Hello, everyone! after dealing with real life and the other nonsense of living, panny and i have decided to bring back war of change. give a round of applause. we’ve worked through all of the information and hopefully improved coherency and cohesion; however, tell us if we missed something. eventually, we’ll announce an event to celebrate the re-opening, so look out for information on that. -RAIDNE, THE HEAD ADMIN
From the moonless night, screams of terror and fear resound, spreading across the world and infecting the masses; however, those sleepless nights occurred years ago. A new era began with the fires of war, and with no end in sight, the residents of Selene Isle trudge through life, basking in the momentary peace. Despite their prayers for continued monotony and peace, a storm brews, stirred to life by the continued presence of Rapture and Wraith. And as we set our sights on the seemingly peace laden isle, we must ask: how shall this tale end?
As the years passed, the number of true pairs increased; however, they continued to live in the shadows, catering to the whims of the mundane. Seven Moons kept watch over them all, instructing them and assisting them, but for many, the attitudes and ideals of the organization were smoldering, suffocating. With Seven Moons and the mundanes, they could not grasp the freedom, the power dangling before their eyes. In the beginning, rebellion was a dream, a fantasy, a figment—developed by the repressed and carried forward due to the nature of humanity. No one expected the call to sound, and no one expected the call to be answered. However, it happened.
light spilled across the clearing as the pastel haired sociopath pressed his back against the rugged bark of the aged tree. the uneven surface pressed against his frame, digging into the protective layer of clothing and acting as a support beam. birds chirped merrily overhead while dimitri attempted to reign in his desire to destroy and to devastate. images of a burning forest and the beautiful symphony of screams characterized his thoughts as he curled his fingers around his arms, fingernails sinking into the leather of his chosen garment. the object pressed against his form, weighing him down and acting as a deterrent for his wayward thoughts. his disguise remained incomplete; however, he awaited the appearance of his chosen companion, who would herald his transformation from assassin to father. pale lips curved into a lazy grin as he tipped his head back, allowing it to rest against the tree.
minutes ticked by slowly as the sun traveled across the sky, alluding to the passage of time. the mission drifted in and out of his conscious thoughts as the snapping of a twig reached his ears. soft chuckles escaped him as he pushed himself away from his chosen perch, and with a careful step forward, he gained the distance necessary to shed his protective garments. the leather jacket disappeared from his frame as he tossed the garment into the branches of the aged tree, watching in glee as the garment draped itself over a branch. a dark green shirt stretched over his chest, and the edges of the shirt remained hidden by the dark jeans that adorned the lower half of his body. bemusement colored his features as pale fingers reached to tug at the jeans. he rather loathed disguising himself as a plebeian.
another sharp crack echoed through the trees, dragging dimitri’s attention away from his attire. his head tipped to the side as his body froze, movement ceasing and breath remaining trapped within his unmoving lungs. with a reluctant sigh, he resumed his previous stance, but the anticipation evoked a nervous energy from the green haired sadist. jade green hued eyes narrowed as he lifted a hand toward his glasses, removing the black frames and sliding them into his pocket. despite the absence of his glasses, the world remained in crystal clear view. strands of blond hair caught his attention as he lifted his hands toward his pale green colored hair, carefully capturing the wayward locks and pulling them into a messy bun. greetings, valentine heiress, he drawled as the rubber band snapped into place around his hair. glad to see you located me. his hands dropped to his side, one instantly lifting into the air in a mockery of proper decorum. shall we venture into the circus? i hear they’ve put together quite a show.
tag: @rayne ▪ words: 467 ▪ ooc: hahaha... horrible start. i know. it'll get better. JUST THINK OF THE DEATHS WAITING FOR THEM.
"“Greetings to you too, dear Sin or should I call you ‘Daddy dearest’?”"
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Light danced as the setting sun bleed the skies into a shade of orange. Slowly the sun bid it’s final farewells for the day that long since gone to the governing hands of the ethereal moon as it hovered over in the skies. Looking out till its counterpart fled from its sight. It’s soft cooling touch cascading in soft lights upon the vast terrain. Trees grew in darker hue, as darkness began to descend turning the lush looking scenery into a scene of death silence.
Light filtered out of forest she traversed in, with the shadows she sped unseen through the darken forestry stopping only to settle down the large ribbon on the dress tailored to fit the scripted role she was to reenact upon a stage of unwillingly audience. She smirked at the thought, letting the dark laced smile crossed into a face that didn’t match it.
She was to be his daughter, or how she found this role to be amusing. Entertaining to a point the Valentine heiress actually agreed to this madness, in the behest of a favor well a favor from a favorite acquaintance is a hard thing to ignore. The moon shone down her path towards the lights fluttering overhead. Brightly colored lightning and catchy circus music hammered the final reality of the mission ahead of them. And she agreed to it, the insanity of it. But, thinking through it now. Sanity has long been a questionable existence within the fair haired child. She could see it now, growing in view within the dazzling perception of those blue hues. She blinked, eyes damping slightly from the sudden assault of those lights. She blinked it out, focusing on a quick leap towards she propelled her weight over the next one while swinging her arm on the branch as she did a quick summersault in the air, landing soundlessly on the next branch, she peered down.
She was approximately a few meters behind the green head whom she could see had his back lounging on the nearby sturdy tree. ’Seems daddy dearest went ahead of me...’ The blondette smirked internally. From the pits of her pocket her hand dipped itself in to rummage for a small pocket mirror she kept on her person at all times. The stage was set, and it was calling for the actors but a last minute costume change was needed for the actress who was about to star in this play. “Within the mirror...” She began a soft chant her gaze lingered upon her reflection as she continued. “I will the image to change...” Within the beck of a call the area around her pulse in a black and white field, the image shifted within the mirror her eyes closed as she envisioned the perfect look that would ensure the play’s success.
The image shifted, eyes turned to a pale forested green the face shifted into one matching a ten year old child, her hair shifted into twin pigtails tied within rose accented ribbons that matched the light pink and dark brown colored dress she wore and then the girl opened her eyes, reality around her broke, leaving the image within the mirror standing in the real world at the place of the young fair hair child. Rayne smirked, examining the image on the mirror. “Perfect...” Her soft voice whispered as she jumped down from her perch, landing on her two small feet she preceded to walk by foot towards the pastel headed sadist.
His body moved at the sound of her deliberately stepping onto a branch breaking it as her weight set it on the brittle object. Another crack as one went with the same fate as the other. Such a twisted minded child, her eye caught the movement of his arm. The light flap of the coat as it swung with the wind swished upon her ears as she neared the clearing. “Greetings to you too, dear Sin or should I call you ‘Daddy dearest’?” Chuckled the pastel headed young girl who stood in front of him. The beauty of illusions and disguises, combined. One can never go wrong. With a mock curtsy her lips curled into a childish ‘excited’ smile of a child wanting to see the circus “As you wish papa~” The child chirped and quickly clung to her ‘father’s’ arm.
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outfit I did say in all honesty I will FIND the perfect daughter look. And forgive the crappy post, rayne is being a finicky child.
the luminous moon struggled to gain prominence in the fading orange of the afternoon sky. dusk settled upon the world as the blonde hair morphed into turquoise hued strands, an emergence of rayne’s powers as a fighter and her creativity. a few stars existed, scattered across the darkening sky; however, dimitri lacked the capacity to care for the natural transition from day to night. no, he thrived during the night and lacked the ability to appreciate the scant hour between daylight and moonlight. rays of sunlight still danced upon the earth, diminishing in strength and presence with each ticking of the clock attached to his wrist. the device silently proclaimed the passage of time as he watched the young female approach his prone figure, overtaking the distance in an energetic stride that conveyed the personality chosen by the valentine heiress. her spunk remained despite the alteration in her appearance, and as her voice greeted his ears, the pastel haired man merely grinned, lifting an eyebrow and waiting for her miniature hand to grasp his proffered arm.
when her fingers wrapped around his arm, dimitri adopted a façade, destroying all noticeable emotions from his countenance and sketching a half hearted grin upon his features, and despite his older age, he did not display the rugged appearance associated with middle aged men. however, for his venture to the circus with rayne, he decided to forgo his usual endeavors and allowed his features to become tainted by the appearance of facial hair and by the deep shadows that appeared under his eyes. his sleep schedule remained erratic regardless of his impending assignments, but due to the unexpected emergence of his current mission, he forwent his usual three hour nap and decided to prepare his equipment for dealing with the imbeciles known as clowns. due to his decision, his physical attributes lacked the pristine quality that he prided himself of though the slight changes added to the plebeian aura that the task demanded.
after correcting his slumped posture, dimitri began leading the young female out of the forest, aiming for the lights and sounds of their destination. delighted laughter shattered the silence that threatened to consume them, for the greenette debated a suitable reply to her charming rendition of papa. the word elicited a mixture of emotions that he refused to tango with and that he did not desire to understand. you may refer to me as you will, he stated after several prolonged seconds of silence, his voice resounding over the squeals of joy that echoed through the trees. however, i need a name. some visitors may recognize the name of the valentine heiress, and as a man of russian descent, rayne simply… does not suit my potential daughter. with a wink directed as the young child, he stepped into the light of the flickering fire, which illuminated the route to the circus. and welcome to circus mystique—the location of our father-daughter date. with his free hand, he gestured toward the imposing wooden gate that acted as the entrance to the compound beyond.
The night was her beloved for she was its child. A being who relished the idea of roaming within the beautiful glow of mother moon being bathed in that soft luminescent light and surrounded by the encroaching shadows daring to bite at her feet. Such was the life Rayne yearned for. The same thing she had imbued into the fragmented parts of her sanity to love and adore was the power and dominance the night created upon the weak willed.
Dominance... the child held back a snicker as the word came to mind. It’s funny to think of such things in the presence of a person who shares the same love for dominance. It’s the feeling of seeing someone broken that drove into a passionate frenzy. Her twisted form of affection... for love it to be broken, the cherished one has to be in pain for love to be real. She hid the thoughts rampaging throughout her mind in the veil of a nod, listening as Dimitri spoke and catching the discomforted look that passed his face upon her calling him father.
This...is their role, father and daughter the feelings behind her words were just as empty but unseen unless you truly knew how this child tick, she was an actress yet...and a damn good one who can mend into so many roles at that. Almond shaped orbs squinted slightly at the bright lights, melodious upbeat music blasted all around them. All over were numerous others spectators waiting for the show, this was going to be troublesome but Rayne was prepared to handle crowd control should the need arise...a small dose of a special sleeping concoction in the air would handle them... their endlessly chatters droned out the symphonic melody of the circus music repeatedly playing on the background.
Stalls after stalls stood in their temporary place offering a vast amount of knick knack for passing tourist. Is it... out of the topic that a thought came to mind that at the same time this was the first time she set foot in a circus without having one of her parents drive her off because the night air became unbearable for her. She hid the winced formed from the brief vision of the past. Her eyes concentrated ahead of her. Taking note of the scene... Ironic that the person taking her into this was not even real family but beggars cant be choosers, her other ear followed through the man’s words. He was right, her name would simply not suffice but she had hoped Mitya to handle that part... but it seems she must to do as well. Wracking her brain, it went through her filter of names she read from years of expertise. It always helps to keep an internal index...you never know when the need for it pops up. Russian was not a language she fully expertise in albeit the child could speak it as well as to hold a conversation.
“Nadia... call me Nadia... ” She answered softly for only him to hear, after a brief paused looked back at him. Those small lips curled into demurred smile of a child excited at a prospect of a ‘date’ with her father. Not farther in she spotted something walking through the crowd. The figure seemed to hop around, dressed in colorful clothing her eyes trailed after until she finally noticed the paint colored façade of the clown holding an entire bouquet of balloon. Her eyebrow secretly rose as the clown hopped closer to them. Time for the act again...she forced out the instinctual grip a nervous shy child would do upon seeing the strange clown. It moved closer, offering a balloon at her with that still smile painted on its face.
“Ballooon for the cute girl Eyupp!” The man cackled, she casted a look at Dimitri, playing nervous as she smiled hesitantly before shyly accepting the balloon. Gods... this was making her sick to her stomach... And itching to peel that face off from that skull if the weirdness doesn’t stop here. And then the clown went on its way, skipping along to find more kids... By god...now she knew why clowns must be disliked. “That...was annoying.” The child mumbled.
