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Chaos sat silently in a land she rarely ventured to. Her blackened eyes of emptyness stared into nothingness, while her feathered hair would twitch at sounds. Her mask shined breifly, befoere a small standard storm caused a small amount of rain to fall onto her feathered and scaly build. She flinched, before rising to her four feet, tail spreading behind her as raindrops slid off.

The Goddess of Chaos glances around, paranoid.

There was something stalking about this land on this day. Something incomprehensibly powerful, something that caused the very sky and land to darken. The storm fluctuated wildly, going from mild strength too being comparable to a high-category hurricane, to there being only clouds and nothing else at all, and everything in between. One moment someone could he holding on for dear life, the next they could just feel a slight breeze...so on, so forth. And over in the distance, one could see the cause of it all, an eldritch beast of stygian origin, one that could tear the world in twain with naught but a thought...and it was drunk. Yes, that's the reason it's causing all these random anomolies, it's own inhibitions have been taken. The massive, skinless god-think born of darkness squirmed about slowly, and was moving roughly in Chaos's general direction.

"Yrrrrgh, where am I...that was one HELL of a party......"

As it would happen, Vastator and the other Dark Ones had thrown a huge party last night, and there was tons of alcohol. Surprising how an immortal beast such as this can't hold his liquor well, huh?

Chaos flinches, her mask getting blown away from the sudden wind that would abruptly halt. She yelped loudly and covered her face with her right hand. With a darkened scowl she took flight and glared angryly at this huge being that easily dwarfed the bird-like yet reptile in looks creature.

Chaos was none too pleased to lose her mask, and the creature ruining her storm wasn't helping her blistering pain on a hidden face. Her middle feet were tucked in as her hind feet flapped enough to get her to a somewhat reasonable air height to get a better view of the enteity from her blackened eyes.

She could tell they were drunk, as by the terrible weather and stumbling about of the beast. ''Hey!'' She shouted as loud as she could.

He growled loudly, his head was POUNDING right now. Just so he could speak more clearly over all the noise, he focused as hard as he could (at the obvious protest of his head) and the storm froze. I don't just mean stopped, I mean THE CLOUDS THEMSELVES ARE FROZEN IN PLACE. Then he opened one of the mouths on his back, since his back was what was facing Chaos.

"What the h-HELL do you wwwwwant...?! C-can't you seeeeee I've gggot a SPLLITTING h-headache right now?!?!?!?!"

Just to further emphasize how disheveled he was, all his eyes are moving around like mad, he can't focus on looking at anything for more than a few seconds.

''You blew away my maaaskkk, meanie!'' She hissed loudly. Such a loud mouth for a human sized goddess. ''Your drunkedness is your own fault. Maybe if you'd sleep more you'd be painless.'' She snirked, still holding a hand over her face. She seemed unamused by still skies, and appeared to hover in place with no winds aiding her unusual way of flight by any means.

She then just laughed madly at the thought of a drunken beast, rolling in the air. ''You act powerful, yet your drunk?'' She cackled, crying from some laughter.

He suddenly noticed a weight on his top-left wing. He gingerly picks up whatever it is with his top right arm, making sure not to injure his flight membranes, and hols it up in the air. He seems to be quickly recovering, now he can speak mostly normally, with only a slight slur. His eyes are beginning to settle in place, too.

"Not m-my fault that my physical avatars I create caaannot hold their alcohol...sssomething I haven't b-been able to work out yet. A-anywaaays, is this your m-mask?"

He grunts again and brings his top left hand to his face.

"Goddamn headaches..."

Chaos flutters over quickly, her right hand still covering her face.

''Yes! Can I have it back?'' She hissed darkly, a black eye staring at him from a hidden face of feathers and scales. Her middle feet unfold as she stretches them before folding again.

''I really need it. It's cursed.'' She added, holding out her other hand, wing on it folded flat against the nearly muscless arm.

And by this point, all that's left is the intense headache. He allows the storm to restart, and the anomalous behavior of it is now MUCH reduced, the winds won't be enough to blow the mask off again. He finally is able to look directly at Chaos, and all the eyes on his body focus on her. Well, after all, she's the only thing of note around here right now. He holds the mask out to her, taking his other hand off his face.

"Take it, I don't need it."

One of the things that people should notice here is that, in this somewhat lighthearted RP, Vastator is gonna be a LOT nicer than he usually is, falling neatly into the Affably Evil category, and he (mostly) won't be the Complete Monster he's usualyl characterized to be.

She snatches it with both her hands, her face breifly seen. ''Thanks.'' She grumped, starting to slide her mask back on. Her sleek black feathered hair lifts a bit, so smooth and shiny in the dull winds. She was human height, but was odd being that she seemed rather...Peaceful for being a goddess of chaos.

''You really need some breath mints.'' She gagged, looking up at him with her face still unmasked.

"Sorry for being the embodiment of darkness and non-existence, I can barely help my deathly scent in this form."

He shifts into his (no less huge right now) humanoid demon form, which definitely gets rid of the horrible stench. He also looks less nightmarish in this form. His head begins pounding even harder for a moment, causing him to grunt loudly before it dies down again. Then he uses his now only two eyes and resumes focusing on his new conversation partner.

"Ergh, I must apologize for this. I'm usually not in such an...uncouth condition."

Right then, Obscuro, Vastator's strongest servent, appears out of a portal of darkness and light in his true form: a titanic, monstrous golden fish with six feathery wings, four golden and two pitch black, and four horns upon his head. His mouth is lined with dagger-like teeth, and his eyes have black sclera with glowing red pupils. No irises are visible. (yes, that ripped straight from his page). He seems to be completely over his own drunkenness, and subsequent hangover.

Obscuro: "Vastator, I sensed a natural anomaly in this area, are you alright?

He quickly starts flying over to his master...but then a massive boulder falls out of the sky just in front of him, and he smashes into it face-first. The spider-god of torture, Interitia, is flying far overhead, and she's the one that pulled that little joke on her fellow Dark One.

Interitia: "Teeheheee...you should have seen that coming!"

Chaos floats down to his height once more, mask back on.

''I'm Chaos, goddess of chaos.'' She replied, snickering. ''I've never seen anyone like you before, or anywhere for that matter. You look odd.'' She added, scratching her chin with a sharp talon-like claw. ''Are your truly what you say yourself to be?'' She then asked, though her expression was hard to see

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'' Before she stops mid-sentence and stares blankly at the natural chaos.

(argh, line thingy. point is she stopped mid-sentence. ;..)

He watched the display...and he can't help but crack up laughing. He liked all of his fellow Dark Ones, but this was funny anyways. Besides, he loves seeing that fish fall prey to Interitia's tomfoolery.

Chaos just snorts, wings starting to tire before she lands on the ground. She catches her breath, then peers up curiously. ''More things?'' She asked, like a small child.

Obscuro struggles a bit, eventually freeing himself from the rock he just faceplanted into, and glares at the giant spider above. His glare intensifies as Vastator laughs at him.

Obscuro: "Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...one of these days, arachnid......"

While Interitia is cackling away like the madwoman she is, Obscuro makes his way over to the other two. He gives a glance to Chaos, and returns his gaze to his master.

Obscuro: "May I ask who this is, master?"