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.
School had been rather a challenge, ever since that one male had spoken to her about the arts of media, she'd been a little more 'attentive' to the lessons. Really as a proof that he was absolutely wrong, and that the lessons were definitely not educational or helpful at all. Course' this had became a struggle, as she found herself studying the politics of media, as well the various cinematography design.... She found herself loathing he was right, and really regretting not being an aggressive individual.
Wearing a rather nice expensive looking grey coat, highest of designers, she buttoned all 6 buttons along having scarf wrapped protectively around her neck. She seemed to be wearing a black fancy sparkly looking dress underneath that may or may not have been a spiced up university uniform, followed by knee high black socks that seemed to blend under the black dress lost to the eye. Her white hair was long and curly as ever, slightly messed up from only getting attention that morning, and not all day long like a beauty obsessed individual. She approached the cafe, one located near all the schools with some worker with sloppy choppy white hair and the absolute worst attitude. She rather enjoy the other workers, and hoped one of them were here right at this moment.
Stepping through the door a small ding sounded, the female waited in line, finding disgust who was behind the counter. The exact reminiscence of what Males are and why all should just fire them from their work place. Pathetically rude, inconsiderate, and believing they controlled absolute everything. "Yes, Hello." She spoke when it was her turn at the register, slipping off the glasses to show her amber eyes beneath, "I'd like a cup of caramel latte please, and please be sure to make the foam almond grind this time. I rather dislike giving poor reviews of establishments decorated nicely as this." She spoke clearly, pulling out her wallet to pay, the guy shooting her sharp glares she only counter with an eyebrow raise. Happy when the transaction was over, happy when her drink was made.... Surprisingly correctly this time, taking a seat in the center table calmly reading a book about the history of Media and its influences on wars. Taking small sips, eyes scanning the area.
He had only arrived in the city of Pairs around an hour ago, give or take a few minutes, and the white haired Russian found the city immensely annoying. Already warmer than he personally liked, and filled with people who he could barely understand talking. But, he had to admit, at least no one here knew who he was, and that meant no one here was looking to try and knife him in some random alley way. So, perhaps, not that bad after all. Either way, it was where he was going to be living for the foreseeable future, so he had best get used to it.
Golden eyes drifted towards the nearby storefronts, a bag of luggage rolling behind the male, a second, smaller, bag hanging across his back. A cafe? Well, he could certainly use some coffee after that long ass train trip, even if he had spent most of it simply asleep.
Approaching the counter, the Russian male spoke in chipped English, clearly unused to the language and with a heavy accent as he spoke to the man at the counter. "Coffee, black." He requested, waiting for a moment before grabbing it, taking himself and all his luggage towards a table not far from another woman who was visiting the same shop. Glancing over to one of the few other people who were around, his eyes scanned across the title of the book she was reading, something akin to a scoff coming out before he took another sip of his drink.
The doorbell gave a small ring as somebody else walked into the store, she temporarily looked up see if she recognized the newcomer, before calmly looking down. rereading the sentence she had before, getting another paragraph in before she felt the presence closer, and rather disgustingly watching her. Calmly and cooly as possible she spoke to this newfound presence, "If you are going to stand and stare, I'd rather you take a picture walk away. Otherwise.." She looked up at this name Male trash dressed in what looked to be well.. overly dressed, suitcase following behind him.. Curious, quite curious... Based on his broken English was most definitely out of placed, "Are you from Eastern Europe? Or Russia?" She asked in almost fluid Russian, a couple of hic-cups with slight over the top formal inquiring, incapable of catching any slang/accent he may throw at her.
Her eyebrow was raised waiting for a response, motioning the chair in front. "You are traveling, tell me why." Again in Russian, the voice coming off demanding dominance and cool ice chill. Her paranoia rising just a slight bit that this was some sort of convenient plan from her board. Sneak in a royal russian into the school, earn her trust at the cafe, blah blah. Play innocent. Truly, why do they keep bothering such useless antics.
Mikhail blinked when the woman switched from English to Russian, and rather fluent Russian at that. He hadn't expected anyone in this city to be able to speak it, even if it was unlikely that no one could, much less the first person he actually met. Still, he was rather quick to wipe any surprise from his face, refusing to him any kind of weakness this soon after entering Paris. "Russia, and I'm free to stare at whatever I want."
In response to her next words, there was a quick snort. "Well, aren't you nosey, and a bit demanding." He shot back at her, leaning back into the chair that had been offered to him. Of course he was traveling, he clearly had all his luggage with him, it would take a blind idiot to not see. But he doubted that someone who out right demanding why he was traveling would simply let him walk away without answering, so he supposed a half trust was better than nothing.
"I ran away from my foster family, didn't feel like sticking around after that." His eyes scanned across her again, quickly putting together pieces of a puzzle within his mind. "Your family must have a bit of money no? Because that would explain the nice clothes and bitchy attitude." There were few things in the world that could get on his nerves quicker than some rich prick who thought they could look down on him just because of their money, and she seemed to fit that little description near perfectly.
The newcomer seemed rather shocked at her skills of the language arts, it was nailed into her from birth. it was.. but a requirement to sell international, besides only the rich who could afford most extravagant of jewels would not only speak french but many languages... It would be rude and easily manipulative not to learn them, makes one.. A target.
So the target was from Russia? Certainly explain the overly... Dressed. Probably a new arrival, probably no clue where to go next, why else come here. Well, unless it was planned, why else come here? He rather seemed to take distaste at her demands, it only had to be done. Precautions, always had to be done, those idiots were willing to try any sort of tactic to fool her. Oh.... How she knew.. Their methods, those little snot nose male pig bastards in suites. It was interesting to hear his story, ran away? She felt a bit of an eyebrow raise not all believing him, who just simply ups and runs away? Was this a Poor person problem, again.. Why were poor people so damn complicated, maybe she should ask that one prosecutor. A small sly smile crossed her face the mention of money and bitchy attitude, Oh? Two who proclaim her richness as useless? Interesting people, were the board growing more desperate. Attempting new methods...
She reached for her drink tapping the cup in thought, no this.. wasn't the board.. Truly somebody... Disgracing her city with their.. presence, much like a metal infecting a lovely clear pyrite into fool's gold. "Yes, they do, they.. Are not of the issue here, it is your presence, rather... Odd? Coming into this establishment, staring me down, and speaking in such foul language. Then lower class are but odd in their own ways, all their... cultural... problems. " She gave a small hum before taking a drink, eyes still watching the newcomer, "just the other day, these things went up and attacked me. Some purple smoke, turned animatronics eyes red to attack any stranger too close, aggressive behavior.. Truly never understand why one of the Middle Class suggest to... experience such things." She gave a small sigh, "Forgive me, new experiences make me speak too much. " She turned from him back to her book, this useless thing... Why must she meet the challenges offered to her?!
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