It's a bird! It's a plane! No, IT'S-- [Open/Active]

[omnomnomsweets]

Characters: Chaos, Kimbley, Break, feel free to hop in with anyone!
Setting: Greenhouse
Time: Day 15, mid-dayish
Summary: Two creepers and a demigod walk into a bar...
Warnings: Nothing yet?

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[chaotic_unmaker]

For the past... however long he had been in the house, chaos had been doing one of three things, more or less constantly. The first was exploring; he had, by now, compiled a complete map of the house, or at least what he could get to, as well as started database files on most of the house's ghosts and a few of its patrons. The second was caring for the house's residents - mostly in the form of Nina Tucker.

The third was sleeping. For a being who hadn't had any particular reason or need to do so for the past ten thousand or so years, he sure was catching up. His sleep schedule wasn't -human- by any stretch of the imagination, true, but it was there now, and it was something he was being forced to take time out to do.

On that note, chaos found himself under a tree in the greenhouse, arms folded behind his head, in a state of near-somnolent bliss that was really rather enjoyable (and only made possible by the extreme environment bodysuit he wore at all times). Or it was until he felt the prickling of an alien power being used somewhere in the near distance. The source was human, though, and he'd felt enough similar abilities being used to deduce its type. Alchemy, and of a fairly high order. The peculiar flavor told him its type - deconstructive. That got his attention. Sitting up slowly, he turned toward the sound of voices. Plural. Two people. One the alchemist he'd been woken by, and the other... a duality? Interesting...