CHAOS

[shixten.livejournal.com]

[a tall, red-haired woman in an unusual grey and white coat is writing on the wall.

The coat is cut like an Org coat, but peculiarly patterned - it is mostly grey suede, with patches of white leather in a spiral pattern. She also has black tattoos on her hands, which are ungloved. the tattoos seem to snake up her arms - more cover her neck. Indeed, likely they cover her body from the neck down.

She is scribbling and talking to herself]

I have seen the patterns and I know what IS and what IS NOT
the WHEEL turns and I have SEEN and ho ho ho they will KNOW

we STAND between the CANDLE and the STAR between DARK and LIGHT I am I am I am

SONG and SILENCE, speak UNTO ME. I am the Speaker of Words. I am the Solar Oracle. Tell me WORDS and speak the SONG to me. I am that which IS and IS NOT.

Comments

[aural-insert.livejournal.com]

Song and Silence, eh? Funny, not many people around here have a need for sound.

[parasitically.livejournal.com]

[well, this isn't something he's seen before.]

We'll know what?

[slavetothewheel.livejournal.com]

[reclining with his feet propped up] Yeah and I'm the Pied Piper, lady. [wipes nose with his hand and looks bored]

[shixten.livejournal.com]

Firedancer
walker of the Wheel
Your comments matter little
Spoken with you before, I have
Know you, I do, and matter little
and matter everything
Yes. Essential and not. I Name you. Firedancer.
One of Many. The Wheel turns
as you well know...
[continues writing]

[shixten.livejournal.com]

everything

[slavetothewheel.livejournal.com]

[raises eyebrows and stares]

....Hrrmmm, strong with the force, I am.

[bursts out laughing] You're a real trip.

[shixten.livejournal.com]

And so she speaks; the Song and Silence; and I know you for you have known me, Seeker, Fool.

*without looking, throws a Tarot card at her feet, the Fool* and follower, and all things and the Madness creeps In. Song and Silence.

[shixten.livejournal.com]

[throws her head back and laughs]

YES. Trip! Madness. YES I am MAD! CRAZY AS A COCONUT. OBSERVANT OF YOU. TO NOTICE. YES.

[slavetothewheel.livejournal.com]

[Woah. Just... woah.]

...Yeeeaah, have fun with that.

[shixten.livejournal.com]

...
I can be sane when it suits me. Do you want something, Axel?

[slavetothewheel.livejournal.com]

[looks down at the floor and glances back up at her] Um... No. I'm good.

[aural-insert.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow] Indeed? [picks up the Fool] Yes, I was once the fool, the hero. [hands card back]

Now I am what I am. [gestures out] And no more.

[shixten.livejournal.com]

You are certain? You do not wish to know your future? Or other truths? No enlightenment today? I could re-name you if you so desired. Make you something new and different.

... or not. *goes back to writing*

[shixten.livejournal.com]

And I, once the Sun, once the Magician both, Light and Secrets and mystery. Perhaps still. now only poet, I am, second of Twilight and last of ...

Depends. on universe. Am I who? I know you. Speak to me.

[slavetothewheel.livejournal.com]

Yeah, no, really. I'm good. Thanks. Just go about yer... Yeah.

[Yeesh. Weird.]

[aural-insert.livejournal.com]

I'm Uneryx, now. Hmm. There's no Shixten in my universe, or if there is i've yet to meet her. We're inserts, no hearts, no libido, no stupidity. We only lives to kill Sues, in my 'verse.

[places index finger on lips]

And I am guessing by the coat that your 'verse is not mine.

[plan-alternate.livejournal.com]

The turning wheel... they... the... the people I met elsewhere, they mentioned something like that.

[shixten.livejournal.com]

Eric Andrew Levine.

You are part of the wheel, yes. Ground under its spokes, sadly. And yet, risen again, for the Wheel turns as the Wheel wills.

[plan-alternate.livejournal.com]

[jumps]

How do you know my name?

[shixten.livejournal.com]

Is and isn't. Depends on who you ask. When you ask.

In all ways I was once Tenshi.

In some ways I know Ixuceln. I was his Superior. He fears me and rightly so. But for that self the Element is Sun and the weapon is a Cat o Nine Tails.

THIS me, I am not sure. Betwixt, between. In another dream you are my partner or could be. Possibility that has no yet been resolved. You are the Sound of Silence.

... headphones?

[shixten.livejournal.com]

[smirks] [rolls up one sleeve] Heh. I thought the scars would give it away. [even though for this one they're tattoos]

[aural-insert.livejournal.com]

Ah... then you are referring to that other setting, the one where I am yet to be, or maybe never to be, should she decide which way it proceeds.

[pulls them off] Technically I was given a bat, but... I seem to prefer these.

[plan-alternate.livejournal.com]

Then... what...

[head tilt] What happened?

[shixten.livejournal.com]

yes

In that world, this is my weapon. *turns and displays quill pen* *smile*
... in another, I'm much more sane, and THIS is mine. *flicks the quill pen while speaking a strange word, and it becomes a cat 'o nine tails*

[shixten.livejournal.com]

Songbird.

[plan-alternate.livejournal.com]

Who?

[aural-insert.livejournal.com]

hmm. interesting.

If that is doable, then... well, far be it from me to know the future, but in here, all is possible, so..

[focuses and forms a bow from the headphones.]

[shixten.livejournal.com]

Pale blond. Xemnas' Nightengale. A dreamer. My Judas.

[plan-alternate.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a right proper bitch.

[shixten.livejournal.com]

Exactly. *flicks the pen into a halberd*

Flames afar; Foes aflame! Fire of Heaven, Fire of the Lost Heart, I call unto thee! *and yeah, fire.*

[aural-insert.livejournal.com]

So what power is that? All I can do is this. [SUDDENLY, SONIC BOOM]

[shixten.livejournal.com]

Yes. And once one of my best friends.

[plan-alternate.livejournal.com]

Oh. I'm sorry.

...

do you still tell good stories?

this is cracking me up and I'm not sure why

[parasitically.livejournal.com]

Uh.

Okay, good luck with that.

:3

[shixten.livejournal.com]

...
Ice cream? *hands*

[shixten.livejournal.com]

There are many words. Are there stories? I know not. Hard to discern simple words, to compose, to gain focus.

[plan-alternate.livejournal.com]

Ah, I see.

my new hero

[parasitically.livejournal.com]

[takes it apprehensively]

... Thanks.

Re: my new hero

[shixten.livejournal.com]

*nods absently before going back to writing completely batshit poetry*