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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Straight-back and determined, Roxanna carried herself with an air of confidence that never overstep the bounds of arrogant. Alas, her brazen personality exhibited itself with every step, as though she marched forth, caring not for judgement and willing to fight for her opinion. Though, for the time being, the woman's innate silliness and humour was masked by her frustrations with her companion. Regularly a smiley, happy-go-lucky individual, it was rare to uncover the overly-serious side. Unfortunately, Roxanna discovered herself stuck in the attitude with Jason's enjoyment of her "seeming" reliance for a single mission; which she arguably NEVER NEEDED had he not meddled.
Her steps remained brisk as they walked, littered with her distrust of him and overall annoyance towards his previous attitudes. If the opportunity was available, the young lycanthrope would have happily avoided him and spoke of his face in passing remarks, however, she held one more job. Get the information and never speak to him again. The overall goal was simple and nothing she could not handle. The Hallow Order required that information about the perpetrator and she wanted to assure his sentencing after the arrest.
Her ruby eyes caught sight of the bistro's sign, Mr. Ben's with the punny slogan of 'Nice to meat you'. The place was not overly expensive and locally source, making it among her favourite places to eat.
"Alright, we're here," the lycanthrope informed him.
She turned off the sidewalk, pushing through the glass door and into the restaurant. The scents of various cookings hit her nose. Quietly, she sniffled, smiling as she indulged herself in the varying scents of the bistro. Her legs moved automatically to the front desk.
"One table for two, please," she requested.
The receptionist greeted them with a smile and nodded. He gestured for their following, to which Roxanna quickly obeyed. Her red eyes glanced back briefly to assure Jason was following. Once at the two-person table, the lycanthrope took her seat and grasped the provided menu.
Fire flickered in her eyes, a temperment restrained. She considered him a smartass, somebody fixated on radiating the air of sarcasm and arrogance. At least, in her formal opinion of the man who ruined her hunt to narrowly rescue it. Though, the man's antics for an impromptu dinner date left a slight tenseness in the woman's frame. While Jason willingly forked over his name, information about character was nonexistent other than their initial exchange. Thus, Roxanna kept herself aware of her surroundings.
Safety came first, especially around strange bounty cops who nearly foil her missions! Though his requirements for food brought a soft furrow of her brow. Oddly, she was unphased by the notion of people attempting to defile the dark-haired man's food. Admittedly, she found it probable given his previous actions. The manner he carried himself was obnoxious and perhaps if she was among the sick-minded, she would have considered it herself. Fortunately, Dr. Jason Hunter would not require an uprising of concerns over the condition of his food.
"Just don't annoy the waiting staff, and then you don't have to worry about them spitting in it either," she said, a teasing underlying to the seriously stated words. "Anyways, there is a nearby bistro, if you like meat, we could head there."
Her hands were placed atop her hips as she spoke. Though, her tenseness returned as her delicate ears heard something drawn. The brunette's ruby eyes fixated on an altered revolver. While not drawn to shoot, the sudden reveal of the weapon perturbed the lycanthrope. Quietly, she listened to his words, picking up on the homosexual parents. She hardly cared about their preferred sexual partners, rather, the disruption to her mood remained on the revolver. The clicking of a spinning barrel filled her ears as her optics stayed fixated on the fun.
"Just don't aim it at me, and I don't care. Now c'mon," she responded, attempting to shake it off casually.
The firearm was noted in Roxanna's mind as she turned away from Jason. Her brown ears were straight and rigid, representing a distrust towards the man. He helped her, but the ruby-eyed woman refused to lend all her trust in a single interaction. Especially given their earlier disagreements...
The reasons for why the stranger chose her for a proper introduction to Lorsette was beyond Roxanna. Their initial interactions consisted of her shouting and getting angered by the ridiculousness of the bounty cop. Interruptions were made during the capture and evidently, the lycanthrope was not apart of the 'bounty cop fan club'. Nonetheless, the stranger proved her wrong on several occasions with his intentions and wants. He was unpredictable! A random spinner being spun at a high enough speed to blur the array of options.
His decisions were irrational in Roxanna's mind. For somebody to pick her after listening to her growl and snap similar to the angry wolf she was. Arms crossed and eyes narrowed, Roxanna silently listened to the man's introduction. Apparently, his name was Jason Hunter, his robotic partner being rubbed Laika. In addition, formalities were provided, however, shortly dropped in favour of casual conversation. Quietly, the lycanthrope listened, the displeasure playing across her face throughout his words. Moments later, her name was requested.
"Roxanna Arc," she provided. "Bounty hunter, if you can't tell by now."
There was a sharpness to her second comment. A little poke because of the previous events that unfolded.
"Anyways, do you have a preference or something?" She asked shortly afterwards.
The man mentioned wishing to eat at a restuarant and get a proper introduction to Lorsette. Nonetheless, Roxanna wished to inquire about Jason's preferences for food. If she was being forced out to eat, the lycanthrope decided she would play fair.
Aggravated by the so-called bounty hunter's foolishness, a growl rumbled from Roxanna's throat. Bounty cop held the audacity to twist her arm a little bit for a idiotic dinner date! Agreement arrived with the benefit of proof straight from the culprits mouth, though, she would be forced to tolerate his presence longer! The options were laid before her, and with The Hallow Order on route and the usefulness in the confession, Roxanna was stuck. Though it never meant she was expected to enjoy the random occasion.
The criminal ceased his struggling as energy depleted from earlier attempts at escaping the lycanthrope's grip. Though, the feeling of her hand keeping his cuffed limbs against his back was enough of a reminder. This conman required being convicted and a confession straight from his mouth would go bounds to assure the possibility. The brunette bit down on her lower lip, red eyes narrowing into a glare as the stranger explained his reasoning... even having the audacity to pat her head. Her fingers tensed around the chain of the handcuff as she fought every urge to maul the condescending prick.
"Fine," she growled from her lips, voice raked with anger. "But, I have to deal with my company first."
Only moments later would the transportation van of the Hallow Order would carefully roll up through the people. Her face glanced at the van as a pair of individuals exited. Steadily, they took the man from Roxanna's company before requesting a quick report. Narrowly gathering herself, Roxanna moved closer to the back of the van to provide a quick report. Once there, she leaned against the one door as they pulled the guy in.
"I had someone tackle me down and hassle me through it, but I managed to catch him," she began, giving little information. "He tried slipping through the crowds, but was caught later on. And, I will be back at headquarters later with more info."
They nodded, indicating a more thorough report would be detailed with her return to headquarters. While she gathered the evidence, they would confirm his identity, then through e-transfer, Roxanna would reap the fruits of her label. She prayed handing in evidence would give her some extra cash, especially consider who she needed to talk with to receive it. Once finished, she pushed off the door, circling the van and returning to the stranger.
"Before we go out, you have to tell me your name, else I'm not going anywhere with you," she began.
Her irritation was represented in both tone and the manner she crossed her arms. Evidently, she was dissatisfied with the situation, but with the possibility of conviction-worthy evidence existing, options were nonexistent.
Successfully captured beneath Roxanna was Christopher Elysium. A quivering mess of futile squirming and realizations. With the request for pick up being handed in, the conman's freedom would be limited to potentially mere minutes. Every ticking second brought another onset of panic as the man squirmed, alas, the cuffs were around his wrists and a woman of superior strength above him. Each inch of a movement was greeted with a soft hint of force, nothing painful, but enough to create discomfort.
As the brunette assured her prey would not be escaping, her delicate hearing managed to hear bounty cop sauntering over. The woman's ruby eyes flitted over to him the moment his voice entered her ears. The expression crossing his face summoned suspicion across the whole of Roxanna's countenance. The colder connotations of the stranger's voice and tape recorder brought Roxanna's eyes to a narrow; what game was he playing?! Though valuable information would come of the stranger's methods, the red-eyed lycanthrope maintained weariness of his intentions.
Information was received, stored away on a USB with a wink. Then it arrived, the world's stupidest offer on the lips of the male who nearly thwarted her plans.
"WHAT?!" The words escaped her lips out of impulse. "Why?! You must be nuts!"
The words came out all on an impulse, but before making any agreements, Roxanna wished for the reasons. The woman's ears twitched as distant sounds of a siren could be heard. The Hallow Order transport vehicle for safely handing over criminals to the police. It would arrive shortly and the man would be handed over.
Determination filled the young lycanthrope's veins as she awaited the opportunity to capture the bastard. There was a scammer she needed to catch, someone she wanted to force off the streets. Bounty cop's comments resulted in an annoyed eyeroll accompanied by a soft groan leaving Roxanna's lips. Nonetheless, the brunette shoved her angers down, instead following the robotic dog. Together, they twisted through the crowds of people at speeds faster than that of an average human. Cutting off the elusive criminal was Roxanna's only chance of successfully capturing him, thus she followed.
As they passed by the surrounding people, Roxanna kept her ears pricked. Every sound flowed through them, her nostrils drinking in scents as she pushed forward. After a short amount of time, they broke through the crowd to where the obnoxious bounty cop spent his time entertaining a homeless man. While the sentiments of the action were sweet, it failed to sway Roxanna's opinion of the dark-haired man. The stranger and his mysterious robotic wolf had interrupted her bounty and if being completely honest, the long-haired woman was still salty about it; not that she would admit it.
Upon her arrival, the woman ducked off to the side, ears pricked and primed. For those few remaining minutes, she waited until her target passed by, attempting to blend back into the crowd. Her lips twisted into a smirk as the lycanthrope strode forward, fingers looping around her handcuffs. From nowhere she sprinted, enhanced speed aiding her as she barrelled into the scammer, bringing him to the ground. The sounds of surprise and shock left his gaped lips as Roxanna, without hesitation, asserted her strength and slithered his wrists into the handcuffs.
She stayed atop him to maintain her pin, delicate ears monitoring his condition. One hand fished a phone from her pocket, the bounty hunter unconcerned with the confused glances of those around her. In a few quick taps, she opened the Hallow Order organization app. Inside the app, she opened her mission to place a call in regards to it, speaking when the line was picked up.
"Christopher Elysium has been captured, send pick up please," the bounty hunter requested.
The wait would not be long, the Hallow Order always prepared to pick up the bounties their workers captured. Therefore, she would be required to keep him grounded for some time. Although, the specialized relaxation handcuffs would undoubtedly render her target without means to put up a proper struggle.
Irritated. It was among the only words capable of describing Roxanna's vexation when dealing with bounty cop. The delays on her task were obnoxious and with somebody so elusive, she despised it. The criminal was a smooth talker and a scammer, holding endless charisma. While physical non-threatening, the man proved himself a mental and emotional toll on families in the area. A danger capable of camouflage and plenty able to slip through the cracks and avoid detection. If he escaped now, another person would inevitably fall into the distress of his damned scams.
Yet, here she stood, help up by bounty cop's ridiculous robotic dog. His voice grated against her ears, Roxanna's fists balling as her face scrunched up with annoyance. This guy was taunting her. A wolf-like growl rumbled from her throat, red eyes gleaming with annoyance. Bounty Cop acted high and mighty sending his robotic dog after her and pretending he sat upon the throne of endless knowledge. HE had the AUDACITY to pretend she required his assistance with capturing this bounty when 4 minutes earlier, she would have captured him!
Then to further refer to her prey as a meagre rabbit... Well as a battleshroud she sparingly got her grasps on the higher output missions, she accomplished plenty.
"I WOULD HAVE HAD HIM 4 MINUTES EARLIER IF YOU DIDN'T STOP ME!" She snapped, allowing an annoyed groan to leave her throat. "Fine! FINE! Show me where the hell he is so I don't have to talk to you EVER AGAIN!"
As much as she despised the stupid bounty cop, Roxanna wanted to catch her prey before he slinked away like the snake he was. The lycanthrope held a high moral standing and she would be damned if she decided pride outweighed justice. Thus, she listened, deciding to follow the robotic dog to protect people from becoming future victims.
Angered was brimming in Roxanna after being held up by the self-righteous jerk who allowed her bounty to escape. Time spent gathering information and finding the elusive prick likely to be wasted from bounty cop's stupid interruption. She hated how somebody felt obliged to cease her movements and stop her from proceeding. Through the people she weaved, dexterous from nature rather than species. Soft gasps left the lips of those she passed, however, the young woman was fixated on the scent her nose followed.
Through her pursuit, Roxanna's eyes remained narrowed, focused entirely on the goal at hand. Find her bounty before he slipped away like the snake he was. The woman was swift on her feet, moving without hesitation as she wildly searched for the criminal. Hastily, her ruby-coloured eyes scanned the area around her, searching for the mysterious man. Being late meant him disappearing without a moment of hesitation! As she moved, a familiar metallic dog stood in her path. Surprise sparkled in her narrowed eyes as she abruptly stopped.
An annoyed growl rumbled from her throat. "Can you not?! I have work to do and don't have time to talk to Bounty Cop!"
The lycanthrope crossed her arms, an vexed huff leaving her lips. These were the types of people who annoyed her most! The ones who could not understand the purpose of her job and created barriers for her to jump.
She despised this idiotic bounty cop! The duties resting atop Roxanna's shoulders hefted with the abrupt interruption to her occupation. Initially, the takedown was designed to be quiet and quick. Tackle him down, slap on the handcuffs and call the Hallow Order for the inevitable pick up. She would have gotten her to pay hasty then perhaps head out to find herself something to eat or drink before checking the app for some new missions. She worked round the clock for as long as payment could be received, she would gladly hunt down the criminal bothering the public.
Yet, as the glorified bounty cop got off of her, he still was not finished. The brunette shot him an annoyed glare, an irritated groan rumbling from her throat. While his mechanical dog was tracking her bounty, she was stuck here, listening to this moronic man. He held the audacity to request an explanation from her because she assumed, he believed he was high and mighty! His entire reason for holding her up was seen as twisted, especially seeing as in her organization, there were a few who worked around the clock. Daylight or darkness, they worked!
"WHY DOES IT MATTER?! I work around the clock and this guy, he's kinda elusive and this is my only chance to find him off of RECENT SIGHTINGS! Now let me do my job, Mr. Bounty Cop!" She snapped at him a little bit, antsy to return to work.
A few people gazed their way, but Roxanna ignored them. Rather, she turned away and began sprinting, slithering through the crowd. She required the opening to enhance her speed and catch the man. Unfortunately, she knew the situation would become more confrontational with him becoming aware she was hunting him. She was prepared for a fight, however, she preferred avoiding it at times.
Hood up, boots laced and eyes entering the infamous 'eagle mode', Roxanna scowered the business district for a criminal described best as elusive. The bounty entered the Hallow Order's App in the late hours of the evening and when morning rose she greedily accepted the task. As a lycanthrope, her enhanced senses would assist in tracking down the villain who frequented the business district. Silently, she lurked the streets, ruby hues scanning every person who passed her in search of the man who would grant her the most recent bounty.
Hours were poured into searching, verifying and tracking down this man. Fortunately, her gorgeous red hues locked on the bounty, and after casually checking her phone, confirmation was provided. A smile traced her lips, the short brunette following the man. She waited for the opportunity, pouring further time spent in the summer sun awaiting the moment she could take him; it made her thankful for the temperature regulating bracelet around her wrist. When the man approached the hot dog stand and began distracting himself with ordering, it became Roxanna's chance.
The lycanthrope inched forward, preparing herself for a full-blown charge at the criminal. Mentally she noted everything, the passing pedestrians and the location of the Hallow Order specialty handcuffs. Each step was weighted, the woman prepared to start her charge, adjusted her stance and BAM! Fixated in her preparations, somebody managed to sneak up on her, twisting her around. As she fell to the ground, waited by a bearded man, her hood fell from her head, revealing brunette locks and soft, feminine features.
Hands pinned her shoulders by a man who appeared confused about his actions. The bounty huntress ignored him, glancing up to watch her bounty gasp and bolt. He probably believed they were fighting over him! The man's question was greeted with a growl.
"BECAUSE HE'S MY BOUNTY! NOW GET OFF!" She shouted at him.
Everything was already laid on the table the moment the vagrant fled and when she started chasing, her job would become obvious. Displeasure covered her face as Roxanna kicked out, using her enhanced strength to attempt to force the man off her. She needed to track that elusive nuisance down before it was too late! Success in her actions would lead Roxanna into hurrying up and breaking into a full sprint to catch up to her bounty.
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The young lycanthrope rolled her eyes as a grumpy 'hmph' escaped her closed lips. Unpleasant service resulted in the ruining of what was originally a marvellous day. The amount of earnings and success in capturing a dangerous criminal had brightened her morning, but it officially appeared the peak of her day. Her ears listened to the stranger's whimper followed by the water sliding down the drain with her delicate ears. Only moments later would the cashier disappear into the back room, allowing a different one to take his place.
The lycanthrope turned heel and headed towards the door before the other server could hear a word. She managed to frighten the stranger enough with her noticing of his words. Hopefully, he would learn to become better at customer service! The woman pulled open the door, bell-ringing above her. She promptly exited and left the establishment, sighing upon her escape from the cafe. Slowly, she walked to the side and leaned against the building to enjoy the spring warmth for a few moments. All she wanted to be a simple hot chocolate.
She grabbed her phone, glancing over any new messages or bounty offers. She needed something to do!
"Now what? My day is bad now," the lycanthrope whispered.
Her brown ears stayed pricked as she scrolled through her phone. Perhaps another bounty would lift her spirits, or at least she hoped.
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Eyes stern and arms crossed, Roxanna’s ruby hues were locked onto the foolish cashier. Behind her, a few of the other customers glanced their way, likely noticing the displeasure being shown by the young lycanthrope. The woman’s ears were rigid as she stood, tail motionless and her body tense from the insult. Her narrowed eyes refused to leave the young man as he paled to the realization of her superior hearing. The man failed to pay attention to her species, allowing him to foolishly slip up and mutter his words.
The instinctive transformation went unnoticed by the lycanthrope as she maintained her stern, unimpressed glare. The sounds of nervousness breathed through his lips upon realizing his words were caught by the sensitive ears of a customer. It appeared he realized the gravity of his error in mumbling those words without thinking of the consequences. A reckless action that earned attention because of her powerful hearing. The man's attempt of an apology only resulted in an annoyed eye roll from the young woman.
"No thanks, just dump it out," Roxanna growled back. "Maybe next time, don't treat your customers like shit."
In a matter of a few minutes, Roxanna discovered her day turning rotten. Inconsiderate customer service workers always placed a damper on the mood! Customer service was a difficult job, but the brunette refused to be lienent towards the man's behaviour.
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