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.
She seemed a bit taken back by his words, this earnin bit of grin. What do you know even the best newest of employees can slip up their illusional happiness at trying to prove something. She only answered with the most barbie sounding attitude, this making his grin drop and eyeroll. "Sweetheart think kindness, good looks, and happiness going to help give you amanging job or raised paycheck. Don't count the hours or days, you'd go crazy." With that he shook his head, began to clean out the blender they recently used for the last customer.
She had signed in, and immediantly started basic of all basics... Questions... Might as well been your favorite color, why is your hair medium length is that in the dress code, or something else entirely. So, how long had he worked here.. Why... Probably sometime after... He started counting the months, soon followed by a year... This followed by another year.. "A while." He answered attempting to avoid the realization, what has he been doing his whole life? Yeah, going to classes.. But he wasn't actually going anywhere with his career choices. He quickly waved the thought away, quickly blaming it on magic taking his free time.. That would have been spent worrying about higher grades or making art like his mom.
He turned toward the various pumps began the.. Basic... Absolute.. Basic Tutorial. "Three pumps if somebody asks for additional flavoring, fifty cents each. the Coffee maker to be cleaned out every two hours, something about health hazards. You have to whip the heavy whip to make cream with a machine. I don't know how it works, but it does, people like it. Recipes are in this booklet.." He pulled out the booklet for all trainees, "Today just look it over and man the register. I'll worry about how to make each one, when it speeds up."
So it began the first customer, then the second.. Then third.. He wasn't sure how he felt about the brown hair chick with a clear too happy smile that he didn't like. Why he didn't like it, really he couldn't figure out, and that little voice far far back of his mind kept nagging him to end it by slicing a smile to the throat. This voice he kept seriously buried, no need to get arrested over something stupid as a smile. Couple more customers, eventually he couldn't stand it but bring it up. "Why are you happy to be here? This place sucks, the pay sucks, and the customers are rich snobs or poor morons."
//Sorry for time skipping a bit, we can still carry on paragraph 2 conversation if you want.
He heard it.. The Female's voice, it would have been fine till... those three words popped out.. 'my first day' Uuuuuugh this was the new employee he was suppose to help train and work with during the busy hours? That his boss wanted him to be friendly with? Ugghh... On the worst absolute Winter Storm ever, she walked in happy and absolutely shining announcing her name and the fact she was new. Thank the fucking world nobody else was there... Somebody would make it a goal to scam the damn girl shouting she's new.
He gave a large groan moving to a more back straight correct greeting posture, smile crossing his face. "Why hello Karin Mayumi, glad to have you right on time." Was she on time? Fuck like he actually knew. The guy just moving his hand to cover her profile application information, something.. He may or may not be allowed to have. "First day, hmm?" He answered leaning on the side a bit, "Well let me get your badge and show you how to clock in.. Then we can begin."
The white hair male stepped away from the main counter into the back office spotting her name bade with a small smilie and wink... Really? Really? Reinforcing the be nice? He picked it up took it straight toward the register, "Alright over here. Just need you to swipe and click the 'sign in' button. Bam done." He calmly waited for her to comply, praying she'd quit after the first two weeks. A voice lurking deep deep within saying be faster she just died.... small slow painful death....
He looked at the papers of the most latest accepted employee, the application was okay? He guessed. Certainly didn't look forward to working with some Book snob, probably one of those wannabes smartee pants... The boss commanded it, the moment she arrived on the scene he was to begin her absolute basic training of working the register, yeah ordering people's drinks. Deep deep down he was actually kinda worried about her, what if she couldn't handled the stress of the rich New paris folk pickiness about coffee? Yes calmond foam has to be crushed, no they didn't have actual goat milk.. Lies, that was they were meant to be experts on, well.. To extent.
The bell gave a small ring, he peered from his phone bored lazy expression written on his face. The uniform he wore standing out as a fellow worker the green apron, white hair in band pulled back,, black khakis, and brown shirt. "Welcome to the shop." He mumbled half-assed on pure training everyday customer interaction instinct. Though his domineer? It was 100% clear he did not want to be here, and was not going to put effort the energy to lie to the customers. Cellphone still on counter showing some images of a small white kitty hanging onto a branch.
Oscar said not long, and he had left leaving Signus to complete his work. several hours later the shop was just about to close, Oscar had came asking if had come up with anything. Signus formed a grin, "Absolutely without ruining or breaking any property at all. "
He went around the counter onto the side Oscar stood at, he held a notebook in his hand that looked to be the pad used to take customers order when the computer system went down. There seemed to be pictures on it with an image of some sort of circle knocking on a door, and a stick figure sneaking in. "Okay you knock on Julius door, ask him for flour, I'll sneak in the back.. Set a remote controlled snake in the kitchen. Then we can scare him to drop the flour all over himself!" His finger pointed to a face with what looked ot e hair? That was really flour and a rather unhappy expression. "Well?" He asked with the giddiness of a child. "Wanna do it tonight?"
Struggling against Spiderweb of a Youma Spider, definitly not what he had thought this night would end. A stranger in his training area... Not how he thought his night will end. As he struggled barely managing to free a few bit, he sent prayers to anyone who would hear that his cursed hands were gradually breaking through the web.
The one good thing about being stuck to a wall... Incapable of speaking, is watching the battle before him, that female... She was holding her own against the spider, and even more surprising was the black crackling seemed to surround her... Crackle he could barely make-out, black crackle he felt more than saw.. As if a warmth seemed to rise out of her in the move as the girl attempted some sort of move against a large spider only to fail.
He struggled more in slight fear as she failed they were both going to be killed here together. The thing moved around not at all bothered by the girl's power or even the fact there was 2 magical users in the area. Its mouth leaking some sort of goo, that signus noticed was eating through the flooring, "Watch out-SHIT FUCK!!!" Was all he could managed out from his successfully freed mouth from the dissolved spider web, the spider web dissolving even faster from the acid cutting through his clothes, the web, and just absolutely giving him motivation/desperation to push against the wall to break free. "Shi-shi-shi-shi" Was all he could manage before completely stripping down, the gooey fluid leaving what looked to be chemical 3rd degree burn on his shoulder and down mid torso. That'd definitly be infected, and it Definitly hurt.. A Fucking LOT.
Whole Body instant freezing from the cold wet water and natural cooled fall temperatures. His attention turning from the half ruined shirt to the Spider now lurking above. He picke dup his shirt instantly decaying what was left, taking his hand lifting it, "Fucking Shit! Girl Get the hell over here! " Before Blowing on the decayed shirt creating a polluted/smog-like air toward the spider making the area around from his mouth toward the spider very smoggy and hard to breath/see. His attention should he succeeded be attempting to find the girl drag her to the safe clear zone, hoping... she didn't have asthma or something.
When he made that slight presuasive argument about living a little, and using what could be called peer pressure... He hadn't expected it to actually work, thought that Oscar was almost as much a stick in the mud as Mr. Robot. Computer people right? So his first response wasn't exactly quick and swift, but rather a stumble of shock. "What? Do it?"
He turned the expression clear as day, "You wanna do a prank? Against Mr. Robot?" This confusion and distrust shifted over to an almost over joy. "Oh! How should we do it? Cereal, Cookie dough, Bubblegum, Soda, water?" It hadn't occurred to him the list been nothing but food, then his rumbling stomach gave way the small hunger he felt... A red blush crossed his face, "Know what, we can talk about this later. How long do you plan to stay here?"
“Julius is...” computer geek slowly replied trying to analyze his words, Signus listened highly curious what the Computer Geek had to say about Mr. Robot. The answer... made him shift slightly with an air of uncertainty, the type of person you rely on? Listen long enough? Like what on pause? The guy... Did seem to act that way... He had to admit, that quietness. But he was pretty sure guy was probably just judging him, then he didn't really report him..... Well.. Still almost got him fired.
Oscar asked if they were similar ages, Signus merely released a huf before answering "Bet so, 22." Then the male continued calling pranking immature, this made him slightly stutor in thought pattern. "What? Ahh come now, pranking ageless! Even old goonies do it at the age of forty-five? You just need to get out more." He gave a roll eye, repositioning picking himself off the chair, leaning on it... Pretending to do his job, now that his break was 'over'. A grin crossing his face, "You should try one, just for funsies... Nothing big, just snake in cereal box."
BANG! The table went, causing the whole cafe to quiet, especially Signus who turned to him actually kinda shocked and absolutely giving the guy full attemtion, as Oscar asked him to leave the man alone. But.. He.. Almost... The white hair was actually confused as to why a little prank be so harmful? Why the guy just continued about growing up, and putting it behind him. That losing his job was the Absolute Last thing to worry about... Signus actually swallowed a bit of saliva buidling up, suddenly unsure of everything. "But.. he. Oh-oh kay?" He responded barely a whisper, red eyes making contact with the table's design a large blush crossing his face.
There came a small movement, the sound of sipping, followed by a sigh and apology. Signus looked up at the guy taking in the words about misunderstanding. What was there to misunderstand? The guy dragged him a bathroom! Far from his job! Just, there was. Didn't sound like Julius at all? Seriously! Was the guy on some sort of drugs or something?!
Signus took a deep breath calming down, looking up at the clock crap.. Break would be over soon. "It may not be like him, but he did drag me to the bathroom across the street at some 'old' school of his. After some spilled coffee, didn't even listen to me when I tried explaining we had towels inside." Did that happen? That way? Yeah, totally happened that way. He was sure of it. Right? taking a deep breath he grumbled in compliace, "Fine." He gave another small sigh before turning to the guy curiousity getting the best of him, "What kind of guy is he then? All I saw was emotionless Robot, barely responding to anything." His arms becoming crossed, the posture shifting to highly unhealthy and overly relaxed/spread out.
She sometimes took the beaten path? During her training? He felt a small little heart quench the though of those words, like they held some sort of philosphical meaning related t him. She considered it a luck type ordeal, luck? He pushed the small shivers ran down his back clinching his unglovend hands, right luck.
She denied his offer, he wasn't really surprised, after all she was just a child. He was couple years into adulthood, probably be wiser to hire a trainer at his school. Maybe he should visit the gym? Then again... training on his own, he has survived so far. "Haha Okay." the reply came out almost as if it was forced to hide his disappointment.
He looked around the building and wetness outside, before giving a sigh... he really should just go home, right on que the entrance held a rather large explosion as some sort of bomb or thing went off. He backed off from the entrance looking around in confusion, when a giant black bloob landed with a thud catching his attention.
His heart skipped a beat at the large creature before them, how long had this thing been living here?! He took a small step back with worry, but soon after his eyes flicked to where the spider's head and attention seemed to turn to. Oh NO. "Fucking MOVE" He shouted on impulse, the voice back of his mind telling him to let the spider kill the girl... Let himself get away, no need to be a hero after all. A voice he quickly ignored focusing on pulling his necklace shouting "shattered Duo" The necklace growing into two blade, both hands already grasping both hilts, a move... He'd practiced.... Countless of times. Both hands aimed to slice at the large spider's butt, maybe distracting it..
Only for a giant web to be spat out right into his mouth, chest, neck, and most of the arm the pressure pushing him pretty far back... luckily not into the wall but pretty close to the ground. The taste... wasn't great, producing saliva was hard... And this. Was just awful, caught struggling pinned mostly to the ground, arms making rather slow progress. Felt like a human body around his size if not twice, was on top of him. The voice in his head mocking him for pulling such an idiotic move on a spider of all things.
He showed the card, thinking of just how exactly he came by it. The whole day with the coffee spill, the bathroom, and overal... how much he hated Mr. Robot. When Oscar answered that the guy lived in the same apartment complex, Signus practically gave him a shocked star some of his white hair landing n his face before he over reacted. "HE WHAT! Lives! Near you!?" Exclamation coming out too loud catching a couple of costumers attention, who if they were working on homework gave him a ahrsh stare.
Quickly he slipped into the chair enxt to Oscar's leaning on the table dramatically reaching out toward the computer keyboard, "He lives in the same area? You know where the guy lives? No! I am not in toruble, Would have been! That Prick almost got me fired a couple days ago! " He gave a small growl the anger seething a bit before a smile rossed his face. "I should get Mr. Robot back! Hey, wanna help me prank the guy? Maybe we could draw something awful on his car! Or egg the car. Think that be good enough? Maybe we sould break into his house, replace all his sugar with salt or white gellatnous powder." Yes, this is what he should do! Prank the guy, get him back, and drag Oascar right into the little game of fun. "What do you think? The guy practically dragged me across the road, shoved me into a bathroom! He deserverse this, Wanna help?"
Nothing too major, he looked at the computer not really understanding any of it... Neat the guy was just almost done, probably means he'd be leaving here the next thirty minutes or an hour, Signus was definitly not going to put a number on it. "Okay then! I won't be in your hair that long." He answered taking a small seat pulling out his phone texting some random person in a small bored poke. The guy on other end probably working or something, for some reason.. This just brought a small snickering joy to him.
About couple words later, the redhead asked about how Signus was doing. Signus looked up from his phone a small grin passing by, "Newest part-timer managed to make the coffee maker leak and get all over her." There was a small laugh in his voice at the image. "Luckily she wasn't too hurt, it seemed she forgot to even turn it on and warm the water. Other than that, pretty normal day, maybe little more customers with the growing cold." He gave a small shrug hands out, like yep normal day. Lots of customers, few customers, and just everything inbetween. He gave a small huff, before holding out a business card out of boredom. "Ever heard of this guy?" The business card talked about a prosecutor named Julius Vesper, it had fax and mobile number on there.
"ORDER UP!" He called out pulling the recently made coffee swinging it to the customer who just paid. Once the coffee left his hands, he immediantly began working on cleaning the counters and prep for his break. After finishing cleaning the coutners, he grabbed his hot chocolate and cellphone went to go mingling with the customers.
Overall the cafe was empty most customers getting their coffees and fleeing, the few that stayed only did so for the free wifi offered out. Waving to customers that looked familiar, who just happened to look up. He made his way to the redhead sitting in his own brought in chair with laptop wide open. Signus with his white choppy hair leaned over the male nosing through exactly what he was working on. He wasn't really big on computers, but considering how much this customer knew he had a tendency to nose into the male's business... Especially when there was no texts or anything fun going on his cellphone. "Hey Oscar, what's today Project?" He asked with slight smile that made him look more innocent than most should believe.
His big warm black jacket kept him safe and warm, that for a moment he'd forgotten how really cold it was outside, not quite freezing but certainly not warm or comfortable. The person pulled their hood even more further down to cover even MORE of their face, coming off almost almost less of a danger.
The girl slowly commented her voice coming off scared, and sounding as if she was lost, he guessed maybe she was just cold? Scared? Why was somebody out in this rainy cold weather this far? He slowly pulled down his raincoat hood to reveal his spikey white hair and tattoo underneath. The grin still there, though it was soft had she saw it before. "Not from around here? What is a child like you doing so far from home?" He asked as she started some sort of fighter exercise, wait did she actually know how to box? Know how to actually fight? He thought of his fist fight couple weeks back with some redhead, "Could.. you teach me that?" He asked uncertain, she was after all way younger than him. If any police came by, he didn't want to be framed for kidnapping or something else entirely insane.
A voice answered him, the owner of the voice? A young looking girl around mid teen years hair hidden behind a hood, it looked as if she just stepped out of the rain with the few droplets on her jogger's jacket. She commented about taking cover from the rain, which didn't surprise especially considering how cold she was. He almost felt bad for the girl wished he had some sort of fire abilities, well almost.
He dropped the dust, losing his defensive position to attack. A small grin spread, "Well you certainly came to the right place, if by right place, enjoy everything leaking everywhere." He joked commenting at all the small leaks everywhere, he really shouldn't say anything about them, as most were probably his fault from messing with the building's rate of decay... Soon the city would notice and tear down his little hideout, or wait till somebody got hurt... Probably him, probably not. "Do you live around here? Or Are you lost?" He asked actually attempting to try and help the girl, it was hard... Real hard to just walk off hands in pockets. But hey, the girl may freeze, he'd hate to be at fault.
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