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.
your white and black that's making you run TAGS: @tullia|| OOC: here we go
Almost three years ago, Laney had landed on the island with merely a bag of clothes and a small wad of cash to get by. Not too long after, she'd ended up going through a good amount of her savings when she'd gotten sick, buying medicine and food for Monty and herself as she silently hoped that somewhere there was a higher being that would have been able to pull her out of an impossibly hard spot. She'd had enough money to last a few weeks -- just long enough to find a home, get a job, and start working like a real adult -- but with the complications of the flu, Laney had found herself hindered.
Fast forward three years and her once barren apartment is filled with mementos, her cat Monty curled up at her side most times, and she had a wonderful job at Cafe Mystique. As though that wasn't enough, she'd also become an elite of a well-known gang, and Laney felt as though she could call Selene Isle her home, to which she did happily. Her refuge away from France, her safe haven from when she'd occasionally go and visit her parents, somehow managing to keep them in the dark of her more night-time life.
Though, and she could say the next part with much confidence, the best part about her move to Selene Isle was meeting one of the most important people in her life. Tullia Murdock -- her true name partner. Tullia wasn't a hotheaded spitfire like Laney was, actually more like the calmer boulder that helped keep those around her stationary. They weren't exactly polar opposites, but Laney couldn't say that she'd ever find herself tolerating many people who were anything like Tullia. They were usually too exhausting, or too angering, or simply too dull to keep her interest.
With a bag of potato chips under one arm, Laney reached forwards and knocked on the door directly next to her own. Of course their apartment rooms would be close together, as if there was no way that the two of them were going to go without meeting each other eventually.
Though, maybe if someone liked a certain cat more, then Tullia would visit her own apartment more often.
"You in, Tully? I thought we were going to do something tonight." Although yelling through doors was frowned upon by most who resided in the complex, Laney couldn't find it in herself to care. Instead, she waited -- albeit not patiently -- for her partner to open the door.
Monotonous laze-around days seemed to last forever. It was really amazing that she'd spent so much time as a child indulging in them. Pouring over book after book, studying formulas, and tables, and the ancient rulers of Mesopotamia. It was amazing that these dragging days used to be every day of every year for her.
Even after four years of crime and limp-wristed morals, Tullia still caught herself glancing back at those days with curious eyes. It was if she was looking at a different girl. A meek child who listened to her parents and was humbled by the name of her own family. A girl who would do just about anything to please her parents and bring honor to their house. But really, she figured it wasn't too different.
"From family name to gang sign, from early mornings to late nights. Not too different," Her words were mumbled, meant only for her ears and the air. Silent musings with no real purpose. Without thinking too much more she returned to flipping the pages of the book in her lap. She more skimmed than read the words, wanting to take in as much of the story as possible before she had to go to work, or on a mission , or --
You in, Tully? I thought we were going to do something tonight.
Or that. Her noisy neighbor and the other half of her fated pair. The pathless Delaney Rhodes. A burning flame of a girl who really needed to learn a bit more tact, and maybe throw that nasty cat of hers onto the streets. Honestly, Tullia had forgotten all about their plans for tonight, but it wouldn't be too hard to get ready.
"Yes, yes we are going to do something tonight! Try to be patient for a few moments, I know it's hard but just do it!" She shouted back through the door at Delaney as she rose from her bed and shut her book. While she'd showered earlier that day she had just thrown on shorts and a tank top, not proper attire for a trip into the city.
After a few minutes she had switched out of her laze-around outfit and into something a bit more suitable for a potentially dangerous trip. A pair of men's jeans -- slim cut but with plenty of pocket space regardless -- along with a rather plain red blouse/black sweatshirt combo. Before opening the door she slipped a couple of switchblades into her left pocket, and a proper dagger into her right.
"Okay Delaney, where too?" She spoke and swung her door open at the same time, wearing the final piece to her outfit. A small grin, almost unnoticeable but still interested.
