Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
Yours Truely,
The Staff
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
Panic settled heavily on Yves' shoulders as he threw his phone down on the bed, quickly sitting up and standing from where he originally one. Several papers neatly tidied in a binder while the textbook remained opened on his bed, prepared to proceed in completing the homework assignment given by his educational assistant. There were plenty of questions, but a majority appeared to be perplexing the white-haired amnesiac. Trigonometry was proving to be a rather difficult subject for him to grasp, although, Yves tended to have many difficulties in schooling. English and history were currently his strongest subjects, but math and sciences proved to be subjects which he struggled in greatly. Unfortunately, there was little time to continue pondering as the white-haired man became privy to information regarding his long-time crush, Phoenix Collins. The pleasant man would be coming over to assist him with the struggles he was having with his homework, and Yves had not showered today. There was no hesitation as the young man entered the bathroom, slamming the door shut and turning the lock. Once inside he ran the water and stripped to shower.
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The actions of cleaning were hastily accomplished, Yves starting to dampen and wash his hair once inside the shower. There was a calming sensation as droplets of water hit his back, the pleasant warmth from a shower soothing the young man as he cleaned up. Once his hair and flesh were properly cleansed, the white-haired wraith exited the shower and turned off the water. Promptly, a towel was grabbed to dry himself off, each action being done carefully. There was a quick glance around, shock breaching Yves' features as he realized he never grabbed a fresh pair of clothes before entering the shower.
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"Oh no," he murmured in a squeaky voice.
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The towel was wrapped tightly around him, Yves covering his chest because of his extreme bashfulness to people seeing his body; he would not even allow Gabe to catch a glimpse. When the fabric was wrapped around him, the young wraith hesitantly opened the bathroom door, relief flooding into him after realizing Gabe was still not home. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he began hurrying to his room until hearing the frightening sound of somebody knocking on the front door. Immediately, the wraith's red eyes widened as a yelp of surprise escaped his lips. A single hand held the towel in place while he turned, hand circling his mouth to call towards the door.
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"I-I just need a minute!" He exclaimed.
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Hastily, the wraith scurried through the threshold into his room, shutting and locking his bedroom door before gathering fresh clothes. Boxers, shirt and pants were speedily tugged over his naked form, Yves adjusting every piece until assuring perfection, however, when he glanced in the mirror, a gasp escaped his lips. Evidently, his white hair remained a wild mess since he rushed to his room without taming the locks with the bristles of a brush. Nervousness settled in as he remembered Phoenix was waiting outside the door, thus Yves sprinted towards his door, unlocking it and hurrying to the washroom to tame his hair. The actions were recklessly accomplished, the wraith tidying his hair and narrowly remembering to grab a bottle of cologne to spray on his chest; the scent was rather flowery, more feminine than most male scents. Once completed, an anxious man exited the washroom, moving slowly towards the front door. Briefly, he paused, slightly nervous about allowing Phoenix into the clean house; he even glanced behind him to assure everything was properly in place. Hesitantly, he reached for the doorknob, slowly turning it and revealing the brown-haired man on the other side.
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"H-hi," he shyly greeted. "Sorry for the wait..."
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Bashfully, Yves glanced towards the ground, hands clinging to the edge of the white shirt he wore. The attire he chose was simplistic, jeans with a white shirt, although, the wraith lacked socks because of his rushing. Admittedly, he had hoped to throw a male blouse over his shirt to create an appearance which a majority found pleasant, but he ran out of time.
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There were moments where Yves wondered if accomplishing his daily chores were enough, but the disorganized young man figured it was better to stick with them. Alas, he adored the notion of assisting Zoraya should she suddenly fall victim to illness and required help. While he believed his skills in a variety of fields below average, the wraith could discover the tiniest shred of confidence in his cooking and cleaning; his brother never chastised him over it. Ultimately, the actions were presumably his only method of assisting his family and perhaps his friends. He accomplished his chores daily, and occasionally when they were unnecessary, but Yves was frightened of forgetting a single job for his beloved brother; the man cared for him nowadays after the callous manner his mother shoved him away. When Zoraya mentioned somebody already being around to "clean", the amnesiac failed to notice the sarcasm. He always struggled to notice even the most sarcastic tones somebody could place into their voice. A small grin touched his face, the young wraith believing wholeheartedly that this mysterious Kaylie Silas was excellent with chores similar to him.
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"Really? Is she really nice like you?!" Yves inquired, excited over the idea of having a potential cleaning buddy.
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Acquiring friends was still difficult for the amnesiac on account of his shyness, but Zoraya's benevolence resulted in Yves being rather hopeful over the notion. He adored the prospect of gaining more people he could speak to; he even wondered if Phoenix or Gabe would be proud of him. They were the two most significant people in the amnesiac's life, thus their opinions were vital. The wraith would become broken should he discover his brother or precious crush possessed negative remarks about his actions or behaviours, although, he wondered if they thought he was too cowardly. Even mere memories or the thunderous sounds of gunshots resulted in Yves suddenly feeling an intense bout of fear overtake him and sometimes, he began bawling. There were rare occasions where he could recover, although, it was usually when his thoughts could be distracted from those haunting memories. Despite being shaken from his thoughts on his death, Yves kept his knees close, hugging them tight while he wished for Phoenix to suddenly materialize; he wanted to embrace him.
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Fortunately, notions of Heaven's splendour kept him distracted from the frightening truth. There were hopes that the gates would open, revealing the two locked dimensions for exploration by the willing. While Yves feared the concept of entering Hell, he was curious about the magnificent appearance of the prestigious Heaven. Quietly, he listened to Zoraya's words, eyes proceeding to remain locked with the ceiling.
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"... Do you think Akari will let hell species in again? ... Then Phoenix could come see too," Yves murmured.
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There was always hope the fights from the past would cease come the future, especially considering thousands of years had passed since the War of Traitors. Certainly, nobody could hold their anger for that long, or at least Yves believed nobody could. The wraith paused, suddenly fishing his phone from his pocket to check the time. Immediately, his eyes widened as a gasp escaped his mouth.
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"I better get home! I need to cook supper before my brother gets home," he stated hastily. "Thank-you, Zory!"
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Afterwards, he plucked his notebook and pencil from the pew while running his hands into the depths of his pockets; the wraith always feared the possibility of forgetting something. However, he wished to hurry home before his brother managed to arrive home and find the no food on the table.
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Awwww, my sweet little Yves will start blushing again. [break] @zory
A soft grin touched Yves' face when Zoraya stated she rarely got sick. Hearing the statement was reassuring to the young wraith considering he hated witnessing his friends or family fall victim to illness. Those were always upsetting circumstances to the white-haired man, although, should they occurred he was determined to place effort into assisting with their healing cycle. This would likely consist of accomplishing daily chores, cooking meals and generally visiting to avoid his sick friend becoming bored; when it arrived at doing benevolent things for a sick individual, Yves oftentimes stuck with the jobs expected of a housewife. He possessed better cooking and cleaning skills as opposed to anything else, even going lengths to enjoy doing the basic chores most people found rather boring. Those were simpler accomplishments which made the life of some individuals plenty easier as a result; it was one less worry on the mind. Furthermore, he consistently did housework in the small house him and his brother lived in to relieve a burden from Gabe's (Percival) shoulders.
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"Still, I can come help! I could clean or cook to make you feel better, then you don't have to worry about," Yves stated cheerfully. "I am really good at that."
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Despite cleaning being a basic chore taught to a majority of people, Yves possessed a certain pride about his capabilities in it; supposedly, his self-conscious fears of doing something wrong fueled a desire for perfection somewhere. While he was oddly disorganized, he could easily clean and cook for others. There was always a peculiar trance which consumed Yves' consciousness whenever his thoughts drifted towards his ambiguous death years ago. The trembling of his hands proceeded, the loud gunshot repeating consistently in his head on an endless loop as his thoughts reminded him of his last moments. Eventually, it drifted to the morgue where he was trapped in that frightening metal box where cold surrounded him, stinging his freshly awakened body. The question was left unanswered, the amnesiac jumping when Zoraya's hand softly touched his shoulder, a quiet gasp escaping his mouth. His hands balled, coming to his chest as his gaze shifted towards the dark-haired woman he was in the company of, his body relaxing afterwards.
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Slowly, his arms lowered as his expression softened to soothed, dropping any notes of fear which touched. These were rare occasions, but nonetheless, Yves struggled to converse over the incident.
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"I'm fine," he murmured quietly. "... I wish Phoenix was here..."
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He glanced away after providing the few words, eyes locking on the floor of the cathedral. There was a desire for Phoenix's comfort, to hide in his embrace and feel the calming effects of his company. There was silence for a few moments until their conversation about Heaven began, the wraith endlessly curious about the location. The description Zoraya provided of the beautiful dimension resulted in the white-haired man's eyes glancing towards the high-ceiling of the cathedral.
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"Zoraya? Can... can we see Heaven one day?" He inquired in a soft tone.
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Despite the frightful occurrences of the War of Traitors, Yves still desired to walk the paths of Heavens and explore its marvellous splendour. The wraith hoped that should Heaven open its doors, that they allow Hell species to enter so he could tour around with his precious hellhound friend, Phoenix.
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No worries! I don't mind having to wait! c: *hugs back* Besides, I was bad and forgot to add this one to my list. ^^' [break] @zory
There was an alluring aspect to learning about Akari for Yves, considering the goddess appeared to be rather interesting. She was definitely somebody to research should time arrive for a possible paper analysis on his learning in terms of the War of Traitors. Alas, there were still frightful elements to Akari considering her affiliations, the naive wraith believed if she returned everything would be fine; Zoraya assured him. When he inquired about the possibility of the war proceeding after thousands of years of being dormant, her verdict was no. Naturally, the gullible man refused to question Zoraya’s explanation when she stated Akari and Volos would not go to war. Thus, the white-haired man’s thoughts delved into what Akari would be like considering the stories told about her; the ones Zoraya informed him of. A broad grin stretched across Yves' lips as the dark-haired woman stated she was glad to not have fallen ill. She was among the more pleasant to interact with and considering her willingness to teach him, Yves wished her only positivity.
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There was a pause as Yves glanced towards his lap before his grin widened, eyes beaming joyfully as his gaze flitted back to Zoraya. Should she get sick, there was something he could do to repay the kindness she displayed.
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"Zory, if you ever get sick, I promise I will come to visit you and make you feel better," he gleefully promised before giggling. "I can bring stories of Akari so you can laugh at some."
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The grin remained prominent on Yves' face, the young man swinging his feet while he sat on the pew, making his excitement evident. There was a child-likeness to his actions, the youthful smile alongside the cheerful kicking of his feet; he was obviously enjoying Zoraya's company. These moments were rarely quickly developed, but the woman's benevolence allowed Yves to hastily find comfort around her. The inquiry about his educational assistant caused the wraith's motions to slow until his legs remained still as he thought about the woman who helped him with his studies.
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"Mrs. Kordat? She's really nice and helps me with my work... since... the... um..." Suddenly, Yves' voice silenced as subtle quiver engulfed the white-haired man.
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There was a bang, then darkness, then monotone, until finally, he breathed again. Those memories, brief and vague always brought pangs of fear in Yves mind. Merely thinking about the loud bang of fire and metal accompanied by a chorus of screams resulted in his hairs standing on end while his hands shook. An extensive breath escaped the wraith's lips as he slowly wrapped his arms around himself, his knees coming up to balance on the edge of the pew. He hated thinking about the thunderous noise of gunfire with those shrill, frightened screams. As sound dissipated and sound enveloped the cathedral, Yves spared the minutes to soothe himself. Quietly, he rubbed the upper portions of his arms while he proceeded taking deep breaths in before slowly releasing them; the method was taught to assist Yves in socially stressful situations. The white-haired man searched the interior, attempting to find something calming to fixate on until Zoraya spoke another question. Briefly, Yves' eyes flitted towards her before his gaze gradually trailed up to the cathedral ceiling.
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"... You mean in Heaven?" He inquired quietly. "... Yeah... I wonder what it could look like now and what everyone is like."
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The thought was endearing to ponder considering the description of Heaven from the days prior to the War of Traitors. A graceful city in a dimension of clouds and floating islands. The entire place was bathed in light and beauty, some nymphs and shifters claiming Heaven to have gorgeous forests; facts passed down through their family. The descriptions resulted in Yves hoping perhaps one day, he would gain the opportunity to visit Heaven.
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There were numerous times where Yves' naivety displayed itself over the course of a single day. After losing a plethora of his earliest memories, the amnesiac was vulnerable and gullible, resulting in him easily getting the wrong impression, being tricked or created difficult in basic comprehension on occasion. The ramifications of losing the entirety of his memories left the white-haired wraith confused, frightened and struggling through life, furthermore, the lurking shadow of the war between Zeredah and the TRS brought fears into daily living. Due to the effects of amnesia, Yves' judgement occasionally became cloudy with naive thoughts of unnecessary and misplaced concern. These new connections were important to the wraith, their significance being evident with the intense care he placed for even mere acquaintances. Relief crossed the amnesiac's expression when Zoraya stated everything was alright and she was accomplishing the poses to spark laughter. These were the moments where his fretting went beyond. Sarcasm tended to get similar responses, Yves lacking the ability to detect it unless somebody else managed to point it out.
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A soft smile breached the wraith's face when Zoraya began laughing, small giggles escaping his lips. The dark-haired woman was interesting and amusing for the amnesiac.
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"Yeah, they are," his quiet voice responded. "I'm glad you aren't sick though."
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The explanation provided about the varying poses throughout the churches in the world were definitely interesting to the young wraith. There was a moment to imagine the more humourous alongside the grand statues displaying Akari in all her excellence. In the fictionally shows Yves watched, there were poses captured of great heroes, thus he imagined the Goddess of Heaven displaying those heroic poses. A chivalrous pose as locks of hair fell over her shoulders, the goddess standing tall on a block of stone while her wings stretched out towards the sky. Her face would be stern, her hands softly resting on the pommel of a sword while the tip remained buried into the ground. She would be a gloriously standing above citizens, her pose demanding authority and realistic as though she could suddenly move- the wraith's imagination was interrupted when Zoraya spoke. There was a slight jump when Yves returned to reality, his red eyes glancing towards his company before providing a small, sheepish smile.
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"I think so... I am just trying to get ahead in my study," Yves' voice maintained a soft bashfulness. "I want to impress my educational assistant."
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The wraith remained unaware of the possible thoughts he could create by mentioning educational assistant in a sentence formulated to make them sound like the teacher. In Yves' eyes, the EA frequently possessed the role of teacher considering they taught the material and worked towards mending his education. They wanted him to remember, or to provide the tools needed to survive in the real world, although, they tended to assist those who struggled with the material. While they would occasionally be seen answering questions around the classroom, another purpose was to fetch students who needed assistance with the material for varying reasons; medical or otherwise.
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There was excitement in the personal study Yves conducted in an attempt to impress his educational assistant, albeit, with some alterations to another sobbing incident. Due to his naive and gullible nature, it proceeded to work smoothly as they conversed; the white-haired man was never commended for having expansive intellect. While his problem-solving capabilities were rather average, his forgetfulness made tests difficult; only tasks related to chores truly remained undying in Yves' faulty memory after accomplishing them for endless days. The dark-haired angel's company made the procedure enjoyable for the young wraith. Her seemingly neverending kindness during their initial resulted in Yves discovering comfort. These were the behaviours the amnesiac to place his trust hastily with Zoraya who could hopefully maintain pure intentions. A soft smile remained on Yves' face as he thought about cheerfully informing Phoenix and Gabe about the kindly woman he met in the cathedral. The uttering of his name earned the young wraith's attention, his grey eyes staring through the red contact lenses at Zoraya. When her arms suddenly went into the air as a panicked expression touched her features, Yves gasped.
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The gullible young man immediately wondered if perhaps he did something to perturb the benevolent woman, yet, the last sentence stated was a mere pondering. Minutes passed in silence, the wraith watching with a perplexed and slightly fearful expression.
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"... Zory? Are you okay?" Yves inquired. "Do you need a doctor?! The hospital in nearby, I can take you there!"
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The young wraith hastily flung himself into concern, his thoughts believing an ailment managed to plague Zoraya during their conversation. Before Yves could move to get assistance until the explanation was provided. There was a pause before the corners of his lips twitched up into a smile, a small giggle leaving his throat. The notion of Akari being chased by a boar was an amusing idea. When poked, the wraith glanced back towards his company while she proceeded to make jokes about Akari and her hunting habits. Another series of small giggles escaped Yves' mouth, the white-haired man slightly less amused by the notion.
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"Is that one of the poses?" He asked with a giggle.
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Should there be a similar pose, the wraith desired to search up the statue for a curious peek. Everything about the idea amused him, thus Yves' curious piqued towards the possibility.
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xD Yves thinks she was sick or something. [break] @zory
A broad grin was plastered on Yves’ face as he stared at the carefully etched words written in grey led. There was a limited amount of skills the young wraith possessed after the incident, but fortunately, he was granted with a beautiful writing. Countless times had resulted in a pleasant compliment being provided by his educational assistant, thus the white-haired man felt a hint of pride over his capability. After a few moments, Yves' attention returned to Zoraya, excitement beaming in his red eyes. The dark-haired woman's pleasant attitude made learning enjoyable for the young student keen on impressing his educational assistant. There were a plethora of reputable students Yves met at Lorsette College that insisted impressing the professors to be a significant task, although, the young wraith was merely being provided lessons to progress him to a high school education. The world had developed to require a high school education for a variety of jobs, making it a necessity to obtain or the individual would face future problems.
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The final conclusion was left entirely open because of Yves’ sensitivity to notions of war, violence and general gore; he could hardly watch an action movie without suddenly being frightened. Naivety and innocence painted the canvas of how the young wraith believed everything would turn out. He envisioned green fields and a more diplomatic pursuit of peace through conversation rather than the clashing of swords. The corners of Yves’ lips perked up higher at the notion since it meant Phoenix, his brother and everyone else would be safe. The pleasant ‘you’re welcome’ encouraged the white-haired man to proceed with asking questions since Zoraya appeared capable to answer them. There was a bountiful amount of information the dark-haired woman was providing about Akari. After a brief pause, the wraith giving a small frown when Zoraya stayed she could not remember. While Yves was saddened over his friend knowing the misfortune of forgetfulness considering it could be a hefty burden.
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After a few moments, the wraith’s expression brightened when Zoraya suddenly claimed she remembered. Gleefully, Yves began carefully taking down the notes as the dark-haired woman provided information about the statues.
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“I wonder how many poses she has,” Yves murmured quietly as he wrote.
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The young man doubted Zoraya would have a proper answer, which was understandable. Thus, the notion was left as a curious pondering as Yves fantasized over the variety of poses the god had been given.
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The darkened thoughts from an overactive imagination were promptly soothed, allowing for Yves to display a small smile, albeit, sheepish from his forgetfulness. Only a few minutes prior had Zoraya provided information about the goddess, Akari, which could assist in his lessons about prior to the War of Traitors. Gathering knowledge about the gods and managing to remember it was required in these types of situations, especially since it provided Yves with the opportunity to impress his educational assistant. The notion of accomplishing the prestigious task of impressing an intellectual mind was exciting to Yves. While the wraith was not completely ignorant, he still possessed difficulty in learning after his death. Amnesia had set him behind his peers and the settling anxiety of never catching up always worsened the issue. History was fairly simple, fortunately, although, he especially struggled in subjects like math where remembering certain formulas was significant. When Zoraya politely repeated herself, Yves began neatly printing sentences onto the notepad.
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Each letter was delicately written, the white-haired man taking additional care to assure his writing was legible. A broad grin touched his lips once everything was written down, the young man pleased with the capability of his printing.
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“Thank-you,” he murmured softly.
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There was a pause as Yves glanced towards the statue. The divine goddess’ likeness was carved into stone, beautiful and detailed. Carefully, the wraith set his notepad and pencil onto his lap before fishing his phone out of his pocket to take a picture. He took an amateur photo, but nonetheless grinned in delight after bringing up the statue. After a few moments, he glanced around curiously at their location.
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“Do most churches to Akari look like this?” Yves inquired.
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Never had the young man travelled beyond Lorsette’s borders since his amnesia. At home, he occupied himself with chores and homework and seldom researched anything not related to the topics. It left his mind void of experience, making the young man both naive and impressionable.
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Awesome! It's all good if you were busy though. c: [break] @zory
There was a pause before their arms wrapped around one another, Yves finding comfort in the warm embrace. A friendly hug went miles to encourage a calm atmosphere inside the stone walls of the cathedral. The wraith embraced her tightly, breath slowly soothing from the close proximity and pleasant nature of the hug. There was a sanction in Zoraya's arms, the white-haired man finding purely comfort while he hugged the young woman. It was different from the numerous times Yves managed to gain the nerve to hug Phoenix, the closeness featured in those hugs oftentimes causing his heart to flutter wildly. This moment was a pair of acquaintances sharing hugs to comfort one another from the frightful speculation of the War of Traitors returning, or to Yves' belief at least. There was a mild awkwardness to the hug, the wraith's rather tall height resulting in a somewhat awkward hug, however, these types of embraces were frequent for Yves since Phoenix was shorter than him; after clinging to Phoenix since meeting him, Yves had long grown adjusted to these strange hugs.
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A silence settled while they embraced, the young wraith shortly finding comfort. When the quiet was broken by Zoraya, Yves glanced towards her with wide eyes. The supportive nature of the comment surprised the young man, nobody had ever referred to him as a strong individual; most pointed out his naivety as a weakness. The corners of Yves' lips twitched into a smile, the young wraith tightening the friendly embrace. This woman was sweeter than expected, the white-haired man appreciating the compliment, his lips maintaining a lip-tight grin.
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"Thank-you, Zoraya," he murmured softly.
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A few minutes passed until both parties withdrew from the hug, Yves jovially grinning. Inquiries proceeded, the young wraith glancing around until his eyes passed over the notebook and pencil clutched tightly in his hands. The white-haired man's eyes widened as he flipped open the notepad, his notes lacking from when he held Zoraya's hand throughout their walk. He stared at the white sheet of paper, eyes fixating on the spaces between the lines as he attempted to think of what needed to be written, although, his memory was against him.
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"Um... Zoraya? What did you say before about Akari? ... and what she was like," he mumbled softly, ashamed of his forgetful nature.
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There were plenty of moments where Yves got distracted and forgot necessary information which resulted in a handful of shameful moments where he struggled to remember exactly what he was doing. He wished he wrote everything he needed to know down in a book...
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Soothing words were always effective on Yves, his naivety and gullible nature causing him to easily believe a stranger who merely stated everything would be alright. Fortunately, this made it easier for others to calm the emotional young man but also left him an easy victim to more sinister intentions. There was comfort sitting beside Zoraya and hearing her soft voice reassure him that everything would be alright. It resulted in the crying dissipating with the exception of the occasionally congested hiccup that escaped his mouth. A series of sniffles proceeded, the wraith continuing the wipe the liquid off his cheeks, leaving small tear stains on the sleeves of his sweater. There was still redness on his cheeks from the amount of crying he performed moments prior, but gradually he recovered. Extensive and slow breaths shakily left Yves' mouth as he attempted to calm himself further, still quietly listening to the words the dark-haired woman provided. The gentle patting on his shoulder, friendly smiles and kind words were soothing to Yves as he calmed from his momentary upset. The statement towards it merely being speculation and fate being against a possible second War of Traitors easily soothed him.
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A few small nods acted as Yves' response to the information, a weak smile touching his lips as he attempted to cease Zoraya's worrying about him. Silence arrived a few moments afterwards, the bashful young man frightened to break it. It proceeded for minutes, the wraith wondering if Zoraya no longer desired his company because of his fragile emotional state. Before he could create a hastily made response to leave, a question entered the air, Yves beaming at the offer. The offer was a comforting hug, which was always endearing to the white-haired man, the small smile providing further comfort.
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"If... if it is okay with you," he murmured softly.
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Afterwards, the wraith inched closer to the dark-haired woman, prepared to be provided with a friendly hug. There were no thoughts taken to possible romantic implications, Yves' naivety never reaching those possible conclusions. Either way, the bashful man enjoyed Zoraya's company on account of her pleasantly kind demeanour and abilities to reassure him. Perhaps if they became friends, he could possibly request advice or simply have days where he left home rather than spending hours slowly doing chores in a desperate attempt to not run out of things to do.
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Good! Love the shy boy and he will cling to you! No worries though, he has Phoenix to protect him. <3 [break] @zory
Unfortunately, Yves was always renown for crying, warm tears trickling from his eyes. They slowly rolled down his pale cheeks as he attempted to fight the urge to cry. The struggle between himself and his emotions was always a losing battle, the wraith ending up a victim in tears. These moments were beyond frequent for the sensitive and emotional soul. Tears continued to slide down the young man’s face, sniffles becoming more frequent as he faced the frightful thoughts of the gods returning. Chaos bringing havoc to an already divided, war consumed world as people picked their sides, most fighting by the side of their god. Would he perhaps be forced to separate from his older brother or precious crush? There was nobody Yves knew that shared being an undead species, suggesting the possibility of being stranded alone while war raged on. The wraith maintained his vice grip as he began to hiccup and whine, the crying managing to hit full force. He feared to lose those significant people who he grew to love as they supported him after the misfortune of memory loss. Furthermore, Yves was terrified of the concept of having to fight in the vicious war between gods.
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The educational assistant informed him about the war’s brutality and unpleasant nature, leaving an intense bout of fear. There was a grip on his shoulders, the soft words of Zoraya managed to reach the amnesiac’s ears. Slowly, he lifted his head to gaze at the angel, tears still trickling down his reddened cheeks. The woman was a blurry image, his watery eyes obscuring her figure and making it difficult to see. A slow nod acted as his response, Yves allowing the dark-haired blur to led him towards the pews with a gentle tug, instructing him to sit. As usual, the white-haired man glanced away as he continued to sob, his whining becoming congested. A soft tap followed by a command in a soothing voice earned the wraith's attention, his tear-filled eyes soon returning to Zoraya. Reassuring words were stated, the angel soon assisting it was merely speculation while she gently tapped his shoulder. The white-haired man hid his hands away into the depth of his sleeves, wiping some of the tears while he continued his congested hiccuping.
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"It... it w-won't?" He inquired in a congested mumble.
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Being a rather naive soul, Yves thought that Zoraya genuinely believed war to be an unlikely situation should the gods return. Fooling the young amnesiac was unfortunately easy, the young man being extremely gullible. As a result, he believed this pleasant, kind angel was certainly telling the truth. After a few moments, he managed to wipe away the tears, leaving splotches on his sleeves while he continued to sniffle.
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He will be so blushy and squished with the power of affection. <3 Also, sorry Zory, my boy is a bit of a crybaby. [break] @zory
Self-confidence occasionally became necessary for people to accomplish a day's tasks for it brought reassurance and calmness to one's mind. Unfortunately, Yves was void of such luxuries, instead feeling the bane of anxieties and self-conscious on the daily. It remained the reason why the bashful wraith desired to hold hands with those around him since it brought a sensation of comfort. There were few things that steadied his cowardice towards social situations and truly frightening scenarios, hand holding becoming one of those easily accessed actions to assist his oftentimes nervous mind. Frequently, he would remain by somebody's side, whether it be Gabe, Phoenix, his education assistant, doctors and others who did not mind his rather clingy tendencies. He could hide behind them or receive emotional support to accomplish the objectives of the day; they were soothing to the amnesiac. Despite only recently meeting Zoraya, Yves was starting to gain a clinginess to the polite woman who granted him permission to his calming grace.
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The pleasantness of her smiles, the benevolence she displayed and her willingness to assist him already made Yves think highly of the dark-haired woman. Rarely, would he receive opportunities to positively interact with somebody, although, the amnesiac was renown for being naive. All the white-haired man was aware of was Zoraya's extreme kindness, even granting him with information he could use. Unfortunately, the uncertainty she held in regards to Akari attacking again frightened the wraith, his cowardly nature causing a tremble to enter his bones. Violence was always a terrifying topic to the young amnesiac, thus he squeezed Zoraya's hand.
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"Th-that would be scary," he mumbled in a quiet voice, barely audible.
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A fearful expression touched his face, his eyes being wide while the corners of his mouth stretched back slightly. Despite the lack of danger in the instance, the wraith's heart began beating rapidly as he glanced around, wishing for Phoenix's presence. Being embraced by his crush was always a calming experience, the sound of the hellhound's heartbeat as he would hopefully be informed everything would be alright. Unfortunately, he was alone with Zoraya, who he had merely met a few moments ago in the cathedral. The white-haired man's other hand clutched tightly to his notepad, scrunching up the paper while he stared towards the stature of Akari. Concerns of the future swirled in his head, Yves glancing back towards the tiles as he resisted the urge to allow his fear to make him emotional; he was horrible for crying when scared. The slightest hint of water touched the corners of his eyes, Yves' nose becoming runnier as he attempted to calm himself.
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You will make my bashful boy blush so much in surprise. <3 He does not know what to do in hugs. [break] @zory
Calmness and reassurance transcended over Yves when Zoraya permitted him to hold her hand. The action of hand-holding always soothes the wraith’s frantic nerves, especially holding his brother’s or Phoenix’s hand. There was simply nothing better than gaining the opportunity to firmly grasp the hand of another individual. It reminded the young amnesiac that somebody was there and brought the sensation of everything being alright; the lingering pessimism was fought off for the time being. Quietly, Yves followed behind Zoraya, content when he received permission to hold her hand. The tall walls and high ceilings appeared less menacing as he kept a tight grip on the angel’s hand. While he held her hand, his eyes would curiously wander around the interior of the cathedral. There was a subtle warmth in holding hands, the shy man enjoying the comfort. The familiar feeling of somebody leading him via hand holding, the calming sensation of warmth and reassurance of somebody leading him through the huge building.
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When the woman gently informed him of what to do should he require anything, Yves nodded in response, although, he preferred not to disrupt Zoraya’s lesson. There were no thoughts taken towards possible demands, the man quietly accepting the angel’s willingness to volunteer herself as a tour guide. As the silence drifted over them in response to his question, Yves continued to quietly stare, clenching the small notepad in his hand; notes were forgotten in favour of holding the stranger’s hand. His desires to social comfort frequently accomplished this, the young man having a child-like bashfulness. The answer to his inquiry was a mild concern, Yves’ eyes returning to Zoraya as he trembled slightly. Akari was one of the gods who instigated the War of Traitors, a devastating brawl between Heaven and Hell. The limited knowledge Yves obtained reminded him on how much his teacher emphasized the brutal nature of the war.
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“W-would she hurt us? … If she g-got out? The young man asked nervously.
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The innocent smile that stretched onto Zoraya’s lips was only mildly soothing to the fretting wraith. The war between the TRS and Assembly of Phantoms already frightened the bashful man, thus notions of a possible return of Akari and the heinous war from thousands of years ago thoroughly frightened him. Once again, Yves wished Phoenix was around so he could hug him and gain comfort. Unfortunately, his crush was currently not around, the wraith presuming that Phoenix was busy.
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Oh no, my bashful boy will be blushing red. But he likes hugs at least. <3 [break] @zory
There was a pleasant gentleness to Zoraya’s voice and actions that surprised Yves. While the young wraith was not unfamiliar with those reactions, he usually assumed the worst because of his pessimistic shyness and lack of confidence. Oftentimes he believed people would brush him off as a burden and refuse to provide assistance should he require it. There was also the haunting incident involving the unfortunate woman he forgotten and the anger which followed. The poor boy never intended to infuriate others, and his cowardly nature made it difficult for him to befriend others without fearing a possible outburst. The soft handshake was pleasant, the wraith’s eyes fixating on their hands connecting to form the alternative greeting. There was always a delight in holding another individual’s hand for Yves. The soft warmth, reassuring firmness and proof of somebody being beside him always brought joy to the young wraiths day. When the woman complimented his name, red touched Yves’ cheeks as he bashfully glanced away. Being a rather shy individual, the white-haired man was not well-adjusted to compliments. While Phoenix usually provided him, Yves rarely received flattery from strangers and always got lost on how to return the kindness.
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“Z-zoraya is a... pretty name too,” he responded quietly. “Can... can I keep holding your hand?... Please”
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The final sentence arrived in a plea, the young wraith desiring the comfort of somebody holding his hand. It would be beyond incredible and would allow for the white-haired man to remain soothed while they walked about the large cathedral. At the mentioning of beginning the tour, Yves gave a small nod, his shyness resulting in a lack of vocal response. The white-haired man followed quietly, passively listening to everything the kindly woman stated. As Yves absorbed the information, he glanced around with curious eyes. When they arrived at the stature, the wraith stared up with wide eyes at the image of the beautiful goddess of Heaven. While the woman spoke, Yves continued staring towards the stature with curiosity.
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"Um... is there anything about... Akari?" Yves inquired bashfully.
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The concept of his school work lingered on his mind, the information about Akari being necessary to prove his understanding in re-education. While Yves was admittedly not the smartest individual, he still valued the grades in desperate attempt to complete his education.
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You would fluster poor shy boy. XD His shyness would be extra bashful.[break] @zory
There was always a cowardly nature to Yves' heart, thus the wraith found immense difficulty in conversing normally with the woman he discovered. Confidence was something the white-haired man lacked entirely, always resulting in a difficulty when it arrived at conversing with other individuals. Frequently, his sentences would become broken, stuttering garble for the other person to attempt to piece together. The bashful man's eyes remained locked with the floor, wishing he could have Phoenix's hand to hold while he talked with this stranger. While she appeared welcoming, the young amnesiac still found difficulty in mustering up the bravery to continue speaking. The man continued his staring contest with the floor, his heart rapidly beating in concern towards what could possibly happen. He feared the woman would decline or grow annoyed with his stumbly manner of speaking; he wished he could cling to Phoenix for comfort. Silently, he listened to the woman's footsteps echoing through the cathedral, his eyes glancing towards her for a fleeting moment before retreating.
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The question surprised him, hints of red blossoming on his cheeks as Yves became embarrassed over his own shyness. Another glance was taken, the white-haired man noticing the soft smile the stranger had.
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"I... I don't know," he mumbled bashfully.
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The woman continued to speak, relaxing him when she agreed to show him around the cathedral. When she offered her hand, Yves hesitantly took it, finding that usual comfort when he gained the opportunity to hold another person's hand. A name was offered as the woman, called Zoraya, declared herself as his tour guide for the cathedral. There was a pause as the wraith organized his thoughts until realizing he should reciprocate the action of providing a name.
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"Um... I... I'm Yves," he said quietly. "Th-thank-you..."
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Shortly, his eyes returned to floor shyly as he contemplated what he should say next. The bashful man was never adept in the social arts, his encounter with another woman who yelled at him for forgetting her making him timid. He brought the notepad close, carefully etching the name to assure he would not forget the name of this dark-haired woman.
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Oh no, Yves is not ready for that. XD He is too shy. lol The tag area is being funky, so I will just tag you here. :3[break] @zory
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