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.
[attr="class","agar"]It was late at night, and New Paris was all the brighter for it. Fuzzy yellow light, cast by windows and streetlamps and the reflection of moon upon water, bloomed into her vision as she stepped into a gondola docked by the 16th arrondissement. The gondolier tipped his hat toward her and asked, in French, whether she would mind waiting for another customer. Of course not, she replied. He turned away.
Agape settled down on a velveted seat and placed her hands on her lap, gazing at the distant streets as if she was deep in thought. She wasn't, really—she was too tired for that. She'd spent the entire day cafe-hopping with some of her uni friends, though she would have preferred to hole away at home, get some work done. But she had already invested so much time and effort into her reputation as the easygoing friend, the down-for-anything friend, the sure-I'm-free friend. What a shame it would be, to let it all go to waste.
The murky water rocked the boat gently from side to side. She swayed with it, hoping some other customer would come by soon so that she could get home already.
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she's just catching a taxi gondola home, join her
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just what it says on the tin, agape needs at least one other person to share a crappy apartment with. maybe it's just the two of them, maybe there's ten of them stuffed in there, who knows. they can be new or preexisting characters from all walks of life, as long as they're in their early 20s.
some ideas:
agape and y/c attended st. elbandia uni together as undergraduates
agape and y/c attend st. elbandia uni together as graduate students (she's studying neuroscience)
y/c answered an ad posted by agape on this world's version of craigslist or whatever, or agape answered y/c's ad
agape and y/c are childhood or high school friends
[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."
Do souls exist, really? Where do they reside? In the seat of one's brain, in the soles of one's feet? Or maybe there are none, and a human is only a human, after all.
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