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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The reaper's inability to suitably communicate with others resulted in negativism and depressive responses to the notion of "potentially" having a soulmate. There were doubts about possessing a soulmate, especially given the situation presented to him. There were few positives being demonstrated in the ancient warrior's life to allow him to believe he would be provided with the wonderful gift of destined love. Since the traumatic events which occurred at his village, Fritz sacrificed his life to fighting off evil for the sake of others.
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Somebody needed to play hero and protect those who required it most. If not him, then who would take the position upon the prestigious mantel. An eye roll was given in response to Quan's obvious answer in regards to the direction he was going. Clearly, the stranger was displeased with the conversation, even going lengths to state Fritz was depressing him with the truthful words. Automatically, the hunter released an annoyed sigh, feet feeling heavy as he followed the dark-haired man; somebody had to assure he would stir trouble.
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He silently followed behind Quan, unwilling to stand beside the man. Instead, he kept his distance, thinking the dark-haired man wanted some distance from his depressing attitude.
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Soulmates existed, however, the cynicism which scarred Fritz’s heart was a powerful adversary. Centuries worth of torment plagued his mind, refusing to drift away like clouds caught in a breeze. Sorrow fogged everything, dampening his thoughts and keeping him cold. Icy hands gripped his mind, freezing his emotions and manifesting the stubborn requirement to push those who cared away. Consideration was absent as Fritz turned to move forward, planning on leading the charge to finally find Kaitlynn Harris. Unaware of his companions lack of movement.
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The long silence between Fritz and Quan ended with an accusation of uncertainty over the condition of his soulmate. The ancient hero froze, sapphire eyes locked with the tiled floor beneath. Words were spoken, the blue-haired hunter maintaining silence as the dark-haired man lightly scolded him. Why was discovering his non-existent soulmate crucial? The world handed him tragedies by the dozen, hence he ceased expecting anything good. When something positive arrived, he was thankful, but he never searched for the miracles.
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The man continued his speech, Fritz listening to every word silently. He failed to comprehend why the dark-haired man cared immensely about his soulmate rather than finding his own. For a mere moment he glanced behind him, eyes narrowing when Quan turned away, heading the opposite direction.
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“Where are you going?” Fritz asked.
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With those words, the ancient reaper turned around, long strides carrying him towards the mysterious man. Meanwhile, his thoughts tried to comprehend why Quan was so fixated on finding his soulmate.
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Constantly, Fritz eyes flitted between the doors of the dressing room. Every hunter who exited the change room were promptly scanned over and confirmed everybody's identity. Unfortunately, Kaitlynn Harris was not among the people leaving the changing rooms. A soft sigh escaped the blue-haired man's lips as he waited for the angelic sergeant to leave one of the rules. Alas, there was no confirmation if Kaitlynn was genuinely inside the room or not. Checking was out of the options because of his gender, unless he considered asking a female hunter.
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The ancient warrior accomplished an eye roll when the shorter male began insisting he required a soulmate. Evidently, Quan failed to realize there were some past circumstances that could not be mended with finding a lover. The sorrow that afflicted him from the horrible memories of his village being burned would never leave. The incident inspired his vows, strengthened his determination and manifested an steely resolve to help others. Those days years ago, he lost his family, friends and later his life and afterlife...
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Now? He refused to allow anybody else push through the ordeals he was forced into, if he could help it. A hero was forged from the ashes of his home, rebuilt from an untimely death and proven when he rose his sword against the injustice. He would never let that incident go.
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"Finding a soulmate does not automatically make everything better," he grumbled, clearly displeased by the assumption.
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Only moments later would silence fall, Fritz allowing minutes to pass. As the stragglers began leaving the changing room, he pushed off the wall and approached a female hunter.
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"Excuse me, is Sergeant Harris still in the change room? Her brother is looking for her," the reaper explained to the woman.
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The hunter thought for a moment before shaking her head 'no' and heading towards the meeting rooms. Another sigh escaped Fritz's lips as he gestured for Quan to follow. Perhaps she managed to slip past and end up inside the meeting room.
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Torment followed Fritz through the years, resulting in a more negativistic mindset in response to the possibility of a soulmate. The gruesome circumstances of his death lived in the scars carved into his flesh. The world gained delight from torturing him, hence why would he receive a blessing? The purpose he placed upon his shoulders was everything he had. Defending others became the reason he marched on since people required it. Thus, Quan’s flinched failed to make Fritz realize the horrible nature in his words.
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The truth was a painful revelation, therefore, Fritz was willing to bluntly state his words. Although, the shocking nature of his words resulted in his companion's displeasure. Only mere moments later was the ancient warrior informed how horrible the words he stated were. A soft sigh escaped the blue-haired man's lips as he rolled his eyes at Quan. He shrugged at the man determined to discover his soulmate. The brunette was among the few who claimed to be his soulmate, however, Fritz refused to believe that.
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"You don't know what my life has been like," Fritz mumbled in response.
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The response was kept vague, the reaper leading Quan towards the locker room. Soulmates were reserved for other people in Fritz's opinion. People possessed soulmates, however, the blue-haired man believed he would never receive something immensely pleasant. Closer, they got to locker room, a few hunters exiting the rooms, fully clothed in their warm clothing. He listened as he was informed how lucky he was... Fortune only existed in small spurts through his tormented life.
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"As said, I doubt it. So you don't have to look. Go look for your own," Fritz suggested.
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When they reached the end of the hallway where doors to separate gender wings existed, Fritz drew closer to the wall. He leaned against it, sapphire eyes waiting to see the familiar frame of Sergeant Harris. He hoped Quan would adhere to his suggestion and instead would begin searching for his soulmate.
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Comprehension was limited when people insisted Fritz required a soulmate or lover of some kind. Everybody needed different things for survival, and the ancient warrior believed he was better alone. The torment that plagued his heart years ago in the form of thick smoke and hot flames. Those he lost continued to cling to his heart, reminding him of the sorrows alongside the sparked determination to protect others. Alas, the insistence was persisted by a majority of individuals, including Vashti and her dark-haired friend he was trying to assist.
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Frustration made itself prevalent on Fritz’s expression as they moved through headquarters. The mysterious man’s insistent nature was bothersome to the reaper who wished to operate alone. The ancient warrior wore narrowed eyes as he followed Quan, hands balled in annoyed fists. He would not harm the dark-haired man, however, he was irritated by his “requirement” to discover his soulmate. The blue-haired man operated under the belief his soulmate long perished and he would never receive the opportunity to meet them.
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The ancient warrior accomplished an eye roll at Quan's theoretical situation. This was getting ridiculous!
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"I have my money on my soulmate being dead," Fritz grumbled.
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An annoyed sigh escaped the elite hunter's lips as he stomped forward, staying close to Quan. Why did he have to stick out in the room?! It appeared Quan was determined to discover his soulmate and while he stated a relationship was not required, however, he did not believe him. A groan escaped his lips when the dark-haired man mentioned being specialized in relationships and soulmates. Another eye roll proceeded, Fritz glancing away as they walked through the corridors. There was a disinterested expression stuck on the ancient warrior's countenance as they ventured.
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Soulmates were something Fritz never considered properly. The emotions formed from the traumatic experiences of his past manifested an unwillingness to believe he would receive such a gift. Eventually, they met a crossroads, a question leaving Quan as they arrived. The ancient warrior glanced down both paths, one leading to the scout's quarters and the other to where the locker rooms were located. A gesture was provided to follow as Fritz led them towards the locker rooms where the sergeant could potentially be getting ready.
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Confusion afflicted Fritz the longer he spent in Quan's company. The dark-haired man was peculiar, proven by the words stated and his questions. Each inquiry suggested the desire to find a potential date or gather information for Vashti. Alas, the man's tendency to make strange "observations" made Fritz wonder what happened to the brunette. Slowly, he followed behind Quan, uncertain about the man's intention. They were supposed to be searching for Kaitlynn, but the man appeared to have other intentions...
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As they moved through headquarters, Fritz heard the man inquire about the name. The ancient warrior offered him a nod when it arrived at the name, however, the man continued. When the mysterious man mentioned the brunette being the person he liked, Fritz's eyes locked onto Quan. The reaper stopped moving completely, arms crossing to display his discontentment with this man's accusations. He did not like Vashti in the implied manner and he was more determined to believe the dark-haired man was enlisted by the huntress.
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"Listen, I am not looking for someone that way, so drop it," Fritz informed, annoyance dripping from his voice.
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Unfortunately, his response fell upon deaf ears as the man spoke about soulmates and turned to leave. An irritated groan escaped the reaper's mouth as he hurried after Quan. This strange man hardly gave a care to what he wanted.
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"I am not interested in her that way, so stop," Fritz insisted.
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He began following behind the dark-haired man. The ancient warrior followed closely behind Quan, eyes surveying the area in hopes of finding Kaitlynn before her brother could cause more trouble. Either that, or persuade the peculiar man to cease an endeavour which would be fruitless.
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The brunette Fritz discovered was downright bizarre with the words he stated and conclusions he arrived at. Alone inside TRS headquarters was a preposterous notion, especially considering the amount of individuals called back to assist with the blizzard. Anybody capable of returning to headquarters or already there for the shift ahead walked the halls of the TRS headquarters. Therefore, the man's "observations" were confusing and nonsensical to the ancient warrior who arrived to carry out his duties.
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A cryptic answer was provided by Quan, the type frequently witnessed in shows where a hero would be required to solve some riddle which helps them better themselves. A soft sigh escaped Fritz's lips as they exited the room in, to his assumption, a search for Sergeant Kaitlynn Harris. They began moving through the halls, the reaper's sapphire eyes analyzing the corridors around them. Finding the brown-haired TRS sergeant was crucial. Once completed, Fritz could return to the discussion room and prepare to handle the frigid conditions.
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The brunette's questions in regards to who he liked resulted in Fritz's eyes narrowing. Was this man provided a task from Vashti? The long-haired huntress was infatuated with him and constantly insisted towards the notion of them being soulmates. He listened as the man proceeded, soon shifting gears to inquire about hobbies.
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"Did Vashti put you up to this?" Fritz asked with an annoyed sigh.
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If Vashti was the culprit, Fritz planned on texting her and informing her whatever idea she possessed fail. The possibility existed considering her pushiness about them being soulmates, therefore, he waited for the answer.
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Perplexed by the man's peculiar words, Fritz watched him with a raised brow evident on his face. The insistence of him requiring help was strange considering he was perfectly fine in the present situation. He failed to comprehend why this stranger appeared keen on stating he required help. In the ancient warrior's mind, it was obvious he never requested assistance or required it in this situation. They were stationed inside the meeting room to discuss their plans, thus safety existed until they ventured into the frozen temperatures beyond.
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The reaper remained motionless, not necessarily intrigued, but more wishing to dispose of the confusion in his mind. While he awaited for the information to cease his confusion, the man foolishly made it worse. When stated Fritz was inside the room alone, his brows only raised higher. The elite hunter glanced around, seeing his fellow hunters chattering away before his eyes flitted back to the dark-haired man. Maybe this man accidentally hit his head on something before he entered the TRS headquarters...
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"Did you hit your head by any chance?" The blue-haired man inquired. "Because I am not alone in here... My allies surround us."
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The elite hunter was concerned about the man's condition, his sapphire eyes already searching for injuries on the stranger. Perhaps he should start searching for Kaitlynn quickly in hopes of getting this situation sorted out. When the man said 'shall we', Fritz assumed he meant searching for his sister, thus he nodded and left the room. They could check the surrounding area before returning back to see if Kaitlynn was preparing everyone to head out. It was a simple strategy and would hopefully result in the sergeant being found quickly.
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People getting lost inside the Terror Response Syndicate was not an uncommon situation. The headquarters in Lorsette was a large location, making it difficult to navigate. When people entered the building for the first time, getting lost was easily accomplished if someone was not careful. These circumstances failed to bother Fritz, thus he prepared to start assisting the young man with his situation. The elite hunter enjoyed being helpful despite his expression failing to display his entertainment in those circumstances.
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Patience was given as Fritz waited to retrieve the names. The surname Harris sparked a slight surprise in the reaper's bright, sapphire eyes. The surname Harris was connected to the unit two sergeant, which was confirmed when the first name Kaitlynn was mentioned. Kaitlynn Harris was the angelic sergeant, a woman dubbed Electra due to her usage of electricity manipulation. The ancient warrior nodded at Quan, his mind pondering where Kaitlynn could potentially be. The sergeant of unit two was bound to show up since members of her unit were here.
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Confusion played across Fritz's countenance when the man mentioned helping him and wished for a name. The blue-haired man could hardly guess what he needed help with.
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"Fritz. Also, I don't need help," he explained.
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There was nothing he required help with, therefore, he declined the idea. He was a man with plans on working through the blizzard. The only thing he truly required assistance with was assuring he would retain warmth.
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Responsibilities weighed onto Fritz's shoulders as he approached the dark-haired man, patiently awaiting his reason for lacking a uniform. Everybody else was dressed adequately, each taking the jackets handed out for the mission ahead of them. Arms were crossed as he awaited the man's answer, expecting an ill-prepared or inexperienced hunter. Sapphire eyes locked on the man, hard as he gazed at the stranger. The blue-haired hunter waited, remaining stern as he expected being handed the responsibility of ushering this assumed hunter somewhere to prepare for the frigid conditions.
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The brunette opened with stating he did not have one. Initially, Fritz believed the man was a foolish hunter, however, he was proven wrong shortly afterwards. The man began explaining the situation, which provided the required context for the situation. The explanation provided satisfied the elite hunter as he understood the circumstance for the man's presence in the discussion room. He was the brother of a Terror Response Syndicate member, although, Fritz noticed how he looked similar to the sergeant of unit two, his unit.
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"What's your name anyways?" Fritz asked. "And her's. Maybe I can help you."
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The mission would begin, the TRS member potentially be involved. Therefore, the ancient warrior believed the woman the brunette was searching for was nearby. It was a sensible guess in the reaper's mind.
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There was a particular atmosphere in the room of TRS hunters preparing for the upcoming missions. Quiet 'I love yous' shared between some while others displayed the symptoms of romantic tension. Friendly conversation filled the room, reaching Fritz's ears as he stood alone. The reaper was often described as anti-social by his peers, however, he would converse should the timing be favourable or somebody started the conversation with him. Alas, in circumstances where he felt a serious air was required, people found him quiet and expression-lacking.
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To worsen matters, Fritz's outwards demeanour created an aloof interpretation from most. The blue-haired man social grace, instead focusing on missions without a thought being attributed to the social regularities of working. Seconds passed as Fritz watched and listened before removing his focus from the talking mission goers. With crossed arms, the ancient warrior remained secluded in his lonesome corner. Socializing was unlikely, the only idea motivating him to listen and stay alert in his current surroundings being the possibility of Vashti's presence.
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His close friend was a reckless woman, somebody who plunged deep into the waters of dangerous decision-making. While Fritz could hardly ridicule her demeanour considering his impulsive choices. In dire circumstances, Fritz was somebody willing to sacrifice his life should it result in others being given the opportunity to live. As he scanned the entirety of the room, the soft creak of the door opening reached the hunter's ears. Quickly, his blue eyes flitted towards the door, watching it open. A man crossed through the threshold, somebody Fritz was not familiar with.
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The man was short, having messy, dark brown hair and darker complexion. Among the most notable traits was his lack of a TRS uniform which were handed out for the day's task. A brow rose as Fritz watched him, wondering why a man without a uniform was in the mission room. The reaper pushed off from the wall, striding forward to intercept the man with intentions of inquiring on his presence.
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"Excuse me," he began as he approached. "Where is your uniform?"
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Without the proper equipment, members of the Terror Response Syndicate could have troubles recognizing the man. As somebody among the elites, Fritz considered it his duty to assure everybody was prepared for the mission. This included questioning somebody who entered without the proper attire.
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The wind howled wildly outside, the blizzard arriving as expected, but creating power outages across Lorsette alongside a variety of other unexpected problems for the Terror Response Syndicate to handle. There were beliefs of Assembly of Phantoms involvement in the recent affairs plaguing the city, particularly the recent casualties which managed to get reported. Evidently, there was something suspicious happening in Lorsette during the blizzard. There was evidence, the monstrously sized footprints in the snow alongside strange behaviours occurring in the dangerous winter weather. Thus, despite his species being ill-suited for extreme weather conditions, Fritz was requested to come into work. The circumstances around the mission resulted in a sensibility to calling for the assistance of a TRS elite hunter, and one who has been around since the beginning nonetheless. The primary reason for his lack of promotion was the numerous transfers he underwent because of his endless wanderlust before finally settling in Lorsette. Minutes were taken working towards properly dressing, the treacherous journey being unnecessary considering Fritz decided to remain at headquarters after an extensive day of work. There was a safety from the frigid temperatures due to the efforts of various TRS members. [break][break] There was always time spared by the reaper to assure he could survive the temperatures, Fritz being well-aware of the risk factors which arrived with recklessness towards proper dressing; especially in the dangerous 70 mph winds. The special edition jackets, ski pants, gloves and various other cold weather necessities were handed out, the ancient warrior tugging the hefty pieces of clothing. Beneath his clothes was a trio of temperature regulation charms, the blue-haired man thankful he brought one of his own for extra protection against the elements. A thick TRS mandated jacket hugged his shoulders, the dark navies and black colours making the red accents contrast against them. Across the back was the regular impact font, stating TRS alongside the HUNTING DIVISION as expected. On the front displayed the unit and nametag worn at all times by affiliates of the TRS. Carefully, Fritz adjusted the belt which held the scabbard of his broadsword, tightening it around the outside of the thick clothing. The hefty weapon would arrive with the consequence of additional weight, but Fritz knew the sword was a necessity. [break][break] Practicing swordsmanship for centuries resulted in the reaper refusing to leave the weapon behind, the sword being the single component which made him useful. While he lacked the physical enhancements to allow for more extreme blows, Fritz managed to make up for it with skillfulness and quick thinking. A harsh training regiment assisted in making the ancient warrior useful despite his lacking in useful magic; especially considering necromancy required dead bodies to be in the area. Hastily, the reaper adjusted the layers beneath as needed, creating comfort and flexibility for movement since without it, he knew his death would rapidly approach for a second time. Once prepared to face the frigid temperatures, the ancient warrior exited the changing room, heading towards the assigned meeting area for hunters of the second unit. He moved quickly, strides long as he tugged the toque tighter onto his head and brought the hood up, tugging on the drawstrings and adjusting them as needed. [break][break] There were plenty of people being escorted around the TRS headquarters only a mere few minutes after the reaper finished preparing himself for battle. A few were TRS affiliates while others were citizens dressed in thick clothing, those who likely risked their safety in hopes of reaching the headquarters or perhaps those who arrived prior to the blizzard. Gradually, Fritz weaved his way through, most avoiding the tall man with a sword buckled around his waist. As the ancient warrior began approaching the briefing location, he remained uncertain on whether or not he wished to see Vashti on the other side of the door. While the brunette was a graduated hunter, she could be horribly reckless, and considering the dangerous circumstances of the mission, he hoped she was safely at home or perhaps resting somewhere else in the facility. The reaper cared immensely about his former apprentice and closest friend, thus he wished she would remain somewhere safe rather than involved in unit two's mission. Eventually, he arrived at the briefing room, where information would be provided in regards to the mission. 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Rank was something Fritz took extremely seriously, thus, the elite hunter stood firm about Loren getting proper clothing for the weather for the time being. Unfortunately, the reaper could only accomplish so much in regards to assuring his apprentice would dress suitably. The blue-haired man would not force Loren into those clothes and planned on allowing his apprentice to suffer the consequences. Naturally, he would assure there was a method to return Loren to a location where warmth could be discovered and where he could manage to maintain proper body heat.
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His apprentice's demeanour about the notion of getting proper clothing proved Loren was determined to be stubborn. A soft sigh escaped Fritz's lips as he rolled his stunning blue eyes. Persuading the oni to accomplish what he wished appeared unlikely, therefore, he would have to allow him to suffer the consequences. Despite listening to Loren's reasoning behind not requiring a jacket, the elite hunter remained worried about the man's well-being in the current situation. Many things could happen during the missions, including being knocked unconscious which could result in Loren freezing.
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Alas, his apprentice did not appear keen on listening, therefore, Fritz decided he would warn and allow Loren to decide if the risk was worthy.
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"What if you get knocked unconscious?" Fritz stated. "It would be better to rely on something like jackets or charms."
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There was obvious stubbornness being displayed by Loren, but the ancient warrior knew he should warn about all possibilities. As a high-ranking TRS agent, it was among his expectations to protect his fellow agents. Furthermore, it was a task Fritz burdened himself with. After the wars he witnessed and fights he was involved in, the swordsman wanted to assure nobody would play the role of a useless pawn in these battles. On the chessboard, everybody held their positions and each piece needed to be used effectively to preserve lives.
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