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","ayab-text"] Ziya blinked at her father, not quite sure how to respond for a moment. He seemed so calm and rational, even though what he was saying made no sense. He was supposed to be the one that believed her when she was telling the truth, whether that truth was good or bad. “I told a lot of puns this morning. You really think that’s the one I would chose to paint?” she scoffed incredulously. “Dad, I’m not lying! No one put me up to it because I didn’t do it. In fact, I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong today at all. I went to all of my classes, well before they dragged me down here anyway, and I even paid attention to what they were saying. All I wanted was lunch and now I’m in trouble? This is ridiculous!” [break][break] Anger was bubbling to the surface, swirling around and getting her nowhere. He wasn’t going to believe her. He thought she was a liar. He didn’t care about her thoughts. “Not that what I say matters to you, I guess.” she huffed, then began walking faster past Adonai. She’d started to feel claustrophobic in that cell and the sensation was coming back. She was trapped in this police station where nothing made sense and she wanted out. She also didn’t want her father to see the tears that had started prickling at her eyes. He’d probably just assume she was trying to deceive him more or something. [break][break] People were watching her. She could tell without looking around. She’d started getting upset and they were watching her and she wanted to be away from them. She knew she should wait for her dad but she wasn’t certain she wanted to go with him either. He didn’t have any faith in her, and that hurt. Sure, she crossed several lines on an almost daily basis, but she was always blatantly honest about what she did. She wouldn’t lie to try to cover for herself. And she definitely wouldn’t start lying when she was already backed into a corner with so much supposed evidence against her.
[attr="class","ayab-text"]When Ziya saw her father's face she knew things most certainly weren't alright. He was disappointed. She hated it when he was disappointed. She'd rather he be angry with her. At least she'd know how to handle that. She'd be in trouble and then it would go away with time as long as she didn't repeat her mistake. But disappointment was different. Disappointment meant she had to prove herself for the future. Even if she knew it was misplaced, it weighed down on her. [break][break] He motioned for her to follow, but she didn't move right away. Suddenly the dread in her stomach had been replaced by anger flowing like a venom through her veins. He thought she was lying. The very idea of her father not trusting her to be honest hurt like a physical ache in her chest. She almost wished she was lying so there was a reason for the shame that washed over her. It wasn't fair. She didn't understand why he believed the officers over his own daughter, especially when she'd made a point of mostly avoiding lies. [break][break]
"You already made up your mind not to believe me - that I'm guilty?" she asked incredulously. "How could you think I'd do that? Why do you think I'd do that? What reason could I possibly have to paint the side of a building during the time when I was allowed to be eating when I don't even like paint in the first place? I don't think I'd know how to use spray paint if I tried." She may have been making a scene with her raised voice, but Ziya didn't notice any gazes her outburst attracted. No one else here mattered. They were completely insignificant next to making her dad believe the truth. "I didn't do it. How can you not take my word for that?"
[attr="class","ayab-text"]Ziya nodded in response to her father then, realizing he couldn't pick up on that over the phone, said "Thank you. Love you too." Then she flipped her phone shut. She wasn't sure what to do now. Waiting had never been her strong suit. [break][break] Collywobbles formed in her stomach, chewing at her insides. This was one of the few times she knew she'd done something wrong. He should be yelling at her. Instead he was keeping his cool, which was almost worse. This had never happened to her before - a real accomplishment considering her reckless tendencies - and she didn't know what to expect. Had calling Adonai first even been the right move? If she'd gone to a friend she probably could have kept out of trouble. [break][break]
She brushed the thought away. It was too late to consider lying, and she'd never liked being dishonest anyway. She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes, determined to wait like that, but it only took a few minutes before she couldn't stand being still and began pacing around the cell. She hated being alone with her thoughts, and the place was surprisingly quiet. [break][break]
She wiped away the wetness that had formed in her eyes. She was pretty sure she would be alright if she had someone in here to talk to, and loneliness was no reason to be upset to the point of tears. Still, the walls felt too tight around her and she wanted out. It felt like she was in a cage. [break][break]
Maybe it would have been better if she could stop thinking. Her mind was always a whirlwind and when there was nothing to focus those thoughts on it could be unbearable. She huffed and sat down again. She'd been told about meditation on many occasions and, although she was almost certain it wouldn't work, now was better than most other times to give it a try. [break][break]
She pulled her knees up to her chest and tried to focus on her breathing. Of course, it took her all of five seconds before that was too mundane to bare. She wrapped her arms around her torso, noting how hungry she was. She really wished they'd at least let her get lunch before this. She frowned at the thought. She really ate a lot. Too much, some might say. She briefly wondered whether that was a problem, then brushed it aside. Thinking about food wouldn't make her any less hungry. She needed to focus on something else. [break][break]
She fixed her eyes on the stone walls, tracing the cracks and curves with her gaze and imagining the bumps created some sort of image. Her mind connected a few bumps into a laughing man near the edge of the stone. The line between the two stones had cracked him up. [break][break]
She managed to keep her mind occupied through the pun rabbit hole her mind went down, and she was still laughing to herself when footsteps approached. The officer that walked in looked at her like she was a bit crazy, bit she didn't pay that any mind. "Heya officer," she greeted with a smile. "What's up?" [break][break]
He didn't seem to return her enthusiasm. "Your father's here to pick you up," he responded gruffly, pulling out a ring of keys and shoving one into the door. [break][break]
"You don't sound awfully upset to see me go," she muttered with a wry smile, but the apprehension from before had returned. Whatever had stopped him from being mad at her earlier, whether it was setting or worry, was about to vanish. Nonetheless, she didn't waste a second stepping out of the cell. She never wanted to be here again. "Dad!" she grinned as soon as she saw Adonai. She rushed up to him but resisted the urge to hug him. She didn't know how much he'd been filled in yet or what he thought of this situation at all.
[attr="class","ayab-text"] Ziya frowned at the tone in her father’s voice. There was no question about it, he was pissed. Personally she thought that was a little unfair. It wasn’t like she’d been drinking or doing drugs or anything bad like that. She wasn’t even sure what they thought she was doing. They’d told her, but she thought it was ridiculous so she’d forgotten the specifics. [break][break] She did her best to keep silent through her father’s speech. For once she knew she was in trouble and she didn’t want to press her luck too much. ”I didn’t do anything!” Ziya argued when he was quiet. ”Its all... I don’t even know!” she groaned. None of this made sense to her. She felt like screaming or pounding on a wall, but she knew that wouldn’t really do anything. If anything it might get her in more trouble since these people seemed to be set off by any little thing. [break][break] She huffed a breath and tried again ”Its some sort of misunderstanding. I really did nothing wrong.” There was a bit of a whine in her voice and her eyes had started to water, but she didn’t notice. This was all so unfair. She had just wanted food and now her dad was mad at her. What she’d said was true too. If she’d actually done anything wrong she wouldn’t break the news by calling him at work. She’d get a friend to help her out and then ease him into the news later. She wasn’t completely irresponsible. [break][break] As the tears began to actually choke up her throat, Ziya felt the need to hug her father, but she couldn’t do that until he got here, saw she was completely innocent and the police were fools, and stopped being mad. She wiped the wetness away from her eyes and sat down on a hard, cold bench. ”I know I’m in trouble just please come? I’m scared.” she muttered.
[attr="class","ayab-text"]Ziyanda Blane had gotten into her fair share of trouble, and she didn't always understand why, but she knew that this was by far the worst. As she stood with the cool, smooth surface of a police phone in her hand, she wasn't sure what to do next. She was supposed to dial a number, but she didn't know whose. [break][break] It had all started during lunch. There wasn't anything good in the cafeteria so she'd decided to go off campus instead. Her path to a nearby store brought her through a back ally she'd passed through a million times. This time there was something different though. Words, spelled out in red and green paint. What do you call a fish with no eyes? Fsh!. A fish was painted in the background. She reached out curiously and touched the border between the red and green of the font. Unfortunately, it was still very wet and clung to her fingers. She wiped the paint on her pants and glanced around for whoever had done it. They had to still be nearby. [break][break] Then there was a sharp voice cutting through her thoughts and she turned to see a blue uniformed man. "You! Stop right there!" [break][break] Ziya smiled in what she thought was a very polite gesture. "Officer! Someone did this. Recently. You should go try to find out who." she said. She was just as curious to find out who as she was sure he was. They probably had different reasons though. He would want to arrest them while she just wanted to know who had such a good sense of humor. [break][break] "Don't mock me, kid. You're coming back to the station with me." he said coldly. His glare was unflinching and she had to wonder what, exactly, he meant. She glanced behind her, but there was no one else he could have been talking to. [break][break] Ziya's eyes widened as the officer stepped forward, cuffs in hand. "Me?" she asked, genuine shock in her voice. She reviewed her actions in her mind, but she was pretty sure she hadn't done anything wrong. [break][break] "Yes you. You literally have paint on you, and I'm not an idiot. Come on, easy way or hard way, it's up to you." She'd stayed quiet after that. It was uncharacteristic of her, but police officers scared her. Especially when they thought she was guilty. Words kept coming to the tip of her tongue, but something stopped them from coming out. The officer was unreasonable as it was. She didn't want to annoy him. [break][break] Now she was expected to call someone to pick her up and her mind had gone blank. She should have been in class. No one would help her no questions asked. If the big scary police guys were blaming her everyone would take their side. It wasn't like she had the best track record for knowing when she'd stepped in it. [break][break] Ziya took a deep breath and punched Adonai's number into the phone. He would be the toughest, but she was innocent. Once she convinced him of that, everyone else could just fall in line. If she could convince him. Surely she could. He wasn't unreasonable and he had to be able to see that. Still, as the phone rang she felt a gnawing in her stomach. [break][break] "Dad?" she said when the ringing stopped, her voice coming out in a whisper. She tried again. She wasn't known for faltering, and she wasn't going to start now. "I need you to listen to me all the way through before you say anything!" she said, voice a bit firmer now. "I need you to pick me up. I'm at the police station. I..." She shook her head and took another deep breath, not sure where to go from there. How could she pose this so she didn't look guilty? "I can't explain over the phone. But don't be mad! I didn't do anything wrong! A-and if I was lying I would have called someone else so really you should believe me and not be upset. I swear I'm really not in the wrong here! Well... the police guys think I am but it's not true! I just wanted food. Which I didn't get by the way! Can you bring a bag of pretzels or something?"
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[attr="class","ayab-text"]Ziya's heart sped as she realized that she might, in fact, be in imminent danger. She stumbled back as the object lunged at her, not quite processing as the beast itself was tripped by one of her aunt's branches and knocked out of the house. She blinked as she tried to process Oli's words. It still wasn't clear what that was, but it wasn't good. It couldn't have been good. Good things didn't attack teenage girls or get thrown out of her Aunt Oli's house. [break][break] Ziya blinked as Oli went on talking. Her mind was racing, still not understanding what was happening. Bad things weren't supposed to visit people's houses. That's where good things were supposed to go. Like friends. And food. And the internet. Not evil presents that attacked people. "B-but why did you invite it over in the first place?!" she sputtered. That had to be why it was there. Guests didn't randomly show up at houses, especially not mean ones. [break][break] Having come up with a satisfying enough explanation on her own, she followed her aunt into the living room and addressed the demand for a plan. She usually spent her time trying to lure people into conversation with her, not scare them away. Scaring people away meant they wouldn't be her friend. She wondered if the creepy present goblin would be her friend. Sure it leaped at her teeth first and she'd assumed the worst, but that didn't mean it had to be an evil creature. After all, some dogs liked to attack before they made friends but they still made the best cuddly adorable friends anyway. But Oli didn't seem to want her to make friends with it. For whatever reason she wanted them to get rid of the thing. [break][break] "A game plan, huh? Well if it was Hugo, showering it with puns would get it to go away pretty quick." she offered. Her older brother was probably the only person she'd ever actually tried to repel. He was family and she loved him, but he was also the one who tried to steal her food and stealing food was unacceptable. This beastie wasn't that rude, though. It would be mean to try to annoy it. It would probably be mean to keep referring to it as 'it' in her mind as well. "But Ebbie's not safeguarding food so that would just be a waste of puns." she added gently.
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[attr="class","ayab-text"]Ziya had spent the afternoon with some friends. She had been told to return straight home, but another thought occurred to her on the way back. At a seemingly random point she turned off the road into the wilderness near the edges of Lorsette. She didn’t really think through her decision, but she recognized the path to her aunt’s house and she was long overdue to pay the woman a visit. She’d come up with a number of new puns she had to try out for the Christmas season. It wasn’t like she was lying to her dads either. She was supposed to be spending time with friends and Oli was basically a friend. [break][break] She was going to have so much fun! She hadn't done much planning for this moment, but time spent with family was always fun! As she walked through the wooded area, her mind wandered to anything but her surroindings. She barely paid enough attention to her surroundings to keep her footing. It was a wonder her dads were so hesitant about her being out on her own. She could take care of herself perfectly well. She'd never once gotten herself kidnapped or killed, and she always made it home before dinner. Plus she didn't go wandering around for no reason. When she was out on her own she was almost always going to visit friends or to find something to eat. It just wasn't fair. [break][break] By the time her destination came into view she was nearly sulking over the matter, but it didn't take much for her to perk back up again. She barged into the house without noticing the wide-open door or the scene unfolding in the entrance of her aunt's home. "Auntie Oli, I was nearby and I figured you’d like my presents. Just don’t tell-" The words fell from her mouth, cut off as a mass of paper lept out at her. A small yelp fell from her lips as she jumped back. "OMG! Wh-what is that?!" she asked, large green eyes turning up to her aunt.
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