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 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.
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are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley smiled as her father agreed now was a good time to grab coffee. She wasn’t quite sure which appealed to her more, spending time with her father after so long or the promise of a strong cup of coffee. It had been a long day and caffeine was always a priority in her life. [break][break] Haley followed him through the door, then cringed at his question. “You have no idea,” she rolled her eyes. She paused to officially sign out of work and waved goodbye to one of her coworkers, then continued to follow her father out of the building. What an odd thought that was. She wasn’t exactly sure where they stood. Last time she’d seen him she’d been so young. Blinded by the foolish notions she’d been raised to believe, she had respected many things that turned out to be wrong. Was her respect for him a similar illusion? [break][break] She brushed the thought aside and continued with her story. She’d have time to reassess the situation later. “It was a blind date thing and the guy was completely insane. He managed to electrocute himself several times in the… possibly an hour of time that I knew him?“ She ran a hand through her hair, not sure whether or not to consider the encounter amusing. “That’s how those things go I guess. I’m sure you have your own dating horror stories after all these years, I don’t need to regale you with mine. Although I suppose the roller skating part wasn’t that bad, I’d just rather be riding a horse than sliding around on wheels.”
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley frowned, not sure what to make of his ramblings. “No nuking anyone,” she insisted, running a hand through her hair. This had been a terrible idea. [break][break] “Ok, let’s fix the bleeding,” she said, reaching out to touch his arm then flinching back. No kidding he was overheating. “Ok, I’m going to need you to sit still, can you do that?” she asked in the same tone she used on her child patients. Not that she had many working for the TRS.
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley’s eyes widened and she shook her head emphatically. “Do not nuke the place I was born!” she said. “Ancient Greece did fall. It was horrible and it doesn’t need to happen again.” Her gaze fell as she was briefly pulled back into memories. The Fall of Greece had torn her family apart. She wasn’t even sure if any of them were alive anymore. [break][break] Haley gasped at his next statement. “I am not older than Hera. Hera was a well established goddess when I was a child.” she argued. “And don’t burn people, especially not in my name,” she added. “Here’s a quick tip, I’m a healer. That means I don’t like people getting hurt. Speaking of why are you bleeding?!!!”
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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A pang of guilt went through Haley at her father's words. So much time had passed without him, and she wasn't sure it was time they could make up for. Although he was her father, he had only been there for a small part of her life. She wasn't the same person she'd been then. It didn't seem fair, though. They were family, and it wasn't like either of them had done anything wrong. This divide shouldn't have formed between them at all. [break][break] "There's plenty of time to catch you up now," she said with a forced grin. "They weren't all so great, though." She didn't have much of an interest in reminiscing on her past. Most of it had been alright, but the important moments that shaped who she was were better left buried. She had the tendency to dwell on heart break and she had learned a long time ago that if she ever wanted to move on she had to intentionally try to forget the past. [break][break] Haley nodded as her father recommended a new coffee shop. There were very few cafes she hadn't tried at least once, but if this one was new she probably hadn't gotten the chance to visit yet. "I'm always happy to try new things," she said, "Except maybe roller skating. That didn't turn out so well." She wrinkled her nose at the memory of the death defying stunts the person trying to teach her had pulled. She wasn't going to give that another chance any time soon.
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley's heart sank a bit as she heard her father's response. She hadn't really expected anything different. For as long as she could remember, he had been a soldier before anything else. He was a good father, but if he was needed on the battle field he'd be there instead of with his children. The fact that he'd spent so long on the battlefield would have just solidified that. She had seen the front lines, and a warzone was a bad place to life. [break][break] "I'm not sure," she replied honestly. The centuries of traveling she'd done when she first go involved in the TRS all blended together. She narrowed her eyes, trying to hone in on events that she could place on some sort of timeline. "I remember I had been a field medic for a long time when coffee became a thing in Europe. That was the 1600s, so I probably started there in the mid 1500s? And then I was in Japan around the time that Mozart became well known and I had some trouble with a few hunters so I quit the TRS for a while. I eventually rejoined as a ward medic in Manchester and I was there until about a year ago when I transferred here." She paused and tried to recall anything else of significance. "Oh, I helped out during the War of Traitors too! I don't really count that one as TRS. Up until England I moved around a lot, though. I'm not surprised you didn't hear anything." [break][break] Haley finished filling out the patient chart on her clipboard before looking up again. "So, uh... I've been off duty for a while now and things are slowing down, I'm sure they can manage here without me. Would you like to grab a coffee or something?" she asked.
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley was honestly surprised when Ozaei fell silent as she stated healing him. She glanced up, making sure he hadn’t died or something. Thankfully it wasn’t long before he was talking again. He tore himself away before she was fully done but she figured he was healed enough that he’d be fine.
Haley stared at him as he went on, her jaw clenching slightly. “Did you just swear on my name? After calling me an object? And old?” she ran a hand through her hair. “You know Greece is still around, right? I could be any age.” There were probably more important things to address from his latest string of words, but Haley had her own priorities. And not being called “old,” no matter how true it may be, was pretty high on that list.
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley blinked as her “date” started spewing out some nonsense about angels not eating. “No I-I still eat.” she said. “Everyone eats. I just had a big lunch so I’m not that hungry, and you’re injured so that’s more important.”
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Haley was about to begin inspecting the wounds when he sparked up again. She drew her hand away until she felt certain he wasn’t going to electrocute her. Not that she could be electrocuted. She had immunity to that sort of thing. Any fear on her part was completely irrational.
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She took a breath to calm her nerves and debated how to handle this. She’d been a healer for a long time, but electricity injuries weren’t super common. Especially not such severe ones. She decided to handle it similarly to a burn and she reached out, channeling her magic into him as she gently touched his arm.
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“You know I have nothing to do with judgement and stuff, right? I don’t have nearly that much power. Hell, I’ve never even been to heaven. I’m not that type of Angel, I was born here. In Greece, actually.” she said as she worked. She knew a bit about how Heaven functioned, but she’d never been a part of it. Earth was her home and it always would be.
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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“I’ve always got to ask,” Haley sighed, then set to work healing the wound. The magic came easily to her after thousands of years of working with it, and soon the wound had faded into a fresh layer of skin. “Thats good, though. I’ve noticed the people that want to keep their scars as battle trophies tend to get injured more often.” she added. She’d known a number of people like that and they were always more reckless. She hated it. Why couldn’t people just try to avoid getting injured. [break][break] After deciding her work was completed to her satisfaction, Haley took a step back and glanced down at the clip board, filling in a few boxes on the paperwork. “How long have you been with the TRS?” she asked. It wasn’t a surprising place to find her father. In fact, it made so much sense that if she’d known he was alive the TRS was the first place she would have gone looking. [break][break] She wondered if anyone had put together that Haley and Peyton might be related. She had been with this branch for a while now and growing up she had been told she looked more like her father than her mother. She wouldn’t be surprised if someone had put two and two together. She wouldn’t even be surprised if that was why someone in her old branch of the TRS had suggested she go to Lorsette in the first place.
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley heard what her father asked and shook her head. "I lost track of them a long time ago," she replied, feeling some guilt well up within her. She probably should have tried to stick with her family and been there for her siblings if they happened to need her, but things just hadn't worked out that way. She didn't know when she'd started isolating herself, but at some point she'd just began to figure life was easier without anything tying her down. [break][break] Haley kept quiet as she listened to what had happened. She hated it when people got hurt, especially when it was the AP's fault. She didn't really believe in fighting, but she knew that the TRS couldn't be the one to back down. They were only trying to protect people from the Assembly's insanity. [break][break] Typically when Haley was treating a wound she stuck to traditional medical methods rather than falling back on her abilities. She had mastered her abilities long ago, but in the TRS it was hard to predict whether she'd have to see one or fifty more patients through a day which made it hard to pace herself and prevent exhaustion. But after this she was going to be done for the day and she would prefer to heal her father fully. [break][break] "Do you, uh... prefer to keep your scars?" she asked. Some people, especially hunters, didn't like getting healed by magic because they wanted scars to remain. To prove they were someone. That they had done something real. She understood why, and she didn't like assuming people were one way or another.
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley's breath caught in her throat as Peyton stood up and embraced her. He didn't disappear. He was real. She hadn't realized she was worried about that until she felt his arms around her. She hesitated for a moment, then felt herself returning the hug. She did so carefully to avoid hurting his shoulder more, but she felt something melt inside her nonetheless. Suddenly her eyes started to sting and she buried her face in his unharmed shoulder. Memories she'd long since buried about what it was like to be a child were bubbling to the surface. [break][break] When he father answered her question she pulled back and wiped at her eyes. "There's no such thing as 'not too serious,'" she shook her head. As she went through the fairly monotonous process of inspecting the wound to determine what had to be done to fix it, several questions spun through her mind. She wanted to know what had happened, but at the same time she was afraid of what the answer might be. He had said he'd looked for her and her siblings but couldn't find them. How long had it taken him to give up on his search? Surely he'd started his life over since they'd last seen each other, but she didn't know how to even begin questioning that. [break][break] Instead, she settled on something impersonal. "What happened in the field today? It seems like there were too many injuries for a planned out conflict." When there was an influx of patients like this she usually didn't ask questions. It would distract her from what she was supposed to be doing and she hated the idea of accidentally triggering someone by asking them to relive a potentially traumatizing situation they'd just taken part in. After things calmed down information would come in waves through gossip anyway. [break][break] This time was different. Her father had been involved. It felt like a foreign thought, but it was the truth of the situation. Her long lost father was back and she was no longer some child that didn't understand the nature of war. He had been right that his injury wasn't too bad, but that didn't stop her from worrying. She'd seen more benign wounds get infected and cause endless problems.
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley heard her own name and something inside of her melted. It was definitely him, she wasn’t imagining familiarity where there was none. And he was in the TRS. He was still fighting after so many years. She knew she shouldn’t have expected anything different - he was a soldier through and through - but she felt a slight pang of disappointment. She hated the very thought of how many injuries and how many near misses with death he must have gone through in the time since she’d seen him last. [break][break] The oddity of them finding each other now struck her next. Of all the places she could have ended up she'd come here. Where he was. It was a huge coincidence. She couldn't help but wonder if the friend who'd suggested she transfer to Lorsette had somehow known, not that it mattered either way. [break][break] "Dad," she said, her voice was shaky as it spoke the word. It felt wrong, in a way, and after a brief moment she realized why. She’d never said that word in English. The last time she had seen her father she didn’t even speak the language. "I thought you were dead… again." Although her British accent had mostly faded in the year she'd been in Lorsette a bit of it returned as her voice thickened with emotion. Memories long buried by time and and unwillingness to reminisce upon them were beginning to bubble to the surface, breaking through the chaos of everything else. They were fuzzy around the edges but they were warm and happy and filled with the sort of comfort one could only find with family. [break][break] Her family and her country had been torn apart by that awful war. After that people had gone there separate ways, hoping to escape the chaos that had set in like a dark fog after their ultimate loss. Mourning her country and her father she had tried to hold onto hope and deny the obvious truth, but she could only do that for so long. It wasn’t a good time to be Greek and an even worse one to be nobility so she’d been forced to leave. Except now it appeared that she was wrong. Her father was here in front of her seeming very much alive. [break][break] She wanted to run over and hug him, but she remembered he was injured and that would probably be a very stupid thing to do. She wiped away a bit of moisture from her eyes and set her focus on her job. She didn't know how to feel and she didn't want to get too emotional before she figured that out. "You're injured." she commented, walking over to the supply cupboard to get what she would need to clean the wound. The obvious injury didn't seem too severe, so at least there was that. "Is it just the shoulder?"
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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It was a busy day at the ward. The rooms weren't overflowing as they might have been after a serious conflict with the AP, but there were enough patients to keep the medics stretched thin. It happened from time to time when there was particularly high terror activity or when a few too many medics had decided to take vacation days at the same time. [break][break] More injuries weren't a good thing, but days where Haley had something to do were better than the ones where she was stuck on call without anyone coming in or out of the ward. The feeling that things could take a turn for the worse at any moment could be unbearable. [break][break] Although it was the middle of the day, Haley had been working since far too early in the morning and, even after emerging from the breakroom where she'd downed a strong cup of coffee, she was exhausted. She wasn't ready to actually sleep yet, though, and although she was technically free to go home she knew they could use the extra help here. [break][break] Haley made her way to the front desk to grab a clipboard for the next waiting patient, leafing through the clipboard to get a very brief idea of what to expect before heading towards the room they'd been sent to to wait. She briefly noted that the pile of paperwork representing waiting patients had shrunk notably. Perhaps soon things would calm down again. [break][break] She took a breath and straightened her posture, not wanting to look too tired, before pushing the door open. "I hope you weren't waiting too long. It's-" her voice fell off as she actually processed who she was talking to. She glanced at the name on the top of the paper - something she probably should have done earlier. Several different thoughts spun around in her head, barely staying in focus long enough to form cohesive ideas. Surely this wasn't possible. After enough years that she'd lost track, the last person she'd expected to ever see again was her dead father. Or, at least, supposedly dead. He certainly didn't look dead now. [break][break] "I-" she began, but the rest of the words weren't coming to her. She didn't know what to say, or how to interpret the emotion building up inside of her. "What are you doing here?" she finally asked with an unintentional blunt edge in her voice.
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley’s lips quirked up in a smile as her gaze lingered on her father and the horse for a moment longer. He looked at peace. That was good. It was the least he deserved. She gave Bluebell’s fur one more long stroke before following his lead and fixing the horse with a halter. When she was younger it had been heavy and awkward and the horses would resist her attempts, but she’d long since learned to lift them smoothly without too many errant movements. Growing up and gaining more muscle helped, of course. ”Good girl,” she muttered to Bluebell as she led her out to put on the saddle. [break][break] ”The river works,” she smiled. She liked to ride down there. It was open and free and usually the air was slightly cooler near the water. She made quick work of the saddle and double checked that all the latches were secure before mounting the horse. She was eager to get out there. It really had been too long since she’d been riding. It was partially because she was busy, but also because the horses reminded her about her dad. He’d been the one that taught her almost everything she knew about them, after all.
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley smiled at the other girl’s reaction to the coffee. She always appreciated a true coffee lover. She didn’t truly believe that coffee could fix all of the world’s problems, but the hot beverage had never let her down before. Not like people could. As a trained medic she knew the risks of caffeine, but the cost was definitely worth the reward. And besides, quitting caffeine would be too much of a pain. [break][break] Haley shook her head at the girl’s question. ”Nah. I used to be but that was a long time ago, and in a different country. Now a days I stick to the ward. At least then I don’t have to see some of the idiots making plans and know they’ll be hurt before they even carry out any actions.” Her words were light hearted, despite the sarcasm dripping off of them. Sometimes the ability of certain hunters to get themselves hurt amazed her, but she didn’t really think less of them. To her all TRS members were bound together with a tie similar to family, even if the organisation was far too large to ever know all of them. Everyone fought for a common cause, and as long as they were willing to contribute even though they didn’t have to she would still like them no matter what their personality may be. [break][break] She took a sip of the warm beverage in front of her before continuing on. ”I’m Haley, by the way.”
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