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.
Flecks of white spotted with color, the paper flakes flitted their way down and soon diminished in size and sight. As she peered over the railing to watching the posters fly, others did too. From the other levels, curious passerbys that didn’t have their faces glued to screens spared a few moments of their attention to see what the falling commotion was. Flyers that they probably couldn’t even see the contents of, but others were also starting to discover folds of paper that somehow made their way onto their entity. [break][break] Eyes were on their adverts and her hands empty, a job well done indeed (or done enough for her ordinary standards). Sierra pushed off the glass and metal edge and headed back towards the stairs, stepping down the floor and sector that they had originally met at. As the location neared, Yvette was already down and settled down on one of the benches. [break][break] Seeing that her band member had also already completed the task and had even a taunting sheet of paper, the energetic legs skipped forward and plopped a seat down right next to their music gang’s head. Shoulder pressed against shoulder as glassy eyes peered over at the writing, “What’cha got there?”. There were letters, characters, and numbers but when too many words were clustered together, her mind would immediately lose interest and wander elsewhere. [break][break] Though maybe she should’ve put in a bit of effort for the sake of their groups future? Ten numbers with dashes and numerous ‘@’ signs, it was probably contact information that the leader had so dutifully collected. “Oooh~ Were you actually able to find some people who were interested?” [break][break] Ah- Maybe she should have dropped her own contact information in case any of the interested randoms would've wanted to know more about them? She suddenly leaned herself forward to double check their poster's face to see if it were fully informed. Mmmm, recruiting is hard...
Wobble some, combat some. Wobble some, combat some. Two more skeletons came by her (and met their end after doing so) before her costume trapped body had finally reached the door of the employee room. “Thank goodness...” The hinge was swung open, and Sierra let herself collapse into the entryway, crawling the rest of the distance in as the fabric hanging from her mitts and knees dragged over the floor. [break][break] Peace was not bestowed upon her, however, as the door clicked closed without her own prompted. Wondering what the cause was, the gal flipped herself over to find the rich gun lady above her. While the concept may have sounded attractive as words in her head, it was not the type she wanted to die to. Away from the malfunctioning robots or not, she was still going to get shot tonight, wasn’t she? [break][break] Where it hurt? “Where what hurts?” A blank stare returned the concerned one. A million different fictional scenarios started cycling through her head, but which one will accurately instruct the events that were to come in the next few minutes? Hopefully it wasn’t the ones that had her dead. Cautiously, Sierra pushed herself back onto her feet, keeping an eye on the other that managed to slip into the break room behind her. [break][break] Dead or not though, she had to get this dumb outfit off. Thick mitts were yanked off, and free’d fingers reached behind her back to pull down the zipper that held her in the torture device. Now given the room to, the bear suit was shrugged off her shoulders with an immediate breeze of cooler air blessing her arms and legs. [break][break] Donned with short shorts and an off the shoulder underneath, this was much enjoyable than the sweaty sauna the costume built up for the past few hours. [break][break] “Haahhh…..” Once the heaviest sigh of the day exhausted itself from her lips, the temporary stepped out from the heap of fur and nudged the pile to the side. Sneakers pushed the head beside it, rolling the frame over and revealing a mutilated face that kissed the bodies of several animatronics just moments ago. [break][break] Maybe the damage would be overlooked with the bigger mess that probably continued behind the door they were hiding behind? [break][break] “Great day to visit the park, huh? I’m sure the back half is still untouched if you’re still looking for rides...” Her attention wasn’t fully on the commentary, arms and legs focused on stretching themselves out instead. Costume off, that was one problem dealt with. Now just three left...
Additional 2 hit [break] Total execution count: 11 (8?)
Fruit was healthy, and unpleasantly sour the times she tried to be healthy. But with the confirmation of her favorite sandwiches since arriving to New Paris, a determined face formed on the girl’s expression, ready to spread the word of their band to the world and then later spread some butter on baguettes (or the chefs would at least). [break][break] Guitarist, drummer, and manager. Yvette had her contemplations on whether a manager was within reason, but Sierra was on a more simpler one track mind and mechanically nodded at the verbalized thoughts. The three words were repeated in her head and would stay until the day was over. Hands were clasped tight around the stack appointed to her, a decent pile that wasn’t too much, but not too little either. A plan had already started forming in her mind, ignoring the fact that there really wasn’t one. [break][break] Although with the mention of a studio, the new duty left the platinum blonde in a daze as the three word mantra in her head suddenly had to include a fourth friend in. Break was called, but she was still idling by their meeting spot motionless. Guitarist, drummer, manager, studio… The list seemed to go on, was there anything else that was missing? An unsettling feeling of forgetting something started lingering in her… [break][break] But nevermind that, there were people she needed to meet! Their leader went one direction, and she went in the opposite. The first victim that crossed by her, Sierra immediately piped up with an outstretched arm, single flyer in hand. Contrasting with the image she had in her own head, the individual wasn’t as welcoming as she thought they would’ve been. The paper was meekly taken before the shy soul dashed away. “Ah-” The bassist’s mouth was left agape as prepared words were ready to give their spiel but were not given the opportunity to. [break][break] Off to the next new friend! [break][break] As she tried over and over, only a few had the heart to smile and listen in on her short elevator pitch (probably poorly executed and with confusing explanations in the end). And with the time passing not like she thought it would, a bit of irritation started bubbling within. The flyer should’ve included enough information on their intentions, right? There was the doodle of the three of them and a bit of text on what they’re looking for. [break][break] It was time for some high gear. [break][break] If the passerbys weren’t interested in the details, she wouldn’t waste their time trying to give them. To every living and breathing entity she saw, she would flash the flyer before their faces. Papers were pushed onto both girls and boys. “You get a flyer~” For those who didn’t take the posters, Sierra would chase after and slip folded copies down the back of shirts, “You get a flyer~” [break][break] Dog collars were tucked with sheets, “You get a flyer!” [break][break] Building maps got the posters plastered on them too, “You get a flyer!” [break][break] Sales associates standing outside of stores were given their own little pile, “You get some flyers~” [break][break] Climbing up to the third floor, she walked over to the open balconies that overlooked the other levels filled with entertainment and tossed over the edge the few sheets that remained in her fingers. [break][break] “Everybody gets a flyer!” [break][break] Brilliant eyes watched the papers float and flicker down the intimidating height, drawing the attention of the visitors who noticed. [break][break] Mission accomplished maybe?
Prayers was that she’d hear the train or feel the tracks underfoot before the impact even came should there be the possibility that she’d dodge the incident. But knowing her own clumsiness and how obnoxious the suit was, she’d probably trip face first onto the tracks and hear the train right before it decapitated her. [break][break] Although, without the aid of a train, Sierra’s brain was already turning into mush with the words being hurled at her. Jobs, job postings, job descriptions, and the many expectations that the world had for its residents. It was like the dreaded school all over again… Pout formed on her lips, along with a strained expression as she did her best to absorb the commentary as advice. [break][break] That and the confusion that followed when she was called perfection. [break][break] [break] A shot snapped clear and loud through the havoc, fading out any chaos into background white noise as the gun was the main focus of the gal’s now terrified attention. The sudden noise had her flinching and heart racing. I’m dead tonight, aren’t I? [break][break] It sounded to close and the stiff form worked its best to turn left and right, searching for the source while hiding behind her own makeshift weapon of a head. It was the female she had met just seconds before who was holding the bullets, and while attitude seemed to be mouthed on fancy lips, Sierra could not hear what was said. [break][break] And she wasn’t planning on staying any longer to find out. She was just here to pass out flyers, and the flyers were gone, thus she would also be gone. A part of her almost felt bad for the inanimate object, having been shot to death by a crazed guest. As for how the weapon even cleared security clearance... “Aaahhhg, there’s still much more in life that I have yet to see...” Legs started hobbling towards the closest employee room, making awkward steps in attempt to avoid toppling over once again in a furry mess. [break][break] Her progress was slow, and more robots had mechanically scurried her way. From the corner of her eyes, other innocent participants were also busy with the conundrum, hitting down other skeletal opponents with whatever they could find on hand: rocks to throw, bags to swing, or even party favors to make do with. One fell to a man, another to a mother fending for her kids, and a third was swarmed by crazed teenagers. [break][break] The moment once stepped close enough, the civilian would slug them with the bear once again, fluffy metal colliding against a flamboyantly decorated metal until the latter fell into a broken heap on the ground. “DumB tecHNoLOGY. No one asked you to make the world a sci-fi apocalyptic movie!!” [break][break] Concluding the enemy’s dead with a huff of her own, the rest of her procession followed similarly: wobble a few meters in clunky booties, fight off another animatronic with the spherical frame in her hands, and wobble a few more meters away from everything. If she could just get to the staff room just a bit quicker and lock out all of this parade chaos for just a second to breathe...
5 robo's dead if NPC kills count :thinking_face: [break] 2 if otherwise
Bump in the road? Mannerism greetings? A welcoming? Sierra could only look at the other with a dumbfounded and lost expression. “I…” She had simply bumped into the individual, a completely unintentional accident. For the moment to be interpreted as a greeting, the gal hoped that there weren’t any societies were such bruteness were a mannered norm. [break][break] “I-it isn’t good mannerisms? I just wasn’t looking where I was going… Anything but a welcoming,” for it’d be a terrible welcoming if so. Though with a while longer to process the odd questions, the foreigner suddenly feared for her day’s payment. Was her accident the first thing this attendee experienced? Was her check going to be withheld due to customer complaints. In worried defeat, the platinum head thunked against the furrier headdress resting in her lap. Her week of food… [break][break] More words then came at her, prompting the pale eyes to gaze up confused at the woman once more. The head? Hope of children? Dreams and headlessness?!? “The job description didn’t include all of those r-responsibilities in the p-poster...” Hands turned the bear head in her hands, the cartoon face now staring into her own distracted eyes. “I was just handing out promotional flyers for seasonal ticket deals...” The satchel over her should now thankfully empty and without the weight of 1932847 sheets of paper. [break][break] From the distance came faint music. Told very little in the beginning, Sierra was not aware of a parade that would’ve been making its rounds through the park. But so long as that meant that she didn’t have to be a part of it in this sweaty bumbling costume, she was ready to jump out of it. [break][break] Limbs draped with the colorful pelt somehow stood themselves back up, the almost creepy head resting on the floor as the gal did her best to regain balance. “Sorry again for the collision. If you’re looking for park events, I guess there’s the parade going on right there? I’ve got to finish up my work though...” With the thought of money on her mind again, the simpleton’s gaze flitted back towards the lady’s outfit once more, adorned with luxuries that ruined her mind… [break][break] But a conclusive smile was given to the guest before the part-timer turned to head towards the staff room, although the start of her progression only to be interrupted by a commotion that slowly grew from the colorful entourage just a distance from them. The first thought on her mind: This better not involve me... [break][break] “The Robots! They’ve gone haywire!!” [break][break] She didn’t think much of it at first and continued with her walk away, until the runners started heading in their direction, along with the rouge machinimations mentioned. Animatronic skeletons came hacking their swords at them. Whether the weapons or real or not, the prop design and execution was too well for her to differ between. [break][break] Like the rest, Sierra turn to evade the assailants but could only progress so far that the clunky boots would allow her. Tripping over the covers of her shoes, the dumb mascot costume had gotten in her way once more, and she was on the verge of tearing the obnoxious thing apart. [break][break] But with one of the robots nearing her with its swinging blade with no intentions of stopped, she needed to think up of some kind of defense or escape if she wanted to live to see daylight once more. Dying to theme park technical difficulties wasn’t the most attractive way to go… Thinking up of only one option, Sierra grabbed the giant head frame that fell beside her, lifting the bulky object up and swinging it at the nearest skeleton. “UuuUUGGHH.” [break][break] Even if the bear head was an absolute fuss to carry on her shoulders for a day, at least the weight and size of it was useful for something.
brave of u to assume my dumb child can deal with 5 robo skeletons X"D [break] grunts destroyed: 1
[break] Out of the three characters that the previous post has selected, choose which individual you would bed, which individual you would wed, and which one you would behead. Then give your own set of three characters for the next player to decide on. Happy choosing~ [break][break]
It was a rare occurrence for Sierra to skip on job opportunities. Anything that would contribute to her meager income, every penny earned would be well spent (or at least spent where it satisfied her). Thus when finding the short costume gig posting, she jumped right onto it. For her lifestyle, it was almost odd jobs everywhere, but how could she say no to it? Fifty euros for a few hours in a cute bear costume? It would’ve been enough to feed her for a few weeks if she was frugal. [break][break] Her assignment: to don on the mascot costume and to hand out promotional flyers to the park attendees. Seasonal passes and deals here and there, she didn’t think much about the papers’ contents before she was suited up and running to and from families, couples, or parties. [break][break] As the hours passed, so did the sun. Night dawning upon the city was both a blessing and a curse. The cool air of darkness made living in the heavy getup just a bit more bearable, but she might as well have been blind. The mesh screens hidden away on the head’s design were hard enough to navigate through during the day, and now that the world was nothing but a blur of colorful lights and moving shadows… [break][break] She couldn’t have been working for much longer, thus Sierra started to make her way towards the rest area near the entryway, having the useful resources of the park map, a miniature clock tower, and benches. If she could just sit for one second… [break][break] Impatient seeped into her step, bumbling legs walking faster towards the wooden seats that her eyes honed in on. With such tunnel vision however (quite literally), the waddling bear didn’t see the individual studying the large map, bumping her side into them. [break][break] The suit was top heavy, the frame of the round head not being the easiest to deal with and with the simple collision, the klutz that Sierra was fell toppling over. “AaaAAHHH-” [break][break] At least the closed sleeves and legs protected her palms and any bare skin from being scraped? [break][break] “Aahhh I can’t take this anymore~...” Bum still sitting on the ground from the fall, mitten-ed hands rose to pull the medieval torture device bear head off and breathed in the freshest whiff off crisp air. The girl’s gaze was then lifted to apologize to the victim of her blind wobbling, “I’m so sorr-” [break][break] Tongue paused from shock the moment pale eyes laid on the other female’s outfit. Originally scanning from bottom up due to her predicament of a lower elevation, Sierra only caught glimpses of the shoes, jeans, and stopped when brand name logos were boasted on the leather bag. [break][break] Was it real, was she hallucinating? Never would she have imagined to even look at such luxuries that wasn’t in a magazine or on the internet. She tried recalling prices in her head: hundreds, or what if thousands... but possibly more even??? Staring down at her gloved hands and writing out a few quick calculations, the foreigner burst out her final answer up at the other in shock, “hALf a YEAR of FOOD!?!” (if she was frugal). [break][break] “Ah-” A sudden outburst out of nowhere, she must’ve startled or creeped out the parker goer, after bumping into them too… In a panic, Sierra returned to making her apology to the pretty lady, “My apologies! I should’ve been looking at where I was going...” [break][break] If it were even possible with the head on.
‘Slept pass your alarm again?’“Aaaauuuhhhh………” The hesitant noise droned and drifted from her throat as there was no coming up with excuses for these two who knew her too well. But not having missed much was relieving news. All her chaotic rushing in the morning turned out to be worth it with confirmation of an almost timely arrival, according to Emi at least. [break][break] Then can the secret spiel. Sierra wouldn’t have called herself amazing, thinking about all of the messy marks made on her sheet music, broken notes she’d accidentally pluck, and hazardous pile of strings on her floor, but if the attempt passed, it passed? It least she wouldn’t be losing this source of income, nor the helpful buddies made along the way. Whatever plan it was that Yvette had, she’d be all for it. [break][break] The more the merrier, was what she always said, and seeking out more success for the group was never a negative. A glance was given at her at the mention of a guitarist and while Sierra first returned the look with a blank face, by the time she realized the meaning of the gaze with an expression of mixed shock and nervousness, the topic had already moved on. [break][break] Eyes immediately followed the finger that pointed down at flyers (clearly homemade), and her own hands picked up a copy for a closer look. Emi seemed to have differing ideas over the design and sent hints of aid but instead of giving proper assistance, pale irises were glued to the drawing. [break][break] They were stick figures more detailed than her own, thus there was no commentary that the bassist could give. Although observing the representation of her own appearance… “Does my hair usually look this unkempt…?” Forefinger and thumb came up to pinch a stray lock of pastel away from her eyes. Maybe today wasn’t the best day to make the comparison considering how rowdy the start of her day was… [break][break] The drawing and her bed head aside, a determined and excited look in Sierra’s eyes contrasted the more hesitant one of their knowledgeable pianist. “I think it’s a good idea!” And with that confirmation, hands were already reaching out for a portion of the stack for her own ventures, though only to be stopped short by the mention of food. [break][break] She looked from the sheets to Yvette’s eyes with glimmers of hope in her own? “Lunch? [break][break] C-can we get Jambon beurres...”
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep- [break][break] A blind hand shot towards the noisy phone and without hesitation, swiped left on the screen to snooze. [break][break] Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee- [break][break] The same hand flailed at the alarm once more. [break][break] Beep. Beep. Beep- [break][break] Another five minutes. [break][break] Bee- [break][break] Fingers swiped right to fully shut off the alarm, and Sierra buried herself back under her thin covers. [break][break] [break] Fast forward an hour (or four), the tired mind finally woke from its slumber, more rested than before when the nagging of her daily alarm persisted in blaring. A heavy sigh muffled by the sole pillow slipped from the gal’s nose as she turn over onto her stomach and reached for her phone once again, although with a more functioning conscience. White numbers were blurry on the screen for a split second until Sierra’s grogginess was shattered at the sight of the current time. [break][break] “AaaaaaAAAAAHHHHHH.” [break][break] In a snap, she was tumbling off her air mattress and onto a messy floor, then scrambling back onto her feet to dash towards the bathroom. Teeth brushed, water haphazardly splashed onto her face, the combing of her hair was then done with panicked fingers and while she was rushing back into her room. An old pair of jeans were jumped into and an oversized tee was chosen for its convenience. Finalizing her chaotic get up with shoes and a jacket, the band’s bassist leaped out the door. [break][break] Only to run back in to grab her phone before disappearing out once more. [break][break] [break] Riding the bus with a nervous tap on her toes, Sierra was constantly looking between the time and the setting around her, wishing that the driver would speed up some, wishing that she could teleport, wishing that sleep wasn’t so hard to wake up from. [break][break] A notification chimed up on her screen and after reading the contents of the new message send to the group, terrified eyes shot upwards and flitted left and right. Bystanders gave the foreigner odd looks as she double checked the bus’s riders, confirming that it was just her from Roselia present. Was Émilie watching her from somewhere? The thought was chilling, but the more reasonable assumption was that the two were already gathered at the meeting location. [break][break] The two were probably already met and here she was, sleeping in and showing up late looking like a mess… [break][break] Come her stop, the frantic soul stepped off the vehicle and instantly broke into a ran through the court and to the building mentioned in last night’s text. Feet aimlessly padded about until two familiar figures were spotted, and platinum locks bobbed up once more as an easy jog was resumed. Finally arriving beside the two, Sierra rested her palms on knees for a second, heavy breaths trying to catch up with the impromptu morning (or noontime) run. [break][break] “Aaahh~ I’m so sorry guys, I…” [break][break] ‘Slept through my alarm,’ although more realistically, she turned her own alarm off instead of waking up at the proper time. “I’m... finally here?”
what i breathed differed from the world everyone else seemed to be in
Sparks of blue, shades of ghost, what looked like golden souls that occasionally peered over the corners frequented Sierra’s vision quite often. As a littlun, she’d point out the sights immediately only to be called demonic when she knew her eyes were more than certain. Or maybe she was going crazy? [break][break] Years later, and the images never ceased their appearances. [break][break] She learned to keep quiet, to keep her ‘insanity’ to herself. What she didn’t learn, was where or why the hallucinations existed, but just as the girl grew up, the paranormal colors grew trivial. It became simply be for her, and not another eyelash was batted at it. [break][break] She was an odd one with no answers, and it was something she’d have to accept and live with. [break][break]
there are memories i don't remember purposely forgetting
On dismissed parts of the internet due to madness of the ‘supernatural’, there floated many rumors of odd sightings in New Paris. The gal thought nothing of it until iridescent sparks on international newscasts started haunting her vision again. [break][break] It wasn’t as if she had a direction for her future, passing time as a basic employee at a chain office store. Needing a change of pace, Sierra threw half her savings into a one way ticket to France. People would’ve called her crazy, if there were any people close enough to care. [break][break] A new city, new country, new continent. Doubts on her survival piled up, but by then, her lap was already buckled up on the plane. [break][break]
i’ve never inhaled such colorful air before
She went with the first apartment posting she could afford, hoping that the fifty million part times she applied for would response with at least one confirmation and be enough to keep her sheltered and fed. Upon arrival, a particular flyer on the poster boards caught her attention: positions open for a new band. [break][break] Her audition felt out of the blue, never having dabbled in music before other than listening to it and occasionally stepping to it. After an excessive debate, the bassist role became her goal. Four strings and a frequency that wasn’t prominent to the ears, how hard could it be? [break][break] Moving to a new setting gave her little time to rest, but as the foreign civilian finds herself around the new city, she can’t help but seek out and hone in on any irregularities that catch her eye...
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