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.
"Hm?" Marius froze in his tracks, his eyes widening in shock as he felt a cold shiver roll down the entire length of his spine. And no, it wasn't just the cold city night air. There was something else here. Marius furrowed his eyebrows, narrowing his eyes slightly as he raised his chin. He looked down the street he paced upon, though not a single soul there was to be seen. He glanced over his shoulder, then. Alas, it proved to be in vain, for other than the red-haired vessel himself, there looked to be no one else on the street he was on. He gritted his teeth. As damning as the evidence was, Marius knew that he definitely wasn't alone here. He had felt this sensation before, and none of the past occurrences were pleasant memories. Someone was here-- No, something was here.
Defensively, he pulled his hands out of the pockets of his signature leather jacket, its black fur collar swaying ever so slightly in the wind. The last time he had felt this, some weird blackish humanoid monster had attacked him with claws and fangs, intent in diminishing the flame of his life. Was this another attack? He was more than aware of the circumstances that surrounded New Paris, how it was the front line for the battle between the secretive agents of Chaos, and the silent guardians that fought against it. The spirit that was inside of him, the jinn Ifrit, had been defeated by said agents, and suffice to say, his thirst for vengeance was beginning to course through the vessel.
He could feel it, almost immediately following the chill. A surge of warmth that flowed through his veins, one that only grew stronger and stronger in intensity. He felt as if he was on fire.
"Come on," Marius growled. If he was under attack once more by Chaos, then he would rather have them come at him head-on. He never wanted to be part of this struggle, and desired as little involvement as possible. Alas, it wasn't as if these monsters knew the meaning of neutrality, especially when Marius had the power to put up a fight against them. "Come on... Show yourself."
Black sky beautifully filled the cold scene high above, the remnants of Old Paris lit expertly underneath the street lights in this district known as Louvre, an area not blessed with the dashing, new touch that the rest of Paris had been gifted. It had its charm for certain. It was not the nicest of areas, nor did it harbor an exceptionally classy kind of "old" feel to it...however, it felt honest. It felt true. If felt like the history of real people lingered along the pavements, inside the walls and throughout the buildings; and right now it felt like it were hiding a dark, malicious force that insisted upon the demise of a mysterious magician.[break][break]
Cassian did not commit any crimes during this passing day yet if he were to - for whatever reason - be questioned by authorities regarding the explanation of his current location, it would have not been the most convincing reason, even though it were true. The blue-haired vessel enjoyed taking long walks; enjoying the exploration of a stroll while he contemplated thoughts, magic and other such things. However, the fact that he had no good reason to be the target of any ordinary being did not hold in his favor this time - after all the threat felt...inhuman. And for all the suggestion that a pale, painted man of phlegmatic disposition may have been the true scary sight to randomly bump into through the night, it were the said mage himself who felt evil eyes upon his form.[break][break]
It was a feeling; a feeling that could be wrong. Although, even the darker, venomous side of his existence - his vessel spirit - tingled with the expectancy of violent delight. Could it be, oh, could it be Chaos? Here to extend its figurative hand, wrap its envious digits around its adversary and squeeze until life was no longer sensed? [break][break]
Unknown to him as he strolled calmly down in the direction of the dark street's end, right around the corner on the next road was another man facing a similar feeling; although their predicaments and positions were still hidden knowledge to one another, blocked by a corner and a line of buildings. Hands behind his lower back as he walked, Cassian's golden hues glanced around, not so much as a quiver in his body. Slowly, his hands came out bearing a deck of cards as he started to shuffle them confidently and gracefully in his painted hands, a stark white set of clothes that resembled a combination of a magician and a jester, star painted on one cheek and tear drops upon the other. [break][break]
Neutral expression plastered across his face, the magician neither smiled nor frowned, aloof gaze looking both wary but tranquil. [break][break]
[break][break] "Vessels..." A voice spoke. Thinking out loud, to themselves. "I've yet to find the meaning behind your creation. How these souls have managed to preserve themselves for such a long period of time, is astounding." A wicked grin curled at the figures lips. "Surely you don't believe you still have the power to fight off our lord and savior in these fraile hosts?" Their hand would twirl about the air, a flume of purple smoke following thier index finger. "Or maybe you do..? Hehehe, let's see how strong these vessels truly are then?" [break][break] The smoke of purple would whisp through the air and hunt down the two sources of magical energy. Upon finding them, the smoke would dive downward into the ground below. Causing the earth to rumble for a moment and suddenly cease. Slowly afterward, the dirt would begin to twist, sprouting grass where it was once only mud and sand. And then, from the newfound grass, creatures of thorn and thistle would rise. Turning their heads in search for the Vessels. An army of plant youma would rise and begin moving about. Heading towards the magical sources. Ready to devour. [break][break]
[ OOC INFORMATION ] [break][break] • Sorry for the wait![break] • Thistilings, if cut, multiply.[break] • If 10 thistles aren't slain within 48 hours of this post, more shall sprout from the ground[break] • You are allowed to destroy a maximum of 5 thistles per post.[break] • Have Fun!!
[break][break] From the ground, the dirt would give way to another round of thistlings. One by one, they would rise from the soil and sprout their warms of thorns. Moving onward towards their comrades! [break][break]
[ OOC INFORMATION ] [break][break] • Thistilings, if cut, multiply.[break] • +10 Thistlings have appeared![break] • You are allowed to destroy a maximum of 5 thistles per post.[break] • Have Fun!!
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