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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left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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Butterflies fluttered in Russel's stomach as he stood, listening as his date mentioned a lie. Was he already dating another individual? The thought sent a sickening sensation to the bespectacled man's gut as he watched John. There was a chance the man signed up, got in a relationship, than was unable to cancel, however, that thought did not flutter through Russel's head. Rather, memories of Florence's cruelness echoed in his mind as he remembered that day... The day he returned home early from work and walked in on them in the bedroom.
Clothesless and accomplishing vile actions of cheating atop their bed... The place where they were supposed to lie together, man and man, in love with one another. Cheating in the game of love was beyond the most wretched act an individual could accomplish to their partner, at least, in Russel's opinion. On that day, the forensic found himself feeling worthless, as though he was not good enough for that LUSTFUL BASTARD! Quietly, he waited for an explanation, resisting the urge to start a scene in the restaurant.
Surprisingly, his date rose, roping an arm around, tone turning intimidating as he tugged Russel towards the door. A steady glare in his eyes, the forensic followed, concerned about the occurrences once they exited the building. Each step was matching, their positioning suggesting a lucky pairing leaving earlier, but their expressions a contrast of those narratives. Every step brought them closer to the double doors and away from the main area of the date. When they met those doors, Russel assisted with pushing them open.
The moment they escaped the prying eyes of the other participants, Russel tried to withdraw his arm, being forceful if necessary.
"Now what the hell are you lying about?! I swear if you are in a relationship already," The bespectacled man growled.
As somebody who felt the emotional pains of being betrayed, Russel despised those types of people. In fact, if John admitted that being the truth, he was fully prepared to give a sharp kick to the shin.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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Awkwardness suffocated Russel as he decided to ‘free’ his date from his obnoxious existence. He manifested discomfort with the actions he took and the questions he brought forth. The bespectacled man struggled with dates... Florence’s nasty treatment throughout the course of their abusive relationship damaged Russel in unspeakable ways. Those subtle actions were taken as disinterest, manifesting an aching sensation inside his stomach. He felt uncomfortable about the circumstances and his lack of confidence consumed him like a ravenous wolf.
Why should he think anything good would have arrived from this situation? Trepidation lurked inside Russel’s heart as he stood from the table. He wanted to leave and not cause a large scene out of the situation. Perhaps he was over-reacting, yet, scars maimed his torn out heart, making it seemingly impossible to believe he would be a wonderful date. When his date spoke, Russel’s eyes remained locked on the centerpiece of the table. They fixated on the elegant mixture of pink and red delicately arranged inside the bouquet.
Confusion flickered as Russel’s eyes soon locked onto the man. John was lying? This entire time... the date was some kind of lie. A frown dropped onto the seer’s face as he became a little bitter, arms crossing.
“Lying about what?” He asked, voice quiet.
The circumstances were concerning and now Russel desired more information. He wanted to understand what was happening, both from the simmering vexation constricting his chest.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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Sensitivity was a vile ailment birthed from Russel’s nasty situation with his ex-boyfriend. Cynicism and endless insecurities mingled into a malicious monster who plagued his head. In his date’s absence, the bespectacled forensic found it difficult to resist those abhorrent thoughts. He believed his date wanted nothing to do with him. Why else would John arrive late or abruptly leave? His hands clasped together, fingers intertwining as Russel inhaled a deep breath before releasing it slowly. Maybe he should leave… his date would probably have more fun without him asking his stupid questions.
A frown breached his face and a soft sigh escaping his mouth. Maybe he should have never signed up to attend this blind date. Instinctively, Russel squeezes his hands, eyes locked on the edge of his table. Things were already not going well for their interaction, so why would it get better? His heart trembled with endless concerns about being adequate enough to suffice his random date. He knew he was not a good date, so he should release his date from this burden, right? Eventually, his date returned, a charming smile across his lips as he approached to join the table again.
A fragile smile touched Russel's expression, however, he failed to straighten his posture. The forensic was hesitant to bring up what his eyes noticed, but as the man questioned, he sighed. His eyes refused to meet John's as he prepared to surrender his conquest for company.
"Listen... if you don't want to continue this just say so," he mumbled. "I know I'm not a good date..."
Perhaps he was looking too much into the previous actions. However, the situation he arrived from involved endless derogatory comments laced with a venomous bite. Thinking of himself with value proved to be difficult for the broken man, thus his sensitivity to the actions being taken.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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In Russel's mind there was nothing particularly wrong with the situation. Honestly, the forensic was pleased his date arrived and joined him at the table. The longing to quench the loneliness in his heart for an evening existed in minor emotions. Hidden beneath his cynicism and pain was somebody desiring love and to know he genuinely cared for him. Even if mere friendship was formed, Russel hope he would feel a tad better. Throughout his volatile relationship, self-worth was demolished and replaced with endless insecurity, pain and upset.
The inconsistencies were peculiar, however, Russel shoved them away as desire outweighed logic. He believed they were both searching for some type of relationship, whether it become a friendship or something intimate would be discovered later. The forensic gently pushed his glasses up, displaying no signs of concern. Until his date released an unexpected sigh which prompted the bespectacled man to stiffen. Was he not being a satisfactory date? Briefly, the dark-haired awkwardly bit his lip before releasing it.
A deep inhale and exhale was accomplished as he concerned himself with inadequacy. Was he not what his date wished for? The mention of unfortunate timing was greeted with a weak smile and a nod, uncertain about the situation. Their date worsened when his date awkwardly responded to the name tag information. Quickly, Russel's face dropped as he glanced away, worried his words destroyed his chances at a relationship. Immediately, he began chastising himself for mentioning the name tag. He should have allowed the incident to slide.
As a forensic, Russel managed to notice the tenseness accompanied by the nervousness was easily picked up on through the stutters and reactions of the man. The signs were worrying and manifested into endless concerns as he attempted to appear charming for his date. When his eyes locked on John again, he watched as he grabbed his collar, nervously speaking. A mere moment later, the man stuttered out an excuse him. His date stood, retreating from their table and heading out the door. A frown touched Russel countenance.
There was a sadness to the way his shoulders slumped as he consumed himself with thoughts of making a mistake. He should have kept his damn mouth shut...
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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Broadly, a smile played across Russel’s lips because of the arrival of his date for the evening. Fortunately, the man’s friendly grin made the brunette feel invited into their startings of a conversation. Perhaps the romantic vibe narrowly managed to entice his cynical mind. Love was something desperately craved by a majority of individuals and at times, the seer fantasized about romantic ideas. He wanted to be cherished by somebody and showed loving emotions and perhaps there was a chance by coming here. While his cynicism manifested, he still held those cravings.
With those thoughts circling through his mind, Russel decided to search for the name tag of his date for the evening. Across the man’s chest the seer’s russet eyes searched for the plastic tag clipped to shirts, yet, nothing could be discovered. The man’s suit was bare of information handed out at the front desk to all attendants. The forensic straightened, brows furrowing as his eyes narrowed slightly, accomplishing another survey of the man’s suit. He listened as the man stated he arrived late on accident, even sporting an apology; the words broke Russel from his search.
“It’s alright, I just wasn’t paying enough attention I guess,” he responded with a shrug.
Before Russel managed to inquire about the man’s missing name tag, he provided a name, introducing himself as John. Although, shortly afterwards the light-haired man casually mentioned Russel’s name, clearly reading it from the tag attached to the right side of his chest. The bespectacled man nodded in return, however, suspicion was evident in his expression. First, John was supposedly late and he managed to miss him slip through the glass double doors of the entrance and now there was a missing name tag?
The facts added up, Russel assuming John merely rushed himself through the sign in because of his late arrival. Perhaps the tag was still sitting at the sign in table, waiting lonesomely for its owner to return.
“Um... John, you seem to be missing your name tag,” Russel mentioned, pointing vaguely at the man’s chest. “Did you forget to pick up when you came in?”
If the light-haired man decided not to return to sign in to fetch the missing tag, Russel would not question it. Names were already exchanged and the beginning of their interaction was operating smoothly. The tags felt unnecessary once names were provided given the type of event. Speed dating would have been an entirely different story. The question asked prompted more skepticism on the bespectacled man’s face, although, he allowed the inquiry to pass. Most people assumed these events were attended for a pursuit of a relationship, loving or otherwise.
“Well... mostly because I feel a bit lonely sometimes, so I guess I’m hoping to find someone nice,” Russel explained awkwardly. “Are you here for the same reasons?”
Reciprocating the question felt natural, therefore, Russel accomplished it despite the awkwardness. Perhaps it was dating rust or his lack of ability in small talk? It was difficult to say.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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Tables were being hastily filled up by the people and their respected dates. People were chatting between one another, a majority smiling as they enjoyed their evening. Meanwhile, Russel found himself alone, waiting for the arrival of his date. There were some who passed his tables while heading to their respective location. The forensic quickly found himself feeling lonesome as he sat, alone. Gradually, the flow of people ceased, leaving a solemn face Russel to allow a sigh to escape his lips at his disparage.
People hardly cared about the bespectacled man and he accepted. The mental scars from an abusive partner reminded him about his worthlessness, those words ringing through his head this evening. Why would anybody want to spend an evening with him? He was annoying, distrusting and spiteful towards romance. Mentally, he was preparing to depart and head home to the safety of his home, perhaps cry a little if his emotions called for the reaction. Captured in thoughts of his despair, Russel was about to rise from his seat to head home.
His ears failed to detect the upcoming footsteps of somebody's approach until a greeting arrived. A charmer's voice was used, reaching Russel's ears and prompting him to glance at the new arrival. Where did he come from? He failed to see him enter the building from the main entrance... The man's hair was silvery, having a subtle hint of blue which created a unique colouring to his features; his eyes even matched the colour. The most prominent feature of the man's face was the slender scar evident near the right corner of his mouth.
The man treated him in a friendly manner, prompting Russel to adjust himself to face forward. Moments later the stranger stated he would be his date for the evening which caused a small smile to form on the seer's lips.
"I see... I was scared I would be alone for the evening," he explained with a soft smile. "I didn't even see you come in."
Unbeknownst to Russel, the man sitting across from him was originally a server tasked with entertaining him. There were no intentions of forging a potential relationship, but rather actions made to avoid having a lonely patron. The establishment making the move was clever considering how singled out Russel would have originally been. Alas, the unaware forensic believed there was an opportunity for something special this evening. The bespectacled man began searching for the man's name tag in hopes of discovering the name of his date.
420 words ● @dane I'm not sure if Dane has a name tag or one that actually says "Dane", so I will end it here to avoid conflicting. XD
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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A cynic’s view on Valentine’s Day was automatically negative after the horrible relationship Russel entered years ago. In his mind, romance was entirely thorns where someone who loves got pricked by the painful points. Thus, he stared at the window, anxieties building over the notion of attending a blind date. As he stared out at the couples below from his apartment, Russel lightly bit his lower lip. He worried about the sheer possibility of entering an abusive, unhealthy relationship again frightened him. Alas, he desired the wonderful emotions inspired from love.
Slowly, he backed away from the window as jealousy consumed him. Those sweet moments shared between couples was something he missed from his relationship with Florence. There was no possibility of Russel returning to his malicious boyfriend. Their relationship was volatile, filled with violence, screaming and eventually unfaithfulness on Florence’s part. Everything which happened thoroughly damaged the seer, making it difficult for him to engage in future relationships. Regularly, he accomplished red flag behaviours like going through his partner’s phone to assure there was no cheating.
Those attitudes proved he was unprepared for a future relationship and still damaged by the afflictions caused by his ex-boyfriend. Trust was difficult to provide because of those incidents and Russel could not cease the monstrous tirade of insistent thoughts. His imagination played the villain now, reminding him of the possibility and forming those fabrications from his insecurities. Intense fears of being cheated on constantly manifested in his mind, resulting in him being unable to trust and make meaningful relationships.
The time was hastily approaching, thus in his retreat, Russel walked towards his bedroom to prepare himself. The brunette was anxious about the entire notion of participating in the blind date, but he wanted to try. There were times Russel despised his lonely life, hence his sign up in the event. He wanted somebody to date extremely badly, however, even the forensic was unaware how ill-prepared he was. Mentally, he was scarred by the events which transpired between him and Florence. A hidden pain consumed his mind, something people only noticed when they managed to get close.
When he entered his bedroom, the bespectacled man approached his closet, tossing the doors open and rummaging through his clothes. Eventually, he discovered a white dress shirt with a tie and black jacket to match the aesthetic. With some dress pants, he completed the formal appearance he desired. A white dress shirt, black suit coat and dress pants, the ideal formal clothes for this event. As he tidied his appearance, Russel began feeling slightly more confident in himself. There was hope he could have a splendid night out, but he knew there was a chance issues could rise.
A smile slowly crept onto the seer's face as he moved towards the bathroom. From there he fetched a brush off the counter and groomed back his short, brown hair. Satisfaction inspired a confidence in the event he planned for the evening. Once pleased, he departed from the washroom, slipping on a pair of dress shoes before leaving his apartment. He turned down the hallway, entering the elevator and heading down to ground level. The seer pushed open the large doors of the lobby before heading out to his vehicle, keys in hand.
He entered the car, checking his phone and returning it to his pocket before turning the key into the ignition. Once his vehicle roared to life, Russel began going through the steps to back out of his parking space. He drove to the mouth of the parking lot, pulling onto the street and following the directions. As he drove closer to the restaurant, the anxieties returned as he pondered the possibilities which could go wrong. He shoved those thoughts from his mind, attempting to fixate on the potential good which could rise from the date.
There was a chance he could find somebody he adored, a person he could love who would provide mutual feelings. It was something he craved despite the damages inflicted on his heart. He wanted to be cherished, loved and cared about similar to everybody else. When he arrived at the restaurant, Russel found a parking space and parked his car. He gazed at the building, pausing as he slowly clicked the release on his seat belt. The soft click accompanied by the sounds of the safety gear being reeled back reached his ears.
Hesitantly, he opened his door, pausing as he sucked a deep breath into his lungs. The release was slow and accomplished as he pushed the car's door open. He stepped out, moving to the side to close the door behind him. He approached the restaurant, walking to sign in table where he was promptly escorted and informed to find his table. Eventually, he discovered his name on one of the Valentine's Day name tags. Another deep breath was taken as he settled in his seat, waiting for his date as others passed and went to their respective tables... and nobody joined his.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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Patiently, Russel waited, following behind the mysterious blue-haired man. The forensic was curious and genuinely desired more information about the enigmatic male he became acquainted with. There were few people who managed to piqued the brunette's interests and this man managed. Therefore, Russel felt an exchange of names was required to assure they could have another conversation. There was subtle excitement in the bespectacled man's mind at the notion of perhaps having a chance at receiving a positive relationship.
It was difficult to thoroughly know whether the situation would work out. The brunette's cynical thoughts insisting on the possibility of finding someone only motivated by their goals. Alas, intrigue kept Russel determined to try and form a relationship with the mysterious, blindfolded man. Unfortunately, the words used to respond to him were unexpected and something which Russel did not expect. The man claimed giving his name out was dangerous, therefore, Russel would never learn the blue-haired man's name.
"I... I see," he said quietly, a little disappointed.
Those hurt feelings which scarred Russel's heart whispered in his ears, reminding him of the numerous times he was hurt. Of course this man did not desire to exchange names. The stranger's steps were quick as he retreated, the bespectacled man's eyes watching him leave. Only moments later did Russel grab the remaining items from the table and exited the shop. He believed he should have never left home today...
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