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.
HERE WE ARE AT THE START I CAN FEEL THE BEATING OF OUR HEARTS
a breeze ruffled turquoise colored locks, dropping the strands into aquamarine eyes; however, the figure did not move from his crouched position. seemingly lifeless eyes blinked and then shifted away from the grave marker, studying the sky with startling intensity. pale grey clouds drifted lazily across the pale blue sky, and for the moment, they obscured the late afternoon sun, hiding it behind their fluffy masses. a storm? the blunette mused to himself, turning his attention away from the sky. people viewed the cemetery in disdain; however, kijana felt compelled to visit the deceased, half wondering if their graves would provide him with an insight into the mindset of society. he could not wrap his mind around the sheep mentality that people shared. was he expected to conform to their ideals? pale lips twitched slightly, the barest hints of a frown. he did not see the beauty in the afternoon sky and thought the dead should be appreciated. they completed their tasks in life, and their souls had gone to rest, submitting to an eternal slumber. should he toss aside his notions due to the unspoken laws of society? aquamarine eyes blinked in-and-out of existence as he reached one hand out toward the grave stone, fingers tracing the indents of the letters.
so sad, he breathed as his fingers hovered over the last letter, and when he glanced around, every grave shared the same traces of abandonment. people tossed aside their roots and decided to focus on the present, forgetting about the past. would the wars repeat because of their negligence? his hand dropped away from the aged stone, and with a single, fluid motion, he pushed himself into an upright position, bringing a hand to halt the movement of his bangs as the wind grabbed at his clothes and hair. so… it is a storm, his soft voice mumbled, words snatched away by the furious elements. when would the storm begin—now or later? turquoise tinted eyes shifted up to stare at the sky, which was steadily darkening. with a careless shrug of his shoulders, he began walking, heading deeper into the cemetery. the water would not kill him, and he wanted to pay his respects to the deceased. he understood their sense of loss, having experienced the same abandonment and a similar heartache. as he passed through the rows of graves, he found himself remembering his experience with his mother, his father, and his savior. will the storm rage like that evening? kijana mused aloud as he stumbled to a halt before the church. his head tipped to the side as he studied the decrepit building, wondering if it would provide shelter without resulting in his early demise.
however, he did not enter the building. no, he continued drifting through the cemetery, soundlessly moving through the columns and rows of the solemn resting grounds. when he spotted a particularly interested grave, he would stop and study the marker for several long minutes, and when he appeased his curiosity, the blue haired student propelled himself forward once again. his meandering path continued until a drop of rain landed upon his cheek, sliding down the curved surface and dropping off his chin like a tear. one pale finger brushed against the wet track, rubbing It away while tilting his head back. dark grey clouds covered the sky, suspicious rumbling echoed throughout the cemetery, and within a blink of an eye, a faint drizzle began, rain drops splashing against his exposed skin and sinking into his clothes. are you crying? kijana inquired as he continued to stare at the sky, not minding that the rain grew heavier and that he stood in the main path, which lead directly to the church. he did notice when an object suddenly collided with his prone form, sending him crashing to the ground and staring dumbly at the muddy ground. a soft hum sounded from him as the rain continued to drench him body, a chill sinking deep into his bones. so much for solitude, he murmured, completely disregarding the state of his clothes and health.
Tears cascaded down from the heavens, drenching the once dry earth and plant life with its cold wet sobs. Tears, droplets of crystalline water fell to the earth only for it to crash into the ground breaking into a million pieces that no longer can be place back together. Water formed into puddles turning the stable earth that held her feet into a watery mess. Fluffy masses of known as clouds hovered overhead swarming through the greyish skies, shielding the rays from warming the drenched earth. The heavens are crying again...
Mourning for souls that walked through the land and for those... that rested underneath it. Amethyst tinted orbs listlessly looked up towards the overhanging clouds. Darken skies brought a streak of a frown to cross the doll like visage the child possessed. Pale skin made absolutely white from the lack of heavenly rays from the hiding sun.
Right across from the dozens of decaying century old forgotten graves buried by the rampant growth of weeds and other wild floral. Hidden, forgotten, unattended monuments that held the names of people long lingering in only but memories, bodiless spectral that could do nothing more than watch as time slowly moved without them. Casting them in the abyss,
Nothing more but a name in history, nothing more than a voice in the past that’s never looked back at, for the dead it’s what’s bound to happen. Further ahead from the decaying rocks, crumbling tall stones lay the newer rendition to the old resting place. To this day no matter how old this place is, it’s still being utilized as the only resting grounds in the isle. Right at the edge stood a small hill lined up with newer looking markers. Tiny slabs of concrete stuck to the ground in a symmetrical line facing the old worn down chapel. Worn down by the elements and neglect from her view point she saw patches of paint peeling off from the foundation. Scattering in crumbled bits on the mossy grass.
Even a place of god lay forgotten in this place... much along with just about everyone that lost their foothold in the world. The girl pulled at the dark green jacket she had on her. The fabric creased under her movement, the metallic buttons jostled with each move her body created. Droplets feel upon her head the storm was getting heavier as the heavens weep violently...
Crying for who? She voiced out the internal question through the intense gaze she casted upon the darkened clouds. Upon her perch, right underneath a withering ancient oat a top the hill sat two graves a few years old from the looks of the still white granite cross that marked the two graves. Green grass covered where the coffins lay, covering the once disturbed earth that had to be opened up to admit its new residents. The one on the right she paid no head, ignoring its existence as it the white cross was as invisible as the unseen whispering breathes from the cooling storm winds. The left one...she her body was leaning against, a single book covered with a plastic material to protect it from the elements laid on the marker’s feet. The words engraved on it shared a meaning for her.
‘Forever missed...
Forever will be thy eternal half
Goodnight sweet Sun
Maya Ushiromiya’
The four lettered name that used to be her sword and shield rested beneath the ground she rested on. While the killer rested a few meters from her. Ironic how she had to agree to this set up, refusing to even think about sending her precious other half to rot in the family plot all alone in that suppressing island. Amaterasu shivered, not from the thoughts not from the chilling whispers of the strong gale landing upon them. The winds swept rapidly through the pitiful number of growing strong wood around the vicinity. It swept through the tops, ripping off countless of leaves from them.
The storm was getting worse for comfort but the child remained seeding in her position, even as the water dripped down from her cheeks reminiscing as tears that don’t dare to be shed from those light colored eyes. She would have sat there, disregarding the fragile health her body carried but it was as if some unseen nudge from the spirit that rested on the tomb she leaned on that she crouched up to pull herself back onto those two feet. Her footing was a bit shaky after three hours of doing nothing but sit. Muscles lay dormant now yawned awake as the child took a few unsteady steps down the hill. Mud stained the dark brown boots, some reaching the forest green knee length skirt while patches of rain water began to soak into the white fabric of her sailor collared white shirt. The thin ribbon tied right it flapped through the strong winds as she ascended down. She didn’t held an umbrella other than the covering protection of the furred lining hoody masking her head from the elements.
She was walking in a daze disregarding her surroundings her mind long vacated her head for the golden opportunity to ride the trail of thoughts. To say it wouldn’t bite her... as her path came to a halt by the sudden soft obstruction of a body colliding into her. Nothing flicked from the expressionless façade she held other than abruptly summoning her conscious back into her flesh. The child swapped her gave over to the figure down crumpled on the muddy ground. Half mused halfheartedly how a man of this physique managed to get knocked down a petite frail tiny form such as herself. Humans were strange, that she noted long ago but as much as the child would have walked the other way there’s still some sensible side of mannerisms left in the unfeeling husk as her hand moved to lend the boy a helping hand to stand. She said nothing, merely silence from the doll like figure that appeared before him.
HERE WE ARE AT THE START I CAN FEEL THE BEATING OF OUR HEARTS
crying—it proved to be a foreign concept to the youth though he vaguely remembered a feminine voice whispering about the heavens and the tears of the departed. the dreary weather suited the ancient cemetery, and despite the falling drops of water, kijana viewed the cemetery in a mixture of respect and awe. each drop that crashed against his prone figure reminded him of the mourning souls… those forgotten and abandoned by their descendants. humanity trudged forward, devoting their time and attention to their immediate problems; moreover, people refused to dwell on their mistakes, shoving each incident to the back of their minds. the memories gathered dust, waiting to be acknowledge and begging for attention. no, they stumbled blindly forward, crashing through each obstacle and remaining blissfully unaware of their upcoming punishment. the heavens—but did the heavens exist?—wept for humanity, and those tears morphed into the rain that descended upon the world.
the rain, however, could be describe in a variety of different manners, depending upon whether the individual wanted a scientific or a philosophical answer. from a scientist’s viewpoint, rain was the beginning and end of a cycle, and the crystalline drops provided the world with the nutrients it required. nature thrived due to the rain. children experienced the thrill of adventure while underneath the drizzling sky, and parents allowed their worries to wash away, swept away by the soft pounding of the elements. scientist viewed the summer rain as the end and the beginning—a cycle that repeated constantly and nurtured the residents of the isle and of the world.
with his head tilted to the side, the blunette remained stationary, a lone figure amongst the graves and the rain. he doubted the veracity of the scientist’s opinion, comprehending the words and doubting the affects; however, he viewed the philosopher as an imbecile. why would the heavens cry? why would the sky mourn the departure of souls? their ideas refused to resonate with the sacrifice and left him confused—questions unanswered and doubts uncovered. his mind whirled from thought to thought, never settling on one topic. aquamarine tinted eyes locked onto the sky, disappearing behind pale lids as the drops crashed against his exposed skin. the rain drenched his figure, weighing down his clothes and highlighting his petite frame. given a chance, kijana would continue with his perusal of the graves, but due to the intensity of the storm, his plans fractured, shattering and leaving him spellbound by nature.
his wayward thoughts and inattention signed his defeat, translating into his newfound position on the paved road. mud and water mingled on the lone path, but the fair haired student ignored the uncomfortable sensation of mud and water clinging to his clothes and hands. turquoise hued eyes shifted away from the dark sky, having opened upon experiencing the strange sensation of falling. kijana studied his newfound companion in silence, noting the proffered hand and lifting his eyes higher to connect with the emotionless amethyst colored eyes of the teenaged female. one pale hand rose, fingers wrapping around the offered appendage and allowing the doll-like girl to assist him. upon regaining his former position, he merely stared, thoughts halted and eyes staring unblinkingly into his savior’s. thank you, he murmured; however, his voice was drowned out by the rain, leaving the pair in a standstill.
come, he stated, reaching out with a hand to grab the white haired stranger’s wrist. he carefully began tugging on the appendage as he started forward, gently guiding her toward the church. due to the rain, kijana doubted her ability to hear him, and the church would grant them a reprieve from the howling winds and the crying skies. he merely needed to hope that she did not struggle and would peacefully follow after him. to be honest, the pastel haired youth could not be bothered to care whether he escaped the storm or not. he quite enjoyed the peacefulness of the cemetery… regardless of the weather or of the season.
Tears the physical embodiment of two meanings joy or sorrow, laughter or sadness both of which made it their life’s work to elude the petite silverette. Joy or sadness their meanings lost in a whirlwind of other thoughts that demanded more attention from the child than the ones asking for her to peer into what humans called a heart. Ame’s pretty sure hers malfunctioned several millennia’s ago.
An invisible boot soon took reigns to heel in the thoughts flooding through her brains. Musings that would never be touched for it centered on a subject far too foreign for her logical mind to process, her musings turned over to the prone figure gripping her slightly chilled hand. Skin cooled from the harsh showers raining down from the heavens above. Fresh dew scented the grassy resting place carrying the scent of soaked earth and grass. The rains did carry such a nice smell in it... contemplated the voiceless young woman. Lips still sealed shut unmoving neither twitching with words to express to the blue haired unknown.
Wordlessly as always the child pulled out a hidden strength within her petite vessel to pull the boy, clearly older than she is back to his feet. Her eyes scanned the ground quickly for any items the boy might have dropped satisfied to see none, she peered back up to the taller teenager as he spoke. The silent Italian princess tilted her head in muted silence. For you see, the child never talked.
She’s capable but at the same time projected the flare of being one without a voice. Ironic how her true name matched every aspect of her personality. She inwardly smirked, hiding amusement she gained from it as she began to move her free hand over to his expose skin. In practice ease she began to spell the cryptic language known as sign language. “Welcome.” Nothing else other than that one word, one word was enough. No need for the beautification brought by adding more to the single laid word she signed. Would have been easier if she took out her phone but in this down pour? She frowned as she looked up, water dribbling down her cheeks as they landed and flowed down her doll-like complexion.
“Come.”
A phrase he spoke that quickly dragged her attention back to him. Amethyst tinted eyes followed through with his. Their feet squelched onto the muddy earth leaving behind the imprints of their soles as she mutely followed him. She didn’t fight through his grip no matter how her guardians would frown at the sight of her following a complete stranger. If his intentions were to simply drag them out from his infernal downpour then by all means. She wasn’t going to delay his efforts. The old church came within sight looking ominously at the black cloud filled skies. The only shelter they can grab within notice. Heavy doors stood guard on the building blocking their path until they pushed through it with the old hinges screeching in a creak of old metal grinding against the rotting wood. Dust flared as the doors open earning a cough from the silverette as she accidentally inhaled some of it.
HERE WE ARE AT THE START I CAN FEEL THE BEATING OF OUR HEARTS
life consisted of contradictions. people laughed while crying, and the world continued to spin while humanity remained at a standstill. nature acted mercilessly while the doctors sought mercy, killing to ease the pain and helping soothe the pain of superficial injuries. kijana lacked the mental capacity to understand the duality of human nature. he struggled to survive in the streets, yet he had not achieved solace while residing with his family. comprehension eluded him and kept him grasping at straws. eventually, he ceased caring and deemed himself a misfit of society—someone tossed aside and left to wither or to thrive based on his own assets. he preferred his current existence even if confusion reigned tantamount and if he remained dubious regarding the intentions of his fighter and of his sparse handful of friends. the blunette refused to yield and submit to the world, dragging himself forward and observing everything… silently searching and craving an answer to the lingering confusion.
in the end, nothing mattered. everyone died, and the world used their decaying bodies to nurture itself. peace and love, war and hate were concepts created by humanity. they complicated their existences with the emergence of laws and regulations, and when celebrities gained control of the sheep-esque populace, the world lost individuality and bowed to the insanity of conformity and pop culture. the world courted madness and expected everyone to understand the little anecdotes and the general trivia of the new age. their words bounced senseless around kijana’s mind before being tossed aside by a more pressing concern, and with one careless action, an endless loop formed with the pastel haired youth heralding the shift between contemplation and retrospection.
sapphire tinted eyes narrowed while he lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the downpour. the chill of his fingers kept him from recognizing the similar state of his companion’s skin, but the ability to produce ample amounts of concern evaded his grasp. his mind traced the paved path as he continued to drag amaterasu along. the squelching of their shoes sounded off in his mind—an offbeat tune that chained him to reality. his thoughts tended to drift aimlessly higher and higher until his fingers brushed against the clouds. with an anchor, he remained firmly planted on the earth’s surface, but without one, he meandered aimlessly without purpose through the dimmed halls of his mindscape. solitude afford him the opportunity to judge the incidents of the day or of the week, granting him the chance to glean a deeper understanding into humanity. his current comprehension developed due to weeks of watching people interact and cataloguing their actions on napkins.
the squelching ceased as his foot landed on one of the three stone steps leading to the church. he ascended them quickly, releasing the silver haired girl’s wrist and rushing toward the double doors. kijana waited patiently for her to join him, and with assistance from the petite girl, the doors creaked open. the ominous sound sliced through the repetitive pounding of the rain; however, the blue haired teen merely blinked and then stepped inside. a cough caught his attention. one hand darted out to pull the girl inside, lightly tapping her back before he pivoted and faced the open double doors, which displayed the perfect view of the grey colored. his steps echoed within the church as he pressed his hands against the aged and rusted metal of the closest door. exhaustion weighed upon him as he steadily pushed the door closed and then shifted his attention to the other one, which he left cracked open which allowed faint traces of light and the slightest breeze. darkness filled the space as his gaze sought out the stranger’s presence. better? he inquired while tipping his head to the side and folding his arms over his chest. for a brief moment, he entertained the hope of the storm ending quickly.
[attr="class","l"]I've never seen such beauty in possibility
Contradictions born through ceaseless interactions through human society pros and cons debated through the never-ending arguments, debates and political democracy all in the careful well maintained illusion of it being for the good of society. Politicians leading the masses like herders gathering their flock. The sheep mentality the masses carried truly did amuse the silverette, the way they acted.
Gathering support and following constant trend whether it had negative or positive effects further steeled her beliefs of humanity’s selfishness. A trait so common she has yet to not spot in on an individual she comes across to. Except... for this boy, growing up in with the Zeros Ame’s silently prided her ability to read through people’s actions assimilating them into logical guesses of their next actions or reactions.
Mother taught her early on how to use a human’s psyche to her advantage... yet... Raising her head at him taps silently thudded through her back from the hand softly tapping her lungs to help her breath. It felt slow but... slowly the dust particles cleared, allowing the child the comfort of breathing once more. She sighed in relief, tossing back a grateful look of silence at the older young man beside her. He moved over to the old windows the hinges rusting away as the old wood already seem like it would fall apart at the slightest of touch. Rotting wood cracked under the man’s pressure, squeaking in defiance sending the loud creaks throughout the dark ancient building. The long seats still seemed to be intact, having a good layer of dust caking on the light ash wood work. Ahead of her, the dark polished ancient mahogany pulpit stood in silence below a wooden image wood work of the holy son of god.
The scene was from a blast a silent memory left to rot once the masses decides to move on and abandon the past along with those souls slumbering outside beneath their feet. This will all be a distant memory. The child mused through a twisted sense whispering through her. She decided to shake it off, reverting her thoughtful stare back to the blunette. Grey color clouds moved ceaselessly through the dark colored skies in swift movement hailing down wet tears splattering on the ground. The loud echoes of rain falling from the skies drifted into the quiet grounds. The fresh aroma of wet earth and water swept into the cold breeze drafting from the opened windows, a howl came from the strong currents flowing north, reaping though the trees and plant life, leaves shook and fluttered, ripping out from the branches and blowing through the harsh winds.
The storm has truly hit...
The child, soaked right down to the bone, her dress clung to her pale fragile form like second skin. Dripping wet and soaking the wooden floors beneath her. She didn’t look all that great either and neither did he. They looked more like soaked chicks trying to find cover from the cold winds.
There was no way for either of them to leave. They were in a sense trap in an dilapidated church till the heavens stop their sobs. For a brief passing moment she turned her fleeting attention back to the boy seeking the other’s attention. She tried to think of words to say but nothing came as what she wanted. She knew she had to speak at least to give back the decency of a conversation or some form of entertainment while they sit through this thing. She dove her hand through one of her pockets rummaging until she found her phone she took it out.
Fingers tapped against the screen in a choreographic danced of words forming in the screen. Something simple, not too overly expressive or anything unneeded, ‘Thanks sorry for the trouble.’ Short and précised, once satisfied she showed him the text, lifting the device up to the man’s seeing range without a word. She didn’t need to speak nor did the child found any reason to speak to be quite honest here.
[attr="class","m"] finding out a galaxy of planets & stars is within me, listening to each of them singing the same silent melody
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