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 day hadn't been longer than any of nimat's other days, but it was a long day nonetheless. between class and work, and running on a university student's poor night of sleep, by the time his last hour ended he was running on autopilot. practically dragging his bag of books by the time he boarded his bus, he had promptly dropped into his usual seat, leaned against the window, and rested his eyes.
this wasn't enough to put him to sleep—particularly not with his head slamming against the glass every time they drove over a pothole—but it was as relaxing as his commute home ever got. for the forty-five minutes or so of his ride, he counted out the stops; a foolproof method, that much was true, but it only really worked when you got on the right bus.
his routine so cemented into his mind, the idiot had walked almost five blocks before he even figured anything was wrong. glancing urgently around like a lost child, he could figure by the names of the streets that he was in the gibbous moon district. with that knowledge, it finally clicked together where exactly he had gone wrong, and oh god, he was an idiot.
it had been his bus—or it would have been, yknow, if he was trying to get to work. this new information didn't help him at all; outside of sweet briar, he knew little of the area, as he didn't really have a reason to explore otherwise. he had been here before, certainly, in the several years he had lived on the isle he had acquainted himself with almost all of it, but it was by no means familiar.
he could pick out some landmarks, though. most striking was the ferris wheel; as the sun grew closer to setting, its illuminated form stood out even more stunningly from the rest of the townscape. he had been to the fair grounds once or twice; maybe from there he'd be able to find his way back, he thought, but the idea quickly paled in appeal when he realized what else would be there. food. objective in sight, he picked up his pace.
he wasn't sure why he had expected anything to be cheap. after a certain number of blocks he hadn't even needed the visual in the distance; he followed his nose in a beeline to the food stalls, eagerly daydreaming about what delicious, oily disasters he would be stuffing his face with. upon actually arriving, though, he wept for what was left in his pockets. at least he hadn't eaten lunch today.
shelling out a sinful amount of money, he came away with two corndogs and a funnel cake and threw himself down on a nearby bench to eat his beautiful junk dinner. it tasted like shame.
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noon. that was what the clock on her night table said. regel groaned and rolled over, pulling her soft blanket over her head. normally, she would be sleeping soundly at this hour, and nothing short of the next world war was capable of waking her. however, it was her fourth day off from her injury and the creature of the night was beginning to accustom herself to daylight hours. the girl closed her eyes, waiting for something, anything. mostly waiting for sleep probably. but it never came and not ten minutes later, she found herself getting out of bed.
every once in a while, time off felt good. a reward to herself after weeks of hard work. but three days spent with only herself for company was pushing it. having to hobble around her apartment definitely did nothing to make her vacation more enjoyable. at least what was once agony in her ankle had lessened to an annoying ache. regel could still walk on it but dancing, and by extension work, was out of the question.
despite her injury, regel had managed to tidy up her apartment. her small living space looked cleaner than it had in months. her laundry was folded, her floor was swept, her kitchen was spotless, even her bed was (mostly) made. she had managed to contain her destructive tendencies to one table, making neat piles of metal parts. seeing all of it drew a deep sigh out of the girl. she was running out of things to do around her apartment.
in the span of the next six hours, regel managed to meander through the motions of life, completing what remained of her chores. cooking, more cleaning, groceries, yet still more cleaning; the girl thought that if she had to look at the inside of her apartment any longer, she would go mad. putting her shoes on, regel ignored the dull ache in her ankle and ran all seven flights of stairs to the lobby, power walked outside, and kept marching until she reached the bus stop.
the sky was full of warm red and orange hues when regel stepped off at her stop. it was just dark enough that the lights had begun to turn on, twinkling as they swayed in the wind. though it was a weekday, there was still quite a crowd.
she came here often enough, attracted to the vendor's cheap wares. her favourite was always the small remote controlled air planes and the girl enjoyed both playing with them and taking them apart.
her aim today was not to buy cheap toys, however. actually, regel didn't know why she was here other than the cabin fever of being locked in her apartment was driving her mad. aimlessly, the girl wandered among the shops and games, relishing in the bustling human presence. in a way, it reminded her of work, but the notable lack of catcalls from every direction made being there infinitely better than work could ever be. going under the radar for once felt good.
by now, regel's ankle was starting to protest harder and her limp grew more pronounced. seeking a place to rest, the girl caught sight of a familiar white head. she could not help the small smile that sprang to her lips. "nimat."
staying in one place for so long and cramming his face, as he started to fill up nimat was growing even more tired than before. the people continued to rush by, and the bright flashing lights came from every direction, but in his satisfied, sleepy haze, he barely noticed any of it. it wasn't until he was addressed directly that he lifted his head and strove for some awareness of his surroundings.
nimat.
oh. that could be a very bad thing. before now, for only a few minutes of his life had he heard the voice that spoke to him, and he didn't match it to its owner right away. immediately, his first thought was that it must be someone from one of his classes, and he was dead set on the idea that he would just ignore it. he hadn't heard you. wrong person. move along. fortunately for him, it didn't take long for the wheels in his head to start turning again.
glancing in the direction from which the voice came, it took hardly any time at all to single her out in the crowd. just that was enough to change his entire outlook on his day—rather than having made a mistake, nimat supposed he may have gotten very, very lucky. this mindset was easy to embrace until he remembered how far from presentable he was; he had had no more than ten hours of sleep in the past five days, and both of his hands were occupied by his pathetic excuse for a meal.
"regel—" oh god, was that her name? it formed in his mouth before he had time to think about it, if he had gotten it wrong, he would die—
she had remembered his name. that was so cool.
though he was nervous, seeing the smile on her lips made him smile in tandem. he wondered if it was appropriate to clear a space for her to sit beside him; if she was just saying hi to be polite and had intentions of moving on, he didn't want to create the illusion that she owed him further attention, but if she wanted to stay and talk, he didn't want to seem cold, either. making decisions was hard.
he remembered her ankle, though, and it was one of the first things he checked. the limp was still apparent in how she walked, and that was enough to make up his mind. dragging his book bag off the empty spot of the bench and into his lap, he looked up at her again, eyes shining enthusiastically with intention.
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for a fleeting second, regel feared nimat did not remember her. the girl's fear only grew as she watched him look anywhere but at her. it was strange that such a notion would sting her feelings so hard. but it was also strange that regel had warmed up to nimat as fast as she had. the girl supposed something about the boy (his ears) was disarming but regel was quick to dismiss such hypotheses. she liked to think that she was excellent at keeping her walls up. nimat was just an enigma
figuring the boy had better things to do than make small talk with someone they had known for all of an hour, regel was about to move on. hearing her name called, regel let the easy smile return to her face. he remembered her after all. the fact should not have made her so happy. but it did. huh.
deciding to have mercy on her ankle, regel started at a slow limp towards the boy. she was glad that by the time she made it there, he had cleared a space for her, saving her from the awkward and uncomfortable task of looking for a reason to stick around after the usual pleasantries.
taking the proffered seat, regel stretched out her legs gratefully. it brought immediate relief to the ache in her ankle. while not a perfect solution, the remaining unpleasantless simply became a simple beat in the background. the girl was content to just sit for a moment, almost forgetting that she had come over for conversation rather than silent companionship.
as soon as she had sat down, he shifted in how he was sitting, angling himself towards her. neither of them had said a single word yet since their reintroduction, but already she had his full, obvious focus; his ears were twisted forward attentively, and the tip of his tail curled up beside him tapped an aggressive metronome on the bench.
how's it going?
in his haze, it took him a moment to register this as a real question that required an answer, and not just something people said to fill the space. before he said anything, he nodded several times, shaking himself awake in the process, or at least enough to form a passable response.
"it's good," he was satisfied with the white lie; despite what the question sounded like, no one really wanted you to lament about your bad day, bad month, bad year. he further comforted himself with the reminder that it wasn't totally dishonest—things were looking up now, at least, in their own way.
he wasn't interested in talking about his life anyway. there was nothing to talk about; he was more than happy to avoid letting her know just how boring he actually was.
"what about you? how is it? i mean— your ankle." by the looks of it, it was still causing her considerable discomfort, but he hoped it had at least let up a bit. on one hand, if she was up and walking around on it without looking like she was going to fall over, it had to have been better than before, but the fact she was walking on it at all had to have set it back a while, too. if he had had the extra money, he might have bought a lemonade or something, if only to give her something to ice it with.
he would have liked to buy her something in general. he wanted to go ahead and keep eating, but that was impolite when you had company; juggling one of his corndogs into the same hand with which he held his funnel cake, he extended the other one in offering. on some level it occurred to him that he should be more concerned with the gesture—pretty girl, please don't judge him for his poor nutritional choices—but the upside of his exhaustion was that his inhibitions were on their way out the door with everything else.
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the boy swayed dangerously and seemed to need a moment to wake up. regel hoped she was just imagining things but the dark bags that contrasted clearly against nimat's light skin spoke otherwise. briefly, regel felt bad that she was intruding in the boy's space. but he was sitting plainly out in a public area. if he wanted to rest, he would've gone home.
still, regel found herself worrying.
"it's good."
regel found that hard to believe. good usually did not include passing out in a park. it was not her place to concern herself in the boy's affairs. however, regel could not help but attempt to offer nimat the same concern he offered her. "are you sure? you don't look so good." the girl's fingers twitched, resisting the urge to reach up and feel his forehead.
the inquiry towards her ankle made the smile return to regel's face. he didn't have to care but he did. what a sweet boy.
"it's healing," she answered, lifting her leg up to admire the lack of a grapefruit sized lump. the ankle still swelled but it was hardly noticeable now.
letting her gaze wander between the crowd and nimat, regel watched him juggle his second corn dog into his hand. inwardly, the girl cringed at this. what if he dropped it? it would be a waste of good food. still, she tried not to look at nimat too intensely. regel figured nimat was hungry, but to balance two corn dogs and some funnel cake was pushing it a little. what the girl didn't expect was being offered that second corn dog. regel quickly declined, hoping not to come off as rude. she enjoyed junk food as much as the next person but she had to make money using her face. resist the temptation, regel.
nimat's ears reflexively moved to lean back against his head in a display of discomfort. he knew what she meant, but this still wasn't a good thing to hear. as concerned as he was with his appearance, nimat didn't bother with something as trivial as carrying a pocket mirror, if only because he'd never stop preening if he had. still, he wished he could see what she saw, though he was at least self-aware enough that he knew he wouldn't like what looked back at him. when he got home, he would look into it.
"yeah, it's all right, sorry," minding his posture, he straightened his back for once, hoping the sensory stimulation and deliberate motion might encourage a second-wind.
it's healing.
whether or not it was meant for his own admiration, the motion of her leg drew his eyes in, his mental burnout causing him to stare and consider the state of her ankle for a bit longer than he should have required. "it looks better," he stated the obvious, "a lot better." better, but not yet healed. it wasn't his place to be making decisions for her or anyone else, but he was definitely content to keep her off her feet for as long as she'd keep him company.
he wasn't sure what he'd expected, offering her his food, and coming away from the situation, he did feel a bit more foolish than he had anticipated. it wasn't solely an act of politeness, though; he really had overestimated his own hunger, as people tended to do. nodding, he pulled his hand back, resting both hands in his lap and staring at that which they held. just what was he going to do with you? in another (frankly, impressive) maneuver, he managed to free one of his hands, wrapping everything in napkins and stuffing what was left in the small compartment of his bag.
"is there anything you do want?" remembering the few bills left in his pocket, he almost felt obligated to get her something, now that he had made a show of waving his food around. for the time being though, with his hands free and the satisfaction that they were thoroughly clean, he ran his hands through his hair in a last-ditch effort to salvage his appearance. he wouldn't necessarily look good—he didn't necessarily ever look good—but it was important that he at least look like he had tried.
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he didn't seem alright. but nimat had assured her twice now that he was fine. it was not her place to pry, regel reminded herself. she watched his ears flatten back in discomfort. definitely not a good subject.
between the standard pleasantries and inquiries into the state of her injury, regel realized she had precious little to talk to nimat about. actually, she couldn't remember the last time she had an actual conversation outside of work. this form of friendly interaction felt almost bizzare.
regel was content to sit in quiet comraderie with the boy. her eyes wandered the crowd instinctively, and she had to remind herself that like these people, regel was also a guest here. there would be bank making here.
"is there anything you do want?"
she fiddled with her scarf, tightening it and pulling it more firmly over the words on her neck as she considered his offer. regel wanted a lot of things: her ankle to heal so she could go back to work; not work, she just wanted to dance; something to fill the monotony that was the remainder of her so called vacation; something to...
it suddenly occurred to her that nimat could not possibly mean any of those things. the food she declined came to mind. of course he meant something more rooted in the material world. by the looks of him, however, nimat seemed like a poor student. regel would feel bad if he spent money on her.
still, she had not emptied her wallet from what she managed to make on the night she injured herself. for her line of work, it was a meager sum. a mere fourty or so in a number of random bills. but at this fair, it could definitely buy them some fun.
"wanna play some games?" she asked, trying not to feel bad about keeping nimat from what was probably some much needed rest.
nimat had to get it together. there was nothing he would rather do at the moment than go home and crawl in bed, but even before that, he had a few hours of homework to do. he already looked and felt terrible, and he knew he had to use his energy wisely while he had it. she had just gotten here, but he was already trying to think of a way to excuse himself, not because he wanted to, but because he—
wanna play some games?
once again, his ears perked up, and he lifted his head to look at her, trying to read her expression. games? here? as in, with her? right now? "together?"
he was much less excited about the games as he was excited about what they meant; it wasn't a line anyone but nimat would have drawn, but the difference in involvement and investment was what made it important. as they were now, it was a coincidence, but deciding to go off and do other things, and do them together— that was a meeting, an agreement, a rendezvous. his decision was an obvious one.
"yeah, of course," the response was prompt. he was well aware of how his choice would affect him negatively later on, but for once, he couldn't force himself to care. for whatever reason, he found himself drawn to her, and when presented with an opportunity to spend more time with her, he couldn't bring himself to turn it down. he assigned an unusually high degree of importance to it.
"will you be okay to walk? we could—" ah. there was one important thing he had forgotten to take into consideration. pausing mid-sentence, mouth still open, he slumped into a sigh. money. his nearly total lack of it was enough to be embarrassing, but it was even worse seeing as he had already agreed; the opportunity dissolved before him thanks to his own incompetence. face reddening, there was nothing he could do but accept defeat. "i can't. sorry. i'm broke."
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regel had to stifle a laugh. whether he meant it or not, the way he perked up was adorable and she suddenly had the strongest urge to rub his ears. she resisted though, translating the urge into fidgeting with her scarf. her smile widened. "yes of course. who else would i play games with?"herself was the unstated answer, though regel highly doubted it was the games she was interested in.
more like nimat. she was drawn to him like a magnet and she was probably never going to know why.
at his affirmation, regel was already standing up, testing her ankle. satisfied that her rest had been long enough, she turned to the boy expectantly.
from a different angle, regel saw that nimat did indeed look as haggard as she thought he was. the guilt returned and she was almost about to suggest they go home. however, she remembered how excited he looked a moment before. maybe they could stay a little longer; no more than an hour. then she would insist they go home.
predictably, he was worried about her condition. from another person, regel may have been annoyed, but she quickly found the boy's caring persona an endearing one. "don't worry about me. i'll be fine." she turned in place for nimat to see, trying to placate his concerns. apparently, there was something more dire than her ankle, because his whole visage suddenly fell.
i can't. sorry. i'm broke.
she tried to give him a reassuring smile. nimat definitely a poor college student. "it's okay, i have money. think of it as payback for helping me."
ears flattening submissively, he immediately opened his mouth to protest. they had only just met; he couldn't stand to make his bad first impression even worse by becoming a burden so early on. the situation was embarrassing enough as it already was, if he could at least go without becoming a parasite he might be able to salvage something from the wreckage of his pride.
think of it as payback for helping me.
he frowned, looking up at her apologetically. he hadn't considered the possibility that she could want to pay him back for that; he didn't see it as anything that required compensation in the first place. on some level, he really wanted to be swayed by it, rationalizing it in his head as he went: maybe he was doing her a favor by ridding her of her own perceived debt? maybe it would clear her mind? maybe he could forgive himself for his selfishness after all.
"if you're sure, just this once," he had given in, but it still didn't feel right to him—not just leeching off of her, but accepting help from anyone in the first place. he was used to putting much more work into things; having something come to him so easily felt strange, as though he had skipped a step somewhere along the line. he genuinely was glad for it, though, and perhaps he could repair his conscience somewhere in the long run, too; if they got on good terms now, he could make things up to her in the future. keeping this mindset, he tried to put his guilt out of his mind. the night would be a waste of her money if he didn't at least try to enjoy it.
"are you sure? about your ankle?" pulling the strap of his bag up over his shoulder and getting back up on his feet, he paid careful attention to her stance and gait, hoping she wasn't putting too much stress on it. he wouldn't tell her what to do, but he did want to know how much worse he had to feel about their night. "i could probably find another umbrella to steal for you, if you want." jokes.
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the boy was an open book. his inner battle was written plainly on his face and in his actions; she could tell the exact moment he decided to go along with her. regel rewarded him with a grin. she shifted weight impatiently from foot to foot, waiting for him to get up. the look on his face was almost pitiful, however. she did not think she knew anyone who looked so sorry about having to spend someone else's money. it made her grin widen.
"i'm really sure," she stressed, "besides, you look like you could use some fun." indeed nimat looked like he had spent the last ten years serving in a labour camp. she wanted to see him lighten up. regel watched the boy heave his backpack on his shoulder. it was a considerable burden. getting him to lighten up might be a harder task than she thought.
seeing nimat stand up, regel started forward a few steps, practically prancing on her feet. regel realized she was happy around him. not the kind of happy she put up at work to get men to open their pockets but the genuine kind that filled her with warmth. she knew she was stepping into dangerous territory, but what startled her the most was that she didn't care. or rather, she trusted that nimat was the person he appeared to be (kind, caring, maybe a little simple; not the kind of person you expect to hurt you). (but she didn't think saiph would hurt her either).
quickly shooing her thoughts away, regel surveyed the stands. there were a lot of generic games -- shooting targets, fishing for fish; she wondered if nimat wanted to play any of them. opening her mouth to ask, regel cut herself off, seeing the cacophony of light that was the ferris wheel. nimat's backpack was heavy and he looked tired. dragging it from stall to stall would only make him worse. on the ferris wheel though, they could just sit and enjoy the city scape.
"wanna get on that?" she asked, pointing a finger towards the lighted contraption.
nimat was beginning to learn the girl; the fluidity and understanding in their interactions was far from his usual experience in dealing with people, and it stood out to him like a beacon. his nerves were far from gone, but it was a step in the right direction. he could tell, for instance, that those grins she flashed him were declarations of victory, and that the mock pout he flashed back would be taken for what it was.
i'm really sure.
the enthusiasm she insisted on made him feel a bit better about the predicament. he couldn't help but feel at first that he was bothering her, or that she had only chosen to accompany him to resolve some feeling of obligation; those feelings would probably always be there on some level, he figured, but at least with her reassurance he could try to convince himself otherwise. she was definitely right on the front that he could use some fun, too. not nearly as much for the fair as for her company, he found himself excited, basking in the stimuli that 99% of his life failed to provide.
wanna get on that?
ah. he had zoned out. looking up at her, he went on to follow her line of sight to the ferris wheel off some short way in the distance. it had been the thing that had guided him here in the first place; he marveled at it in appreciation. it was one more sign of just how out of it he was, to assign such significance to an inanimate object, but he really thought it might have been a good omen, or a calling of some sort. he'd think himself an idiot for it later, of course. he gave a few slow nods, not yet entirely sure just what he was in for.
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regel could not help the laughed that escaped from her lips when nimat pouted at her. cute. but even more, she could not remember the last time she laughed so freely and she gave the boy an admiring look. seldom did she find someone like this, who she could just be herself around. once again she marvelled at the easy rhythm that she found herself falling into beside nimat.
upon receiving his approval, regel had to stop herself from speeding off; slowing her pace so that one laden with the burden of whatever bag of bricks he was carrying could follow her. marching up to the ride, regel was pleased to find that there was not much of a line. handing the appropriate amount of funds to the ticket person, they were directed to a waiting cabin.
the inside was all cold metal. regel was glad for the low light; it was definitely not the cleanest place on earth. in truth, she had never ridden a ferris wheel before. she had always passed it over for more intense rides at the amusement parks she went to. even now, the excitement only lay in spending more time with nimat.
in her excitement, regel completely forgot she still had not an inkling when it came to communication. she fiddled more with her scarf as the ride took off, slowly raising them high up into the sky. the need to conversation was halted for a moment; regel looked out the open window, watching the world get smaller. from here, she could see a great deal of their island. it was dark enough that lights were turning on, and the scene below looked like a myriad of stars against an urban backdrop.
even without his bag of books, nimat would have paced himself quite slowly after seeing her hang back to match him. it'd keep her on her feet longer, but the slow movement would reduce some of the impact, at least. she had told him not to worry, but something like that was easier said than done.
he did himself a favor and turned a blind eye while she paid out the required amount for the two of them, going ahead to board their shared compartment. he was grateful that out of all of the rides present at the park she had gone ahead and chosen this one; surely he would have agreed to whatever she had suggested, but he'd rather it be this than a rollercoaster or one of those spinning death-machines that dotted the grounds. he had never been on one either—no funds as a child, no time as an adult—but its slow rotation and beautiful display of lights was particularly charming when weighed against the other rides available to them.
still, he was surprised when the suspended car tilted as he stepped into it, and sank quickly (and somewhat unintentionally) onto one of the metal benches on either side. it was where he would have ended up anyway— he had meant to do that. yes. absolutely. it evened out almost perfectly when she sat across from him, thankfully, but he found himself sitting deliberately still to avoid rocking the car; he was not particularly afraid of heights, but the reminder that he was suspended in the air in a metal cage made his stomach flip on a primal level alone.
the arrangement surprised him in that he hadn't anticipated just how private it would seem. the next compartment was literally feet from them, visible through either window at their backs, but in their small and isolating capsules, they may as well have been on separate planets. all at once, he found he was more nervous about that than he was about the ride itself; it bordered on intimate.
he wasn't going to think about that—more like, he wouldn't allow himself. their night had just barely started, and he knew dangerous territory when he saw it; he was nervous enough as it was, and he had learned better than to view things so readily through rose-colored lenses. the simple fluency and joy present in their interactions was what was drawing him to her in the first place; he had no ulterior motives, and it had to stay that way: full stop. he directed his attention to the scenery below them, nipping his thought process in the bud, but the anxiety translated plainly in his actions.
absentmindedly he pulled at his sleeves: double, triple, quadruple checking that the name bore on his wrist was totally and entirely concealed. cherished— how cruel.
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