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.
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It had been a little after her birthday when her father had up and moved them to Selene Island, something she had fully been against and her mother had cared less about. Their house had been fixed up and given to them by members of a group her father had once been in leagues with and now despite whatever reason he had to leave the damn fool had come back to them. For whatever reason he had the idea of Zakuro joining them as well had filtered into his brain or been put there by the other members of his group. The latter she supposed was more of a viable option though really she knew very little about her father in general, so any crazy idea he forced up on her seemed like something he would do.
He had wanted to introduce her to others like her and by that she could only assume that there were other people with birthmarks on them like her own. Not that she had really wanted to meet or find anyone who was like her that was something she had decided when the thought of everything had sunk into her brain. There really wasn’t an actual place for them to meet she wasn’t really sure why that was but Zakuro hadn’t cared to ask, this was not interesting to her in the slightest.
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HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT?
What was a crazy white haired, white skinned, and stitched up man supposed to do? He was out, alone, to wonder the city like a little lost kitten in a sand box with tons of toys never before seen. He was that awkward little child that stood off to the side and stared at you from a distance while sucking a thumb. Speaking of which, that was pretty much what he was doing currently. Having been in the sand box and grown bored of his new toys he went in search of something new and exciting! That meant trying to find a new way to entertain himself.
Which at the moment was people watching. The moved about here and there at top speeds while Killian blended in with the background somehow. He wasn’t sure how he was doing it as it stuck out like a swore thumb. It didn’t help either for the fact that his ears did not react to sound, let alone move in any direction or form. His thin hands had to bend them into place. Yes, bend them. He didn’t have fake ears nor did he have living ears. No, the ones on his head were very real but also very dead tissue that was recently taxidermy and sewn back into his skull, tail included.
His wonder white tail rested in one hand as he held it up to his ear, chewing on a finger nail idly. Everyone looked so busy and none seem to want to spend time with Killian. But his red eyes noticed a young girl combing about. Curiously, he watched her and eventually moved closer only to take shelter behind a random pole. Idly, he whispered to his tail for advice. How did he speak to someone that wasn’t well, he didn’t know. He supposed talk to someone that qualified as different then himself? Yes, that seemed about right and the best thing he could do right now that was socially correct but in reality socially incorrect, was stare. He stared at the girl like a creep from behind his pole. Talking to his tail and randomly posing one ear on his head with his free hand.
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She looked like a baby and no one even cared her mother had taken the liberty of dressing her for this special occasion and had acted like her daughter was still five when in reality she was ten. It was moments like this that made Zakuro really wonder if her parents actually cared for her at all, her father had brought her to this place in order to meet others like her who also had a mark upon them. Her mother had dressed her up under the pretense that they were going to his new job and having a father daughter day. If she had really went out into the world and seen other little girls they would have most likely made fun of her like all the others had. Sure her getup wasn’t all that bad but to most little girls it had gone out of fashion well forever and a day ago. But her mother was still in control of her clothing at this point, not that Zakuro wanted to object to anything it was really the only time her mother ever wanted to spend time with her as sad has that sounded Zakuro sort of treasured the time they spent getting ready even if her clothing did make her look well ridiculous.
While everyone else had taken to going back to work Zakuro was left to her own devices while she traveled around what she assumed was a make shift hide out. Honestly if she was going to be stuck as one of the members of a group of people she wanted nothing to do with at least they could have nice things. However that was clearly not the case and there was certainly nothing Zakuro could do about it. She was ten after all and what could a ten year old hope to do in a world of bigger stupid adults, seriously she wasn’t sure how the world survived with people like them in charge. From the corner of her eye she caught the outline of another figure of a rather tall creature ( figured up the age and at this point I think he should be 19 while shes 10 if hes 25 and shes 15 now ) watching her from the shadows of a pole he clearly thought would contain his bodies composure. “ you do know the pole is smaller then you right? she blurted out at him suddenly as the figure continued to stare at her from behind its hiding spot. She was having a bit of trouble telling if the creature was a boy or girl and opted to wait until they made a move from their hiding place.
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HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT?
The young albino stared at the oddly dressed girl. Why was she dressed like a doll? Was she a small walking and talking toy? How curious. If she was such a thing would he be allowed to play with her? Curious. Curious. Curious. To find the answers he stroked his tail and brought it to his lips, whispering to it ever so softly. None of the words made any sense as it was nothing more then gibberish. Every so often he would stop muttering and listen carefully and nod his head. Sometimes it was at his tail and others it was to the air around him. When he finally go this answer he turned towards the girl once again with a piercing stare. It was not a look of intimidation or hostility as it was far from that. It was nothing more then pure curiosity and determination.
Upon being addressed he turned to look at the pole he was trying to hide behind. Squatting down, he thought this might improve his hiding skills only to notice it did nothing for him. Hopelessly, he turned towards the girl and spoke softly, ”Too…small?” He then patted the pole in front of him. After that, he hopped over to a tree that was off to the side that was a bit bigger but not by much. ”Just right?” he asked, patting the tree as if it was reassuring himself and the tree that everything was just peachy.
He then smiled at the young girl though the smile might of made him look a bit more crazy then what he actually was---well---that might be a lie. He was pretty damn insane and was listening to his tail again. Finally, he seemed to gain the courage to speak to her once again. ”Are you a doll?” He asked carefully with a look of confusion across his features once again. ”Can Killian play with doll? Killian never gets dolls.” Maybe, he could play with the small thing and then take her home? Would that be acceptable? Mmm, maybe not. But still, the idea floated about in the back of his demented mind.
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It was simple
He was crazy completely off his rocker nuts and now Zakuro was stuck by herself with him, seriously was her day going to get any worse? This was all her father’s fault and she was going to blame him for this one when he finally returned to find her and take her home. Oh the amount of blame and torture she was going to deliver that poor man when he came to find his child, Zakuro had no mercy for him now. The person in front of her looked older but the way he or she kept hiding themselves Zakuro wasn’t sure just how much older they were, however the crazy person in front of her had started talking to their tail of all things. Yep she was in a mad house her father had just abandoned her here in order to be rid of her and now she was left with the crazies.
The creature bent down as if to fix the problem of the pole not being adequate enough to hide them, well at least this one wasn’t bright enough to figure it out. His voice rang out quietly and from that she could roughly guess it was a boy, though she just wasn’t completely sure about that. He moved from behind the pole and quickly slunk his body behind a tree that was almost big enough but still not good enough to hide himself from her. “ uh” was all she could muster before the sounds of his hand patting against the tree could be heard, oh…. Well apparently he hadn’t been speaking to her about that. His voice rang out suddenly asking if she were a doll, with no time to answer the boy then asked if he could play with her and from what she could gather had just told her his name.
“ yes Killian I am a doll, a cursed one in fact. You see I was once a little girls best friend and she used to take me everywhere, but then she was murdered and as I sat in her pool of blood a witch found me and gave me a curse. I am allowed to roam the world so long as I find my masters killers and take my revenge, whoever chooses to play with me until then however will suffer the same fate as my mistress. Would you like to have me play in your pool of blood?” her head cocked to the side as she smiled rather creepily at him.
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HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT?
Killian matched the young girls creepy head tilt with a small smile. Nothing she said seemed to phase him and the only thing it did was make him grin. She was a doll then and he could play with her! So what if he bleed a bit that would not bother him in the slightest. He bleed all the time. He bleed when his tail falls off, when his ears become loose or when he had to sit tight for a bit. He had plenty of blood to pass around and if that meant he could have a toy for a bit then so be it. The albino left his post and slithered over to the young girl in an instant.
Thin hands slipped around his waist as to pick her up and give her a little harmless shake. Nope, nothing fell off the child and so she wasn’t broken. ”Killian will play! Killian likes little dolls!” He said with a small giggle. He placed her over his shoulder and started to walk away. ”Can do party. With little hats. Little Umbrellas. Llamas.” His words really did not make sense but he seemed happy as could be. But now the question was where to take the child to go play? Certainly, there would be some place they could go but where? Home was not an option right now and the park was kinda nice.
His free hand reached up to adjust his ears into a thinking position. His feet took him around in circles while he thought about what to do. Nothing came to mind and that made him into one sad person. ”Dress up?” He said out loud with mild curiosity. Dress up was fun. He did that before in a store once and got to take the clothing home too! Maybe that is what they should do? ”Like Dress up? Killian like.”
Nothing that fell from her lips seemed to bother the older boy, this in turn gave Zakuro a bit of a worried frown. Most times when she made up odd stories like being a cursed doll on a mission children would walk away from her or call her a freak. This one on the other hand had gotten such a creepy smile and had quickly found his place next to her, those were not good signs Zakuro told herself. She watched as his pale slender arms snaked out to grasp hold of her waist and with a few shakes left to right she found him with a puzzled look up on his face. “Killian will play! Killian likes little dolls!” by this point it was too late to remove herself from his grasp as the older boy before her quickly hoisted the girl up off the ground and over his shoulder. The giggle had pretty much given away his intentions however Zakuro wasn’t on top of her game as she should have been, she had squealed and watched as the floor began to move from under them as the boy walked with her. “ can do party.” ok well if he had wanted to party with her all he had to do was ask her not kidnap her.
“ with little hats” sure ok little hats sounded cute and like something she was into at the that time in her life so yeah little hats would work. “ llamas” …. The most puzzling to Zakuro was how he went about to get the llama and how they were going to party in little hats with this llama as well. They were kind of cool animals but in all honesty they stunk and well would most likely eat all their play food and then Zakuro would get angry and hit the llama and then this Killian as he called himself would get upset and since she really knew nothing about him or well what he was capable of, getting him angry at her was out of the question. She was starting to get dizzy as the rush of blood to her head started to take effect, it had been a long time since someone had thrown her over their shoulders like a sack of potatoes. And as it seemed the boy was unsure of what to do as the floor started to spin in circles as he retraced his steps, apparently he hadn’t figured out quite what to do with her yet and his brain was trying to process what they were going to play.
“ dress up?” the boy mused for a moment before his question turned to asking her “ I like playing dress up , do you have clothing around here we can play dress up with? Oh and you should probably put me down before I get sick all over you back, you keep walking around in circles and it makes me dizzy. I would be nice to me if I were you or I might curse you to “
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