Upper Quarters Restaurant: La Reve Khaos was many things. Insane, wild, evil or even good when she chose, uncontrollable, long lived, dangerous, and a walking time bomb everywhere she went. However there was a strong affinity towards the higher end of things for the ancient deity of chaos. She had come to the Earth to experience the mortals lives up close as well as to partake in some of their activities. However her arrogance was too great to simply settle for anything less than a nobles lifestyle. Even if parts of her would love to try being a servant herself. For she was the origin, why would she put herself beneath any of these spawn? Due to Arrogance being a central part of her multifaceted personality. Khaos took advantage of a a noble family in short time after coming to Earth. The Rocheforts. Their daughter was easy enough to subdue and turn into her first familia member. The girl eventually led to the fall of her entire family to unforeseen accidents... that just so happened to pave the way to Khaos acquiring the Rochefort manor for her own. Thus Pandemonium's ground work was laid. Khaos spent many nights visiting nightclubs, bars and taverns throughout Orario. It was was on one of these jaunts that she encountered Kessler, a interesting mortal that could have his moralities and strength fit into her plans. Most of the time, encounters would lead to little. Khaos would just find a way to leave the gathering place in some form of disarray in those cases. Sometimes though... interesting people could be met. These people would need to be evaluated. Khaos was confidant in her own ability and the ability of her familia to accomplish it's endless mission. It never hurt to get a few more game pieces that she could move for herself though. Tonight was a trip to 'La Reve', a high class restaurant in the upper quarters. The primordial origin had made some interesting connections through Adele and another 'special' person. The place was full of boring bureaucrats and nobles that danced and talked at their candle lit tables. Truthfully only the arrogance and narcissism of Khaos was pleased with this. However she had ordered several extremely complicated and weird drinks here. The variety of new flavours would keep her entertained for a little while.... Watching the room around her she wondered if anyone that would be useful could appear? Maybe even a god or goddess? Any useful spawns at this level of society were more immediately useful than those in the slums.
Gwendolyn arrived at the restaurant promptly, her life guided by a schedule once more was nothing new for the girl who's only ambition was art. Though she was escorted in by others who anticipated her arrival with cheers or raised glassed, she didn't even spare them a smile. Her husband even greeted her with a kiss from the side and when he looked at her face, she smiled back at him reflexively. A gentle, maidenly smile for those who looked at her, and her Husband, as one of those people was naturally delighted and turned away with her under his arm guiding her just as her schedule did by the waist. But like a puppet, she merely went through the motions of enjoying a party, being wined and dined. When others approached her, she would be sociable, when the situation called for it, she would smile, bring her hand to her lips with a modest and reserved chuckle befitting a woman of her status. Her dead and disapproving eyes remained though, few seemed to recognize this, those that did only laughed with her telling her she was working too hard. Entertaining them, she only shook her head returning their laughter with her own modest chuckles as she explained that she might be a little tired. No matter how hatefully she viewed something, how unpleasantly monotonous the same greetings and same jokes and same fake expressions of concern over her possible exhaustion became... Like a good girl she would merely play her role as a gentle and reserved noble woman. When the situation called for it, she would play her role as a newly wed wife and toast her husband who was getting drunker by the minute, though whenever she found a chance, she would empty her drink into a potted plant or 'accidentally' spill it by stepping into someone who bumped into her. By the third 'accident' her husband finally began to believe she might have had too much to drink and was stumbling rather then her irritation taking hold and causing her to dump her drink unable to feel jovial in this setting. Sitting her down at a table, Gwen watched the festivities leaning back against her booth. It was the same view again, people at parties laughing, people with their fake masks, people all dancing on the ends of each others strings even if they weren't aware of it. Again, it was the same... Eventually, Gwen couldn't bare to look at it any longer and turned down to her place mat and the meal that had been placed in front of her. She analyzed the contents of the meal quickly with her annoyed gaze, but she did find some things on the plate that were useful-- A rare steak, buttered potatoes was all she needed. With one last glance to the party she was growing to despise more and more, she reached down into her plate with her hands, pushing her thumb into the stake to make it bleed, and putting her other hand into the potatoes and butter until they blended into a creamier color. With a brush of her elbow she spread her napkin out slowly and brought her reddened and cream colored fingers to the napkin's surface. "I've got strings that hold me down..." She muttered under her breath as she began to slowly smear potato and steak blood into the napkin drawing very accurate lines over the cloth with each gentle stroke of her fingers. The lines were thin as a nail where they needed to be, thick as her pinkie in other places as she smeared the colors onto the cloth. Others didn't seem to recognize her actions, a useless figure head marrying into another family for more money and influence, her husband, the life of the party was hanging from the shoulders of his friends enjoying the festivities while she continued stroke after stroke. "... If I don't fret... Then I won't frown..." She continued murmuring trying to alleviate the boredom and her own displeasure over her life as she continued idly trying to pass the time with something that didn't stimulate the ire in her heart.
Upper Quarters Restaurant: La Reve Khaos was sipping a taste of her wine. Pulling it away from her lips with a look of boredom, she returned it to the table top. Her tongue came out from her mouth and she gagged a little. The flavor was so light and bland. True it was new... but this "Mystique Delight" was far from any kind of delight the goddess of discord desired. She had about four other glasses to try but at this rate she would have to cause some kind of havoc here for the visit to be worth her while. As of now, not a single god or goddess had entered for her use nor were these drinks turning out to be very enjoyable. Causing chaos among haughty nobles was actually really easy and amusing to Khaos. They tend to be so very touchy over every little thing. Easy to anger and easier to fool. For being the one's in charge of most mortal world handling's they were rather pitiful themselves. Still, such glorious energy from their self indulgence. Their money and power allowed them to really wreck havoc on the worlds balance. Which made them somewhat more favored to the chaotic being. Watching them suffer and falling from grace was also fun at times... but why destroy the best game pieces when they are best used for their power over their fellow mortals? Moving a gloved hand to another glass she would raise it to her lips and prepare to hopefully be entertained by a burst of odd flavor Before she could taste the clearish liquid, her eyes fell upon a young noble woman who was acting... unusual. She was emitting a odd aura compared to the rest. A aura Khaos knew well... this spawn was stressed and unhappy. As well as something else. Something that gave off the same energy that attracted her to the little Rochefort girl. These noble daughters... they really do have chaotic souls more so than others. Khaos herself was surprised by this after seeing them up close and found it so enjoyable to draw out their most violent and destructive natures. To bring a mortal into a state of complete instinct and madness. It was her blessing to the mortal world! The primordial chaos was one of the most attuned to mortals of all gods since they were basically the most chaotic beings other than herself. Even if most would ignorantly reject that truth. Continuing to taste the wine now while she watched the mortal. The girl was served a plate of food but did not seem too interested in eating it. Khaos shook the substance in her glass with irritation and considered tossing it across the room just for the reactions, because it's taste was not doing anything for her. Her eyes continued to watch as the mortal nobility did something that made Khaos smile some while putting her glass down a bit harder than last time. A crack now ran up the stem of the glass. The girl's hands were quite literally playing with her food. Khaos found the odd sight of a elegantly dressed lady rubbing her hands in her plate extremely amusing. For now... would be better if she tossed it at someone and started a... noble food fight pfft. Better still if someone got stabbed during the party. Khaos then noticed her writing with her hands onto her napkin. Taking the third glass of wine into her hand, the goddess decided that maybe this person was something she could get entertainment from for awhile. They were strange and emitted more chaotic vibes than anyone else in the restaurant. Khaos had come here to find a possible major tool for her goals. Without a god to manipulate this girl may just be worth a look for Khaos's... unique marking. Standing up slowly and heading to the girls table. Khaos did not even ask for permission. The chaotic god sat across from her and while still holding her glass looked down at the writing. "I've got strings that hold me down...... If I don't fret... Then I won't frown..." Khaos cocked her head ever so slowly at the platinum haired girl. A gentle non threatening smile on her face. The ancient deities words were quiet and soft like a mother talking to their child. But her eyes would never become calm enough to hide her true purpose and motives. Still, somehow she fooled many with false explanations about her purpose and even what she was the god of... seeing the look in the girls eyes. Maybe Khaos would not even need to put on any masks. "Then cut them. Hmhmhm... and make others frown."
Gwendolyn continued slowly painting across her napkin with the colors of cream and red slowly but surely. Though she was enjoying it in her heart, she couldn't be happy to her core in this place, in this setting, as she was. It was unsatisfying, she did adore her art so but this place she felt was so unworthy, her materials were unflattering and unqualified. It was a situation that irritated her to her core, and roused her ire from the very depths of her being. No doubt this was the source of the feeling Khaos was getting from her; Disdain, disdain and disapproval for everything happening around her. A deep and unyielding rejection and aversion to it even. Though the guest cause Gwen's irritation to stir further, just whens he thought she'd left behind those dandies and narcissists, she felt that Khaos might be one more coming to bother her. It took Gwen only a brief moment, visibly her eyes twitched and jerked as she fixed her mask back into place, the gentle maidenly mask of a delicate woman. Turning that kind and docile face towards Khaos, Gwen's reaction was abrupt as she spoke out immediately after Khaos. "Oh no, I could never do something as Sad as that. The poor strings-- No, no, I love these parties everyone holds that only have the same people over and over again, and these dances that never change, the same food every day and tea parties with other women... Who's lives never change." She spoke with a modest chuckle, covering her lips with her fingertips as if laughing were shameful for a young and pure maiden that she was. Though that didn't stop her from going back to her efforts to paint on her napkin, folding it over to paint from another angle, then once more to paint from one more. She kept changing the angle as she continued talking with the sweet and gentle tone of a big breasted bimbo. "Such a silly person-- Like someone like me could make someone frown..." She spoke smiling at Khaos a while longer, as if expecting the woman to leave with that simple answer. Yes, if Gwen just smiled long enough, sounded stupid enough they wouldn't insist on bothering her, smile-- smile and laugh like a dancing monkey, just dance on the end of your strings like you're supposed to and they'll get bored. This was how things would happen normally, she waited patiently for a short while, but quickly it became evident that Khaos' interest in her wasn't some mundane or idle greeting from one noble to another.. This realization slowly dawned on Gwen causing her smile to slowly wither with disapproval. Yes, few were persistent like Khaos, though if being a dumb bimbo didn't work, the opposite usually did. Thinking another mask would be more appropriate then being some noble bimbo, Gwen's smile soured as intelligence returned to her gaze briefly and awareness flickered behind that mask. The monster within was stirred briefly as it usually was when Gwen switched masks, but maintained it's position behind as it normally did. "Strings are easy to cut, but hard to tie back together. I still need them... at least, for a while longer." Gwen spoke, slowly resting her hands against the table. Looking down at her napkin, Gwen seemed to be in thought, as if she were thinking about the complexities of what she'd just said, but her thoughts were much simpler as she reached down to her napkin slowly lifting it up and unfolding it. Holding it up until it covered her mouth, she looked over it at Khaos displaying it for the girl to see. "It's hard sometimes... Really hard." Gwen spoke letting Khaos glance to what she'd drawn, when Gwen held it up, it matched her face and frame, though her eyes and nose were her own looking at Khaos from over the napkin, the mouth she painted on that conformed to her jawline and even imitated the shape of her lips and teeth was twisted into a smile. Her shoulders as drawn on the unfolded napkin were relaxed and jerked unevenly, the booth at her back as drawn on the napkin had been carved in half, behind her there were bodies drawn of everyone in the room gather into a twisted heap while her shoulders and chest, even cheeks were stained with red cast off. It was an eloquently drawn work, one that Gwen managed with only potatoes and blood from her steak. "Hard to tie them back together... After they've been 'cut'."
Upper Quarters Restaurant: La Reve Khaos would see the increasing irritation but would not act on it. Such mortals actually broke themselves into little pieces that Khaos could put back together for her own needs. It was a formula that was becoming Khaos's normal approach to properly evolving a pawn into a more effective piece. The girl's unhappiness and boredom with normalcy. Or what the mortals of her station considered normal. This was almost too simple. The goddess would shake her head as if with a 'tsk tsk' with each comment the girl made. Such a farce. The more the spawn spoke the more Khaos could feel the turmoil in her soul. A poor soul that unlike so many ignorant beings... actually knew what it's natural purpose was. Knew that it wanted to break the chains of order wrapped around it. The chaotic origin would give her third glass a shot with a sip. Wait... this tasted exactly like the other one! Pulling it away as she spat onto the the table. Not really caring about her appearing regal anymore. This was no longer tolerable. "Insanity is the concept of repeatedly doing the same things over and over. True sanity is in a never ending collision. Weather it is in the elements, the mind, or in something as simple as hunger vs starvation. Unending consistency is unnatural. Anything that defies natures laws for too long will either submit to it and be forced to adapt... or." Khaos glass shattered in her hand several people turned to look but Khaos didn't bother to look at them back. Her finicky mood was in a flux and if it landed on the wrong feeling, the entire place might have been annihilated. Luckily the mad goddess simply dusted off her hands and made a thoughtful look with her hand under her chin. "Some scholarly sorts will surely come up with a similar statement. Or miss the point entirely... it really doesn't matter. Not much does in the grand scheme of things. We all die so just live as best you can. Taking in everything your heart desires in the process." Truly the words Khaos spoke would not be even evil in nature if said by anyone else. However for this goddess, the idea of living by one's desires was in the most extreme of ways. Khaos was originally amused and intrigued by the girls soft and overly stereotyped facade she was using to cover her angst. Now though the primordial god was expecting something new... and she got it. The noble changed her tone smoothly and revealed a completed piece of 'art' on her napkin. Khaos saw everything she needed to see from this one now. It was no mistake. This girl actually craved liberation. The task now was to give her enough of a push to speed it up. "It is a marvelous work. Why would one want to put those strings back together when new ones can be made? And cutting things can be a very stress relieving thing. Even a addictive thing, from what I've seen from my maid in training. She is, good with her knives. It is a blessing to grant one the gift of being transformed into your art. Of course, there are times when even that get's old heheh. So, tell me something.... " Khaos leaned over to her and whispered with a bemused and whimsical look. As if asking one if they wanted to throw a brick through a old mans window for kicks. "There are ways to help yourself and even help those around you be true to what matters in this reality. Surely from your art you know what you want. What if you could share that vision with others? Have real life monuments to your design? What if.... you could pull others strings? And go from one linear road... to a vast maze of change and freedom of restriction? Wouldn't that be just something else? If only there was a god who could grant that. God's are just as bad unfortunately, never truly understanding what everything is about." Leaning back she would shrug as if it meant nothing. This was about as much poison that she cared to give the already disturbed noble. Rushing into revelation about her familia and her falna's effects on the mind would not be given to one so quickly at this early date. Unless the spawn took the bait with enough interest. Khaos winked as a waiter approached to ask about the shattered glass. Khaos grabbed his tie pulling him down to her face. "You're not needed. Okay? Here, taste some of your food it's not very good is it?" She took a handful of the redish potatoes in the noble girl's plate and smothered them into his mouth. Her strength still much higher than a normal person without the Enigma Ribbon she would have as a limiter in the future. Letting go of the waiter's tie. He ran off choking and yelling about getting her thrown out. Khaos shrugged and licked her glove of the remaining potato. "HahaHAha... He would have a hard time removing me when he learns who I am and the kinds of people who I know. Well anyway....Perhaps it is time for me to go GO go. Staying in one place too long is a drag. As you would agree? Riiight, whatever the other people call you?" Khaos stood up from the table but did not leave it quite yet. Those around the room decided it best to not look while others stared without making a sound. The girl's boyfriend or whatever would be coming soon to interfere. How fun that could end up being! Her ability to retain her normal mortal tone and style of speaking was slowly fading. "Shall I STAY or shall IIII go? What will youuuu do? What will THEY do?" She said without further explanation.
The woman's concept of insanity wasn't far from what Gwen herself would assume the definition to be. Though Gwen wasn't a scholar, wasn't a person with a background in literature, she didn't care much for it either. Her sole purpose and source of enjoyment was the art she so ruthlessly pursued. Though Gwen's life wasn't forced to adapt unfortunately, despite her waiting and hoping, her life continued repetitively. Waking up, eating something light, art, brunch, a walk around the courtyard, more art, dinner, social activity against her will, more art, bed. It was a gross and enraging pattern that she was forced to walk through like a puppet, dance through like a trained monkey. Though the talk of living the best you can made Gwen's gaze a bit more disappointed as she looked at Khaos with a measure of disapproval. Living the best? She was already doing that, this was 'the best' anyone could hope for without a royal background. The alternative? The best of freedom she tried too, locking herself in her room to paint as she pleased-- Eventually 'someone' would come to stop her, someone would come to try and prevent her from doing it as she took materials and resources for her works. There was no peace from the cycle and no relief from it either. In the end, Gwen only stared back at Khaos and answered with a simple line. "Life is boring..." She confessed. A noble without knowledge of the life outside in some people's eyes, but that didn't mean Gwen was ignorant to the outsider's struggles for food and value. Even these values though were the same cycles, work and earn money, spend money for food, eat food to live, live to be happy, be happy so you can work. It was disgusting, perverse even that everyone was living this kind of life-- that Gwen felt she was the only one who saw these people dance like trained monkeys, the only one who saw them parading around at the end of each others strings thinking their schemes mattered. It was all... So boring. "What is there left to want... Why does it matter?" Gwen added, her gaze listing from frustration that the world merely had this much to offer people. "It's... Just all the same. No matter where or when-- The same." She explained with a half sad half frustrated demeanor. Being told about relieving stress though, Gwen only shook her head in answer, even when she talked about her vision, Gwen only shook her head again. Pulling the strings of others? No, Even changing from linear to a more interesting path-- Still no. Gwen couldn't help her eye twitching briefly as she tried to swing a hand down into the table to stop Khaos from trying to guess at what she wanted. "Do you think this is about something silly like stress? Hehe... Do I seem like the type who WANTS control? To be controlled? To control others? Hahaha-- Do you think that would change ANYTHING?!?" She protested clearly upset, but at the same time that discomforting twitch grew stronger. As the content of her gaze grew twisted. Though after recognizing it, she lifted a hand slowly feeling the chink in her mask. Covering her eye for a moment, she fixed it after a moment of breathing, stopping the twitch, unraveling the twist in her gaze. Once more normal irritation, she shook her head glancing to Khaos with disapproval. "I've tried-- I've tried a lot. Cutting animals to relieve stress... Upgrading to maid staff when that wasn't enough-- Poisoning their water when that wasn't enough. I showed my art and vision to others-- Explained it to them but they all laughed and applauded like I was some amusing child who'd finished a cute dance for them. Even pulling the strings of others to pull them off of the path and it was all the same." She said finding it hard to hold back, lifting hands to cover her face, she gave it a soft wipe as she laughed listlessly. "Hahaha... It was all the same, no matter who's I pulled or for what, it was just everyone screaming for mercy... No matter how much I twisted, how much I churned they would just break." She complained rubbing her face more. Her soft and sweet laughter was more genuine though, not sliding her hands from her face as she spoke. "Everybody wants to protect their things, loved ones, themselves, the world, but nobody wants it to change... It's all so-- Haha-- So silly..." Gwen explained, but after laughing and complaining, she paused, stiffening briefly as her fingers curled just enough to scratch at her forehead and the sides of her hairlines, as if trying to find the edges of a mask that wasn't there. After a short while of scratching though, she inevitably sighed and lowered her hands, her mask repaired as she spoke with a sad tone. "I tried... Kept trying but nothing changes, no matter what nobody wants it to change." Gwen said clearly disheartened, having given up to some extent and decided burying herself in her art would be better.
Upper Quarters: Restaurant: La Reve Khaos looked at the sad little girl before her with a look of craving. She was in such despair that nothing anyone said could bring her any form of joy. How incredibly delicious that was. Unfortunately Khaos's preaching was not getting to the girl. This noble spawn had no interest in anything, not even power. One who wants nothing tangible was actually very difficult to maintain control of. In some ways, this intrigued the chaotic god even more. Something here was familiar as well. Watching the girl break down and then try to put herself back together was worth this talk though. Khaos loved the tension and while it was beginning to become dull in this stiff place she was still thinking that maybe a bit more fun things could transpire. The goddess would try and give her a bit more scope on what she was meant for now. "Hmmm.... you don't hide distress for one in such denial. OMG No one understands me! Oh booo hooo! Why not just keep dancing on your strings then? Perhaps you are just a WEAK child that issss at some man's beck and call." Khaos tapped a gloved finger to her lip and tisked. Her eyes just eating up her loss for a purpose and the acts she had performed in search of it. Seeing that sign of violence in the mortal made her want to get a little more if she could. But also, she wanted to give someone who like herself, was so easily tired of everything in such short time, a guide from someone much longer lived. She spoke quietly as if in a hiss of fluctuating voices. "Your life is finite child soooo you only have SO much time before YOUR soul is claimed by a god and used for whateverrrr they want it to BE used for, which is much worse in MANY cases than what aaaa mortal will do with you. You also misunderstand what the BEST way to liveeee is. YOU still think too contemporary. Reality is what IT is. Everyone plays this game offff life, and in death too, you play THE game... but you want not to play anymore? You want the repetition to STOP? Hehehahaha... maybe some day the game will be broken and all this willlll come crashing down. Even me. Then again... wouldn't all THAT quiet be boring too?" Khaos thought of that for a moment. It actually took herself by surprise that Khaos would not care if everything ended if it was not by her hands. Or would she? That would at least be something different. A end to the cycle for good? It would be amusing to see how that would happen. When, how, and why. Maybe deep down that was why Khaos helped spread the idea of the god's descent. To finally end her endless cycle..... naw! She leaned her hands onto the table and stared at the mortal. The primordial one was also getting ahead of herself in many ways. The conversation was drawing her back in and frankly she could not resist her unstable nature long enough to keep her identity a secret. Although by now, this girl probably wouldn't even care! Khaos would continue but would find herself becoming infuriated by her own lecture... truly they were two insane people talking about the same kind of problem but on two completely different tiers of existence. A strange type of quietly loud anger began to build up. "You think you know about futility? Why do you think a god would COME to this mortal coil? As a GOD that has seen this world remade and gods rebornnnnn millions of times. For everything IT is new but to me is it NEVER fresh. Life, joys, pains, the cycles of the seasons..... but forrrr me it is always the SAME. Let it be said that everything repeats. No matter whaaaat, even the most CHAOTIC thing will eventually hit the same note as something several cyclessss prior. Even this era of the gods ON Earth.... Being a first onnnnly this once... HAhaha.... I have dropped s-so low as to PUT myself at your level toooo find entertainment. Even A being such as I-I-K-Khaos cannot KEEP the cycle from ending and restarting.... Every CYCLE I-I work... for the sammmme ends... It cannot be stopped... Now I-K-Khaos stand here and converse with you.... such a ignorant little creature. Whoooo knows how pointless and boring everything... EVERYTHING is! H-H-HeheHAHA. When i-it really doesn't matter... in the fucking least! You dare to think youuuu rea-" The entire restaurant was now trembling during a good half of Khaos's screaming by the end speech. Candle flames were rising up and starting to look almost alive, the chandelier swung wildly and while some did not know why, others that knew Khaos at least somewhat were aware and looked terrified. Truly that limiter would be needed. As this happened often when Khaos threw a tantrum. Such things pass the acceptable limit once Zeus brought forth his fury to the point of causing death. Khaos grew far more unstable, hugging herself while shaking her head wildly. She placed a hand over her face and seemed to be talking to herself in a indescribable language. Possibly ancient greek. After a moment the room settled down and many people were starting to leave. Some actually liked it though and found it a bit exciting for their own dull mortal existences. Khaos removed her hand from her face and put her arms out, with her palms facing away from her. Stretching her fingers as she sighed so deeply it echoed. Continuing this discussion with her more impatient and angry side so close to the surface was unwise. Khaos really did not want to have to start all over again and lose this mortal life opportunity thing. For whatever she could get out of it. She turned away and left a afterthought of advice. The same advice she herself follows. To be the master and keep herself amused with reality for as long as she can. If Khaos, the god of existence did not... then 'she' would have nothing to keep 'her' from undoing it all. Khaos's distortion slowly returning to normal but still out of wack. placing a hand on the girl's shoulder and tightening her nails in her shoulder as she spoke. "All you can do. Live on your terms, die on your terms, or just do whatever others want of you. You think power is meaningless, and in the end it is, but you cannot do anything but what your puny limits allow you to. The boredom will come that much quicker from those measly limits. Even the pain and suffering of failure will become a everyday occurrence. One must run free and release all their inhibitions! That is what the blessing of chaos is. If you want to live ON your terms and have the degreeeee of power to do that. SEEK Pandemonium out. If not hahahaha.... Then at least you're SUFFERING somewhere and making certain people very happy." Letting her go and heading away. The deity passed by her own table and picked up her fourth glass. Not even bothering to drink it she tossed the liquid into the nearest man's face. "At least that glass had sommmme kick." She said as she headed out. Expecting a hefty bill that would or would not be paid. Depending on whatever her mood was when she got it. In the end Khaos actually got a good deal of thrill from the talk. Even her own anguish and rage gave her the benefit of the experience.
Gwen only hung her head to one side without much of a care, it was only natural that her distress wasn't particularly concealed with someone who didn't fall for her dumb bimbo mask. Why bother hiding that which people are already suspicious of? It would simply lead to a long drawn out effort to uncover something which was already more or less known for an 'aha' moment. It was a waste of everyone's time and Gwen's privacy most of all. There was no point, and the end result mattered little. It was better to just express her frustration to those who were aware she wasn't merely tired and then have them avoid her or consider her weird. It would be less work. Though the talk of being some weak girl at a man's beck and call certainly was asinine in her mind. It took the strong to not mind about their destiny and not care or worry about controlling their lives. The weak were always the ones trying to control, worried about the future, concerned for their destiny; it was for these reasons they always tried to control everything because they weren't strong enough to deal with surprises. Though Gwen simply shook her head back with a heavy sigh, if she had the motivation to escape this lifestyle or change things she certainly would, but without any destination in mind, why bother? She was practically a nihilist at this point. "Breaking free isn't hard-- Dead people can't control anything for the living. But I can't think of something that would make the action meaningful, all I want is to paint, and they don't disrupt that, their few requests for boring parties don't disrupt my musings. Though they are aggressive and moronic creatures, they aren't turned away too hard." Gwen confessed her irritation with those men in her life, but at the same time was hardly worried about them. They had as much control over her as any naive fop believed they had control over anything else. Being told life was finite however was little more then a comfort to Gwen who was bothered by the monotony. It was merely trading one group of strings for another after all, it was all boring no matter what happened, the transition might be a little unique since she hadn't experienced it before though. Perhaps she would have ended things long ago if it weren't for the fact that she still had a mild interest in art as a mortal living creature. There wasn't much that could be said for her zest for life, it was limited to the very thin interest she had in sculpting, painting and drawing. Though Khaos talking about the boredom she's experienced as a god, no doubt Gwen felt they were the same, though Khaos had more time to experience the monotony, she also had more 'toys' to play with and things to 'see' while Gwen was limited to the toys and things a mortal could acquire or see. As far as she was concerned, they were the same even if the scaling was different they seemed to be at the same point in life. The only difference was Khaos was experiencing something interesting by living as a mortal, while Gwen had nothing to add some zest or flare to the boredom she was experiencing. At least, not yet. "I've watched a lot of people to learn to draw and paint and sculpt-- In watching I've found, everyone always seems to have a habit of creating the very thing they dread. Men peace make tools of war, warmongers make peace through violence, defenders create invaders, invaders accrue losses, People create children designed to usurp and supplant them... Just as a Person of Chaos creates systems of order to play with." She explained, glancing to Khaos in vague frustration. "It is the fault of the person who made this place that it repeats, the maker of the cycle is the reason it continues... No matter how far we run, how much we try to fight it, the rules will not change-- The cycle will continue..." Gwen spoke looking down at her hands, examining the creases in them, as if studying them. "How many times has this cycle repeated itself, how many times have I sat down staring at my hands like this in some other life I cannot remember from across the void. Was I ever happy with this cycle?" She asked before glancing up to Khaos who was lecturing her. "Were you ever happy with it?" Seeing Khaos leaving though, Gwen looked back down at her own palms that now had nail marks in them, when exactly she clenched them so tightly she couldn't remember, but glancing down at those same familiar lines in her palms, she couldn't help her eyes closing to a half lid. "We all create the things we dread the most... If Gods aren't even exempt from that then what I should do is clear isn't it?..." She asked hanging her head to one side looking down into her palms once more.
