Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2022
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
Blissful moments that made everything feel right in the world had become rare for Mashita. After being cruelly torn away from the woman he loved most and shipped overseas, the world had grown dull. Alas, the moment his eyes viewed her, it coloured into fireworks and her voice was their ever-pleasant crackle. Everything felt dream-like, those emotions persisting the longer he spent in the incredible woman’s presence. Her clinging hands and welcomed worlds strengthened the smile on the young man’s lips, his heart skipping gleefully inside his chest
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Everything felt natural, their interconnected gears churning together, their parts colliding without a second thought. Her gleeful giggles, quiet and reserved, managed to summon those emotions he felt years ago. The quaking heartbeat inside his chest, a soft grin across his lips and those overwhelming emotions of bliss from hearing Serestia’s happiness. His dreams existed in these moments from reuniting with Serestia to her determination to fight the condemning traditions of her family. He listened to her frets, how she had worried about rejection.
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The thought of rejecting his true love made Mashita’s heart lurch into his throat. If anything, the male brunette would struggle to carry on without the magnificent woman he grew attached to years ago. Their separation was one of the most difficult times in the sphinx’s life. Years of forlorn because of the absence of his lover.
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“I could never,” he murmured, his voice soft and sweet. “Serestia… I struggled to think about what I would do without you.”
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A single hand’s fingers brushed across her cheeks, moving any straying brunette hairs from her face. The sphinx’s green eyes shone as they gazed upon the faekin he adored.
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“I know you didn’t have a choice, but when they told me you were married… and that you never wanted to see me again… I felt so lost,” his voice was quiet as his hand stayed there, feeling the warmth of her face. “I thought maybe you were happier without me. I wouldn’t mind if you were, that’s all I would ever want for you. But I was so uncertain about what I would do without you.”
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Before this day, Mashita gruelling pondered the future he was destined to lead. One devoid of love and jubilee, but brimming with emotional hardship as he attempted to push through. Her reassurances only elevated the male sphinx’s mood about the circumstances. Their hearts belonged to one another, kindred souls who loved each other entirely. The promises to fight for their love comforted the brunette entirely, the smile on his face only broadening. Her squeezing hand prompted his grin further as his green hues stared into her gorgeous eyes.
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Her words and questions failed to deter Mashita. While by the golden ring she was cuffed and bound to another, the brunette cared naught. Many would state his actions as ridiculous and foolhardy, ideas thought by a man clinging tightly to hope. Alas, the brunette knew where his affections lie and it was entirely with Serestia.
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“Of course I am… Serestia, you’re the girl of my dreams,” he answered with a grin.
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Confidence was evident in his tones as he responded to Serestia’s question. The traditions of his crush’s parents’ hardly mattered to the brunette. Those opinions they held in a vice grip were cruel and brought about suffering to those who followed. From marriages devoid of love and expectations considered rude and unjust. It became the inspiration for Mashita to carry on despite the consequences and concerns alongside his undying love for Serestia.
Years of painful torment haunting the concaves of his mind had managed the fuel him. Surviving off the sheer desire to have Serestia held inside his embrace. The warmth of the young woman was a comfort for Mashita. In his shining green eyes, the faekin was a stunning beacon, both inside and out. A flower who he watched blossom since her youth, witnessed a smile and glow in the spotlight of his gaze. Her companionship those years ago provided the drive Mashita required to protect her and developed the flickering determination inside him.
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Briefly, Mashita sucked a breath deep into the depths of his lungs. Merely the familiar scents of Serestia brought a sense of calm to the brown-haired man. If the opportunity existed, the sphinx would hold the faekin for a lifetime, never once wavering in his cherishing of her existence. The sheer mention of worth only affirmed Serestia's inside Mashita's mind. Her delicate touch in his life possessed the largest impact in his. The young woman inspired him and journeyed with him through those years. She was an essential connection in Mashita's life.
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The softest smile played across Mashita's lips as he gently pulled back. His green eyes examined every feature as his hands settled on her shoulders. Glitters of jubilee filled his emerald eyes as she stared into her enchanting sapphire ones. Never he heard her in dire faith, yet, the intense sense of joy blinded him from the potential problems.
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"There always is when I look at you, there is always something worthwhile, Serestia. And I argue you're way better than anything average," his smile grew in strength. "You mean so much to me... You're my first and only love."
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The soft whine of her voice panged in her ears as he gazed over the gentle faekin. Every compliment he gave to Serestia was greeted with no regrets. Though the return to his leave resulted in a slight break in Mashita's grin. As beautiful as the country was, it was impossible to enjoy knowing the puppeteering happening in the background. The evening calls where he pleaded with his parents to allow him to return. They always denied him and immediately hung up on their child upon him mentioning his desires to be home.
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The sphinx listened to the words. Their mutual attempts to reconnect were barred, each of their parents acting as teammates. The words of their children mattered naught to the flow of traditions. Those ancient expectations were praised in their minds and treated with the significance of a life or death scenario. He questioned it all after their parents ripped them apart and refused to allow them to connect. What was the point of traditions if they left everybody unhappy? Neither of them was content being ripped apart, yet, the olden promises nonetheless conquered without a second thought put to them.
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"It was the same for me. I would beg for them to let me come home, but they would just hang up," a sigh escaped his lips. "No matter how much I told them I wanted to come home, they told me no... They probably knew if I came back, I would be returning right to your side again."
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His expression was bittersweet as his green eyes shifted back to her. Those long years without Serestia were the definition of suffering. No matter how hard he fought with his parents, Mashita was merely a hang-up away from being "handled" as a problem. Leaving was always the male's biggest regret in life. The day he adhered to his parents' decision was the moment he failed to fight for the relationship he believed in and the woman he loved. Remotely, there was nothing the sphinx could do but sit in his sorrows, praying for something good.
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I really don't deserve to be missed. The words burned in Mashita's ears as his countenance shifted to shock and confusion. Silence claimed his lips as the shock won over the opportunity to question anything. Though, his eyes slowly followed her arms down to her fidgeting hands where the golden handcuff resided. Slowly, his smile faded as memories of his parents' words resurfaced. In his absence, Serestia had married, however, given her reaction to his presence, the sphinx assumed there was no consent.
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The echoes of her words rung deep in her ears, the pain in her strained voice being clearer than glass. Though, as the apology arrived, the woman he loved was entirely innocent in his mind. Slowly, his hand reached for her's, grabbing the one bearing the weight of the golden cage and providing a tight squeeze.
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"It's not you're fault... and even with that, I'm still willing to fight for us if you are," his words left his lips soft, "because I still love you, Serestia... No matter how long we are apart or where we are or even if your feelings changed... I still love you, and it will always be you I love."
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The sphinx's green eyes shifted, fixating on her once more. For years, the pair were separated, only to discover themselves again and those years only fired up his determination. If she was willing to head down this perilous road alongside him, he would fight for them every second. He would not allow them to force his leave or break him down if it meant there was light at the end of that dark tunnel.
Their separation had been the cruellest fate to befall their festering love. Devised and coordinated on short notice by their parents, the pair were forced apart. The reunion manifested those shoved down wishes, the silenced pleading after years of hopelessness. The loneliness of his longing heart crawled away, allowing the sphinx to ease on the hard concrete with arms secured around the woman of his dreams. Outer disturbances disappeared in favour of holding Serestia close and allowing the memories of loving embraces to wash over his mind.
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Drinking in those familiar scents, absorbing each second. The tingling across his skin a byproduct of closeness, yet, welcomed nonetheless. Despite the interactions, the flirting and everything in between attempting to persuade his romantic notions elsewhere, they remained on Serestia. Nobody could fill the location inside his heart-shaped in her grace. Though, little was he aware of the changes to her general makeup. The fitting slenderness of her body and subtle changes to her face, yet, each as recognizable as the day he left.
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The inevitable maturing failed to waver the intense emotions he felt towards Serestia. In his youth, he grew attached to the brunette, every pang of emotion never diminishing. He maintained their proximity as she sobbed, warranting her the time to release the waterfall of feelings. For years, he craved the opportunity to hold her lovingly close and finally the opportunity arrived. Gently, Mashita squeezed his beloved, calloused hand running over her back in soothing circles. An embrace required by the brown-haired sphinx and one missed for fictional centuries.
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Gradually, sobs shifted to mere sniffles as a calmness overtook the situation. Though despite the loosening shifts and decreasing emotional upset, Mashita maintained his tight grip. After years of waiting to hold her, he refused to release her. He savoured the moments, thrived off them. The single most crucial individual to enter his life made her emotional return. His breath levelled slowly as he held her, cherishing the seconds. Her words were sugar to his ears as his cheeks dusted with a soft, red colouring.
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He exhaled a soft, breathy laugh as a gentle grin touched his face. The manner her delicate fingers ran across his arm, admiring the changes caused by a steady mixture of maturity and exercise.
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"I think I've been a little too busy looking at you," he began, smile strengthening. "You look beautiful, Serestia..."
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The words leave his lips in a slow cadence, softly spoken with undertones of genuine admiration. The long hair cascading from her head and framing her delicate features. The shape of her face more toned with the arrival and passing of puberty. Yet, most striking were those familiar sapphire eyes. Brilliant, beautiful and the feature Mashita discovered his getting lost. Though, his smile wavered at the mentioning of where he was sent. The grin stripped from his face as a gentle frown traced his lips.
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"They sent me to Europe, London to be specific... I was enrolled in the TRS over there to keep me preoccupied..." Shortly, the grin returned. "But I don't think they realized that all I could think of was home... and you. God, I missed you."
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Carefully, he pulled away, sparing a moment to take in her appearance. The viewing of a familiar face summoned an over-joyed expression of his heart as it danced and skipped. For a moment everything seemed right again. They were together and that seemed everything that mattered.
In a moment's glimpse of seeing the woman he loved, everything shifted between himself and Serestia. The intense waterfall washing over him as old discoveries were remade. Between them, undying emotions of love prospered, powerful as the day when forcefully "abandoned" through separation. Each shared second between the pair, another reminder on why Mashita should have never left Lorsette. He should have stayed and found for everything they believed in, for without Serestia, he reached unspeakable measures of misery.
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Every fibre of himself missed her entirety. Stunning looks long-admired forgotten for memories of her smile, her life, the conversations they shared, the sweet moments and the single action that pained his heart as much as hers. The moment they were ripped from one another's lives, sudden and uncaring by the families determined to maintain faulty traditions. Harmful emotions had washed over him, intensifying at every callous rejection to speak with her. In the end, the thick concrete walls they formed between them seemingly won, yet, here they were.
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The heartache worth every precious penny if it meant walking down the path that returned him to Serestia. Without the faekin, portions of the sphinx felt incomplete and numb. The brunette, his first and only love, meant everything to the guard. A childhood of pinning afterwards, wishing for her sweet gaze and sharing a life where they stepped in sync, moving towards the same relationship goals. Parted once and already, in silence, Mashita swore never again. He cared naught if his parents disowned him, kicked him out of the house or slandered his name.
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In front of him, was the single individual of which brought Mashita cloud nine levels of jubilee. The woman he always wished to marry because of his kindness, gentle touch and good-hearted nature. Hours could pass of Mashita complimenting Serestia, the woman having long stolen and keeping his heart. When sent overseas, he never took back his feelings, never regretted loving her and never would those emotions of deep longing and love to cease. No matter who approached him, whether their bodies be the magazine ideal or their wit capable of capturing endless charm.
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Though unlike the woman he knew before his departure, Serestia, inspired by their years of separation exhibited colours different from her original. The hand of which grazed over his, the soft nuzzling of her face into his calloused hand and softly whimpered words. Before, a brunette captivated with shyness, but sweet as possible entered his dreams, found the courage to move forward. Astonishment flickered over his countenance, brief as she spoke and rested against him, and subsequently replaced with a smile at her words.
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Gently, his freed arm wraps around her, pulling her extra close. Choices were blurred from emotions, the publicized area no longer entering the green-eyed man's thoughts as he brought her closer. Everything he wanted was in front of him, their feelings burning with an untamable passion of which never died from the downpour of separation. Rather, it persevered and survived, burning brighter than ever after the cruel waters of accomplished their failed objective. Together, their hearts yearned for one another, craved the touch, the words, the acknowledgement and even the mundane of silent eves with only one another's company.
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"I missed you too," he murmured softly.
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Across his thin lips was a broad smile. Incapable of wavering as for an instance, everything felt right. The brunette he loved was stationed beside him, closeness desired by both parties. This moment was everything Mashita craved on those long evenings in England, studying to become a hunter or fresh off a dangerous mission. The excruciating minutes where contact was entirely refused, closed off and denied. The emotional hell he dredged himself through thinking of her, imagining her with somebody else and forgetting about him entirely.
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The fabricated images dissolved as seconds passed of them reaping the benefits of reuniting. They both required a moment of togetherness. A second to place their hoarded emotions onto the line and pray they crossed the tight rope, unscathed and balanced. Though as the challenges of the future loomed over Mashita's shoulders, he refused to penny it a second, at least, for now. Strategizing around the obstacles blocking the paths to their favoured future could be planned after the required moments of catch up and remembrance. For they both needed that.
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