Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
The conversation with that one guy... At the party, it left a slight foul flavor in her mouth, made her want to do try and be more "normal" against her father's wishes. That's right, she.. she.. Could be normal! Just.. One night. Thus here she was finding herself standing staring at the flashy night of Dreamland, the amusement park where all wish to be at. She... Disgusted by all of it, just stood there wearing highly overprices blue/black jeans mixed with a rather nice white blouse on.
She can do this.. She can handle this, she was normal, she wasn't some prissy female. Okay, maybe this was a terrible idea, she stood at security check handing over her things heart pounding. What if some guy found this as an excuse to hang out with her all night? Try to take her company from her, no... Stop that. They can't do that unless you marry, noel. Everything will be great, you look great.
Passing security, she paid for the ticket, easy pesy. Entered the park holding her satchel, leather.. black leather... In her hand. The outfit she attempted to look as cheap and "normal" as she possibly could, only to fail to realize.. normal people don't carry around highly rare designer leather bags, nor wore sunglasses at night.. nor carry what looked to be an unreleased cellphone in the pocket of their bag. Then her hair, well it was long, white like a diamond, and fancy curl. She... and Her gems.. She absolutely barely... managed not to wear any precious gems. Then stress of this whole situation, she began to chew gum. normal people chewed gum right? Wearing highly expensive bot heels right?
She stood there, hip tilted almost looking like a model that had just walked into the Amusement park with absolute no care in the world. People, noticing.. Smelling the richness on her.. She barely noticed, too busy studying the map of the park. Okay.. she just goes one round... Tell him she did it. Made small party... lived normal happy life. One night.. Well.. however long took to make on lap of the park. WHAT WAS SHE THINKING?!
Summary: She came to the amusement park to prove, she can handle a simple normal human activity. Only to fail dressing like a normal person, and is clueless how horrible her writer is to throw her into worst opportunities in this thread.
It was a rare occurrence for Sierra to skip on job opportunities. Anything that would contribute to her meager income, every penny earned would be well spent (or at least spent where it satisfied her). Thus when finding the short costume gig posting, she jumped right onto it. For her lifestyle, it was almost odd jobs everywhere, but how could she say no to it? Fifty euros for a few hours in a cute bear costume? It would’ve been enough to feed her for a few weeks if she was frugal. [break][break] Her assignment: to don on the mascot costume and to hand out promotional flyers to the park attendees. Seasonal passes and deals here and there, she didn’t think much about the papers’ contents before she was suited up and running to and from families, couples, or parties. [break][break] As the hours passed, so did the sun. Night dawning upon the city was both a blessing and a curse. The cool air of darkness made living in the heavy getup just a bit more bearable, but she might as well have been blind. The mesh screens hidden away on the head’s design were hard enough to navigate through during the day, and now that the world was nothing but a blur of colorful lights and moving shadows… [break][break] She couldn’t have been working for much longer, thus Sierra started to make her way towards the rest area near the entryway, having the useful resources of the park map, a miniature clock tower, and benches. If she could just sit for one second… [break][break] Impatient seeped into her step, bumbling legs walking faster towards the wooden seats that her eyes honed in on. With such tunnel vision however (quite literally), the waddling bear didn’t see the individual studying the large map, bumping her side into them. [break][break] The suit was top heavy, the frame of the round head not being the easiest to deal with and with the simple collision, the klutz that Sierra was fell toppling over. “AaaAAHHH-” [break][break] At least the closed sleeves and legs protected her palms and any bare skin from being scraped? [break][break] “Aahhh I can’t take this anymore~...” Bum still sitting on the ground from the fall, mitten-ed hands rose to pull the medieval torture device bear head off and breathed in the freshest whiff off crisp air. The girl’s gaze was then lifted to apologize to the victim of her blind wobbling, “I’m so sorr-” [break][break] Tongue paused from shock the moment pale eyes laid on the other female’s outfit. Originally scanning from bottom up due to her predicament of a lower elevation, Sierra only caught glimpses of the shoes, jeans, and stopped when brand name logos were boasted on the leather bag. [break][break] Was it real, was she hallucinating? Never would she have imagined to even look at such luxuries that wasn’t in a magazine or on the internet. She tried recalling prices in her head: hundreds, or what if thousands... but possibly more even??? Staring down at her gloved hands and writing out a few quick calculations, the foreigner burst out her final answer up at the other in shock, “hALf a YEAR of FOOD!?!” (if she was frugal). [break][break] “Ah-” A sudden outburst out of nowhere, she must’ve startled or creeped out the parker goer, after bumping into them too… In a panic, Sierra returned to making her apology to the pretty lady, “My apologies! I should’ve been looking at where I was going...” [break][break] If it were even possible with the head on.
Over there? No over there... Why was this so hard? It was such ease figuring out a gem's rarity with look alone. She gave a sighed, just as her exhale released about 20% of air, she felt a sudden large pressure against her body making her lose balance, dropping the map, and temporarily feeling disoriented. Her body making a loud "Ooof" before regaining composition to look at what was a... Bear? No. Female in bear costume? She stared at the figure as it was practically glowing with some sort form of hope? As if the creature just manged to find the wedding band she had dreamed about for a year, and had the money to afford it, why even cheaper.
The poor creature before her began a panic of apologies, that she wasn't quite sure how to respond to, holding her hnd out softly backing away. "Its okay... It was just.. a bump in the road.." She attempted to lighten the mood, the creature seemed highly disoriented more than she herself. "Is-is it normal to gain greetings such mannerisms? Are you the mascot of this establishment? Is this a welcoming, since I am but new here?" She asked uncertain, shouldn't the mascot of their mask on? Wouldn't that destroy the whole scene created in the park.
Thinking about how this person should be working, she stood up straighter and spoke more demanding voice. "Would you put on your mask? Stand up straight, you are the very honorary hope of the children around. What is your job paying you for? Thank you for your greeting, but please think of the children's dreams. They cannot see you like this, headless."
[break][break] A parade was in the works for the patrons of Dreamland. An elaborate show of animatronics and robotics. All of the workers were clad in there costumes and making their final adjustments to their floats and such. Behind the mass of decorations, there laid in waiting 15 robotic skeletons that had yet to be switched on. Each carried a sword and shield in hand. Waiting for the main switch to be flipped and the power to be turned on. Of course, there were others who each had a controller for a specific skeleton. For safety measures, of course. [break][break] Minutes later, the parade would start with the sounds of music playing from the speakers about the park. The actors would begin strutting the streets. Dancing and waving to those that stopped and watched. Those on floats, opting to simply wave. However, before the main switch could be flipped for the skeletons, a flume of purple surrounded the robots and was absorbed in. Causing the eyes of the robots to glow, and their bodies to move onward without command. [break][break] Upon seeing such, their creators began frantically flipping switches and pressing buttons. Anything to try and stop their creations. But alas, it was all in vain. The skeleton bots moved towards the creators and began swinging their swords. And in disarray, all of the men fled. Running through the parade and screaming in panic. "The Robots! They've gone haywire!!" [break][break] Coming behind them, were the robots in question. Weapons at the ready. [break][break]
YOUR ENEMY: SKELETAL BOTS (x15)[break] RANK: ☆☆☆☆☆☆
Bump in the road? Mannerism greetings? A welcoming? Sierra could only look at the other with a dumbfounded and lost expression. “I…” She had simply bumped into the individual, a completely unintentional accident. For the moment to be interpreted as a greeting, the gal hoped that there weren’t any societies were such bruteness were a mannered norm. [break][break] “I-it isn’t good mannerisms? I just wasn’t looking where I was going… Anything but a welcoming,” for it’d be a terrible welcoming if so. Though with a while longer to process the odd questions, the foreigner suddenly feared for her day’s payment. Was her accident the first thing this attendee experienced? Was her check going to be withheld due to customer complaints. In worried defeat, the platinum head thunked against the furrier headdress resting in her lap. Her week of food… [break][break] More words then came at her, prompting the pale eyes to gaze up confused at the woman once more. The head? Hope of children? Dreams and headlessness?!? “The job description didn’t include all of those r-responsibilities in the p-poster...” Hands turned the bear head in her hands, the cartoon face now staring into her own distracted eyes. “I was just handing out promotional flyers for seasonal ticket deals...” The satchel over her should now thankfully empty and without the weight of 1932847 sheets of paper. [break][break] From the distance came faint music. Told very little in the beginning, Sierra was not aware of a parade that would’ve been making its rounds through the park. But so long as that meant that she didn’t have to be a part of it in this sweaty bumbling costume, she was ready to jump out of it. [break][break] Limbs draped with the colorful pelt somehow stood themselves back up, the almost creepy head resting on the floor as the gal did her best to regain balance. “Sorry again for the collision. If you’re looking for park events, I guess there’s the parade going on right there? I’ve got to finish up my work though...” With the thought of money on her mind again, the simpleton’s gaze flitted back towards the lady’s outfit once more, adorned with luxuries that ruined her mind… [break][break] But a conclusive smile was given to the guest before the part-timer turned to head towards the staff room, although the start of her progression only to be interrupted by a commotion that slowly grew from the colorful entourage just a distance from them. The first thought on her mind: This better not involve me... [break][break] “The Robots! They’ve gone haywire!!” [break][break] She didn’t think much of it at first and continued with her walk away, until the runners started heading in their direction, along with the rouge machinimations mentioned. Animatronic skeletons came hacking their swords at them. Whether the weapons or real or not, the prop design and execution was too well for her to differ between. [break][break] Like the rest, Sierra turn to evade the assailants but could only progress so far that the clunky boots would allow her. Tripping over the covers of her shoes, the dumb mascot costume had gotten in her way once more, and she was on the verge of tearing the obnoxious thing apart. [break][break] But with one of the robots nearing her with its swinging blade with no intentions of stopped, she needed to think up of some kind of defense or escape if she wanted to live to see daylight once more. Dying to theme park technical difficulties wasn’t the most attractive way to go… Thinking up of only one option, Sierra grabbed the giant head frame that fell beside her, lifting the bulky object up and swinging it at the nearest skeleton. “UuuUUGGHH.” [break][break] Even if the bear head was an absolute fuss to carry on her shoulders for a day, at least the weight and size of it was useful for something.
brave of u to assume my dumb child can deal with 5 robo skeletons X"D [break] grunts destroyed: 1
Just wasn't looking where she was going?! That was it, oh, a small blush crossed on Noel's face. of course... That was it.. Just not paying attention, she cleared here throat recovering her form, "yes, well People you are attempting to entertain, can seriously be hurt that way. Not to mention, you yourself can be hurt. What if you walked right into a moving train?" She pointed to where a large cloud of smoke was coming from, she was pretty sure it was the train, just reading the map and all. Restoring her position with that tilted hip and all listening to this woman's excuses.
Job description? "You do not expect somebody to place all the details of a job into the job description? Why nobody would really want the job if they knew what they were doing besides job descriptions are just summaries to give you an idea what is to be expected. " She thought of her own companies job descriptions, she was very certain her father's requirements were completely different from her own. A lot being redesigning jewels to make them more 'legal'. She felt a small eyebrow raise noticing there was absolutely no promotional materials, she hoped the woman didn't just drop them in a pile somewhere... Such incompetence, no.. She must have faith, this was after all a female. not some damn lazy manipulating ass kissing male. She softened just a bit, "Okay, you are perfect alright, wish I knew what was on those flyers and all.." It wasn't like she had absolutely no idea what to expect. NOPE. Certainly not the colorful parade creating loud commotion their direction. What the... Music.. Was nice.
She admired the color choices, even the purple cloud of smoke, such a nice show choice. But something was odd... The things began to turn red and began to charge, oh that's nice. Till swords were being swung randomly specifically toward people. What the? "That is quite dangerous... They certainly risking being sued, are they not?" She asked looking over her new.. Companion? Poor pathetic sloppy companion. Only to hear shouting about robots going hay-wiring. Oh FOR THE SAKE OF! Two Robots began charging them, one splitting right at the horrible employee who swang her giant head at the thing completely destroying it. A large 'ugh' ugly sound came from her. The other one? Oh going right for Miss Richie Rich Know It All. "Oh yes, Go somewhere and have a good time. Break away. He said." She mumbled just as the animatronic came right at her. She stood up high almost rocking the boots, "You listen here! I will not be meddling in some Poor person's affairs, just because 1 Male requested it!"
Before slipping out her Mother's gun shooting right at the animatronic. A look of harshness on her face, screaming breaking out after hearing a gun. "Its just a basic Handgun! Would you people just calm down?" Words lost in the shouting, she actually felt a bit disoriented, used to organized and clean events. These... Dirty... messy... Situations.. Were new to her. She found herself actually seeking the new companion. Handgun ready for another one. Really.. One should ask her why she had it, in the back of her mind she thought somebody planned to kidnap her, that's all. Probably why she choose this place over some rave.
1 shot with a handgun, and maybe hitting a person who knows.. poor people. She is currently in process flowing Sierra anywhere, resisting the urge of losing her bet (and leave).
Prayers was that she’d hear the train or feel the tracks underfoot before the impact even came should there be the possibility that she’d dodge the incident. But knowing her own clumsiness and how obnoxious the suit was, she’d probably trip face first onto the tracks and hear the train right before it decapitated her. [break][break] Although, without the aid of a train, Sierra’s brain was already turning into mush with the words being hurled at her. Jobs, job postings, job descriptions, and the many expectations that the world had for its residents. It was like the dreaded school all over again… Pout formed on her lips, along with a strained expression as she did her best to absorb the commentary as advice. [break][break] That and the confusion that followed when she was called perfection. [break][break] [break] A shot snapped clear and loud through the havoc, fading out any chaos into background white noise as the gun was the main focus of the gal’s now terrified attention. The sudden noise had her flinching and heart racing. I’m dead tonight, aren’t I? [break][break] It sounded to close and the stiff form worked its best to turn left and right, searching for the source while hiding behind her own makeshift weapon of a head. It was the female she had met just seconds before who was holding the bullets, and while attitude seemed to be mouthed on fancy lips, Sierra could not hear what was said. [break][break] And she wasn’t planning on staying any longer to find out. She was just here to pass out flyers, and the flyers were gone, thus she would also be gone. A part of her almost felt bad for the inanimate object, having been shot to death by a crazed guest. As for how the weapon even cleared security clearance... “Aaahhhg, there’s still much more in life that I have yet to see...” Legs started hobbling towards the closest employee room, making awkward steps in attempt to avoid toppling over once again in a furry mess. [break][break] Her progress was slow, and more robots had mechanically scurried her way. From the corner of her eyes, other innocent participants were also busy with the conundrum, hitting down other skeletal opponents with whatever they could find on hand: rocks to throw, bags to swing, or even party favors to make do with. One fell to a man, another to a mother fending for her kids, and a third was swarmed by crazed teenagers. [break][break] The moment once stepped close enough, the civilian would slug them with the bear once again, fluffy metal colliding against a flamboyantly decorated metal until the latter fell into a broken heap on the ground. “DumB tecHNoLOGY. No one asked you to make the world a sci-fi apocalyptic movie!!” [break][break] Concluding the enemy’s dead with a huff of her own, the rest of her procession followed similarly: wobble a few meters in clunky booties, fight off another animatronic with the spherical frame in her hands, and wobble a few more meters away from everything. If she could just get to the staff room just a bit quicker and lock out all of this parade chaos for just a second to breathe...
5 robo's dead if NPC kills count :thinking_face: [break] 2 if otherwise
“Aaahhhg, there’s still much more in life that I have yet to see...” The voice behind her spoke, she turned to see the one who was handing out the flyers taking off running, well Hell.. Save a life, they run cowardly, maybe this was why They Work for Her? She rolled her eyes, letting the girl run away with a small tsk sound. Everybody luckily seemed to be attacking the skeletons... WEll the one not fleeing in fear like the little cowards they were. She managing to hit one , failing to hit others, possibly hitting poor victims [oops].
But She stayed close to the one with the giant mask, employees always know the safest route in an area, besides the girl seemed rather hurt hobbling slowly, practically begging for Noel to save her. The progress between the two was terrible, one of the skeletons even managing to make its way around, and going straight for the girl. Her voice was what caught Noel's attention, commenting about apocalyptic movie, crushed on the ground. Noel looked down at it in rather shock, merely barely managing to squeeze in after the worker girl, closing the door. Using her body to prevent any other... guests from breaking in.
"Where does it hurt most?" She managed to ask looking at the girl slightly more worried than she actually felt. Just playing the part required to keep her in the same room..
Wobble some, combat some. Wobble some, combat some. Two more skeletons came by her (and met their end after doing so) before her costume trapped body had finally reached the door of the employee room. “Thank goodness...” The hinge was swung open, and Sierra let herself collapse into the entryway, crawling the rest of the distance in as the fabric hanging from her mitts and knees dragged over the floor. [break][break] Peace was not bestowed upon her, however, as the door clicked closed without her own prompted. Wondering what the cause was, the gal flipped herself over to find the rich gun lady above her. While the concept may have sounded attractive as words in her head, it was not the type she wanted to die to. Away from the malfunctioning robots or not, she was still going to get shot tonight, wasn’t she? [break][break] Where it hurt? “Where what hurts?” A blank stare returned the concerned one. A million different fictional scenarios started cycling through her head, but which one will accurately instruct the events that were to come in the next few minutes? Hopefully it wasn’t the ones that had her dead. Cautiously, Sierra pushed herself back onto her feet, keeping an eye on the other that managed to slip into the break room behind her. [break][break] Dead or not though, she had to get this dumb outfit off. Thick mitts were yanked off, and free’d fingers reached behind her back to pull down the zipper that held her in the torture device. Now given the room to, the bear suit was shrugged off her shoulders with an immediate breeze of cooler air blessing her arms and legs. [break][break] Donned with short shorts and an off the shoulder underneath, this was much enjoyable than the sweaty sauna the costume built up for the past few hours. [break][break] “Haahhh…..” Once the heaviest sigh of the day exhausted itself from her lips, the temporary stepped out from the heap of fur and nudged the pile to the side. Sneakers pushed the head beside it, rolling the frame over and revealing a mutilated face that kissed the bodies of several animatronics just moments ago. [break][break] Maybe the damage would be overlooked with the bigger mess that probably continued behind the door they were hiding behind? [break][break] “Great day to visit the park, huh? I’m sure the back half is still untouched if you’re still looking for rides...” Her attention wasn’t fully on the commentary, arms and legs focused on stretching themselves out instead. Costume off, that was one problem dealt with. Now just three left...
Additional 2 hit [break] Total execution count: 11 (8?)
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