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.
"Hm..." the Japanese assassin muttered to himself. "This sounds far more interesting than cleaning the house." What he was referring to was a brochure he had found earlier that day while shopping for groceries and other such necessities. It seemed to be an invitation to a party at the Café Mystique that someone had, unfortunately, dropped. It was a wine tasting event to celebrate a new shipment and was going to be treated like a fancy masquerade party. The name on the invitation read "Mr. Ciel Terrien", and although Yasuo was definitely not an Englishman, he doubted anyone would notice otherwise.
He smiled to himself and set the invitation down for a moment. "This might be an opportunity to learn about the local hitmen," he thought to himself. Something Yasuo knew well was that rich people often spoke with each other about local assassins. It was an easy way to carry out important business matters and trade services. These assassins were not often invited to such events, but the wealthy men would talk about who was best to hire for such needs. If he could learn about the local assassins, it would give him an edge over who to look out for. So, Yasuo quickly ironed his tuxedo and dressed himself in it. He brushed his black hair, though it remained unruly, yet fitting to his face.
As tucked the invitation into his pocket before exiting his house. The party would be starting at nine o'clock, which was just about the time it was now; even Yasuo knew to never show up too early to such an event. As he began his walk to the red district, he remembered that he was lacking one more feature: a proper mask. Before hitting the red district, Yasuo strolled over to the board walk where the venders were set up. He received quite a few strange glances for his attire, but chose to ignore them. If there was one thing he learned from living here, it was that these venders had EVERYTHING.
Sure enough, after walking up and down the board walk, he managed to find a vender selling a vintage masquerade mask. It was not exactly his style; however, it was fitting and would be suitable for the event. After purchasing the mask, Yasuo headed for the red district and stood in line outside the Café Mystique. He handed the bouncer his invitation, with a small smile gracing his features. Just as he predicted, the bouncer let him right in without any hesitation. Just as he strolled in, Yasuo pulled the mask over his face.
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an invitation to an exclusive party was perhaps a strange gift to give to a stripper of all people. however, regel loved it all the same. the man who had given it to her had said he had no use for such follies, and the dancer had been eager to relieve him of the duty of attending. regel loved costume parties. since it was not quite halloween, it seemed a masquerade would have to suffice. at least it saved her the trouble of putting together a costume.
though she was only picking out a mask, going shopping that day was exciting. it was perhaps the first time she didn't walk out of a store with an armful of lacy thongs and bras for work. instead, she had a pretty silver mask. too many rhinestones; but its intricate metal work caught her attention.
from the depths of her closet, regel dug out an old and almost forgotten dress. it was a simple thing, but the cream stood out against her dark skin and the simple flowery garish made it simple, but not plain. she enjoyed feeling the length of the dress brush her knees. finally. something that didn't expose her like a horse for auction. regel finished her outfit with a pair of white heels. she decided to do her hair in a loose braid, leaving locks of hair in front to frame both sides of her face.
arriving at the cafe about ten minutes after the party started, regel pulled the mask on before approaching the door. she was always told she looked exotic. no other dancer had the same dark skin light haired combination as her, so the mask was not as concealing as she thought. either way, regel had no intention of hiding her identity. she expected the guests to be better behaved than to start a scene. still, slipping that mask on felt like slipping into a second skin. tonight she was not regel, the stripper. tongiht she was simply regel, the dancer.
As soon as Yasuo entered the establishment, he could barely contain his smile. Honestly, he had never been inside this place before, mostly because it had never truly interested him. Now that he was here, he was certain he would be returning more often. The place was very different than what he was used to. It was not a standard four walls, modern establishment. It was a Victorian age styled structure, colored darkly, though brightly lit to further enhance the appeal.
The lights were shining down on the patrons in a way that illuminated their masks in the most stunning ways. He spotted all sorts of bizarre masks; most of them were simple colors like bronze and silver, though he caught plenty of glimpses of bright, colorful feathers or strange animals. Some people had masks adorned with jewels, others were covered in dangling charms and other such shiny things.
A waitress walked by Yasuo, both her appearance and her perfume caught his attention. Even the waitresses were wearing masks, that and scantily clad outfits that showed off long legs and enough cleavage to please an old man. They were carrying trays with little glasses containing bright red liquid. That was the real reason for this event: the wine. Before the waitress disappeared, Yasuo quickly snagged a glass from her tray.
He brought it to his lips, but gave it a quick sniff first. It was unique and yet very familiar at the same time, mostly because all wine smelt the same to him. After tasting it, he nodded his head and muttered to himself, "Yep, it's all the same..."
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the dark atmosphere of cafe mystique had never appealed to her before. regel had been in there once before, and she had thought all the outfits and decor looked presumptuous. she still felt she was not wrong. but hey, everybody liked something.
while she had expected the extravagant ball gowns and jewelled masks, the dancer initially thought that she could be a sight for sore eyes. plain, but in a sea of intricacy her simple cream dress could stand out. still, the mass of finery made regel feel a little naked.
taking a glass of wine off a waitress's tray, the dancer hoped that the liquid courage would help her relax. she didn't bother to do wine tasting like the cultured folk, and instead simply just downed half the glass in a large gulp. the burn it left in her throat and the pit of her stomach was satisfying.
a masquerade would be fun. but walking the floor eavesdropping on conversations, regel realized that none of the fun she was imagining was going to be happening here. she heard a lot of business matters, a lot of relationship matters, but nothing she thought she could chime in on. this was a true socialite event. there was nothing for the likes of her here.
"yep, it's all the same.."
though she felt a little lost, the voice caught her attention. searching the crowd a little, regel caught sight of a predictably masked gentleman. in a ways, he was like her in his simple black tuxedo. curious, regel followed his gaze to his wine glass. he might make good company.
Yasuo lightly flicked his wrist so that the contents inside the glass would swish back and forth. He was not sure why he did it when drinking; perhaps, it was a habit he obtained from watching his father drink. The man would do the exact same thing: just barely flick the wrist so that the contents of his drink would swish around. He wondered if it made it taste better. After giving it another sip, Yasuo believed that it did taste better, though that could simply be because it was his second sip and most alcohols tasted better the second time.
A voice broke through his thoughts about the wine. Yasuo turned and faced the stranger. She was definitely not someone he knew; Yasuo did not know anyone with such dark skin and contrasting, shiny, silver hair. She was almost like an exact opposite of him.
He smiled and replied to her, "maybe not scotch. I'm more of a straight up vodka type of guy." He walked a little closer and was about to extend his arm to introduce himself; however, Yasuo quickly stopped and considered it for a moment. For the sake of this event, a different type of introduction seemed necessary. Instead, he lightly bowed and said to her, "wine will do just fine, though. Nice to meet you."
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perhaps it was the atmosphere of the place. regel couldn't get into the whole victorian-y fancy shmancy stuff. everything about this party screamed rich. definitely not the thing that simple regel was made for. or perhaps it was the drink. regel did not consider herself a lightweight, and half a cup of wine usually didn't affect her that much, but she suddenly remembered she had eaten nothing since breakfast. that might make it get to her faster. however, regel found that she did not particularly care.
whatever it was, she found giggles escaping her mouth as the young man bowed to her. there was nothing inherently funny about the situation. however, she had approached the young man simply because she did not expect such a reaction from him. he was dressed plainly enough; nothing like the rest of these trussed up turkeys. in a way it was charming.
quickly holding the giggles at bay, she hoped that she had not put him off with her antics. balancing the wine glass as well as she could, she gave him as graceful a curtsy as she can muster, "nice to meet you too" with the mask in place, she felt the security of having a 'hidden identity.' it brought her a burst of confidence. normally, regel was not so ready to interact with strangers outside of her job. but that combined with the liquid courage— regel thought she could have passed for a god. "this wine is a little strange though, don't you think?"
Yasuo had not been in this type of environment in a long time. It reminded him of the frequent parties they attended. His father had a special thing with appearances and attending formal events was the best way to keep up appearances. This place felt like nothing more than an event to keep up appearances.
He agreed with this stranger, entirely. "It definitely is not the type of poison I'm familiar with. It's too different and it leaves behind a taste that I would prefer to forget." He licked his lips in a way that was almost seductive, though it was mostly in an attempt to clear away that taste that was still lingering.
Another waitress passed by. She walked in a way that exposed the curve of her ass, which caught the attention of many men. Yasuo figured these waitresses were told to share as much of the wine as possible. However, while she was not looking, the Japanese man set his empty glass on her tray and quickly turned away so no one would notice. He could hear someone, who must've taken the empty glass by mistake, loudly sputter, "what the hell!?"
Yasuo laughed at the sound of someone grabbing his empty glass. He smiled sweetly at the stranger he was sharing company with. "Nothing like causing a bit of mayhem, right?"
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in her short time here, she noticed two types of waitresses. though both were equally skimpy, the waitresses in bright, colourful outfits were the ones carrying cups of wine. they drew her eyes to them often enough, and regel figured they were trying to pass out as many cups of the alcohol as possible. the dancer didn't blame them. wine was never her favourite thing. the other sort were more drably dressed. their trays started out empty and quickly filled with empty glasses. cute/
regel watched the stranger curiously as he placed his empty cup on the waitress's tray. this waitress was in a short, barely there skirt and her whole outfit was bright yellow. she wondered briefly why he would put his cup on a tray blatantly full of full cups. but the ensuing exclaim of 'what the hell' soon answered her question. ah, a trouble maker. regel could definitely work with that.
"nothing like causing a bit of mayhem, right?"
following his words, a shit eating grin spread across her face. she could definitely work with this. "maybe. but this crowd might have a heart attack."
At her words, the masked Japanese gentleman took a look around. Most of the patrons appeared to be elderly, or at least middle aged. Yasuo guessed it was so because of the way they walked, carried themselves, and, of course, by how wrinkly their hands were. He chuckled at the girl and replied, "you might be right."
When he turned back to face her, some light music began to play. A band had set up against a wall and began playing classical music. Sure, it was not exactly Yasuo's taste; however, he could work with it. "Would you like to dance?" he asked the young lady whom he was sharing company with. "I have not danced in a while, but I promise I won't step on your feet."
The man's pitch black hair dipped over his mask, covering half of his face. He would have quickly swiped his bangs to the side; however, he was patiently waiting, hoping the woman would take the hand he offered. Maybe a change of pace was in order? He always felt it was important to try new things.
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dancing. ballroom dancing was definitely not regel's specialty, but she knew the ins and outs of it well enough. "i'm sure you're as graceful as you look," she replied. regel smoothed her dress and brushed a few stray hairs out of her face before taking his hand. "i'll try not to either."
the dance floor was spacious. tables had been set up around it so anyone just lounging could people watch if they so desired. most of the crowd remained on the sides but a few couples were already swaying to the easy beat. it took her a minute to acclimate to the slow music. the dancer was used to a far more rapid pace of dance and taking the slow steps now seemed like everything was being put in slow motion.
she honestly could not remember the last time she did this. keeping hold of his hand, regel put her other at the waist of her companion. the steps that followed were almost foreign to her and the dancer spent a few moments concentrating on the steps she took. when she was confidant she had it down, she turned her attention back to her companion. "so what else do you do?" she smiled, "other than causing mayhem."
Yasuo could barely contain his smile as he took the woman's hand and walked with her to the dance floor. There was something special about trying something almost completely new. He had danced before, but it had been quite a long time. These sort of events were not common for him, especially not these days.
"I would almost say you are making fun of me," he teased, replying to her comment about his grace. There was no way that his tall, lanky man appeared graceful. The dance floor was wide open, but was filling rather quickly. Many of the guests, whom were most likely younger, began to rise and walk over to the floor, hand in hand. Yasuo lightly held her hand and placed his other hand on her side, enjoying the softness of her dress.
Yasuo watched her intently as they danced. It took him a few minutes, but he managed to get into the flow of their dance and felt comfortable enough to move with ease. He lightly squeezed her hip, sharing his reassurance. "I like to paint," he blurted, not at all bothered by his mediocre life. "What about you?"
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i would almost say you were making fun of me.
regel only smiled, letting her companion come to his own conclusions. he was indeed tall and lanky. however she was pretty sure he wasn't a boy in the throes of puberty. surely there was grace somewhere in that manly body.
it seemed that much of the crowd was as inexperienced as them, as most of the dancing was kept tame, even when the tempo of the song sped up. one couple executed some complex moves that regel could not even begin to comprehend, and the rest of the dancers made room for them in the middle. but for the most part, the cafe was alight in conversation rather than performance.
i like to paint.
"really? you don't seem like the type," she teased with a smile, "what do you like to paint?" the dance was coming easier to her now, and her feet automatically kept up with the music. "i dance."