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.
Business Dinner meeting, the absolute Worst Friday night for any average human being, but she enjoyed it. The discussion, debate, Figuring exactly which areas to buy out and expand mining material for their gems expansion. It was always about getting the news of Gems before the news and other companies, be on top, be faster. She swore off stealing or buying illegal gems, as such the company had a bit of struggle, but some odd reason it didn't effect the company too much, almost went too smoothly. Excusing herself from the table with a slight bow, explaining she needed fresh air. Something about having a bit rich wine always made her face grow warm, and crave the winds of the city.
She walked passed the tables, echoes of dine wear and conversation surrounding her, she didn't focus on the conversations, as most were just couples... Rare did you find business men peak too loudly, unless they were fat pigs who deserved to be dethroned. Once reaching the door, quietness of paris night surrounded her. She stood outside railing taking a deep breath, enjoying the view of many lights from all the buildings below. Old paris had a much different view, less... Sophisticated. This, New Paris, the home she was raised in.. Was thousands of gems purposefully intricate and placed to cause the most perfect light signature, a small dance.
A small smile crossed her face, she leaned on the balcony enjoying the growing winter winds, her favorite season. Something about those small chills was comforting, like a hug, was it a reminder of her Father's cold love? She dared not explore that imagery. Should somebody walk by they'd see a woman with albino white hair curled falling down past her waist, the woman wearing a sparkly white dressed. This dress as she shifts and moved caught on different lights, almost like it was a decoration of the Tower itself, the Moonlight gazing down. She quietly hummed to herself a small christmas carol, it was a secret past time.. She never admitted to.
[attr="class","agar"]Every so often, maybe once or twice a year, some of the research professors of St. Elbandia University's esteemed science department liked to organize a dinner party at the most expensive restaurant imaginable and circle jerk. Which was to say, they blathered about all the studies they'd published in prestigious academic journals and all the grant money they'd won from various private institutions, and passive-aggressively sought to belittle their colleagues' work to make themselves look better. Meanwhile, the good professors, the honest ones, sipped their wine in silence and shot each other incredulous looks, if they even bothered to attend. Most of them didn't.
As a graduate student, Agape had no place at the table, nor did she want one. But of course her mentor had invited her along, and she could scarcely refuse the head of the department.
Dressed in a slim navy suit, her hair wrangled into a sharp ponytail, Agape sat at the elbow of her mentor as a lively discussion about landmark studies floated around her. She wasn't expected to participate, she knew—in fact, she was meant to be seen but not heard. Her job was to stoke older men's egos by tittering at their stale jokes and blinking coyly up at them through her eyelashes. What a farce. Agape was more bemused than angered, though, and she entertained herself by asking innocently probing questions about some professors' methodologies that made them stutter and squirm in their seats.
That grew old fast. Bored out of her mind, Agape excused herself from the table just as the dessert menus were being passed out. It wasn't long before she found herself approaching a quiet balcony on which a girl not much older than eighteen was leaning, her dress glittering as if sown with pieces of fallen stars.
Agape tapped the girl's shoulder, wearing a friendly smile. "Mind if I join you?" she says, her eyes sliding toward the moonlit view. She makes a vague gesture behind her. "I've been having the dullest night—I need to escape for awhile."
She was lost in the beauty of the city, that she hadn't quite expected a tap on the shoulder. The small pressure point made her turned curious just whom decided it was worth their job to bother her. Expecting really a lowlife waiter or a fellow employee of her business. What she didn't except was an odd woman with long green pony-tailed hair wearing a slim navy suit, rose red eyes.
White hair woman looked the girl up and down rather curious as to why this random individual decided to bother her, before she could speculate, woman explained it was a dull night.. That she too needed to escape, interesting. A small gentle smile formed on her face as she accepted the individual before her. "Yes, it is completely tiring in there. With all those men attempting to feed their ego, isn't it?" She stated sounding as if this was some sort of test, in an almost soft kind deceitful tone. For a moment she flickered her eyes over the city recalling just how their meeting had gone. "Its a nice view is it not? Make anyone's night even better, like a gem glistening under water."
With a small sigh she held out her hand in complete manners greeting, "Nice to meet your acquaintance, I'm Noel de Masséur."
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