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 had been a stagnant day for the pubescent genius-- all Wraith correspondences and less than choice hours of scheming boring computerless schemes-- and Twitch would have rather flitted away to one of its underground hoarding holes and finish the platform game it'd thought up the other night. But instead it found itself wandering the cutesy, family-packed street sides of Selene with squinty-eyed determination. After all, today was THE DAY (which was how it's written it into all the calendars of every electronic device it owned, though it'd almost opted for THE ANNIVERSARY).
The sky was bright but tinged with nursery rhyme worthy puffs of cotton ball clouds. Twitch wanted rain; it would take the little spasms of shivers that kept zig-zagging from its chest and to the tips of its toes and fingers. Rain could keep the flipping bursts of metaphorical leggy insects from turning summersaults in its belly. Twitch could usually welcome these flesh-n-blood sensations, chalking it up to the way the human body and its experience was programed, but today they signaled a tiny emptiness in Twitch's constantly cluttered thoughts. It was too much a like a silence.
It glanced at its hand, tracing the dark letters on THE FINGER, and focused on the sounds its chewed nail made scraping at the skin. So many capital letters to take into account, their emphases equal parts stomach-bug flips and the large grin Twitch kept stamped on its face.
THE DAY. THE FINGER. THE WIRED.
Six months ago, the message telling it that the girl who bore the same mark was finally free of her other earthly ties and here. Waiting. Soon to be meeting. Soon to be no longer waiting. It in Selene's most prominent music shop that they'd met and since-- It was hard for Twitch to describe. The fizzy energy drink sensation had been addicting. Its Sacrifice had been better than her internet persona; something Twitch had once figured a universal impossibility. Etoile. Its Crux. Bubbly and lanky Etoile. And of course, it had only been six months. One of the better ones at that. And yet the the pesky human program nervousness stayed with Twitch. Something uncertain and sparking just beneath its self awareness; all for this oddly eared girl.
It stood outside the door for a moment. They'd purposely split up after the Wraith assembly; mostly because it was slippery stone of a risk for the two heads to travel together directly from such a large congregation of Wraith but also to commemorate the day appropriately. Had to run smooth, bugless events on THE DAY of all days.
"Mister Prime Minister," it placed its hands on the horizontal bar serving as the glass door's handle, "We have contact in 10, 9, 8, 7--"
Loosing interest in the countdown, Twitch pushed in on the door and went inside, voice unreined into its usual childish crowing, "CONTACT!"
tagged: @rileycasper ooc: <3 here we go ^ ^ song title: hard smart beta
It had been a long day so far, after the Wraith meeting which the lovely silvered hair girl had to be a part of. Earlier she had planned to just spend time at home then she was told to come to the so called assembly, mostly because her and her fighter where one of the elites of the alliance and happened to have to be the current leaders. To her, it seemed funny to put a couple early-aged teens in the spot of leadership. They were immature and not very knowledgeable. With that being said though, Etoile did like to lead, just not in the fashion she was pushed into. She is openly against Wraith, but only a part of the alliance for her fighter.
After the assembly had taken place, she and Twitch had taken separate ways to meet in the same spot. It wasn't safe for them to travel together, nor was it safe for two leaders to travel together. Etoile unfortunately had to work, while Twitch simply just came to keep the lady company. Although today's company was special. It was the day Etoile learned she had a better purpose than being beaten and abused by her father.
In the back room, she pulled her work shirt on over her head. Pulling a brush from her purse she started to brush her silver strands, taking care to cause the waves to go over her tiny silver ears. They always seemed to bother Twitch, as well as the owner of them herself. She never liked the fact her father had cut her fluffy matching tail from her body. So she always tried to hide them either with a hat or, when at work, in her hair. She glanced at her wrist, where the letters were etched into her skin. WIRED. She always wondered what it meant when it started forming. Now completely apparent. It was her purpose.
She unwrapped the wires around her iPod and placed one in her ear, then stuck the iPod into her pants pocket. Back to the job she enjoyed most, sitting around the shop and answering any questions that customers posed. She eyed the door waiting for her partner to show. Since that day six months ago, Etoile had never been in a words battle, yet she eagerly awaited the day until she encountered her first. She often wondered if her Twitch had ever been in one itself. "CONTACT!" The door flung open with a violent gust. "Why do you always have to make an entrance?" Chuckling lightly, she motioned for Twitch to come sit in the relaxing chairs next to the computers that made a light hum. She fluffed her hair as she sat, legs crossed at the calf. She wondered what the mastermind genius had to talk about today.
Its senses still humming from the numbing effects of diving face-first into the linoleum, Twitch did not feel the brush of lips against the fledgling brow-bruise, but the gesture itself was enough for its thin-lipped grin to creep closer to the edges of its rounded jawline. Twitch was not the sort of individual to understand the limitations of other's tolerance towards its sparkful, exaggerated personality, considering itself to be sought after company based off its abilities and intelligence alone. But even it could recognize that its Sacrifice was a patron saint of patience; something that Twitch was grateful for in its own odd way.
"You might want to put some ice on your eye. Do you want me to go get you some?"
The young woman's arms pulled the Fighter closer towards her and Twitch's body wriggled with innocent delight, as dog's would upon the long awaited return of its master. It extended its arms with customary hyperbole and folded them around Etolie's upper back. When they were this close, it could distract itself from the impending responsibilities of Wraith and the many strands of thick fur lurking on the heads and ends of many of the islands inhabitants.
But even at peace, Twitch could not remain stagnant for long and began to wriggled more passionately until it slipped from Etoile's grasp altogether.
"Ice is nice, but hugs sufifcer nicer," it shook its head in personal affirmation and listened, for a swift second, to the auditory trails left by the florescent lights, "We gots plans to get in and enacting and, and, and circuits to run through down muh-muh-muh-memory!"
Holding its marked finger above its upper lip so that the word hovered below its snubby, sniffy nose, Twitch's eyes brows bounced with whimsy.
"Twitch's just gotta SWEEP you off your quick little tall person feetsies and get us both in this memory program," it jerked its body like an a robotic cliche and then said as monotone as it could manage, "C-c-compute, Etwinkly?"
tagged: @rileycasper ooc: no worries, man. i hope you're doing okay and life is treating you better. <3 -blows kisses n well wishes- song title: hard smart beta
TAGS:@twitch || OOC:I'm sorry it's not of huge substance ;-; I just felt you deserved one.
She giggled lightly at the responce of her fighter, then with a roll of her eyes she pointed at the bell above the door. "Oh Twitchy, I know when anyone enters the door." Another giggle left her lips as she leaned back in her chair. She eyed the group of students fawning over the new stand. Holding one finger up to the mastermind in front of her. "Guys, be careful, we'll release more tomorrow." The woman shouted to the teens before turning back to Twitch, a bright smile on her face.
She was about to speak again but it started leaning forward and pecked her on the forehead, a brighter smile crossed her lips. She noted the hesitance between the kiss, knowing quite well it was from the tuffs just below her hair, which she always tried to hid from her fighter. The lady lightly touched its fighter's hand, but it lost its balance and slipped to the floor head collided with her knee and she brought it up to her chest and then watched her fighter continue to fall to the floor. Etoile flinched down to help her fighter who just bounced right back up.
Listening to the anouncment of Twitch's story. She clapped lightly to the story and accepted the gift before kissing its eyebrow and curling her arms around it. "You might want to put some ice on your eye. Do you want me to go get you some?" She whispered against its head, pulling it tighter to her chest.
Its senses still humming from the numbing effects of diving face-first into the linoleum, Twitch did not feel the brush of lips against the fledgling brow-bruise, but the gesture itself was enough for its thin-lipped grin to creep closer to the edges of its rounded jawline. Twitch was not the sort of individual to understand the limitations of other's tolerance towards its sparkful, exaggerated personality, considering itself to be sought after company based off its abilities and intelligence alone. But even it could recognize that its Sacrifice was a patron saint of patience; something that Twitch was grateful for in its own odd way.
"You might want to put some ice on your eye. Do you want me to go get you some?"
The young woman's arms pulled the Fighter closer towards her and Twitch's body wriggled with innocent delight, as dog's would upon the long awaited return of its master. It extended its arms with customary hyperbole and folded them around Etolie's upper back. When they were this close, it could distract itself from the impending responsibilities of Wraith and the many strands of thick fur lurking on the heads and ends of many of the islands inhabitants.
But even at peace, Twitch could not remain stagnant for long and began to wriggled more passionately until it slipped from Etoile's grasp altogether.
"Ice is nice, but hugs sufifcer nicer," it shook its head in personal affirmation and listened, for a swift second, to the auditory trails left by the florescent lights, "We gots plans to get in and enacting and, and, and circuits to run through down muh-muh-muh-memory!"
Holding its marked finger above its upper lip so that the word hovered below its snubby, sniffy nose, Twitch's eyes brows bounced with whimsy.
"Twitch's just gotta SWEEP you off your quick little tall person feetsies and get us both in this memory program," it jerked its body like an a robotic cliche and then said as monotone as it could manage, "C-c-compute, Etwinkly?"
tagged: @rileycasper ooc: no worries, man. i hope you're doing okay and life is treating you better. <3 -blows kisses n well wishes- and omg i realized i just edited over that last post. -headesks- song title: hard smart beta
