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TDM #3 OVERFLOW
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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. You’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity. After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation. If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your highrise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals. Oh, and one more thing. It's fucking cold. Better bundle up. |
 The LIEs Program has proven to be relentless in their search for the Deceit Gene by going to any length to push participants into sexual situations and contracts. It is clear now that the citizens of Duplicity support the LIEs Program. The ship, which docked in a powerless and empty city, has vanished back out to sea and as the fifteenth contract was signed, the lights have come back on. Duplicity is bustling again. In fact, it's as if nothing ever happened. If one was to ask they'd be met by either genuine or Oscar worthy confusion. The city was 'never' without power and daily life had never changed. Great, more bullshit. New arrivals are brought in the same way as they have in the past and that same, annoying, train tour is available the day after orientation. The city is in clean up mode. While the Up and the Down vary in levels of cleanliness, all of Duplicity is actively sprucing the place up. Fresh paint. Street cleaning. Those oh so satisfying pressure washers are out and about. There's a surprise visitor coming and Duplicity's government and the LIEs program are hasty to prepare. Duplicity needs your help! For every hour of cleaning, an Eternity Card usable for purchases by both Dominants and Submissives, will be loaded with twenty bucks. For every hour completed with a partner, it's thirty! |
 The day after stepping through the door and participating in orientation, LIERS are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park. The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning. |
 In preparation for the super mysterious visitor, Duplicity is asking for everyone to band together for a day of fundraising. As it is the kind thing to do, supporting local small businesses is the method of choice! Fifty percent of all proceeds will go to freshening up Duplicity, specifically the Down. Get out there and show those businesses some love. On showcase are The Naughty Persian, PECS, The 13th Step, the Arena, and: When you’re on the hunt, USE DEFRONT! Created by the enterprising scientists of FunDom, Defronting Solution is perfect for those situations when clothes are just in the way. This groundbreaking liquid formula is perfect for dissolving all types of fabric and leaving your partner deliciously undressed in the fastest way possible. Small amounts are being sampled today in Fiddler Square, presented in an easy to use water gun container! I am bold. I am sexy. I am a true force of nature. A healthy blend of beeswax, coconut oil, ginger, and ginseng root, Sugar Lips offers a wide variety of products sure to pack a punch. Staff are available to do areola color matching for that perfect nude shade. Chapstick, lip balm, lipstick, lip liners, exfoliants, and more. Try a free sample today! Uncap Your Kink. *Warning: Side effects may include intense arousal, hard nipples, abrupt erections, and insatiable lust. The perfect fit, the right fit, the only fit. Invented by an elderly Dominant and Submissive couple, Fildos are exactly what one might imagine them to be: portable dildos placed onto the fingers for immediate pleasure and satisfaction. At one of the many sample shops found throughout the Down, workers are happy to construct personalized Fildos right there on the spot. A mold of the buyer's fingers are taken, and within an hour, everything is ready. Individual Fildos are always sold in a set of 10. (And for those a little more adventurous, there are the occasional Tildo shops to be found as well.) |
Please read carefully. Dominant and Submissive TDM assignments: All characters twenty-five and older are Submissives. All characters twenty-four and under are Dominants. Characters with no canon age are Submissives. To use this TDM as a door pass please link this on your app and place whether it is dominant or submissive. Special shout out: Thank you to capturingeternity for the pre-loaded card that we mentioned above! Also, any locations throughout Duplicity are available for TDM prompts as well! Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
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Perhaps that's the problem. He didn't think it would be that bad. He didn't think, period.]
That day, if you hadn't taken that spear the way you did... everything might not have gone to shite.
[There's something bizarrely umbral about her tone, not so much high-strung or offended as it is defeated. There's no increase in volume, no variation in inflection; Irhya delivers the line like they were instead having a conversation about not jumping in the river if he didn't want to get his clothes wet.]
Dying is the easy part. You die, and maybe it hurts for a little bit, but then you don't have to be there to see everything fall apart. You don't have to hear the fruitless screaming and tears, you don't have to feel like someone plucked out a chunk of your heart and then dropped it into the abyss, and you definitely don't have to watch the person in question slowly warp and corrode from the inside out because gods fucking forbid we ever have anything nice to take away for ourselves at the end of the day.
[It's give and give and give until they are black and blue and dead on the inside like her. Not a Warrior of Light, he's convinced -- and maybe he's not wrong. She isn't... she can't be. Not anymore. But maybe that isn't so bad for something she never really wanted in the first place; not when the supposed fame and fortune isn't worth having to place herself in a lonely, lonely space somewhere between the mortal and the divine without ever quite managing either.
Irhya clenches her jaw hard, her tail stiffening into a near perfect line while her ears sit tight against her skull. When she opens her eyes again to glare at him, her face is flushed from the exertion, her features set in excruciating detail as the tears finally flow over with enough force that they don't so much trickle down her cheeks as glide smoothly to the edge of her jaw.]
Believe me or don't, it doesn't matter. I've had this conversation with you before, and I know how you're likely to react to it, because you reacted the very same before, too. But while I'm not familiar with any other Warriors of Light who might be here, having dealt with the selfsame tragedy, I already know the patterns... and I know that there is not a Haurchefant Greystone I've heard of that has survived that twilight hour.
...Such terrible irony. You had even told your father your shield would not break, surely just as a metaphor... and yet...
[She breathes out to calm herself, her lips moving into the outline of a bitter smile. By the way her hands are shaking, there's a lot of pent-up emotion there that she's holding at bay, whether it's the urge to latch onto him and bury her face and never let go, or the urge to shove her fist into his stupid beautiful face. Most likely both at once, and much more besides.
At least, she thinks, he'll probably never want to fuck her now no matter what situations this place throws them into, much less speak to her again. That is... what's best...
She bloodies her hands by battering on the bars of her cage the way she does, crying in despair for someone to listen. Was she imprisoned for the crime of pursuing her happiness, or the crime of having found it? Time passes; the cage decays; she decays... and things are ever the same.]
That is why I tried to drive you off. That is why I won't get attached again.
Satisfied?
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But it hurts like nothing he could ever imagine. The truth always does.
Each and every Warrior of Light suffers due to this sacrifice. The selfish desire in not wanting them hurt. Because their life was so valuable and precious that it must be protected. It had to be. And what if he had done nothing? Then what? It was the right thing to do and he knows this.
He will not regret saving the life of the Warrior of Light.
He does regret ever being so close. Because in the end that's what the problem is. It's not that he died for them. People died all the time for the hero of their realm. Few people actually loved them. Understood them. Could actually hear them when they spoke and even when they couldn't. And that is where he made his mistake.
Feelings should have never been allowed. He should not have pressed and offered and charmed his way into their heart. And it was selfish to do so...
Because as much as he gave to them he was also given something in return. They didn't see him as the bastard of House Fortemps. They didn't see a mistake or error. They saw him as a friend. They came to him when there was no one else. They cared for him as he did for them.
He loved them. He loved them with all that he was and all that he is. And in doing so he ruined them. His Warrior of Light is out there somewhere... a mess of tears and grief or... this. Hating him.
And that thought alone that they could loathe him for saving them forces him to lower his gaze from the Miqo'te before him. He presses a palm against his eye to stop any forming tears because they're certainly forming. But it would be most unbecoming to shed them so openly. And quite frankly he doesn't deserve t.. He has naught but himself to blame for all of this.
Is he satisfied? No... No, he wishes he and her never crossed paths. He wishes that what he always knew deep down wasn't dredged up in such an unkind way. And quite frankly... he wishes he had enough foresight to have kept a distance between the great hero and himself. If he had... Maybe they'd all be better off. The people that matter would be for certain.]
Yes... [His voice hardly louder than a whisper but he's at least pulled himself together a bit. Although anyone who knows Haurchefant to any great extent would know that he is not, far from it. There's always something off when there's a lack of a smile. When those eyes are turned downward. Francel would no it best and maybe even a particular Warrior of Light or two.] Yes. Most satisfied.
[Haurchefant takes a surprisingly steady step backwards. The shake in his voice being avoided, for now. But that won't be so successful come his next words.]
You only speak the truth... and I am truly sorry. Not for coming into your life but for having any kind of effect on it. That was, I can see now, a mistake to get so close. To allow you near me... You all would have been better off. All I can do is ask for your forgiveness...
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[If it were possible to slide a lance into her own heart right now, she'd happily do it if it would just make her stop running her mouth in spite of the protests of every other part of her. If her sword were instead a knife she could drive into her own damn throat to make herself shut up, the deathly silence would be the preferable alternative. These are the sickeningly sordid things within her that should never be allowed out, and yet now that the flood gates have opened, the words flow freely and she wants to die, but it all feels so hideously cathartic anyway.]
And if they still want for comfort, for the warmth you once gave them, then do me a favor and offer it to them, even if it's a hollow facsimile. There's no need to make everyone else suffer this way, and seeing you pitying yourself will only make that little seed of doubt start to grow in them, too.
[There is a brief hesitation, and then Irhya turns her back to him, hanging her head and crossing her arms again. It is fortunate, she thinks, because she's well on her way to dissolving into hysterical tears, and he's seen enough ugliness from her for an entire lifetime.]
I am not human anymore. It was never meant to be.
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Continue to comfort the Warriors of Light, she asks of him. That's... he intended to. And wanted to. It was only natural to do so. And he'd have continued to before this... Not anymore. Now that he knows. He can't. He's not sure how to speak to them and truthfully he has no right to be anywhere near them. But now he truly has something to pray for.
His Warrior of Light must never come here. Because if they are even a fraction like this Warrior here... There can be no peace. Only neverending guilt.]
Clearly... This and much more. And for your sake... I will not come near you again. You have my word. But I do hope you find peace... somehow.