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.
the idea had occurred to him a few times already that night that he might be suffocating her with his own worry, but it wasn't something that he could really help. even now he felt a strong urge to ask about her ankle—how was it? had she turned it again on the way down?—but he bit his tongue. if she said she was okay, he would try to figure that she meant it, or at least that she didn't want it pressed.
yeah i did. you made a very soft landing pad.
nimat was glad it was as dark as it was; he knew she was teasing, but that didn't stop the heat from creeping up on his face. he could barely see anything, but he still found himself angling his eyes at the ground, hoping that by breaking the connection he could hide from the embarrassment. yeah— that had been a bold move. too bold. it was necessary, and he'd do it again, but it took on another dimension considering not five minutes ago he was thinking about the smell of her hair. breathe, nimat, breathe.
or maybe don't? he confused himself at first when he could practically smell it again, and he was even more confused when he realized it wasn't practically at all. she was moving closer—so slowly that he couldn't even perceive it—but he knew their arms hadn't been brushing before, and he was still in the stick-straight position he had been in for the past several minutes. breathe, nimat, breathe... he tried not to think about it. he tried really hard not to think about it. there could be any number of reasons for it, and he didn't want to assign it more value than it actually stood for.
yeah that sounds good.
he didn't speak, instead giving a small, satisfied grunt in confirmation. superb. when he got back, he might even let himself sleep (a thought he entertained happily now, but would certainly toss aside upon walking through the door to his apartment).
he had been tired when he had arrived here, but in the short amount of time that had passed, he was surprised just how much more exhausted he had become. in the past few /minutes/, even; after all of that adrenaline, he was realizing just how far he had to come down from it. that the frightening swing of their compartment had become a lulling rock wasn't helping him stay awake, either. in the dark like this it would be too easy to close his eyes and be carried off.
sorry this had to happen. seems like bad luck follows me huh?
nimat didn't pick up on the underlying melancholy that accompanied her words, but even so, he found himself shaking his head absentmindedly. "it's not your fault— nothing to do about it," he took a deep breath and went on to sigh, his tail again tapping out a barely audible rhythm in what space was left between them on the bench, "besides, if it's following anyone, it might be me."
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"it's not your fault— nothing to do about it. besides if it's following anyone, it might be me."
regel was quick to correct him. "absolutely not," the words came out perhaps too forceful, "i'm the reason we're on this thing anyway." she leaned closer to him, catching sight of his heavy backpack. "sorry. i really shouldn't have kept you. you must be busy tomorrow." their conversation's tone had taken a turn away from the light hearted one from earlier. not wanting to spend the time stuck in the air taking each other's blame, regel did the next best thing.
which, in retrospect, probably wasn't that great. feeling bold, she was close enough now that she could simply lean on nimat, shifting until she was comfortable against his side. he was warm. in such a position, the fatigue that she hadn't known had been creeping on her hit her full force. regel could feel her eyes drooping and she tried with all her might to fight it.
it occurred to her that this probably wasn't what nimat wanted. or maybe it was weird because they didn't really know each other yet. it felt like a worthy gamble. "sorry, uh, is this okay?" closing her eyes, her senses were filled with, well, nimat. it made her feel the most content she had in a long time.
his statement, though true enough, had been a joke more than anything, but the decisiveness of her reaction was enough to stun him. the way she continued to go on, it really did sound like she blamed herself for the entire situation somehow. it wasn't as though he hadn't totally agreed to what was supposed to be their evening, and neither of them could have predicted something like this would happen. even with this, it wasn't as though it was all bad.
sorry. i really shouldn't have kept you. you must be busy tomorrow.
unable to follow her line of sight in the dark, he wondered what had brought this thought to mind; she wasn't wrong, but he wouldn't be any more busy than he was any other day. busy or otherwise, he definitely didn't want her feeling bad for something as simple as keeping him company— even trapped at the top of a ferris wheel, he was having a better time than he would have been at home. he had intended to try to voice this—to say he was thrilled would be an understatement—but not for the first time of the night, he was cut off mid-thought.
the feeling of her slotting up against his side had caught him off guard so much that for the first several seconds he had to wonder what was even happening. even once it had occurred to him, he went on to doubt and rationalize it until she finally spoke up.
sorry, uh, is this okay?
he nodded excitedly, though she couldn't see it— it was okay. it was very okay. "y-yeah. definitely," he frustrated himself with his own stammer; he had been stuttering all night, but now that they were relying primarily on verbal cues, he was much more aware of it. he felt like he was going to burn up at this point, but it wasn't all bad. the warmth and security he had found himself missing earlier returned to him all at once; after a few seconds of hesitation, he matched her deliberately, leaning against her just slightly and closing his eyes.
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hearing nimat's affirmation, regel was able to let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. allowing herself to fully relax into nimat, she relished the feeling of him leaning back. regel didn't say anything afterwards, hoping to give the boy time to rest. it wasn't long before regel found herself dozing off.
regel had always been a dreamer; her sleep always seemed to be filled to the brim with fantastical visions. when she was younger, she was a princess, or a brave knight. she made friends with dragons and hunted villainous trolls with her brother. they only got more vivid as she got older, filling with strange foods she could almost taste and sweet fragrances that hit her nose just as she woke up. they got darker too, following horror movies or bad run ins. nightmares that sent her from her bed to seek comfort in others.
the dream she dreamed now was a simple one, but one she had not had for a long time. warmth and safety were the first feelings to come floating serenely at her. the sense she was being held in another's arms. an overwhelming sense of content. this was all she wanted in life. regel would be happy to give everything up to stay here.
a quick survey of her dreamscape revealed a familiar field. up above sparkled countless stars and galaxies; more than regel remembered. the best part was the presence of her brother. she could not see his face, but she could recognize his presence. she breathed a contented sigh. yes. this was all she wanted in life.
all too fast, the nice feelings ebbed away. the presence by her side vanished, and she was left feeling empty and alone. the field was suddenly dark and omnious. the stars above winked out one by one. sitting up, regel searched frantically, trying to command her vocal cords to work. saiph, she wanted to call out, don't leave. the world around her started to rock. back and forth, back and forth.
she could not get her bearings at first. everything was dark around her and she thought she was still in that field with the starless sky hanging above like an ill omen. but the faint glow coming in through the window told her she was still in that ferris wheel carriage with nimat. not caring if the boy was awake or asleep, she buried her face in his shoulder, relishing in the calm his presence washed over her.
still shaky from the impromptu dream, regel tried to get her bearings. thankfully, her companion was still soundly asleep. focusing sleep weary eyes on the scene outside, she saw that they were closer to the ground now, and moving closer still. it seems they got the death contraption working again.
carefully manoeuvring around, she reached for the phone in her pocket. eight ten, it told her. if she remembered right, it was about seven when they got off the bus. regel was glad they were not held up that long by the malfunction. she was suddenly beginning to feel exhausted. staring out the window with heavy eyes, regel waited until they were almost to the ground before pulling away to shake the sleeping nimat. it was time to go home.
the short time it took nimat to fall zone out entirely was telling enough about the state he was in. the nervousness that he was confronted with by this novel experience had kept him awake for only a number of minutes; listening to regel's breathing even out as she drifted off provided him with a comfort that was deceptively familiar.
rather than sleeping, it would be more accurate to say that he had been teetering just on the edge. his awareness of his surroundings was minimal and time passed in the blink of an eye, but it was hardly what he'd call restful.
on some level he noticed when the carriage began to rock again, but it wasn't until he was being lightly shaken that he made any attempt to crawl back to the waking world. he was still exhausted, but this was a battle he faced every morning; he willfully forced his eyes open before he had the chance to talk himself out of it.
still, he wouldn't rise without a few dissatisfied grunts. the first thing he noticed was that the lights were back on, and that fact alone made him want to close them again. the next thing he noticed, though, was that their carriage was moving, and it was nearing their turn to be deposited back onto the safety of solid ground. the anticipation of being able to end this part of the night was enough to motivate him to move.
"good morning," the words were somewhat distorted as he yawned through them, but still distinguishable as far as he could tell. "what time is it?"
slowly, he sat himself up, finally reaching with his foot to pull his bag closer into grabbing distance and wrapping around it once more. in this position his head fell almost automatically into his arms; he wouldn't have much more time like this, let alone enough to actually get any rest, but he could at least dance with it.
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despite the darkness, nimat's expression was clear in his every movement. watching nimat pull his bag back into his lap, he reminded regel of herself after a particularly bad night. times she didn't care whether she fell asleep on the elevator or in her bed— she just needed to sleep somewhere. that was nimat now, dozing off with his head resting on his bag.
she could take pity on him for a little longer, waiting until they were practically level with the ground to rouse him again. standing up in an attempt to get the rest of her sleepiness out of her eyes, she grasped nimat's forearm and gave him a gentle shake. "c'mon. we have to get off soon. sleep when you get home." she tried to make it easier for him, taking hold of a backpack strap with her other hand and hoisted the bag onto her shoulder.
the weight of the bag almost made her stagger. did nimat truly carry around a bag of bricks? if regel was still feeling sleepy before, she was wide awake now. hearing the door behind her open, regel stepped backwards, trying to pull nimat towards her. "nimat," she called, trying to entice him, "you can sleep on the bus."
no wonder he was still so exhausted; they had been up there for barely any time at all, not that he could complain about that. he was looking forward to being home more than anything, but the same couldn't be said for actually moving. that was always the hard part. he only vaguely took in what she had to say, but a few more shakes was enough to get and hold his attention. he took a few deep breaths, trying to break some of the patterns that were holding him under.
what really got his attention was the backpack disappearing from his lap. he witnessed it, but still hazy, he didn't react in time to stop it; more like, he was so confused by what she was doing that he allowed it. with nothing left to rest his head on, she left him with no other option than to try to get going.
nimat, you can sleep on the bus.
promising. yes. he was far from sure on his feet, but with her gentle guidance—and without his bag dragging him down—he felt like he was floating effortlessly along the ground. eight ten, she had said? the next bus should be coming any time now, and he didn't want to have to wait for the next one; he found some purpose in his steps now, at least, not quite taking the lead, but trying to match her at least.
they made it in time, though barely. he was glad they didn't have to sit and wait at the stop, but if they had been a minute later, they would have missed it. the last few strides up the stairs and into the vehicle were the hardest part of the night so far, but he was immensely satisfied when he got to throw himself down into the first window seat he could claim.
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with the added incentive, rushing nimat back where they came from and onto the bus took minimal hassle. regel automatically smile as he immediately slumped over in the nearest window seat. just like a baby, she thought. with her companion out of commission, regel was left to keep track of where they were, lest the bus deposit them in an unknown location. it was late and they both didn't need anymore adventures.
still, it left a lot of time for her thoughts to wander. the first place her mind jumped to was immediately waved away. her mood was relatively neutral, and she didn't want thoughts of her brother to send it reeling into negativity.
instead, regel replayed her and nimat's interaction that night. for once, the friendly company was refreshing and she wanted to etch it all permanently into her memory. it occurred to her that they had agreed on another, less impromptu, meeting. she had no hope of rousing him to plan an occasion right now, but seeing his backpack gave her an idea.
nimat seemed to be out cold, but regel tried to be stealthy nonetheless. quietly, she opened his backpack, fishing around for a notebook and a pen.
flipping to the first page of the notebook, regel smiled at the neat notes. flipping to the most recent page, she wrote in the empty top margin:
i had fun with you tonight. text me so we can do it again ! (979) 427 - 8751 —regel.
satisfied that it was in a place that he would definitely see, she put it all back in his bag and zipped it closed. it was a bold move, but she hoped nimat would take it. contact her, keep in touch, be her friend. the thought of losing what connection she had with him filled her with unexpected dread. the decision was in nimat's hands now.
the night had absolutely been an enjoyable one, but saying his goodbyes and retreating to the private comfort of his own apartment was a welcome change. the excitement had been fulfilling, and he hoped it wasn't the last time he saw her, but for right now, only one thing stood between him and bed.
throwing his bag down on his desk and pouring out his notebooks, he made quick work of organizing his area. the sooner this all got done, the sooner he'd be able to sleep; it felt like never before in his life had he been so reluctant and so motivated at the same time. picking the necessary book from the stack, he retrieved his notes, flipping hastily to the newest clean page— oh.
that wasn't his handwriting. that wasn't his handwriting at all. for a moment he just sat with the page open in his hand, staring as though to make sure it was really there. she had left him her number. oh.
oh.
kicking his swivel chair out from under his desk he spun into the room; literally throwing the notebook, he scrambled for his phone.
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