bike. "I'll grab my aunt's helmet, it should be able to fit you."
His steps carried him away from his prized motorcycle to the rows of hanging coats, winter boots and helmets. From there he plucked two, one being his own with a black and red styling and the other being Aunt Melody's. Briskly, he turned on a heel and returned to Elysia where he offered the extra helmet.
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[attr="class","carvetitle"]I'm stronger than you think
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How long do I have to prove myself for you to finally see that?! I work harder than anybody else, but you just keep dragging me down!
[attr="class","carvenotes"]elysia wilts Sorry for the wait!
[attr="class","carvetext"]The metal and plastic keys were enveloped in Orion's hand. Fingers folded over, pressing the poky edges of the keys into his palms. His grip was considered more of a vice grip, lines from the keys baring into his palms. Things were shifting, manifesting peculiar feelings for the young man, the type he could not explain. Part of him knew what he wanted, while other portions were exposed to uncertainty at every turn. Yet, as his steps led him to the kitchen, profound happiness stirred in his chest, vibrant and strong.
As he returned to the kitchen, his steel-blue eyes would inevitably notice the ginger-haired beauty again. They flickered over her briefly before making a hasty retreat to the ground. Staring at her became difficult with the passing days as his wishes to interact with Elysia only increased. In his momentary retreat from eye contact, he managed to hear her question in regards to his dog turned shifter, Bosco. These were among the few moments where Orion decided to not bring the young shifter. He believed Bosco needed a break to breathe and adjust to his new form and surroundings again.
"I thought he might need some time to adjust with everything happening, you know?" He mentioned quietly. "I think my mom and Aunt Melody are working on getting all his paperwork sorted still too. They are the ones adopting him on paper since I still live at home and such."
The young man explained the situation. The required paperwork was an obnoxious stack, and at times a small break was needed. A simple picnic to clear some thoughts, then returning to the grindstone.
"I'm ready, but is there anything else you need?" He asked.
Should they be entirely prepared, Orion would gesture for Elysia to follow. Through the kitchen they would venture, entering the attached garage where Orion's red motorcycle stayed stationary. He walked over to it, opening a small console beneath the seat for their items.
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[attr="class","carvetext"]Anxieties rushed through the veins of Orion Hollins as he prepared himself for an agreed-upon meet up. Days ago Orion managed to procure the opportunity to spend the afternoon with Elysia. Yet, in his moment of courage, the young RCMP officer forgot about the ramifications his future self would face. Around the gorgeous, ginger-haired woman, Orion always discovered his nerves tingling in a positive manner. The human was excited, yet, nervous about future events. The emotions were suffocating, yet, the teeming excitement kept him on an emotional high.
Through the manifested agreement, the RCMP officer would not be handed the responsibility to pack the picnic lunch. Yet, he worried about every little thing, from his clothing and the way his hair was styled. It all preyed upon the young man's nerves as he tugged over a blue short-sleeved shirt, black sweats and a white sweater with black shading the bottom half and black drawstrings. After a deep breath, Orion fetched his wallet from the bedside table, shoving it into the pocket of his sweat pants.
Meanwhile, the phone was grabbed from the bedside table, lingering in his fingers. Only moments later had a knock echoed through the household; the fifteen minutes since an earlier text had passed. Easement remained on the edge, Orion remembering how his aunt and mother had already left the home. During the days of his preparations, odd comments were made, his aunt and mother giggling as he prepared. For the time being, the sidecar to his motorcycle was removed for convenience when he took Elysia to Crow Feather Park for their picnic. The pair often teasingly saying 'Are you preparing for Elysia?' with a playful grin.
Quietly, Orion left his room, opening the door to see the ravishing ginger on the threshold. As always, the steel-blue eyes of the RCMP officer wandered, admiring Elysia's appearance. She always looked so pretty...
"Uh, hey! Come in," he offered, moving to the side. "I just need to grab the keys to my bike."
Once she entered the house, Orion would close the door behind her. The nervousness consuming him officially with Elysia's arrival, however, he needed to keep calm. Thus, instead of lingering too long, he flashed her a smile and retreated to his room. From there, he fetched the motorcycle keys from his dresser. A small paw keychain hung from the rings, quietly clattering as he left his room to return to Elysia.
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[attr="class","carvetext"]Uniform still wrapped firmly around his body, Orion's eyes scanned the area while he listened to his surroundings. A frown traced the officer's lips as he prayed for something to assure him of Bosco's presence. Finally, he heard a distant bark, Orion's lips gradually curving into a thin-lipped smile. Hastily, the human officer carried his leg over the motorcycle and onto the sidewalk. While his species made it impossible for him to understand the barks, the RCMP officer was under the impression it was his dog.
The peculiar source area of the barking hardly entered his thoughts, rather, he wanted his dog back. The young st. bernard slipping past his aunt in search for him was not unusual. The large dog was quick and when Aunt Melody was walking in with groceries, grabbing his collar was near impossible. Her hands were full and when Bosco searched for him, the young man proved quick. Hastily, he walked up the sidewalk, hope enveloping his heart. Despite his precious canine being in a building, which was strange, Orion hardly cared as long as he found him safely.
"Bosco! I'm coming, boy!" The shout rumbled from his voice as he attempted to find his dog.
The RCMP officer quickly hurried towards the building. A smile gracing his lips as he approached the front door to open it up into the secretary area.
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[attr="class","carvetitle"]I'm stronger than you think
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How long do I have to prove myself for you to finally see that?! I work harder than anybody else, but you just keep dragging me down!
[attr="class","carvenotes"]@bangalore N/a
[attr="class","carvetext"]The officer assumed his interaction with the mysterious woman had concluded. She would head home, perhaps rest, then hopefully phone the gym’s owners in the morning; otherwise, he would be required to report it. Throughout their interaction, Orion’s steel-blue eyes analyzed the woman. Should there be no call by the evening of tomorrow, he would hand in information in regards to the offence. Alas, more concerning behaviours became prevalent in the woman’s motions. She moved to pass him, yet, hands latched heavily onto his arm. For a moment, Orion swayed from the unexpected wait but became sturdy himself quickly.
Confusion surfaced on Orion's countenance at the woman's behaviours, although, there were minglings of nervousness. Around supernatural creatures, the human was aware peril existed with every movement... Unlike Orion, the varying species could easily damage him beyond repair or cast him into Purgatory's abyss. A natural tensity entered the officer's muscles as he watched her, hoping for nothing ill to arrive. Yet, the tired woman appeared to be balancing on a tightrope from some type of exhaustion burdening her.
"Uh... you okay?" He murmured to her.
The heaviness of the woman's leaning kept Orion's eyes locked on her. Something was awry. When she pushed away from him, lips silent, Orion turned to watch the swaying woman. Physically, the stranger's condition suggested the worse and those beliefs would be confirmed... Abruptly, she collapsed, falling against the hard gym floor with a narrowly audible thud. The off-duty officer's eyes widened, but instead of playing bewildered pedestrian, he hurried forward. His eyes scanned her body, noticing the rise and lowering from the woman's breathing.
The dirty clothes the woman wore suggested a cheap or nonexistent homelife, furthermore, it explained the exhaustion. From the depths of his pocket, Orion grabbed his phone, hastily dialling 911. The familiar voice of an operator echoed through his phone, recognized by the officer.
"Hey, Lynn, this is Officer Orion Hollins, I got a woman down at Barbells, that gym in the downtown area. Can you send an ambulance over? She fainted all a sudden and some on-duty officers too, there is some serious damage to the gym equipment," he explained without a stutter.
The questions proceeded, the dark-haired man remaining on the line to answer any questions. Based on the woman's clothing, Orion doubted she would be paying her debts to the gym anytime soon. Although, it appeared the ambulance was being sent out along with some on-duty officers to write a report.
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