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.
So this is the place where his fellow Elitist lived. This...boring looking apartment. There was nothing special here. Just your average blank looking apartment walls that could do with a bit of paint. Hell, even the windows could do with a bit of a deep cleaning. Truly, there was nothing impressive about this living hole. The only semi-impressive thing about this whole building was the stairs he was currently on. it was a miracle they even held together.
Of course, this was all the view point of young Edea when in reality the apartment complex seemed actually rather nice for the area. He just believed it below himself to even look a the damn area. If it didn't cost a couple of K's then he wasn't going to live there.
Coming up to the proper doorway that hide the other Wraith, he stopped to look at himself. His heels where in perfect condition. The blue heels were unscratched. His normal halter dress in perfectly good order and the bows in his two pig-tails where perfect. Yes, he was one hundred percent perfect right now. Well, almost perfect as he had to adjust girls into their proper resting positions. Perfect.
With a swift nod the strawberry blond knocked on the door and shifted his weight to the left and then to the right as he waited. Surely, it wouldn't take the buffoon too long to unlock the door to see a pretty lady in---but wait! What was his name?
"Goddamn it" He muttered as he pulled at his brain. It wasn't a very hard name and he heard it before. He just cared not to remember it until now.
""Those that want to live free cannot be bound by the rules of the world...they must live by their own."
"Fuck."
The athletic body of Raz laid in a tub of ice in his mid sized apartment after a long night of fighting, again another couple of wins under his belt and some new but unsightly bruises under his belt. The feeling of the ice feeling up on his body causing it to cool down and become loose and controlled made him slink deeper into the ice filled tub. Across from him was a single glass of scotch that he had grabbed from the bar before coming in here, the half filled glass become empty as he gulped it all down with no chaser and went back to relaxing in the ice.
The time passed slowly as Raz's tail moved to the ticking of the clock on the wall outside of the bathroom continued to tick in consistency causing a small beat to continue in his head until he had heard the knocking of someone at his door," Who the fuck...could be coming here at this time of the night. I swear if its that asshole Ibari i am going to kick a new asshole into him," the ice that encased him would slowly move and sink back into the shower/ bathtub mixture as he stood up and stretch before moving out of the bathroom and to the living room...naked.
Raz didn't care if most of his company saw him naked and in fact he didn't give a damn because he was in the comfort of his own home. After a few more seconds the tumbler of the lock could be heard twisting and chinking until the door full opened and the tall naked form of Raz could be seen on the other side of it.
Looking outside the tall male would look around before looking down to the....was this a woman? Raising a quick brow Raz would scratch his ears and clear his throat thinking about where he had seen this person and mentally slapped himself before speaking," So...what can i help you with," the air from outside hit his body like a ton of bricks causing him to chuckle and step out of the way," Come on in," closing the door behind his guest, he slowly moved to sit on the couch to await his guest to speak.
Tick tock went the clock as Edea waited patiently beyond the door. His blond tail lightly tapped at his ankle with a slight annoyance. It shouldn't take this long to open a damn door but then again it had only been about two minutes. Seriously, Edea needed to really work on his waiting skills when it came to be outside someones home. With a small sigh he proceeded to pick at his finger nails.
The turning of the lock shifted while blond ears moved towards the sound in full alert. Emerald eyes instantly glued towards the door with half interest while the other was more interested in seeing the person-------naked? Wait, was he seeing that right? Was there really a naked man in front of him? He couldn't help but glance down and stare for half a second before meeting Razimel's gaze. "First by taking this." Without missing a beat the feline tossed up what looked to be a small fruit cake. "Don't ask. Don't care and don't mind if I do!"
With an up and open palm towards Razimel, he entered the little home. Stepping to the side he was kind enough to remove his three inch heels that brought him back down to his small height of five foot even. "So, do you always answer the door naked or is that to try and woo the ladies? If so, I would work on that. You failed on both accounts of being entertaining."
Now back to his mental wondering. Name, he needed a name. Was it Rumple? Razamere? Razor? Razmalls? Mouth balls? Ah, no wait now he had it! "Prehaps a bit of a twirl would achieve your goal better, eh, Razimel?" He spoke with nothing but complete sarcasm. He could careless that the man before him was nude and if he stayed that way then so be it. In truth, he really didn't know the fighter well but he did hear his name spoken before as well as where he lived. Got to love the squealing piggies in ally ways.
Walking into the living quarters with both hands on his hips, he twirled once around on his heel to take in the whole place. "Rather...quaint isn't it?" In other words: small, boring, uninteresting, and completely unoriginal.
MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE
""Those that want to live free cannot be bound by the rules of the world...they must live by their own."
Something....was off here. Raz only looked for a second before blinking and absentmindedly catching the cake that was thrown into the air by the person that had knocked onto his door. Razimel looked at the strange cake for a moment before looking to Edea and then back to the cake that had been sitting in the palm of his right hand," This...is going to be interesting i think?," or so he thought as he closed the door and sat the cake onto his bar before moving back to the couch.
"Don't believe there is a rule about answering your own door naked and besides i don't need to be naked to woo anybody....wait," he chuckled for a moment as he looked at Edea," you think was trying to woo you or something? Sorry bud but you should get your head out of your ass before you get stuck up there or maybe its too late for you," the other elite from a first impressions alone seemed like someone either fucked up in the head or were prideful as hell which made for a boring person in his own opinion.
The small scent of sarcasm reeked from his company (if sarcasm had a smell he would have it all over him?), regardless of that small fact Razimel would shrug and scratch the peppered colored hair that sat matted on his head," Why don't you sit and spin first and then we will see who needs to "twirl" eh?," the words flowing out rather naturally as his black tail tapped on the couch softly.
Razimel didn't need a lavish or big house to be happy and being the one that lived on his own he loved his mid-sized apartment and didn't care what anybody thought about it. Edea's little observation on his abode brought about a small shrug as he stood up and walked over to the bar and fixed himself a small drink of scotch," It gets the job done. I don't need a large house to be happy then i would be compensating for something like yourself right?," the small insult flying across the room as he slowly sipped out of the cup and leaned against the bar staring at the other Elite.
A sharp glare of unimpressed distaste was sent directly towards Razimel. There wasn’t anyone in this whole world that could woo Edea as well as no near stupid or brave enough too. The nerve of this man. Ugh, clearly his head was going to the wrong area. ”Honey, you got nothing to even begin to woo with me and that body of yours isn’t anything special. So, how about you take your own head of your ass instead.” With a shake of the blonds head he went about digging the dirt out of his nails idly while plopping his little ass down in a chair. He wasn’t sure what to make of the salt and pepper shaker man out. He came over mostly because he was curious of those within his little circle. It was best to know who he needed to take a knife to now then later.
Green eyes snapped back to meet Razimel’s. No words where needed for that moment to get the point across that if he was going to be a little smart ass then Edea would have no problems at all taking that little voice box of his neck. Then happily parade down town with it as a trophy to be mounted in a little glass box for all too see. Edea River was not known for his kindness among others. ”Well, aren’t you just cute.” There was no charm in his words but flat line annoyance for compensating joke. ”But your Moma just loved you.”
Maybe trying to be semi-civil with another Elite was going to be a bad idea? Well, if it was then oh well nothing he could do about it. But what he could do was taken in everything about this one before moving onto the next.
(OOC: XD sorry I kinda forgot the idea for this thread thanks to con XD)
MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE
""Those that want to live free cannot be bound by the rules of the world...they must live by their own."
Raz stopped for a small moment as he tipped the drink on the tips of his fingers and simply busted out laughing as he stared at Edea almost dropping the cup in the process," You are a barrel of laughs you know that? I wouldn't dream of trying to woo someone like you...sorry to say you're not exactly my type and i'd hate to bruise that delicate little ego of yours...Edea was it?," the amber eyes locked onto the male as if Raz was anticipating the reaction that would come, but in his mind he was simply having a little fun with the other elite or testing him in small terms.
A small smile appeared on the face of the young fighter as his tail unwrapped from his waist and returned in a single swipe," Why thank you for the compliment princess...didn't know you had a sweet side to you," the small hint of sarcasm in his voice would show that he wasn't too pleased with his comrade but he was having fun for a bit. However, as Edea wouldn't know he had unknowingly hit a small landmine with Raz the result being a very cracked glass within his hand. Now the glass in his hand was reinforced so that things like this wouldn't happen so his strength had gotten the better of him.
Sitting the cracked glass down he looked at his hand and smiled, licking the small trace of blood from his palm and walking off," Yeah...apparently more than yours," his body disappearing into the depths of his apartment before returning with a pair of pants on and an open black jacket showing his dog tags. On his hands however were a pair of black fist wraps," Now Edea why don't we take a little walk...i'd hate for your little wonderful personality to explode in my "quaint" home as you call it," if she had agreed he would wait for him to exit before following behind.
