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 moon hung high against the dark canvas of the night, the stars drowned out by the city lights of New Paris. Clouds rolled across like brushes of a intricate artist, blending in with the black shades of space. The Louvre, once known to be one of the more prestigious parts of Paris, had fallen into decline over the years. Considered widely as the slums of New Paris, this was where the scum and the poor lived. This was where he lived. It was a late Friday night, and Marius had just finished another one of his cage fights. Another victory, as expected, and that meant enough money for food and rent for the month. A good winning, if he had anything to say about it. Clad in his signature black jacket with the distinct black fur collar, the Frenchman walked ever so calmly through the streets of the Louvre. He knew the dangers of doing so at this hour, of course, and even more so since he was completely aware of what truly lurked in the shadows of the city, but he was more than confident that he'd be able to handle anything the city or Chaos had to throw at him. Fool-hardy, but it was that confidence that had helped him survive these many years in the Louvre. That, and his natural talent for combat.
His plain white shirt waved ever so slightly with every step he took, low-cut boots making soft taps against the asphalt sidewalk. Slung over his shoulder was a small duffel bag, containing his fighting gear, his towel, bandages and of course, his earnings. Red hair was slicked back as ever, save for two rebellious strands that hung over his face like a pair of feelers. Sharp golden eyes peered calmly forward, idle yet cautious in their gaze. It was to be another peaceful walk back home, or so he hoped.
Alas, fate had something else in store for him, then.
The scream of a woman alerted him of life in an alley as he reached its entrance, causing him to halt in his tracks. Widened eyes snapped into the shadows, and through the dim light of the moon, he spotted a rather physical tussle between two figures. One was flat on the ground, held down by a larger figure. It didn't take Marius long to realize that the pinned individual was a female, and the other a burly large male. And it definitely took Marius shorter to understand the situation here. Gritting his teeth in frustration, the man kicked into action, diving forward and dropping his duffel bag along the way.
A short tussle and a few well-timed punches later, Marius would succeed in driving the failure of a criminal away, breathing heavily in exhaustion at the end of it. He had just finished a rather tough brawl in the cage too. He wasn't expecting to have to swing his fists again so soon. "Are you alright?" he asked, as his eyes turned towards the scared girl, who had crumpled herself against the wall. As Marius took a step towards her, though, she screamed in retaliation once more. "No, go away!"
"No, I'm not--" Marius attempted to console her, only to stop as he spotted a shadow at the corner of his peripherals. Someone else was here.
[attr="class","hal1txt"] Claudia didn't make a habit of venturing into the Lourve at the dead of night. However, promises were meant to be kept and she didn't want her word to be taken lightly. After dropping off a few bags of groceries at an apartment complex, she bids the family inside goodbye and takes the steps two at a time. Echidna scolds her, saying that her heels will get caught on the steps and send her plummeting to her death. A morbid thought but one that the spirit refuses to let go until Claudia's feet are safely on even ground.[break][break] Bundling up against the cold, she tucks her hands into the pockets of her overcoat and buries her reddening nose into the black fur lining her hood. Her heels click against the asphalt as she walks beneath flickering street lamps, golden eyes flitting from left to right as she tries to discern the shape of shadows that loom where light cannot hope to reach.[break][break] Her purse swings to and fro as she walks, matching the beat of her steps, soft breaths fanning warmth across her cheeks. She shivers against a particularly cold breeze, frowning as she reaches her car. [break][break] I hate the cold.[break][break] Echidna scolds her for wearing a skirt of all things and Claudia rolls her eyes. Sometimes, fashion demanded sacrifices. Her reflection in the windows shows her duplicate rolling her eyes but unwilling to concede defeat. Opening the car door, Claudia sets her purse down on the floor and moves to get it before their small fight comes to a halt. A high-pitched scream pierces the quiet murmurings of the night, Claudia's heart jumping as she moves to get out of the car, slamming the door shut and locking it as she runs.[break][break] Few people pass her by as she races to the source of the sound, her heels clicking faster as she turns corners, coming to a halt in front of an alleyway.[break][break] Her mind registers the young woman curled up by the wall, cowering with her hands shielding her face, and the man who stands over her. He whirls around and meets Claudia's eye, the officer taking a few steps forward.[break][break] "And what's going on here."[break][break] marius richard
Of course she'd be too scared to even register that the red-haired male - as intimidating as he looked - was her savior for that evening. And of course someone else had to be present to witness and unsurprisingly misunderstand the situation. Marius was still in clear disbelief at how the situation had progressed, as his eyes stared blankly at first towards Claudia. Eventually, and slowly, it traversed down onto the woman in front of him, and then back up to Claudia. He frowned, before clicking his tongue in annoyance. He would raise his right hand then, directing it towards the raven-haired vessel, fingers outstretched and palm facing her as a sign of submission. One that he rarely ever took, but one that he believed was more than appropriate for the situation.
"I know it seems hard to believe but, it's not what you think--"
"Go away!" the woman screamed once more, causing Marius to flinch. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance, as he snapped a glare down at the cowering woman he had just rescued from harsher fates than the cold night's embrace. Really? Was she really doing this right now? He straightened his posture, then, lowering his hand as he sighed, before turning back to Claudia. "Look, there was someone else here. And he was attacking her, alright? I only just managed to chase him off."
Honestly speaking, though, had Marius been in Claudia's shoes, he too would have found the claims too convenient to be true. The scene before her had played out too perfectly to be anything else, and the fact that the woman was still reacting out of fear to everything around her wasn't helping much in his case.
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