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.
It wasn't all too often Oscar had made is way into the crowded streets of New Paris, however, today was sadly one of those days where he couldn't wait for a shipment of computer parts and instead had to make his way out on an adventure of sorts to retrieve the components to finish repairing a system for an important customer of his. Normally, Oz wouldn't honestly care to be out and about however the Les Quatre-Temps was always like a sprawling metropolis with clusters of people littered around. It was crowded, noisy, and Oz honestly shivered at the thought of the countless possibilities of interaction that he didn't wish to have. He wasn't antisocial, however, the male preferred if he could control his encounters with people. That's why he worked from home, he could control who was coming in and out of his apartment at any given time.
He hadn't slept all too well the night before and the visible bags under his eyes were even more predominate then normal. Being out in public like this was exhausting, draining in fact and after he had found the shop and purchased the item he was looking for he had regrettably make his way to the food court in order to sustain some sort of sustenance before heading home. His wheel chair standing out from the crowd strictly because people had to walk around him, people passing by sometimes would make comments, albeit under their breath of cause, but, Oscar could hear them still. This is why he hated going out in public, it made him feel like an inconvenience for others, and while it didn't upset him it was more annoying than anything.
Fast food was something he didn't eat all too often, yet the taste of deep-fried goodness coated his mouth as he chomped on his food. Looking around to see if there was anyone or anything going he let out a gentle sigh. Despite writing the day off as uneventful so far he was thankful nothing really had come to fruition as it was easier dealing with nothing, but, Oz being the slight pessimistic he was felt like there was about to be a wild goose chase starting and he would be at the center of it. After all, every time he had been out recently something 'unique' had happened.
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Ahh the Winter holiday, where all those crooks attempt to sway the customer's heart to fall for their tricks. She had came here for oh so many reasons first to drop of a necklace with four 55carat diamonds each surounded by a lovely titanium silver in the most floral of designs. The whole necklace was so important for the Boutique's Fashion show, she had to personally deliver it herself. As such walking through the streets she held sharply onto the grey leather purse close to her body, the necklace in a black sqaure box.
She swung her body around this way and that, swerving to dodge the crowd, her amber eyes scanning judging all she could see. The white hat she wore seemed to shade her eyes making it slightly harder to see just how much her eyes dilated. The outfit she choose was snowflake themed, with a white dress with small fake gems etched into the design.
Walking further along, she managed to pass the food court, the horror fast food making her feel just a bit sick. Ending up further down the road where what looked to be a male in a wheelchair slowly making his way, slowing the traffic. Her eyes narrowed getting closr to him, she could snake by. Then doing so exposed the bag and potential high ratio of money, she slowed down attempting to time when to go around.
Finding the major problem with holidays, Gawking lots of Window Shopping Gawking. With Gawking means larger crowds, that combined with the mass width the wheelchair took, she found herself absolutely stuck. "Would you mind if I push you?" She asked walking behind the owner of the wheelchair growing aggrevated, her real question can this thing move any faster?
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[attr="class","nikki109"]He was high, exceptionally so. Which pretty much summed up most of his days when he wasn't busy fencing or avoiding other responsibilities. Right now his only concern as he moved through the crowded mall was simple. The munches. It gnawed at his stomach as he sluggishly headed towards the food court. He was going to a particular place in Les Quatre-Temps. It had the best burger and fries that he had ever tasted in his life, and for a surprisingly cheap price as well.[break][break]
He licked at his lips hungrily as images of the food flashed into his mind. "Could you make a bigger fool of yourself?" Merlin's voice was like a nagging whisper in the back of his mind. Jayce let out an audible groan but otherwise remained silent. Typically the magical grass acted as a way to drown him out. But lately it was getting harder and harder to ignore the spirit and its influence. Perhaps it was time to upgrade to strong stuff?[break][break]
"You can't ignore your destiny forever Jayce."[break][break]
"I can try..." he muttered absentmindedly before finding his attention drawn towards something else. A particular scene was unfolding before Jayce's vibrant green eyes. A young woman was asking a man in a wheelchair if she could push him. Jayce, or Merlin rather, got the particular feeling that she was doing it to hurry things along. It was a rather rude in Jayce's opinion. So out of impulse he approached, rubbing the back of his neck as he did so. "Uh don't you think that's kind of rude of you miss? He's certainly capable of moving himself along." hopefully this wouldn't turn into anything bigger than it needed to be.
Lost in his own train of thought, Oscar didn't really pay attention to anyone. He was just focused on doing his thing and leaving for his apartment. That was until he overhead the female behind him, it would of seemed his gut feeling was right, rarely it was wrong he dreaded the thought. Just as he was about to reply as kept to his own pace, the voice of another bellowed out. It was strange to hear the youth of today be the good Samaritan, although it was not needed. Oscar knew during these busy times it was an inconvenience to be stuck in a crowd behind someone with a wheelchair, he use to be like that but it's ironic that now he was the one in the wheelchair experiencing the ridicule and backhanded comments of others.
“It's fine....Please by all means push me if you wish and in so much of a rush you need to.” He slightly chuckled at the thought, a test of sorts to see really if she would actually do it. In reality it wouldn't matter too much, the crowd was that packed no matter how fast she would push him around they still would take a decent time to get to a clearing.
Looking over to the younger boy he smiled, Oscar's face looked droopy, the lack of sleep visible as it appeared to be etched into his skin. It was as if he eternally tired but he thanked the male with a nod and a warm voice. “You don't see many people these days standing up for others, thanks.” He stopped talking for the briefest of moments.
“I apologize miss, getting around in these busy places can be a challenge. In truth I tend to avoid them, I just needed to get this part for my job.”
He was sincere, although he felt like he shouldn't of had to apologize, he did mean it. The last thing Oscar wanted to be in this state was a problem for anyone.
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I want you now I want you now I feel my heart implode and I'm breaking out escaping now feeling my faith erode
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As she asked him, some male with the most horrid of smelling aroma coming off of him spoke to her about.. Rudeness? That she was being rude asking this male to help achieve his goals faster? She felt a small flare into her gut, but her eyes turned a sharp ice cold. As she turned to him, "How is it considered as you say rude to push this civilia working hard to reach his destination? I am merely providing assitance to one who has been at this for who knows how long." She gave a small huff right as the male said it was okay to push him. Course' with the mention of rush, "Fine sir, I am in no hurry, I am but one hour ahead of schedule." And completely surrounded by Thieves, one smooth hand movement from some common gypsy it will not end well for her. At all.
She grabbed the wheelchair handles, "Please raise your feet, I have your chair." She spoke softly, attempting to be as proper.. as possible with that hoodlum lurking near by with his horrid scent. Soon as she was capable to, she began to push the chair... To learn.. Just because you can go faster, doesn't mean The chair will. People begant o go around them, much like an Eighteenwheeler being cut off. What was wrong with these people! She felt her muscles growing tense with her aggrevation. The male from before... She could just feel him near by, probably mocking at her pathetic attempts of taking fast travel to faster.
And.. OH! she began to realize.... Rather quickly.. Pushing a wheelchair, even across large aths had its problems... Cracks in the concrete, bumps just three inches high, it was... Harsh. The loop def didn't help her legs, her legs were rather weaker she had been led to believe. "Why are you still behind us?" She asked the horrible smelling male, she couldn't quite place where the scent perfume she had. "Question what sort of.... parfum are you wearing?"
The going was still slow.... The male... in the chair... slowly calmly made a whinny commented about slow going, just rubbing salt in the wound. Of how much frustration was growing in her gut of this little... Push teh Male, get there faster, experiment failure. He mind temporarily forgetting about the bag, forgetting her new standing angle actually cause it to be away from her body closer to the chair itself and much easier to slip a hand into. "Yes, a challenge it does seem to be. How do you ever get anywhere?" She asked with a slight clinching of teeth, still attempting to act she was ot losing..TO A CHAIR. Her body shifted to be straighter, the bag pulling itself closer to it, as her interest in the man's work grew. It was probably something utterly ridicules and stupid, after all just some loser male in a wheelchair. Really any male was lazy pig trying to make it easy, often times walking over others. Irony. "What type of work do you do?" She asked him.
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[attr="class","nikki109"]The dude in the wheelchair was surprisingly well tempered over the situation. Jayce was impressed. Although he couldn't help but think that part of that composure came from being used to this kind of behaviour. Which just didn't settle right to him. Jayce looked down towards the man and back towards the woman as the older man said it was fine. "Are you sure want someone like her pushing you?" he inquired giving her a slightly jaded look from the corner of his eyes.[break][break]
"Champion of Justice are we now?" Merlin chuckled before following it up with, "And you shouldn't be so rude to a lady like that Jayce. Otherwise you ruin your chances."[break][break]
He'd ruin his chances of what? He bit down on his bottom lip and kept pressing on in his efforts to ignore the wizard. By the time he undistracted himself from Merlin's voice the young woman had already begun pushing Oscar. He picked up his pace to follow behind them. Partly out of curiosity and mostly out of concern for what Noel might put Oscar through. "To make sure you don't dumb him off anywhere suspect." and then she asked about the smell. Jayce rolled his eyes and then brought his shirt up towards his nose. He took a couple of sniffs but couldn't quite smell what she was referring too. Had the stench of weed really stuck to him that strongly? He had smoked outside, and sprayed a bit of axe on himself so he had thought he had covered the smell. "I'm not wearing anything, you're clearly imagining things."[break][break]
"Oh and no problem my dude, I try to help when I can. Someone has to get rid of my generations stigma am I right?" he laughed a lot harder at that than he should have. "I'm Jayce by the way." he finally took the time to introduce himself both to Oscar and to the woman. "And I'm a student, senior in high school actually." he was sure the question was meant for Oscar but he answered it anyway. It was then that his eyes drifted towards the bag the woman seem to be protecting with her life. He tilted his head curisotry for what was inside forming within his mind. "What's in the bag lady?" he was surprisingly up front with his interest.
She started to push him and while it was rude of her he really didn't mind, after all it was free labor in a sense. He knew she'd soon realize how difficult it was to push him, she was but a small girl, she almost looked fragile like a precious gem from the glimpses he saw of her. The younger lad and the female seemed quite hostile with one another, maybe they knew each other from somewhere before or perhaps she was just a tad stuck up but when she mentioned perfume, Oscar finally smelt it himself.
It was a unique smell, but by no means was it perfume. He chuckled at his response to the suggestion, the boy known as Jayce seemed to have some sort of rebellious streak in him. As the saying goes, different strokes for different folks; Oscar really didn't care about the smell. Especially since there were that many people around what he could really only smell was the sweat and humidity the people produced in large spaces.
“Perhaps it's someone else that's wearing the perfume.” Oscar hinted at to try and save face for the boy, he wasn't one to take substances or smoke, however, it wasn't harmful for him so he really didn't care. Yet the girl made another comment about him having mobility issues and being hard to get around, it was to say the least insensitive and Oz let out a sigh that she would of heared to show how displeased he was.
“You know, getting around is hard. Perhaps this experience can help you realize how lucky you are to have functional legs. Unlike you, I'll never walk again.” It was almost upsetting to say but that was the reality of it, in truth it was more then just bad legs. Oscar couldn't feel anything below his waist besides slight twinges and tingles from time-to-time and he was somewhat annoyed he even of had to say that, “As for my work...I work with technology and software, run my own shop. Fixing, making, design. I do it all if the price is right. Yourself?”
“Oscar, sadly the pleasure is mine...” He didn't pay attention what Jayce was asking about the bag the female was holding, he just wanted this disastrous experience to end. The more time he spent around here the closer he would be to blowing up. Albeit it's not the teenagers fault, but the girl was slowly grinding his gears.
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I want you now I want you now I feel my heart implode and I'm breaking out escaping now feeling my faith erode
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"To make sure you don't dumb him off anywhere suspect." The male behind her answered causing a small crawl of disgust shiver against her flesh. Well that was absolutely ridicules! Like she'd leave one... with... useless.... appendages out... You know that actually sounded reasonable, push him into an alley and make her way through. She quickly flick the thought, her business would instantly lose millions over something as silly as merely moving a human out of her way. "I will never do such a thing to a potential customer." She huffed, before rolling her eyes. "Like you would understand silly boy." She waved her hand as if that would make him scatter away.
He commented about not wearing anything, he wasn't? He stood so close, came off, she certainly thought she was smelled something. Then the man in the chair commented about the passer-bys. "Ye-yes I understand could be somebody else. Forgive me sir, but this stalker is standing so close one could not help but catch the aroma coming off. Perhaps you are correct it was somebody else, but I cannot help but wonder." She clinched her shoulders a bit more defensively as if protecting her body and bag, over this person.
The stalker answered first commenting about highschool, well that wasn't a least bit surprisingly. At least she don't have to worry about this guy being sent by the board to try and swoon her. They may be annoying, but at least they picked the high class, this guy must be some sort of low-life who could never afford her jewelry or time. Funny. The other guy, he answered technology and software. Well that too fit the person, course the one who couldn't walk or easily manipulate be the one behind such work space. She did wonder as he continued to describe his job if he might be of a middle class, perhaps upper middle? His clothes really didn't give anything away, hard to see the fabric worth from her angle, by angle, really the back of his head and chair handles.
Then.. That's when it happened the other male asked about the bag, almost as if a switch had been flicked she let go of the chair grabbing very defensively over her purse shooting hima very sharp glare. "Nothing! That is of your low-life should gain knowledge of!" The moment she realized the slip a blush crossed her face, she grew very cold and sharp. Straightening up shooting him a glare, "It is rude to ask about a lady's personal belongings, is it it not?" Her tone shifted as her attention shifted to the one in the wheelchair, "Monsieur how much longer do you need to go?" Some sort of spark hoping it was just a couple shops, and that's it. Tada done.
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Oscar had covered for em and for that Jayce was grateful. He'd be sure to remember the dude's kindness, that way he could return it later. Maybe he'd buy him lunch or something? Although in order to do that he'd need to make sure that the guy got his number. So much to remember and he was so stoned too. He was quite sure how much of it would actually get committed to memory. Mostly because he'd probably just end up getting distracted by something before it crossed his mind again. Jayce couldn't help but think that sometimes being a stoner was too difficult.[break][break]
He had to blink several times as the woman started to freak out on him. She released her old on Oscar's wheelchair quickly. Her hands clutching onto the bag and pressing it tightly against her body. The way she was holding onto the thing it was like it held the secret to world peace or something. Wait...could she have really the key to world peace tucked away inside her bag? No, that was too silly of an idea too be true. It probably make for something interesting though. The woman's tone was filled with anger and she spat an insult Jayce's way that she had likely used a hundred times. "Low-life?" he was a low-life huh? What the hell was this girl's problem? First she'd rude to the guy in the wheelchair, then she's just plain rude, and now she was trying to be mean and hurtful.[break][break]
Jayce couldn't help but think that she had some kind of stick up her ass. He rolled his eyes at her and gave a wave of his hand. "I think it's a little more rude to go around calling people low-lives. I don't know what high horse you're on but why don't you climb off it princess." he retorted quickly. Typically Jayce was a very calm and mellow person. He could be fairly stubborn sure but he didn't exactly get worked up over much. But this woman was just really pushing his buttons, and not in a good way. "You keep acting like a bitch and you'll end up wethered and alone you know that right?" he had maybe taken it a bit far. But he really couldn't help himself, not only was she irritating but she was ruining his high. The second of which is something Jayce took very seriously. Thankfully they were about to walk into a crowd and he wouldn't have to deal with her for much longer.[break][break]
“I agree.” Two simple words that showed how rude Noel was being to both him and Jayce. Oscar didn't need to say much on the subject she wouldn't believe him and of cause she seemed like the type of always talk back so he just mused along with the conversation knowing she would reply back or rather bark like a dog.
She stopped for a moment and Oscar turned back and saw the girl clench the fabled bag, he tried to get a good view but there was no use. Hes gaze into the maiden holding her precious possession, however, Oscar felt a bump and the three had found themselves stuck in the traffic of the shopping and were now not only with one group of people but against another. Oscar's chair kept getting bumped into and it wasn't too long before he started to get angry and was almost about to lash out. He was about to say something when Oscar lost balance, one to many bumps and he had spilled over onto the fall, his wheelchair falling out behind him and he could only assume the Noel would also be face down on the floor from her being right behind him.
“Ah dammit!” He wanted to say a lot more then that but the commotion of the crowed muffled up any swears or cusses he might have said. An opening formed as people looked at Oscar from afar, no one was here to help him get back up besides Jayce and Noel and they really didn't have to help. He pushed himself off his stomach and onto his back, the benefit of having the inability to use his legs meant his upper body strength was something to be desire, he sat up right and asked if someone could push his chair over. “Chair, please.”
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I want you now I want you now I feel my heart implode and I'm breaking out escaping now feeling my faith erode
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Unblievable the two men before her calling her out, centering her out, probably because she was a prime target for their needs to be better. The little bitty fools, she gave a large huff holding any tongue retortions last thing she needed was somebody walk by with a camera and ruin her whole company before her youth was even past the Quartet age. Ooh! This fellow with white hair and ciy eyes seriously getting under her skin!
"A what now? Wethered and alone?" She retorted still attempting to hold her place and stance, body growing rigid fear rushing into her thinking of the childhood she had. Everybody playing all fancy and high-mighty like they were the perfect gems society. They cared not to be a single diamond on a necklace, as long as they Were Large. And Clear. Nicely Cut. Caught all the attention, "The presence of tiny itty bitty diamonds are nothing but useless items for one to pretend they are better. If I am but to live alone, then be it. Rather be alone and the best, than surrounded by useless gems on a necklace." She didn't mean it, but she was just fed up, and anything to get away was the best...
Too bad for her all that fussing and practically forgetting.. again the man in the chair was there getting bumped around, he tumbled to the ground, landing with an off causing the poeple around to gasp and stare. Her heart practically stopped body wishing to tear up, but her maturity kept the frustration in check. The man spoke out asking for the chair, she just stood there staring caught between the guilt of what just happened.. The shock. Most importantly the desire to get far from this crowd and protect her product from prying blue eyes. Using that very moment of distraction.. and the crowds surrounding them losing the focus to walk and group together... She slipped away without even an apology or good bye, clutching her purse close to her body arms crossed. The man... it was his fault.. He wasn't such a jerk... This wouldn't have happened, he can clean it up... Besides the product, was worth more than their lives together, it had to be delivered. Any eyes, all will kill to have it a piece of it. As she managed to slip from the crowd, large open space thanks to the sheep curiusity. She whispered a small apology followed be a tear of guilt, before taking off down the path.
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