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.
After she expressed herself, she soon took the lead of the various acessories showing place to place. Finding an odd joy? Showing the girl, discussing things, and Erica spent money with such ease. That Noel got an odd feeling the girl was just as rich as she was, and slowly began to watch the girl closely, curious. Was she sent here to gather information? Was the save timed? Was it all a trick by the board themselves? No.. it wasn't she refused to ruin such fun with this.
Sometime during the shopping, standing in a store of question ethics, a competitor.. Who tried too hard, desperately pushing internet sales petty cheap object. "Fashion Student?" She asked more herself then the other girl, before giving a small laugh, "I'm a Business Major. My family owns hundreds of Jewelry shops all over France, and other countries. I just merely go to such pitiful school, because a degree is what is required make me full on owner, rather some heir." Okay... Such oddity the girl knew about her going to school. She shifted her hand thinking the girl's words over, is she growing paranoid?
She shoftly began to hum christmas songs, as the grew near the food court, "Do you wish to eat something together?"
Over there? No over there... Why was this so hard? It was such ease figuring out a gem's rarity with look alone. She gave a sighed, just as her exhale released about 20% of air, she felt a sudden large pressure against her body making her lose balance, dropping the map, and temporarily feeling disoriented. Her body making a loud "Ooof" before regaining composition to look at what was a... Bear? No. Female in bear costume? She stared at the figure as it was practically glowing with some sort form of hope? As if the creature just manged to find the wedding band she had dreamed about for a year, and had the money to afford it, why even cheaper.
The poor creature before her began a panic of apologies, that she wasn't quite sure how to respond to, holding her hnd out softly backing away. "Its okay... It was just.. a bump in the road.." She attempted to lighten the mood, the creature seemed highly disoriented more than she herself. "Is-is it normal to gain greetings such mannerisms? Are you the mascot of this establishment? Is this a welcoming, since I am but new here?" She asked uncertain, shouldn't the mascot of their mask on? Wouldn't that destroy the whole scene created in the park.
Thinking about how this person should be working, she stood up straighter and spoke more demanding voice. "Would you put on your mask? Stand up straight, you are the very honorary hope of the children around. What is your job paying you for? Thank you for your greeting, but please think of the children's dreams. They cannot see you like this, headless."
Oh yes, she knew, they study same classes and subject. The better absolute question, was Whom cared More? She certainly didn't, especially not with the material given, it only made her sick to her stomach. This better get more sophisticated later years. She huffed with an eyeroll, "Yet, look what it did to you." She commented, attempting to sound harsh, but there was a hint of a gentle touch. Was that meant to be a joke? Wait, was she mimicking His movements earlier?
As he placed the piece back, accepting the game, setting the first move, she followed suite as he asked about the family business. "Working as it should" she commented without hesitation. Her mind listing all the things that has changed since she took over, no stealing.. No replacing, absolutely no more lying to their customers about their products. She waited for his move to make another move her turn to ask a question."Why did you pick media?"
The girl appeared with two different dresses, both rather interesting in design. Noel gave no comment at all just a small nod, accepting the information fed to her about the girl being rather indecisive. Yes, lots of her buyers were such cases, it was always good to smooth the sale to go faster by feeding more details or persuasive information. With that she made her way to the check out counter following this Erica, as Erica explained about not buying one of the dresses. This didn't surprise her too much, nor she was upset, easily completing the transaction.
As the two were walking out, the girl spoke outloud in debate, this... Should have been when Noel exited and left the girl in the dust. But no, the potential of a customer made her ears twitch and possibly move like a small south pole elf. "Accessories?" She asked aloud turning to look at both the dresses, before snapping her fingers. The woman already proved she had money, so why not take the money from the savior? Yes, that will make up for lose of incapability suing. "I have a couple of suggestions if you're interested to hear, such as..." She listed a couple matching the dress or the girl's hair shoes/gems/jewelry type, as well commenting other things.
notes: I would have listed what, But I don't even know the dress style or color... and I wanna finish this post, soo there you go.
Thank you, he said softly about the dancing. Right after began to explain about which clubbing he'd actually met, with a small nod. Was he inviting her to one? She didn't quite understand, and was even more confused as he began explain about finding it fun and that even though it was useless... she should at least.. try... Even a little. She thoughts these words baffled by them, was he suggesting she break out of her normal everyday scheduling life.. For fun? Dirty fun? He began to explain with more precise reasoning, about meeting people who do not know your background. What would that be like? Go somewhere... Nobody knew you... She felt a small sickly feel, a thick swallow. A fear? of losing her power?
As the song came to end she slowed down, starring right into his violet eyes, blush appearing before she cleared her throat pulling away afraid of what was just going through her mind. "I-I did as well, thank you for your teachings. I will.. try this, clubbing." She answered gently before completely pulling away giving a nod, "have a good night Sir Vesper" With that she walked away.
note: NOO she didn't kiss, why you do this to me. I am your master! Obey me! Don't you walk away, coe back! At least share phone numbers!!
He spoke after a pause of her waiting for his 'yes, fair the well' good bye in typical social dances. Rather, he pushed it into a new direction. Continuing it, asking if she was a media student, listing that she was from a family of gems, and was but one year under him. Her arms crossed, oh so he knew of her? And what believed he had a right to be above her, simply because he was here a full year longer? "If you must know, it wasn't my choice in this affair. Rather the board directors, pushing I needed to meet certain criteria due to my youthful age. Apparently living a quarter of lifetime isn't quite long enough for those in their late fifties, perhaps that find it amusing." She paused shifting slightly more, thinking about it, "Perhaps they want my nose in a book and out of their business." She tapped her right fingers on her left arm crossing over the information, oh... That's only part of it... It was all a little game for her to be here, the whole argument needing documents to prove, yes she was worthy of her father's legacy.
She turned her attention back to him as he spoke about having an eye for it, that is simply one way to put it. Figureheads, the lot of them. She noticed his attention turning from her toward the chess board, a small glance. One she caught, one that was fed to her even more as he mentioned of she saw him as nothing more than a challenge. She tapped fingers more in tune to beat of a christmas song thinking his words, a challenge? She thought of their whole conversation, yes in a manner of speaking... But not so much to the point she'd seek him out, was he so arrogant to believe that? Then he clearly has not been paying close attention. But while she was lost in thought, he had listed the kind, holding it up showing her speaking of checkmate. A blush, perhaps anger, flashed on her cheeks. It was not a checkmate!
She turned his whole body toward him, full attention on him and the king. "You only wish, I was merely leaving for other activities." Such a lie. She huffed a bit, "Are you wishing to play? Is that it, grown lonesome and tired with your... book and.. media arts?" She moved her right hand expressively much pointing direction of his book, her own book shifting slightly. Well.. It was this or staring at the book at her home daring it to change content. "Fine, I'll play but one game, which color do you prefer? The one you're holding?" She took the seat in front of him and the chess, repositioning to look as if this was a professional chess match. As she calmly waited for his response, and silently loathing herself for accepting a game.. To this.. Playboy. She will win, outwit him, and walk away victorious smirk.
"That's really quite generous of you. I'm a little envious of your friends." She heard the girl, but she didn't reply or act like she had heard the girl. In reality she didn't care to have friends, she was busy running a business after all, who wishes to be friends with rich little... Two-faced females? She pretended, she after all was same vote they were. Act nice, appear clean, get the hell out of there before hell breaks loose. She studied the articles of clothing, maybe the girl think she is so focused.. Won't think to ask again or push the 'friend' subject. As all interactions were just acquaintances.
She waited a bit on the side leaving the girl room to explore, as well time to do so. She didn't really care for this Erica, just repaying a favor. Sooner you end the favor.. Sooner you no longer have to worry about one using you in methods you prefer not to be used. After a very long time, with her comparing this shop's Halloween decorations she finally called out, "Are you almost done?" This of course giving the female a bit of encouragement, to end their transaction... She needed to go do paperwork at home, goodness know timeline for this annual even coming up, and those famous people needed those rented earrings... Earring she needed the world to see, and suddenly buy.
Most people he knew didn't know how to dance? It must.. Be.. a rich thing, she guessed? She felt confusion as he corrected that didn't know how to dance much like they were now, he explaining he was just a rare case. Oh. So they did get taught? Maybe he just wasn't? Did this Father and Mother shove him aside for a newer better offspring, as well? She blinked thinking the words over, "Yes, I guess so.... You learn rather quickly though, easily catching on to the movement and steps... You'd be able to dance with whomever you wish, yet!" She replied gently almost fearing speaking too loud will break their little cycle of step step, turn, step, step.
He asked then about clubbing, she was a bit confused imagining a barbarian swinging around a club.. Soon breaking to a laugh at herself reality slammed, he meant actually clubs. Her voice coming out rather like a small cooing bird she answered, "If by clubbing you mean talking to boring people in a highclass sitting arrangement called "gentleman's club" then yes a time or two. Though mostly to sign paperwork, I've never really cared for those sorts of places... Just a bunch of man wishing to hang out and swoon you." She shook her head a small blush returning, "If you mean where those foolish Actors and Actresses go to dance and show their stuff, then no.. I've personally never cared for such useless material. Father always told me, that's how you tarnish a diamond, give it too much chlorine." She paused slightly heart pounding, feeling the weight down on it. Father, he was always telling her what to do, where to go. So why.. In a world he seemed not to exist.. Did his opinions still matter? her words still slip up thinking of him?
He seemed to have an odd calm domineer about him, saying that she seemed to think he was new... When this was not at all true, this statement made her freeze in her movements, that only grew colder as he explained how often he had in fact been here, how much he had in fact seen, and that the only absolute thing to impress him was the school itself. The same school feeding useless material if you'd ask her. Though he corrected explaining, art is what impressed him... Not the people at all. Something absolute both could agree on. His teeth seemed to grow slightly more sharper, raising in the slight threat levels, as if people in France disgusted him so much.
He then continued wishing for her to yes... Prove that she absolutely knew better that show him, take the moment to be the teacher. She will present, and if it was good enough he'd receive. It was at that very moment, she was place on the spot, always placed on the spot. Singled out for her crimes, whatever she did, she absolutely had no idea. All she knew this specifically spot made her heart beat, made her cheeks turn red, and absolutely hand open attempting to analyze what to say or do next. A turning point to seel the product, or walk home with less than a couple hundred thousand in her failure.
He was from the states, probably a study abroad student, possibly one who earned his place at the school. Perhaps came here often through various selling methods, that's what lower class do right? Sell things, then immediately spend it versus expanding it to make larger profit margin. Especially those.. Americans. Unbeknownst she began to make movements toward the chairs and tables for some sort of psychological support. A reaction she knew she shouldn't be doing, definitely not be doing on a stage answering questions about her product, and its legal standards. He... Found everything boring and dull, the people... He was watching her so leaning on his elbow and cheek, studying....
She took a deep breath thinking of that odd fellow she had met earlier... The one who didn't know how to dance, she decided this male.. Was a similar case, her body slowly relaxed slowly thought of his awkwardness... His, peculiarity in comparison to those rich hags. "You stand there watching all those around... Speaking analyzing each other, each attempting to outwit one another, not caring the harm it could do to others in the long run. Pushing little things to flow this way and that, like a player holding violin to create sound and music. You can only dance along to your own rhythm dodging all those around you... Or you let it pull you in, merge with it, forget who you are... A tiring charade that goes week after week as each creative artwork attempts to out impress the other artworks... As they speak of prices, there is this pause of speech.. But once its all done, that's it the art is forgotten into a corner, or bragged about... Till another comes around to spice things up."
She felt her heart pound, unbeknownst she had closed her eyes imagining all this in front of her. Thoughts of her Father, thoughts of the illegal activities her mother had done, the artwork... Being anything from a diamond to herself, she took another small breath clearing her thoughts eyes focusing gently back on him. "People are quite a work of art. Some are Cold Sharp Diamonds, others are Fragile Pyrite." She meant to sound harsh judgemental as if this whole state was summary how she thought of people. "Are we finished here?" She asked with an edge of impatience, frustrated at this man before her. Its a waste of costs to try and change a man's opinions, they were stubborn useless and such hard headed beats of nothing.
"Well, I wasn't planning on picking up anything today, but certainly if you have any recommendations, I'd love to have a look." She gave a nod, grabbing the girl's wrist leading the way.. Now ignoring all the decorations, or the workers putting such decorations up. Soon the female spoke her name, and explaining it was a pleasure to meet her. She spoke with a smile and cheerful tone, even though all she could think was to perfecting this poor poor child that had cross paths with her. Why.. Would such a gem be so clueless how well it could shine under the light? "Noel de Masséur, pleasure is all mine. "
Her quick pace dodging everybody had eventually slowed down as they reached a very nice outfitter place holding the newest highest most pricey outfits. "Ahh.." She said softly slowly letting go of the girl's wrist, before walking into the shop. A fitter seemed busy working on what looked to be a customizable shirt, but Noel had ignore this going toward other side of the shop. Before stopping and turning toward Erica, both of her hands in her 'lap' crossed together sweetly, a gentle caring smile on her face. "You may pick out any outfit in this place, I'll pay for it, as a thank you!" Truly she was clueless on normal poor rituals, such as saying thank you then hug then walk off. Then.. She wasn't really thankful, there was so much potential if she had gotten hurt, the money earned. The Reputations earned, if only.
He kept looking down, something she wasn't quite used to, as most men she met already knew how to dance... how to dance well so this clucking stoney rooster was rather disarming, but she didn't call him on it, rather just kept him moving spouting movements and words of command how to improve, calm... Icey Calm, like her father, the thought made her shiver but decided not to push it. Then he asked who taught her how to dance... She spun them both speaking softly "Many Tutors, all different styles. But.. mostly my Father, he wanted to perfect his Diamond. Make it so she was cut and just refined for all to see." She quieted for a bit letting the motion of steps become repetitive till he felt more comfortable, less... Awful... Newbie.
She gave a small blush noticing how comfortable she actually felt next to him, a thought that almost instantly made her uncomfortable. Quickly she attempted to continue their conversation and get out of her head, "so-so you do not know how to dance? Is it uncommon to not know? Were you a rare case.. or?" She struggled trying to explain her confusion for those of lowest possibly class, not understanding their struggles at all. As it where, even those who entered her shop and connections still had enough money to buy jewelry with ease.... Never had she ran into one Who couldn't afford No jewelry at all.
Oh? Was that it? A complain of Young Mistress, here she was attempting to place him on equal ground. Even go so far as flash a smile as if the comment was most brilliant thing ever. Oh so original. A small eyebrow raise at his rudeness, slightly amused and annoyed by his comment. As he explained about the pleasure of greeting, she replied simply waving the comment away as if it was useless trash. One had no time for such.. useless conversation material, he gave a small chuckle at her comment about New Paris. A small setup, one he merely felt deep into, the gawping hole practically eating him alive.
A finger raised, much like a male figure to silent a female, taking leadership. correcting yet a second time, This.. She was not a small trinket to be ordered and played with, she felt a small swell of anger rise in her chest. He had absolute no authority or power over her, how dare he believed he could with such smiles and attempting charming looks. She has met many upon many suitors with flirtatious looks, and coy behavior, all endless pigs after her Father's legacy. This, creature was definitely no better.
Arms crossing, his posture shifting exposing more, eyes completely on her. That was it wasn't it? All eyes on her, always have been... Ever since her Father vanished, no... Died according to everybody. After she won, after she somehow by some unknown miracle inherited her Father's company, became head even with her brother next in line, a brother nobody knows about. She shifted her arm slightly disliking this charismatic playboy, this wanna-be leader, this everyday typical Political Young Adult Pig. Cocky confidence, be the death to hell for him.
He spoke presented the information much like a trained professional, a profession she began listing, definitely a rich prick. A cocky rich prick. Her posture changed as he mentioned about media having an art-form, eyes shifting to her book reading it... Using her past words against her, was that a pathetic attempt to swoon her? Was he playing around? As well, interest in media as a political boy, or one who raised around media.
He broke into about not just being a "tourist" that he had simply came here to study the arts, yes that media was a form. Oh? So he came here for the media lifestyle? Well, not as exquisite as gems or jewelry designs.. oh no, not even close. After all who wore such lovely things? Why powerful media figures, as though such tiny little objects meant more than their lives. She pushed his words aside, another male, another flirtatious attempt at swooning her. How Silly, how waste of effort to speak to these types. Chuckling, leaning forward, attempting to appear dominant. Flirting with such a soft chuckle, was he so cocky as to believe she'd actually fall for that? She gave a small cough hiding back a laugh at his complete idiocy and novice actions. She had been to so many political parties, showing and providing jewelry to the top salesman. Why! Even the boards-man thought she was a fool at times, they were unaware of her brilliance. Shine Clear Sharp Like a Diamond. React Cooly, like one immune to horrid manipulations.
She sat up taller attempting to overlook him, eyes narrowing just a bit. "Ahh my good man, you seem to have gotten lost and confused in your miserably failed flirtatious and manipulations. As while you were reading that book, it would seem you have grown awfully blind to the world around you. Why come to New paris, just to sit here with a book? Mundane and dull, only you have yourself to blame. Using pointless tactics of old, and blaming others for your failure." She shifted out of the chair before standing, "You waste such a euro on this school's studies, can't even take time explore the arts you proclaim wish to see in person. Cheaper I am sure in the states, sitting at a desk." She paused suddenly thinking it over, slightly moving into a trained flirtatious manner, something she was truly unaware of. "You know... As great this university is it'll never have the levels of political affairs in action, never meet the levels of being there in person" After stating all that, picking up her book, she had absolutely every intention of leaving this... Typical Political 'trained' boy pig, probably a spy to win her hand in marriage... Was tiring, these games she constantly found herself in due to her riches.
Find more advanced version of same context?! Why.. yes, she hadn't thought of that, this is a high possibility. He continued about the university following material religious, and how.. uncommon it was. This making her rather, upset, not her fault this her first year in a university. It. just. She felt a rise of embarrassment and utter failure at being the perfect shining diamond her family name required to be.
When she asked her question, he averted the gaze, ahh bullzeye. Truly, it was almost too easy to spot a French Man from one.. of Lesser. Class. Then, French man now she thought of it, may just well be... Lesser than those of.. Oh forget it, not important both were Imbecile Men who were utterly controlling and ridicules in their methods of affairs. Much like useless children. She listened, halfheartedly to his words about things growing boring and mundane where he lived, and how things were exactly the same here. She rolled her eyes losing a slight interest, so pretty boy was hoping for some French entertainment? What was with the media showing French Woman all.. Sexualize and interesting? Did he hope to date a man? Change his affairs? She oddly accepted this more than him flirting two females, surely the females have more spirit than that?
Then the air about him seemed to change, almost held.. More charm? She couldn't quite explain it, she just knew. She hated it. Everything about it, made her study him a bit as he offered his name. What was his intentions here? "Noel. Noel De Masséur" She answered sternly as if answering a simpleton's social requirement, eyes shifting from the male over to his book. "New Paris... Mundane." She paused as if thinking over this, as if this was a simple obvious fact all should already know. "Your taste must be awfully poor if you'd think such a statement be passed by so quickly." She paused eyes growing more focused, more determined. "I find it highly unimpressive you'd choose our city a place of interest. Really, isn't this just tourist domain?" With this she watched him highly closely, using her Father's teachings to study a man.. Find his weakness, watch for flickering, iris changes, and much much more. Humanskin is nothing more than a man's weakness. Remove it all from yourself, less emotions showing.. The Higher rating your diamond is, hilarious Father. Coming from such a IcePredictableMan.
The trolley suddenly zipped by carrying with it several decorations for the mall as a whole, oh.. She must have been too busy staring at different business to notice such a thing, she could heave easily sued the mall... Well threatened, get free rent for a year... How sad... A missed opportunity. "Yes, it would have." She said simply not really wishing to be mixed with such a... Middle classed Teenager individual, though the girl did help her.. not be crushed, maybe place her pride elsewhere?
The girl continued complimenting her dress, well.. Of course.. this was a rather 900 dollar dress, it'd better be beautiful. She of course didn't voice these opinions, especially the opinion about the designer how this was a limited edition original, how she got it discounted due to her gems being the female designer inspiration. . "Thank you." the words came out cold, sharp, and almost distant from the girl of pure joy and happiness. The outfit a certain uniform only poor would wear if they couldn't afford actual cloths. It was required by law of society to compliment the opposite party, was it not? "Yes, your outfit is. Nice." She struggled with the words, really... Maybe she should.. "Mind if I buy you a new outfit, as a thank you?" she offered not caring how offended this girl would be, or maybe she just didn't understand why offering to buy people things may offend them in first place.
It grew worst... oh so much worst.. The worst.. Were just, a high schooler could writer better.. A..A.. did she dare say it? A public High School Student poorest of poor could write better. She was practically happy, if not really frustrated at the nosey male poking his business where it was not ASKED to be located at. She sat up straighter, flickering he hair with trained expertise to appear as if this thing wasn't disheveling her. Her amber eyes turning to the Jock, or whatever you call the dominant male figure, giving her attention casually. The very same male who seemed to be playing chess, all by his lonesome, while reading? Or perhaps he was reading the book, and chess was just too advanced for his poor intellect. Being such an emotionless baffoon, really makes the man blind, doesn't it?
With a huff she finally replied to him, "Yes, well when written material is such a low level, practically an insult to be part of such a lowerclass institute." Her eyes shifted toward him studying him closer, was he familiar? She didn't care to really observe the students she shared classes with... Especially Males... Especially normal people.. By his level of standard, it was clearly he was American and VERY CLEARLY clueless how to be high class mannerism individual. She shifted slightly pretending to read the book, instead studying him from a new angle across the book's cover and page. What was his chin? Why was it such sharp, was that an american thing? Why did he seem to be so.... Obviously misplaced.
Suddenly she stopped shutting the book, secretly finding any... ANY excuse not to look at such low level material. "Are you American? You seem awfully far from home, according to attire must be quite the higher middle class individual. Father and Mother wished for their child to receive, european experience?" She asked slightly edge of sarcasm that such a cultural place be really.. a learning experience to such Rich snob. She shifted slightly now leaning on her right wrist, her white-hair covering the wrist as she waited for his response.
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