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.
It was rather early one weekend morning, and the sun's glow was only just starting to bleed over the horizon. Az had been up for quite a while, running and climbing around the Isle, watching as the multitude of stars above steadily vanished from his vision. He knew they weren't truly gone; they were always there, burning, spinning, and colliding through the infinite void of space. They only appeared peaceful from a distance. A far, far off distance... But the image of peace was a lie. It was always a lie.
When returning to his home, he peeked into his brother's room, bare feet walking as silently as always. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully, ginger locks cascading across his pillow. But peace was always a lie. All you needed to do was get close enough to a person to realize there was a storm within their soul.
Az crept across his twin's room to silently snatch up a hair brush, then tilted his head as he watched his sleeping brother. Az's breaths were slow and shallow, practically inaudible even in the dead silence of the early morning. He then placed its cool, smooth handle of the brush across Ama's neck, in the same fashion one would place a knife's blade against a soon-to-be-assassinated victim.
Peace was always a lie nothing of it was true and nothing will ever be. Humanity, explanations and belief their definitions for what peace should is nothing more but a fiction imaginary created from desperation to seek solace,
The so called true peace depicted in books written by those so called prophets, their prophecies exclaiming they are the will of the so called god governing over us. Ridiculous, a mere figment of one’s mind. Belief that spun from one person and bled through the rest of the land, sheep syndrome in its finest. Another’s man belief becomes the country’s sole mind set. In that bed he rested, hair sprawled across the dark grey pillow covers. Red strands flowed like silken strands, shining as the dim light creeping from the blinds touched it.
A long day it was yesterday for the slender red head. From interviews to that press conference about the new movie he was picked to star in. Oh not to mention the night job he finally got after... drowning in boredom for a few days...
It was nothing too fancy, nothing too gore related either to the point the boy questioned why he even took it. The answer was simple, it was that gut wrenching thought of being tossed in another prison of boredom that urged the boy to do it. The mission entailed for him to follow his ‘victim’ watch his dealings, every move recording through his photographic memory and then... it turned to retrieval once it was certain the bastard had it. All he had to do...was waiting in the shadows. It was meant to be a quick kill that resembled natural causes. Oh how his partner would react if he finds out this red head can manage silent kills. A sharp gleam glinted off from the sharp tip of the tiny needle he twirled in his hand.
A look of boredom filled through his delicate mien... One aim was all it took, for the small needle to land itself onto the back of the man’s neck. His target’s hand shot up to swat away the ‘bug’ he thought bit him. As small of a prick that was, as expected of the oblivious soul... and soon, it would work. The poisoned enzymes covering the metal would kick in, and soon he left there with the package in his hands and a body sprawled on the alley way. By tomorrow they’ll find it, the authorities would then rule it as a death by heart attack given his victim’s prior record...no one would be the wiser...
Though his escapade did leave the boy wanting sleep...
And so there he was, comfortable on his bed, his chest rose as he breathed in calmly in slumber. In the distance the creak of the hinges alerted the boy of the door moving but he paid it no heed when the calming sense still hadn’t fled. It meant one thing... It was merely his brother. That itself gave no reason for the boy to reach under his pillow for the knife and gun he kept underneath. Or at least that was until he felt something cool lay at the base of his neck just over an artery did his eyes shot open. His head instinctively move out from the offending object’s line of attack as he sat up, bleary eyed as he rubbed the sleep out of his green orbs. He turned to look at the dark silhouette standing at the edge of his bed. “Az?..” He said, before gaining an inquisitive look as if asking his dear brother what on earth was the wake-up call for. As he sat up, his once neatly comb hair was now a mess of its own.
If Az hadn't been who he was, his brother would be suffocating in his own blood right now. He'd be unable to scream with his airways slashed and quickly flooding with drained ichor. Death would be slow as his lungs filled with the thick liquid and he reflexively tried hacking it out, causing it to splatter all over the walls and bedsheets. He would feel cold and powerless in the minutes before he died.
Smiling innocently, the fake assassin spun around and flopped backwards onto his twin's bed and quietly proclaimed through soft giggles, "Fatality!"
After a second of smiling up at his groggy sibling, Az's gaze flicked to the disheveled locks and quickly snatched a fistful between his fingers. Pulling on the strands closer to his face, he quickly examined them in the dim morning light. Humming lightly as if he were pondering something, Az shifted the position of his body (without letting go of his brother's hair, naturally) so that he was kneeling beside Ama and the handle of the brush was in his free hand.
"Saaatoooruuu," Az suddenly called in a soft, melodic tone as he began brushing Ama's knotted hair, "Did you come to play, too?" He had felt the closeness of the other's presence for some time now, but hadn't cared to call out his little sacrifice on his poor sneaking until now.
There were very few things that the pinkette could do in the house where all of the zero's of seven moons stayed. After all, with Satoru being a bit afraid of most of them, he tended to avoid the others other than his fighter, Azrael. So, other than the library and the books that Sat read on a normal basis, there wasn't much that the pinkette could do to entertain himself. Though of course locking himself up in his room was actually one of the main things he did hear until Az decided to come playing around and snoop on him and whatever he was doing. Often times the pinkette would yell at him but honestly, it was nice to see him so often.
So for once, the pinkette was actually looking for his other. It wasn't something he did often and the first place he tried was the attic. Though the pinkette didn't dare enter, but when no one answered the pinkette quickly started to leave. He didn't feel like getting yelled at by the ginger if he found out he had entered his room. That made a bummer in his plans though, cause Az always had something to do. Even if there weren't the most civilized of things, he always had something to do so he could be entertained.
So the pinkette managed to see a flash of red and that was enough of him to follow. He was actually kinda curious about what the ginger was doing and secretively followed ( not that it was that secretive ). The pinkette wasn't the best of stalking and it was obvious with how he himself would jump when he caused something to make a noise. All in all, he should probably leave such things to Az, but it was fun to try anyway. Sat almost felt like he was a secret agent but knew there was no chance fore him out in the real world, at least not like this. So when the ginger went inside a room Sat blinked and slowly sneaked forward to the cracked door and watched as the ginger bothered another soul in the house.
He couldn't really see well from this point but it seemed like the other had freaked out and Sat noticed a brush in Az's hands. A thought passed his mind as to what he could of possible been doing with that before suddenly Az's voice called out from inside the room. It startled to pinkette enough that he staggered forward falling into the door and tumbling into the room falling right on his face in a perfect faceplant when the door didn't hold his small frame upright. The pinkette just stayed there for a moment feeling like a fool before slowly pushing himself up and rubbing his face between his two eyes.
"S-Sorry... I didn't mean to intrude." was all he said a bright flush heated up on his cheeks.
Death would be imminent if that had been in the real world, his blood splattered on the grey sheets of his bed while he choked on the thick iron life liquid flowing from his body. He would be dead, un approximately three minutes from suffocating or drowning in his own blood while waiting in cold dreaded terror... if that was the real alternate universe his own mirror decides to get rid of him. Amakusa didn’t see that coming... he hoped so at least...
What better way to trust the person whom he was created to be the mirror image off. Az might not know, he might never know his dear twin was made to be a replacement in case the experimentations gone awry. It didn’t happen however...so Amakusa or ‘Aegis’ as they ‘endearingly’ named his project number get to keep his unit alongside the creation that was to be his older twin.
Ironic how those men of science thing... playing god to something they didn’t understand. The logic sounded ludicrous for the advance wirings of his brain to comprehend the silly one sided minds of the people who made them. It’s probably the reason why they were so fun... to destroy, slowly, taking away their sense of morality and self-worth until the day... they became of no use.
It was fun while it lasted... the boy cherished those few moments of seeing the fear glimmering from their wide eyes as the life vanished from them...thick blood pooling onto the floor as flee the scene...those were the days,
And his twin triggered that memory but now wasn’t the jolly hour to take a stroll down the gold bricked lane.
His head lifted over to the would be assassin, disheveled locks lifted from the ground they were sprawled onto, falling short into his lap, some of his strands knotted from him tossing and turning in bed while his head was a picture of the typical bed head. Still, a smirk crossed the boy’s feminine mien. Through the dimly lit room, the early dawn sun thought of it as too early to begin its schedule. Moonlit rays filtered through the closed off blinds illuminating the falling strands with its ethereal glow, green orbs that sparked of a dangerous allure now focused on his mirror as a spark of mirth crossed through those sea colored eyes.
There were times he missed seeing the mischievous side of Azrael and they were times, he wondered if his dear twin ever wanted the old him back. But he never questioned, Amakusa never questions. “Mhhmm... You got me there Az,” The man chuckled, watching as Az flopped down on his sheets, the sheets ruffled under his weight, in mid hit raised a few inches before landing back onto the mattress. His slender form slid moved from the covers as he felt his brother grab a fistful of his disarray locks, it was a sign for the teenage looking boy to draw closer to his twin as he spotted the brush in Az’s hand. “So was that one out of two? Dammit I need to catch up then,” His eyes sparked playfully as he spoke in a playful tone only heard by the boy. Or at least now it wasn’t just the boy, he also felt the second presence in the room the sight of pink glinted by the doorway caught his eyes especially when his dear brother called out the name of his sacrifice. And then... he fell in... lets just say it took a sudden grip of self control not to burst out laughing here and now.
The boy raised a thin eyebrow, quizzically glancing at Satoru he couldn’t help the smirk drawing on his lips. “Ahh the Elusive Satoru finally appears,” Teased the red headed boy identical to the one Satoru calls as his fighter. “It’s no bother, “ He waved off the boy’s concerns. “Though it’s rather nice seeing the one who’s so hard to see these days.” Amakusa chuckled.
Notes: notes Tags: @az , @satoru Words:Amg.... *laughing head off*
"You do." Az replied with a light pout in response to Ama's question of whether he had to catch up. His twin always seemed to be out of the house doing one thing or another. Whether his brother was acting or working on a shady mission, Az rarely had much interest in accompanying him. He would have seemed quite blatantly out of place under most circumstances. Plus, he really wasn't a fan of his identical twin's fame. Az didn't even go out much during the day anymore due to all of the cases of mistaken identity he didn't want to deal with. He would have greatly preferred if his brother would stay home more regularly, even if it was just to try to get even with him in a meaningless game of pretend assassin.
Az smiled when Satoru fell into the room and waved with the hand which had been grasping his brother's hair. "Come, come, hair to fix!" He bounced up and down, causing the mattress to jounce as he patted a spot on the bed with both hands. Of course Satoru wasn't intruding. But, then again, Az had a broad range of what he considered acceptable behavior, especially when regarding privacy and personal space.
Moving his attention back to Amakusa's hair, he huffed and put down the brush, opting to deal with some of these knots with his fingers instead. After a moment of what appeared to be intense concentration, he randomly raised one hand and proclaimed (with a straight face, may I add): "One vote pigtails." After all, they couldn't just brush his hair and be done with it! When you have a captive hair victim, it should be a priority to get as much out of the situation as possible.
There was no way he could be any more embarrassed in himself right now. Things had not progressed the way that he had expected them too. Sat had imagined the red head to be proud of him to have stalked so well, and not have been found. It had all been ruined however by his fluke and him falling into the room of the two that the had been stalking. Or rather, into the room of his fighter and the brother of that man. Not that they could really be considered real family. They had been made after all.. all of them.. even Sat who had been raised normal..
His mind quickly betrayed him as a flush came to his face. Oh he had been trying to avoid the others and now he had shown himself in such a way. Oh how awful he felt right about now. The embarrassment the only thing that kept him glued to the spot on the floor where he had face planted only a few moments before. Really he just wanted to flee and hide and never come out again. Instead of laughing however, the other, the one he only knew as Az's brother spoke kind words. Things about not seeing him, as that was what he wanted, he didn't want to meet them. He was honestly afraid of them, as he was not born and raised like them.
In a way he was not one of them.
Az however quickly caught his attention as he grabbed onto the others hair and obviously wanted him to come. Oh, now hair... hair was something he could do. After all, he always kept his hair perfect. There could be no flaw in it, or so that was one of Sat's normal traits. The only days it was unkempt were sick days when he did not wish to show himself to anyone including Az. A small smile came over the pinkette's face as he moved over to the other now as he observed the obvious twisted locks of hair. "It will need some work indeed." he mused calming down a lot faster than he normally would have.
Sat however blinked and looked at him as he suddenly raised his hand and voted for a pigtail style. Satoru pondered that for a moment and hummed some. "That may actually work Az, good thinking.. I could see some braids in here too. " he said with a bright grin. "I'll agree though, two votes pigtails." he said with a small laugh. This poor zero, having just been woken up and already under the torture of not one but two others that were going to give him no choice in deciding what happened to his own hair.
This was but a normalcy in the household that Amakusa learned to deal with or got used to it to the point he hardly took notice of his brother’s ways of making him accept his effeminate disposition. For the love of the almighty scriptures, which he shouldn’t even be mentally invoking due to his standings as a self-proclaimed atheist of the highest degree. The scientist inexplicably pounded in their brains the irrelevant nature of religion and mortal beliefs of a god that never truly existed. Humans had a way in utilizing the sheep syndrome humanity possessed religion was the perfect example of how amusing humans go to extents in showing their devotion to a faze that would fade out in a few millennia.
The notion hardly bothered the red head, still as stubborn as a stern ox he refused to submit himself to the reality of their biological disposition. It’s true, they do possessed androgynous qualities that made him want to slam his head on a steam roller in frustration. He still adored his masculinity as any man would no matter what... situation they land themselves. And he probably is the only in the zero household that has yet to willingly wore a dress.
He’s a man, and he’s going to look like one dammit!
He mentally pushed back the urge to hide back in his covers hearing his brother’s statement instead he had his head plopped on the other red head’s lap while still giving him room and view to work on his bed tangled locks. Sometimes in one of those rare moments he does question his inexistent sanity to why he subjects himself into this torment. He never outwardly spoke it, never did complain not even once about it. Probably never will considering he still weighed in the pros of their predicament out in the open. “Pigtails? Dear heavens dear brother might as well go look for a dress then if you two are going to make me look like a girl.” The boy outwardly chuckled, the playfulness in his tone colored the joke he was trying to express to his identical twin and his brother’s other half. The mental image did gave him some form of amusement no matter how it always means he pays for their entertainment.
Which...was often the case in this household, he moved his slender form to gracefully sit as he brother toiled with his hair, strands of silken red hair fell across his shoulders as Az straightened the tangled locks of a bed-head caused by him sleeping. Another reason why he wasn’t a fan of sleeping is the random knot of stiffness it causes on his arms and back when he apparently sleeps wrong. The two were obviously ganging up on him. Inside that twisted soul he possessed he actually found it amusing to say the least, his eyes sparked with the twinkle of amusement as he watched them through those sea colored eyes. “Definitely ganging up on poor me,” He faked a sighed, adding a bit of dramatics in his tone. Though both should know by now, the poor knows all about the uses of croc tears and his act shouldn’t be believed when it’s the boy was just as tricky as a fox.
Notes: This...literally made me fall off my bed laughing. XDDDD Tags: @az @satoru Words: words
Az liked that Satoru backed him up on his pigtail suggestion. It was always fun to taunt his brother with majority rules, and knowing that Satoru was supporting him in this silly game of his was... reassuring. Without a word, he took one of Satoru's hands in his own and but some hair ties in his palm.
"The motion for pigtails and braids has been passed by a two-thirds majority," Az then exclaimed as he threw both arms above his head. After a moment, he grabbed a fistful of his brother's hair and tugged on it so that the boy was forced to look in his direction. In a serious tone, he simply stated "Attempts to escape are punishable by three years in prison."
Despite being twins, Az and Ama had very different opinions regarding their androgyny. As far as Az could tell, Ama hated being perceived as feminine. Az, on the other hand, considered his ability to seamlessly glide around the masculine-to-feminine gradient to be an incredibly useful tool. He not only accepted, but fully embraced his ability to cosmetically transform his appearance into a female -- and a rather attractive one, at that. Ama probably shouldn't have been jokingly mentioning dresses, because Az was the owner of countless dresses, makeups, and other feminine things.
Being identical meant that everything he owned would be bound to fit his brother deliciously.
"What a brilliant idea," Az spoke with a disturbingly sly grin as he wrapped his arms around his brother's neck. It seemed like an innocent enough gesture, but his firm grip made sure that Ama didn't try sneaking his way out of this one. "Some deep crimson silk and matching lipstick would compliment your hair beautifully, and it just so happens that I own such an outfit that's just your size." Naturally, Az completely ignored his brother's whining about how they were teaming up on him. To be honest, Az didn't take his twin's complaints very seriously at all, especially when he could tell that they were artificial. Tilting his head to the side to get a more direct gaze towards his sacrifice, Az asked "What do you think, Satoru? Red dress?"