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.
laughter shattered the silence, disrupting the pastel haired male’s nap and forcing him to face reality. children raced merrily throughout the amusement park, begging and pleading for various brightly colored toys while dragging their parents from stall to stall. their delighted grins enhanced the experience for their guardians; however, dimitri found the abundance of positive emotions nauseating and frustratingly annoying. the children tittered on and on about the rides and the attractions, heedless of the noise that their high pitched voices created. to the crime syndicate member, the various incidents seemed to loop together, forming one endless cycle that grated upon his nerves. he never boasted of patience or of tolerance, and their unnecessary babbling elicited his dormant agitation, increasing his rage and reminding him of the sheer audacity of his employer—who reminded him of a bumbling buffoon.
the man—or perhaps the simpleton—decided to race into blasphemy, raving on and on about a mysterious thief, and if not for the individual’s contributions, dimitri would have denied him and continued on with his plans for the afternoon. he, however, could not enjoy himself. his employer’s words floated in and out of his conscious mind as he continued to lean against the bench, which he decided to use as his perch for the moment. the elites of synister attempted to dissuade him from handling the mission personally, yet he felt the need to exact revenge upon the sniveling man that dared trespass upon blasphemy property. his fee would rob the man blind due to the additional bonus of having requested the aid of azrael ryuusei, a zero fighter affiliated with septimal moons, and of rayne valentine, the heiress to the valentine family’s legacy.
strands of pale green hair swayed in the light breeze as he tipped his head back, arms draped casually over the back of the bench and one ankle pressed upon the top of his right knee. his languid pose did not distract from the dangerous aura that hovered over his prone frame, wrapped snugly around his figure and detracting from the nonchalant image that he attempted to portray. parents nervously herded their brats away from the man, trading worried whispers as they ventured toward the amusement park. the bright lights and joyous shouts issued forth from the lot, and despite his annoyance, dimitri relished the idea of infiltrating the peaceful thrill park. their target seemed keen on providing them with ample entertainment despite the hoops associated with stalking her.
a cough broke his concentration, and in an unhurried movement, he shifted his body, lifting his head and casting his jewel toned gaze across the immediate vicinity. glimpses of red and of blonde hair captured his interest, and with a pleased grin settling onto his pale features, he dropped his foot to rest against the ground. pressure shifted toward his feet as he regained an upright position. hands disappeared into his voluminous pockets as he began the short walk toward the established meeting point, lanky frame fearlessly crossing the busy road and gaze constantly shifting between rayne and azrael—who approached from opposite directions. his expression twisted into a cruel smile as he whispered, this will be fun.
Azrael had been contacted by a friend -- or at least one of the closest things he had to a friend -- who had requested his assistance on a job. His assistance wasn't required, per say, since Synister's Sin was more than capable of handling such an insignificant task. Az suspected that his true purpose here was for monetary purposes only.
After all, if you report a theft to a major crime syndicate, regardless of whether they succeed or fail, you're going to get robbed.
Despite the short notice of the request, Az had managed to dramatically transform his appearance into that of a mature young woman. His thoroughness was impressive: he had a complete outfit which hugged his figure in all the right places, unbound hair that had been brushed and styled, makeup accenting the more feminine aspects of his face, thigh high leather heels which drew the eye towards his long, smooth legs, a handbag filled with God-knows-what, and two bumps on his chest with looked like suspiciously realistic breasts.
The fiery haired woman's arms effortlessly hooked themselves around Mitya's when she approached him. With her heels adding a few more inches to her already above-average height, the two stood at eye-level with each other. Without warning, the woman's glossy lips glided forward to give Mitya a brief, gentle kiss.
"Darling, you look like you're enjoying yourself so much already. Don't forget to save some of that excitement for the real entertainment," she spoke in a lighthearted tone as the corners of her mouth elegantly pulled into a smile. Although Az's mannerisms, posture, and style of movement were new, Mitya would know that such drastic, detailed changes were not unusual for the ginger. There was little about that mind's personality that could be pinned down.
Without unhooking her arms from her emerald haired "lover", the woman faced the young girl who approached just a moment later. "Hey, sweetie, ready for a fun day at the fair?"
Her smile radiated a feeling of warmth and good intentions. Only those who knew her true nature could guess that these feelings were entirely artificial.
@zeit00 & @rayne
ooc - oops, ice is too lazy to get a fancy new template to fit the pic, o well
Family the notion of it seemed almost too farfetched for her mind to accept she once did. Long ago as those images flashed before in long planned out positions it was like watching a slideshow that only her eyes could see. Brief images of a happy young child raced through her eyes in that second it connected to more images showing the same seen this time flickering over to two other children and then to two adults who’s faces were far too blurred to be recognized. She know them, their names their histories and life stories but still their faces remained far too blurred out to be recognized. It was like someone tipping acid down a developing picture in dark room.
Blotches burned through the coloring fading away the colors and erasing parts of the picture leaving behind blurred unrecognizable blotches that refuses to fade. This is what remained of the happy life a blotched unrecognizable picture that held two blurred images of the people her mind willed to forget. But can’t, the downside to having photographic memory. It made it near impossible to forget the imposing touches of the past she wanted no part of. A soft sigh breathed from her lips it mingled along with the warmth twenty two degree air that was only getting heated by the blazing ball of heat hovering over in the skies. Today it felt brave enough to show itself rather than hide behind the clouds it carried as its shield. Basting the earth with torrents after torrents of heated rays that the air did little to cool,
Rayne batted another drop of sweat that ran down her forehead. In a day like this, she glanced around the massive stream of bodies walking to and fro, laughter that echoed all around from the excited childish shrills that powered the never ending wave of images all flickering through her head. Triggered by the damn mission Mitya requested her assistance in. She didn’t get it, he was more capable in handling something so mundane as track a little thief through a place like... She paused mid thought letting her gaze scan through the area squinting as her eyes fought back the glare of the mid-morning sun. At this time it was jammed pack with civilians all trying to unwind after a stressful week in their lives. The scent of cotton candy, caramel popcorn sweetened the air along with the grilling hot dogs being sold on the food stands.
Each area had its own line of tents offering a plethora of knick knacks and games all of it lined along the narrow road that stretched till as far as she could see without tearing up from the harsh glares of the sun. She grumbled to herself, masking the pounding irritation being in this place managed to conjure deep within the delicate chains binding upon her self-imposed masks. Happy smiles of children walking by grinning at their parents while basking in the false sanctuary to mask the real face of reality and the tired faces of the parents. Bags hanging under the eyes as they simply nodded like drones to the wishes of the children. The scene only fueled the persistent flow of the past trying to remind her what she once was. Every time it failed for the child no longer saw herself connected with anything. “Excuse me...” She mumbled as shoulder shoved against hers. Weaving through the thickets of bodies seemed like an ongoing battle for her, she stood up on her toes from time to time to see where she was going until at the very end close to the benches her eye caught sight of green. Soft colored pastel that only one man she knows possessed it at that magnificent length. The girl felt the smirk creasing upon her cherubic lips. Her spine suddenly tingled as she instinctively followed her gaze to the right side spotting a red headed woman spotting an eye-catching yet casual appearance.
A lot of stares went to her figure from the passing men their girlfriends however reigned them in, screaming at their ears that only strengthened the girl’s new found amusement. The stage was about to be set, she turned from side to side, eyeing the stalls until a sign labeled. ‘House of mirrors’ caught her attention. ’Perfect...’ She thought. A glint came to her eye mischievous in origin but carried a more devious meaning. She sighed softly through the winds as she slipped from the crowds of peoples. Like an unseen shadow she went inside, the sight that greeted her arrival was a long twisting hallway lined with mirrors bended in weird angles to distort the images that passed through it. She smiled to herself as she casually walked along the pathway, alone with no other soul interested in venturing inside the tent. Her arms freely flowed along her sides as she glanced at every mirror she passed. Her lips softly moved the sound dulled by the blaring music playing inside but slowly her appearance morph her form shrunk to that of a child her long blond hair shifted, turning pastel green in color before it knotted itself into twin pigtails. Her eyes were the last to shift in the miniature form she now possessed it faded into a green tint as light as a forest in color as she blinked them closed before opening them with a dark little smirk crossing her lips. White ribbons soon faded into existence, matching the white sleeveless cotton dress decorated with satin laces. A dark green ribbon knotted onto her neck as she soon placed a pair of circular framed glasses on her face. Her façade came to life as she shifted into character.
Into that of a timid little creature, large green orbs scanned for her ‘parents’ whom by this time if her assumptions proved correct Az would be the one to make the first move. Her role would be their daughter, little Nadia, the now greenette smirked under the façade of an innocent smile as she watched Az land a kiss on Mitya’s lips. Leave it to Az to do something so..daring as that. Her cue came to light as Az’s figure move towards her. She fidgeted her little hands, taking in the act of the shy child down to a T as she bashfully glanced up at her ‘mother’ “Of course Mama!” She chirped, before clinging onto the leg of the older ‘female’ to the rest it was a scene of a daughter simply being affectionate to her mother. But she gaze a glanced at Mitya, a twinkle that passed through her eyes would be enough to show she was just as excited for the chaos to ensue.
@zeit00 @az
today's cute carnival outfit~ Little 'Nadia's' prepared.
Azrael had been contacted by a friend -- or at least one of the closest things he had to a friend -- who had requested his assistance on a job. His assistance wasn't required, per say, since Synister's Sin was more than capable of handling such an insignificant task. Az suspected that his true purpose here was for monetary purposes only.
