Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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You will never forget those haunting memories trapped in an abusive household. The scars of your inner demons will always remain, but you pray to recover each day. There are times you wish you could escape the suffocating grasp of the past, but you want to keep your positive thoughts battling those traumatic memories. If only you could forget the painful, unfair nature of life.
Everybody informs you that you will be alright, saying it being easier than facing the bitter reality. It's all you can say to briefly escape those frightful thoughts. Everything will be okay, she is locked up tight in a different province, but the fears still linger. You feel alone at times when those thoughts arrive and you fear to be a burden on others. Thus, you repeat it, unable to stop this infinite loop.
Those times before she abused you were magnificent. You lived in a loving family, albeit, divided. Everything felt normal, however, nowadays you feel rejected, upset and fearful. The missing elements of life elude you, especially the notions of romance. You feel like you are is drowned in the ideals set by your mother despite how cruel her opinions are. There is something broken, the element is your inability to accept yourself and that you deserve good things to happen at times.
Fortune came your way on one lonely night. Through the painful wounds kept in memory by pale scars, you survived through the hellish environment you were submitted to. You survived your circumstances, standing up and taking those first crucial steps for the key. You refused to remain trapped, thus, in your darkest moments, you lunged at the opportunity and requested assistance. You feared the future which would arrive should you remain chained to the scariest location. You have escaped, promised safety, and finally, you can release some of those fears you hold. Alas, the fight will never be over and eventually, you must conquer all your fears.
That man, he always promised he would help you and displayed a special type of care. There are moments you fall, but no longer is it just your father who provides a friendly hand to help you to your feet. Instead, there is another familiar face who speaks kind words, an occasional flirtatious mark. He looks after you and you wish to reciprocate those benevolent actions because you know somewhere, you return those special emotions.
Through everything, he sees you, always happily supporting you and making you feel special. There are times where you wish you could tell him everything, open up entirety about the horrible things which happened to you. He would comfort you, and you are aware of that. He knows of those scars she created, although, you wish to never provide the grim details of the abuse which tormented your life for years. You are scared of your past, which you believe is pathetic since those are mere memories, yet, there are plenty who fear history. When you see yourself as pathetic and flawed, despite those scars, he calls you beautiful and tells you how perfect you are. How can he see you so differently?
That man, he always lends you a shoulder whenever your greatest fears attempt to talk to you. Freedom of speech exists between both of you, a certain comfort manifesting. His valuable time is used on assuring the burdens weighted on your shoulders are lifted. There is something special about his voice, pleasant, welcoming and calming to your anxious nerves. He does not judge you, instead, he smiles, provides insight, comfort or whatever you may require at the moment. You appreciate him and everything he does, words cannot express how often you two talk and release those bottled up emotions from difficult days or horrifying nightmares.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Medical staff had long abandoned the hallways in favour of treating the citizens inside their assigned rooms, meanwhile, anybody merely seeking shelter from the brutal winds were safely stowed away in the training center's gymnasium. Guardless and wandering through mostly empty hallways after his apprentice mentioned being followed was beyond a stupid decision. Regrets flooded through Malakai's mind, the bespectacled man chiding himself for displaying his timidness in a crucial moment. Alas, social interaction conquered necessity and manifested a stupid decision. While they proceeded down the hallways, anxious and self-critical throughout the weaving. Meagre comfort was provided with the notion of the medical ward still having many people. Nobody would strike in this crowded location, right? The dark-haired man fed the belief, although, hesitance still marked his steps as endless worries fluttered through his mind. Pacifying concerns was never an easy task for Malakai, especially when fretting over his own decisions. A soft sigh escaped Malakai's lips as they continued down the hallway.
Casually, the bespectacled man glanced over his shoulder to check on his apprentice, however, his eyes promptly widened as he realized the gravity of his decision. There, somebody stood, closing in on his motionless apprentice, farther than expected. The danger was emanate, cards revealed in a single move, the bespectacled man believing he discovered the individual Jamie mentioned.
Hastily, Malakai's hand darted into the depths of his coat, fingers touching the smooth, hardcover spine of his tome. Steps drove him closer as his fingers wrapped around the back of his tome. Without even fully revealing the magical book, words escaped the fully-fledged field medic's lips, quickly pronounced as commands were made. Negative emotions were abandoned, the bashful man's on-field nature displaying itself in these dire moments. The shift was sudden, not promoted by anybody pulling a string, but rather, the necessities of duty.
"Wind, push back the enemy, exclude Jamie!" Commands were provided in Latin by Malakai to the surrounding air.
Mere words commanded the wind in the hallway to rush forward, avoiding Jamie and heading straight towards the individual Malakai considered an enemy. The words made the air move in a manner designed to push rather than tear into flesh. The powerful shot of air would force the man back unless he discovered a method to defend himself. The book was tugged out of his coat as the bespectacled medic rushed forward, softly grabbing Jamie's arm. A subtle glow transcended over the book's design to display the magic coursing through the tome. The faint blue glow remained for seconds before fading, tome waiting for further use from the warlock. Worry was obvious on his expression as he closed in, his duty to protect others coaxing courage. Despite his regularly timid personality, Malakai refused to allow others to get injured if there was something he could do to counter the situation. There was only one individual who would frighten him down to his core; the person who tormented him when he lived in New Brunswick.
"Jamie?! Are you okay?!" He questioned, somewhat panicked.
Quickly, the field medic glanced around, noticing the sudden ruckus had caught the attention of other medics in the area. Some were already speaking into radios about the situation in the medical ward, which was a relief to Malakai. However, his concerns were aimed at Jamie and the possibility of the mysterious man returning. Temporarily, the bespectacled man's magic could push the man away, however, his ineptness in battle summoned some concerns. Despite these fretful thoughts, the full-fledged medic was determined to protect his apprentice further if it was required of him. The tight grip around the tome's spin was maintained as Malakai's eyes flitted between Jamie and the hallway. Should the man decide to make another attempt, Malakai was mentally preparing to manifest a shield.
[ DISCLAIMER* I tried using Google Translate to get the Latin phrasing, but when I double checked to see if it was correct (AKA: translated the Latin back to English) the phrase was completely different and kept changing, so I will just leave the English equivalent with bold/italic. ]
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Anxiety was an emotion which was difficult for Malakai to avoid because of his inept social standing and fear-inducing history. Worrisome thoughts would enter his head, his perfectionist side manifesting feelings of self-consciousness even when a job was accomplished with outstanding results. He was never a particularly positive person, this he allowed those thoughts to consume him and the nervousness to proceed with its vicious cycle. It was a miracle he performed excellently on the field where frightful sounds of combat and abhorrent scenes ruled his surroundings. Alas, medicine was his only confidence and everything else somehow became more difficult in comparison. Even as he listened to the soft crunches of snow beneath his feet, he anxiously contemplated how he would explain the intruder incident, despite Jamie likely being required to provide a majority of the information. The bespectacled man was simply a worrywart, concerning himself with his ineptness opposed to the pressure placed on his apprentice.
As they rounded the corner, the front doors of the TRS were open, which was somewhat a pleasant sight for the field medic. Warmth and comfort would be beyond the threshold, but he feared the words, stares and, eventually, allegations thrown at a mysterious individual. The guards glanced at them, eyebrows raised because of their peculiar return after the foolish departure into the blizzard. Naturally, they were unaware of the mentor and his apprentice spent the storm in a safe igloo. Both guards observed their entrance, cautiously analyzing them as they entered the tiled grounds of the TRS medical ward. The bespectacled man paused briefly, initially planning on asking where the higher-ups were presently, but failed. Hard eyes staring at him, perhaps accomplishing a thorough inspection of his soul resulted in Malakai shying away from the smarter choice. Awkwardly, the full-fledged field medic accomplished a few hasty steps forward to escape the situation. Fortunate for the anxious adult, the guard’s initial analysis was adequate to satisfy their observations.
Head down and feet a quiet shuffle, Malakai entered the hallways of the medical ward. Everything quieted down since the blizzard’s brutal winds ceased. Medics were settling into their stations, periodically checking their patients before returning to their original duties. Things moved similar to clockwork with only certain rooms carrying the anxious, fast-paced movements of worried medical staff. The hallways were quieter, most ward medics being delegated their tasks and expected to accomplish them with the utmost skill and capability they could muster. Meanwhile, Malakai found himself wandering down the hallways and quickly considering heading to one of the secretary desks to have somebody summoned. As he walked concerns dissipated, creating a subtle air of calm despite the dire circumstances. Foolishly, the field medic never questioned the soothing, his familiarity with Jamie's empathic manipulation still not providing the knowledge required to recognize it consistently. If anything, Malakai thought his deep, calm breaths and mental pep talks were working. Gradually, the hallways were getting navigated, bringing them closer to the front desk.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Complete lack of self-confidence always clouded Malakai’s judgement of his own capabilities, furthermore, the endless worries of failure ravaging on his anxieties like opportunistic wolves. Insecurities surrounded him, suffocating the bespectacled man and withering his self-image. A perfectionist’s standards were seemingly unachievable, Malakai persistently believing he failed in accomplishing anything to perfection. There were endless worries about his own incapabilities rather than spotlights on the accomplishments he managed to make. Thus, the mere thought of attempting to train Jamie in a field he was hardly familiarized with frightened him. Combat training was something Malakai narrowly succeeded in, his defensive skills allowing him to scrape by and enter in field medicine as a full-fledged medic. Fears simply consumed him, ravaging him like a vicious carnivore searching for easy prey. Briefly, the bespectacled man glances around the snow-covered grounds of the TRS headquarters. Snow piled up high because of the storm, Malakai shuffling through the deep snow, however, did not venture far from Jamie.
Realization over his insecurities' effects was beyond Malakai, the young man constantly displaying a severe lack of confidence in his capabilities. Failure frightened away consideration and forethought, the endless anxieties leaving the field medic blind to the consequences, although, the apology made it slightly more obvious. The corners of Malakai's lips instantly dropped into a frown, a soft sigh escaping his lips. There was a silent pause as the bespectacled man mentally prepared his words.
"No... I'm sorry... I'm your mentor and... I should have prepared for combat training," Malakai explained softly. "It's just... if you're in danger right now, you need better help than me."
Thoughts scattered through Malakai's mind, the recent developments overwhelming the anxiety-ridden man. A breath was taken, a mere moment to clear his thoughts and think without his judgement being obscured. Handling the unknown intruder was a top priority, which meant contacting somebody who could safely carry out an investigation without risking Jamie’s well-being. There was a mild sense of fear stirring, the current circumstances alongside his natural nervousness making things oddly difficult.
"We better head inside... They need to know about that intruder. Come on," Malakai stated, gesturing for Jamie to follow. "Do you remember what he looks like?"
Silently, the bespectacled man was praying Jamie was correct and the assumed Assembly soldier merely desired to capture the young boy. Despite those thoughts being rather perturbing, reassurance about the patient’s safety would be established. Hustle was evident in Malakai’s steps as he desired to remove the concerning situation from his mind by adequately handling it; at least, he hoped to accomplish such a prestigious goal. Alas, he feared potential reprimanding because of their abrupt absence and lack of assistance throughout the duration of the blizzard. He was required to fight through it and explain the situation; to muster some attempt of social capability... Visibly, Malakai flinched at the demanding requirement would easily hamper achieving the goal. These were instances where he wished he possessed decent capability in conversation, however, the bashful field medic would be forced to make due.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Forms of weaponry were limitless, Malakai desiring to provide Jamie a thorough lesson in self-defence of varying degrees. Alas, the bespectacled man strictly magic fighting style, his tome-based magic was furthermore geared towards mostly defensive spell-types. The young man forgetting the information about the potential fighting capable, but nonetheless, his failures in combat would not make him a favourable teacher. He supposed there were parts of him overloaded by the file information, focusing more on the concerning symptoms of empathic manipulation. The young warlock still preferred to have assistance with the self-defence training, his lack of experience inevitably resulting in difficulties in those practices. There were seemingly few options remaining to assure Jamie would receive the training he deserved. Admittedly, Malakai was insecure about his abilities in self-defence, thus he preferred to gain advice from his close friend. A lieutenant could easily assist in these situations, Malakai having faith in his closest friend.
The field medic's consistent concerns about being an inadequate teacher mingled in with the worries of his peer's opinions; they agreed to lend assistance, yet, they were instead hiding in the snow! Furthermore, they never reported the empathic disturbance Jamie felt when a mysterious man had passed by them. Surprise flared in Malakai's eyes as they widened slightly at his apprentice's declination of having another individual assist with the training procedures. He witnessed the dark-haired boy exit the igloo, the bespectacled man hesitantly inching his way towards the exit to proceed with their conversation. While the young empath was evidently shy, Malakai hardly held adeptness in non-tome related combat.
"B-but Jamie! I'm not much of a fighter. My friend can help us both," Malakai insisted as he slowly inched towards the exit.
Once Jamie cleared the piling snows, granting them freedom from the igloo's cozy confines. The howling winds had finally ceased, flakes of snow continuing to fall from the grey clouds above. The worse of the blizzard appeared to have passed, the frigid chills of a cold winter's day being fended off by the temperature regulation bracelet looped around Malakai's wrist. Briefly, the field medic's eyes flitted around the white landscape around them, the snow clinging to his clothes the longer he stood in the blizzard's aftermath. A few moments afterwards, his eyes returned to Jamie, a brief pause to his words.
"My friend is pretty friendly, he won't mind helping us... I'm... just worried I am unable to train you well enough," Malakai softly continued. "Tome magic is really the only defence I am familiar with. If you were a warlock, I would do it myself."
The explanation was filled with only mild-insecures, however, genuine concerns became evident in Malakai's words. Providing the best self-defence education for his apprentice was the bespectacled man's motivations. Intentions were focused on assisting Jamie, thus Malakai struggled to believe his capabilities in teaching the self-defence concepts his apprentice required. Slowly, the bespectacled man followed his apprentice, hoping he could help Jamie comprehend why he wished for assistance in these lessons.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Improvements in the weather became unnoticeable to Malakai, he merely believed the constant howling of vicious winds was proof the blizzard raged on. However, his thoughts were somewhat preoccupied with consistent fretting of Assembly soldiers infiltrating the TRS. Nonetheless, the potential consequences of being unprepared to defend himself should things become hazy maintained acute bravery. These people were attempting to kidnap his apprentice, and the bespectacled man desired to better the situation. Self-defence skills were expected to be taught inside the TRS, all members risking their lives when the Assembly inevitably noticed their affiliation. The worrisome circumstances of these individuals with abhorrent intentions towards his apprentice. Somebody needed to assist the situation, something simple like self-defence skills could go miles to make Jamie feel slightly safer. At least then, there was a chance his apprentice could survive should these individuals decide to attack.
Enough time had passed since Malakai had joined the TRS and understood the importance of being capable of self-defence. In dangerous situations, he usually managed to use tome-based magic. The Latin words he studied extensively after discovering he was a warlock allowed him to unlock a treasure trove of power. Alas, he failed in offensive moves and instead focused his studies on defence and the creation of force fields. The apology provided about being unable to properly judge character based on empathic manipulation. Softness remained evident on Malakai’s expression, the field medic making it obvious he was not angry at his apprentice. While it was unfortunate that empathic manipulation was unable to provide Jamie with more hints on who followed him, Malakai understood the ability was incapable of doing everything.
“That’s fine… It is not your fault,” he responded quietly.
Silently and attentively, Malakai listened to his apprentice's statements of sensing similar auras, potentially suggesting the Assembly managed to get closer than previously expected. A worrisome sigh was released through the field medic's lips as the amount of time he possessed in terms of teaching Jamie self-defence appeared limited. These would possible meddle with future plans, however, the lesson became a necessity for his apprentice's safety. Even mentioning the notion to the frail, young boy resulted in a frown touching Malakai's expression. These were the requirements of war, people being forced to even teach adolescents in combat for defensive purposes. The Assembly of Phantoms were malicious people, thus, the warlock wished to properly prepare the gifted boy for the inevitable situation he could face. The nervous agreement was a concerning notion to the bespectacled man as he genuinely wished the circumstances did not come down to this.
"I'm sorry it has to come to this, Jamie," Malakai mumbled softly, his eyes briefly flitting away from his apprentice. "Also... I think I will ask a friend of mine to help... I mostly use my magic, so I'm not too familiar with other types of weapons."
The conversation between the pair became a distraction for Malakai, the field medic failing to notice as the one vicious winds subsided. Quietly, Malakai observed as his apprentice smoothly cut through the snow, surprise initially flaring before he remembered Jamie possessed other abilities; the overwhelming information on his empathic manipulation resulted in a moment of absent-mindedness. The frown the bespectacled man bore remained, although, there were more reasons for his displeasure. The pair failed to assist the medical ward staff as previously planned. An emptiness entered the pits of Malakai's stomach as worries about the future trouble with medical officials pressured the young man; he hated upsetting people. The bespectacled man was always a people-pleaser, his endless need for perfection and validation oftentimes manifesting anxieties over failure. Unfortunately, it appeared he would be forced to meet his worse enemy once he left the confines of the igloo or got proper reception.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Hidden Assembly members lurking amidst a sea of TRS uniforms in search of a single individual was always an unnerving notion. Naivety was stolen from Malakai, thus listening to Jamie’s words failed to spark shock, most instilling a slight sense of fear. Evil encroaching on places where safety should be evident was constantly a frightening idea, however, the bespectacled man maintained some courage. Already, thoughts were motioning to immediately change plans and begin self-defence training earlier than Malakai would have expected. Alas, the field medic was uncertain if he could adequately train the young boy, especially considering his own skills required sharpening. The bespectacled man kept his knees close to his chest, his arms wrapping around them as thoughts entered his mind; he was clueless where to begin. However, pondering would be cut short by the information which was more significant; handling this intruder. Silently, Malakai listened to the words Jamie said, worry evident on his face throughout the explanation. Concern refused to dampen when his apprentice mentioned this individual’s stalking only being done recently, implying the individual in question had not been detected by TRS forces.
A frown crossed Malakai’s face, however, the young man attempted to maintain composure throughout their conversation. Admittedly, he worried about the potential danger Jamie was being subjected to on account of their hushed attitude towards the infiltrations in search of the empath. Perhaps a time would arrive where he could inform his apprentice about the Assembly’s attempts at capturing him, however, he feared to accomplish that objective too soon. Somehow, his hazel eyes managed to unlock more information about the current situation, the mentioned intentions being a concerning factor. Malice, it was always a negative emotion which could result in people getting seriously injured.
“Have… you noticed these presences a lot? Like… have there been more than one?” Malakai inquired, a slight anxiousness gracing his tone.
Discovering how many Assembly members could potentially following the young boy, although, Malakai worried about the answer he would receive. The notion of multiple members of the malicious organization stalking the young boy was disturbing. Thoughts about the now upcoming self-defence lingered in the bespectacled man’s mind, although, he feared to be unable to suitably teach his apprentice. Thus, the field medic’s thoughts delved until a familiar face crossed his mind, the lieutenant of unit one. Constantly, the man would support him and assist him, so perhaps he would be a willing assistant again? Evidently, the hunter would be more capable in teaching those skills opposed to him, at least, skills Jamie could actually use; tome magic was only accessible to witches/warlocks, unfortunately. Occasionally, Malakai would gaze at the entrance, fingers lightly wrapped around the tome’s spine, waiting for potential danger, however, calm would be discovered. Due to his obvious anxiousness about somebody following them, his apprentice had promptly explained there was nobody nearby. Slowly, Malakai nodded in response and released the tome, hand escaping his coat. When his eyes flitted towards Jamie, they softened, a quiet sigh leaving his mouth.
“With this happening… I think it is best I teach you some self-defence,” Malakai explained quietly. “Will that make you feel safer?”
There was hope to provide a veil of safety, even if it was only minuscule. At least with some defence skills, the bespectacled man hoped Jamie could fend off an attacker long enough to survive or not be taken.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Age could occasionally lead to foolish decision making, those older desiring to protect those classified as children; it was instinctual. Unfortunately, concern grabbed their hand, leading them down a misguided road instead of teaching them to cease the procrastination and explain crucial aspects in an appropriate manner. White lies escaped their lips, the light of truth being shrouded by deceptive clouds. A mixture of procrastination and fear silenced the truth from Malakai’s mouth as his gaze nervously shifted at the igloo's entrance. This is the part where I inform you that three AP agents have already been apprehended attempting to sneak into the HQ this year alone, all of them apparently sent to abduct Jamie. Those eerie words entered the field medic’s head, the young man tightening the grip around his knees, ears listening to the howling wind. Frightening the adolescent boy worried Malakai, especially since he was familiar with danger encroaching on a location which expected to hold safety.
Throughout the later years living with his mother, the woman transformed the safe walls of the house into a living hell. Fear became evident around every corner and disobeying the desires of the malicious tyrant resulted in gruesome punishment. Sanctuaries from danger only existed if blissful ignorance and blind trust were provided and despite the illusion being somewhat shattered, the bashful field medic wanted Jamie to be veiled in a sense of safety. Genuinely, the bespectacled man's intentions were well-meaning, but rather misguided considering he failed to prepare the youth for the worse possible outcome. Thus, blinded by the past which haunted him, Malakai remained tight-lipped, allowing the guilt to manifest an aching feeling in the pits of his stomach. The nod brought a frown to the field medic's face, his mild paranoia spiking since he became informed about the Assembly of Phantoms wishing to capture the empathic manipulator.
"I think you should Jamie... They can find him," Malakai explained softly. "It would be s-safer after all... but it c-could be n-nothing..."
There were genuine attempts to avoid elaborating on what the potential danger could be, Malakai still remaining tight-lipped on the notion. The mere thought of an Assembly member presently searching out Jamie was frightful and unfortunately confirmed they could not return to the pleasant warmth of the TRS headquarters. The field medic's hazel eyes watched his apprentice, listening to those words and learning the gifted child possessed more information than expected. The faltering smile and statements only increased the restless guilt. Heat bared down hard on the back of Malakai's neck as he tightened the grip on his knees, bringing them closer. Nervously, the bespectacled man tapped on his arms and legs while thoughts proceeded to whirl endlessly inside his head. Unconsciously, his hazel eyes would flit towards the igloo's opening, concerns about the dangerous individual noticing their escape from the TRS headquarters. Chances were, the invader gathered information, becoming aware of those affiliated with Jamie, at least, Malakai would assume. Tucked inside his jacket was the bulky tome, the field medic originally planning on stowing the book in the safety of his locker, however, he was thankful to have it close.
"... Jamie? How long has he been following you for?" Malakai inquired.
Worry lingered in his hazel eyes as they flitted, carefully watching the reaction of his apprentice. Nervousness churned in Malakai's gut, the bespectacled man wondering if this infiltration had been a long-term endeavour. There was concern it was an ongoing pursuit, and ultimately, resulted in a change of scheduling... If these issues were going to proceed, the field medic desired to prepare his apprentice for the worse possible scenario. Self-defense training was an expectation given to those who worked in the TRS, thus Malakai would be forced to teach the section he struggled in.
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