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.
Post by Raine Amatsuki on Feb 14, 2016 15:55:04 GMT -5
Feb 14, 2016 15:55:04 GMT -5
what is a god to a non-believer
It wasn't a dreary place but neither was it particularly 'lively'. Golden ears flicked absentmindedly, only swiveling toward a noise when some of the other patrons had a sudden burst of energy. There were quite a few 'gentlemen' and 'ladies' in this kind of cafe`, the more modern of appearances also trying to keep a quieter tone to be polite. The same couldn't be said for a group of high schoolers who occupied one of the edge tables. Even from her place on the opposite side of the cafe` Raine could see the flashing of cellphone lights, hear their trinkets jingle, and smell the sweet scent of their pastries and sweeter drinks.
It wasn't unwelcome though. Thanks to them and their youthful rowdiness the blond was allowed to pull out her own phone. One of two, this one for her cover work. The other tucked away deep into the inner pockets of her baggier hoodie. At least no one eyed her strangely, why would they? It was a modern appearance but she still held the aura of someone with a brain. Plus it wasn't like she was glaring at everything around her with a clear intent to kill. Not yet anyway. Not enough motivation to do the preliminary ideas let alone actions.
A few swipes on the touch-screen told her there were no new messages, her calendar showed availability to an almost sad degree. Truly unfortunate. A small sigh left her as she clicked her device back into sleep-mode, shoving the thing into her pocket before leaning back. Emerald eyes stared in a daze at the steam rising from her sugar-drowned coffee. The light brown on the inside almost looked white with how much cream and sugar she added, the little plate next to it completely empty minus the crumbs of some unfortunate piece of sugar-bread.
Leaning forward, Raine grasped the warm cup uncaring of the heat that seared into her fingers as she did so. One sip, two sips... then thought. An uneventful day, a jobless day. Her appraiser work didn't start until much later thanks to some negotiating. Now she was regretting that. It was a dull existence to say the least... At least she had coffee. And cake. Cake was a delightful invention.
Post by ROSALINE EDELSTEIN on Feb 15, 2016 17:54:39 GMT -5
Feb 15, 2016 17:54:39 GMT -5
Giving lessons to children would always be, and always had been, a strange thing, Rosaline reflected. Sometimes they caught on quickly, like a fish to water, and other times, it was like trying to toss a bird into a pond with how hard it was to impart the simplest of things to them. But still, the tall brunette enjoyed her work, and wouldn’t have changed it for anything. Well, at least, not unless her Sacrifice wished it of her, and even then, she would have been greatly saddened by it. Shaking those thoughts from her mind, and noting that she had an hour to herself, the Austrian woman entered a café she enjoyed frequenting.
It was one of the few places that she didn’t look out of place, as if she had been displaced in time. As always her bangs were parted to the left, framing her face, and the majority of her near-waist-length hair was held back by two braids meeting at the back of her head, held together by an ornate, silver and purple hair-clip. Her rectangular, wire framed glasses were perched upon her nose as always, making up for the sight that her violet eyes lacked. A high-collared, ankle-length dress of modest cut and flowing skirts (buoyed by a petticoat or three) was her usual attire, and today was no different. Though only the skirt could be seen, the dress was lilac in color, just a few shades lighter than her eyes.
Over the top of her torso, a fitted, short, double-breasted coat hid the rest of her dress from view, and was white with purple edging and silver buttons. Knee-high, lace up brown boots with a small heel, a lacy, white cravat tied about her throat, and lacy, white gloves completed the look. One hand held the handle of her violin case, while her opposite one gently tapped out a rhythm on the counter as she waited to be asked what she wished to order. If anyone knew music, they would have picked up the beat quickly, noting it to be Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. The Fighter greeted the employee that took her order with a small smile, and politely requested a vanilla caffè latte, her accent soft and musical as always.
After waiting patiently to be served, Rosaline added a bit of sugar to her drink, and then turned to face the café at large, looking for a place to sit. In the end, the only semi-unoccupied table was claimed by a blonde in a hoodie, who appeared to be annoyed by something on her phone. Making her way over, the Austrian woman spoke politely, “Guten tag, ist zhis seat taken?” as she gently gestured to the free seat across from the blonde. Briefly, violet eyes ghosted over golden ears, but only for a moment; the brunette’s own ears were gently twitching in question.
Post by Raine Amatsuki on Feb 15, 2016 19:44:00 GMT -5
Feb 15, 2016 19:44:00 GMT -5
what is a god to a non-believer
In truth Raine paid attention to every 'anciently' dressed patron that would visit the cafe` but her attention was quickly taken back. An instinctive gesture, something born from the countless nights of silent paranoia and awareness. She probably wouldn't have paid much more attention to the next customer to enter, a simple glance before turning back to take another sip of her overly sweet coffee. Her hand reached down in the singlar pocket her blue hoodie sported, one nail clicking at the protective cover of her device when a voice suddenly addressed her.
Remnants of her irritation evaporated within seconds, replaced with a mask that would be better seen on an adolescent boy. Clear boredom, lack of motivation, uncaring... With that in place it was easier to appear as idle as she really was. Not even the fur on her tail or ears puffed up with the sudden interaction. The appendages on her merely flicked once, the tail flicked about lazily.
Right off the bat it was obvious that the lady matched the cafe`s appearance, her accent marking her from somewhere within the Europeon range. Was that... German? Not so odd really considering who roamed the isle. One hand motioned gracefully to the same seat already indicated. "Be my guest." There was no look to know that gaze on her ears. Didn't make it any less uncomfortable really, those awkward looks that told others she was still a pure 'child'.
Going along with her current younger persona, the fighter reached behind her neck to pull up the plain hoodie. The black strings quivered slightly with the motion, even clicking together as she shuffled to move her tail on the other, less-seen side of her. A glance over the rest of the tables told her exactly why she had a companion now, her emerald gaze casually sweeping over the other before down at her coffee.
She only needed a glance to remember appearances, been that way since as long as she could remember. Brown hair, long, braided. Glasses. Ears present. Unique clothing style... For some reason Raine couldn't shake the feeling like she should have recognized the person sitting across from her. Brown hair was a common occurence so perhaps it was just that?
Post by ROSALINE EDELSTEIN on Mar 4, 2016 13:00:01 GMT -5
Mar 4, 2016 13:00:01 GMT -5
Smiling in thanks, Rosaline set down her coffee, and then took a seat herself. It didn’t bother her that this girl was so apparently apathetic; she knew that everyone wore as mask of some sort. “Danke.” Setting her violin case carefully on the floor beside her chair, the Austrian woman smoothed out her skirt, before glancing back up at her companion. Apparently, the fact that she was still considered a ‘child’ in the eyes of society bothered her, if the way she pulled up her hood to hide her ears and moved her tail were any indication.
The brunette herself had no issues with whatever society saw her as; she was comfortable in her own skin, and had no care for what others thought. Some may have seen it as arrogance, but it wasn’t. She was simply better adjusted than most others, and she was comfortable with herself and her life. That was all there was to it, really. Perhaps it came from being raised by loving, but distant parents, or from being comfortable with her sexuality from a young age, but whatever it was, the older fighter was content. Truthfully, the only thing about her life she wasn’t content with, was the distance between herself and her Sacrifice.
While they were physically close with one another, being together almost always when they weren’t each working (or, like now, Rosaline had a moment to herself), but it was the emotional distance that killed the violet-eyed woman. It may have been odd, for someone who appeared so aloof and cool, but it was true. Casting about for something to distract herself, Rosaline took a sip of her coffee, and then decided to start a conversation. “Do you come here often? You don’t exactly seem zhe type…” It may have been a bit pointed or rude, but she was nothing if not forthright.