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.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
Yours Truely,
The Staff
season
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!
Narrowly, Nyla managed to rouse herself from her slumber during the early hours of the morning; her alarm clock having been her solace in the instance. Upon awakening, the fox shifter managed to dress herself accordingly in her TRS uniform that possessed minor altercations for the sake of her bushy tail. Minutes were spent gazing in the mirror, adjusting the various features of the coat. Once pleased with the appearance of her coat, the female hunter tied her hair back into a simple ponytail with some red ribbon. Her daggers were shortly added, being adjusted until the young woman was satisfied with their locations; caution was required in case a terror bothered her walk. After making a quick few slices of toast and hastily devouring the delicious breakfast, she left home in order to travel towards the TRS training center.
The gymnasium at the TRS headquarters always seemed to possess the correct materials for her solo training unlike the small house that belonged to her uncle and aunt; they were probably unaware of the definition of exercise. The routine began with the usual walk in the brisk morning weather, a red backpack from her school years accompanying her. Slush and puddles covered the streets and sidewalks due to the steady arrival of spring. The air itself had grown warmer, making the walk comfortable enough without her temperature regulating bracelet or a heavy jacket. A single interruption arrived with her walk in order to purchase a large coffee at a cafe that she enjoyed immensely. The remainder was spent in a wondrous comfort as the warmth radiated from her cup, tickling her slender fingers. Upon arrival at the headquarters, a soft smile touched Nyla's lips as she began to walk around the headquarters itself and towards the training building.
Light poured from the windows in the darkness, guiding the young shifter towards the training center. There was a sense of nostalgia as drew closer to the building. Thoughts of days spent in class and being taught by her wonderful mentor caused the smile to broaden. As the distance between herself and building was closed, the fox shifter's ears began to subtly twitch in search of sound. From what Nyla was capable of hearing, there were few occupants inside the building and were probable to merely be cleaning staff based on presumption. Carefully, the blonde pushed open the entrance doors, only pausing a moment to allow her turquoise eyes to adjust to the different lighting. The hallways were navigated quickly, Nyla providing a greeting towards those she was familiar with. When she finally reached the gymnasium doors, the smile broadened a hint more as her fair coloured hand pushed open the door.
Upon entry, her eyes scrutinized the location to make certain that there were no early morning apprenticing classes. What she found was pleasing considering the gymnasium was empty, the various students had probably retired to their dorms many hours before her arrival. The female shifter entered, walking towards the bleachers to set her backpack down, her coffee joining the bag after a the hunter took a sip. Warm, bitter liquid covered her tongue and trailed down her throat, the caffeine assisting in waking her body. The habit was unhealthy, but Nyla already found coffee to be an addictive morning beverage on days when she was required to awaken early. A few moments were taken to remove her TRS coat, draping the article of clothing over the red backpack. Beneath she wore a simple black tank top that she oftentimes wore during training.
A brief moment was taken to perform some quick stretches for her arms, shoulder, and legs before heading towards the equipment room. The door was slowly open, the fox shifter's hand quick to flick the light switch for the room, almost as though it had transformed into nature. Various shelves that stored training weaponry, targets and some smaller pieces of exercise equipment lined a majority of the walls. Larger pieces of equipment occupied space on the floor, creating a disorganized maze due to the apprentices hastily cleaning the gym for the next class. A sigh escaped the blonde's lips as she weaved easily through the mild mess to fetch a wooden target board with various slits on the flat surface and several red circles. The target board was old, threatening to give anybody who touched it a nasty splinter should they not maintain caution. Nyla was hasty the grab it, the target board's weight not being a problem for the fit young shifter.
With a few strides from her long legs, she excited the equipment room with the target board. She carried it to the furthest corner in order to be courteous to anybody else who desired to use the gymnasium during the morning hours. Once she occupied her favored corner, the fox shifter began working on setting up the oak wood target board with plans to practice her knife throwing. From years of practice, her aim had grown incredibly sharp, but practice remained necessary nonetheless.
✉ OPEN! ✎ 538 words ※ Another thread re-make to use some of my old openers that never received proper use!
Turquoise eyes curiously searched the inside of Zephyr's laboratory, or at least, the portion she could view from the threshold. It appeared the dark-haired man cleaned since her last arrival to the doorstep, although, it was essentially an altered version of the original mess. Containers of food and energy drink cans were replaced with crates and canisters. The huntress tilted her head to the side curiously as she gazed into what she could see of the room. An explanation was given in regards to the St. Bernard who hid inside the crate.
Once the canine was explained, Nyla's eyes shifted back to Zephyr. A smile remained on her face as she listened to the jobs her fellow shifter was accomplishing on this day. Improvements to rationing was the inventor's task today, something which surprised Nyla. Most people assured they could procure more food, however, it seemed Zephyr was improving the situation, probably for longer endeavours. The blonde nodded at Zephyr's words, giving him acknowledgement as he explained. It was definitely an interesting task.
"That's awesome! I think that is a good choice though, I don't think people like clay," the fox shifter giggled.
The door fully opened, revealing the sheer volume of the clutter inside Zephyr's lab. Eyes began widening as she realized the mess inside the laboratory, a soft woah escaping her lips. Slowly, the blonde entered, eyes gazing over the horde of crates and canisters.
The circumstance left Nyla fuming because of the manner Xander decided a girl's breast size should dictate whether or not he ventured over there to speak with them. These were meagre implications, however, as somebody who valued personality traits, the blonde despised the notion of her well-endowed chest manifesting the entire objective to speak and associate with her. While the fox shifter appreciated the attractive physique she received from her parent's biological history, it managed to occasionally bother.
Readily, Nyla turned away, prepared to leave the purple-haired man who managed to obliterate a possible friendship with his lusty actions. Naturally, the huntress' sensitive ears detected the man's remarks, however, the blonde proceeded down the sidewalk, refusing to believe his compliments. Stubbornly, the turquoise-eyed woman allowed her impressions over the actions her acquaintance to reign supreme. Each step carried her further from him, the quickness of her long legs allowing Nyla to retreat from the bar.
While the shifter was pleased with capturing the pickpocket, she found herself displeased with the man she assisted. Words failed to describe her disdain over the requirement to immediately converse with the police officer to receive a fling! The blonde was under the assumption he merely cared about the libidinous portions of a relationship opposed to anything romantic or friendly! Perhaps he desired to persuade her into drinking in order to cloud her judgement and persuade her into something she never wished to accomplish.
With the additional haste captured in her steps, Nyla managed to return home quickly. Her arrive heralded the finishing of chores as she mentally complained about Xander's decision to attempt a meaningless fling with a woman he just met! The drama swirled in the blonde's head, however, she remained hushed as she went about her chores without complaint about the work.
There were no regrets in Nyla's mind about the actions she took as vengeance for the assumed lustful behaviours Xander displayed in response to the police officer's fitting uniform. While flirting for the hearts of others was a natural response to pleasant physical appearances, the blonde viewed the hasty manner displayed was for nothing but a meaningless fling. Thus, the fox shifter enjoyed her retreat from the bar, allowing the autumn's air to embrace her face, cooling her after a day spent helping somebody.
Footsteps reached Nyla's sensitive ears, the pair of blonde-coloured fox ears twitching from the noises. The woman turquoise eyes narrowed as she proceeded to walk, refusing to cease her steps. The blonde failed to realize Xander's intentions with his flirting, therefore, she ignored him when he called her name. Actions potentially related to merely wanting a one night stand always bothered the blonde to points where she struggled to realize Xander's true intentions. Oddly, it reminded Nyla of some of the previous boyfriends she had for a brief time.
Initially, they acted pleasantly, but ultimately, they merely lusted over her curvy appearance. Perhaps that motivated her actions, the blonde still walking as Xander caught up. When he inquired about the gawking, the shifter gave a quick nod in response, unwilling to speak. Gradually, she moved down the sidewalk, stomping to glare when the purple-haired man assumed she was jealous!
"I am not! Do you really think you're just this woman magnet or something?! If you're just looking for a fling, go find another pretty girl! I'm not interested!" Nyla shouted. "And you can keep what that pickpocket took! I paid for my drink and I'm not getting drunk with you when you seem so keen on gawking."
The blonde kept her words censored, her duties as an older sister and role-model for Ines providing her with that capability. She proceeded to stomp off, only stopping again when Xander inquired about what he did wrong.
"You decided breasts were so important that in milliseconds you decided you just needed to go try and sleep with someone! Simple!" Nyla shouted an explanation.
The blonde turned a heel, heading back down the sidewalk without hesitation. She wished to return home and perhaps spend some quality time with her dearest Ines. Undoubtedly, enjoying her sister's company would bring some cheer into her day. With crossed arms, the TRS hunter proceeded down her path, determined to finally leave.
Years of affiliation with the Terror Response Syndicate as a hunter worked Nyla’s muscles hard and resulted in her becoming surprisingly strong despite her feminine body. Regularly, the young, blonde woman was required to exercise and train her body, thus pinning somebody against the floorboards. The man's struggles were subdued because of their combined weight pinning him to the ground. Based on assumption, Nyla was under the belief the criminal lacked enhanced strength, therefore allowing the shifter and her companion to successfully keep him down.
The weight was maintained, Nyla only adjusting to allow the criminal to breath, however, not ample room to struggle. The blonde smiled broadly when Xander thanked her, promptly followed by a nod of acknowledgement. For the time being, the turquoise-eyed shifter wanted to assure she placed the proper weight upon the vagrant. While the man committed his share of crimes, Nyla would allow him space to properly breathe. Her ears twitched when Xander spoke again, the blonde's gaze returning to him as he stated thanks on her assistance.
"It's not a problem," she spoke cheerfully, smile broadening. "Somebody had help, so I stepped in."
Together, the pair kept the lawbreaker from leaving the ground, the pin effectively keeping him still until the bar doors opened and the police were revealed. A trio of officers had arrived to apprehend the vagrant, two men and one woman, who were all dressed in uniform. The male law enforcers arrived to grab the culprit, Nyla allowing them to grab the thief. Before she could exchange words with Xander, the shifter watched him move. A brow raised as the purple-haired man approached the door, walking towards the female police officer and offering her a drink.
The shifter's eyes narrowed sharply as she realized the game Xander seemed keen on playing. There ravishing police officer had captured his attention, suggesting the purple-haired man was an appearance-focused pig! Without hesitation, Nyla turned briskly and approached the bartender.
"Can I get that coke in a bottle, please?" Nyla asked, tone serious, subtle hints of frustration.
The bartender gave her a nod, granting her a bottle of coke. Afterwards, the shifter grabbed her wallet, placing a five dollar bill on the counter; plenty more than what the drink was worth.
"Keep the change," she said, turning on her heel.
She headed towards the door, hands unscrewing the cap as she approached the front door where Xander was speaking to the police officer. Abruptly, Nyla "accidentally" tripped, coke spilling from the top of the bottle and towards the purple-haired man. A smirk crossed her lips, the rudeness the blonde attempted to keep under control fully released.
"Oh, sorry. I must have been so surprised by you gawking at another woman's breasts, I tripped! Whoopsies!" The blonde stated loud enough for the bar occupants to hear. "With how quickly you came over here, you must hope you're gonna get a score. Anyways, gotta go! Bye!"
Without a second thought, Nyla confidently walked out of the bar with her drink. Admittedly, she had tipped the bartender for being polite and furthermore, because of the small, soda-based mess left on his floor. If Xander was keen on displaying those behaviours and perhaps holding those similar opinions to her, Nyla was "required" to get a little revenge.
Excitement pumped heavily through Nyla's veins as she stood outside the door, waiting for the inventor who captured her interest to open the threshold. Successfully inviting Zephyr out was the blonde's goal, thus she went through her words several times over, praying she would complete the objective. Happily, the female shifter bounced on the balls of her feet, excitement increasing with every precious second. Hopefully, her clothing choice was pleasant, something which would attract the dark-haired man's eyes.
Ears twitched when Nyla heard somebody grab the doorknob. A broad, toothy grin was prepared for when the threshold was finally opened and Zephyr Wolfe, the TRS inventor, revealed. A single requirement remained on Nyla's mind, to give Zephyr the verbal invitation after some words were exchanged. Time had passed since the hunter last conversed with the black-haired man, inspiring the necessity to talk with the man. The objective seemed easy for the friendly, sociable blonde, thus she confidently stood in the man's gaze, prepared to engage.
"Hello," Nyla greeted happily after listening to Zephyr's inquiry. "Well, I am not really here because I need something. I just thought it has been a while, ya know? So I figured we could maybe talk for a bit."
The proposal for conversation was provided, the initial step for Nyla's plans to invite Zephyr out sometime. Alterations could be created, but for the time being, the blonde focused on her first objective. The hunter glanced behind Zephyr, noticing a St. Bernard in the room.
"Oh! I didn't know you had a dog," Nyla casually mentioned. "What's its name?"
The observation was mentioned with the intention of manifesting a conversation between herself and Zephyr. From her position, the dog seemed adorable, prompting a small smile. She wished to run her fingers through the soft-looking fur, however, Nyla knew refused to budge from her current position; she wanted permission to pet the St. Bernard, especially since some dogs could be dangerous. It seemed unlikely this dog was, but Nyla held herself by the example she wished to demonstrate to her little sister, which included not petting dogs she was not familiar with.
The police would arrive, meaning the situation would be resolved shortly and Nyla could be pleased knowing her younger sister would be safer. Therefore, fixation was placed on assuring the criminal would not escape this encounter. The bartender was handled and understood the significance of their actions to conduct a "citizen's arrest" of sorts. Unfortunately, the criminal was discontented with the circumstances and thus was determined to struggle, desperately trying to escape the individuals trying to get him arrested.
Her steely determination had fueled each step and was currently paying off, evidence being displayed in the form of their captured criminal. There was pressure required to keep the criminal down, the purple-haired man requesting assistance in keeping the man pinned to the bar's floor. Shortly, Nyla's attention returned to her companion, her steps carrying her closer to the pinned man. Through her veins still flowed the intense determination, the blonde refusing to allow the law-breaking vagrant to escape prosecution.
"Sure, I can help with that," Nyla stated as she moved closer. "As for the time, they said about 10 minutes. Police patrol enough to."
Before Nyla could assist, the man began squirming harder, probably praying to escape Xander's grip before he had two people pinning him against the bar's floorboards. The criminal managed only briefly as the purple-haired man managed to pin him down again. When he was returned to the floor, Nyla knelt, applying pressure between the man's shoulders in hopes of keeping the criminal down. The mention of a long wait brought a sigh to breeze through the blonde's lips.
"Depends on traffic. We have the fella restrained for now at least," Nyla responded. "Besides, he will run out of energy. There are two of us and one of him."
There was nothing which could result in Nyla allowing the criminal to escape from their grasp. The thief would receive judgement for the crimes he committed, something which the vagrant deserved for his sins.
As a protective older sister, Nyla's responsibilities consisted of keeping her younger sister, Ines, safe. Squarely on the fox shifter's shoulders was the hefty task of keeping the streets of Lorsette safe so her precious baby sister could freely wander around without issue. Thus, the blonde had joined the Terror Response Syndicate and furthermore assisted in tracking down and capturing a criminal who could potential hurt her precious little Ines. Somebody needed to assure the youngest child of the Korvich family would be safe.
It motivated her decisions at each turn, Ines being a significant piece of Nyla's life. Through all the darkness, the blonde could always discover something wonderful shining in her little sister's eyes. Together, they survived the unfortunate demise of their parents alongside the move to Lorsette. When they arrived, Nyla stood up, becoming the parent for Ines because of their neglectful aunt and uncle. Dutifully, Nyla made a decision, thoroughly aware that the choice could potentially benefit Ines and the unfortunate gentleman pinned to the ground.
When Xander requested her to call the police, the blonde gave him a simple nod. Smoothly, her slender hand plunged into her sweater's pocket, revealing her cellphone with a pleasant fox phone cover. Before the TRS hunter could dial the numbers of the Lorsette Police Headquarters, the bartender had arrived. His stern expression as he evaluated her was understandable, however, after her explanation, she reached for her wallet. A single card was grabbed and shown to the bartender.
"I'm a TRS hunter, I have no reason to lie about what this man did. I do not believe he is an Assembly member, however, the police should take him into custody. Who knows how many wallets he has stolen?" Nyla explained.
The bartender leaned in, viewing her Terror Response Syndicate Identification Card. Afterwards, he straightened his back and allowed a sigh to escape his lips.
"Listen, just don't go around stirring the crowd here. You should have called the police in the first place, understand?" The bartender stated.
Instead of arguing her case, the fox shifter gave the man a polite nod, however, she justified her reasoning for pursuing the criminal in her mind. If she refused to track the felon down, he could have escaped, never to be seen again. Alas, the bartender was clearly displeased by the ruckus, perhaps because they proved to not be paying customers, at least, until Xander spoke. The fox shifter glanced behind her, surprised by the order accompanied by offering her a drink. The blonde hesitated, never having drunk much alcohol because of her family situation.
The bartender's eyes were trained on her, Nyla's turquoise ones detecting a calmer nature because of their "desire" for drinks. A small smile traced her lips, a decision being made.
"I will just have a coke if that's okay," Nyla responded in a calm voice.
With the orders given, the bartender nodded and returned to his position in the bar, eyes watching the pair for when he could prepare their drinks. Once away from the explanation-demanding stare of the bartender, Nyla slipped her wallet into her sweater before dialling the numbers of the Lorsette Police Station. Calmly, the situation was explained, followed by the address to their current location. When finished the phone was returned to her pocket, the operator assuring they would have police there shortly.
✉ @metal ✎ 559 words ※ notes here, please keep it short.
In human form, Nyla lacked the enhancements she would regularly receive when accomplishing physical activity, however, throughout high school she participated in many sports. Among those were hockey, lacrosse, baseball and soccer, a majority involving plenty of running for the young blonde to participate in. From there, her exercise regiment accompanied by her chosen occupation as a TRS hunter warranted her a well-toned machine of a body capable of displaying the capabilities which arrived with basic fitness.
Together, Nyla worked alongside Xander to finally get the older man wrestled to the ground. An elbow jab resulted in the balance being lost, then the additional weight applied by her purple-haired ally resulted in the thief toppling onto the dark floorboards of the establishment. Once the man was apprehended because of their efforts, the female shifter's body eased slightly, a slow breath leaving her lips. She ceased movement, briefly glancing behind her to assure Xander had a proper hold on the criminal they captured.
Afterwards, the blonde shifter slowly walked back to where the older man was pinned against the floor. Her sensitive ears listened to the assertive tone used by Xander to discover where he could retrieve his stolen money. The method of applying more pressure appeared to make the thief cooperate and provide a location. The money was promptly retrieved, Nyla unable to know that Xander received an extra prize from gathering his cash. Attention was turned to her with inquiries on what they should do with the thief.
The first inquiry quickly received a head shake before Nyla spoke. "We should call the police. The guy stole from you, so he should have to deal with the consequences."
The sounds of approaching footsteps arrived as the bartender drew closer, a stern expression on his face. He noticed the abrupt kerfluffle in his bar and likely desired answered. His bright blue eyes were guarded, flitting between Nyla and Xander before he crossed his arms.
"Care to explain why one of my customers is on the floor?" He inquired in a hardened tone, strong and fearless.
Promptly, the shifter turned towards him, maintaining calmness as she prepared to speak, however, her ears were pricked and attentive. These situations always brought forth Nyla's cautious side.
"This man-" she began, gesturing to the pinned man, "stole from my friend. We decided to try and follow him since we didn't want to lose him. So we thought we could do a citizens arrest you could call it. He tried to attack Xander, so letting him get away could have put other people in danger."
The explanation was simple, the blonde hoping it would suffice the large, barkeeper. She held hardly the authority to arrest somebody, however, her TRS identification card was carried in her wallet. If required, Nyla knew she could display that she was a hunter and therefore capable of safely arresting another individual. She doubted anybody would argue that it was limited to potential Assembly of Phantoms members, thus there was a work around if she required it. The bartender's eyes glanced over her, keen and searching for reasons to revoke more trust.
Blood pumped through Nyla's veins, excitement roaming through her as she peeled away the covers and escaped the comfortable embrace of her bed. Today, the blonde was determined to converse with her current curiosity, Zephyr Wolfe, the TRS inventor and the man who had assisted with her weaponry. The female shifter was determined to interact with the mysterious, dark-haired man again. She decided the time arrived to interact with the man again, especially considering how much she enjoyed their previous conversation.
Hastily, the young blonde began sorting through her closet, picking a pair of skinny jeans, a long white-sleeved shirt and a simple red hoodie. Without hesitation, Nyla changed from her sleeping attire into the chosen outfit for the autumn morning. With long-legged strides, she exited her room, heading into the bedroom to brush her hair, pulling back the semi-long locks into a simple ponytail kept together by a beautiful, red ribbon. Once satisfied, a spritz of special, milder perfume designed specifically for shifters was sprayed on her chest.
The perfume itself was a flowery scent, something which Nyla rarely wore, however, there were moments where requirement called for subtle changes. Briefly, the fox shifter stared at herself in the mirror before grabbing a cloth and washing her face. Once prepared, Nyla hung the cloth up and exited the washroom, returning to her bedroom. There, Nyla's slender fingers plucked her phone and wallet from her bedside table. The items were shoved into the depths of her pocket, safely tucked away for while she journeyed to the TRS headquarters.
Fortunately, the blonde had the day off, hopefully allowing her to enter the building and potentially talk to Zephyr. An excuse was already created, something related to Zephyr possibly doing a glance over of her weapons to assure everything was operational, specifically the magical components. Alas, the blonde would only inform the nosy individuals of those intentions since she planned on informing the inventor she merely wished to spend time with him. And should he be busy? Well, Nyla would smoothly suggest possibly meeting after he was finished work for some sort of date hangout.
Everything was planned, leaving the fox shifter to pray Murphy's Law would not demonstrate itself on this beautiful, autumn day. The young blonde hurried towards the front door, promptly opening it and closing it behind her before weaving down the sidewalks with hopes she could manage a positive conversation with the man she wished to. There were no promises on what the future held, however, she was required to take the steps in an attempt to reach the desired outcome. Faster her steps became, the woman's runners hitting the pavement in a quick, rhythmic motion.
Eagerness filled her being as her long legs carried her closer to the Terror Response Syndicate headquarters and through the glass doors of the front office. Nobody verbally questioned the huntress' arrival since few people were aware she was never supposed to enter those doors on this autumn day. Down the corridors she ventured, ducking past people with the assistance of her enhanced hearing and smoothly arriving on the doorstep to Zephyr's lab. A confident smile traced her pink lips, the shifter standing tall as she provided herself with a mental pep talk.
Everything would be alright, she would successfully converse with Zephyr then perhaps invite him to walk through the Calico Forest to view the scenery. While everything was preparing for winter, bunches of leaves still clung to the branches and furthermore, the tourism had slowed significantly since the height of the colour-changing season. Thus, it became the most opportune time for a simple, relaxing stroll. A deep breath was dragged into the depths of Nyla's lungs and exhaled slowly before she brought her closed hand up and softly knocked on the door.
Now the only obstacles which stood between her and the objective was patiently waiting for Zephyr to answer the door and smoothly flowing through a conversation with him.
A soft grin briefly touched the blond shifter's lips because of compliment. For somebody who worked as a TRS hunter, Nyla appreciated hearing her bravery could manage to surprise somebody. As an individual hired to defend others, the blond was happy about the compliment, however, the smile was required to fade. Sternness conquered the blond huntress' face as she opened the door, prepared to handle the dangers inside the outskirts bar. Beyond the old, wooden was an unknown scene, but nonetheless, the shifter opened the door and entered with a confident stride.
Consistently, Nyla's eyes swept through the bar, analyzing the occupants and searching for the individual who attacked Xander earlier. There was potential the mysterious man was around here, the crux of the matter being where amidst these patrons would a petty thief decide to hide. The shifter's turquoise eyes narrowed slightly, gazing over the scene, observant optics determined to detect the mysterious individual. Where there was confidence, caution still lingered in each step, Nyla sparing a glance at each patron while paying the bartender no mind.
The pair split from one another, the objective was to cover the entire bar in hopes of discovering the thief. Ears were pricked as Nyla walked around the establishment, her confident steps being forced into a casual stroll around, eyes searching as though looking for a suitable table. She wished to avoid disturbing the bar patrons if possible, however, some customers were glancing over gawk at her curvy figure. The stares annoyed her, but the fox shifter remained silent and instead focused on the goal.
Clatter arrived suddenly, Nyla's pricked ear twitching as she turned in the direction. Tables and chairs were slammed into, the fox shifter's turquoise eyes spying Xander alongside the thief who appeared to be attempting escape. When the shout first began, the huntress began heading in that direction before sprinting full speed when her name was called. The scuffle proceeded, each step carrying the combat-experienced TRS hunter closer to the pair. As the man accessed his strength and Xander shouted for backup, Nyla arrived at full.
No words escaped her lips as she followed the man, her athletic, long legs carrying the young woman over the floorboards and behind the perpetrator who was weighed down slightly by Xander. She followed smoothly, pushing her running to match pace beside the man. Abruptly, she adjusted the positioning of her arms, bringing her closest elbow speeding into the man's side in hopes he would trip and fall.
✉ @metal ✎ 416 words ※ notes here, please keep it short.
There were a variety of scents captured in the outskirts as Nyla sniffed the air. Familiar scents of terrors, each a stale smell, but nonetheless existent because of their higher concentration in the area. There was a mixture of other scents, some having tinges of alcohol and cigarettes while others possessed one similar to other species. It was an interesting mingling of life, yet, lack thereof. There were places in Lorsette where the signs of life touched a majority of her senses.
Sight, sound and smell were affected whenever she was in a populated location, such as the downtown area where people flocked oftentimes. The cone-shaped fox ears remained pricked, subtly twitching as they swivelled, searching for noises in hopes of discovering the thief. Somewhere inside the large stretch of buildings was a thief, but even with the individual's sense, it would be difficult to find him. She had thoroughly sniffed the purple-haired man's wallet, however, there were two significant scents evident on the item.
It left her uncertain, but she refused to allow those emotions to breach her expression. Confidence was maintained, Nyla determined to assist for as long as possible. When the man reciprocated the introduction, the shifter provided a friendly, broad smile. The formalness of Xander's introduction was pleasant, something which she rarely heard.
"Nice to meet you too, Xander," she explained happily. "I just wish it wasn't because of this, ya know?"
The TRS hunter genuinely wished the circumstances were better, however, horrible things happened and people lacked a choice over how they meet someone. Together, the pair proceeded down the sidewalk, searching for the thief. Constantly, Nyla's turquoise eyes flitted around the area, her ears searching and nose sniffing the various scents in the area. The distinct one from the wallet was evident, however, subtle because the trail was left from a passing moment. She was no bloodhound, thus she was praying she could potentially have the ability to track them down.
When the bar was pointed out, Nyla's eyes locked on the location, fixating on the small bar. A soft hmm escaped the shifter's lips as she stared at the bar. She gently sniffed the area, her enhanced smell managing to notice similar scents, strong near the door. She gave a confident nod.
"Let's check it out, the scent is strong near the door. If we go inside, we have a chance to look around," Nyla responded. "They could be in there, and I reckon they might be. We just have to make sure. Besides, we could always ask the bartender if things aren't too sketchy."
A smile stretched across Nyla's lips as she gleefully pushed open the door. The door creaked from being opened, the old, paint-chipped door clearly having seen better days. The interior of the bar possessed a similar style, old and perhaps requiring some proper handiwork when the funds or time permitted. There were a few occupants inside the bar, sitting at their respective tables with only a few glancing because of the door's creak. Behind a wooden counter was a bartender, a burly man with thick beard and mustache who appeared to be placing some perhaps freshly gathered bottles in the fridges upfront.
The bartender provided them with a simple glance before returning his gaze to the current task. Slowly, Nyla stepped inside, her eyes gazing around the room at the various adornments. Some men and women were playing darts while enjoying their drinks, however, a majority remained stationed at the few tables inside the bar. As they entered, Nyla's eyes glanced over the expressions of everyone inside, wondering if Xander's presence would make the thief display surprise or do something reckless.
Determination filled Nyla's veins as she confidently prepared to search for the nasty criminal. The shifter was not afraid, her hunter background giving her capability in fighting should it prove neccessary. Relaxation was forgotten in favour of being helpful to the purple-haired stranger. There was nothing unusual about Nyla's behaviour, she joined the Terror Response Syndicate with plans to improve her and Ines' home. Anybody who learned about the adorable, young girl would hastily learn how much Nyla loved her baby sister.
As the eldest sibling, the fox shifter's duties consisted of protecting Ines and assuring she would never be harmed. Thus, Nyla discovered necessity in catching people who decided to commit crimes against innocent people. She could not allow these people to accomplish these amoral actions against her sister. The cheeriness remained as Nyla's wide, turquoise eyes searched the immediate area in a quick sweep. A soft smile embraced her mouth as her gaze returned to the stranger, clearly pleased that she assisted in improving the mood.
"Well, I am sure hoping we can. Who knows what else he will do if he's free," Nyla stated with a grin.
When handed the wallet, Nyla brought it close to her nose, sniffling the leathery fabric, hints of cologne accompanied by traces of something else... A mixture of alcohol and cigarette smoke intertwined with a scent unique to the individual she was searching for. A soft hmm escaped her closed lips as she handed the wallet back and sniffed the air.
"It's faint, but I have something. If we don't find anyone here, we should head to a bar. Smells like beer and smoke," Nyla explained quietly.
Those slight hints which stuck out from the leather was exactly what Nyla was searching for. An abnormality amidst the many scents was exactly what Nyla had been searching for, however, being forthright with her findings would allow Xander to mention if those were normal. Slowly, the blonde stepped forward, sniffing the air for the peculiar scents on a wallet mostly scented with cologne and her companion's natural scent. The shifter's turquoise eyes gazed down alleyways, searching for a similar build to the individual who robbed the stranger.
As the blonde walked, she paused for a moment before looking over her shoulder. She never asked for the purple-haired man's name...
"Hey... What is your name anyways?" She asked with a smile. "Mine is Nyla."
After asking, her brief glance in his direction flitted to the area around them. Gradually, they were entering the outskirts of Lorsette, which was notorious for being a dangerous neighbourhood at times. Criminals and terrors easily hid in these streets, thus Nyla remained on alert as she sniffed the air, her sensitive nose catching slight traces of the scent from the wallet. It confirmed one thing for the blonde, the criminal entered the outskirts to escape.
Shifters were, in Nyla's opinion, excellent trackers because of their inhuman senses. The animalistic side of her species possessed senses similar to animals, allowing them to rival their fellow man. Other creatures held similar traits, however, the blonde was a firm believer that her species was capable of plenty. A portion of her ability was derived from foxes, her fox-like ears making it obvious to anybody doing a once-over. Her sharp ears remained pricked as she headed in the direction of the outskirts.
Idly, her tail swayed while her turquise eyes performed routine searches of the area, assuring nothing was planning on attacking her and the purple-haired man accompanying her. These were natural actions for Nyla after years of being a member of the Terror Response Syndicate. She was a hunter, prepared to handle herself in these types of situations where somebody could potentially ambush them. The blonde could fight if required of her, or defeat a terror which crossed their path because of capability in combat against them.
She considered it her job to help others, her younger sister was growing up and Lorsette after all! Having criminals roaming the streets and randomly harming people meant Ines would be in danger should she decide to wander around alone! When the stranger spoke about his wallet missing, Nyla glanced back at him.
"That must have been why he did that, he wanted your wallet," Nyla stated, putting the pieces together with a certain cheeriness to her tone. "But we will find him!"
It appeared probable the criminal was a pick-pocket, snatching the man's wallet with swiftness and without making him aware, which meant without there would be no cash on the purple-haired stranger. As their journey continued, the once busy streets were abandoned for the quieter ones featured in the outskirts. Their march continue, a black square-shaped object being spotted in the street moments later. The purple-haired passed her when he jogged up, however, Nyla hastily quickened her pace and followed him towards the item, which was a wallet.
Carefully, she watched as the stranger flipped through his wallet, discovering a lack of money. Frustration was demonstrated through tone and the man's eyes while the shifter pondered. Briefly, her turquoise eyes surveyed the area, failing to find the individual responsible. The mention of having something up her sleeve prompted the edges of Nyla's lips to curl into a broad grin.
"Let me see the wallet, maybe I can get a scent. Shifters have a good sense of smell and if those police dogs can do it, I bet I can," Nyla suggested, albeit, in a decisive tone.
Hope still existed, especially if the criminal left traces of their scent on the stranger's wallet. Even a slight hint on where the mysterious individual escaped to would be welcomed. Thus, Nyla hoped the purple-haired man trusted her enough to allow her to attempt to catch a scent. In Nyla's opinion, the dark-haired stranger had little left to lose considering the situation.
Do not use drama to get attention in the chat. Nobody appreciates it.
2
No advertising, we have a perfectly fine board for that.
3
Please try and keep swearing to a minimum in the chat.
4
All chat usernames should be PG-13 and not break the ProBoards ToS or site rules.
5
A Chatango account is not required, but it is encouraged.
6
Please avoid spamming the chat; accidents are understandable.
7
You may use the in-character chat prior to acceptance.
8
Be respectful to anybody who enters the chat, including guest, fellow members and staff.
9
Guests may speak in chat at anytime to ask questions or get a taste of our community~!
resource sites
affiliates
credits
The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.
