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.
Thank goodness that his coffee clientele and short term employer was still alive within and was in haste to opened up a door. Cold wood made way for a gust of indoor heating, although the temperatures outside still hung onto the boy and prevented from defrosting yet. Quinn shook his shoulders, arms, legs, whatever he could to rid his form of any lingering precipitation before stepping into the shelter. [break][break] His scarf was first to go, the long knit unraveled from his head to allow clearer speech, “Not dead yet! Didn’t I say to give it three hours or so?” He did his best to flash a smile towards Oscar, but his frozen cheeks refused to listen. Hands continued to undress the outer layers as stepping from negative temperatures to higher positive ones started building up sweat. “Sorry if I’ve worried you within the time span though. Taking a look at my phone would’ve been an option if there wasn’t the worry of my fingers freezing off, haha~” [break][break] “But coffee indeed! Warming bodies and warming souls if brewed right~” Coats, shoes, and accessories off, Quinn hung his heavy gear by the entrance to avoid treading in water and allowed himself further into the abode, bag of supplies in tow. [break][break] Feet made their way to the kitchen, and hands started pulling out the brought contents, organizing their presence on the counter. Ground beans, measuring cups, dark cocoa, more, and the little canteen of liqueur. He might as well have unnecessarily brought his whole station at work since the blond had his hidden fusses when it came to his craft, but he did his best to keep his luggage minimal. [break][break] “No grandchildren though? Why not?” A conversation starter to pass the time as he worked, the baristas tongue moved just as his hands moved to pull up oversized sleeves before reaching for ingredients and dishware. “From what I’ve heard, grandchildren are the peak excitement as people grow older and older.”
Days of school now being closed, there was more than enough time for him to get assignments done and projects jump-started on. No classes also meant no additional homework to fill his new found abundance of down time (which he was glad for). [break][break] But when he wasn't working on academics nor earning some pocket money with his part time, Quinn was out and about with friends either dancing or hanging. Cooped up in his residency, he was about to go insane with the lack of activity for him. (Unfortunately, his roommate only had the energy to deal with him their first day off.) [break][break] Would he end up dying if he has tried stepping foot outside? From the looks of snowy claws blown up from the winds, the world was a blurry sight of cloudy greys and blinding whites. A sight he'd never see in Cali, and a sight that he was never equipped or experienced in dealing with. [break][break] Why not take the shot? [break][break] If he was going to die, he might as well die from an adventurous excavation into a blizzard and not from boredom. If he survived the journey, it'd be a captivating story to relay back home too. With enough layers and determination, it'd all be fine, right? [break][break] Coffee. [break][break] Coffee he had, but what was it exactly that Ozzy was looking for? Being a barista back home (and still being one in New Paris), Quinn was more acquainted in taking real specific orders from clients. That or memorizing the unique tastes of his regulars. [break][break] He tapped from the weather report back to the two's thread of messages on his screen, [break][break]
“asking 4 roasted beans or a brewed thermos? expresso, latte? coffee liqueur if ur getting bored of the indoors?”
[break] His phone then left alone in wait for a response, the blond rose to gather his armour from the closet as he wasn't about to battle mother nature without proper protection. [break][break] Long sleeved underlayer and a cream knit turtleneck for the base. A windbreaker to seal the heat and a beige parka to keep fashionable. Fitted sweats of black over thermal long johns, would the two layers be sufficient for his legs compared to the four on his torso? [break][break] The outerwear was lugged to the front living room where the half bundled boy checked once more if his destination had any further drink specifics. Should there be a response, Quinn would gather what he had to fulfill the request, filling a messenger with amounts of ingredients and any tools that may have been necessary. A small canteen was also located and filled with a boozy treatsie, “I'm sure you'll come in handy one way or another~” [break][break] Bag assembled, layers donned on, and his favorite scarf near suffocating his head, fingers typed up one last message before seeking asylum within soft gloves, [break][break]
“keep me cryogenically preserved if i don't show up @ ur place within 3 hours? maybe one of ur great grandchildren can receive that cup of coffee u ordered ;P”
[break] Three hours was a drastic over estimate, since the regular commute was only a mere half hour itself. It would be his first time traveling under such conditions, but surely he shouldn't be delayed six times longer than usual… [break][break] [break] After practically digging himself a path on what used to be the sidewalk and miraculously hitching a ride from a mad genius who (for some reason) had been out and about on a snowmobile, Quinn finally stumbled upon the door he visited once before with crystalline flakes shedding off his body. “Wheww. Never thought that there'd be a workout harder than the practices before my first WGI finals…” [break][break] As he allowed his breath to catch up to the physical demands prior, fingers pulled gloves off for freer mobility once again. One hand rapped on the hardwood while the other went fishing for the cellular for the time. An hour and a half of travel? [break][break] “Coffee delivery!”
“The streets have all frosted over. Covered in endless sheets of white. Schools have been canceled, and those living within board have been advised against leaving.” [break][break] The first few flakes was one thing. Coming from a state that was sunny almost year round and experiences very little alterations through the seasons, snow was pretty much a surreal phenomenon. His enjoyment only lasted a few seconds however. After running outside, prancing through the first fall, and filming short segments of the gentle white that surrounded him, strongs winds started blowing through the streets, and his winter wonderland turned into a cold winter hell. [break][break] ”You are all advised to stay indoors throughout the duration of the blizzard!” [break][break] One to prepare ahead of time, Quinn had gone out to buy thicker coats for the chilling occasion, but temperatures had ended up lower than the predictions. [break][break] ”Please proceed with caution if you do decide to leave your homes.” [break][break] To stay warm by the fire with blankets and mugs of hot cocoa, or to venture out into a land of white in which he may not ever see again upon returning home? The student tapped at his sleeping mobile screen that rested beside him. Sunday, 8 A.M., and the wind was still not letting up after a whole night of howling. [break][break] The small device was then picked up with a few words tapped into a text box then sent: [break][break]
“what’s up ozzy! still need a pair of extra hands to tidy up the place? or just another body to warm up this crazy storm elsa put us in?”
Wall proof? Perfect. [break][break] As more details of his work were foreshadowed, Quinn straightened his posture back up and turned his attention away from the worker and to the backdrop. He thought the appearance of scatter tools and electronic sections was to look the part of the occupation. Thank goodness the clutter was just temporary as he’d soon be putting his organization impulses to work on it (maybe). [break][break] “Well, I can give you two extra hands for the next two weeks! Does that make four extra hands in total?” He peered back to his new temporary employee, and the chipper expression twisted to reflect the small debate that started in his head at the mention of an old fashioned watch. “Mmm, they are fashionable for nice events, but they can’t beat the many functions that bad boy has been blessing me with on a daily basis,” a hand pointing to what once was a clear screen. [break][break] A single clap of conclusion came from his hands, “So next two Sundays, here at this location, text me the deets as the day gets closer?” A wrist was flicked up towards his face but instead of looking down at the time, all he saw was his blank skin. Habits die hard? [break][break] Quite the embarrassing gesture, Quinn tried to brush the moment off with a quirky smile and his hand reaching back down his pockets to pull out his phone. White numbers popping up at the top of the wakened screen, “I should be getting back to campus soon, but I can leave the watch here with you. Fix her up real good, will ya?” [break][break] Feet wandered themselves back to the front door but before they stepped through and out the entryway, the blond swiveled on his heels with a wave, “See you this weekend~”
A high number, but often that mean high quality too, right? He wasn't about to drop half a hundred bucks on a glass that would break right when he wanted to jam out in a lecture room again, at least. With the amount of savings that would be going into this fix, that meant that he'd need to frequent the bars a little less or pick up some extra shifts to cover the hole… [break][break] “Yup! Second year and abroad~ Is it obvious with the appearances or the demographic of your customers?” Or maybe it was similar to the common saying in the States of poor college students that had them asking? [break][break] The offer of forty pounds did draw his attention, a number that was half of what was originally estimated. But with a deal like that, Quinn did keep his ears tuned in to see what the catch was. “Sunday?” Two of them, which meant around 20 pounds per day that he came in for. [break][break] It wasn't too bad of a negotiation so long that he wouldn't be given too long or exhausting projects, but what could go wrong at a simple repair shop? Technology wasn't his niche either, but the internet had databases of solutions with a simple search, didn't it? “I'm down for the offer! Though that also means that I'll be getting the best glass replacement, right~?” [break][break] An inquiring smile of his own was given to the technologist.
A correctly guessed name, look at him go~ [break][break] Although at this time and age, technology still did have its expenses and keeping up with it was a financial feat in itself. Quinn stepped closer and bent forward a bit to get a better look at the small list of prices scrolling by on the screen. Bold font making the numbers easy to see as they browsed, the cost wasn't the easiest. [break][break] “Around eighty pounds you say?” He turned a few numbers in his head to convert the amount into the currency he could better gauge with. Dollars was what he had worked with for his whole life, and it would be around a hundred dollars that he'd have to drop for this repair. “Mmm… The repair really isn't cheap, huh?” [break][break] Mulling over the decision just a short while more, he'd come to the conclusion to commit. The watch was still pretty new, and buying the next series would've been a greater dent in his wallet. The estimated cost was manageable with what he's earned, and it would be just a small loss that he'd take for now. “If it isn’t too much trouble for you… I'd still like to have the screen fixed instead of looking at that sad cracked glass every time I check the time. [break][break] “It does look like that there's a lot of replacement options listed there though. Got any suggestions? Maybe something that wont break after hitting a wall or something?” [break][break] Cause that's totally not how his current predicament developed.
The fixer upper headed back towards their table of tools, and Quinn took it as an invitation in. Feet stepped neatly into the entry, and hands closed the door behind him in avoidance of bugs. Allowing himself to wander over, the guest watched the master hand at work awaiting a diagnosis. “Yeah, the touch screen seemed to still work fine for me, but the cracks aren’t too attractive.” [break][break] The type of shop he was in? Just a number was given to him through word of mouth, thus there wasn't much information to go off of other than the simple word, “Repair? [break][break] Technology repair? Does… my screen not need that?” A confused smile had fallen onto his complexion. Dealing with electronics was much easier at home with his brother always on standby with a plethora of knowledge. [break][break] That, and Linus had dealt with him enough times to know what service was required without a second word. [break][break] Kid? They didn't look much older than himself, or maybe their face was a more youthful depiction than their true age. Or maybe he was the one with the baby face? It was a possibility since he did end up with more genes from his mother's side… [break][break] But his own confidence aside, introductions were always fun for him. New souls, new names, new friends. “Call me Quinn! And assuming that you're… the owner 'Oz’?” The name guess was just a bit of a shot in the dark based off what bits and pieces of information he was picking up as the afternoon went on. [break][break] Hands stuffed themselves in pockets and heels rocked back and forth, “Sooo, based on some suspicions from your previous question… There's not anything that you can do for my watch?”
“I was born to flex, yes~” [break][break] “Diamonds on my neck!” [break][break] In an empty lecture hall was him and his friends, taking advantage of the available place to ‘get work done’. The plan was to meet up and collaborate on any shared assignments but five minutes in, the quiet studying easily turned into a small jam session as popular tracks started playing from one of the student’s phones. [break][break] “I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' se-” [break][break] Bouncing a little too excitedly in his chair to the cranked bass, Quinn carelessly swiveled around and slammed his wrist (decorated with a smartwatch) into the desk of the row above his own. “Ack--!” When retracting his hit hand back towards himself and glancing at his knuckles for damage, a cracked screen drew his attention away from the trivial pain. [break][break] “OMG did you just break that just now? Hah!” The girl seated right at the impact’s location peered over the edge. “Bro, you’ve got the best luck.” [break][break] After a few test taps at the small screen, the detectors and responses still seemed to be operating just fine, although the few cracks that spanned the glass was troublesome in reading the small font. “If only I had any luck in my life...” [break][break] “Lemme forward you the number of a repair guy. A lot of uni students go to him for any quick fixes.” The blond turned his attention to the black haired speaker, lounging casually as she always did. It was always the quiet ones who came in clutch, “You’re a lifesaver Kimmy~” [break][break] [break] One by one, everyone either finished up with the homework that they had or needed to leave for further appointments that evening. The study group was in unison on concluding for the day, and each individual trickled off to their next destination. As to where Quinn was headed to, he did make a call earlier about his watch and pulled up a navigation map which led him to the aforementioned repair shop. [break][break] “A right turn here, then down the block a bit…” And right before him was the red pin marking his destination, or at least that's what his phone had said. Knuckles raised themselves to the wood and rapped on the door. [break][break] It opened at his beckoning and a question was asked, but instead of immediately seeing the fixer upper, the student first saw the backdrop of an apartment littered here and there with technology before glancing lower at his greeter. “Hm? Ah yes!” Right place it was. [break][break] “Yeah, I just cracked the screen on my smartwatch. How it happened was kind of dumb but…” His wrist was brought to his attention once again, looking at the sad sight before realizing that it might've been hard to diagnose the device with it still on him. [break][break] Fingers fiddled with the latch and unfastened the band from his arm, offering it over to the magic maker once taken off. “Think you can fix it up with a replacement or something?”
Fitted black sweats paired with an equally dark top were contrasted by red sneakers. Quinn stepped into the clean lit studio he had reserved for the next two hours, taking in the white lights and their mimicked gleams. Full length mirrors disturbed by only installed wall bars, he always loved seeing a full body image of himself. Although suspected narcissism aside, the reasoning lies in that he would take any chance to observe his form, make adjustments accordingly, and to seek out perfected performance. [break][break] "Ooh, look at you today~" A quick pose was thrown for the moment. And then another second was spent walking closer to the reflection to fiddle with the styled mess that his bangs were. [break][break] He slung the small duffle off his shoulder and sat himself down criss cross beside it, pulling out his mobile as he did to check the time. It was only this past weekend when he was out and about with his friends, making street performances along with other students he knew from his university’s dance team. Group, trio, duo, or solo stages, each of them did both a variety and a number of the listings. [break][break] For him, it was mostly for fun and games, playing in the moment and expressing emotions with flicks, kicks, and hips. Not at all was he expecting to catch the eyes of an audience member to boldly greet him. Contacts exchanged, Quinn took a liking to the gal and double checked his schedule for when he’d be available for a meet up. [break][break] Arriving ten minutes before the arranged meeting time, there was more than enough breathing room for himself at the moment. One last glance at his notifications was made should his guest have trouble navigating the address or building before the dancer got to work on making the minutes count. [break][break] His trusty speaker was pulled out and bluetoothed to his phone, the first beats of his routine starting playlist resonating from the amp just after a few seconds of pause. Legs poised forward and arms upwards, a series of stretches were assumed for sitting and standing. Folded over, twisted to each side, butterflied, and collected back to the center. Feeling his joints and muscles opened, feeling more alive than before, the first song had come to conclusion and carried onto the next. [break][break] Head craned over to peer at the door and windows behind him to see if there’d be a glimpse of another. Should he not immediately see the woman, his body would’ve already started moving to the new beat, ears enraptured and limbs reacting. [break][break] But if she did appear within his sights, his need to jam would be postponed until later. The song volume would be lowered with a quick swipe of a finger, and the blond would trot over to greet the comer, "Were you able to find the studio just fine?"
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soaks in vinegar in attempt to wash off the rust [break] KHEPRI SCULLARK [break] lemme know if you need any info changes/edits madee
there is very little and almost none plot to this wanted lmao- i just wanna B.E.G kill bill someone
From early gymnast training, to contemporary lyrical, and a final hobby of making covers, dance has been integral in Quinn's growing up, a method of both expression and entertainment. Upon coming to his new temporary school, it would've be long until he's found himself within the dance community and found a close friend to perform duos with. When class isn't in session, the two can be frequently found either hanging out in the practice rooms or finding a poor victim to perform to.
Their friendship doesn't have to be limited to just dancing and can cover other areas if so desired. Primary qualifications: female student at the same school (local/transfer/etc anything goes), compatible/outgoing personality (although I'm always flexible). Character can be pre-existing or newly created, though since this is a very small side thing, avoid considering this path as your primary plot driver-
It was on his list of places that he just had to visit. Quaint cafe culture, one of a kind boutiques, and historical museums galore, Quinn made it mandatory for himself to see the city (and its attractive residents) at least once. And with its close proximity to other countries, maybe he'd have the time to take a train to the neighboring cityscapes.
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His second year of uni, it was the prime time for him to be a bit explorative in his studies before the real grind began. And with the global hub that New Paris was becoming, bringing his business studies there was ideal perfection. A few essays and recommendations later, his application for studying abroad was approved, and he was Europe-bound.
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Living and academia would be funded by his parents. Any free spending that he wanted to do (in which he so very much did and would) would need to come from his own pocket. With the downtime he had, he snagged a part-time at a cafe on campus. Nothing too unique compared to what you'd might find on older streets, but it was somewhere to start for someone based nine thousand kilometers away.
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Floating whispers of superstition
Some shared rumours with him that there lived mysterious phenomenons within the city, stories of supernatural occurring here and there. But like the rest of the oblivious world, he dismissed the talk.
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Magic and fantasy?
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It was 2020, and science was a bigger topic for the world.
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