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.
A draft from the low-sweeping, night creeping wind whistled through the empty aisles of the church and blew through Twitch's thin clothing. A quick perimeter check had proved the young Wraith to be the first member to arrive, which suited it just fine as it considered this an opportunity to work out the dust-bunnied kinks of the the location. It sat poised on the large alter that stood at the stage-end of the church, a bag of edamame nestled in the crux of its crossed legs. While Twitch's eyes zig-zigged through the desolate pews, its hands plunged in and out of the bag to pop the salty green beans into its mouth; biting down on each one individually so that they exploded like cold bursts of the sea in its mouth.
Someone had once told Twitch that the salted soy beans were considered a "healthy snack", which had almost turned the young genius off the food stuffs for good, but it couldn't keep itself away from the sharp flavors and the perfect splashes of salt the soy beans provided. Societal perceptions be double-damned, Twitch would eat them en masse to make up for their alleged benefits.
"Gotta, guh-gotta rig up some sound muffling stuffs round the glassy bits, trip-trap the door for unwanted creepies..." it muttered, inventorying the necessary adjustments for the meeting of the Wraith Elites.
Another mouthful of edamame and Twitch plucked one of its many smart phones from the tattered backpack it'd lugged through the moldy-old gravestones and into the neglected chapel and scoped the time. Almost midnight. Plenty of minutes and seconds for renovations. But first of all first things... Twitch hoisted the half-empty bag above its head, tilted itself back until it was honing in on the high arches of the gothic-style ceiling, and poured the rest of the soy beans into its waiting mouth. A cacophony of half choking, half chewing later, Twitch sprang from the stone alter and landed bare-feet first on the cold floor, lifting up its big toe to avoid splatting a slow scuttling cockroach.
"Business time for all business peoples and I'm the bosses boss of all~"
Humming to itself, Twitch shouldered the massive pack again and skipped towards the far corner of the church. A shame the pews were firmly rooted into the floor; it'd need to find something to stand on if it wanted to properly secure the meeting point. But Twitch wasn't picky, a person would do-- a pair of strong shoulders or two pairs of weedy ones. Til then, it sprawled across the hard ground, grinning as a few stray leaves, blown in by the wind, crunched under it, and began to unpack the various gadgets from the backpack. Everything had to be perfect. Big, bursting secrets were riding on the line and the Wired felt the pressure of smooth running gears clicking in all its joints and muscles.
Tonight Wraith would be discussing their plans for Rapture and Synister. They would be looking to it for guidance, for the program it'd been stewing in its brilliant skull for months now.
"Tonight~ tonight~ I drop the bomb."
NOTES: we gots to start mass plotting, yo TAGGED: @shado1 , @rileycasper, @demo01 , @tullia , @zeit01 , @liam , @edea
""Those that want to live free cannot be bound by the rules of the world...they must live by their own."
The cool breeze of the night swept through the uncovered pepper hair of the young Wraith elite as he walked through the leaf riddled broken pavement until he stopped a few meters from the doors of the large church. The hoodied male stood in silence as he looked around the area through his shaded amber eyes, a strange smile falling upon the face of the man for a reason not even he knew. A meeting of the elites would prove to be rather interesting seeing as he had never openly spoke to any of the other elites other than Alistar...the meeting of the two still being fresh in his mind.
Raising the black hood over his head to hide not only his ears but his face as well, Razimel began to walk through the church doors in silence hearing the footsteps of one other inside of it. Someone had arrived before him which meant that he wouldn't be able to find his own special seat in the run down Church, but seeing as there was only one person he would shrug it off and walk through the open doors with silent steps before completely looking over the church.
The old and abandoned church looked just like he would think of it...an old and abandoned building. From what he could see there was an alter, a couple of holes and some pretty good pews which meant he would be able to sit down in them. Other than the area he could also make out the figure of someone within the church which explained the set of footsteps from earlier.
Raz slowly walked over to the second row of pews in the back sitting down as not to disturb his fellow elite while they were doing whatever they were doing. From the confines of his hood he would slowly watch the person in curiosity noting their movements in case he would have to interact with this person in the future. With none of the others here yet he would wait in silence as he continued to watch the other person work.
TAGS: Elites of Wraith (taged at the bottom)|| OOC: ;-; this fighting
"What bomb are we dropping twitchy?" The lanky woman sat in one of the fractured stained glass windows, where her body sat just so. She had arrived shortly after one of the elites that sat in a pew. Instead of making an entrance she lurked in the window, seated just perfectly. Her silver hair ran down her back in falls. Her ears perked above her head listening to the area around the playground. Except for one ear, which had an ear bud in it that attached to her iPod in her bra strap.
She had changed from her work clothes before showing up. Her attire for this meeting had been a blue dress cut just above her knees and was low cut on her chest. The blue caught the attention of the moonlight that hovered just over the church. "You know Twitchy, we could put some new lights in... Carpet the wooden floor. That back corner over there we could put all the electronicy stuffs. That Alter would could make into a table for you. There's a platform that we just need to fix up in front of the pews that we could move the alter on it." She bounced off the window sill and walked over to the alter and pulled it to the front of the chapel. Smiling, she was quite proud of her work.
Glancing over at the man in the pew. Not quite sure which elite he was, she eyed him closely, tilting her head back and forth. Maybe if she looked at him hard enough his name would pop into her head. She placed her ipad that was lugged under her arm on the altar. Her lips pouted as she tried to figure out who this other elite was. She knew all the elites but didn't know the faces. She had only met each one once. .. discretely. "Hai! She said smiling brightly at him.
With less then impressed eyes, Edea stood before the large doors of the old run down church that looked like it needed a good condemning sign. Hell, actually it looked like it needed a new decorator in the form of a wrecking ball to even make the place look grand. The wood look like it was falling apart, the handle rusty, and the stained glass well cracked and dirty. Edea stared down at the mentioned handle and wondered if it was even safe to touch. With a low grumble he entered the church with the aid of a tissue that he tossed to the side upon entering, not wanting to get his hands dirty. ”Who the hell thought it was a glorious idea to call a meeting in this shit hole?” Explained the Leo with distain and disgust clear in his voice.
The poor elite stood out like a sour thumb in this atmosphere with his high heels and rather fluffy fur coat that kept him as warm of as a kitten. Beneath said coat was his usual red halter top dress with a 1950’s flair to it. The well dressed blond crossed the creaky floor boards like a woman on a mission. He did not dare sit in one of those filthy seats as it might cause him to ruin his attire. No, he needed to look as beautiful as he felt and be one sassy girl. The diva came to a sudden hault in the middle of the isle and crossed his arms over his well formed chest. ”Hadn’t anyone here ever heard of a rental Condo or Hotel with a heater? It’s freezing in here and the wind is murder to my hair!” Ah, the normal ranting of the elite was casual as ever. With a deep sigh, he settle his temper down for the time being. No need to rip the head off those who shared his views and positions.
Carefully, he took in the sight before him and each individual that appeared before he did. A woman to his right, another individual muttering away about something, and finally a man sitting in the pews. Each he never really dealt with personally as he often kept to himself. He only hoped this meeting would prove to be useful and not a complete waste of his time and beauty sleep. Edea’s bed time had long ago past and that in itself made him extra grouchy.
Knowing full well he couldn't possibly stand in the center the entire time he took to the left side of the church and leaned against a cleaner and less dusty side of a wall. fuming silently with a soft yawn.
