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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Yours Truely,
The Staff
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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.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
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[attr="class","wiingtop3"]RED BLOOD
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]STAINING THOSE SPARKLING WHITES, A COMING CHANGE
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Together, Carmine and the short stranger worked in carrying the large, muscular blond away from the dangerous situation. Despite the weakness haunting his malnourished body, the purple-haired man was determined to assure Uriah would survive the altercation. A frown formed on the merman's face as his eyes landed on his boyfriend's face, concerns obvious because of the man's morbid injuries. The severe wounds committed on the man's eyes worried Carmine about the consequences of the damages... He needed to get Uriah to a hospital, or somewhere he could receive medical attention.
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Each step was weighted from the larger blond balanced between their shoulders. As they moved through the threshold, the sounds of combat increased. Yelling, shouts and the sounds of abilities being used against one another. The former prisoner's amber eyes glanced around, watching as shields formed whenever the Assembly attempted to attack them. Snow covered Carmine's injured feet, however, the pain was noticed rather then the cold around them. Harder sections of snow poked into his wounds, resulting in a grimace.
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Through the pain, the purple-haired man persevered, determined to rescue his boyfriend. As they exited, Carmine realized the Assembly's fortress was perched on a hill, the treeline decently far from their exit.
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"Where are we going?" Carmine asked the stranger quietly.
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There was a pick-up destination in place to assure everybody held the opportunity to escape safely. Unaware to Carmine, Uriah rushed ahead, resulting in a dangerous situation in the crossfires of a full-on brawl between the saviours and Assembly of Phantoms. They were outnumbered, the saviours' original intention to engage into a brief altercation while Lilliana navigated to bring him outside. He hoped the blond stranger would answer his question, they needed to work together to escape.
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Snow fell from the skies as Carmine inched closer to the threshold where he would finally escape the confines of Ivory Fortress. Combat sounds surrounded the merman as he reached the edge of the Assembly headquarters with redheaded woman where a group of three approached. The former Assembly soldier passed Uriah along to another individual of the group while two of the people defended them from their adversaries. Their situation was dire because of the overwhelming amount of enemies suffocating the small, elite team created to rescue him.
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Based on Hiroko Andreasen's plan, the saviours would be retreating after Uriah was passed off. Little did Carmine know their plan was somewhat awry because of Uriah's impatience. They were forced to press forward, further into the dangerous atmosphere of Ivory Fortress than they cared for. People were being injured because of the ill-favourable circumstances because of his boyfriend's impatient, irrational decision making. Now the group was forced to rescue the injured lich beast, the saviours likely noticing the ugly fabric wrapped around Uriah's eyes.
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Quickly, the wavy-haired redhead passed Uriah off to a shorter, blond man who was shorter than average. The merman's eyes widened as he noticed the man's shortness manifesting issues in carrying his boyfriend. The sword was discarded as the malnourished prisoner moved forward, slipping under Uriah's arm and grabbing one half of his boyfriend's waist. The unconscious Uriah's arm was guided over Carmine's shoulder to assure he would not fall.
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"I'll help you," Carmine said to the short man.
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While the purple-haired man was weakened from his imprisonment, he could lend his limited strength to helping his large, muscular boyfriend be carried. Once Uriah was properly passed off, the redhead retreated to another exit from the fortress, successfully leading some of the Assembly members away. Their opportunity existed to leave, thus Carmine began moving with the short blond while the other two saviours defended them the danger. The cold temperatures from the winter conditions breezed through one of the exits, showing the merman that escape would be soon.
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This thread takes place after Revenge is Mine. This occurs in January, current location is outside the Ivory Forest, scene is Crevan got handed Uriah and Carmine is helping him carry while 2 NPC saviours protect them. The redhead is @lilliana and she will not be joining this thread, hence the bit of power-playing. If anything is too vague or you need more information, just mention it to Foxxy and I so we can clear it up. Sorry for the shortness, I wanted to avoid power-playing too much. This should be the final stretch of the thread.
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Together, they moved through the stone corridors of, Carmine taking lead with the sword they stole. A redness capitalized the merman's cheeks from his crying earlier. Fortunately, he received some silent understanding and sympathy from the woman charged with saving him. He appreciated the woman's comprehension of his feelings towards Uriah being injured, it was something he needed during this crucial moment. Another deep breath entered Carmine's lungs as he hefted the sword, slowly moving through the building.
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He attempted to be stealthy with their movements. Fortunately, those affiliated with the Assembly of Phantoms were distracted by the arrival of some skilled fighters. They moved slowly, anxious minutes passing as they navigated the dark hallways and avoided Assembly members. Eventually, they met up with the saviours and exited through one of the passages in the fortress while the mysterious woman separated from them. There were plans to assure the Assembly would not cause issues in Carmine's escape, hence the separation.
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Although, their separation resulted in Uriah being passed between her and another, blonde short man while Carmine moved to assist in carrying his boyfriend.
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Desperation filled Carmine as he struggled to lift his muscular boyfriend from the ground. Tears were welling, heating his cheeks, turning them red and making them swell. Whimpers escaped his lips as he kept pulling at his beloved Uriah, praying his boyfriend would be alright. The merman was panicked from the notion of losing the person he wanted to finally return to. Through his captivity, the idea of returning to Uriah maintained endless happiness for him. While difficulties existed during his captivity, thoughts of his soulmate managed to sooth and motivate him.
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Inside his chest, Carmine’s heart palpitated with endless worry for his dearest boyfriend. There was an emptiness consuming his core as he failed to assist the blond. Frustration mingled with concern as he tried harder, praying to save the man who made him feel special. How could he allow this to happen?! One of the people he cared about most was injured because of his idoitic decisions. On that evening, he left the safety of their room and managed to get himself captured. He disobeyed the protocols they created for their safety and now he witnessed the consequences.
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The long-haired man was distracted by his concerns, thus he failed to detect Lilliana’s footsteps as she finished defeating the guards. The amber-eyed merman noticed her slender hand reach for his boyfriend, her words reaching his ears as a plan was devised. Briefly, he looked between her and the blond captured in his arms. A sigh breezed through his lips as he adjusted Uriah, holding him with a single hand. He grabbed the withered sleeve of his clothing, wiping off the tears as he nodded in agreement to Lilliana’s plan.
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“Sorry... I’m just worried,” he mumbled out, congestion conquering his mouth.
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Afterwards, he began assisting Lilliana in getting Uriah onto her back. From behind, he pushed him up, guiding the unconscious man onto the dragon’s back. He moved Uriah’s arms to drape over the redhead’s shoulders after she managed to get a grip. His boyfriend seemed prepared for the journey through the Assembly base, placed carefully on the woman’s back. Slowly, Carmine reached for the sword, fingers naturally curling around the handle. It reminded him of the sword he originally had, muscle memory activating as he remembered the movements necessary.
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Another gentle sigh escaped his lips as he turned towards the hallway Lilliana and him were originally travelling down. The merman’s knuckles turned white as he squeezed the sword’s handle. He strode forward, eyes watching carefully as he prepared to protect his boyfriend and Lilliana against the vicious Assembly of Phantoms. He moved slowly, attempting to avoid altercations as they moved towards the stairs.
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Panic sped through Carmine's veins as held Uriah close, carefully manipulating the liquid led from those brilliant blue eyes. He worried about the potential damages accomplished to his boyfriend's beautiful eyes. Nobody's knight in shining armour got injured in the fairy tales, however, in reality, the possibility always existed. Rapidly, Carmine's heart thumped against his sternum as he fretted over his boyfriend's current condition. Water dragged out led from those magnificent eyes, the liquids mixing together on the stony floor of the dungeon.
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There was still plenty to clean from Uriah's eyes, however, soldiers were closing in on their present location. The merman tensed until his ears managed to hear the familiar voice of the redheaded woman who was assisting in his escape. She prepared to play defense by standing between the soldiers and him and Uriah. The purple-haired man provided her a mental thanks before focusing his efforts back on cleaning Uriah's eyes. More water was gathered and hastily rushed over his boyfriend's eyes, dragging out more led.
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Words escaped those delicate lips, a frown stretching on Carmine's face when Uriah apologized for failing to rescue him. Instinctively, he shook his head no at the sheer idea of his handsome boyfriend being to blame for his capture.
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"It's not your fault Riah... I shouldn't have gone out. I'm so sorry," he murmured. "Don't you ever blame yourself for that."
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When satisfied with the cleaning, Carmine manipulated more water to cleanse a section of his clothing before ripping off a longer piece of cloth. He wrapped it around Uriah's injured eyes, assuring further damage could not be done. His boyfriend's consciousness was waning and eventually, the large man slumped over, unconscious. Concerns flooded Carmine's mind as he held Uriah close to him.
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"Riah?! RIAH?!" The merman called his boyfriend's name desperately.
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The blond was still breathing, however, it failed to cease the endless worrying venturing through Carmine's mind. The weakened prisoner held Uriah closely, attempting to lift him. Unfortunately, his strength had dwindled from a year of being locked in a cell and receiving malnourished foods.
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Seconds ticked by, anxieties consuming Carmine's mind. The merman's body displayed a tense nature as he steeled himself for possible injury or worse. Today, he was promised to escape and he was determined to achieve that or meet the misfortunes of death; returning to his torturous prisoner's life was not an option. The possibility of being re-captured frightened Carmine after the abhorrent experiences given to him. He waited next to the water bucket, calloused feet hardly feeling the stone beneath the bottoms of his feet.
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He listened to the noises beyond his cell, hearing the previous guard leave before being replaced with a female one. A creak echoed through the cell as the door opened, a woman standing in the threshold. Eyes widened subtly, his heart fluttering in fear as he prepared to defend himself. The woman was an Assembly soldier, somebody who could realize he was unlocked and confine him back to hell. Water lifted from the bucket, the merman preparing to defend himself until the bitter end.
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His back pressed against the cold, rough wall, water flowing in front of him, each manipulation an attempt to remain quiet in hopes of quietly disposing or knocking the woman unconscious. Steps brought her closer, the redheaded girl clearly unconcerned about his abilities working now. The merman prepared to attack, however, whispered words reached his ears, ones which matched his sister’s. His eyes widened, locking onto the mysterious woman, heart calming as he slowed his breathing.
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Slowly, Carmine returned the water back into the bucket, attempting to be silent. Escape remained a possibility with the arrival of assistance.
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“You’re... going to help me?” He whispered in return. “Thank you so much.”
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The merman eased slightly, however, Carmine forced himself to remain tense. Other Assembly members would grow suspicious if they saw him relaxed around an Assembly soldier. Things were adjusted, Carmine willingly, albeit, nervously allowing the mysterious woman to accomplish what was needed. Silently, he listened to the instructions, nodding in acknowledgement to prove he understood the information she fed him.
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When requested to come quietly, Carmine listened to the command. The purple-haired man kept his hands a reasonable distance apart, keeping them still. Meanwhile, the man’s countenance shifted into a feigned expression. Anger mixing with annoyance painted his face, however, he displayed no signs of mass struggling. He prayed the guards would think after experiencing his earlier altercation, he merely wished to avoid further torment.
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Together, the pair exited the cell, the redhead masquerading as a prison guard intending to escort Carmine elsewhere. As they escaped through the front door, guards providing wary expressions, eyes locked onto the pair. Fortunately, his assistance seemed prepared as she explained he would be taken for torture. The merman visibly flinched at merely imagining the torture which would occur in a delegated room for that purpose.
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The Assembly of Phantoms harmed him throughout his year imprisoned by them. Thus intention harm to inflict optimal pain frightened him. As they proceeded down the hallway, the abrupt sounds of alarms echoed through the hallway. The purple-haired merman’s head glanced up, looking around the dungeon. Guards were moving, commands were shouted and people organized while they stood. Would the escape still move forward? He prayed they would…
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Abruptly, the noises of fighting reached Carmine’s ears as he glanced over around, finally noticing a familiar face to his left. A blonde man with long locks of hair, brilliant blue eyes and a strong physique was slaying Assembly members. The merman’s eyes widened as he recognized Uriah, his heart palpitating from merely seeing his magnificent boyfriend again. He came all this way to rescue him? The merman resisted the urge to smile, however, it was easy as he watched the following actions unfold.
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Suddenly, Uriah's arms was pulled back, a liquid being poured into his boyfriend's eyes. Phantom pain flared in Carmine's eyes as they widened. FUCK THE PLAN! Immediately, the purple-haired man pulled away hard from Lilliana's grip, handcuff's being thrown off as he sprinted towards the blond.
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"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HIM!" Carmine screamed.
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Water was manipulated from the nearby buckets, the motions of water manipulation happening naturally. The water transformed into sharp "blades", closing in on the Assembly member's neck. Death arrived quickly, the Assembly member toppling. Several strands of water were used to dispose of the nearby guards. Quickly, he approached Uriah, grabbing his shoulders and using his hands to guide him to look down.
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"It will be okay, Riah! I will help you!" There was panic in Carmine's voice as he spoke.
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Water was fetched from another bucket, Carmine using the liquid to manipulate the led out of Uriah's eyes. The worried merman stared at his boyfriend, eyes wetting with tears. He did not want a knight in shining armor if it meant Uriah would be harmed... It was upsetting. The surroundings were ignored as he worried about his dearest lover.
[attr="class","wiingtop2"]STRETCHING ACROSS AN OPEN FIELD
[attr="class","wiingtop3"]RED BLOOD
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]STAINING THOSE SPARKLING WHITES, A COMING CHANGE
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Freshly healed and provided affection from Hiroko, Carmine found his hopes gaining power as he stood tall. Finally freedom's welcoming hand arrived to the merman's door. The injuries he received were mended, the blood and filth remaining on his skin, however, he would worry about cleaning later. First responsibility was listening to Hiroko's instructions and escaping the Ivory Fortress without being recaptured or severely injured. Slowly, the long-haired man's amber eyes glanced down at his hands as a realization dawned upon him.
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The merman turned, slowly manipulating two drops of water from his drinking bucket. A broad smile stretched across his face as he brought the liquid closer. He stared at the droplets with child-like excitement over being capable of manipulating water again. He mourned the loss of the ability, thus its return inspired endless happiness. As he gazed at Hiroko, anybody could notice the grateful countenance on his face. Whispered words were shortly uttered in his ear, the mention of a beauty bringing Carmine's thoughts to Riah.
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Was he here? Did he travel with Hiroko from Russia to Canada to rescue him? The thought made his heart thump rapidly inside his chest. Alas, those beliefs were broken by the simple pronoun her. The merman face dropped slightly, a smile still present, but his heart calmed. If his precious boyfriend was not present, then it meant the attractive blond was safe. A complaint could not be registered with the notion of Riah being safe. He smiled at Hiroko's words, ever thankful for his sister's bravery.
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"I love you too," he whispered in return. "Be safe."
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Feelings of familial love were reciprocated, Carmine silently watching Hiroko disappear into the darkness beyond his cell. There were duties his sister needed to perform, thus the merman remained silent. Steps were taken backwards, the long-haired man standing beside his water bucket. If something went wrong, he needed to protect himself from the dangers beyond his cell. He refused to be locked away again, to undergo further torture because of the twisted game the Assembly wished to play. The merman waited silently for the arrival of a radiant beauty.
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Noise existed beyond the cell, a feminine voice stating her shift was here. The guard outside had been working overtime, thus he gave a simple nod before yawning and taking his leave. Quietly, Carmine remained in his cell, listening and waiting for his rescue.
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[attr="class","wiingtop4"]STAINING THOSE SPARKLING WHITES, A COMING CHANGE
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The leash was grasped in Hiroko’s hands, however, Carmine could not cease the illusion of being tense. There were dangers towards both of them because of lurking threats amidst the Assembly of Phantoms. Fortunately, the merman knew his safety would be confirmed for the time throughout his visit with Hiroko. When the guards rounded the corner, Carmine's body settled into an eased position. Suddenly, arms wrapped around Carmine, astonishment shifting onto his face when his prayers for a saviour could finally be answered.
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When Hiroko pulled away, the purple-haired man mouthing 'thank you' after hearing her words. An entire year of horrifying torture would be ended today because of his sister's courageous actions. The hymn reached his ears, wounds healing over beneath the darkened smudges of his filthy skin. The healing hymn restored the damages, pain being alleviated from the sang words of his sister. As the song concluded, Hiroko reached, unlocking the shock collar, the remote being hidden on his body to avoid further shocking by the hands of the Assembly.
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The handcuffs were unlocked, wrists rubbed softly because of his fresh freedom. He listened to the question, knowing Hiroko was acting for their safety.
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"Never," he growled back.
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He was willing to play along with the idea of being a prisoner until he escaped the clutches of Ivory Fortress. Whispered words were spoken, Carmine listening to every letter which left Hiroko's mouth carefully. A frown dropped onto his face when Hiroko apologized, touching his cheek as she stated he would be alright. His hand reached up, fingers curling around her hand. A soft smile graced his lips as he looked at the older twin.
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"Don't apologize... Thank you, Hiroko," he whispered in return.
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Silence reigned as Carmine waited for the following instructions. Escape would arrive shortly, a relief for the hardened prisoner. While new challenges would arrive with his release, he welcomed the notion for sweet freedom was all he desired.
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Imprisoned in the confines of an Assembly dungeon cell, Carmine endured every day of torment, praying to Enki for freedom to arrive. The squalid conditions of his cell displayed negative feedback from the Assembly of Phantoms. Failure to accomplish their task arrived with a hefty burden. His skin was coated in thick, black dirt which furthered stained his clothes. Mingled into the filth was red from the cuts he received by being wrestled to the floor and abused by his captors. Beneath the dirt was bruised skin because of the nasty manner his captors treated him.
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The thick, heavy collar around his neck shocked him whenever his behaviours were ill-favourable in the opinion of the Assembly. Thus, redness covered the skin beneath his collar, redness from broken skin gracing the flesh under the collar. The outside world beyond his cell was an unknown factor, but something he wished to become acquainted with. He missed his boyfriend, wished for the warm embrace of the man he loved and appreciated. He hoped the attractive blond still loved him and wanted to rekindle their relationship.
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Quietly, Carmine sat on the stone floors of his dungeon as he patiently waited for freedom. Footsteps echoed through the hallways, slipping through the cracks of the door. There stood a group of soldiers, the group marching inside, one holding handcuffs. Two of the soldiers grabbed his arms, the dishevelled man squirming slightly as they forced handcuffs over his wrist. They were preparing him for interaction with Hiroko, assuring he would be unable to escape. Despite recognizing the patterns, Carmine proceeded to squirm.
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While he loved his twin sister, the merman knew they needed to avoid showing association, therefore, he struggled. The soldiers were prompted to tighten their grip.
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"Why do you even bother? You won't get out," one of the soldiers growled in a low voice.
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The purple-haired man side glanced at the soldier, providing a glare as he struggled against the pair's grips. Unfortunately, improper nutrition combined with the circumstances of his confinement made Carmine weaker than his captors. A click resonated through the cell as the handcuffs were slapped onto the purple-haired man's wrists. The chain was unhooked from the wall, the guard yanking it and causing Carmine to stumble sideways.
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"You should be happy, you get to visit your sister," the guard grumble.
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The merman was pulled forward as he stumbled forward, slowly moving behind the guards. There was a glare placed on Carmine's countenance as he was forced him to wait for Hiroko's arrival.
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"Not when she joins you," Carmine responded in a low growl.
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The reality of the situation was different than being displayed since the dishevelled man knew his sister's goals were to release him. Abruptly, the guard yanked the chain, destroying balance as Carmine stumbled, falling hard to the floor as the other guards released his arms. The merman resisted the urge to swear beneath his breath, however, there was hardly time to ponder anything. The chain was yanked, pulling Carmine to his feet, a cough leaving his mouth from the sudden choking sensation. Hands wrapped around his arms, balancing him after the guard's "game".
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"You shouldn't be complaining about the Assembly of Phantoms being so generous to you," the guard holding the chain began. "You should be honoured that we want you to be apart of our wonderful organization."
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The purple-haired man remained silent, merely breathing as they waited for Hiroko's arrival. When the short-haired woman entered the cell, one of the guards handed Carmine's "leash" to her before the group exited, leaving the informant in charge of the man. The procedures were followed, the merman receiving limited time to leave his cell under the assistance of the Assembly. There were actions they were required to take, such as binding his hands with handcuffs and providing Hiroko with the means to make him comply should he be unruly.
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Fortunately, Carmine found a veil of safety wrapping around him after the preparations to place him in Hiroko's persuasion arrived. Compared to the guards and other members, Hiroko was considerably more merciful, both from her true intentions and their sibling bond. Complete trust was placed in his twins as the guards left, leaving the persuasion attempts to the short-haired woman. Patiently, Carmine waited for Hiroko to begin the conversation, completely unaware of the circumstances about to unfold.
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Movement existed outside Carmine's cell, his small world of coldness, rough walls and unforgiving floors. From months of torment at the hands of the Assembly of Phantoms, the prisoner possessed his share of nasty wounds. Scratches covered his knuckles, blood mingling in with the thick, black dirt which coated his hands; it was a miracle he had not fallen ill. Splotches of dirt covered his face, matching the filthy condition of his hands. A collar was secured around his neck, specially designed by the Assembly to inflict pain whenever they maliciously pushed a button.
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The flesh visible beneath the collar held a red pigment because of the constant irritation summoned by painful electrical currents pulsating through his body. Small sections of broken skin covered his neck from the electrocution, blood smeared onto the irritated skin. Connected to a loop on the collar was a heavy metal chain, charmed to cease the flow of electricity, effectively making Carmine the only vessel for the electricity to travel through. The man's dark purple hair was disheveled, long locks tangling together from months of improper treatment.
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Clothes were torn, reduced to a meagre fabric which narrowly managed to cover portions of his body. The clothing was covered in grit from his time in captivity, soiled thoroughly because of the conditions of his prison cell. Knees positioned closely to his chest, Carmine sat, placed in a solitary confinement type situation in hopes of breaking him mentally. The Assembly of Phantoms required him to destroyed mentally and rebuilt into an obedient soldier. They desired vengeance on his deceased parents, a mockery made of their choices by persuading their children to join their ranks.
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Through the physical, mental and emotional torture, Carmine refused to crumble. An agonizing year of despicable treatment failed to dampen his faith in the individuals devising a method to save him from this hellish environment. Occasionally, they pondered how he managed to maintain his steely determination... Little were they aware his twin, Hiroko Andreasen, was the puppet master in those plans for his eventual release. The thought was reassuring but failed to brighten the infernal location which imprisoned him; he could barely deduce his location without information from his twin sister.
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Bright, hazel eyes stared at the dark bricks of his dungeon cell's floor, locked in place. Squeeeaaaak. The shrill sound of old hinges grated against Carmine's ears, prompting a wince. Limited light breached the prisoner's darkened world, something faint. Slowly, the merman's gaze lifted, uncertain, but void of fright. Stationed at the mouth of the door stood a muscular man, his figure outlined by the dim light placed beyond the threshold. Dangling from his left hand was something similar to a shirt, indiscernible until Carmine squinted.
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Heels pressed into as Carmine attempted to back away, his back flattening against the rough surface. Clenched in the burly guard's meaty hand was a straight jacket, or at least, something similar to the device used to restrain those deemed mentally ill in the older ages. A malicious chuckle escaped the depths of the man's throat as he realized the long-haired man's display of fear.
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"Somethin' wrong pretty boy?" He teased in his husky voice.
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A glare appeared on Carmine's face, silence being considered a suitable answer in response. The large man approached, heavy boots thudding against the stone dungeon floor. As he closed in, the merman prepared, abruptly moving onto his back into a laying position. The male prisoner kicked out, managing to smack his foot hard into the man's gut, sending the guarding reeling as the air was knocked from his lungs. The long-haired man smirked, feeling triumphant until... bzzzzzzzzt! A pain-filled scream filled the silence, echoing through the dungeon's corridors.
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Electricity coursed through Carmine's veins, the merman writhing on the floor because of the intense burst of pain. The sensation subsided, the purple-haired man huffing as his eyes slowly opening, revealing a skinnier guard standing in the doorway, holding a small remote in his hand. The bulkier of the duo recovered quickly, roughly grabbing the collar's chain, dragging the merman closer. A flinch conquered his expression, however, the abused prisoner did not struggle against the motions.
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"You little b*tch! That's whatcha get for fightin' it like that," the burly guard grumbled angrily.
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The chain was yanked upwards, lifting Carmine from the floor, dangling from the shock collar around his neck. His eyes matched the gaze of the husky man's glare, his putrid breath invading his face.
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"Now ya better behave yourself, sh*thead!" The guard shouted directly into his face.
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Abruptly, the chain was dropped, sending the disheveled prisoner falling onto the hard floor. Knees collided first, scrapping against the rough stone as Carmine toppled to the ground, breathing heavily from the inflicted damaged. The large man leaned in, grabbing the purple-haired man's arms, forcing them through the tight-fitting sleeves. Despite his hatred of the situation, Carmine abide by the guard's desires. Disobeying meant another round of electricity terrorizing his body. The extreme pain caused as punishment for his actions was something the merman avoided feeling twice in mere minutes.
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Roughly, the burly man jostled Carmine as he secured the straitjacket, grumbling profanity accompanied by degrading comments as he accomplished his work. Once completed, he favoured the purple-haired man with a wolfish smile before turning to depart from the cell. Quietly, the merman glared as the man abandoned him, leaving him laying on the floor without arms to assist him in a sitting position. A lengthy sigh escaped Carmine's lips as he brought his knees against his chest, the man slowly wiggling across the floor to press his back against the wall.
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This was hell...
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Time passed since the straitjacket was roughly placed onto Carmine. Hours had passed since the torturous session, guards switching shifts and accomplishing their usual tasks. From his position on the floor, the long-haired man managed to close his eyes, drifting into a dazed state. The floor was uncomfortable but through the months he expected to slumber on the rough surface without a blanket. The occurrences beyond the door were unknown as Carmine attempted to get some rest. Sounds echoed through the hallways outside, but Carmine ignored them.
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Precious silence reigned, allowing the merman attempt to sleep on the rough ground. The sharp squeak of the door opening startled Carmine from his daze, his eyes opening, fixating on the threshold. Something was thrown into his cell, a slender body tossed in quickly before the door closed. The merman remained quiet, staring as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the scarce lighting available in the room. The disheveled man could narrowly notice her feminine outline, the darkness making her features hard to discern.
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A question escaped her mouth, the tone of her voice confirming his assumption on her gender. Are you a woman eater? A peculiar inquiry which prompted Carmine's brows to furrow as his hazel eyes stared at the woman.
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"W... what?" The words croaked from his mouth.
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The long-haired man was thirsty after spending an extensive amount of time merely laying on the floor. The merman squirmed, narrowly managing to gain the force required to haul himself into a sitting position. He gazed around his cell, blinking a few times before his eyes locked on the metallic bucket in the corner. Despite not maintaining eye contact, Carmine heard the woman's promise to be a good companion. Quietly, he pointed his chin towards the bucket stationed in the corner, plenty aware it was the pathetic water bucket they gave him.
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"Can... you get that... p... ple-ase?" Carmine requested in his raspy, parched voice. "Water..."
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After making his request, the male prisoner's hazel eyes returned to the mysterious woman. The merman could wiggle his way towards the bucket, however, the safer route was sending the unrestrained woman. The last thing Carmine needed was spilling his water instead of getting a proper drink. Patiently, the purple-haired man waited, crossing his legs beneath him as he hoped to receive assistance. Whoever this woman was, the long-term prisoner understood there was a reason behind her presence... Mind games were played between Carmine and the Assembly of Phantoms.
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They wanted to deteriorate the mental health of a warrior who refused to bow to their whims. The woman's existence in his cell heralded the possibility of abuse of any calibre. The world's scariest chess game would proceed in this malicious hellhole and Carmine mentally prepared himself for the upcoming possibilities. Another storm of pain or humility would arrive and he held no doubts about that prospect. However, the long-haired man hoped the mysterious girl would prove herself as a magnificent companion. His social contact was restricted to guards, interrogators and other affiliates of the Assembly after all...
Everything looks good for me! I can work with it and have fun with this... I think Carmine will be angry with me cause he is in pain and I called it fun. >.> I'M SORRY BABY! Also, sorry, I went overboard on the post. >.> Whoopsie...
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