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.
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.
A simple statement, yet the assassin had been around long enough to know that most people who said those words didn’t truly mean them. Let alone Ruby. Why was she so insistent on being so stubborn? It only became more infuriating when she shrunk away, much like a cat, and swatted his hand away from her. Daichi was slightly dumbfounded that she would and stood in front of her still gripping the cloth.
“I’m trying to see how bad your head wound is!” he finally snapped back, wondering if he should make another pass with the cloth, “you might need stitches. Kami preserve us.”
Of course, she was going to be difficult, that was what nekomata did.
“This right here is why I never got a cat,” he mumbled to himself though he was pretty certain she’d hear it. Without any prior authorization, Daichi dove back in. He managed to get a good dab before she could swat him away again and then habitually backed up – no sense in losing a limb.
Thankfully it didn’t seem like she was bleeding too much.
Daichi didn’t wait for anymore complaints from the fiery-eyed nekomata but instead turned upwards towards where the bike crashed. How would they get to the hospital? He briefly juggled a few ideas but then settled on the simplest one, whipping out his cell phone quickly and shooting a brief text to someone. Once the text was sent, he laid his eyes back on Ruby.
If she wasn’t going to tell him if anything was wrong, he was going to trick it out of her.
“Let’s get back to my bike,” he gestured that she should walk up the hill first before adding, “well, what’s left of it anyways.”
As much as he wanted to probe her for the actual truth about her bike skills, Daichi didn’t see the point of that right now. He waited patiently for her to start walking. If something was broken, he’d be able to tell. Unless she was really, really good at hiding those things. At that point there would be a bigger problem.
What had he gotten himself into? Really…
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Silence. Accompanied by the smell of burnt rubber that reminded Daichi of the first time he’d tried a bike. He slid down the hill further into the pine grove, searching the space between the trees. As his foot crunched on a bed of pine needles and dead leaves his eyes scanned the tree line. Not a hint of those ruby eyes or a glimpse of Ruby’s darkened mop.
Had she run? It wouldn’t be out of character.
The assassin would be the last to admit that at this point in time he felt a quickening of his pulse. If Mikaela Lye had died on his watch, even after her foolish bluff, he wasn’t entirely sure he could deal with the consequences.
Ebony strands escaped the no longer neat braid he’d knitted prior to walking over to Ruby’s, one stubborn strand threatening to block his view. Daichi was about to move it out of his way when a small yet familiar voice called out to him.
“I’m fine, thank you for asking.”
Sage-hued irises whipped around, able to pinpoint the noise to an area he hadn’t even considered. How far had she been thrown? He wasted no time in walking over, daring not to run should Ruby get the wrong idea. Crumpled near a burly pine, surrounded by disturbed pine needles, was Mikaela Lye. A thin trail of crimson ran down her forehead perhaps the only sign that she was truly injured.
“Where are you hurt?” he ignored her earlier comment, eyes scanning over the nekomata for any obvious signs of damage other than the abrasion on her head.
Now that Ruby was located, Daichi was able to think clearly. His next thought brought him to scowl at her, not because of her obvious lack of attention on the bike, but rather that she had clearly not thought of her own safety during the crash. Though angry, this wasn’t really the time to bring that up.
Daichi didn’t wait for an answer, checking the woman over as much as was socially acceptable. He wondered if Ruby would even tell him if she was seriously injured. For someone he’d seen plenty of times he really didn’t know all that much about her.
“Never mind. What did you hit your head on? And don’t say you didn’t, I see the cut,” Daichi reached forward, parting Mikaela’s hair gently to view the abrasion. It wasn’t too bad but it was still bleeding. He swiftly ripped the edge of his sleeve off, exposing a sheathed knife, and folded the fabric over the head wound.
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Daichi soaked up her pouted statement wondering if that sort of behavior was an after thought or possibly a coping mechanism. Thankfully, there wasn’t much argument about Mikaela wearing the protective helmet. It wasn’t that Daichi cared about her but he certainly didn’t want Ruby to be pointing fingers or haunting him from the afterlife. Imagining that scenario made him tighten his lips, only a little.
Ruby proved her proficiency with the bike almost immediately. The assassin had a list of snarky remarks but all would’ve been eaten by the wind or completely ignored under the cushion of the helmet.
Later then.
Satisfied that Ruby had them in good hands, Daichi relaxed his grip on her waist and closed his eyes for a moment. Wind rushed by sending his braid whipping behind him though not enough to be annoying. Ruby was speeding a little bit but he guessed that was just her natural state. The smooth purr of the bike and clarity of the night sky wasn’t exactly discouraging for this type of behavior.
Without warning, Ruby took a turn so sharply that Daichi had to tighten his grip, adjusting for what he assumed would be the inertia. The shinning of headlights to their right told Daichi this was about to be a different scenario. Reflexes still too slow kicked in and as Daichi reached out to try and cushion Mikaela but the bike skidded unnaturally to the side, sending both of them flying.
Daichi expected pain, blood. He’d lived his whole life under these circumstances, these were his familiar companions. What he found instead could only be described as something softer like landing on an old couch too hard almost as though someone had wrapped the important parts in… magic?
Regardless of his unseen cushioning, Daichi still landed harder than anyone would like to on a grass hill. He stretched his hand out as the momentum tried to push him into the ditch, digging his fingers into a stubborn weed. Thankfully this did the trick, allowing him to stop the tumble and gain a sense of orientation.
As he stood up Daichi assessed the situation, unpanicked, spotting his completely wrecked bike at the bottom of the ditch busted against a burly pine. He was about to go over in an attempt to pretend it could be salvaged when he realized he couldn’t see Ruby anywhere. The assassin’s heart skipped, sending adrenaline coursing through his veins. Surely Ruby would’ve used the same magic on herself to avert her own damage if she’d had enough to spare on him.
“Ruby?” he called lightly, trying to spot her at the bottom of the grassy ditch where the bike continued to hum half-heartedly. The light shone into the darkness, illuminating a section of the pine forest but otherwise the woman was nowhere to be seen.
In two bounds Daichi crested the aggressive hill, peering over the edge at the road. Fresh tire marks on the asphalt dictated the direction of their crash but otherwise there were no signs of Mikaela… or anyone else for that matter. The assassin skidded back down the hill sloppily, scraping a knee in the process.
“Mikaela Lye, this isn’t something to joke about. You owe me a bike now,” he half-yelled, doubtful that the Nekomata was joking at all but unable to admit one of the many negative possibilities that could occur, “come on Ruby, where are you?”
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Daichi soaked up her pouted statement wondering if that sort of behavior was an after thought or possibly a coping mechanism. It didn’t matter he guessed. Who would take a car when a bike like this was available? He briefly reminisced about the first one he’d ridden long after they’d come out. Ruby’s mention of her own bike ‘back home’ snapped him back into reality.
“You have a bike?” his eyebrow quirked with genuine surprise. Ruby didn’t wait for whatever answer he was willing to give as she practically hopped onto the bike and keyed the engine.
A familiar purr filled the parking garage and, for a moment, Daichi found himself simply staring at the dark-haired woman on the bike. His bike. Nobody had ever ridden this except himself. Not even Anzu who was the one to gift the bike in the first place. Even Daichi had to admit that Ruby looked good on that bike, an expression of pure concentration on her face for some reason.
Ten seconds had gone by since Ruby asked him about helmets before he realized that he’d been staring. Daichi jolted back into action, whatever mist occupying his mind suddenly dissipated. The lithe figure reached over and grabbed the only helmet available, shoving it into the woman’s hands before she could protest.
“Driver always gets the helmet, Canadian law,” Daichi slipped onto the bike behind Mikaela, feeling strange to be in what would be considered the passengers seat.
The assassin swiftly put his feet up and wrapped his arms around Ruby’s waist. It wasn’t an unwelcomed feeling but Daichi could help but notice how much daintier she was than how he imagined her. Tiny yet fierce. These were the perfect attributes for a nekomata. He decided to briefly push her buttons, against his better judgement, and leaned into her.
“Alrighty darling, let’s go,” as usual, Daichi anticipated some kickback from Ruby. Maybe an odd Italian word or perhaps just a cold yet seething glare. He was looking forward to it really.
Not to mention it would be nice to sit back and enjoy the scenery for a change.
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Ruby’s symbolic arm-cross manifested once again, coupled with the iconic I won’t let you. Even Daichi had to admit that it was actually quite cute. The assassin saw his own determination reflected back in her eyes and, despite his prior insistence that he drive, he decided that this might actually be worth almost dying. Or the cost of a new vehicle should she drive like an absolute maniac.
“All this time together and you still think I’m trying to murder you? I'm offended Ruby,” he sighed, feigning annoyance as he gripped the door handle, “car accidents are boring. If I was going to kill you, I’d find something way more interesting. Besides, I’ve seen plenty of cats get up from fatal accidents. I bet it wouldn’t even kill you.”
He didn’t wait for an answer though he expected one to follow behind him. Daichi opened the door and headed to the stairway. Taking the elevator in this complex could be a 15-minute affair so usually it was the stairs or scaling up the building in spider form. A few flights down lead them to the underground garage where Daichi’s vehicle was parked. He’d moved it earlier to a guest spot, still wanting to pretend he didn’t live one floor up from Ruby.
Daichi pulled the glass-lined garage door open and stepped out onto the semi-lit parking lot. Wordlessly, and hoping that Ruby was actually following him, he padded over to the guest section only to stand in front of a crimson and ebony Kawasaki. Amused, Daichi held the keys out and waited until he heard Ruby’s footsteps before speaking.
“Alright, it’s all yours,” the corner of his mouth curled upwards into something reminiscent of a smirk but he didn’t dare turn around just yet, “I’ve always wanted to ride passenger on this bike. Especially with a beautiful woman driving.”
For emphasis, he wiggled the keys a little, waiting for Ruby to back peddle on her earlier statement.
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Oddly enough, there was no angry outburst or sharp, pointed object shoved in his side. Instead, there was… surprise? For a moment it even looked like he’d caught her off guard with that little stunt. Ruby’s molten gaze had suddenly smoldered down to something softer and for a moment he thought he saw something like moisture.
Impossible. Ruby didn’t have emotions like that. She was pure chaos. Thankfully a snarky comment soon followed and the old Ruby was back, mocking him as usual.
“I’m offended you think I’d steal something like that. Despite what you might think I do still have some decency,” the assassin remarked, genuinely offended at the idea of stealing something so important, “also, the way I understand it borrowing is more of your expertise. Like your little dog.”
Daichi didn’t dare peer around the corner at the creature lest it summon the ridiculous thing. His eyes fell on the ring sitting on Ruby’s finger. It was too loud, to bright, and lacked the elegance that Mikaela Lye deserved. Had he been serious about it, she’d be wearing something much different. For the purpose of whatever was about to happen at her family’s house, this would do.
Suddenly it was strange standing in Ruby’s kitchen, so different from his own apartment just five doors down. What could he hope to gain from this situation really? He suppressed a scowl, eager to get on with this. The more time he spent in this apartment the more it seemed like Ruby might actually be a normal person and that was scarier than anything.
“Alright, let’s go,” he placed his hand firmly on the countertop, “take the left one, the right looks like it needs a little maintenance around the hilt. I don't need to do anymore urgent care visits this week.”
He indicated the dagger in question. Obviously if Mikaela was to have his back – or so he hoped – he wanted her to be armed with the better gear. Not to say that he was going to trust her in this situation. In fact, the entire situation in general was a bad idea. But it was one that he had bought into and now he was committed. The assassin moved to leave the apartment but paused at the doorway, turning around to look at Ruby with a swirl of his braid.
“Oh, and I’m driving,” his sage-hued gaze confirmed that this was nonnegotiable.
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Ruby finally emerged from her lair, sporting an elegant blue dress. He almost opened his mouth to say something sarcastic but it appeared that she beat him to it.
The assassin would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed, even after centuries he had to admit stabbing people had a certain sort of appeal. Particularly the annoying ones. This was Ruby’s gig though and he wasn’t about to ruin what might be an actual important family get together … too badly anyways.
“Bleeding on the carpet? Sign me up,” he retorted sarcastically and as his gaze followed her movements he quickly added, “you need some color in here anyways.”
For a second, he was momentarily distracted by the motion in which she quickly pinned up her hair. Anzu used to have similar pins and the lingering stench of a bad memory nearly pulled him away from the present. Naturally it was the pointed probing by the dark-haired woman in front of him that brought him back. Probably some sort of buzzing fly effect.
Daichi considered her words carefully, perfectly still as he studied the woman before him.
Why did he really commit to this? Was there a small possibility that he was actually lying to himself as well? Denial was like that, a creeping illness that festered with time. No. There were reasons and he was sure of it. The only question was whether he told Ruby the truth or something just palatable to be digested. He doubted she’d believe him either way.
“You would like that too much so here I am instead,” he laughed lightly before standing up, no longer leaning against the counter as he had been before, playing with the idea of a half-truth. Daichi brought his gaze once again to rest on those smoldering ruby cores, “Ruby, have you ever been centuries old? It gets stale fast. I’m here simply to be amused by you, especially since you won’t allow me to stab anyone.”
He was about to cross his arms when he remembered something, hand once again diving into his pocket. This time he pulled out a round, silver band covered in what might be considered the gaudiest white gems. It would shine at pretty much any angle, blinding anyone foolish enough to cast their gaze in its direction.
Daichi reached out to grab Ruby’s hand, hoping that she didn’t stab him again. Nothing like a ruined dress shirt. The band slid on easily, resting exactly where it should if they were truly engaged. In reality it was the worst kind of ring and most certainly not something he’d ever buy if he was serious about anyone – not that he ever would be. But for this occasion, it was priceless.
“There. I don’t want anyone saying that I’m cheap about rings when it comes to my fiancés. An office worker's reputation is everything after all,” he stepped back, waiting for either the angry storm or the sharp end of a very pointed blade.
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“Do you know how many times I’ve almost been bitten by a dog Ruby? I’m not being desperate, I’m being prepared,” he countered as he watched the little gremlin-dog munch on the treat. It had stared beggingly at her prior as though asking for permission.
Apparently, Mikaela Lye ran a tight ship. A tight ship that needed babysitting. He had honestly thought she was just trying to lure him in with a faux proposal of dog-sitting but now Dai was beginning to think she actually trusted him. Imagine that. Should he be flattered or concerned? The assassin was briefly interrupted from his amusement by the weight of a tiny creature in his lap.
This never happened.
Ruby quickly pointed out that he’d stolen the dog’s spot on the couch before laying an idle threat down, smirking, and disappearing into what Dai could only assume was her room. He let out some sort of sigh hybrid before turning back to the little creature on his lap and scooping him up. The assassin was surprised at how light he was.
“Sorry you have to deal with her all the time, she’s definitely an acquired taste,” he stood up, dog in hand, and turned back towards the couch to settle the animal in before adding, “don’t worry, I’ll be sure to irritate her for you. Lovingly of course,” he replied, petting the sandy creature behind one of its massive ears before getting back to business.
Dai turned back towards the table where she’d laid out the daggers. Standard. One of them even looked familiar actually. He grabbed both, heading towards the kitchen counter as his long braid trailed behind him. Most would see the braid as a hindrance; it could easily be grabbed and used against him. Daichi had other plans and he’d found that, over the decades, this was the best way to contain it without having a heavy weight on his head. Besides, nobody thought a benevolent looking guy with a braid could be a cold-blooded murderer, right? Well, aside from whatever family disaster he was walking into.
The assassin leaned against the counter, spinning one of the blades by the hilt and inspecting the craftsmanship. It wasn't bad actually. The other blade now lay flat on the counter next to him.
“So, how many people am I allowed to stab today?” he called to the dark-haired woman in the next room, mostly joking. Stabbing was fun though.
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Danger. It was nothing more than a small spark in the back of his mind. Did this ability derive from his unnatural connectively with changes in the environment that only a spider could notice or was it simply the years he’d spent anticipating his own murder? Even after centuries, he hardly knew.
In the breadth of one blink Dai’s fingers dove into his pocket for the quickest weapon, pointer and thumb closed around the hilt. Mikaela yelled something, fueling his reflexes. He tensed his core, bracing for the first blow in an effort to minimize the damage to essential pieces.
Bleeding out on Mikaela Lye’s couch was the last thing he wanted to do.
Over his lap. Behind him. Over. Behind.
Too fast and too small. A million possibilities flooded through his mind all at once, none of them good. He was just about to draw the weapon when a low growl met his ears, forcing him to stop completely. Wait…
Of course. He’d even prepared for this. Stupid to be caught so off guard. He stopped himself from scowling as the realization hit him. Instantly his fingers slipped from the blade but Dai found himself only more confused when he finally saw the creature that had so threateningly dashed around him.
“What the heck kind of dog is that?” the assassin quirked an eyebrow before he dipped his hands further into his pocket to grab the only peace offering he’d brought. Or, more likely, the only one that’d been available in his limited kitchen.
The assassin flicked the jerky out of his pocket where it flopped over in front of the dog. It was a weird little thing with ears too large for its face, a bushy tail, and dark ebony eyes. Far too tiny to be intimidating really. The jerky itself was human quality mostly because Dai didn’t have dog treats. He’d never really been favored by dogs, probably the lacking a soul thing, so Ruby’s mention of having a mutt had led him to do a quick rummage of the fridge. This was the sad result of course.
“I hope he likes beef because the chicken flavor leaves much to be desired,” he turned his head away from the animal, it was far too small too do any real damage, and over to Mikaela who stood sternly at the end of the couch watching them, “Mikaela Lye: a cat with a pet dog. I’ve seen it all now.”
At the corner of his mouth, his lip curled only slightly upwards in an expression that might be considered amusement. Heck, the idea of Ruby owning any pet at all could amuse him for hours.
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For a brief moment, Dai was reminded of a noodle brawl he’d had with that weird woman child. In solidarity with Ruby (perhaps for the firs time ever), he stepped into the apartment flowers-first. The door clicked behind him as a not-so-subtle reminder that he was now officially in Ruby’s apartment.
“Do you always yell at your dates like this? I feel like that would explain many things,” he quipped, not bothering to ask permission as he began to rummage through the lower cabinets of Mikaela’s kitchen for some sort of a vase. Never mind the fact that she’d so haphazardly tossed her book onto the couch like a dead weight.
As he began to realize the futility of finding a suitable flower vase in a seemingly desolate kitchen, Dai spotted an occupied one on the living room table. Without a word he walked over, plucked the old “flowers” from the vase, and tossed them in the garbage.
“And why would I show up late? That seems like a low standard Ruby, even for me,” he smirked, traversing over to what might be considered the kitchen to fill the vase up with water, “us office workers are always on time clearly. We have an image to maintain you know.”
Dai freed the flowers he’d brought and stuffed them into the vase, returning it to the living room perch before he sank down into one of the couches and took a good look at the evil lair that housed Mikaela Lye. It was actually something he would never want to live in, ironically enough. Maybe he had expected some form of expression, some form of… color.
“Kami preserve you Ruby if anyone ever took a paint brush in here. This looks like a soul-less Victorian era hospital,” he weighed the idea of putting his feet up on the table but then thought better of it – even with Ruby he couldn’t be that rude, “also, it’s kind of a mess.”
It was an understatement to say the least. Well, at least by his standards.
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Despite the ease of simply walking down the hall to an apartment he thought inhabited by a reasonable, less-social individual, Daichi Takeshi found himself feeling a bit of… trepidation? Everything surrounding Mikaela Lye seemed to attract discordance and chaos. These were things he disliked. Order was easy. Order made sense. Yet here he was standing outside of the apartment about to embark on another adventure with a woman he knew next to nothing about.
Was there such a thing as a mid-century crisis? He couldn’t help but smirk at the idea.
Regardless of whatever tricks Ruby had up her sleeve, he couldn’t resist learning more about the woman. Clearly, he had become bored during his soulless stay on this planet.
Anzu would scoop him up for another psychotic murder spree if she knew he was thinking like this. The Takeshi siblings didn’t simply dine out for fun. There was always blood involved. Everyone who knew of them would know this. Which begged the question as to why Ruby wanted him sitting next to her at a family dinner fawning over her with terms of affection. He didn’t dare wonder what was going through Ruby’s mind.
“Sono qui amore mio,” he called in his faux-affectionate voice, purposefully butchering the pronunciations. Hopefully the google search hadn’t steered him astray. He wasn’t certain Ruby would take kindly to an accidental insult.
To ensure that she heard him, Daichi tapped the door three times with his knuckle then took to leaning against a nearby wall. His ebony braid slid across his shoulder only to land on the strait of his back. Daichi loosened his grips on the crimson roses he held, pink plastic ruffling with the motion. He’d settled for a surprisingly tame look this time, simple black pants with an out-of-character purple half-sleeve blouse. It might even look like he dressed up actually. In actuality the looser fit allowed for more weapons. Well, decoy weapons at least.
Mikaela had said that they might lose some therefore it seemed prudent to have several blades in various locations. Even if they found his best concealed weapon, he’d still have the venom to fall back on.
Not that Ruby’s family would murder him or anything… right?
Somehow the thought amused him and he found himself smirking ridiculously waiting for the strangest woman in his life – Anzu aside of course – to open the door to an evening of chaos.
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