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.
It had taken her a while to save up the money but in time Aurora had gotten together the funds in which to make proper grave stones for her parents. Not that she was one to be sentimental being that her father had abused her as a child after her mother had died, she had given him something nice if only to make the stone of her mother’s look respectable being next to it. she didn’t want people to know the truth or the fact that she had been the one to cause her father’s demise however she wanted to respect and cherish the memory of her mother and in doing so had to make the man she had once loved resting place just as nice as her own, if only for her mother’s sake. In the back of her mind she wondered if her mother was watching down from heaven and if so had her mother seen the horrible things her beloved husband had done to their only child? The memory of everything caused shivers down her spine and with a shake of her head Aurora decided that it was time to clean up around the stones and place the flowers she had brought for her mother.
It wasn’t much but she felt a bit better having cleaned the dead grass and lawn clippings from around the stones, removed the once live flowers and placed freshly new ones in their place as well as polished a bit of stone which looked warn and unappealing. Well not that a grave stone could actually look unappealing or something like that. Finishing the tasks she had set before herself Aurora sat down on the bench in front of the graves of her family, a hard wooden bench which had been suggested to be placed her by very persuasive words Lucien had offered the grounds keeper. The boy was thoughtful none the less and really Aurora couldn’t help but love him for just how much he fawned over her and took the time to take care of the little things like putting a bench out here for her to be alone with her thoughts.
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For the life of her, Belle wasn't really sure what had brought her to this part of town today. It wasn't exactly appealing any real way. Belle was neither religious or mournful at all.
She supposed, eventually, that it was simply because she's never been to this part of Selene in the last few months of her occupation of the Isle. Seeing everything would be a good tick off of the list. She didn't know why she necessarily needed to see the whole place, but she figured it would come in handy at some other point. But not today.
The last thing she expected to see was a young girl hanging about in a place like this. And she actually seemed to be invested in...doing something. Belle stood and watched her tend the grass around two new looking gravestones with interest. To say the least, Belle wasn't herself very sentimental about anything. Her own mother was still back in England but Belle had simply said goodbye and been on her way, and Belle quickly carried on with her new 'life' elsewhere.
When the girl was done, Belle walked up rather silently. Not just anyone went out of their way too take care of a grave lot quite like she had. Something told Belle that this wasn't simply an act of kindness, not that Belle would know what that looked like. "This is no place for the living, is it?" Her voice chimed down from where the girl sat.
This would one of only a few ways. It was about time Belle started to acquaint herself with people.
Lucien seemed to be the only thing on her mind for the moment, to be honest the girl wasn’t sure how she had ended up with such a wonderful and caring guy. Well perhaps it was mostly due in fact to the tattoo to which they both shared both by organization and by their true paring. As she sat aurora found herself weary of her surrounds she had come to the graveyard more than once before this time and the only feelings she had ever stumbled upon were those of anger and possibly lonely spirits. However the feeling slowly turned into something more and she finally recognized, Aurora kept her body language simple while she waited for the first move to be made. However the blow was delivered by the sound of a young women’s voice echoing out into the air before her, clearly not something Aurora had been expecting as a small twitch jumped from her shoulders. “ this is no place for the living” the words spoke out from one that sounded so nave, Aurora scoffed and gave a small glance back to the young girl who had decided to sneak up on her (though she wasn’t sure it had been the girls plan all along).
She didn’t look like someone who was coming to visit that of a loved one, though people had come to walk the graveyard and enjoy the nature that surrounded all the death. “And yet everything here is actually alive, even though their bodies don’t move the bacteria within and on them still thrives, the ground around them still grows with passion. Honestly there is more life here then you realize”, it was true after all. Aurora hoped that the girl wouldn’t take that as a sign to make herself at home on the bench next to her, but Aurora knew better. This girl looked like the kind of dumb girl that Aurora had already pictured her to be. Though in most cases (well almost every case that was) Aurora tended to be wrong about the kind of person they actually were. “ visiting a loved one or are you one of those health nuts who likes to walk the graves cause its quiet and pretty up here?” not that she actually cared but getting the girl to answer a few questions would let Aurora know if the girl was really worth dealing with or not.
“personally I think that if you’re going to walk around here you should at least help take care of the grounds, you know tend to the lonely graves who might not have family left to tend to them” Maybe this one would be the type that hated to clean and would be horribly offended by the idea of being forced to clean well anything at all. Perhaps it was just the fact that Aurora really hated people or maybe she had found herself so bored that picking on this girl would make her feel better?
Belle grinned. She liked her spunk. "I suppose that's a...better way of looking at things." The red-headed turned her view out towards the rest of the graveyard. It appeared Belle made a mental note. She'd never tried bacteria before. The result might be interesting. Printmaking for this once, perhaps. It had been a while since Belle's hands had gotten truly dirty in her work. Print ink stayed with you until it decided to leave.
"No. I'm still kind of new around. This area was the one place I hadn't visited for lack of a reason to. Getting a sense of the land isn't quite a good enough excuse though, is it?." This girl had an air about her that was odd. A powerful naivety, but power was there in an altogether different term. Not too different from her, she thought, given the right situation the urge to judge whole flocks of people was what she did, very simply. It was what she'd always done. But that wasn't going to chance too easily.
This place was quiet. It did feel dead, but the girl was right, really. There was more going on that most cared to realize. Life wasn't about when you were born and when you died. "I'm not one to care much for the dead." Belle started, going out on a limb "Maybe that's because I don't have any dead people, or because I don't think a corpse is the person you loved. Or hated. Just food for something else you wouldn't call your parents." She sighed. "Come back in twenty years and that might be different, though." Her Mum. Belle would certainly be sad when she went. But there was only one way to find out how a person truly felt about the dead. Or what, if anything, came after it.
"You look too young to have these. But anyone below my age is too young to have these..." There was a somber tone in her voice that was almost sympathetic. Like while she didn't care herself about death or dead people, she didn't feel anyone 'before their time' should have lost anything so important. People were important. "Or maybe you hated them. Maybe they aren't even yours at all and, like you said, you're just taking care of them."
"But few graves have benches next to them that look so new."
