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.
Oh? They hadn't? But.. He looked familiar from before? Maybe she imagined it? After all most commoners looked similar especially those that were... Uniquely standing out more than others, rude after all to stare and observe. She shrugged it off as this another nicely dressed gentlmen a tourist or one who traveled a lot. Maybe he was a past customer and she simply forgot? She after all wasn't expected to memorize all past and future clients, that'd drive a woman crazed.
The prosecutor respectfully told the person in a wheelchair who she was, leaving out details she was highly greatful for that even brought a small blush to her cheeks. She gave a small modest gesture before offering her hand to shake the male's, "Hello Oscar." Her mind making a small mental note that Oscar and Julius lived in the same tennant as such each knew... Each other very very well. Maybe she should stalk it out? Learn if her trust placement was true, and this male wasn't ou-oh stop that Noel, you can trust Julius. After all he has proved his worth time and time again.
With a small clearing of her throat turning her attention back to Julius asking if she had came with anyone. "I had a business deal, its done and over, the buyer long gone. I was merely checking out the sights before heading home for the day. " She paused shifting slightly in a rather defensive feminine language, hands on hips, "Are you trying to be rid of me? In front of your fellow tennant and friend?" Her position reshifted a small blush coming to the cheeks, possibly from the cold possibly from her grwoth of uncertain emotions she couldn't describe, either way she was covering her leaves gently. "I should probably be going then, leave you two..."
Right then Oscar pointed out yeah it was speeding up.. Followed by flashing of lights, this instantly causing a wave of fear through her. "This... place is no longer safe, storm moving and changing too fast." She replied quickly mostly to herself analyzing the situaiton, it just wasn't possible. Snowstorm? In Pari? Like this? The elevator, the stairs... They'd both be dangerous. People will begin to get panicking and those stairs be full of dangers. Then there was the male in the wheelchair... He had to take the elevator... She chewed on her lip, "We should get down quick, before backup system gets turned on and possibly fail.." She mumbled to herself thinking of electrical systems, but honestly having no idea they worked.... Just Being herself an Heiress trying to sound tough in a dangerous situation, trying to be a leader boss making all the calls. Stepping forward.
Another Client, Another meeting at the Eiffel Tower, why must it always be here? There was so many times a woman could pretend to admire her own home town and its beautiful shimmering remake. Wearing what looked to be a blue almost icy-blue designed dress with an expensive velvet material Noel gave a bow to the New japanese business owner she was to sell a Massier original gem to. Something about his Proposal to his wife fifth aniversery of his career with video games, or what it computers? Maybe she should have paid better attention to the client's history, oh well.. Business was done, he was happy, Time to go home? She paused midstep noticing a rather familiar figure staring at the tv, her amber eyes flashed to see news report of.. Snow? That.. Wasn't.... Possible? Maybe a mistake?
Then she saw behind the familiar black hair familiar, white specs of snow falling gently in harmonixing dance toward the ground, temperatures dropping. What the... She stepped toward the group just as Julius suggested they step away, "Why? Ruin a once a lifetime view?" She spread out her arms as if expressing how lovely the new cold was. The temperatures getting to the point her breath seemed to show with each little release, Her arms coming upward to comfort herself.
"Surprise.... We meet again.." She said softly almost a slight flirtation in her voice, full attention on Julius... Unaware or Unrecognizing the figure in a wheelchair... Body language leaning more than it should toward Julius, eyes shifting from attempting to meet his toward the figure in the wheelchair as if suddenly realizing he existed. "Sire, Have we met before? You seem awfully familiar."
ooc: forgot till now... Her hair is up in a bun, decorated with freshwater pearl clips. pearl/snowflak earrings and necklace.
"To make sure you don't dumb him off anywhere suspect." The male behind her answered causing a small crawl of disgust shiver against her flesh. Well that was absolutely ridicules! Like she'd leave one... with... useless.... appendages out... You know that actually sounded reasonable, push him into an alley and make her way through. She quickly flick the thought, her business would instantly lose millions over something as silly as merely moving a human out of her way. "I will never do such a thing to a potential customer." She huffed, before rolling her eyes. "Like you would understand silly boy." She waved her hand as if that would make him scatter away.
He commented about not wearing anything, he wasn't? He stood so close, came off, she certainly thought she was smelled something. Then the man in the chair commented about the passer-bys. "Ye-yes I understand could be somebody else. Forgive me sir, but this stalker is standing so close one could not help but catch the aroma coming off. Perhaps you are correct it was somebody else, but I cannot help but wonder." She clinched her shoulders a bit more defensively as if protecting her body and bag, over this person.
The stalker answered first commenting about highschool, well that wasn't a least bit surprisingly. At least she don't have to worry about this guy being sent by the board to try and swoon her. They may be annoying, but at least they picked the high class, this guy must be some sort of low-life who could never afford her jewelry or time. Funny. The other guy, he answered technology and software. Well that too fit the person, course the one who couldn't walk or easily manipulate be the one behind such work space. She did wonder as he continued to describe his job if he might be of a middle class, perhaps upper middle? His clothes really didn't give anything away, hard to see the fabric worth from her angle, by angle, really the back of his head and chair handles.
Then.. That's when it happened the other male asked about the bag, almost as if a switch had been flicked she let go of the chair grabbing very defensively over her purse shooting hima very sharp glare. "Nothing! That is of your low-life should gain knowledge of!" The moment she realized the slip a blush crossed her face, she grew very cold and sharp. Straightening up shooting him a glare, "It is rude to ask about a lady's personal belongings, is it it not?" Her tone shifted as her attention shifted to the one in the wheelchair, "Monsieur how much longer do you need to go?" Some sort of spark hoping it was just a couple shops, and that's it. Tada done.
As she asked him, some male with the most horrid of smelling aroma coming off of him spoke to her about.. Rudeness? That she was being rude asking this male to help achieve his goals faster? She felt a small flare into her gut, but her eyes turned a sharp ice cold. As she turned to him, "How is it considered as you say rude to push this civilia working hard to reach his destination? I am merely providing assitance to one who has been at this for who knows how long." She gave a small huff right as the male said it was okay to push him. Course' with the mention of rush, "Fine sir, I am in no hurry, I am but one hour ahead of schedule." And completely surrounded by Thieves, one smooth hand movement from some common gypsy it will not end well for her. At all.
She grabbed the wheelchair handles, "Please raise your feet, I have your chair." She spoke softly, attempting to be as proper.. as possible with that hoodlum lurking near by with his horrid scent. Soon as she was capable to, she began to push the chair... To learn.. Just because you can go faster, doesn't mean The chair will. People begant o go around them, much like an Eighteenwheeler being cut off. What was wrong with these people! She felt her muscles growing tense with her aggrevation. The male from before... She could just feel him near by, probably mocking at her pathetic attempts of taking fast travel to faster.
And.. OH! she began to realize.... Rather quickly.. Pushing a wheelchair, even across large aths had its problems... Cracks in the concrete, bumps just three inches high, it was... Harsh. The loop def didn't help her legs, her legs were rather weaker she had been led to believe. "Why are you still behind us?" She asked the horrible smelling male, she couldn't quite place where the scent perfume she had. "Question what sort of.... parfum are you wearing?"
The going was still slow.... The male... in the chair... slowly calmly made a whinny commented about slow going, just rubbing salt in the wound. Of how much frustration was growing in her gut of this little... Push teh Male, get there faster, experiment failure. He mind temporarily forgetting about the bag, forgetting her new standing angle actually cause it to be away from her body closer to the chair itself and much easier to slip a hand into. "Yes, a challenge it does seem to be. How do you ever get anywhere?" She asked with a slight clinching of teeth, still attempting to act she was ot losing..TO A CHAIR. Her body shifted to be straighter, the bag pulling itself closer to it, as her interest in the man's work grew. It was probably something utterly ridicules and stupid, after all just some loser male in a wheelchair. Really any male was lazy pig trying to make it easy, often times walking over others. Irony. "What type of work do you do?" She asked him.
Ahh the Winter holiday, where all those crooks attempt to sway the customer's heart to fall for their tricks. She had came here for oh so many reasons first to drop of a necklace with four 55carat diamonds each surounded by a lovely titanium silver in the most floral of designs. The whole necklace was so important for the Boutique's Fashion show, she had to personally deliver it herself. As such walking through the streets she held sharply onto the grey leather purse close to her body, the necklace in a black sqaure box.
She swung her body around this way and that, swerving to dodge the crowd, her amber eyes scanning judging all she could see. The white hat she wore seemed to shade her eyes making it slightly harder to see just how much her eyes dilated. The outfit she choose was snowflake themed, with a white dress with small fake gems etched into the design.
Walking further along, she managed to pass the food court, the horror fast food making her feel just a bit sick. Ending up further down the road where what looked to be a male in a wheelchair slowly making his way, slowing the traffic. Her eyes narrowed getting closr to him, she could snake by. Then doing so exposed the bag and potential high ratio of money, she slowed down attempting to time when to go around.
Finding the major problem with holidays, Gawking lots of Window Shopping Gawking. With Gawking means larger crowds, that combined with the mass width the wheelchair took, she found herself absolutely stuck. "Would you mind if I push you?" She asked walking behind the owner of the wheelchair growing aggrevated, her real question can this thing move any faster?
"Yes, French were but an inspiration for the world to improve their own cookings of course. " She commented before taking bites with an incredibly etiquette eating style, almost fitting for a royal. She enjoyed the food, but she always had it.. So it wasn't too impressive as would be to a commoner.
She continued munching enjoying the quietly, as near the ending of the meal, plates cleared up the girl mentioned about echanging phone number. Noel calmly cleaned her hands and face, before answering pulling out her. "Yes, I'd like to travel home with you this Holiday. If you would not mind of course." Just like that already attempting to make a business deal with the girl, already agreeing to be 'friends' for the connections of course. Once the numbers were shared the waitress successfully brought the dessert. Noticeably Noel's was inside of a storage container. "This is where we must part, They'll place the meal under my tab. " With that she walked off without another word, not even a wave good bye.
“Aaahhhg, there’s still much more in life that I have yet to see...” The voice behind her spoke, she turned to see the one who was handing out the flyers taking off running, well Hell.. Save a life, they run cowardly, maybe this was why They Work for Her? She rolled her eyes, letting the girl run away with a small tsk sound. Everybody luckily seemed to be attacking the skeletons... WEll the one not fleeing in fear like the little cowards they were. She managing to hit one , failing to hit others, possibly hitting poor victims [oops].
But She stayed close to the one with the giant mask, employees always know the safest route in an area, besides the girl seemed rather hurt hobbling slowly, practically begging for Noel to save her. The progress between the two was terrible, one of the skeletons even managing to make its way around, and going straight for the girl. Her voice was what caught Noel's attention, commenting about apocalyptic movie, crushed on the ground. Noel looked down at it in rather shock, merely barely managing to squeeze in after the worker girl, closing the door. Using her body to prevent any other... guests from breaking in.
"Where does it hurt most?" She managed to ask looking at the girl slightly more worried than she actually felt. Just playing the part required to keep her in the same room..
Yes, her Mother did run the company, wasn't just.. Simple she runs it now, but later somebody takes full control.. That was slightly comforting to Noel, it gave her a sense of hope she too completely take over the board and company. Her Father was a scientist with many secrets, that was.. Not quite her forte, but then scientists were known to produce gems, which may place her company in great danger. Lowering the cost of everything she owned, perhaps she could produce an advertisement for Lab made gems, and sale them way overpriced as a way to make profit for when the Market for gems dropped as technology gains ground.
You know thinking about that, she wondered if she could in fact make use of this girl, become friends, learn the technology.. Then use any common gems to create higher tech running at fast pace than that of metal. She shook the thoughts away, that'll be later years, perhaps after twenty. "I've never wanted anything else then to run my Father's company. Ever since the day he taught me the beauty of each gem and its properties." She took a small sigh, breathing in the sweet smells.
notes: when you wish, you can have the waitress bring their food. Just give her some sort of seafood chicken mix.
An information technology company? Interesting, very interesting, she made small note to research that later on, maybe the two could connect somehow later. "Yes, I'd love for you to show me around. I never been to the businesses over seas." She committed tapping on the table still thinking about that other America she met this past month. In Paris you meet all sorts of people, but when they go to same university.. It just felt... Odd?
Erica complimented about her being a business student and taking over the company, she rolled her eyes her head shifting were her hair covered half the right arm. "Yes, My Father taught me everything I know. Then he disappeared poof." She said with a slight sigh dramatically raising her hand open before continuing. Shifting again to take a drink of the cucumber waitress dropped off just then. "The board... Reason I'm even going to school, they want to make it official in paperwork I've done my studies.. Even though I've been helping with the company for years. " She shook her head with slight sigh, "The buffoons just want to marry me off, so they can have a Man run everything. Or worst, control the company with excuses. Morons, believing I'll fall for their obvious trick and plots." She looked tired for a moment before continuing, "So... Is it that was in America? Men inheriting everything that should clearly be yours?"
She liked the place, of course she did, this was after all the place to be. The highest of regard come here, some even committed murders, at least what she recalled from her father's past. She'd never pull such tainted disgusting taunts, placing blood on a diamond... Such a waste of a lovely diamond's purity. "Thank you, I know all the best places to be." She commented with a slight hand wave.
She listened as the girl ordered, waiting for the waitress to be done before speaking with the girl, her finger playing with pointy fork on the table. "What part of America did you come from?" She ask coyly.
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?!
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.
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.
Just wasn't looking where she was going?! That was it, oh, a small blush crossed on Noel's face. of course... That was it.. Just not paying attention, she cleared here throat recovering her form, "yes, well People you are attempting to entertain, can seriously be hurt that way. Not to mention, you yourself can be hurt. What if you walked right into a moving train?" She pointed to where a large cloud of smoke was coming from, she was pretty sure it was the train, just reading the map and all. Restoring her position with that tilted hip and all listening to this woman's excuses.
Job description? "You do not expect somebody to place all the details of a job into the job description? Why nobody would really want the job if they knew what they were doing besides job descriptions are just summaries to give you an idea what is to be expected. " She thought of her own companies job descriptions, she was very certain her father's requirements were completely different from her own. A lot being redesigning jewels to make them more 'legal'. She felt a small eyebrow raise noticing there was absolutely no promotional materials, she hoped the woman didn't just drop them in a pile somewhere... Such incompetence, no.. She must have faith, this was after all a female. not some damn lazy manipulating ass kissing male. She softened just a bit, "Okay, you are perfect alright, wish I knew what was on those flyers and all.." It wasn't like she had absolutely no idea what to expect. NOPE. Certainly not the colorful parade creating loud commotion their direction. What the... Music.. Was nice.
She admired the color choices, even the purple cloud of smoke, such a nice show choice. But something was odd... The things began to turn red and began to charge, oh that's nice. Till swords were being swung randomly specifically toward people. What the? "That is quite dangerous... They certainly risking being sued, are they not?" She asked looking over her new.. Companion? Poor pathetic sloppy companion. Only to hear shouting about robots going hay-wiring. Oh FOR THE SAKE OF! Two Robots began charging them, one splitting right at the horrible employee who swang her giant head at the thing completely destroying it. A large 'ugh' ugly sound came from her. The other one? Oh going right for Miss Richie Rich Know It All. "Oh yes, Go somewhere and have a good time. Break away. He said." She mumbled just as the animatronic came right at her. She stood up high almost rocking the boots, "You listen here! I will not be meddling in some Poor person's affairs, just because 1 Male requested it!"
Before slipping out her Mother's gun shooting right at the animatronic. A look of harshness on her face, screaming breaking out after hearing a gun. "Its just a basic Handgun! Would you people just calm down?" Words lost in the shouting, she actually felt a bit disoriented, used to organized and clean events. These... Dirty... messy... Situations.. Were new to her. She found herself actually seeking the new companion. Handgun ready for another one. Really.. One should ask her why she had it, in the back of her mind she thought somebody planned to kidnap her, that's all. Probably why she choose this place over some rave.
1 shot with a handgun, and maybe hitting a person who knows.. poor people. She is currently in process flowing Sierra anywhere, resisting the urge of losing her bet (and leave).
St.Elbandia? The girl was from there? Yes, she went there as well, her thoughts flickered back to that one male who had also came from America. How odd, this girl didn't have the American accent, or even felt American at all. Then perhaps she was too busy attempting to get the girl away from her, to really notice. While that one male... Ugh. Was well, a Male attempting to do who knows what. Some sort of Test? Females, are twenty times better at who they were. She made a small hand movement clearing the thought from her mind before speaking up, "Ahh yes! I go there as well, a first year. Perhaps we can work together some time on school events. It'd certainly be entertaining for ones such as ourselves."
Upon the food suggestion, and the agreement that the girl did in fact grow hungry. Noel gave a nod soon leading them toward her favorite restaurant... Well her Father's favorite restaurant... That somehow was rubbed off on her to be a meeting place of.. Secretive business matters. It was part of the mall, but was down a long dark corridor near by the food area, it had the name of the restaurant on top, but it looks soo... Professional in comparison to its other restaurant brethern that were shiny and easier for eyecatching... most of the lesser folk had a tendency to believe it was a rich man's outfitter or overly priced watches type location. The smells alone barely escape, Chinese just about cover anything up. "Here we are." She singsang upon reaching the main entrance, one with a small waterfall and a posting for a waitress to well.. wait.
She gave a small wink to the waitress, soon holding up two fingers followed with, "The dark corner pretty please." some sort of false charm oozing out of her, the lady seemed to understand grabbing two menus leading them past the tables to a small corner that looked more like an dark fancy decorated cubicle. There was a large round table surrounded by cushion. The lady placed down the menus and silverware before calmly waiting for the drinks. Noel slid in quickly answering hers, "Cucumber water, lightly shaved ice please." Soon turning to her menu no longer giving the waitress attention, she had but served her purpose.
notes - you can control waitress, also sorry for fast-forwarding their little traveling sequence...
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