Brave Galaxy is set in a world loosely based on Hiro Mashima’s Fairy Tail and Eden’s Zero. It is a PG-13 or so rated space fantasy RP, and uses a combination of character statistics, which can be acquired via roleplaying and events, and creative freedom to help direct players’ characters. While there is a main storyline, which can be found in the events section, characters are free to interact with others and their environment however they see fit.
Explore the galaxy. Overcome the obstacles in your path. Shape the future of humanity.
Veruka sat her bag down on the counter of the backroom of the club, and pulled out her makeup bag. It was about 3 hours before the opening of the club, and the entire building was dead silent. She ruffled through the bag and withdrew a couple of face products and eventually eyeshadow. She created a bright pink eye and drew on her signature big lips. She could smell the food being cooked in the kitchen, and the clink of the glasses as the club began to come to life. Other girls eventually strolled in giving a disgusted look at Veruka, as she arranged her long hair into a tight ponytail which she crimped and curled to create lots of volume. She finished her hair and makeup and rummaged through her bag as the other girls eyed her expensive products and clothing. She pulled out a hot pink latex two piece and strolled into the changing room, soon returning as the music in the club turned on. She pulled on her tall boots and added one more layer on her lips and proceed up stairs to the stage.
It was an extremely busy night, one of the busiest Veruka had ever seen, as she danced provocatively around the most upfront pole. The other girls eventually came up to the floor and the competition soon began, each dancer pulling more extravagant stunts than the last. As Veruka jumped onto the pole, a man walked up to the stage in front of her. He was dressed in a full suit, which was not uncommon of high end customers coming from a job. He wore sunglasses and had gray hair flowering around his bulbous forehead. What an interesting choice in eyewear, Veruka thought as she cascaded down from the pole. When she reached the bottom he threw a large stack of bills in her direction, she once again rotated around the pole and when she circled back around he was gone. She collected her money, to her surprise a great amount, and once again climbed to the top. And she performed her signature move as she rapidly slid down the pole spiraling and spreading her legs into a split. As her left leg made contact with the ground a scream erupted from across the club followed by a crashing of a glass hitting the floor. A large man standing off to the side signaled for the dancers to evacuate the stage, which was common in these situations. They stalked off the left of the stage clutching bills, and eventually made their way back into the makeup room. They all proceeded to sit down on the chairs in front of the mirrors, and touched up and chatted about the event. “Some drunk, probably having a little too much fun” one said as she patted her forehead with a sponge. “Anyone wanna join me for a smoke outside?” another dancer asked. A group of four of five girls walked out the back of the room. Suddenly they all walked back looking slightly annoyed. “Ok someone can unlock the door, were not on lockdown here!” one exclaimed looking panicked. The large man also looked slightly concerned and walked over silently. A banging could be heard on the exterior door followed by a grunt. They all walked back and the man said in a low and burly tone “Someone somehow looked the door from the outside, were stuck in here”. Four other club security guards ran into the room and exclaimed “were locked in!” All the girls began to panic and Veruka began to reach for her crystal handbag containing her twin knives, sensing danger. A man wearing the name tag “Spencer” began speaking quickly and in a panicked tone “All the exterior doors are locked and and there is no other way out”. Another spoke in a low voice “The lady that shrieked has lost all her vision and her eyes have gone completely blind, and it seems to be spreading among the people in the club”. All eyes fell on the tallest man who served as the head of club security. ‘What do we do?” A dancer asked in panic. His eyes wandered around the room and set on Veruka. “I dont know”.
Post by Reya Starlyght on May 21, 2019 16:53:09 GMT
A club. Why oh why did Avina choose to meet in one, over all other options found on that particular strip in Trillium? Of course, they could have requested some place else, or at least he could have, but Eris had agreed to it without a second thought. Avina was a picky woman, apparently, but still couldn't there be a slightly more business-like location? The thickness in the air as a result of all the bodies was palpable, and the flashing lights illuminating the darkness only served to further annoying him. "I hope she gets here soon," he said, tapping his fingers on the wooden countertop they sat at, its surface slightly sticky. His digits then wrapped around the glass in front of him, bringing the whiskey to his lips.
"Oh, come on. They at least have a bar," Eris replied, in which he offered a breath of resignation.
"Yeah, it's about the only redeeming quality." She laughed, shaking her head. His gaze followed the movement of the bartender in front of them, the man moving back in forth in a practiced yet hurried manner. Leo assumed it was just normal protocol for a moment, until the shriek from a customer registered in his mind, and quickly a multitude of dancers he hadn't been paying attention to were escorted off the stage. "Hmm, our meeting might have to be postponed for a bit," Leo commented, pointing at the scene unfolding, people pushing against the doors that seemed to be unmoving.
Eris sighed, and they both got off their barstools, her gesturing toward where the bartender was heading. A back room, where he held clutching a communicator, speaking hushed tones into it. "I... I don't know what's happening... there... there was a man... wearing sunglasses...." he stuttered, stopping as he turned back and saw them. "You two shouldn't be here."
She closed the door to the main area of the club and locked it. "We may be able to help your... predicament. I presume you need to get to the rest of the staff?” He nodded, still confused, in which she presented a card, not standard identification but indicating she was a member of IMG. Neither of them certainly looked the part, her in black slacks with deep plum pumps and a sleeveless shirt the former color although ordained with flowers of the latter. Leo wore a maroon dress shirt with tan pants and brown shoes, cuffs rolled up just past mid-forearm.
The employee shrugged. “Sure, you two can come with.” He then jerked his head toward a passage nearby, it eventually leading to the make-up room where security and performers alike conglomerated. ”Mercs,” he offered to one of the guards, in which the man in black gave Leo and Eris a passing glance, then continued on with what he had been doing.
Veruka glanced around the room at the mere 14 or 15 people, now all staring at each other It was clear that the group was in need of both information and guidance, however none were currently present. She glanced at the two mercenaries, confused by there shocking confidence. They stood, practically unbothered, as they gazed around the room surveying the group. All the dancers moved in a frenzy, panicking, and all the guards seemed to congregate in a circle. It was still unclear what the current situation was, however the guards seemed to be panicked enough, that Veruka could tell it was serious. She started to piece together what she had heard from the guards and what she had seen. The glass breaking, the scream, the doors, the women. The words ran over and over through her head, and as she though she began to hear the voice of the guards rise. She couldn't fully hear but she heard one particular guard whisper
"Her eyes... They turned, completely white. I have never seen anything like it..." The thoughts of the night ran through her head again as she began to pack up her bag, then her hand felt the cool thin feel of paper, lots of it. She withdrew the large amounts of cash she received, and instantly she visualized the sun glassed man. The man, the cash, the glass, the scream, the doors. She tried to time out when exactly he left, and he surely had adequate time to reach the bar after he left the front of the stage, she thought. She moved over to the group of dancers huddled together in the corner.
"Did any of you see a man wearing sunglasses tonight?" she asked urgently.
"what does it matter to you?", a sharp voice said.
"Just answer the question!" Veruka said, raising her voice slightly. Silence fell among the dancers, until one stepped forward clutching a large amount of cash.
"I did" she said, almost silently.
Four other dancer, all holding large amounts of cash, also stepped forward claiming to see the man. Veruka began to think how it could have been possible. All six of them lined up the time period when the man came forward, and they came to the conclusion that he had came up to them all during the begging, of the very same song, and left at the same time. Veruka slowly backed away from the huddle, and proceeded towards the huddle of guards.
"There are six men here tonight, all dressed the same and all disappeared within minutes of the scream" she said loudly to the group. The guards all slowly turned, and the mercenaries watched her with interest.
Post by Reya Starlyght on May 22, 2019 17:13:34 GMT
The situation in the room unfolded, Leo and Eris standing in a corner as others panicked. Even for security, an outbreak of apparent blindness was far beyond their pay grade, after all for the most part guards were only hired for intimidation tactics, at least in the case of clubs. His hand was brought up to his lip, pulling at it for a moment as one the dancers, elvish as told by her ears, seemed to take command of the scene. Despite the silence that fell over the small group, commotion could still be heard from just outside. "Unfortunately, we don't have much information...." Eris trailed off, twisting her mouth about for a moment before raising her finger suddenly, and in her hand appeared a leaf from a palm frond, and her staff strapped onto her back. The foilage quickly transformed into a small, green snake, which slithered under the door of the employees' area into the general floor.
"When did you get that?" Leo asked, eyebrows raised. She just smiled, winking, before nodding in the direction of the other people in the room.
"They might need a little guidance."
"Yeah, I see that," he grumbled. Leo clapped his hands twice, drawing the attention of the room. "Alright, listen up. Your club has been infected, by who or what is yet unknown but it is obviously of the esoteric nature. In all likelihood magic is at play, perhaps spread through the eyes as the only lead seems to be the men you dancers are speaking of. Stop panicking for a moment, and clearer information should come."
The serpent Eris had sent out re-entered the room, curling around her pointer finger. Her brows furrowed, and her gaze passed by the room. "Where are the bouncers?" she questioned, soon directed to a trio of burly men. Eris looked up at them, unimpressed. "Well then, did you three see these men pass by the doors earlier?" The snake crumbled to dust, dismissed by her, and she rubbed her thumb and index together skeptically.
"No, madam," the bravest one answered, in which she sighed, looking back at Leo.
"It's definitely magic, spreading throughout the club by eye contact. While the latter could have a scientific explanation, if we really wanted to try, there's no way the bouncers wouldn't have seen the men or anyone carrying a change of fancy clothes."
He nodded, glancing upward for a second. "Sounds like possession, blindness can be a common side effect. Perhaps a poltergeist controlling them? It would explain why the women were given money, and why a club was the target was affected in the first place. And, of course, the locking doors." Leo ran his hand through his hair.
Veruka watched annoyingly as the overly confident mercs seemed to deduce that the club had been infested with poltergeists. They calmly stood there, which made Veruka extremely frustrated. She quickly lost patience and grabbed her bag and proceeding towards the back door, muttering under her breath about how she planned on getting out of this mess herself. When she reached the door she pushed up against it, gently at first and then with increasing amounts of force till she found herself pounding and kicking on the door.
She stormed back into the room containing the rest of the group, and frustratingly glanced around the room. No one seemed to even notice her as they were clearly still attempting to figure out their current poltergeist predicament. She grabbed her bag containing her knives and slipped out of the room, seemingly unnoticed. She proceeded down the dark hallway until she found her way behind the stage at the front of the club. She found the ladder to her right, as she has many times before, and hoisted herself up scaling the ladder quickly. She reached the top of it and gazed over the scaffolding that stretched around the entire club. She skillfully swung herself onto it, and made her way to the area above the bar. She gazed over the bar as masses of people, clearly blind, wandered around equally terrified and confused. A small group of what seemed to be unaffected individuals, huddled around the frond door banging on it desperately. Then from the center of the crowd, she could see one of the men in the black suits. she quickly swung herself from bar to bar until she crept down one of the poles spanning from the scaffolding to the floor. She silently reached the floor and made her way through the crowd.
The man slowly moved from person to person, without sunglasses. Veruka grabbed her knives and swiftly and silently crept up behind him. She raised her right hand and quickly swung it down until it was stopped inches from his neck. His hand reached around, and now had a tight lock on Verukas small wrist. He began to turn around, and Veruka quickly looked down to shield her eyes from his blinding gaze. She violently swung with her right arm with her second knife until it struck what she believed to be his arm. He released his grip and she quickly moved backwards once again keeping her eyes down to the ground. She could see his shiny black shoes making progress towards her and she darted into the crowd, and around in a wide circle appearing on the other side of him. She threw the knife from her right hand, and much to her surprise, the man managed to catch it from behind him. It became clear to her that as the men feed on the vision of others, their own became increasingly stronger, and their peripheral vision expands to all around them. She quickly darted towards him and sliced at his right wrist, as she slid across the ground retrieving her second knife. She once again ran towards him, blindly slicing as she felt his large hand rake her across the chest, leaving a stinging set of four lateral cuts. Finally she struck what she thought was his chest, then quickly sliced what would have been his neck with her left knife. She felt a large gust of air fly out of the wound and as she slowly looked up, a large white ghastly figure emerged from the body and floated upwards towards the ceiling. From numerous bar members, a small amount of a similar smoke rose from their eye region and joined the figure, on its exit from the club. It was clear that they had regained their sight by how they immediately began to compose themselves. From the crowd she could see 4 other men rushing forwards and knowing she couldn't take them all on, slid back up the pole and into the safety of the dark scaffolding.
She once again returned to the makeup room, clicking her stilettos slightly louder, to make her presence known as she emerged through the door. She looked up to see the mercs looking at the sets of cuts on her upper chest. Raising her head she said "There are five of them left in the bar, and as they feed on the sight of others they grow stronger. But when they are slain, the eyesight of their prey returns and they disappear." She spoke louder in a more playful tone next, "so mercs, time to show us what you can really do".
Post by Reya Starlyght on May 28, 2019 12:50:50 GMT
Oh how hopeless the impatient could be, buzzing with anticipation and fear, riled up because of events beyond their own comprehension. An elf out of all the employees present, certainly a relatively young one by her actions, had been the first to break, in which Leo merely sighed, watching her panic unfold through a hand on his face. There was nothing that could be done, however, at some point people reached their breaking point and it seemed she was already at that stage. Other dancers and even security guards seemed anxious, but at least they had no other rash thoughts, nor did they comment on the elf girl. Better to keep things quiet, to not draw attention to a potential victim.
"Is there a kitchen back here?" Eris asked, in which one worker nodded, though again confused. "Someone, go boil a pot of water and pour salt in it, the more the better. And bring a shaker or two back." All she got for a moment were blank stares. "Supernatural entities don't tend to like salt, and for weaker spirits it can be fatal. Unless someone here is a priest, it's one of the better options we have." A woman dressed in the attire of a cook walked out of the room and into a back passage, a server following her. The latter soon returned with a industrial sized container of the substance, handing it to Eris. She sprinkled several lines across all the door frames leading to the room they gathered in, then setting the salt down at a nearby table.
Before the cook could return, however, the elf dancer walked into the room, apparently alive and somewhat intact although slashes criss-crossed her chest. Leo took a cautionary step back, ready to assume a defensive stance before realizing her eyes were the same hue as previous and relaxed again. For a moment he peered at the woman's weapons, encrusted with jewels much to his distaste but beneath the coating of blood he could see the fine, smooth grind, telling as to what metal the blades consisted of.
"Likely all you did was kill a man," Leo muttered though more so chiding than anything remorseful, voice gradually increasing in volume. "A spirit isn't usually vanquished just because their vessel dies. Those blades are quite... decorated, but nonetheless they're forged of steel, which while effective in most situations unfortunately does little to nothing against ghosts unless it's salted or consecrated. Pure iron works best, however." Almost as if on cue, the cook returned with a steaming pot of water, placing it on a table.
"Anyone willing to take a stand, dip your weapons in the water. Otherwise, stay here and you should be safe. It's likely the ghost you cast out," she made eye contact with the elf for a brief moment, "will be looking for a new host, probably male. Keep your guard up." She slid Benediction off her shoulder, dipping its blade into the hot water. In his right hand Leo summoned forth his longsword, doing the same. He offered a half smirk in the direction of the elf, them both soon walking out the door into the din of the club floor.
It was indeed chaos, people fumbling about in a panic probably appropriate giving what was occuring, although quite annoying nevertheless. They both shut their eyes for the moment, utilizing their other senses, one in particular, to determine where the possessed men were. Yes, while most of the attendees seemed to carry normal life about them, there were a few that were twisted with the unnatural, five as a matter of fact. The nearest was not far off, and so looking down at the ground Leo headed off in his direction, while Eris took another path. He held Dualist at his side, in a way that would be rather hard for others to see that he was holding a weapon without looking down. Soon, he was within closing distance of the man, shoving past a variety of patrons and shielding his eyes. With a quick upward stab Leo punctured his flesh and heart, once again asserting his gaze as the man fell over, soon evaporating into dust. Likewise, Eris swung her spear at another's throat, the same process occuring. A wave of shouting occured soon after, as many of the customers had their vision returned, the confusion continuing to rise. Leo and Eris reunited in the middle of the area, her sighing. "This is turning into a mess."
Veruka stood, taken aback, as the two mercs walked out of the room. She glanced over at the pot of boiling water, and felt somewhat ashamed of her actions, that were know belittled by the two mercenaries. She stalked over to the pot of water and glanced into, as the rush of steam came up into her face. She quickly dipped both of her knives into the water, and then rushed to a mirror. She grabbed her touch up bag and gave herself a quick pep talk as she brushed some more makeup across her face. She tightened her ponytail, and applied one last coat of lip gloss before proceeding towards the exit door. She listened to the silence that had apparently fell upon the room, which Veruka had never acknowledged until now. She turned and glanced at the room around her. Everyone stared at her, without making a word, or moving at all really. "Well are you gonna help or not?" she asked the dancer to her near right. The small frail bodied dancer, looking to have no interest in any sort of violence, looked up into Verukas large eyes without a single word. Veruka, for about the fifth time that night, felt extremely annoyed looking at the miserable group surrounding her. "Well Im not going to let those mercs protect me, or anyone else here for that matter. I wouldn't trust them with a rodent infestation, let alone ghosts". Her attempt to rally seemed to have lackluster effects, and Veruka stomped out o the room.
The club seemed to be an absolute chaotic mess as people rushed around, in a constant cycle of regaining sight, and once again loosing it. It was clear that the mercs were still unsuccessful with the current infestation. Veruka found this extremely intriguing, and almost funny as she mumbled to herself as she slid through the crowd. She saw one of the mercs pushing through a crowd of the crazed bar members heading towards what looked to be anther one of the possessed men. "Oh I don't think so" she said as she slid through the crowd till she was near the man. She quickly launched herself in the direction of the man and quickly stabbed his right leg, but it did not have the desired affect as he kicked her with extreme force, with his left leg. Being extremely light, Veruka sailed through the crowd somehow loosing both of her knives. The man continued to move towards her so she quickly got up and charged him. Her left leg sailed up firmly connecting with his jaw and he fumbled backwards, using this time Veruka glanced around the area searching for her knives with no luck. The man once again charged forward, and Veruka, out of options, bent over into a hand stand and flung herself up and over the man, and once landing behind him, kicked him in the back firmly causing him to fall flat on his stomach on the ground. As she tried to figure out her next move, a voice rose over the crowd coming from in front of Veruka and the man, who began to slowly rise from the ground. "Over here" the voice said, and Verukas eyes followed the voice, and from the crowd she could see the small dancer holding her knives. She held up her hands, but the man had fully risen from the ground and blocked her view. Having an awful large amount of trust, she ran towards the man and jumped into the air. Just as she suspected, the dancer had thrown the knives, and she grabbed them both as she sailed over the man. She landed behind them, and dashed over to him and stabbed him square in the chest with one knife and with the other slit his throat. A powdery substance fell from both wounds until he vanished, without a trace.
Post by Reya Starlyght on May 29, 2019 16:57:44 GMT
At least the elvish dancer accomplished taking down one of the men, although certainly in an overt fashion. Whatever, he supposed it was a tool of her profession. Having learned from her mistakes, she at least removed the ghost from existence along with its host. With three taken care of, only two corporeal spirits remained, yet they were some distance away from their current location. "You know, this predicament has not improved my opinion on clubs," Leo commented. Eris smirked, laughing.
"I would hope not. Come on, let's finish them off." He nodded, and they headed in the direction of the final pair of aggressors. The men stood back to back, apparently aware of their accomplices' demise. Their position would make the task of elimination more difficult, yet not impossible. Eris threw her head to the right, and so she approached from that direction, him from the opposite. However, instead of them both simply shutting their eyes, Eris raised the hand not on her weapon up, extending forth from it two thick vines that quickly entangled the men's vision. Racing forward in a rush of reddened flower petals, she lunged her spear at her target's chest, piercing his heart. He soon disintegrated into nothing, and so too did the other man, struck down by Leo's thick cut to his head, severing more than a few arteries along with his spinal cord.
"Well then, that's over. Let's hope the disembodied one just decided to leave," he said. It seemed the sights of all the attendees were returning, and with that they moved back toward the employee's area, for although the job was done it was likely the individuals remaining in that area wouldn't know such, nor would they probably know how to address the situation to the patrons. However, just as he reached to grab for the door Leo hesitated, turning back. "Apparently it did not." There was a throbbing present at the side of his temple, and then a voice.
"Bend to me, thy mortal soul."
Leo choked for a moment, laughter soon emanating from his throat. "If you're going to pretend you're as old as me, at least use the right words. It's thou, not thy. Banischen." As he spoke the final word, almost in a gargled tone, a mist shimmered in front of his gaze, in which Leo promptly swept his blade over it. The poltergeist's form became tangible for a moment, before crumbling to dust. "Well, now it's over," he stated, weapon disappearing into the void.
"It tried to possess you?" Eris asked, in which he nodded. Then, his fingers finally grasped the handle and pulled, them both soon emerging in the chaotic make-up room. "The spirits have been dealt with," she announced. "All of you may want to check on your patrons."
Seeing that the ghastly problem had been appropriately dealt with, Veruka proceeded through the chaos of the club to the bar for what she felt was a well deserved drink. All the bartenders appeared to be absent, likely somewhere in the no longer blind mob, so she grabbed a glass and began to mix up her favorite drink. She poured a large amount of vodka into a glass, and then followed that up with a splash of a pinkish solution. She then mixed this solution, and poured it into a small glass topped with a cherry. She sat on the stool and calmly sipped out of an equally bright pink straw, as she evaluated the situation of the bar. It wasn't likely that people would be coming back into this bar, meaning Veruka was going to have to find another source of work. Maybe she could find another hit man job tonight, she thought hopefully. and with that she topped off her glass and started back through the crowd in the direction of the makeup room.
Once back in the room she joined all the other dancers packing up their things. She quickly changed out of the bright pink latex costume, and packed it away in her large bag. She packed up all her makeup, and returned her rhinestoned knives into her sparkling purse. She pulled the only other item in the purse, her bright red lipstick and put on yet another layer. She picked up all her things and proceeded out the door, making her way towards the main exit.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Jun 16, 2019 23:50:29 GMT
They turned to head back out to the general area, taking a brief seat at the stools they had previously occupied. However, soon Eris retrieved the phone in her pocket, answering a call with a sigh and a down turn of her expression. As soon as the link disconnected, she looked at Leo, shaking her head. "Avina wants to move the meeting spot after what happened," she started, in which he nodded for it wasn't all that unreasonable. Then, she continued. "To Oracle's." His lips curled upward in disgust at her addendum, for the establishment mentioned was unpleasant even when he was half-drunk and in a good mood. Neither was the case at the present time.
"Is this meeting really all that important? Last time we went there all hell broke loose; I'm not even sure they'll allow us back in." Leo ran his hand through his hair, placing his elbow on the counter top for a moment.
She shrugged. "I'd hope they'd kick the racists out instead if it were to happen again," Eris muttered. "But yes, it is. The woman's one of the more amenable members of Cardinal Enigma. Remember them?"
"Yep, yep. It was a pain in the ass the last time we had to deal with them. To Oracle's we go, then."Oracle's was a stingy home of night life, a some ten minutes from their current location, and notorious for the less than cordial customers they tended to invite in along with the standard crowd. Not just criminals, no, they were both perfectly fine with that, but people whose personal opinions tended to cause... strife, to say the least. The local police were more than familiar with the issues that often arose, and often undercover law enforcement circled the place, which was why he in particular held disdain. At least there was some irony in it having been the location Avina had chosen, or perhaps she simply hoped to pay off some officers were the details of their business to become known. Or she expected them to pay the bribe, which would be just lovely.
Regardless, soon they were on their way to the club's exit, annoyingly amidst the scores of others currently trying to do the same. On the way, he caught another glimpse of the elf who had helped deal with the poltergeist problem, now in more civilian clothing. He guessed she held no true obligation to the club, though not entirely sure on how her particular line of work operated, and had predicted a quickly dwindling crowd that would be bad for business. Entertaining a notion for a moment, he grinned in her direction. "You weren't too bad with those blades. Ever considered mercenary work? I'm sure it pays a lot more than dancing."