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.
[attr="class","face2lyric1"]— 001. lonely in gorgeous
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a crimson,french beret donned the head of a female. her hair, green and voluptuous, sheen and smooth as silk. charcoal colored, short overalls were seen worn upon her body. underneath the overall was a top, long-sleeve knitted sweater; whereas, too, did she wear a pair of crimson thermal thigh-high socks. a light blue denim jacket was placed over her top, arms yet to venture through the jackets sleeves and were merely worn atop of her shoulders. for her footwear did she, too, wear a pair of brown heeled ankle boots. one could see that she possessed a backpack over her right arm, and in her left hand a cup of coffee; though, what stood out the most upon her entire attire, was the fact she possessed a dual, six-flower petaled hair-pin being worn upon not just one side but the other as well, casually placed within her hair as they strands back to reveal the female's ears.[break][break]
those signature hair-pins were known to belong to but one person: jabami, hitomi, who was on her way to an open mic cafe. she normally used the talent of others to inspire her fashion sketches for class. the music, the singing, it was all she needed--as a former songstress herself--to inspire her choice of style for class. the idea she's going for this go round, or rather her chosen theme, was called: black rose. she wondered just what sort of talent she would meet here this evening. [break][break] entering the cafe and settling herself down--front row seat--she began to take out her sketchbook. the talent upon stage was alright, but nothing excited her heart at this moment. pen in hand, her coffee on the table. she tap to the rhythm of each musician and spoken poet that performed--nothing, nada--zilch! none of them inspired her, none of them had the look of a rose nor the color black. she needed something heavy, not soft! this just wasn't her style at all. was there anyone here capable of bringing the house down? even if it meant literally bringing the house down!
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tl;dr: we in a cafe boo. a place for poets and musicians to gather. she's here to get inspired, sketch up some nice drawings for class. the theme for her sketches this time are called: black rose.
[attr="class","stylishtext"] It was a mundane, and regular day. The weather seemed to boost the usual cool autumn breeze. An overcast above allowing the rays of the sun to peak and shine through on occasion. Leaves of orange and red decorated the cement streets. The subtle sounds of their crunching underneath various footwear mingling in with the chatter of those same persons that stepped upon them. It was a mundane, regular day. All was going as it usually did. With her day off finally beginning after classes ceased at their usual time, A certain Parisian maiden took to her abode and changed out of her school wear. Her plans for the remainder of the day was that of her usual. However, darting about to and fro in her clothes meant for the halls of academia? That wasn't just. It wasn't... Yvette. The pit stop to her apartment was a must. As well as the changing of dress. [break][break] Moments after pushing the door open and locking it from the other side, the blackette darted towards her room and wasted no time flinging the articles of clothing off of her body. Tossing them aside, for the time being, while she stared onward into her wardrobe. How was she feeling today? Intrepid? Sassy? Distinguished? So many outfits, and only one body to model them on. Well, at least for this day, that is. There was always another time to try a new arrangement of top and bottoms. [break][break] Inquisitive hums ensued before she began reaching outward into the mass of fabrics. Holding up top after top to her frame. Turning to face the mirror and get a better gauge for her like or dislike of the ensemble. The methodic grab and turn would ensue for a while. Head shaking at the less than favorable. Finally though, after much scrutiny and discernment, Yvette came to a final decision. An off-white colored long-sleeved blouse was placed onto her torso. Fabric tugged at to expose shoulders just a tad. Next, a high waist black and grey pinstriped skirt was slipped into. Blouse tucked and plucked for an added flare. Her legs were poured into garnet thigh high socks, and feet slipped into mahogany ankle boots. Thick heels of a wooden garnish. Taking a seat, the collection of black trestles she called hair was soon grabbed and tied into a ponytail that would then be flipped over her right shoulder. A ribbon of satin red keeping the waterfall of curls in place. [break][break] With a black velvet choker at her neck, she was finally content with her attire. Grabbing her black crossbody bag, Yves left her abode and caught the first metro to her destination. [break][break] The ride was a swift one, for soon, the maiden found herself strutting past the open doors to a music cafe she frequented on the mundane days such as this. Jewel-like hues fixated towards the unmanned mic before scanning those in attendance. All seemed to be of normal air and presence. Good. That means she should get the same reaction. Or, something similar to it. [break][break] On occasion, the star to be would take the stage and sing something that had been written in her little book of secrets. Today, she would once again give a performance. [break][break] Chatting with the same worker as days prior, Yvette was given the okay and took the stage shortly after. Nimble digits coiled against the microphone. Her sterling silver ring and the black jewel that resided within refracted the spotlight that shined down on her. Earrings sparkling in unison. [break][break] Head craned over to the worker, two nods were passed, and a track was queued. Seconds later, Yvette would begin her performance. [break][break]
[break] A watered down performance, perhaps. But it still carried her passion for the art of song. This wasn't her desired stage of choice. But, she had to garner a fan base. And by stomping her feet in unison with her voice and the rhythm of the song. From pointing outward to the onlookers and shooting her fingers skyward. She came to prove that Rose, indeed, shouts so loud. With the song done, she gave the crowd a flip of her black hair and a grin. The energy of performing... it was grandiose... it was amazing.
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the next act was one of mystery. a talent of wonder--one that uttered a soft sensation of hardcore rock through her facial with a style, her look, that screamed "watch me," and that was what she was going to do--she was going to watch her! "hitomi powering up..." she murmured her catchphrase, "i've just been totally inspired!" as the music cued, she listened intently. go, mystery girl, let me hear your rock![break][break]
as her performance ended, hitomi rose from her chair. excitement plastered upon her face as she would shout with intense passion, "yahoo, undead girls are alive tonight!!" noticing her accidental outburst, she would cover her mouth quickly as many who were once clapping for the mystery girl onstage began to laugh and murmur about the odd greenette. "s-sorry," she whispered to the table nearby. but as the girl finished, she would run onstage before she could even get the chance to go off of it; though, before going fully onstage, she'd steal a glass of ice water from the platter of a garçon. then, right after, made haste to the stage.[break][break]
"hey, hey!" she exclaimed aloud upon coming up, "you were amazing!" the greenette spouted. extending the stolen ice water toward the ravenette. "i haven't seen someone's passion shine like that since coming to france!" lifting her freehand, which was her right, she'd hold up and a peace sign with grin of a lifetime, "powering up, i'm your girl hitomi jabami--nice too meet you, mystery girl!" whether she accepted her water or not was of neither here nor there, but she wanted to know more about this girl.[break][break]
"hey, hey, tell me your name, hey!" the palm of her right hand found its way covering a light blush out of sheer embarrassment. the girl was just so cute--like a porcelain doll, and she just had to dress her up. "it's almost been year yet since i've graduated and i just miss the music, the costumes and the all-girls fun! are you a solo singer, do you have a band yourself?!" questions on top of questions. she was just too ecstatic to have met such a musician in a place that was suppose to be the capital of love--gasp, perhaps this was her love at first sight and she had yet to realize this? was this what they meant by the phrase: "falling in love under the new moon," it wasn't romantic, but she'll take it!
[break][break] tl;dr: she's happy to have met a musician such as YVETTE YAMAMOTO in new paris. this is exciting for her and she stole a glass of ice water from a server's platter to bring it up for YVETTE YAMAMOTO . five finger discount, and now she's gushing out how she's just in love with style and form of music. she's a very ecstatic girl.
[attr="class","stylishtext"] A sliver of black hair would be tucked behind her ear as the crowd gave her the applause she desired. It was as if she was absorbing their very ess—what the hell? Eyes immediately flickered to an overactive green-haired figure within the applause. Her striking choice of hair dye set her apart from the majority within the cafe. How could Yves have missed her? Clearly, she had been too focused on her performance. Imagining the cafe a sold-out arena. Lights flashing, the roar of the crowd. Those who became devoted to her sound, to her skill. Sigh... how she missed that world of fiction. But alas, she was back in reality now. And she hadn't made it there... yet. But if she kept this up, maybe it was a possibilit—oh what now?? "Oh," oh, the green-haired girl came onto the stage. This was... a first. And she had a glass of water in her hand too. One that had seemingly, been pilfered by a patron, after looking at his facial expression. The act of kindness evoked a giggle from the black haired songbird. "Thank you. For both the compliment and the water." Fingers coiled about the cold glass, bringing it up to her lips and taking a refreshing sip. [break][break] Listening onward, the compliments seem to roll forth like a waterfall from the girl's maw. An excitable one, this girl. However, it did strike a match and light Yvette's pride a blazing glory. Embers wildly flickering within. And a smile curling at her features. She could feel her passion. That's what she wanted. To evoke the same sense of amazement in the masses. All it took was one measly domino to start a chain effect of great effect. Maybe this girl was that one domino? She seemed to already have been swayed by the melodious charm of Yvette's voice. She didn't think of herself to be a siren of any kind, but this instance made her think twice. "Pow... powering up..?" Uh, okay? some sort of catchphrase? Maybe it was the new thing to say? Yves would easily opt out of it. It sounded rather, juvenile. And airheaded. Very much so, in fact. But looking past that, the girl, Hitomi Jabami; was at least raised correctly. Introducing herself first before asking of another's name. A good sign. [break][break] "Yvette Yamamoto," a Japanese native? "Pleasure to meet you, Hitomi." Jabami-san would have come off a tad bit stale. Especially here in France. After another sip of the refreshing coolant, eyes of scrutiny began to pick up on Hitomi's facial features and the colors that painted the tapestry of emotion against them. A blush, the girlish giggle of excitement. It was as if she was in the presence of a... "celebrity." Eyes widened for a moment. Was this a taste of what her life would be if she struck it big? Having fans come up to her and bathe her in a job well done? Yvette let out her own soft giggle at the thought. Mentally drawing her mansion and butlers. Two pools and canopy bed. "Fufu~ you're like a chihuahua." Bouncy and... yappy. "Oh? You used to be in a band or something?" Choir? No, not with that hair color. She would stick out like a sore thumb. Or... maybe that would have been the point? [break][break] Anyway. "Mm, solo on occasion. I do have a band in the making, actually." A hand gesture would motion for Hitomi to follow her off stage. Leading the greenette to an empty table, Yvette would take a seat and offer the other outward to her. Left leg crossing over right, she continued. "Rosealia. I haven't worked out all of the specifics yet. But," index finger rose, "I've put my mind to it. And that ensures it'll be done." A nod followed. Waiter coming over towards the gals with pad and pencil in hand. "I'll have a tea please, two sugars." Head craned over to Hitomi, "And for you?" [break][break] Public relations. she had to act the part if she wanted to take this seriously. Posh and pristine were factors that laid within her. Just... not this much. Easy to pull them to the surface, though. "I like your outfit." Eyes gave a survey to the ensemble. "You have a good eye for style. Do you work at one of the boutiques around here?" She couldn't recall seeing this girl before. And being a frequent flyer to just about all the boutiques... if there was an exclusive establishment that she didn't know of... [break][break] she would know of it by the end of this conversation. Fingers steeped together. Laced and readied for Yves's chin to set atop of them while she looked onward at the green haired stranger. "How long have you been in Paris? If you don't mind me asking, Hitomi~"
[attr="class","face2lyric1"]— 001. lonely in gorgeous
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ah! she was complimented--a chihuahua? she'd never been compared to such an animal before--this was a newfound amusement. to be called something so cute; this was practically the making of a new memory. following her off stage, she'd continue to talk all the while. "y-yes! undead girls is what we were called." coming to collect themselves at a table, hitomi would--on the way--grab her belongings. "roselia?" wow, beautiful yet hardcore. the name made her think of a thorn rose held in the hand of cinderella--how sickeningly elegant! she was even more astounded.[break][break]
"o-oh! i'll have the following:a croissant, a fresh crepe with strawberry and jam--on the side--, a nice, powdery donut--do me a favor and add in some of those chocolate-y ones and those filled creamed donuts too; while you're at it, a nice filled croissant--honestly? just surprise me with the filling, and...oh! one of those cute little umbrella drinks you guys serve here with a smoothie--my flavor? again, surprise me! and if you would as to be so kind as to add in a fruit salad while you're at it, a girl's gotta watch her figure--thanks!" with such a large order made, she'd return to her conversation as if she didn't order a platter for five people. suddenly, she was caught off guard by a sudden compliment.[break][break]
"w-wah! no way, this is just something casual i just randomly put together in a short amount of time!" the greenette frantically waved the girl off, her other hand resting upon rosy cheeks. "ah?" she'd come to a halt for a second, taking in the female's question right after. "i've only been here for a year! i actually attend the college nearby this cafe and attend as a fashion student; originally i'm from tokyo, japan!" tampering with her six-flowered hair-pin nonchalantly upon the right side of her head, she'd add on, "i actually came here today because of the halloween festival i've heard so much about is underway." hitomi stated, "out of curious, what about you, yvette? are you in school or anything--i mean, with your talent there's no need for that right, right? with a japanese last name and an english one as your first. there's no way you're not from here; though, if you are a native, by chance do you know anything about the way halloween is celebrated at this festival people are chattering about at school?" hitomi would inquiry.
[attr="class","stylishtext"] Undead girls? What an... interesting name for a band. To be undead... didn't that just mean to be alive? Or, maybe it was some sort of inside joke among Hitomi and her friends? Whatever the case may have been, it was certainly a name that would cause someone to sit and wonder. What type of music did they make, she wondered. With a name like that, some form of rock seemed to be the obvious answer. But who knows, they could have very well excelled in the pop scene. Being versatile made a band marketable, after all. Folding the menu and beginning to hand it off to the waiter, Yvette stopped in her tracks as the girl across from her began her extensive... precise order. All the black haired songstress could do, was stare onward blankly. Jaw dropped, mouth agape. She was going to eat the entire cafe out of house and home! What the hell was the fruit salad going to do?? [break][break] "Hungry?" She finally vocalized. Giving the male the menu and watching as he walked away with a stupified look plastered onto his visage. Did Yvette blame him? Not at all. If she were the poor soul that had to deal with such a laborious task of bringing Hitomi her meal, she may have quit on the spot. No two weeks needed. Toss her apron, and walk out with grace. Or well, maybe grace. Yves was known for voicing her displeasure. "And... all of that... is for you?" Index finger pointed back to the green-haired maiden. How she managed to keep a womanly figure after scarfing down that copious amount of sugar and starch would be a mystery. Her metabolism had to be in the form of some kind of monster. Putting even that of tapeworms to shame. [break][break] Regardless, the topic of fashion was much more interesting than the girl's eating habits. That, and finding out how long this girl had been here and the location to any secret boutiques~! "Only a year?" Hm... "well, you sure picked up on the fashion here in minimal time. I still see a few foreigners wearing outdated clothes around the mall and metro area." Oh, wait, she attended college here? "Saint Elbandia? Hm, that's funny, I go there as well." Head tilted, eyes squint. "I don't think I've seen you around the campus. Do you live in the dorms there?" Not like that would help any. Yvette didn't stray around there too often. Only to study with classmates and maybe enjoy a little girl talk here and there. "Fashion student from Tokyo. You'll do fine." A nod followed her assumption. "I'm a business and communications major. Thinking of starting my own business." Dainty fingers turned and placed against her own chest, "of course if I can get into the music industry... I'll just end up being a mogul. Take the world by storm in a matter of months. I mean, I'm more than qualified to do both." A scoff and sweet giggle ensued shortly after. [break][break] "Anyway," she fanned off the thought. But still, she held it close to the black hole she called a heart, "the Halloween festival? I've been to it maybe once or twice." Legs shifted. Right leg now crossing over left while she hummed in thought. "I figure it's more so for the children. I mean, there are adult activities there too. But the kids seem to enjoy it a lot more than the older people do." Though... "Oh, were you interested in the costume contests?" A brow perked. "That's what I go to see. The boutique I work in usually sponsors a contestant or two." With a nod, the waiter would return... with a gang. Carrying plates in tow. "Looks like your feast's here." [break][break] Taking her tea from the waiter and watching as the other plates were set in front of Hitomi, Yvette twirled her spoon about the light brown liquid before raising the teacup upward and sipping from it. "Actually, I think this is about the time they start the preliminaries. A catwalk session this year, I believe." Eyes closed, teacup rested on glossed lips. "Not too far from here, either." [break][break] And sip. Ahhh, delicious~
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It was a mundane, and regular day. The weather seemed to boost the usual cool autumn breeze. An overcast above allowing the rays of the sun to peak and shine through on occasion. Leaves of orange and red decorated the cement streets. The subtle sounds of their crunching underneath various footwear mingling in with the chatter of those same persons that stepped upon them. It was a mundane, regular day. All was going as it usually did. With her day off finally beginning after classes ceased at their usual time, A certain Parisian maiden took to her abode and changed out of her school wear. Her plans for the remainder of the day was that of her usual. However, darting about to and fro in her clothes meant for the halls of academia? That wasn't just. It wasn't... Yvette. The pit stop to her apartment was a must. As well as the changing of dress.
