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.
His eyes drawn to the sight of few antiques on display. From ancient time to few hours ago, from bad to fixable, from wood-made to silver and gold. His eyes could see through the magnificence of each object, so much he could not blink otherwise he felt the magic will go away. He stood up and his shoulder was parallel to the shoulder of another man- the reflection image in his mind of himself. His name was Dante. Dante tilted his head and shrugged abruptly as his attention seemed so keen on one of the items as well. "Planning to buy one of these?" He asked jokingly. Leon had his brows furrowed slightly before he shook and sighed. "Too expensive," he muttered, looking down on his pocket and took the inside out to show he really did not have such amount of money. The boys looked at each other and one of them began to laugh while the other looked away in embarrassment.
Curious of what more items this shop could own, Leon decided to enter in and with a push on the door with glass, he found himself looking at beautifully arranged interior. There were couches, desks, lamps and clocks all over the place with different shapes and designs. Some he recognized were pretty modern while some were unknown to his sense of time. He was so excited he ran a bit to a nearby shelf where his eyes latched themselves on a wooden box. "Wow..." he wondered if he could touch it...
Memoir was easily one of Tullia's favorite stores on this whole island. It had just about everything she could want. An old atmosphere, helped along by dusty antiques and the smell of old books. And speaking of old books, it had those too! Of course, it wasn't just old ones, but a lot of them were aged volumes that the previous owner grew tired of. Not that she could ever guess why.
Honestly, she couldn't help but smile and grin while looking through all the books on the shelves. The varied plots and the colorful characters. One moment Tullia could be skimming a mystery about a psychiatrist brainwashing his patients, and the next she was absorbed in the story of a young medium learning how to help her nation. How anyone could these down was beyond her!
Still, despite her immersion Tullia caught the hushed "wow" from across the room. It only took a second to find who it was. The boy was tall, very tall, but his face was still plenty young. His eyes fixed on an old box.
"I would recommend talking to an employee before messing with that," She called from across the room, noticing the way his body seemed to lean in anticipation.
"I would recommend talking to an employee before messing with that,"
A voice halted him from his motion to try and reach the box. Immediately, he pulled himself away from the box, stepping few steps backward with both hands behind his back. "I-I'm sorry! I was... um..." he was not sure if his reason was acceptable or it was merely a lame excuse. He tilted his head behind a bit. Olive eyes glanced around for the speaker and when he found her, his body turned to face the woman. "The box," he said while his thumb pointed to the back over his shoulder. "It reminds me of this old box I used to own," he said calmly. His eyes looked down, lyrically moved aside and returned back to look at the object placed on display on the shelf. "It was similar to a music box my mother gave to me long time ago," he ended his statement and remained quiet. It was a little bit nostalgic but sadly he remember nothing more than just a second or two of joy of holding the wooden piece in his hand for the first time.
Whatever happened afterwards was a completely pitch black.
"Ah!" He turned back to the beautiful young lady and smiled nervously. How rude of him! She could be the shop owner or perhaps one of the staff here. His eyes carefully observed her appearance and tried to memorize it in his head. "Are you the owner here? Or a staff, maybe?" He asked, making few short and shy gestures as he spoke. Leon has a great sense of insecure like his other persona, who was simply waiting quietly for now. A baby lion under the care of Rapture like him should learn not to wander along too much. It can't be helped, though. He was pretty bored being locked up in his room in Nightshade. So, he decided to have a bit of fun.... or something.
TAGS: @tullia OOC: he's a shy boy. don't be too rough on him XDD
This boy was something else. All flustered stuttering, and the way he got so nervous over little ol' her. It amazed Tullia. She didn't know many teenagers -- especially teenage boys -- who could pull of such an absolute show of sheepish surprise. It made her sick. Still, she was having a good day. Memoir lifted her spirits like always, so she was willing to let the boy babble and blush. At least for awhile.
At the very least his story was kind of heartwarming. He wasn't just some hoodlum who was thinking he could nab the box and get out without being noticed. Not that Tullia could bring herself to imagine that picture anymore, what with the way he just about had a heart attack when she simply addressed. God only knows how he'd manage under any kind of actual interrogation. Nonetheless, his sentiment softened her face a bit, bringing back the grin she'd been wearing previously.
"No, I'm not. I'd love to get a job here but it's not really up my alley," or, more accurately, didn't pay as well, "I'm just a regular. Coming here a couple times a week for a few years gives you ample time to learn the rules. And when it comes to the antiques 'no touching' seems to be a big one." Tullia spoke casually, hoping to teach the boy a bit but not really in the mood for scolding. After a moment of thought she shrugged.
"But what the hell, rules can be broken every once and awhile right?" Tullia questioned, not waiting for a response before walking in front of the boy and touching the box herself. Without more than a second of pause she opened it, gentle fingers slowly lifting its top until it was completely raised.
Once open a soft melody began to flow from the box. Most likely quiet not due to its design, but due to its age. Each note seemed to tremble like old legs walking a familiar street, knowing exactly where they were going but hesitating every once and awhile to rest.
Ignorance is a bliss. He bear no hatred on anyone, even if he knew how others hate him so much they wish he could just vanish from this world. No, it was not that he knew. He simply has no negative perspective of other people. Instead of hating them, he fear them- that was what he was feeling for the woman right now. His eyes observed her facial expression, trying to understand her just good enough to figure out how to respond to her. To be honest, she has interacted only to two females in his life and they were his Fighter and his savior. One was very reserved, quiet and cold but kind, while another one was very aggressive, scary and domineering but caring. He learnt that understanding women was not an easy task and the woman who was standing in front of him now was one of the mysteries he found hard to figure out.
Leon shrunk his shoulders sadly when the woman remarked about what he had done. Dante scoffed irritatingly and eyed Leon who simply kept himself quiet, unsure if he should feel offended or not. What she said was wrong. His carelessness while handling might damage the beautiful object. He should have not attempted to touch it. A huff escaped lightly. "I'm sorry," he said in low vice almost like a whisper. He was ready to run for the door and hide himself from meeting her anymore when she suddenly had a second thought about it. It made both Leon and Dante (in his head) sprung in surprise. "Women. We can never understand them," the alter persona said with a smirk.
The boy moved aside and let the female made her way to the shelf, particularly for the item. His eyes traced her every move cautiously and in wonder of what she was trying to do. "What are you-" he wanted to ask but he realized her actions spoke loud and clear enough. The box was opened and immediately his eyes perked up as a soft but out of tune melody began to play in the air. He hawed in amazement and went close to the girl and the box in her hand.
"No way... It sounds exactly like the box my mom presented to me," he claimed with his head tilted side to side according to the melody. Memories of his parents remained and became a broken player in his head. He could see it kept playing again and again. "She knows the actual song though," he spoke shrugging his shoulders a bit. His attention moved to the woman as he asked, "Do you like music boxes too?"
TAGS: @tullia OOC: I am so sorry if it's bad -half asleep typing this half-spirited post- QAQ and sorry if Leon's going to be an irritating presence for Tullia.
