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","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Memories of a distant battlefield flooded into Peyton's mind... Memories of the day he lost Oliana for the first, and hopefully, final time. Everything the white-haired warrior accomplished was to protect others and spare them from a painful situation. Her benevolence was bravery was something endless and untamable by all regards... and admittedly, it was what Peyton loved about her. There was something pure about her actions despite the foes she slayed with the edge of her sword. He could not lose her again...
A gentle sigh was exhaled through the damaged draurg's lips as his dark brown eyes observed the woman he cared about most. The last thing he desired was for Oliana to breathe her last breath a second time... For if that occurred, she would be cast away into the abyss where souls never returned. The thought was chilling, bringing a tremble to Peyton's body as he pondered it, but fortunately, thoughts were broken. The nobleman's eyes shifted to Danika as she assured Oliana was in good hands and suggested he should get his wounds checked.
A long exhale escaped Peyton's lips. "That you are right. Thank you, Danika."
The blond failed to request his radio be returned and instead gave final farewells before settling down to be overlooked by a medic.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]The report was provided to the attending hunter. Nods of acknowledgement were granted to Peyton as he gave a thorough report of the situation. The beginning of the hayride, the trap left for them by the hands of a masked terror posing as something human and the proceeding attack. Of Oliana's heroics and near demise at the hands of multiple terrors who appeared from between the darkened trees... Everything was noted by the man with nods, his attention soon turning to the others of his squad. He requested the scouts and hunters checked the vicinity for anymore terror activity, and with that, they spread out.
Afterwards, Peyton turned back, hazel eyes glancing down at Oliana as the medics worked to rescue her. Light poured from hands as they focused on removing the more fatal wounds with magic, meanwhile, the minor was left for bandaging. A frown pulled the corners of the hunter's mouth downwards. While it appeared Oliana's chances of survival were rising, he proceeded to worry about the white-haired woman... Years of separation finally resulted in them being reunited only for the woman he cared about to be critically injured.
The worry was evident on his face, although, the signs of aftermath were obvious across his body. Dried blood was smeared across his forehead and brown. The cuts of his uniform resulted in fabric being glued to his skin. There was a dishevelled appearance to his hair, a few strands receiving their dunk of blood with dust sticking to some pieces. The light draurg was a complete mess from the situation... He failed to take note of Danika, instead fretting over his crush.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Strategy was crucial to assuring Oliana would survive the perilous ordeal without losing her life a second time. The ball of light created via Peyton's abilities soared in the air, bursting to act similar to a flare. The light particles were maintained, the draurg's brow lowering as he fixated on the scattered light. It was maintained, manipulated to move and point their TRS to their location. The TRS hunter could hear the sounds of Danika requesting assistance over the radio, adding to follow the light beacon being created by Peyton.
The strong light was maintained by the blond hunter, determined as ever to assist Danika and the woman he loved. Seconds felt like hours, but eventually the sound of approaching footsteps was detected. He glanced over to verify the notice, relief flooding over him as people dressed in TRS uniforms approached. There were some vaguely familiar, suggesting genuine workers opposed to a masquerade from enemy fortresses. The colours of their uniform varied, two having the greens of a medic, another the blue of a scout, three with the orange of hunters and a single yellow-coloured newbie.
Upon their arrival, the medics were hasty to approach Oliana and Danika while the scout, hunters and what Peyton assumed a hunter's apprentice spread out. A single man from the hunter's group walked closer to speak with him to get a synopsis of what happened.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Pain echoed across Peyton's skin as he stood strong. Warmth slithered down from the cuts, dampening his uniform and making it cling. The blond hunter was messy in the aftermath of the harsh fight. Alas, compared to Oliana, his wounds were limited and hardly anything to warrant immediate concern. Mingling in with the blood was remnants of sweat realized as the situation calmed. The fine dust clinging to his fingers and soiling his uniform was finally noticed. It stuck to the blood, intimate as lovers after undergoing a traumatic circumstance.
However, his clothes would not be spared an ounce of care. A frown breached his face as he kneeled next to the women. The nobleman's hazel eyes dimmed with endless worries about Oliana and her condition. The malicious actions of those terrors damaged the treasured hero of ancient Greece. He listened to Danika's dire words, his eyes glancing up to meet hers. Would fate prove to be the cruellest mistress? Only mere hours after reconnecting with the woman he lost years ago, she would be subjected to a struggle for her life.
The question in regards to his health was unanswered as he glanced between Oliana and Danika. Finally, an idea arrived as Peyton looked towards the sky. A ball of light formed in his fingers as he stood, gears turning.
"Tell them to go where the light is, they might be able to find us quicker," Peyton ordered.
With that, the light draugr's hand reached for the sky and fired a ball of luminescence. When it reached peek height, he persuaded it to burst. The light functioned similar to a flare, providing their location to the TRS in the area.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Initially, Peyton failed to notice the sounds of Danika's approaching footsteps until she managed to get closer. Briefly, he glanced over his shoulders, watching as the green-haired woman closed the distance. Her fixation was on the injured Oliana and with her being introduced as a medic, Peyton would refuse to voice any qualms. Besides, as the only standing hunter, there were more pressing matters requiring his attention... Specifically a troublemaker and razor standing in front of him... meanwhile... Oliana and Danika behind him.
As the last hunter standing, he held a duty to his heart. Protect Oliana and Danika at all costs! The blond raised his sword, brown eyes fixated on the competition. The draugrs fingers tightened around the handle of his blade, breath even despite the dire circumstances... The opponents were locked in their positions, a breeze passing through until- ching. The swiping claws a razor approached without hesitation and Peyton's blade narrowly blocked those claws. It retreated a few steps, attempting to parry around Peyton's defence, however, where the draugr's blade failed his light manipulation succeeded.
A hiss escaped the razor's mouth as the creature became infuriated, attacks speeding up. A grunt left Peyton's lips as the sharp claws of the razor sliced against his armour. The troublemaker was approaching, the blond being forced to block the razor's attack with his sword, enhanced strength activating. A roar of a battle cry left Peyton's mouth as he pushed on the blade, slicing out. The razor's right claws were taken clean off, blade managing to narrowly reach the creature's throat and decapitate it.
Only moments later did he throw a dart of light towards the troublemaker, hitting it square in the eye. Ragged breaths left the blond's lips, adrenaline making the pain of his wounds unnoticeable. The cut above his brow made a friend, a trio of scratches raking his cheek. Exhausted prompted the sword and armour to leave to maintain stamina; the threats were gone and his body was easing. The dissipation of his armour revealed several instances of his uniform being ripped, specifically around the elbows, shoulders, knees and a few around his waist.
All locations where his heavy-duty armour was weaker to avoid complete restriction of movement. The blond allowed his heavy breathing to proceed, his sleeve moving upwards to wipe the blood from his eye and forehead. The sounds of shouting reached his ears, their comrades approaching from the distance. The hunter's gaze shifted to Danika who was wrestling to handle Oliana's wounds.
"Will... she be okay?" He inquired between deep breaths.
The entire goal was rescuing Oliana, thus he prayed to Akari herself the white-haired woman would survive. Those centuries old feelings still existed within Peyton's heart... thus he was determined to defend her whenever possible... Years ago she graciously laid down her life to protect him, therefore, he needed to return the favour.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Inside the courageous warrior's chest was an adrenaline fueled heart powering the machine. Desperation lingered in the air, thick as he closed in, assessing his opponents. There were plenty of terrors still leaving, their twisted faces staring him down. Disembodied voices entered his head, prying at his fears and insecurities as the monsters attempted to dig their sinister claws beneath his skin. As the shield he was expected to be, Peyton's arm managed to get Oliana onto his shoulder to carry her away.
Sword drawn, the blond's eyes narrowed, watching as the enemy attempted to get close. Light barriers were created to block a portion of the attacks. The light draurg swung, his slow, but deadly blows nearly hitting the target. Several swings were accomplished at a troublemaker until finally, his blade hit. Claws reached for him, smacking into arm, sharpened claws narrowly invading mobility gaps. Gradually, the nobleman reached, using shields to limit the number of terrors capable of fighting him at once.
The long claws of a razor reached for Peyton's face, the blond leaning back, a single claw cutting into the flesh above his right eye. Blood leaked down, the hunter eye closing from the disturbance. Abruptly, the light draurg swung forward, his sword cutting through the midsection of the razor. The creature fell back, turning into a fine black dust. Gradually, the hunter retreated from the fray of terrors. The shield was broken down and made into needle-like points and fired towards the terrors. A few lower level terrors fell, however, there was still a troublemaker and another razor advancing.
Another shield was made as Peyton slowly lowered Oliana to the ground. He hoped she would be safe on the ground while she disposed of these final terrors... or at least the fast-moving razor. The speedy terror was the real threat for the heavily-armoured draurg.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Armoured hands softly around the reins of the horse, Peyton began the slow trek pass the group of terrors. The horses were tense about the situation, therefore, the TRS hunter felt required to maintain a calm air. If the professional began panicking in these circumstances, then everybody else would begin accomplishing similar actions. He walked across the dirt path, eyes flitting between the horses while sniping glances at Oliana, hoping she would be alright. The light draurg led the horses further, steps weighted as he observed the situation.
The nobleman's light brown eyes glanced sideways, checking on Oliana... and there... his heart skipped several beats. Darkness slithered from the surrounding areas, closing in on the white-haired woman and the terrors around her... From there, it transformed into a thick shield. Immediately, the blond looked away, a breath being taken to soothe himself. The light draurg needed to keep moving to assure these people would be safe. His eyes focused on the forward, determination manifesting as he stepped forward.
Each step was heavy, but Peyton moved forward, pass the darkness dome. Then... he felt it... A pain across his body, unique to things he ever felt. The warrior glanced back, realizing the sorrow in the situation occurring inside that dome. Quickly, he turned towards the coachmen, passing them the reins.
"Keep moving, I need to help my fellow hunter. Just stay calm and go down the path, everything will be okay," Peyton assured to them.
Nervously, they nodded, their eyes fixating ahead and softly whipping the reins to prompt the horses forward. The light draugr stepped away from the flatbed trailer, hand reaching up. Light appeared, transforming into the shape of a sword, his fingers wrapping around the handle. Each wound Peyton felt, however, he focused on making his weapon appear before charging towards the darkness shield. As he approached the shield fell, terrors, being defeated and transforming into a cloud of thick dust while the heroine was in the center, injured.
As Peyton moved forward, slowed by his armour, he brought his sword back, slicing at the remaining terrors. With steely determination, the blond sliced as needed until he arrived at Oliana's side. The nobleman was hopeful he could pick Oliana up and throw her over his left shoulder and get her somewhere safe.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Once a commander of the mighty cavaliers of Greece, Peyton's mind hastily launched into what one would describe as "Battle Mode". Adrenaline flowed through the draugr's veins as he prepared himself to lead the carriage back around and start moving towards the start. Fortunately, Danika was capable of taking the radio and using it to notify the TRS and hopefully manage to get backup for their situation. Once the device was handed to the young medic, a soft smile was evident on his lips as Danika stated she would be successful.
With the exchange finished, Peyton turned towards the horses. He glanced at the horsemen before carefully grabbing the reins. The horses stirred slightly, however, the blond was quick to softly touch the snouts of the frightened animals, a soft 'shh' escaping his lips. Rustling could be heard in the distance, Peyton tensing as he realized more terrors could potentially come to rue their day. Worry touched his face briefly, but the blond-haired man knew he needed to be confident to assure nobody else would panic.
Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around the reigns and started slowly leading the horses. The trailer gradually turning with it as he persuaded the horses.
"C'mon, you two will be okay. I need you to be brave," Peyton murmured to the horses.
Gradually, the horses walked alongside him, heading back down the trail the way they originated from. Protecting the people on the flatbed trailer was crucial, therefore, he would assure their safety.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Light blocked the spikes of darkness hurtling towards the unsuspecting hayride carriage. Loud thuds resonated from the other side of the barrier as the attack was blocked from hitting the carriage and harming those seated on the bails. Suddenly, everything lurched forward, the shield fading as the horses panicked. The grip around the blond's arm dissipated, hazel eyes last witnessing the white-haired woman's form rush forward while informing him to call back up. However, there was another issue related to rampant horses.
Quickly, the nobleman stood while the flat-bed trailer rocked wildly. Children screamed as they clung to their parents, uncertain about the situation. The coachmen yanked the reins on the horses, however, the startled beasts were hesitant to listen. The light draurg grabbed the corner post of the trailer before creating a shield where the horses planned ongoing. The startled animals reared, giving Peyton the opportunity to jump off and assist with soothing the animals. Alas, little time was provided as darkness spikes came from the disguiser.
The male hunter expanded the shield, creating a large dome around the trailer and horses. Thuds could he be heard as spikes collided with the shield. Adrenaline was coursing through Peyton's veins as he turned back towards the carriage. A single word was remembered as he remembered Oliana speaking to Danika, ward...
"Danika, do you know how to use a radio?" He asked, grabbing the radio from his belt and offering it to her. "Call for back up... If you're willing... We need to get the hayride turned around, where we came from is safer than further into the forest."
If the green-haired woman grabbed the radio, Peyton turned back to allow his armour and weapon to be summoned. A white light enveloped the light draurg as armour formed over his body, thick and durable. The colouring was purple pigment, similar to the armour he wore during his days in Greece, but thicker. His hand reached out, a long object forming, and as the light faded, a sword was revealed. With that, the warrior was prepared for the expected combat.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Wagon wheels clicked along the old dirt path, scares being planned around every corner. Throughout the forest were ghoulishly dressed individuals preparing to spook them and TRS hunters carrying out their duties. Alas, as they approached a spookier attraction, Peyton found himself tense. The knife yielding man stared through the eye slits of the hockey mask, trailing them as they drew closer and closer.
The wagon's trot slowed further, tension forming from a gradual build-up as everybody was provided the chance to view the monster. Despite Oliana snuggling his arm, the male draugr's eyes remained fixated on the mysterious man as they passed by. Closer and closer.. Distance was nonexistent as they prepared to pass by, Peyton glancing over the fake limbs before noticing something obscured in the bushes. His eyes squinted before widening as he noticed a more realistic body propped against a tree.
Closer and close. The hunter's eyes flitted back towards the knife wielding stranger, unable to notice the wicked grin hidden beneath a mask. Darkness was created from the stranger, forming into large spikes. This was not the original attendant of the station, but a disguiser. Genuine screams mingled with the sound recording as people began realizing the situation. The spikes were launched, but before anything could hit, a barrier of light was created, the spikes crashing into it. The blond-haired blocked the attack, refusing to let anything through.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]A fluttering echoed inside Peyton’s chest as his heart reacted to Oliana’s continued actions. The white-haired woman had her hands wrapped around his upper arm. The affectionate gestures being accomplished maintained the bashful emotions being displayed on Peyton’s countenance. He attempted to focus on the changing environment. The passing trees as the sounds of clicking hooves accompanied by the subtle squeak of old wagon wheels reached his ears... however the overwhelming sound of his heartbeat conquered the sounds.
Nobody else could hear the reaction of his heart, but to him it sounded louder than a drum. Despite this reaction, Peyton was secretly enjoying this interaction with Oliana. His arranged marriage with his wife resulted in the inability to explore the possibility of a relationship with the renown Hero of Rome. Alas… he always enjoyed Oliana’s company and still did... Originally, he was a married man bound by word, but with freedom he nervously contemplated his options. The warmth created because of Oliana reminded him of the incredible woman his heart always desired.
Their wagon clacked to a stop, fog pouring into the area. Suddenly, people jumped from the darkness, horses being kick started into a gallop as people screamed. Out of surprise, Peyton jolted, posture straightening from the creepy costumes. They clearly went all out on the Halloween festivities. Noises echoed through the forest, howls and spooky sounds from a soundtrack designed for Halloween. Eventually, they arrived to a scene where props of dismembered limbs littered the ground while a burly man held an ax in his hands, a mask covering his face.
The man watched as the horses and trailer approached, eyes observing and body taking a combative stance. The posture prompted a brow furrow from Peyton as he watched the man closely.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Quietly, Peyton had stationed himself on the straw bale, enjoying the familiar sensations. The pieces of straw poked through his uniform and the dusty scents were a familiar and nostalgic feeling. It reminded him of the laborious days where he would bed the horses inside the stables. The occasional snorts of the horses only established the nostalgic memory further into his mind. A deep breath was taken to enjoy the overall atmosphere summoned by memories of old. He was glad he received this mission since it was the opportunity to bask in enchanting memories involving his family.
Those thoughts were derailed when warmth encompassed his arm suddenly. Shock appeared on Peyton's countenance as his eyes flitted to the source of the grabbing. When his hazel eyes met the individual who accomplished the action, his cheeks turned a pale shade of red. There, clinging to his arm was Oliana who declared it was for the purpose of assuring he would not fall from the wagon. Something stirred inside Peyton's chest as his cheeks reddened further and he discovered himself becoming tongue-tied at the actions accompanied by the words.
As the pair spoke, Peyton only half-listened to their words as his flustered mind panicked over having Oliana snuggling his arm. For years, he secretly crushed on Oliana, but forbade any actions towards his desires because of the expectations weighing over his head. The noble blood running through his veins had resulted in him being given the responsibility to marry nobility. However, now he found himself uncertain because of the abandonment of olden day expectations, ranks and responsibilities. His wife was long lost, or at least, he believed they were separated long enough for their vows to be naught.
Now everything he wanted in a partner was clinging to his arm, suggesting a flirtatious interaction to display interest in pursuing a relationship. It stunned him, leaving him uncertain in this entire situation. His mind was unfocused until he was startled back into reality by his name. He narrowly heard the offered question stated by Oliana. It was related to his plans for the evening.
"Well... I mostly plan on working, it's why I'm here. So not much," he answered, a slight bashfulness to his voice.
They proceeded down a darkened path filled with trees and weaving paths. A creepy music track was played on the wagon as the horses trotted through the woods. Halloween decorations covered the trees and somewhere between them was the people wearing costumes preparing to jump out and scare them. The wagon eventually slowed in an area with a fogginess engulfing it. People stiffened as they prepared, knowing the first scare would arrive shortly.
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