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.
She was going to die tonight especially if the paper caught wind of what she was wearing outside, honestly they were getting pretty nosy about the life of the Tamayori daughter. Apparently their moving and her father’s business applications had become a big deal over the last few years and if her father had seen her on the screen with barely any clothing on. Yeah she didn’t even want to think about something like that. Either way she wasn’t in the mood to care about possible scolding’s she was going to get from absent parents who could of really cared less. Now that she had a house of her own and a business with gave her money worrying about her welfare was something her mother had all but given up on the moment she had realized how much she honestly didn’t want to be a mother and her father, well he had tried but having been so busy most of her life trying to keep up on that whole fatherly business was just well impossible. Her heels clicked along the side walk as she headed towards Blasphemy, it was too old of a place for her to be and yet with the amount of skin she had showing and a quick flash of her ID to the owner Zakuro had no trouble finding her way deep within its walls.
Her outfit screamed that she was looking for something dangerous and yet at the same time she had only wanted to look desirable, to someone anyone to whoever would take the opportunity to hit on her. She knew that everyone here were too old or to perverted to actually have a chance with her and that the pepper spray within her hip pocket would probably come in handy once someone decided to get a bit hands on with her. Zakuro knew the rules about accepting drinks and food from people in this sort of place, if she didn’t watch it or get it herself she wasn’t going to take it. She was young but Zakuro was far from stupid and knew the tricks that some liked to play on people they thought would fall for it. She looked far too young then her actual age which always served for concern for those with morals, not that many in this place had them. No it was always a rare exception for people to think about their actions and actually try to better the world. The powder on her side which she used to hide the markings of her status held fast for the most part, but she knew that if she did any dancing that she would have to leave soon after or her dirty little secret would come to light. Either way for now she was going to have the time of her life or well as much fun as she could have before it got a little to dangerous for her taste.
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HERE'S TO YOU, GLORIFY, MY DARLING, ARE YOU SATISFIED?
half-lidded emerald tinted eyes followed the movements of the surging mass of bodies. his forearms rested against the metal railing of the staircase, body leaning over the edge and head tilted to the side. strands of green hair fluttered into his eyes, for the hastily captured locks refused to remain stationary. the wayward locks provided the sociopath with fleeting annoyance; however, he brushed them aside with a careless flick of his hand. music thrummed through his body, and people passed from area to area within the club in a steady stream of movement. blasphemy existed to cater to the desires of the nefarious and of the rich, which alluded to the existence of a casino, a nightclub, and the second story. amour café was an additional segment of the establishment, placed across the street and, therefore, separating the prostitutes from the escorts. fabricated smiles characterized the faces of the employees, who had been coerced into accepting the assigned tasks by their leader—sin. amusement colored the man’s sharp features as his gaze shifted to the throng of incoming visitors. the bouncers rarely checked an individual’s credentials, knowing that only paying contributors could enter the building. blasphemy remained open due to the deep pockets of senators and other politicians.
humanity truly was the symbol of greed. they only needed a shove in the correct direction, and upon realizing their destination, their baser desires took control, subtly coaxing them into pleasurable activities. within blasphemy, affiliation did not matter. dimitri and his organization, synister, believed in equal opportunity. he acted in the best interest of the crime syndicate, and on occasion, the ideal route correlated with the position of another group or against another group.
flashing colors illuminated the dance floor as the disc jockey introduced the night’s act—specially selected by the owner. the fair haired psycho managed to suppress his laughter as he pushed himself away from the bannister, and as he pivoted to begin his descent, a flash of silver caught his attention. dimitri knew a fair number of individuals with pure white hair, and the mere color garnered his immediate interest. his favorite toys tended to boast of unusual hair colors, meaning that his night might prove eventful. laughter burst forth, frightening the approaching couple and reminding the greenette of his current location. the sound abruptly stopped, and his pale lips quirked into a remorseful smile. his mask remained firmly lodged into place as his descent commenced, pace languid as he watched the unknown individual’s route through the constantly moving bodies. people thrived upon the dance floor, and regardless of the hour, a throng of people inhabited the space, making it difficult to traverse from one end of the joint to the other end.
upon reaching the main level, he began following the fringes of the crowd. from his previous vantage point, he calculated the stranger’s probable route and placed himself at the expected exit point. moments passed before the head of white reappeared in his visual field, heading directly for him and presenting him with an opportunity to observe his newfound prey. his façade cracked, dropping away as the young female drew closer and closer. his hands disappeared into his pockets as he leaned against the bar, shooing away the bartender with a jerk of his head and watching the girl with greedy eyes. miss, dimitri called out, voice raised to counteract the volume of the music. care for a drink? pale lips quirked into a charming smile while he mentally crooned over his luck. he never expected chair number three of septimal moon to visit blasphemy; the tamayori heir certainly had guts.
It was another club another DJ another place just to lose herself in the beat and hope that by morning she wasn’t too drunk to come home or that someone else had taken her home instead. Sure she had been to many a party like this and every time she had made it back safely, save for the one time she found herself in the hospital getting stitched up as it were. But Zakuro always knew that at any given point she was sure to be tangled in some web of lies and deceit, there would always be that one person she would have to look out for. Little did she know that such a person had spotted her from so far above her head, the poor thing had no idea just how dangerous her night was about to get. Instead however Zakuro had found herself battling through the crowds of people in an attempt to get well anywhere at this point. Her current destination was to the bar in order to release her body from such a sober state, if she was going to whined her way through the mix of excited and sticky bodies her own body needed to loosen up a little.
Even with such a large crowd blocking her every move Zakuro couldn’t help but like the feel of the place, with so many participates she was hoping that it would be far less likely for her to get hit on then if she had went to a more calmer place of interest. A change in pace was always good for the soul and Zakuro was always looking for another thrill, her life was beginning to become far too dull in her mind. “Miss…. care for a drink” the words seemed to fall from the lips of an older man who she must have caught the attention of, it happened to be men like this that made it hard on girls like her to have just a bit of fun. They could never get ten foot within a club without some older man thinking he was going to rob their cradle, it was such a pity really they were just to diluted into the idea that they were going to get away with taking a younger girl home. “Did you spike it first or were you hoping I’d just get friendly with you the old fashion way? she chimed at him unaware she had just found herself talking to the devil himself.
Making her way towards the older gentlemen Zakuro had no idea of his name or that in all honesty she should have been running the other way from him. Zakuro at times was not a bright child nor was she any type of leader, had she done her homework she would have known that the owner of the very place she was in happened to be the very devilish man in front of her. Had she paid attention to the meetings her own group had given she would have been privy to the knowledge that the very same main was part of yet another rival group and if she had any gut feelings at all the moment he had spoken her body would have cringed and told her to just walk away.
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HERE'S TO YOU, GLORIFY, MY DARLING, ARE YOU SATISFIED?
flashing lights and erratic movements characterized the congregation of people that inhabited the dance floor. due to blasphemy’s dynamic, dimitri insisted on creating several access points, allowing visitors the opportunity to avoid the throng of people that piled themselves onto the dance floor. space did not exist as the crazed crowd responded to the beat of the music, pushing themselves closer and closer together with each passing second. if one desired to traverse through the crowd, they needed to move with the music and the swaying bodies. the individuals morphed into one unified mass of bodies, and when pitted against one person, the constantly shifting group prevailed. the dance floor reminded the greenette of society, silently proving that individuality teetered on the edge of extinction. society catered to the sheep-esque mentality of humanity, and society existed due to humanity’s need for companionship. people lacked the fortitude to survive without communication and without relationships.
humanity’s weaknesses assisted dimitri, granting him the opportunity to mess with fragile minds and to destroy the fleeting emotions of the masses. he portrayed himself in various lights, captivating his prey with sickly sweet words and ending their existence with one movement of his preferred weapon. for him, victory translated into dominating a person—destroying their heart, shattering their will, and ending their life. the fair haired sociopath existed in a world of shadows and of pleasure, and within his realm, he reigned over the mindless crooks, ordering them around and securing himself an army. ignorance coated the population, leaving them in blissful happiness and maintaining a fabricated sensation of peace. the peace would not remain forever.
soft chuckles escaped him as the young girl’s attention shifted to him. his words managed to triumph over the pounding bass and drew her gaze to his lounging figure. jade green tinted eyes connected with the sapphire hued eyes of his newfound toy. his charming smile gained a mischievous edge as he pushed himself away from his chosen perch. with calculated steps, he approached her, situating himself before her and observing her through the lenses of his glasses. during operation hours, dimitri donned a disguise, and his disguise consisted of thin, silver frames that rested upon his sharp features, directing attention to his jewel toned gaze. white teeth morphed into a fanged grin as her response to his suggestion graced his ears. the sound of her voice surrounded him, drowning out the music and granting him a brief moment to relish the opportunity presented to him.
now, now, he began while leaning closer, carefully maneuvering himself to her side and draping an arm over her shoulders. don’t be so hasty, miss. his grin twisted into his previous expression, pale lips forming into a charming smile. his features lost the demonic edge as he began guiding the silver haired youth to the bar. i merely wanted to indulge an adventurous youth. my intentions were pure. laughter bubbled into existence as he continued to ramble on. the reputation of blasphemy would be ruined if i attempted to seduce you. i think the age difference is quite obvious, so i’m merely… saving you from other unwanted advances. with a careless shrug of his shoulders, dimitri tipped his head to the side and watched as strands of pale green hair shifted into his eyes, bumping into the frames and allowing him to maintain eye contact with his prey. so… care for a drink? he queried while lifting his other hand to gesture at the bar.
If she had known that Blasphemy was owned by the one and only leader of the crime syndicate sinister would she still have walked through its doors? Well Zakuro was a spoiled little thing so the answer to that was yes she would have gone into the belly of the beast even if she had known it from the start. She liked to be a little trouble maker even if sometimes she couldn’t get herself out of situations she placed herself in. having walked so far into the dark depths of things unaware that people who were against her knew exactly what and who she was had never really come to mind of the girl who had now been caught by the biggest bad guy of all times. Zakuro played life as if it were a video game and she the main hero of the story, because playing any other role was just too simple for her overly hyper brain to process. That being said this particular game seemed like something she could easily win if she had her wits about her, even though she didn’t know already that the man in front of her was a bad guy she had already gave him that roll. Now in this certain scenario she had to get away from him before her drugged her drink and sold her off to some creepy slave market with human trafficking and the likes. She had ready accepted his invitation to notice him, a risky move by playing standards and not one many gamers would have suggested. Though most had to admit that ignoring him could provoke him and make the situation that much worse, which would end up in her being followed longer and having a harder time escaping his view. She had found her way within reach of the bag guy in question, he began to lean forward as the words appeared on the screen within her mind. Red alerts went off in the corners as the bad guy began to slid his arm over her shoulders, clearly he was attempting to trap her with a firm grip however she had to play it cool else he would grow weary of her actions. More red flags went off as the demon she had been caught by suddenly gave off a most angle like appearance, this was the beginning of a boss battle an she was certainly under prepared for it.
“ so I am to believe that you spotted me by mere chance and on a notion of pure intentions and a guilty conscious should some devious fend find me first, you took it upon yourself to come after me and lead me to the shelter of your company in order to keep me from ruining the reputation of the club? “ well if that didn’t alert her to something strange then Zakuro must have been a fool. And since the fool had thought nothing of it and slipped her slender frame from his arms grip to the bar to order a drink well, taking advantage of her was going to be easy.
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HERE'S TO YOU, GLORIFY, MY DARLING, ARE YOU SATISFIED?
recklessness suited the fair haired maiden at his side. she ventured fearlessly into the viper’s den, but dimitri wondered if she recognized the danger associated with sneaking into blasphemy. no one volunteered information regarding the establishment; however, anyone associated with the underworld understood synister’s intimate connection with the business. petty crooks steered clear of the alleys near blasphemy, having witnessed the mindless and pointless slaughtering of their comrades. the imbeciles managed to incur sin’s wrath, and the rage consumed everything, destroying and annihilating anyone and anything that crossed his path. on the other hand, synister hovered in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to swoop in and cause mayhem. panic would reign over the populace as the crime syndicate proceeded with their plans. it would be a glorious moment though months remained before their uprising.
for the moment, dimitri indulged himself, relying on ambiguity and his lack of contact with the other affiliations to maintain synister’s translucent appearance. synister resembled a ghost—a fairytale passed from individual to individual in hushed whispers. concrete evidence did not exist despite the mounting death toll. the greenette doubted he would have been able to mask his surprise if zakuro showed signs of understanding the lurking danger. trouble clung to her like a heavy blanket, wrapped snugly around her petite figure and unwilling to release her. he, of course, recognized the signs and realized that the danger existed due to his presence. few people bothered with strangers, for a sea of strangers existed in blasphemy. despite the absence of familiarity, he sought her out; therefore, he painted a target upon her back.
people lost themselves in the hazy atmosphere. they dropped pretenses and lies, donning their chosen façade and wasting away the hours of the night in perfect bliss. zakuro would have gone unacknowledged had dimitri not spotted her. amusement surfaced underneath the angelic mask as words penetrated his conscious mind, reminding him of his obligation to his selected prey. the stubborn girl decided to risk her life, and for her brazen attitude, she would suffer the consequence—meaning that she unwittingly walked into a game. the game was directed by the vice of synister. no one could rescue her. she would find no escape. the white haired teen lacked the experience necessary to circumvent his plans, so her fate would be determined by the pastel haired male, whose desire lasted for fleeting moments.
a hum resounded from dimitri as he arm dropped from around zakuro’s shoulders, resting limply at his side. her statement amused him, for her wariness shone through in her obvious disbelief in his reassurances. my dear, he began while carefully tracing her steps and following her to the bar. i would not lie to you. blasphemy would not survive a scandal… or perhaps it would. no one can tell, but i prefer not to deal with the scandal. with a slight shift of his body, his head tipped to the other side, causing his bangs to brush across his forehead and garnering attention from nearby patrons. i’m merely… attempting to… cut off the snake’s head… before it can bite me. snakes are dangerous creatures after all. jade green hued eyes disappeared behind pale lids as he pivoted to face the dance floor, back connecting with the bar and head turning to face his chosen companion. dangerous, yet beautiful—a lovely contradiction. don’t you agree?
At sundown the 18 year old had risen in his usual fashion: sluggishly and covered in the last crumbs of his chip-bag meal from the prior night. Xiu'd rolled off of the stacks of sleeping bags that served as a mattress and into a pile of crinkled candy wrappers and microwave dinner packages. The noise was loud enough to startle him into a more conscious state and, blinking his watery red eyes, he glanced around the half empty apartment with as much enthusiasm as he could muster so early in the evening. Bleary eyed and still hardly cognisant, he pulled on a pair of loose black jeans, a grey and black striped t-shirt that only seemed to accentuate his boyish curves, and pushed his colorless hair from his forehead. Hygienic routine completed, Xiu rolled the waking stiffness from his shoulders and yawned.
Something crunched underneath his right foot and he glanced down to see a packet of soup crackers. Open, of course, but still half full. So he plopped down on the ragged carpet again and finished his improvised dinner in a few large gulps.
"Not as stale as I'd thought," he explained to the poster of "The Calcified Bride of Hell" he'd tacked to the ceiling above his bed; her six bright fuchsia eyes glossy and hungry in the green glints of the glow-in-the-dark stars peppering the ceiling space around her.
It was getting to be that hour when most of Xiu's extensive self-glowing decorations began to wax to life; all the more reason to keep the place as dark as he did. They kept them selves in perfect sync with the rest of the furious city lights and Xiu considered them to be the perfect time devices-- bright and dedicated as the darkness sifted through the city but quick to wane and die as the night wore itself to close. Standing, he stretched again and let out a passionate belch.
"Gotta get moving," he blew a kiss to the poster over his bed, stepped into his worn out purple canvas shoes, and then made for the door; not bothering to check whether he'd locked it or not.
Something was stirring within him; whether from the usual excitement for the darker agitation of city life that began to slip into the streets come sundown or just his young restlessness, he wasn't certain. But the eager aching in his chest compelled him down a few unlit alleys and across streets flushed with the golden glow of headlights. Unsure of where he was headed, Xiu allowed the flux of the traffic and the people stepping polished out of taxi cabs to serve as a guide.
It should not have come as a surprise when he found himself inside the decadent casino.
Adjusting from the wicked glints of the outside air and its rowdy neon to the more subdued, directness of Blasphemy's inner ambience, Xiu stood stunned in the door way for half a beat until a young business man shoved past him with an insult and a few profanities. Xiu just flashed him a smile, intrigued by the inner elegance of the establishment; he'd never dared to venture into the casino before and his first experience had left him breathless. True, Xiu himself wasn't the kind to fritter away his hours with gambling or standard bar culture-- he had more reclusive and nerdy means than those to do just that-- but the spinning wheels and thrumming of the machines drugged him; made him giddy enough to wish he'd popped a molly before coming.
Fingers steeped in this wishful thinking, he absent-mindedly dug through his left pocket, hoping to find a forgotten pill or capsule, but came up empty. Crooking his mouth to the side in disappointment, Xiu spotted the massive bar and, with a shrug, stumbled-- he was still trying to take everything in-- over to the shining counter.
"Excuse me."
He cleared his throat and motioned to the blond working this side of the bar, but the man ignored him for a cluster of burly women with bills in hand. With a sigh, Xiu slumped back in the stool, glancing to his right to find he'd unwittingly stationed himself beside a young looking woman in an elaborate and revealing outfit and an imposingly ethereal man with long pastel green hair. The man's arm had been draped across the female's shoulders but trailed down her exposed sides as he spoke words Xiu could not quite hear over the song of the machines and the music pulsing through the air.
Maybe they were lovers, though it seemed more likely that the girl was an escort of some sort. Either way, Xiu felt as if he were interrupting a manner that extended beyond his business and, with a tinge of red in his cheeks, went to move a few seats away.
It was then he saw the letters.
"-E-P-T-I-V-E" written faintly across the girl's skin as if they were fading into existence while Xiu watched. Perhaps it had been the man's arm against her pale skin, the fabric of her outfit moving along the veil of make-up, or a mixture of both; regardless Xiu reached out and smudged the concealer off the two remaining letters.
"D-deceptive."
He managed in a very small, very hoarse voice and then fell backwards out of his chair.
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The situation was getting a bit dangerous for Zakuro, though she had no clue about the true danger that stood before her, zakuro found that her gut was far to in tune with the aura of evil that seemed to surround her new found partner. Zakuro had found herself in quite the pickle and with little hope of escaping she wondered if there were any chances of getting out without him finding her once again. From the way he spoke about his ability to deal with scandals as though he had more power and authority then he was letting on, though if she had bothered to pay attention and had known from the beginning he was the leader of a rival competition for power then perhaps she would have known better then to have ever step foot inside the place to begin with. A deep sinking feeling had begun to set in within her stomach telling her that walking away from him was not going to be a simple task at all, he wasn’t some maggot who had no power to stop her. She could have escaped to the bathroom but she figured if there were no windows to climb from she would only find her captor waiting patiently at the door for her while she “freshened up”.
Her skin was crawling with the lingering feeling of his arm around her shoulder, just the feel of his skin made her body cringe and with his snake comment she could only picture him now as a viper waiting to strike his prey which unfortunately for Zakuro happened to be her. If she made it out of here alive she was sure to boil off her skin in the hottest bath she could stand and bleach the disease of his touch from her flesh. With a smile and a thrust of her hip to the side she shook at finger at him “ a rather bold complement, I do say I am rather dangerous and yet at the same time I do strive to keep my looks at their peak” of course that really wasn’t what he had been talking about however Zakuro was doing her best to drive him from the current topic at hand. If she could throw him off into thinking she wasn’t all that he might have thought she was cracked up to be then maybe his interest would have waned only slightly enough to allow her escape.
However she had let out a small gasp as fingers quickly traced up and down her side causing a trail of goose bumps to make their way along her arms and back. She had almost given herself whiplash has her necked snapped to the side only to catch a glimpse of a boy his arm stretched out as he uncovered her little secret. She watched as his mouth began to word the letters which rested upon her side and panicked as he repeated them before tipping himself onto his back and drop with a clash on the floor. Only a few people turned to notice the boy as the music ragged on, Zakuro let out a little squeal and moved herself to rest against the vipers chest “ that guy just tried to feel me up !” she chimed at him with the most pitiful of looks. She was in no mood to find out why such a slacker looking boy had thought it fun to uncover her name, nor did she want to know why he seemed so surprised by his discovery.
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