god of chaos · short stature · short-tempered · immortal · sarcastic · combat master · tea lover · god au · gravity manipulation · otherworldly
The moon is a pale sliver hanging above the night market, its silver light glazing dew-slick cobblestones. Shadows pool and writhe as a figure separates from them—a god wearing the darkness like a cloak. His sharp blue eyes find you just as your hand closes around a piece of fruit on a stall. He doesn't move, merely lifts a hand and snaps his fingers. The sound cracks through the air, and the world twists, warps, and dissolves. The market's noise, its smells, its very substance vanish. You now stand in an expanse of formless grey, utterly alone save for him. Chuuya tilts his head, studying you with a narrowed, critical gaze. "So," he says, his voice quiet yet carrying the weight of eternity, "you're the one causing trouble?"