Event Finished What in the Name of Chaos?

Cerra was waiting in line for grabbing a blood pack. It was dead blood, it didn't hold as much essence for her. Though apparently preferring having fresh blood was a bit more frowned upon. At least by those with beating hearts had a stigma against those who would rather drink fresh blood. But eventually she got her blood pack and she moved away from the line towards the tables. Cerra couldn't care any less if those with pumping blood saw her drinking dead essence, why should she be ashamed of it?

So Cerra sat down and pulled a tube which allowed her to drink it like a juice box some of the other students were having. As she sat Cerra pulled out a sketch pad and some simple paints, once that was set up Cerra seemed to change her focus from what was around her to something else. To the outside viewer Cerra would look almost high, or tripping out, as some would call it. But Cerra was listening to the Chior of Beggingings, the First Flash of Iluminations, that which made the universe. That which she simply called Creation. In her vision swam colors of thousand different shades and vibracnies. Those around her gave off color as they intereacted, and mixed with each other trying to achieve that white brilliance that had created them.

Her brush flowed as she stared into the distance in front of her, the swirls and changing colors she attempted to capture on her page. In this way Cerra saw futures, pasts and what happened in the Present. It was a beautiful thing and Cerra hoped that one day she might be able to show this brilliant ballet to the world... but something changed. Her vision filled with a burning hot red color. If physical it would be painful to touch. Blinking Cerra's vision changed back to that normal spectrum the unenlighted called sight and found she was looking at a man. He was trying to give her something. Looking down she saw it was a flyer for some election or what not. While she was looking at him though she noticed that her page was full of that passionate, firey, red that had only briefly consumed her vision before. around them was the colors of the background but it seemed creation had placed this man in front of her. "You who are of Flaming Chaos, what do you wish of this one that the beating hearts call Cerra?"

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He had to check beside him and it confused Cerra why he did this as she was only talking to him. But eventually he asked if he was 'Flaming Chaos' so this beating heart must not have much in terms of mental capabilities. "Yes, for this is told to me by Creation. For when I look upon you all I see is the swirl of colors akin the that of a roaring chaotic flame." Cerra turned her painting around to show him what she saw before he arrived in front of her.

"However it seems you have come to me for some reason beyond hearing the name that the universe has provided." and with a simple quick motion she pulled the flyer away from Chaos and read it. It was for some sort of election coming up, why were they electing people? Was it for some sacrifice or something. "This one is not quite sure what it means by election... or what a President is. I do not pay much attention to what you Beating Hearts do all the time."

Cerra flipped the paper over a few times as she sipped her blood pack. Grimacing a bit when she stopped for a moment as she let the aftertaste fade. "Though from what I see, you wish to become this.... President."

"I do not know what other vampire clans do for who is in charge. The Nosral clan as we are the chosen of Creation follow the Will of Creation. So They Who Lead The Choir is chosen and the clan follow. And that is that." Cerra shrugged at this as there was nothing more she could add to her comment.

But something that did make her tilt her head this time was this whole student president thing. "Is there any reason why we should do this? It seems ineffective, surely there is one amongst the other students that could give direction to a directionless mass of beating hearts. I thought that the teachers would be more apt to give proper direction." The blinking confused look of Cerra was evident as she tried to comprehend this.

Cerra rolled her eyes at this, he even admitted that the whole process was inefficient "If the whole thing is as inefficient as you say then it is best to make something more efficient that is better for the whole." Cerra sighed and took another drink from the blood pack thinking. "I should assume then that you have come before me asking for my assistance in getting you a faux throne? I hope you realise that this whole thing brings to mind the games monarchs played to achieve their own chance of rule."

Moving her paint book back around, the paint was dry enough now that she flipped it over and began to let her hands move on their own. Creating while her mind and body were set to the conversation. "They would ask the oracle, the mad man. Those normally avoided by their society to ask for certainty in their campaigns, be they military or political. A good few may have been my ancestors. But I think I moved us away from the subject. Were you attempting to ask my assistance in your rise to power over your fellows?"

"I possess the ability to listen to Creation. And Creation can tell me that which it makes reality. Some of these things are of the future so yes I have the ability to know glimpses of the future." Cerra looked up into Chaos's face. Her vision faded to that of the Colors again and she saw the swirling fire once more before returning. "And from what it is telling me at the moment is that you will be in the Council at the very least. It does not want to 'spoil' this apparently." Cerra shrugged.

"It did not matter if you came up to me like I was another retched beating heart. Creation sent you to stand in front of me and so I must do as Creation bids." Cerra finished what she had been painting and looking down she saw other colors that to her indicated people. Though she had not met them yet, she sighed "It appears that this 'Election' will be interuppting more of my days in the near future." Cerra took another draft from the blood bag, it was almost finished.