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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[attr="class","cobbody"]Naturally, the green-haired father expected additional questions related to his occupation. These were formalities with interview-type circumstances. Nonetheless, their children would receive similar streamlines given both parents worked for the Hallow Order. One being more frontline and the other a background worker. Curiosity flickered in Adonai’s green hues as he gave Dani a moment to proceed to the next question.
The following question summoned little thought, yet, he paused for a moment. Information was a task entered to escape the battlefields he was consumed by. After years of being a warrior, Adonai wished to abandon the world of combat. Thus, mentally he edited the answer lingering in the depths of his head to avoid the supposed valours of war he felt uncomfortable.
“I thought it would be interesting and a chance to apply my skills,” he began slowly, thinking. “Information is an interesting subject matter since you learn things you never expect after all. Connecting those strings for our frontline workers, like your other father, Nitzan, allows them to get criminals off the street. So naturally, it’s a rather engaging occupation that I could enjoy, hence why it became a good job for me.”
Certain factors are carefully hidden to avoid uncovering the past he cared naught about. War was a hellish creation, and while those who protected the innocent deserved honouring, he wished to avoid raising star-eyed valour-hungry children.
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[attr="class","cobbody"]The duties of a father were endless, and Adonai learned it daily in the activities he accomplished for his children. Rearing children was a difficult task, but one that summoned plenty of joy and achievement in the green-haired man’s life. He adored his children thoroughly and was proud of each. The fact Nitzan provided him with this precious opportunity was something he could never thank enough. From the eldest sister to the youngest child, Adonai discovered himself blissful about his life as a father. His family was a precious thing, something he never noticed in his older years under the tyranny of his parents.
A reward was received in the form of a smile across his daughter's lips. His lips returned the jovial curl as he gazed at the young redhead. Assisting his family was a crucial part of his fatherhood, thus, he enjoyed the notion of helping his daughter with her assignment. The formerly read piece of literature was placed on the small side table beside the chair, taking the small space beside his piney, warm tea. The father of many adjusted his position, straightening his back while his daughter organized the inquiries.
The phone placed on the table to record was practical, allowing his daughter to later organize the answers appropriately. Naturally, Adonai held no issues with her wishes to record the interview. The initial question was something simple regarding his occupation.
"I'm an informant for the Hallow Order. I gather information about criminals who need to be brought in and compile, organize and provide it to the bounty hunters. I take a portion of calls and discern what needs to maintain anonymity," he explained the bare bones of his job.
A majority of Adonai's occupation revolved around the gathering of information as required. Occasionally, he was required to journey out, but oftentimes, Adonai took calls for tips or spoke with field workers to compile their information. Said information would later be filed and given to according to bounty hunters. The entire process was excellent, though, thought of biasedly as the method allowed him to meet his husband. The Hallow Order's inner workings allowed for their meeting, and without Nitzan, Adonai would lack the wonders he appreciated nowadays.
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[attr="class","cobbody"]Evenings spent in the peaceful reverie of children working on homework or spending time confined to their rooms was among the blissful moments. The gap between their arrival home and supper was an opportunity for Adonai to enjoy a recently purchased book on the viewpoints of bystanders during the War of Traitors. The recountings, while upsetting, were intriguing and a solemn reminder of why he left those "ideals" behind in favour of family. War was a ravaging creature, brutal and cruel to those swept within the crosshairs. The emotionally cold days of his early years were always a haunting thought. How war accomplished damages to himself.
A man closed off because of his parents' cruelty and desires to serve. Taught about the weapons in his hands and never the emotions captured within his heart and head. In those historic days of the war, Adonai was nothing, but a machine designed to slay the enemy without a second thought. Occasionally, he wondered what would have happened if his husband touched his life sooner. If they would have faced one another upon the battlefield with readied weapons or dropped arms in favour of something greater.
The actions of his youthful self were impossible to predict since leaving TRS and abandoning the efforts of war. In his youth, everything was about satisfaction to those above himself. Actions conducted out of his personal wishes for happiness in life were completely out of question. While nowadays, he would sacrifice his happiness for that of his family, there was always a pang of joy in each action. In witnessing his husband's shining smile or the contentment glittering in the eyes of his children. Those became the precious things he would safeguard for the rest of his existence on this plane.
His green eyes scanned through words as the gentle hum of the television played whatever news was on. It was quiet, nothing significant enough to draw away attention, but enough for welcomed background noise. Within the living room, his daughter steadily worked on her homework. A hardworking student and young busybody, Daniella was one of Adonai's children who worked tirelessly in school. As she grew up, Adonai found the young girl was fixated on assuring excellence in the field of education, and Adonai supported her whenever the opportunity came about.
Regularly, she fixated on her homework until completed, however, today her voice broke his attention. From the words, with a gentle 'hmm' Adonai's eyes glanced up towards Daniella. The mention of the article assignment caused the green-haired man to nod before placing a bookmark between the pages.
"Alright, I have no problems with it," the father of many answered.
He considered assistance with assignments requirements that arrived with him. He assumed the assignment may have been related to occupations or something similar, or perhaps even achievements. While Adonai masked many of his war honours and battle victories, achievements of the mundane could be favourable.
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[attr="class","cobbody"]Escaping students fled through the double doors of the school, cheerfully laughing and celebrating the day’s end. A couple carried binders in their arms or bore backpacks weighted with textbooks and school work. In contrast to the happiness exhibited by the flood of students was the pair of Blane's. The present circumstance kept Adonai stone-faced and worried about the discoveries hidden inside the building. He wanted to believe there were no wrong-doings, that his daughter was genuinely innocent, but he was considered it would merely play heartbreak
After the deathly silence of the car ride, Adonai was hopeful things would recover over time. Whether his daughter was being truthful or dishonest, the green-haired father of many wanted to avoid this incident breaking apart those crucial father-child relationships. Despite it meaning having to admit to being incorrect, Adonai wanted to be proven wrong as quickly as possible to avoid further worries on his mind. If the incident was truthful, it ultimately meant discussing a long-term punishment plan with his husband, Nitzan if he was proven wrong, it would be time to apologize.
When her daughter mentioned not wishing to see the security tape, he sighed. The words concerned him, the father worried about the truth that would be unveiled. The words prompted Adonai to pause as they approached the door to head inside.
"... You can wait in the secretary area, alright?" The father answered, attempting to barter.
With that, he entered the building, holding the door open in hopes his daughter would follow. He would not force her to follow, however, should he discover the truth as unfavourable, he would expect Ziyanda to clean the mess.
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[attr="class","cobbody"]Parenting was a difficult process, even for Adonai who sired plenty of children with his husband. Each unique individual raised offered varying challenges to be added to his parental resume. Alas, Adonai would never present himself as an expert in the field. Until today, none of his children had been arrested for a crime nor had he applied logic in a desperate attempt of finding solace… The last wish he held was Ziyanda being proven guilty.
Though his mind pondered what he would do if proof was served on a silver platter. The frightful notion of witnessing the crime play out with his daughter playing the criminal was heart-breaking. However, the thread of hope stirred inside of the green-haired man. The shaky muttering of his daughter summoned a frown to his lips. For the father, it felt as though every answer was incorrect, the proper way to handle the circumstance far beyond the reaches of his fingertips
The loud click of an attempt to open the car door acted as Adonai’s answer. The father of many grabbed the keys, pressing the unlock button twice. The action opened the doors, allowing Ziyanda access to the vehicle. Quietly, Adonai walked around the vehicle, entering the driver’s side. There was little the green-haired man could say in the moment, thus, he merely drove. He backed out of the parking lot, heading into the streets and navigating to the Lorsette High School until they arrived.
“Alright, let’s go speak to your principal,” he stated with a soft sigh.
After parking, he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of his vehicle. Once they both escaped the car, he locked the doors and gestured for Ziyanda to follow him towards the school, praying he would be proven wrong for once.
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[attr="class","cobbody"]Stirring within Adonai was a sensation of disappointment towards her daughter. The stubborn refusal she exhibited when it arrived at her alleged crimes made it clear she would tell him nothing. No parent wished to believe their child capable of wrong-doings, alas, when the evidence was provided, Adonai felt the break within his heart. A frown remained on his face as a long sigh escaped his lips. Nonetheless, the green-haired father struggled to believe Ziyanda accomplished this of her own volition. His daughter was good-hearted but easily persuaded when faced with puns.
He followed behind her, wishing to return her to school with a healthy lunch at the maximum. There would be no delightful treats planned out. However, naturally when trouble arrived had the sunshine within his daughter diminished from his lack of belief. He continued to follow, surprise only arriving when his daughter turned on her. The tears welling in those once emerald-like eyes and the edge to her words. He paused, his expression turning sterner as the merman crossed his arms. The thoughts in his head churned the longer he gazed at his daughter.
Through his years raising his children alongside Nitzan, these outbursts were nonexistent. Thus, with part of him wishing to not believe what was presented as truth, a thought entered his mind. Promptly, his footsteps followed behind her daughter, refusing to let up.
"If you're certain you did nothing wrong, then return to school with me and we will check if the school has any cameras facing that area," Adonai stated. "If you're innocent, Ziya, that will prove me and them wrong. Alright?"
In the worse, he would witness the heart-breaking truth of a rebellious streak. Or, he would be proven wrong and discover himself apologetic for not believing his daughter from the beginning in favour of his ridiculous logic.
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[attr="class","cobbody"]Every fibre of Adonai's being desired to believe the words leaving his daughter's lips. The red-handed proof haunted the green-haired with every stinging word he stated. There was nothing vindicating Ziyanda of the crimes alleged against her. An ill-feeling flowed through the father of many as he proceeded to believe the information provided by the RCMP. The influence of others over his daughter existed and he was fully aware of the circumstance. Unfortunately, his daughter would not relent on the story she provided to the police.
The points created by Ziyanda failed to persuade Adonai, rather, they prompted his face to drop. Disappointment infiltrated his emotions harder than before when he initially heard the news. Honesty was nonexistent in the eyes of the merman. In his head, it appeared his daughter was covering for the people who convinced her of the crime. He wanted to believe Ziyanda accomplished nothing wrong, alas, his realistic side forced him to view and scrutinize the facts. Those facts were damning in Adonai's opinion, making it impossible for him to believe otherwise.
"Ziya," Adonai sighed out the words. "You were caught and everything aligns perfectly... How could anyone match the exact pun you made this morning? Nobody else could have possibly known you made that pun, Ziya..."
The notion of everything related to the circumstance being coincidental was difficult to accept; more so impossible. He watched the green-haired girl pushed past him, displeased with his faith in the RCMP's evidence. A sigh escaped his lips as he provided a quick wave to the officers. Hastily, he hurried after his daughter, pushing through the double doors of the RCMP headquarters. The man's eyes glanced around, eventually landing on the green-haired woman. A long breath escapes Adonai's lips as he took a few steps towards Ziyanda.
"Come, Ziya," Adonai began, his voice going stern, "We'll pick you up some lunch, but after you are going back to the school to clean up your mess."
The father despised the requirement to punish his children, nonetheless, it was a requirement. Despite the young woman being clearly upset, Adonai had responsibilities as a father. The younger merwoman was infuriated because of his beliefs leaning towards what appeared practical in his eyes. He gestured for Ziyanda to follow, Adonai planning on taking her to the vehicle and later notifying his husband about the circumstance.
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[attr="class","cobbody"]The evidence was nearly impossible to refute the evidence provided by the police department. Furthermore, Adonai's experiences with the pun-making girl only increased the likelihood. The pun written across the wall was the exact pun stated by Ziyanda at the morning's breakfast. Then the damning evidence was the can of spray paint perched in the green-haired woman's hands upon her discovery. She was, ironically, caught red-handed in the act of painting, or at least, the aftermath of it. There was nothing liberating Ziyanda from the truth of the circumstance.
There was little that could be done to alter Adonai's perspective of the situation. The evidence against Ziyanda was piled up high, beyond what the green-haired man could believe. A frown played against his face as his daughter argued the notion and began making a scene. A gentle sigh breathed through the merman's mouth as he listened to the young woman. He could not provide her with the motive, however, he knew Ziyanda could be influenced by others. Teenagers desired to fit in, therefore, it was possible she accomplished the act.
His eyes locked onto his daughter as his frown remained. The merman shook his head, crossing his arms.
"Ziya... The pun on the wall was the one you told this morning, how am I supposed to believe it's not you?" The informant explained. "I can believe somebody putting you up to that, but I cannot believe you had nothing to do with it."
He explained his reasoning in hopes his daughter would relent. There was every possible his daughter did not act alone in her crime, thus, he wanted to give her the opportunity to admit to everything. If anything, he wanted to hear it from his guilty daughter. At least then he could work from there to instill morals into one of the children he worked hard to raise.
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[attr="class","cobbody"]Inside his gut, emotions stirred as subtle feelings of anxiety pinpricked across his neck and shoulders. Few details were provided over the phone, leading to endless, almost suffocating concerns surrounding Adonai the longer he waited in the main reception area. Never had he expected himself captured in this situation, trapped in the RCMP lobby waiting for an officer to review the details of his daughter's alleged crime. In his head, Adonai prayed to Enki, the stopper of their foolish, treacherous war that everything would be alright.
Thoughts pondered how he would break the circumstance to his husband, Nitzan. His husband deserved to be aware of everything that happened, from Ziyanda being arrested to the crime committed. A soft sigh escaped Adonai's lips as he gently chewed on the inner lining of his lip. After the childhood unravelled by the cruelty of his parents, the green-haired man wished to provide better to his children. Alas, every variable could not be controlled by the concerned father. Children required freedom, and he was beyond aware of the notion.
From the back hallways arrived a man dressed in the traditional RCMP uniform. The darker colours of the vest and pants covered a majority of the man, with the lighter blue sleeves narrowly peeking out. After the initial greetings and handshake, Adonai followed the officer into one of the private rooms for a small discussion and explanation.
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The father of many was infuriated by the information the officer shared alongside the pictures. Across one of the school walls in red spray paint existed a pun. The notion of vandalism consisting of a punny phrase failed to condemn Ziyanda, however, the convenience managed to. Painted steadily across the brick walls of Lorsette High School was the pun his daughter told in the morning prior to school. The green-haired man desired to believe in the possibility of Ziyanda not being entirely at fault, at some type of persuasion taking place...
However, the crime was accomplished, thus, Adonai required his daughter to undergo the repercussions of her actions. The merman was hopeful the young woman's time in a holding cell would result in her avoiding any further incidents. The father returned upfront as he waited for the officer to fetch his daughter. The father's disappointment had boiled over, and he was already planning a suitable punishment for the actions. Footsteps reached Adonai's ears as the officer returned with his daughter, the wide grin followed by the cheer resulting in a soft sigh.
"Ziya," his voice held a firm edge. "What in Enki's name were you thinking? You know better than to spray paint a wall. Now c'mon, you will be cleaning up your mess and I want you to tell me what happened."
The green-haired man gestured for his daughter to follow. There was a stone gaze to his eyes as the father worried himself with the actions accomplished by Ziyanda. He wanted to believe Ziyanda accomplished no crimes, alas, it appeared she was caught redhanded.
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[attr="class","cobbody"]Adonai despised assuming his children would enter the world of illegal involvement, however, given the circumstance he could not automatically assume innocence. Teenagers at times accomplished troublesome actions and while a majority managed to avoid the shaky steps of illegal actions, it was not entirely removed from the realm of possibilities. As a single handheld his phone to his ear while his other plucked the items from his desk and gathered his windbreaker jacket. Thoughts aplenty rummaged through Adonai's head as he attempted to organize himself.
Compared to the mundane problems of life, a child being apprehended by the police was a rarity. Hastily, a plan of action formulated in the merman's mind as a timeline of his plans forged. He would provide his boss with a quick heads up about there being a family emergency, perhaps divulging a few details for transparency, before heading to the RCMP office. Inside the depths of his mind worried linger. Endless concerns about what got Ziyanda arrested initially being thrown about his head without an ounce of hesitation.
If anything, the father of eight was attempting to keep himself positive, alas, being told one of your more rambunctious children was arrested left ill feelings. The younger merperson was a sociable, friendly girl, thus, Adonai could believe in the possibility of being mixed into the wrong crowd or perhaps a thoughtless moment of teenage rebellion. However, the edge in his voice derived from fear rather than anger. Naturally, criminal actions committed by his children would manifest a sense of lingering disappointment, but the repercussions of said actions resulted in the fear crawling up his neck.
Nobody wanted their child to end up hooked on the adrenaline of criminal action or embraced by cold, metal cuffs. The informant desired to witness his children prosper. Everything he dreamed of arrived with family, from a loving husband to plenty of beautiful, incredible individuals he raised alongside him. Thus, as the whine panged against his ears followed by the hush squeak of a tear-choked throat, a sigh escaped his lips. The exhale came gently as his tense muscles eased for a moment and he blinked back into reality.
"... I will, Ziya, just sit tight. I'll be there soon, alright?" The father spoke softer. "I'll talk to you soon, love you."
As the words left his mouth, he paused, assuring their conversation was finished before hanging up. The device returned to his pocket as he pushed open his office door. His finger flicked off the lights, the door was closed and locked behind him as he set out to the Lorsette RCMP station.
--- Time Skip ---
After providing his boss with a notice, Adonai had hopped into his vehicle and headed to the Lorsette RCMP station. The station was placed in the Western region of Lorsette. A magnificent building with RCMP vehicles lining the back exit. In the main parking lot were a handful of varying vehicles alongside a professionally crafted sign lingering outside the door. His arrival to the building was greeted with a soft frown across the green-haired man's countenance. He never expected to enter the station beyond anything related to standard business procedures.
As an informant, Adonai regularly received information from the RCMP branch, specifically related to wanted convicts and previously committed crimes by wanted felons. Otherwise, he possessed little involvement with the organization. Other individuals within the Hallow Order handed in their bounties, thus, Adonai kept a fair distance. Slowly, he exited his vehicle, green eyes locking onto the government-owned building. Brisk strides carried him around the vehicle and closer to the front door of the RCMP branch.
He entered the double glass doors of the building and into a relatively large reception area. Quietly, the merman approached the front desk with the slightest hint of nervousness in his mind.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for my daughter, Ziyanda Blane," the father asked quietly.
The green-haired man never expected himself in this circumstance, alas, he stood in front of the light-brown desk, answering a receptionist's questions as she contacted the individuals in charge of Ziyanda and the holding cell.
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[attr="class","cobbody"]Work progressed slowly as Adonai gathered the information for the bounty hunters of the Hallow Order. As an informant, the green-haired man assisted with the off-field affairs of the organization. Softly, Adonai clicked his tongue as his eyes glanced over the files he possessed over the criminals on their radar. Every file was placed into the alphabetical slots of Adonai's desk. The entire section consisted of active files, the information carefully locked away at the end of each day to avoid the leaking of confidential files.
Once completed compiling the additional information to a recent file, Adonai slipped it into the drawer. The quiet ticking of the clock echoed through the green-haired man's office. Every minute was being counted down to the merman's work day. As files were compiled and placed away, a ringtone echoed from his device. The phone was placed off to the side since as a father, Adonai preferred having his phone nearby in case of emergencies. With Nitzan being a more field-oriented worker in the Hallow Order, it only added further sense to the action.
The ringtone and number were familiar as his daughter, Ziyanda's, name popped up. Confusion flickered in Adonai's green hues as he remembered how his daughter should be in school rather than calling him. Considering her tendencies to not pay attention during class, Adonai's suspicions only grew higher as he grasped the device. He answered the phone, and before he could speak, his daughter's voice hit her ears. The mention of his moniker only confirmed that Ziyanda was intentionally trying to contact him as opposed to one of her friends.
"Yes? Ziyanda, why are you calling?" He asked, realizing it was something beyond an accident.
The falter in her voice led to concern invading his. These circumstances with his pun-centric daughter were peculiar and the abnormal behaviour meant there was a genuine reason for his worries. Nothing prepared Adonai for the words to leave his daughter's mouth. The father had prepared to listen, noticing as her voice turned more firm... However, the merman's thoughts went downhill the second he heard the police station. The informant's expression dropped instantly, disappointment drawing over his countenance.
The father leaned back, his open hand reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose. His daughter was arrested by the police and required him to pick her up. As the request for food reached his ears, a long sigh escaped his lips.
"You... are at the police station?" There was a fatherly sternness to Adonai's voice. "Ziyanda, you better have a good explanation for this, or else you, your other father and myself are going to have a long discussion. As for food, we will figure that out afterwards, Ziyanda;"
The serious nature of Adonai's voice made it evident the merman was displeased with the circumstance. Especially considering Nitzan, being a field worker, would be difficult to contact immediately. Thus, it left the office-bound informant in the position to pick up Ziyanda and speak with the RCMP before filling Nitzan in afterwards. Nonetheless, there were no other options than leaving work, thus while speaking on the phone, Adonai returned the files to their drawer and worked gathered his items.
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