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.
jet black combat boots crafted heavy steps. there were the sound of many heading toward what looked to have been an alley. several goons lined up. a gun pointed directly toward a single individual, who resided upon the ground, bled from the side of his head. "people like you are what tick me off the most, detective. you're not that good at your job to have been found out by me and my boys..." he'd turn to his goons who wore plastered grins on their face. "my old man entrusts me to deal with the likes of people like you--trash, unwanted pest." handing the firearm to one of his brethren, he'd fix the detective's tie. "i could kill you, but...then that'd make your wife sad, wouldn't it? let's not forget you have two growing boys." the blunette, leader of the goons, wore a pretend frown as though he, too, would be sad of the man's death. "for you to leave them so soon detective, well, that's the most cruelest thing a father can do."
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a hard smack to the bruised male's face was given to him by sauvage. he stood to prep for his leave, "you see...you can tell us as much as you want, but we have people tailing you just the same. we can play cat and mouse all you want inspector...but at least have some skills like sherlock holmes would ya? it seriously shouldn't have been this easy to snag you." rubbing the back of his head. sauvage became rather bored with speaking with inspector for a yawn escaped his maw, telling the men that they could take him away with all but a simple snap of the finger.
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"and while you guys deal with him, i'll be on my own for the evening. got some stuff i need to do around here--like go play video games or pickup a french whore!" laughter ensued as sauvage wandered off, waving his men as he left their side. now, alone, he took to the streets of new paris. the evenings were the only time he was capable of being alone to gather his thoughts, pondering on what his next move were to be--and the duty of acting upon chaos' will. it was sometime since the obtaining of his power from the woman who bestowed unto him said abilities, and he was going to use them to the fullest; though, for now, he wanted to at least take a break from all the hard work he's been doing over the week.
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to celebrate the night of going solo and another successful assignment given to him by his father. sauvage chose to take to the arcade. though he was an adult man, he enjoyed going to the royal crown every now and then. he deserved a bit of rest and relaxation, for once night fell that was the signal to begin his second occupation during the midnight hour. as he neared the royal crown an unknown individual would capture his attention.
[attr="class","diamond-text"] ”WEAK.” He shouted. [break] [break] Loud and obnoxious, a group of degenerates stepped out the Royal Crown to soak up the night breeze, grievances aired while one particular man lagged behind, donned a shit eating grin. Hands fiddled with his long blue hair, knotting it in a ponytail before whipping out some Euro. ”Like I said, you guys would get your ass kicked and I’d have your lunch money.” a throaty cackle rattled in his throat as he stopped to fan himself with the hard earned money. [break] [break] The group groaned, eyes rolling in an attempt to downplay the man’s dominance. ”All of you are l-o-s-e-r-s.” Another guffaw and the spelling B champion began counting his hard earned money swindled out of the people frowning. What they don’t know won’t hurt them. But for him, it was simply another evening of scrapping up a little cash anyway necessary. Not that Enzo needed it; however, the reaction of pitiful failures was priceless. [break] [break] He wished he had his camera for this particular moment. Cement their foolish defeat in a photo and attach it his wall next to all the ugly fuckers. ”No, no.” a hand rose, subduing huffy retorts. ”Not another rematch for today – move along like we discussed. Come back the same time next week.” They herded on, grumbling words Mother's didn’t condone. Enzo stepped on the curved and waved, taunting. [break] [break] ”Ta-ta – huh.” hair stood on the back of his neck. Someone was watching him, eyes dead on the back of the head. Handsome described Enzo fairly well, but people don’t have to stare. It's rude. Turning, bloody eyes landed on another blue headed man, garnering a stank expression. ”Sup,” he started casually, sizing the newcomer up. ”Do you…need something. I got pictures of myself if you want, my man.” [break] [break] And while he waited for a reply or a look of comprehension, Enzo counted his monies. ”Soo…Wassup.” [break] [break] [break]
[attr="class","diamond-notes"]wasssup bitch. want a picture?
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My skin is soft like velvet but my nails are razor sharp My scent is sweet like honey but I am diamond hard My ways they cut through plastic, rust free my golden heart
[attr="class","vpostbg"]It was fairly late and instead of heading straight home, Émilie was headed to the Royal Crown. It was a place she visited frequently since Roselia was now indebted to the own thanks to Yvette's less than amazing negotiation skills. It was also a place she liked to go for a nice snack when she didn't feel like cooking. The Fruits Parlor offered some nice pastries plus it had a good internet connection she could hook up her tablet or laptop with so she could study while eating pastries or a parfait. Sweet treats with long, trite study sessions made things a little easier to absorb.
At least, she pretended the sugar rush helped.
Like usual, the first floor of the Royal Crown was loud and overcrowded. There were different people grouping around different machines. Even more people flocked to the arcade late in the day and that was fine by Émilie. She wasn't planning on staying in this area. The purple haired girl liked places like the second floor best and on occasion went up to the third floor. Thanks to Yvette, she would end up on the highest level more often but that was another story for another time. Still, being here reminded her of her friend and so she shout the other girl a text as she tried to maneuver though the crowd.
It was a little funny that she had warned her friend about doing something like trying to walk around while on the phone. While Émilie wasn't going to walk into an incoming car, being distracted caused her to run face first into the back of some man. The tiny girl bounced off him like a rubber ball and caused her to stumble back a bit and fall to the ground. Immediately, she felt her cheeks blush in embarrassment at what she done as she picked herself off the dirty floor and dust off her skirt.
When she looked up at the strange man she had run into, she felt a bit more concerned. “Excuse me, very tall and ominous looking man,” she apologized. Was that an apology or an insult? She didn't mean it as an insult but an apology but his threatening stares made her feel out of place. “I... uh...” she stumbled. What was she supposed to say to a person like this? Honesty was always the best policy, right? ”I was very distracted and not on the look out for people I should obvious avoid.” That was completely honest that it probably bordered on offensive.
Her eyes shifted at the other man who seemed to smirking in this manner that made her feel uneasy. Luckily, he attention was on the large man but this whole situation felt a bit bad. There was some type of odd tension in the air and it might have just been the natural state of a place like this. This was why she didn't belong on this level of the Royal Crown! ”Uh, you two look... occupied with one another. So I apologize once again and will be on me way...”
for the moment he had a blank expression staring at the pony-tailed man (ENZO PATEL ). examining the individual's exterior and frontal posture--mostly, his facial expression. he reminded him of someone, a certain guy. he couldn't put his finger on it, but he could have sworn this man was near one of his goons--just who, though? this was irritating.
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he was brought out of his trance when the sudden collision of an unknown girl brought the male back into reality. looking over his shoulder as he would notice, ready to deck the individual that bumped him, it was a female. a toothy grin and furrowed brows, sauvage turned his head slowly to see just exactly who was the individual that had the audacity, "so you're lookin' to die, aye?" he stated, hands twitching with an itch to choke the individual by the throat. "ah..." the girl before him looked pretty frail and weak. he lost interest, and after she had spoken sauvage would comment, "watch where you're g---....ooh..." suddenly an idea came to mind. turning his head toward the male across the street and back toward the woman, he'd say, "hey! hey! hey!" picking the little lady up by her bicep (@selen). a wide grin was plastered upon his face as his gaze shot right back over toward the male, "since you're here, little lady, let's have some fun--aye," he called toward the other male across (ENZO PATEL ), "you look like a man who's into competition. let me get a whiff of what you're workin' with in royal crown, come get your ass handed in cage fighter--or are you a kentek kinda guy?" a cocky grin etched unto sauvage's lower face.
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"or would you prefer we do some karaoke, little lady (Émilie Cadence )?" he asked the light hair colored girl. "come on, my treat. i have enough money that can last us the whole night; you don't want a guy like me to be lonely all night, right? that'd be too cruel, i don't have many friends y'know!" he wasn't lying for he had a good reason. i mean, if you were in the same occupation as he could you really have friends around you? "it's rare i get out or even have a normal life--i'm a super busy guy and all, gahaha! so let's make it a memorable night, what do you say?" he jabbed. releasing the little lady by her arm, he'd be sure to give the girl a friendly smile.
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"plus, you, my friend, have a real familiar face. and i wanna figure out why...that...is," sauvage teasingly stated with. tapping the point of his chin with each pause, then, right after, directing the exact same finger he used to point directly toward the male. tonight was goin' to be a memorable one for sure.
[attr="class","diamond-text"] Nothing. No reaction, not even a slither of effort applied to interacting. Beady eyes simply bore pass the exterior and drilled towards Enzo’s soul, exposing him like pages of a book. Attention flickered from the cash in hand to the newcomer poised to intimidate anyone in the vicinity with his stoic, unnerving demeanor. Weight shifted, right leg to left, peachy lips twitched, pulling apart. ”You a perv –“ immediately his trap clamped due to a fresh interruption, which perhaps deserved thanks before Enzo insulted the stiff. [break] [break] At least this new face happened to be softer on the eyes, despite her failed use eyes. An innocent collision knocked her to the ground, Enzo snorted, forcing him to wonder if the man’s frame was that sturdy. Nevertheless, no matter sketchy ways, helping her to her feet only seemed right. Yet instead of giving her a hand, a baritone voice stole attention. [break] [break] ”So you not a mute.” facial features crumpled in some sort of mock surprise, a nonchalant shrug following. All it took was another pretty face of the opposite gender and boobs. When in the right possession those lady lumps are weapons of mass destruction. ”Its fine,” he added to the conversation, dismissing the girl's words. “We don’t know each other.” [break] [break] Conversation began and Enzo folded up the wad of Euro’s, stuffing it deep into black pants pockets, a grin gracing his youthful countenance. ”Man, pretentious and lonely. Heh” a tut of the tongue and scratch of the cheek, He decided in that second. ”Kentek or league of fighters – don’t matter to me, my man. Long as you prepared to lose.” Smug and competitive, a nice ambiance of that flavor brimmed the atmosphere. ”You want to do a lot don’tcha..” [break] [break] Another shrug. If the man wanted to catch a few loses, it wouldn’t faze Enzo in the slightest. Eyes shifted to the lady as Karaoke was brought up. Music and singing; the harder he stared the more her face felt familiar like he should know exactly who she was. Could she be important in some fashion? [break] [break] ”Huh? I have a nice face what more do you want?” a smile graced the vain words, hands framing his face. Quickly turning away, diverting attention, Enzo moved up ahead, pass the girl. ”So what say you, Cherie? Join our odd hair color group.” He looked over his shoulder, hands diving in his pockets. [break] [break] ”I say Kentek should be first.” He jerked his head toward the arcade. A little weird to lump together with complete stranger yet that was the intrigue as well. ”...Are we putting money on the line, here?” [break] [break] [break]
[attr="class","diamond-notes"]a lil something. Take a picture well ya
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My skin is soft like velvet but my nails are razor sharp My scent is sweet like honey but I am diamond hard My ways they cut through plastic, rust free my golden heart
[attr="class","vpostbg"]She fell when she collided with the broad male, startling herself more than hurting. Émilie sat wincing for all of a second before a large hand reached down and grabbed her by her weak bicep back to her feet. The small woman felt like one of those toys being carelessly picked up in a crane game. “Ouch,” she moaned to herself before she was face to face with the imposing figure. While Émilie had apologized, it wasn't in the most polite fashion. Either her unintentional rudeness from bumping into him or terrible apology kept the man a little more interested in her as he kept holding her.
The strange man didn't demand a better apology or even introduce himself. His reaction to capturing the frail woman was to suggest they have fun. The purple haired girl looked at him confused. Why did he want to have fun with her? Before she could even ask, he was talking with the other man she had assumed was his friend. The two were talking about weird things, looking to fight each other in what she assumed was games around the arcade. When Émilie questioned it, the other blue haired man explained they didn't know each other at all. “You two aren't acquaintances? How odd. I still feel like I'm intruding.” The way the two talked seemed like competitors but something more how friends would face each other rather than strangers.
Then again, perhaps she didn't know gamer types well. The arcade was really somewhere she didn't spend time. Arcade etiquette wasn't something she knew. It seemed the man she bumped into noticed her confused looks since he suggested going upstairs to try karaoke. The purple haired girl smiled nervously. “Karaoke? Uh... I can't sing that well,” she explained. Émilie really couldn't sing well; that was Yvette's thing. “I have a friend but well...” she explained only for her voice to trail off. Would calling Yvette in a situation like this be smart? Her purple eyes shifted down towards her phone. Her dear friend was way more outgoing and energetic. Yvette was someone who likely could make friends with everyone she met.
This man and his blue haired opposite didn't seem like people that Yvette associated with. Becoming friends with these two men on Yvette's behalf wouldn't work either since the dark haired girl wanted female band members. One of them had long hair but he was very masculine; the one she ran into was one thousand percent manly.
Before she could dissect any advantages, he explained how he would happily treat her since he had the money and he was lonely since he didn't have friends. The money part had no interest since she really didn't care about monetary things. Staying up all night wasn't an option either since she had classes in the morning but she did feel bad if he really was alone and had no friends. Biting her bottom lip, she looked him over. “Is that so? That sounds less than ideal,” she sympathized. While she did exude this dangerous nature, he couldn't be too dangerous if he was willing to admit he was lonely and needed friends. He wanted to get and do something normal and she could understand that desire. Looking at her phone again, she decided not to text Yvette. If he really just wanted company to have a normal night, he might not mind her terrible singing too much.
Though the dangerous man was still interested in the other blue haired guy. On top of that, he kept claiming the man looked familiar even if they were strangers according to the long haired guy's remarks. He commented how he had a nice face and Émilie stared him over for a second. “He does have a very geometrically pleasing facial structure,” she agreed. Did that mean the scary blue haired guy thought he knew the long haired blue haired guy because he knew attractive guys? Émilie started to feel like she was intruding again when the other guy asked if she planned to join them.
”I suppose?” she agreed. They wanted to play something called Kentek but who knew what that meant. “I... rarely ever come to this part. I've never been very good at games. I don't even know what a Ken and a Tek is...” She didn't mind her clueless expression since it was exactly how she felt. Though when the man suggested they should put money, she couldn't help but feel more confused and out of place. Was it really a good idea to hang around these two guys?
"hey, hey, hey!" an arm found its way around Émilie Cadence, "don't worry, i'm not that good at singing--unless it's something heavy with a lot of rock to it--but we all eventually learn, right?!" removing his arm, he'd walk in front of the duo. during his walk into the entrance of royal crown, the blunet would state, "you're a cocky fucker, aren't you? maybe that's why you're so familiar." maybe he was a guy he threatened once or something but let go freely. there's a lot of people who give others lip in this goddamn city--though it's not as if he doesn't enjoy it! it made conversation all the more entertaining.
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"seriously, girl you're the best--and you too guy, where would i bet without you both? this must be fate! running into strangers is the best," he exclaimed with a hearty laughter. though he'd forgotten, coming to a stop, he'd extend his right hand to ENZO PATEL and his left to Émilie Cadence, "the name's sauvage, let's get along nice!" whether they shook his hand or not wasn't of his concern. he just wanted to make the atmosphere more trusting between these two--though, due to telling them he had no friends the sympathy was probably enough, at least in the purple haired girl's case.
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"ah man, what to do first? there's so much that goes on in royal crown. i know i said we should play games, but honestly? i kinda wanna grab a bite to eat--like pizza! fuckin' a i could go for some pizza," exclaimed sauvage. during the time they were to be in royal crown, he'd, also, begin his search for his next victim. just which one of these individuals possessed a star seed that shone brighter than any other. it was all for chaos that he did this. he needed a couple of guinea pigs to divert him from suspicion, and these two were definitely the better candidates.
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"come on, come on. let's go find a place to sit and we can have drinks plus food on the house! i know the guy near the food area, he actually owes me a lot of favors after what i did for him." favors being that the guy owed him a bit of money, and working here was the best way he could begin to pay sauvage back. "so you two, what do you wanna do first?" he jovially asked the pairing.
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