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.
lazily, an onyx tinged eye drifted to rest upon the illuminated face of the nearby clock, which displayed the time in blocky red sequences of light, and despite himself, he expelled a huff of aggravation. sveinn managed to forget himself due to the soothing motion of his pencil across the parchment. he barely noticed the hustle and bustle associated with the tattoo parlor closing for the evening; however, as his eyes roved over the nearby stations, an impressed whistle escaped him. his employees followed their sanitary obligations and left the place spotless. bemused by the unfamiliar kindness, he returned his attention to the sketch, which resembled an explosion of color instead of a cohesive image. spindly digits ruffled slate gray hued locks while his combat boot enshrouded feet pushed against the wooden floor, muscles straining as he shoved his chair backwards. the cacophony of noise elicited by the action caused him to wince in annoyance, yet his movements lacked hesitation.
sveinn compelled his body to obtain an upright position, lithe frame swaying dangerously due to the shift in perspective; however, upon regaining his bearings, the tattoo artist began tidying his station, throwing his pencils into a nearby pouch and dragging the chair underneath the desk. with his cell phone operating as a flashlight, he proceeded to turn off the lamp, allowing darkness to encroach upon the quaint space. the silence overwhelmed him while he shuffled closer to the entrance. shadows and time did not abide by the fickle fantasies of humanity, and regardless of his penchant for sleepless nights, he preferred to be in his bed at three in the morning. “fucking hell,” he groused to himself, clearly disappointed in his inability to retain an awareness of himself when under the influence of creative inspiration. bitter chuckles escaped from parted lips as he plodded through the parlor, stomping his way closer to the door.
however, before his fingers landed upon the door knob, the metallic object twisted, reacting to an invisible hand. his eyes narrowed while he shuffled backwards, granting the door room to swing inwards, and without the visual hindrance, his dual colored eyes landed upon the familiar figure of his roommate. “bastard,” he hissed in obvious frustration while his fingers unfurled, resuming a relaxed position at his side. with one eye brow arched in inaudible inquiry, he lifted his arms to fold across his chest, puffing his shoulders and stubbornly tilting his chin enough to connect their gazes. “why the fucking hell did you come down here? thought that we agreed you’re only fucking allowed in this hell hole during the business hours.” the harsh statement carried the faintest traces of concern as if his bluster merely served to detract from his reliance upon his companion.
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Post by avery sterling on Feb 10, 2016 21:27:11 GMT -5
Feb 10, 2016 21:27:11 GMT -5
the club was in safe hands. fenix had only gotten into one fight so far, so he felt secure enough to actually head out. plus the fact that the bouncers were able to care for her enough to calm her down if needed. and with that, the dark-haired male had taken his leave. a breath escaped him as he brushed a hand through his hair, patting to down over his injured eye. the eye had never quite healed right, and thus, leaving his eye to the elements. he disliked how his sight looked to the outside looked, which was why the patch stayed in it's place. the business owner found himself wandering down the sidewalk towards the seventh hour.
he wasn't surprised when he saw the light still on, the cars in the parking lot already gone. a slight smirk over his features. it wasn't like he expected anything less. his hand clasped around the knob, twisting, before opening and coming face to face with his roommate. a slow smile spread over his features at the other's words. "glad to see you too." avery commented, pushing his way into the parlor and throwing himself onto one of the chairs.
his arms stretched over his head as a yawn escaped his lips. he glanced around the building, looking at the establishment he helped to creature, his single eye moving back towards sveinn as his comment finally settled into the man's mind. his head tilted to the side slightly. "why would i agree to that? it is my business, isn't it?" the sacrifice questioned. of course, it was more of in a joking tone more than anything. the only thing he really did, was manage the establishment that sven did his business, along with handling the bills that would come through the doors.
"how was business today? and do i need to send an apology letter to anyone? if so, i'll add it to the list below the one i have to write for the poor sap that didn't give fen the right amount for their bill"
with the elegance of a disgruntled feline, sveinn shuffled aside to grant avery the space required to slink into the dark recesses of the tattoo parlor; however, the cheery greeting uttered in response to his lackluster acknowledgement elicited a prominent scowl upon his pallid features. the slate haired artist loathed the prospect of wasting his time conversing with his roommate, who appeared to enjoy antagonizing him whenever possible. a brassy exhale escaped him while he pivoted to face the older man, phone aimed in the general direction of the idiot and shoulders carrying an underlying tension that showcased his aggravation with the situation. he wanted to return to their shared apartment, intending to crawl into his lovely bed and sleep until his inevitable death; however, rationally, he understood that his body refused to allow him to descended into the seductive embrace of unconsciousness, jarring him from blissfully ignorance without his permission every three hours.
therefore, sveinn refused to appreciate the gregarious disposition of the businessman. avery selected the wrong time to uphold the common standards of social courtesy, though he mentally admitted to his own hypocrisy due to the knowledge that fenix inspired contentment whenever she deigned to disturb his peace and quiet in the darkness of the empty shop. his brows furrowed while pale lips twisted into an overt scowl. the expression detracted from his relatively attractive visage, but the blank fighter did not hope to impress anyone—especially not his imbecile of a roommate. unconsciously, his guard lowered, shoulders slumping slightly in resignation and eyes losing a smidge of their usual intensity. a weariness projected itself within the lines of his face that he dared not reveal to anyone else, yet he had seen avery at his worst and felt comfortable enough to act without filter.
so with an exasperated roll of his eyes, he strode over to the other, flicking him on the forehead in the manner of a nagging wife. message successfully delivered, sveinn continued past the sedentary male and approached the line of light switches stationed near the front desk. spindly fingers flipped the switch, causing ancient lights to flicker to life and illuminate the quaint space. “because of your fucking self-preservation instincts.” he grumbled while hastily turning off the flashlight function on his phone, not wishing to forfeit the remaining charge on unnecessary functions. “and because i’d get fucking sick of your shitty mug.” the caustic statements were meant in jest, teasing remarks that characterized their rather complex relationship, and occasionally, the tattooist forgot whether he should be angry or amused, constantly toeing the invisible line of the acceptable and unacceptable in regards to their dynamic.
“but no,” sveinn continued in response to the onslaught of questions delivered by the intruder. “you don’t need to fucking clean up my damn messes for me. i didn’t cause any of the shitty clients problems.” a malicious gleam graced his eyes while he leaned his lower back against the counter, letting the sharp edge dig into his flesh and press against his spine. “though you could do the fucking inventory for me. think we’re out of some ink.” his lips quirked into an amused, faintly smug smirk, as he tipped his head to the side, cocky aura radiating from his lithe frame as he silently issued avery a challenge. “well?”
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Post by avery sterling on Feb 12, 2016 20:57:44 GMT -5
Feb 12, 2016 20:57:44 GMT -5
deep down, he knew the other was happy to see him. in some deep part of the younger male. a smirk crossed over the one-eyed male's features as he watched the other, calculating his moves. avery felt he knew his long time business partner and roommate, it was easy to see the other was ready to go back to their apartment. sadly, sleep wouldn't be coming anytime soon for the regalia member. oddly enough, he'd gotten used to having to hear from his younger cousin before he could rest easy. and even then, it was a struggle to settle his aching body. his head leaned back against the back of the chair as he fiddled in his pocket.
it really wouldn't be beneficial for either of them if he lit a cigarette inside the establishment. not that he cared all that much now that shop was closed. he managed the bills, he could have a slip up every now and then. closing his lone eye for a moment, he felt the other throb slightly as he settled himself down. if he had the time, he would have fallen asleep before the other spoke again. his hands relaxed against his abdomen, his body finally relaxing for a moment, before his entire being sprung to attention. lone gold eye snapped open as the other's digits flicked against his forehead. he let out an annoyed young, eye narrowing down at the tattoo artist.
"why would you do that? my poor head hurts enough:" avery all but growled. mostly due to his slight grogginess from laying in the chair. he watched the other approach the lights, his anger over the pain inc his head fading, and a smirk passing over his features. it was easy to manipulate those that he knew well. his words passed through the scot's ears before he shook his head slightly. "like you could ever get tired of my face" he replied, sitting up so his body wouldn't settle again, into some sort of blissful sleep.
what was it, three days since he's last rested for an extended period of time? he wasn't actually sure, to be honest. brushing the thought aside, he raised a brow over his good eye as his business partner spoke once more. "i've already put in an order for the ink, should be here tomorrow morning bright and early. the rest of the inventory has been finished as well, if you'd noticed the lists on your desk in the back" he rose to the challenge, of course.
your move
tagged:sveinn raske ooc: i missed these two so much
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the club was in safe hands. fenix had only gotten into one fight so far, so he felt secure enough to actually head out. plus the fact that the bouncers were able to care for her enough to calm her down if needed. and with that, the dark-haired male had taken his leave. a breath escaped him as he brushed a hand through his hair, patting to down over his injured eye. the eye had never quite healed right, and thus, leaving his eye to the elements. he disliked how his sight looked to the outside looked, which was why the patch stayed in it's place. the business owner found himself wandering down the sidewalk towards the seventh hour. 
