#creationischaos

[rxseguided]

And I said hello Satan, ah. I believe it is time to go. Me and the devil walkin' side by side. Me and the devil walking side by side.

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[thriving-on-chaos]

"The android should be back on the main floor," Glass answered Kamski with succinct information. He too had facades to keep and plans to partake. If things went south while he were out in the open, Glass too would have problems getting everything in order. As much as he talks about the deviancy virus as a sort of mythical plague, he is aware of what is going on in the city. If anyone else were to say it he may be skeptical. But he saw the look in Elijah Kamski's eyes. His face chiseled stone but the Pygmalion lay within. He created them. He knows more than he lets on. That is not for Mr. Glass to contend with now or in the future. He only has one android in association with what he does. His own personal assistant. Though he might have a secret of his own with that. The reason he really talked about deviancy. He gave Elijah a smile. Small but enough for the pleasantries. Getting any more out of DeVille won't happen. He keeps thing close to the vest. Same with him after - a not so nice loss. Personally, Glass keeps his own problems in his own head. Less backstabbing that way.

"She's the Hibiscus model." Glass made it easier for them to locate. "She's near the Pink Room entrance. Clientele has been scarce today. Just a few people while I've been here. The incident here shook things up but that's how major events build. A ripple in the pond. You two gentlemen should know that very well." Glass leaned back in the booth. Nursing his drink some more, he looked to Corvus. The man's eyes were dark suspicion. Always when they meet but Glass has never steered him wrong. Not for the right price. And with DeVille the price is always right. "Thank you for your time gentlemen. I have my own business to attend. Good luck." He slide from the seat, dropping cash for the drink on the table. With a smile he leaned his head a bit towards Elijah, "You may need it." After all those not familiar with Night City's Red Light District may gloss over the dangers outside of its sex life.

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[dexdgirl]

@creation-is-chaos 

Aubrey rushes towards the elevator. Today has been a nightmare. First traffic now the long line. Could she ever catch a break?.. She fits in just in time. A little tight but she could manage. She looks down to her watch and she is still a little early. Surprisingly. 

When the loud ding from the elevator rings they come out in groups until she reaches her floor. She quickly tries to rush and set up for the day. Until one of them bumps into her spilling tea and coffee on her. For the moment she freezes and the last cup left stood. 

She takes a deep breath and walks into his office placing down the cup of green tea for him. “...Good morning, Mr.DeVille..” 

[terrifiesall]

❝ But This Is How Villains Are Made.

                                  This Is How Villains Are Made.❞ c.

[wickedandtrue]

"No we have not met before," she confessed. "Though I am aware of you." She wonders now about Corvus Deville's tastes. With her it was clear Stefani was in the same world as he. A not so innocent who appeared to be at times but most often she would be classified as the femme fatale. Many see her as that. Despite the reputation Stefani still has a heart. She cannot falter in her feelings even now.

History with Corvus is ancient as they say. He once had been her lover. Their relationship did not last. All through no fault of anyone she will admit. Her ties and his ties were not meant to bind. That did not mean she forgot. Nor did it erase those feelings even if she were on the other side of this new war.

"You are The Devil of Detroit's lover, yes? His girlfriend. Official I hear." Official as in very serious. It must be if he has his guard dog with her. "How is he?" Stefani asked with a tilt of her head. A bit of genuine curiosity. A slight tinge of jealousy perhaps? No it is merely surprise. A reporter did not seem his type. Rather the girl next door with a known murderer does not seem so easy. "It has been a long time since I have seen him."

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[chaosbyblccd]

“As mother says. Manners first. Hm. Unless I should ignore it this time.” 

[aroaringlioness]

“Nat, please. Do not run this headline.” Gloria slapped the prototype preview of their next magazine down. A sound thwack! if she ever needed to get her point across. They can’t be serious with this. No. No, she knows Natalie is serious but they still can’t be serious about running this. 

“This is Corvus DeVille we’re messing with. The social god? Gotham’s most wanted millionaire who is too mysterious to even be Bruce Wayne.” She’ll put her money on Elijah Kamski for that role. 

“I love how you think I’m not going to run with this headline. If you want to make it in this business after all this time you better just run the print.” 

“But Nat - it’s not true!” 

Natalie smiled at her, reaching up to remove her sunglasses. “Who says it isn’t true? Jessica Stern? The fiancée?” Natalie’s been engaged. She never made it to the altar. Death does that but this isn’t her fairytale romance. It’s not her scandal either. 

Eloise Gray is a thorny bitch she needs to pluck from her side. She’ll give that ginger twat a taste of her own damn medicine. “Eloise Gray, Reporter. On the Inside of the DeVille Empire. Secret lover to the man in black.” Natalie read over the article piece. “That has such a good ring to it I might just purchase a bottle of Cristal tonight.” 

Gloria bit her tongue. This. Is. So. Not. Good. 

[thirum-stained]

LIMBO, GREED, IRA, COUNTERPRODUCTIVE PRIDE ( Eun )

LIMBO - A time my muse acted faithless and disloyal.

It was before she had deviated. Eun was in a cross over performance with another group. One of the girls had a faulty ankle joint in a state of disrepair and ended up falling in the performance. While one of the managers was going as far as to physically assault the other android and blame her for the defect. Eun didn’t speak up and report the fact if standard up keep had been kept there would have been no reason for the fall in the first place.

GREED - A time my muse hoarded something selfishly and/or refused to give something away, materialistic or not.

Eun has a thing about clothes and her costumes. She can’t seem to get rid of any of them. Even the others that are attached to bad memories. She even kept the exact one that she deviated in even with it being something she never wanted.

IRA - A time my muse was impatient to the point of agitation or acting out.   

With her current personality in place Eun takes a lot to make her agitated. That being said when someone else pressed her that she was better for having deviated she snapped. She yelled a bit saying they couldn’t know that. Eun was silent for days after that.

COUNTERPRODUCTIVE PRIDE - A time my muse held themselves back for the sake of keeping an image.

Along the same lines as the last one Eun often has to hold herself back from others who tell her she’d better for having deviated. When it’s said off handed she knows they mean well so she doesn’t say anything in order to keep her soft sweet image in tact.

[syntheticdesign]

“You may find walking among those who worship your divinity are less troublesome than fallen angels or radical deaths.” 

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[rxseguided]

“Quit being a coward, Corvus. Date Simon.”

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[thriving-on-chaos]

“So this is Crimson Media in the flesh. Bigger. Better. Than anticipated.” Sweeping over the lobby in clicking high heels, the woman in white admired her surroundings. Very good in her eyes. That means there is something good to be had in this meeting. Make that something better to look forward to. She stopped. Removing her fur shoal and handing it off to one of her accompanying security freed her for the evening. 

The perfect time. Her perfect time to conduct this negotiation. She does admit the city lights are dazzling. It keeps her from getting home sick. As she spots the man she is to be with this evening, Lin Song sees how easy it is to forget that she is supposed to be. A tall man in black. “I was right when I said bigger and better.” 

She smiled, extending a hand which he took. “Corvus DeVille. We meet in person. Very fondly.” 

“Ms Song. It is a pleasure to host you this evening.” Corvus gave her knuckles a kiss. Ever present with his professionalism even following this morning’s issues. He put it aside for business. Opportunities are at hand. 

“Oh it will be,” she steps forward lifting her eyes to meet his face. “As you are such a gentleman but not only a charming one. A powerful one. A lucrative one I could not wait to meet. I admire what you have done here.” 

“Hm,” he hummed at her compliment. “I may say the same for you.” 

Lin held his gaze a second too long for business’ sake. What can she possibly say to meeting a man like this? He is very beautiful. Elegant. How can a woman not enjoy it? She dropped her hand, placing it to the curvature of her hip. Surveying the room she waved off her two security men. “We will be fine on our own. I would like to see Mr. DeVille’s office. May we conduct our talks there in privacy?” 

He offered a silent nod. A man of few words but she didn’t mind. Men like him are supposed to be this way. Yet he oozed with something else. An obvious appeal. When he motioned to follow for the elevator, she obliged in steady steps, her heels thundering with a purpose. 

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[terrifiesall]

"Landon will never accept what you do. Never tell him if you want to keep him. That is all the advice I may give." - mafia

"I will keep it to myself to the grave. I only will do what I need to keep it that way. And him safe and sound." She sighs. "You don't need to worry, Corvus."

[wickedandtrue]

Elijah: I would advise you to leave my crow alone. Stefani: Are you the new model? Elijah: You’re damn right I’m his model.

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[chaosbyblccd]

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Her screams were something to be held high in a choir. How she pleaded and begged to be spared. But she was nothing. Abusing children for a bigger pay check. Mother taught him. Not everyone is as nice. And with the way the world was. He takes an ax. The way bones crunched with each chop the way the blood spilled as a serene river. It was truly beautiful. He takes a step back. Looking at the arms. The legs. How she was displayed. A dark stain removed. He slicks back his hair. Blood running along his cheek as he stares in awe. 

There is a slight sound. Corbin doesn’t even hesitate removing his knife from his suit jacket. But the visitor wasn’t just anyone. “Father...” His brows furrows. Lowering his knife he turns to the body laid upon plastic. “...Did mother tell you where I was?..”