#{`chaos.}

[erisrse]

-stares at you wide-eyed for a moment before fleeing-

It was instant.

There was no denying what he was. The amount of chaos coursing through this mans veins could only be matched by that of her own and in that split second after the accidental bump of shoulders where their eyes had met, she knew he knew who she was.

He was much taller than her. At least a foot. And as his long legs carried him off down the street in his urge to get away from her, she gave chase.

Where she would have laughed and delighted in the sight of one fleeing from her so feverishly, she could not bring forth even a giggle as the confusion racked her brain.

Who was he? What was he? 

Who was this man and why did he have the presence only she should have possessed?

Though she tried her best to blend in these past 3 months ( not truly working to her advantage however clad now in a spring dress with bare feet in the dead of winter ), she threw away all efforts in attempt to catch this man.

She had questions and she wanted answers now. 

Delving into her control of the environment around her, she targeted a glass display window of a store he had been approaching, her short legs proving difficult to keep up, and promptly shattered it to pieces, the glass spraying in colorful shards illuminated by the sunlight and raining over any passersby, humans crying out in surprise at the sudden burst.

She’d stop him no matter what.

[erisrse]

{`if it hadn't been for the oddly quiet traffic today, she wouldn't have noticed the other that stood so far away yet so close to her at the current moment -- her dark eyes mirrored the ones she remembered of an old known acquaintance back in olympus but this could not possibly be her} Excuse me?

Sure enough it would be coincidence that she would stumble upon her in such an unlikely setting. Had she not crossed the street to peek in the small trinket shop that seemed to have drawn a crowd with the grand opening, she would not have spent hours wandering aimlessly and looking at all of the pointless objects.

Little crystals dangling from silver plated chains and other baubles of no use other than to look pretty.

A waste of time.

She'd learned nothing of the ways of the old humans. Just that their ancestors have significantly dumbed down from the skilled hunters and gatherers they had descended from.

However as she now stood at the crosswalk, she'd recognized the woman not even but two full people away from her immediately but she'd said not a word until she was spoken to.

"Yes?" The word slid from her lips without any intonation.

Her mahogany tresses swayed with the turning of her head, chocolate brown eyes resting upon the woman as a small amused feline like smile settled on lush rouge lips.

[erisrse]

An air of disturbance. A sensation of foreboding. A premonition of impending, ominous chaos. Such a strong aura, and coming from such a petite being... Ivriel wondered how that could be. It's before he can help himself that he finds himself approaching the smaller female, hand on his temple and eyebrows furrowed as his abstruse sixth sense pounded in his head. "... Excuse me."

Such a peculiar air coming from this one. It was strong but faded if not completely gone. Though she could not see him, her back facing him as she gazed out at the empty night almost as if in wait, she could feel his presence.

The disturbance her presence caused him brought out a small snicker past her rouge lips, eyes locked on him from across the area. Her bare feet were tucked into a small snow bank beneath the bench and her hands rested on the hem of her skirt, soft mahogany locks blowing in the chilling winter breeze.

The fact that even just existing caused others discomfort pleased her immensely.

With each footstep, his overbearing aura drew closer and closer until she could feel the odd feeling almost envelope her small body. The only sign of acknowledgement she showed towards his approach was the slight cocking of her head, turning her ear upwards to listen to him upon his interjection.

"Yes?" Her voice was so sweet it was almost saccharine, the over politeness ringing in her voice easily setting off any warning bells in anyone with any sense of danger.

Dropping her head down, she swiveled it so that her profile was illuminated by the streetlight across the street as her light brown eyes cast downwards. Her milky skin had an almost ethereal glow in the artificial light, a shadow of a mischievous smile accentuated on her red painted lips.

"May I help you?"

[erisrse]

A brow arched with reluctance as he'd notice the woman across looking at him. Feeling slightly narcissistic, he got up and walked towards her, the corners of his lips curled up into a mischievous grin. "Good day, ma'am. Did you need something from me? I noticed you staring."

And there that bad habit reared it’s ugly head once more. At least it was considered a bad habit to the inhabitants of this part of the world. When she sat well out of harms way, light brown eyes observing the most vicious of battles nary a soldier paid much mind to the small woman as she stared. She followed them with her eyes right up until the moment they met their fate at the end of a blade or on the other side of a gun.

However, just as her careful observation of those soldiers was intentional, so was this encounter.

This man smelled of death.

He positively reeked of it. She could practically smell the last kill on his hands.

Though he wore a smile, she was not easily swayed by such facades. Not when the scent of stolen lives was so strong to the goddesses nose just beneath the slight alluring smell of his cologne.

Her large brown eyes stayed upon him, the blank stare she looked upon him with not faltering as a knowing smile of her own curled those lush rouge lips of hers up. A small playful glint shone in her eyes for just but a second.

She wanted to have fun.

"I did." She answered in her soft, honeyed voice.

Her palms lay flat against the surface of the table in the small bistro as she rose herself to her feet. She’d worn shoes for the occasion, a rare occurrence, but she still was rather scantily clad for the cold winter season in her soft yellow sundress.

Her mahogany locks tilted back as her head did to look up at the man properly, the small mysterious smile still on her plump lips.

"I was curious, you see. I wanted to know if he screamed when you did it. Were they filled with agony? Did he repent in his last moments? Was it messy?" With each question, it seemed as if she grew more and more excited, her voice even taking on a small laugh as her small body bounced lightly on the balls of her feet.

"I want to know if he suffered."

[erisrse]

/has been shopping on his own for his mother whose birthday was coming ahead, carrying a small paper bag fro Tiffany & Co in his left hand while his right hand was on his ear, holding his handsfree earpiece there as he listened his assistant talking, not really paying mind to the words. He was standing in a red light, barely having to miss the previous green one and his gaze starts to wander, seeing you sitting on the bench, brows risen, wondering if you were cold or maybe homeless, staring at you shamelessly with his assistant’s voice muffled in his ear as an distant echo.

Her feet swung idly beneath her, the small doll-like woman looking much like the outcast she truly was in this world as she simply gazed about the others around her. Everyone seemed in such a hurry, bags bunched in their gloved fists as they flitted from one store to the next. The shops must've been closing soon.

Having already done her shift at the small jewelry store she now sat in front of, she had not a care in the world other than her pocky and the neverending wait for something tragic to happen to brighten up her night. It was so rare in this city she found herself spending more time anticipating than enjoying a little disarray in the night.

Even now as she sat, everything was rather positive. It was so dreadfully boring she had to stop herself from causing a bit of mischief herself.

She felt it. The look of another upon her.

So often was she used to having the eyes of others looking at her that she had almost begun to tune it out. She was well aware she stuck out like a sore thumb but it did nothing to encourage her to further attempt to fit in.

It was not as if she planned to stay here long.

Turning her head slowly, mahogany brown locks lifting in the winter breeze as streetlights illuminated her pale milky skin, her feet came to a stop from their swinging and her brown eyes met the gaze of her onlooker.

A rather attractive male by human standards but as he stared blankly at him, she returned the stare, deciding to have a bit of fun. Willing the streetlight to flicker above his head, she disrupted the signal of his earpiece, destroying the small gadgets functions with a single passing thought.

As it flickered and sputtered in his ear, a small knowing smile curled over her rouge lips. It had the traces of a very child like mischievous playfulness to it, her teeth breaking off another section of the small strawberry flavored treat with a tiny giggle.

[erisrse]

xia-todd said: And with no returned gesture the reaper had only simply stood back straight. It was late and with no sign of life other than the both of him Tod’s gaze had stayed on her. “I would say work but there are no souls to be collected..what about yourself?”

Ah.

That was it.

She'd seen his kind before. When she would linger behind after battles to revel in the aftermath, others would appear. She paid them no mind and they none to her but she was always just slightly curious as to what they did. The only thing that seemed to change with their arrival were that screams lessened and the feeling of lingering despair as lost souls walked the blood soaked battle zone began to fade.

They were being collected as this man had said.

They took away the fun.

A small frown painted over her lips as these thoughts occurred to her.

"I know your kind. Joykills, the lot of you." Her words were not said in malice but rather a child like disappointment, her bottom lip jutting out in a slight pout as her swinging feet came to a rest.

In response to his question, she gave a melodramatic bored sigh, her eyes shifting out to look out into the empty night.

"I'm looking for chaos in this peaceful, uneventful night. I've nothing to entertain myself with these days and a little despair would do me good."

[erisrse]

Bowing deeply toward the woman he felt an immense amount of power from her, Todd simply showed a smirk and continued to show his respect toward her. "Greetings, stranger..."

It was a fine night in the city. Silence all around save for the occasional rustle of the trees in a passing breeze or car driving past in the distance. Not a soul was out tonight and the streets resembled ghost towns. It was very different from the city that came alive during the day. Then you would hardly be able to take two steps without bumping into someone. It was not like that now.

It was boring.

Seated atop a small stores awning, her bare dainty feet swinging idly, the goddess hummed a jolly tune, her mahogany locks lifting and falling in the winter winds as she was lost deep in her own thoughts. The melody was one she hummed often when strolling through the wreckage after a fine battle. When the blood would seep between her toes and soldiers whose wounds had not yet taken their lives would be background music as they screamed in agony, most often calling out to curse her name, the smell of gunpowder heavy in the air.

It was a tune that brought back good memories and it brought a rare smile to her lush red lips.

She was barely aware of the man as he’d made his appearance but his presence had not gone unnoticed as her humming came immediately to a stop upon his arrival.

He was no human.

Shifting her large brown eyes to rest on him, the moonlight illuminating her milky doll like features and giving her an ethereal glow, she did not return the polite gestures. They were customs of this country and she was not of this country. She would not ‘do as the Romans do’ and follow suit to fit in.

"It is a rather quiet night where nary a soul has stalked the streets. What brings you out into this silent moonlit evening?" She replied, her soft voice carrying on the wind to reach his ears as she gazed down at him from her high perch.