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.
The lavish lights of crescent moon is a treat for sore eyes with their hushed seductions of hedonistic secrets that lays hidden behind the doors. But for one to actually step foot into the building is another thing, for only the wealthy and proper can ever think of accomplishing such a feat. Misaki, unfortunately, isn't one of them.
She has no money, but she does have a stench with her, plus an off colored uniform too worn and dirty to be considered clothing -- hell, even a child would find insulting to wear such drab garments.
To be walking within the few wealthy area without being called names, is a privilege nonetheless for her. A soft murmur of apology, and a tiny squeak there, is what changes the usual activity, as quite suddenly a fairly large crowd of rambunctious teenagers sweeps through her, pushing the tiny girl among each other as they rushed into that strange looking building up ahead. Nothing preceded their arrival, just the suddenness of being thrown to the sidelines.
As always, the more people there is, the more there is for Misaki to haul her ass out of the commotion. She immediately slips back into the sanctuary of the alleyways, sliding down onto the floor and watching the almost frantic jostling of the men. For a moment, she is a bit entertained at the opposite sex's antics. Though she would rather die then be caught in one of them.
Still, one thing perturbed her: The idea of food for tonight is still lingering in her mind. With the new sanitation rules popping up all over the streets, Misaki's chance of finding accessible thrown away meal is little to known. However, these days, something happened which made Misaki wonder if she has a guardian angel watching over her.
She came whenever the night ran its dominion over the sky, like a fairy tale prince she always leaves some type of food in a place where Misaki can reach. Even though they never talked, Misaki believes that that savior is a woman, and that the latter truly wants to help her. What upsets her is that no matter what, she can never go up and talk to her, for the moment she finds some esteem, that woman would leave. Perhaps, tonight would be one of those nights, where she will linger on the thought of the angel that had gave food to her.
Misaki's stomach growls again, and the more she thought about biting down on a steaming loaf of bread or a freshly made pizza, the more her mouth begins to water. Just as she stands up, a movement suddenly catches her attention, followed by something being put down on the ground. Holding her hands against her chest, the young girl stands up and slowly walks further down the alleyway. There, she recognizes the woman from before, setting down a bag onto the floor.
"...H-hello?" Her words came out soft and unsure, but still, she said something.
The night granted her freedom and pleasure she seek and yet could not gain in daytime. With the mask of a grinning fox safely wore on her face, the raven-haired lady began to run her nightly tasks. Every night, Haine takes a walk down along Crescent Moon district from Nightshade, sprints from alley to another alley and from one rooftop to another rooftop and engages with unnecessary fight one or two with punks who trespass Rapture's self-claimed territory. To be honest, there was no such thing as Rapture's territory because this island was meant for everyone. Rapture, however, disliked the idea of sharing its land with other affiliations, particularly with Wraith and so the Crescent Moon district often becomes the battlefield between Rave and others who were not welcomed. Although, there was one or two that were excepted.
The Vulpes landed down from the top of the building nearby on her feet and a palm. She landed with her crouching down like how a feline would on all of its four paws. Ears perked up straight, twitching little bit to any sound from the surrounding.
Silence.
There was nothing going on but only silence has placed its stance in the air. A gentle hum escaped from her as she stood up slowly. Night breeze blew gently across the alley, blowing her back hair aside and revealing slender neck beneath the layer. Her head tilted aside, allowing the silver eyes behind the mask holes to get a better view of what was happening over her shoulder. Faint voices heard along with some misfit sound of footsteps from across the street leading towards the alley. She remained stiff like a deer sensing presence of a predator and waited patiently for the humans to vanish. As soon as the voices disappeared, the fox began to move and headed to one spot she was very familiar with these few nights.
There was this one particular little lost child she was keen to see and help. She has been watching over her from far- from the shadow of buildings. At first, she thought she was simply walking around the street and obviously she was not a threat. But then, little by little, the female noticed something was odd about her. Odd, as in, she appeared in the same outfit at same time of night. Oh, man. She thought she was dealing with some kind of paranormal activity here, she thought she was a ghost, considering the district was a pretty nasty place so she could be the spirit of a girl being murdered! Although, she heard no such news about it. She killed some, that was a secret, but she remembered none of her victims was a girl with silky brown hair.
And so, Hae-Sun left food to test it. She watched the girl took the food, with little senses of wonder and curiosity. It made the fox tilted her head, having her mind wondering about her. Why would she take the food left on the street? Why would she continue to wear such worn out clothes and continue to wear the same outfit again and again? Where does she live? If she was given a chance, she would like to ask her these questions but she must not let herself being exposed. Holding her mask with one hand and a packet of food and drinks with another hand, she approached the spot and as she was about place the plastic bag on the floor, a voice greeted.
"... H-hello?"
Like a wild animal being spotted in forest, she immediately turned herself behind to face her direction in surprise. Bells attached to her belt jingled due loudly due to the sudden turn. The grinning fox mask was held firmly close to her face with one hand as her eyes focused on determining where the girl was in the shadow of the alley. She remained in her defensive posture with her eyes stood straight, not moving and not twitching, like an alerted canine. She began to relax her body and stood straight after letting few seconds passed. She did not answer her hello and only waited for her to come closer.
Th-thank you very much!" She blurts out the word like a sudden gust of wind, slowly yet deliberately. Without much consideration for what the woman thinks of her, Misaki blushes and places four fingers upon her cheeks whilst her ears and tail twitch in embarrassment. She is not sure what she really looks like, but she can guess that she must look more than awkward.
Suddenly, Misaki realizes that the woman must not have really seen her to begin with, and nor have her also. Except, she can definitely make out the contours of her figure, and as the moon creeps slowly out of the night sky, a sliver of light falls upon the savior. Her mask is staring ominously in Misaki's direction, but the girl does not seem to be intimidated by it. Since they are both partially clear in front of one another, Misaki drops her arm down and one hand holds the other.
Her stomach is growling incessantly now, and the pang of hunger is slowly slithering its way into her brain. Despite knowing that eyeing the bag of food is wrong, the young lady wouldn't help but do so. Still, this is the chance of a life time to be within talking distance of her savior. She must get to know her, or at least, her name. Though, what if this person does not want to know her? Her posture already feels like it's ready to run away.
"Um..." Misaki holds a hand out, as if she's already seeing her leave and wanting her to come back. "Please, don't go, I-I just want to..talk to you."
Her last few words drifts into nothing, as an idea pops into her mind. This made the girl smile a little, her already rosy cheeks turning a shade darker at the proposal she will make. "Would you like to eat with me?"
Hesitation rang in the mixture of feelings she picked up from the young girl as she expressed great amount of gratitude. Her gesture was mesmerizing- the gesture that was so unlike any other girls she has met before. There was no sense of trying to dominant her from the youngster, for she simply just stood there with her eyes watching her. Haine remained quietly. She should reply her thanks, shouldn't she? Faint howls heard along with the moonlight shined on the position she was standing. She tilted her head up. Her mask revealed itself fully under the whitish light of the moon. The howls were not dogs. They were from her kindred- from Rapture who were on patrol just like her. Looks like things were all right for tonight. It was not a call of emergency, it was a confirmation that the area was free from any trouble. She hummed lightly and slowly turned her head to her as the young girl caught her attention once again.
"Please, don't go, I-I just want to..talk to you."
The Vulpes tilted her head promptly.
"Would you like to eat with me?"
Silence crept in the air as the raven-haired remained quiet. Things would have gone more awkward if she did not suddenly chuckle. Yes, the Regalia chuckled over the young female's offer to stay and dine with her. She huffed lightly, shifting her weight onto one foot with one hand casually placed on her hip.
"Well, that's not the plan I had in mind," she spoke. Her voice sounded rather deep than the normal due to the mask covering the face and her mouth from the open air. She took few steps aside, head hanging in the air little bit as if she was considering to accept the offer or not. "Hmm..." she hummed, tilting her head from side to side and then turned to face her. She laughed lightly and with a shrug, she announced her decision.
"Why not, I guess?"
While things did not go according to her plan, she has no intention of ruining the young girl's night. Instead, she thought perhaps she could be her way of wasting her time tonight. Her mind continued to wonder about this decision she took. Was it not too hassle? She fixed her mask. "But why would do such a thing? Aren't you little bit concern if I'm a bad person?" she asked with eerie tone. A girl like her should not try to get all warm with someone she did not know, even if that someone was being kind to her.
"What if my plan is to lure you with food, so I could get to your good side and then do something horrible to you?" she added.
for a moment, misaki's heart sank. But she did not want to show it to the woman, nor try to convince her to do what she wants. A momentary solitude is then broken by the howls of some creatures nearby, or perhaps far away. Hearing this, Misaki flinches slightly, but nonetheless regains her composure quickly. Seeing her savior's form still rooted to the spot comforts her somewhat.
Yet, against all odds, the woman laughs and agrees, making a smile form on Misaki's face. Her hands, upon the fortunate twist of fate, now is clasped together upon her chest - a sign of quiet happiness in hearing such words. Unknowingly, Misaki lets out a sigh of relief; this is akin to asking someone out on a date really.
Without speaking (how can she speak when happiness is suffocating her voice?), Misaki walks forward, her face stiff but nonetheless a sheepish smile is on there. She watches the woman fix her mask, and then the latter's mouth spoke again. This time, however, Misaki's smile wavers upon hearing her words.
"Well, I don't think you're bad because..." She hesitates, as words seem to fail upon her tongue. "...It's a gut instinct of mine, that you're a good person." Actually, deep inside Misaki does not know what she is talking about. This woman could have been trying to trick her, she could be a bad person, but somehow Misaki couldn't bring herself to doubt her. It's maybe the fact that she's still giving her food, something which the young girl lacks besides a home and a family.
"I-I trust my instincts, ma'am." Misaki finally adds as confidently as possible. The atmosphere is getting ridiculously tense, and this shouldn't be a night where such negativity happens.
