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 Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 10:58 pm
 Arioch stretched out among the flowers, grinning broadly. It felt good to be among the mortals. It was too bad Elric didn't summon him sooner. He could have smooshed Law into the nether worlds already. Oh Well. He plucked up a flower and smelled it, breathing it's fragrance in before crushing it in his hand. Today will be a good day. If Good, was a term to apply to the Chaos Lord.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 12:35 am
  There were few axioms in the world that held true for one such as Avalon. One of the very few truths that she could count on was that all people were good or evil, and survival was based on being able to tell which was which - quickly and accurately. Avalon's best mastery herself was at being good. Oh so very good, especially when she was being oh so very evil. She loved to cause chaos and dissent among the good. Few things pleased her more than the feeling of being unequivocally trusted whole the good guys all accused each other of being evil. There was a beautiful chaos in watching the so-called heroes kill each other off to defend themselves against the likes of her. There was a deliciousness to letting them think they had bested her, then watching as she chopped down their leader with a single deft strike. She was Avalon, the destroyer of armies, the winner of wars, she was Oberon she was Morgana, she was Mordred hidden and secret. But of course...
She smiled a winning smile and her face smiled with a sweetness few could master, even among the most pure of heart. "Of course, we're all good guys here, aren't we?" she asked is a tremulous whisper, like one who so desperately wished to believe that. She was the nïeve little girl who always got duped into trusting evil.... She braved a slighter stronger smile, trying to look oh so brave when the evil of the world scared her oh so much. But deep within...she knew which side ran rampant in her heart just now. "Nothing to be afraid of, Ava," she told herself, perhaps unaware that there was another close enough to hear her, perhaps not. "We're all good people... here."
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 9:11 pm
Ohhh sweet Chaos! Did someone just asked about good people? This was sweet music to his ears. He closed his eyes for a moment before replying.
"Are you so sure that we're ALL good people?"
Another flower appeared in his hands and he smelled that one too.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 5:39 am
She jumped, startled, her wings fluttering desperately. "But, we are, are we not?" she asked softly, swallowing hard. Oh she looked so innocent, a victim to be abused, someone to take advantage of. But to those who sensed chaos, could sense chaos, there was something more, a miasma of discord that belied her innocent seeming nature. She looked at him with wide, trusting, eyes.
Oh, her darkness was there, but it was hidden behind that meek shell of goodness. When Avalon was GOOD she remembered nothing, knew nothing of the evil within her. Everything was blue skies and butterflies; and when she was betrayed, as good inevitably was, she was shocked and horrified. Sometimes she rose as a leader, sometimes as a protector, often she was confused and scared, and occasionally she was arrogantly ignorant, sure that she was right when she was so very very wrong. But through all of that, when she was good, she was GOOD. The Darkness could see through her eyes, but she was not aware of it, and it could not act, could not take over, could not speak. When good ruled the body, good ruled the body, but Evil... ah, evil, she saw all. But when she was Evil Good... well, Good slept. How could good remain sweet and trusting if she saw what her own dark side could do? No, Good was unaware of the darkness within her, but that darkness, ah, she never slept. She might be restrained at times, but she was never blind.
And being able to see through the eyes of good? Sharing that face? She could perfectly mimic good, even when she was evil. She could act the part down to every last confused head tilt, every innocent eyelash bat. It took more than simple observation to ferret out which ruled the body, Good or Evil, and for that, you first had to know TO look. And Evil's forte? Getting them to look elsewhere.
Except for kindred souls. The ability to coordinate without communication, to know, just know others of her kind at a glance, to know him at a glance for a kindred spirit.... Oh, Evil could come right out and introduce herself as a kinsman, but... where would the fun be in that? Besides, it was good practice. They could not fool anyone were they obvious in their communication. Besides, if he was too dim... then he was of no use. No, she'd play good. For now.
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