Chaos.

It happens in Rhydin. It's part of day to day life in Rhydin. Somedays, there just seems to be more of it. Sometimes it bore itself internally, sometimes, externally. All the worse when chaos bore itself both, within and without.

Amid the chaotic bantering of his thoughts, the barrister sat in his office, absently cutting another string of a pattern, attached end to end, with Tara's scissors he'd absconded with. The floor was littered other pieces of cut up paper dusted with small cut pieces of paper in small shapes, with both sharp angles and wandering wavy edges, discarded as it fell from the scissors edge.

Lucien unfolded the paper, revealing an abstract and intricate pattern, repeated four times. He stared at the quartet, each seeming the same at first glance. However upon closer inspection, each one held its own character, the edges not bearing the same cut, each folded crease not exactly the same. A small smile cracked the barrister's thoughtful expression.

Just at that moment, the barrister's manservant entered the room, carrying a large box. Lucien rose to his feet. "You're timing is perfect, as always, Gwyr. Is that everything?" he queried indicating the box tied up with a large red bow.

"Aye, Gov'nor. This is the package from the shop. The lady seemed a little confused with the order, but it looks like it's all here." At the barrister's pleased expression, Gwyr nodded. "You want it delivered tae the Clubhouse, Gov'nor?"


That afternoon, the barrister's carriage road up to the path leading to the Clubhouse. The box was left at the door for the Harpies to discover.