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.
All of the eyes of the bar patrons turned and swiveled to catch sight of the slender, pale redhead with flowing locks that cascaded down her shoulders onto the plain plaid shirt that she wore. Her legs were wrapped in skinny jeans and a puffy-style jacket completed the ensemble. Careful eyes would have also noted the slight bulge in the jacket that concealed Blood's Tear, her chosen weapon.
Strolling into the bar, she had no trouble clocking all of the gazes of the various patrons. Her emerald eyes barely registered them, not finding anyone who was an obvious mark to exploit. Sauntering up to the counter, she slapped money down and ordered a shot of tequila. Once again her keen gaze scanned the room, now simply looking for interesting faces that might be worth talking to, just to see what might be gained.
Her questing gaze fell upon a young man whose lines gave him a certain angularity. He was seated at a high table off in one corner, looking lost in thought. As per usual, Emily simply walked up to him, grinned and introduced herself.
"Emily here! You look thoughtful. Penny for them?"
Post by Reya Starlyght on Nov 10, 2019 22:56:06 GMT
Everything was wrong.
There was nothing else to say, really. Every part of his body seemed to ache in pain and yearn for something far more terrible, every cell suddenly electricized in inky depths, his mind trembling just to maintain a grip on reality. He wanted to disappear, meld into the shadows and become nothing more than a distant memory, how easy would that be? Fingers intertwined, then rapped the table, then repeated it over and over again. From under the sleeve of his jacket did he rub at the gauze beneath, a most dangerous game as he instinctively moved to unbind his own forearms, both out of recognition that no injury lay underneath and from a far darker desire. At last did his grip seek purchase upon the bottle before him, its contents of whiskey raised to his lips as he emptied it to the dregs. Disappointing, he knocked on the table far louder than before, a waiter soon coming about though he did not even pay them a glance, handing off the empty container with a simple request for another.
Leo paid no heed to the other patrons of the establishment, nor the door itself. Alone, in a corner, it was the closest he could get to true isolation in a public place, the nature of the bar also assisting in his endeavor. It was not quiet, necessarily, but neither was it overexuberant, not expecting spectators to drunken debacles nor participants in wily games. An ideal dive to get wasted at, and one in Trillium that he frequented rather often. It was different, though, that night, the haunting reality of a new catastrophe set upon him. He knew not how to quell it, a primal, threatening hunger that... and then did the waiter come back around, delivery in hand. He wasted no time upon savoring the alcohol, his goal in mind quite evident.
And then a girl disrupted the ounce of tranquility he had managed to wrest into his consciousness. Leo nearly emitted a growl, however his voice managed deadpan in its stead. "What do you want?" The true message was clear despite it, leave.
If anything in Leo's tone was going to dissuade Emily, it would have already. Without being asked, she climbed up onto the bar stool and leaned her elbows on the table. Her perceptive green eyes fixed on him, running up and down as if assessing him. She smiled again. There was something flat in her eyes for a moment, but it quickly disappeared. "I'd say that you're a guy who needs to talk. Looks like you've been drinking your lunch and now you're onto your dinner. Come on, spill to a stranger. Who's gonna notice? I won't know anyone you talk about..."
One hand rested close to Blood's Tear. There was a barely perceptible tension in Emily's body, as if some part of her was anticipating and perhaps even craving a fight. It could go either way and it seemed as though this young woman wouldn't have been bothered by either outcome.
So she sat, she waited and she watched as this blond man decided what he was going to do with her. Once she knew that, there was no doubt that she'd take whatever action was warranted by the situation.
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Post by Reya Starlyght on Nov 12, 2019 2:19:41 GMT
She didn't leave. Vexation rose up in his throat before he swallowed it whole. Words, they only led to actions, and that was something he could not afford to indulge at the present time, despite the desperate longing to. And yet his gaze fell to her subtleties as the girl decided to make herself home at his table, immediately recognizing her slow grasp toward something invisible beneath her coat. No, no, not now, he refused to acknowledge it, his connection was only a figment of his imagination, of his paranoia. There was no other explanation, wasn't there? He wanted nothing more than the seclusion of silence, a quarantine of his own mind as it clawed out with frenzy, conceding to the truth.
He had to cobble together a rational response. Leo could not keep his eyes off the girl's hand despite himself, her life beating a steady thrum that felt tangible beneath his fingers, so easy to crush. Yes, he could envision the cavity in her chest, heart encapsulated by his own shadows. Or perhaps his grip wrapped around her windpipe, tearing out her trachea as to eradicate her infuriating voice. His teeth found the edge of his lip, the blood dripping down his chin as if to satiated his fantasies just for the briefest of moments, the darkness creeping deeper into his being.
He blinked, taste catching the iron on his tongue. "Please, let me drink in peace." The trance broken, desperation was found his words yet his tone lacked the qualities to convey it as such. In its stead the apathy was overwhelming, a blank crimson stare given to the girl even as he found the whiskey bottle again.
"Ooh. You're bleeding. Biting your lip like that's not good."
It seemed, for a moment, as if Emily might extend slender fingers to catch the blood on them. Her hand never moved, but she smiled darkly at Leo.
"I know what you feel like doing right now. You just want to make me shut up, don't you? You want to do anything to stop me from talking, even if it hurts me."
Seeing the darkness in other people was one of her talents, one which she cultivated. This man across from her was being eaten alive by the shadows in him, that much was completely obvious. Shaking her head, Emily laughed.
"Well if you insist on drinking, I might as well join you!"
Raising her hand, she called to one of the serving staff to bring her a glass. After it had arrived, she took the bottle and poured herself a measure. Setting the whiskey back down again, the redhead set her eyes on Leo, frowning slightly.
"You know...your voice is kinda familiar. It's like I knew you from another time, another time really long ago."
Her emerald gaze stayed on him, reading his features as she sipped at the amber liquid in her glass.
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Post by Reya Starlyght on Nov 13, 2019 22:14:49 GMT
His visage held no scrap of pain beyond that of her agonizing presence, the self-inflicted wound vanishing from existence almost as soon as it had been bled. This child, her condescending tone was almost enough for him to forget his surroundings, certainly in any other location the life would have already been squeezed from her corpse. But no, he cared about this establishment, didn't he? Didn't he? The memories were becoming vague, coated in a haze of bloodthirsty desires. The abyss, it was writhing into his grip, staining through the white that struggled to contain it. "Hurts you. Do you think I deal in such pathetic threats?"
Still there. And on top of that she had the audacity to ask for a glass so she could pour herself a drink? How absurd, it was getting no better. If she would not move, then, he would have to abandon his own position, for the greater good. What was that, though, what was just and right when he had no inherent concept of either in his mind? And there was the bottle, sitting there, far within the reach of them both. His one relief, to remove the plague of consciousness, the sweet release of the void yet one far contrasting that which his reason fled from.
"Is it really." The corners of his mouth caught his words in an inhuman snarl, a callous disregard for the etiquette he would practiced in a stable state of mind. Indeed, in most circumstances, Leo would have taken note on what she had just said. In most circumstances, he probably would have tried to connect her face to a distant memory, although in this case it was her gravelling voice he was sure would yield the clue. But no, there she went again with his own poison, flaunting it about as if there were no consequences to her actions, as if it did not matter what he thought for there was held his own restraint. The sickening vigor of her being, it was repugnant amidst her arrogance. Black energy curled into his fingertips, its essence dripping down his nails as from under the table did his hand dart out, straight toward the glass she held. And from the shattering did his touch move to brush up against her skin, a blossom of darkness that would infest itself into her mind, dread, hatred, each and every sentiment that followed as excruitating as physical torment itself.
Emily's grin was feral. "Who said I thought it was a threat? I figure if you want to, you will."
As if he'd never spoken, the girl simply smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah. Can't say where I've heard your voice, but I know I have. Maybe...nah, couldn't be..."
Everything else stopped when his fingertips brushed her hand. All at once, her emerald green orbs were open wide, the shock of the darkness that she felt sucking her breath out of her body. A moment later and she breathed in, as if inhaling some heady scent that intoxicated her senses. She took another breath and that same predatory grin touched her features. "Mmmm what is that? It feels amazing. So...dark, so hungry, so...evil. Where can I get some of it?"
Her eyes met his, looking right into him and feeling those tendrils of shadow reaching out and caressing her, stroking over her and filling her with a delicious shiver of darkness. The spreading hatred, anger and destruction were like something warm and pleasant for an ordinary person. They nearly overflowed and drowned her with the need she had for them.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Nov 18, 2019 0:07:14 GMT
He recoiled, his hand clutched against his chest even as the darkness festered, ripping apart the cloth that had attempted to contain it. The wrappings once binding his right arm were stained an unnatural black, even as he dusted them from off the high top. "I'm...." Leo began to say, before he processed the girl's response. The apology vanished from his lips, instead his fingers ran through his hair with a deep sigh. She was no ordinary girl looking to strike up a conversation and for some reason trying to flirt with him, that much was certain. The truth, indeed, would have been a pleasant surprise in most scenarios, but not then, not at that very moment, when the world of reason seemed to be running out of his grasp.
"I can't stay here."
He could barely even managed that. Leo tucked his hand into the pocket of his jacket, concealing the energy that, no matter how hard he stared at it, just wouldn't seem to go away. As the waiter made their rounds did he hold out a black card, prompting a nod, a signature that was not quite as immaculate as it would have been in his dominant hand, and the comment of the barkeeper even as he stood to leave. "Checking out already, Leo?"
He grumbled, though made no pause in his stride out of the establishment. "I'll be back tomorrow; sorry for the glass." Leo hoped that the girl would not follow, that she would have enough common sense to drop her pursuit of... well, whatever the hell she wanted, but he doubted luck would let him off that easy. At least out in the open air of the autumn night there would be less of a repercussion for the drastic actions he could feel his pulse was drifting toward, at least it would all be masked by the deception of unfamiliarity, although in reality he knew Trillium's capital better than any other metropolis in the galaxy.
A very hungry smile spread across Emily's full lips as the darkness was unbound for a moment. Her emerald orbs flickered with a disturbing light, wide and open fully, as if taking in every bit of the dark essence. Leo had risen, making to escape the bar as quickly as possible, so the redhead went with him as he charged out of there in a hurry.
In the street, Leo was moving away and into the night, but Emily easily kept pace with him. There was something that called to her in this man, something that shouted wordlessly not to lose track of him and not to let him slip away. This darkness in him, this thing that was a part of him was intriguing, no, not even that. It was necessary, perhaps even crucial.
The young woman lay a hand on his arm, getting his attention. "What is it? Are you possessed? Dark magic? Dark..matter?"
She wouldn't leave him alone, not now. It didn't matter what he tried to do because she wasn't about to relinquish this chance to be close to such power.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Nov 23, 2019 3:56:22 GMT
He gritted his teeth, claws refusing to recess back into nails as he raked through his hair again, then dropping his hand at his side. At the same time did the girl follow him out of the bar, into the street that was oh so crowded in the evening atmosphere. He was not thinking properly, of course people would still be around, Trillium was famous for its night life in a way that made it irritating from time to time, as a resident. In retrospect, he should have just stayed home, there hadn't been enough time, there never would be.
And then she had the audacity to touch him. Leo's arm drew away, lip curled up to bare as he spun about to face her for a split second. "I'm trying awfully hard to not murder you out in public," he growled. "What, are you trying to figure out why my voice is familiar? Maybe the name Leonidas Aglaeca strikes your memory?” His pace quickened to a stride, no longer caring for whatever consequences might be reaped from revealing his true identity. She was nothing more than a poor, misguided child, after all, he didn't really want hurt her, did he? Mind torn in two, he snapped back at her in annoyance, left hand raising itself in what was close to the obscene gesture although with his ring finger instead, where there was indeed a braided band encircling it.
"And stop looking at me like that; it's annoying as hell." At that did Leo duck into an alley as he passed it, the dim streetlight catching a network of paths unrevealed to the popular gaze.