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.
"I am all in!" A man grumbled, staring at his hand of cards and the chips in front of him. Sylas grinned from behind his own hand, hoping those were the words he would hear. The game had gone on long enough, with just himself and the man across from him. He had whittled the poor fool down mentally. The man he faced just wanted the game to be over, and to finish Sylas. With his hand of two pair with a queen high, he figured this was the way he would do it. "I call." Sylas said smugly, waiting for the man to show his cards. His opponent slammed his cards on the table and shoved his chips towards the middle. "Two pair with a queen high. Beat that you string bean!" Sylas sighed in response and lowered his shoulders, causing the gentleman across from him to smirk. "Close game." Sylas said, placing his cards on the table face up, showing his hand. "Two pair, king high." Sylas wasted no time in gathering up on the chips while his opponent stood up and stared in shock, with his jaw dropped. "Always nice playing with you Carl. Same time next week?" Sylas was already heading towards the exchange booth as he spoke, looking back at Carl who still hadn't recovered enough to respond. That was all of Carl's money.
"Cleaned up again eh Sylas?" The exchange clerk said, seeing Sylas's haul of chips. "Oh, welllll you know. I do alright." Sylas grinned as the clerk handed him the credits that he had won. He felt happy with the amount he won. He managed to get ten-thousand credits at the tables today, and that was without even cheating. The day was only half over, and Sylas was already content with what he had gotten so far. He figured he would call it quits here and just relax and take it easy for the rest of the day. There was a new restaurant he had been dying to try, so now was a good time to do so.
After a quick stroll through Chevallier, waving to the people he knew in the streets, Sylas found himself at Giselle's, the new seafood restaurant that opened recently. They were apparently making a name for themselves already with their signature dishes and drinks. The building was two stories tall and made of white brick with gold and purple accents. The building was decorated in various shapes of sea life and nautical miscellany. Sylas walked in and seated himself in a corner booth, which was upholstered with black leather. It was pretty comfortable, which wasn't a surprise given it was brand new. A young gentleman with slicked back black hair quickly approached with menu in hand, and gently placed it in front of Sylas. "Welcome to Giselle's. My name is Seth. Look over our menu and I will back to take your order." The man smiled and walked away briskly, leaving Sylas to peruse the menu. He was indecisive when it came to restaurants. Surely this would take a while.
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Maxson stepped back from the wall, admiring his work. It wasn't much... but it was a start. This alley... it was home now. Or, at least... it was part of home. Actual home was a block away, in an abandoned warehouse that had just as many rats as it did junkies: much less since Maxson moved in. Still, it wasn't exactly a perfect solution. He was sick of huddling in a cold corner waiting for something interesting to happen. He needed a real home. Somewhere he could lie his head without worrying about being curb stomped in his sleep. And for that, he would need money.
"Wonder if I can get a job doing this?"
It was a hopeful sort of thing... but very unlikely. Local businesses weren't exactly clamoring for local punks to paint up their walls. Hell, most of them were looking for people to paint over the tags which just kept on cropping up. He supposed... he could get a job doing that? Although, he hadn't held a brush in his hand, ever, so... there was a pretty good chance that he wouldn't be exactly proficient in that either. He sighed, dumping the cans back into his bag and heading back for home.
He still had a few credits left over from his last odd job... while it probably wasn't wise, he figured grabbing one last good bite to eat might be a nice treat. And there was even a new place that had just opened a few blocks away. Maybe he could swing getting a few strips of salmon or something. Been awhile since he's had fish. Might be a nice change of pace from the stale chips, smushed energy bars and expired protein shakes.
Strange was the boys request. Stranger still the public’s acceptance of it. While few men stepped forward, many had at least considered approaching the red head. After all the iso-bellumese peasant had been campaigning for days now in search of a crew.
Leo had pointed him towards the right bars and gambling dens, but only five thousand credits and the prospect of working with a teenager had dissuaded most of the usual suspects. The fact that Manna intended to target the home of the Chevllairs most powerful denizen did little to help convince those skeptics who did approach either.
With a sigh Manna stuffed his hands into the warm pockets of his hooded jacket. His scarf hung loosely around his neck, partially obscuring the graphic on his white t-shirt that simply read “Trillium” in stylized black text. A pair of mismatched eyes darted from face to store than back to another face. The sheer number of people was a bit overwhelming for the rural commonwealth native. There were more people in the square than Manna had seen in his entire life, and the towering buildings dressed in neon were unlike anything he had ever seen. Trillium at least shared a similar climate to his home, but here in the humid swampland heat reigned supreme.
Pushing past a group of drunk guys, and ignoring the tempting whispers of a showgirl drawing him into her brothel, Manna finally reached his location. Giselle’s Seafood. He had been told to meet his prospective crew here, tho now that he arrived he was unsure if he could afford such a luxurious looking restaurant. He’d never even had much seafood in his village simply because there was no water to fish from, so simple things like salmon and tuna were considered a delicacy. Hopefully that wouldn’t be the case here.
Staring at the menu, Sylas became quickly overwhelmed by the sheer number of options. If he wanted fish, then he would have to choose what kind of fish. If he wanted crab, then he would have to choose if it was steamed, made into cakes, or boiled with vegetables and other seafood. If he wanted shrimp, he would have to choose if it was steamed, fried, or in a roll. There was just no way he could make up his mind. To make matters worse, the waiter had returned. "So what will we be having today?" The young man asked, with a bright smile. Defeated, Sylas closed the menu and sat it down. "I have no idea. I can't choose. How about you make the choice for me. Bring me what you enjoy eating." Sylas was going to leave the choice to chance. The waiter laughed as he picked up the menu. "I shall see what we can make for you sir. How about a drink while you wait? We have a drink menu there in a pamphlet." The waiter pointed at the menu at the far end of the table. Sylas grinned and lifted his chin. He had no issues ordering a drink. He always knew exactly what he wanted. "No need! I will take a gin and tonic with extra lemon please." Sylas was proud of himself for making at least one choice on his own. "Right away sir." The waiter turned and walked away, leaving Sylas to himself.
"Not a bad day at all." Sylas said, placing his arms behind his head and stretching them across the back of the seat. He sighed in comfort and wondered what he would be eating. As he drifted in thought, the sound of the door opening caught his attention. Sylas always chose a seat that faced the door. That was a lesson he learned early. A man with dark hair who looked like he had seen better days, had entered the restaurant. He was not someone Sylas recognized. He knew everyone in this part in this city, and tourists were not common. They had the sense to stay away from this part of Chevallier. Sylas observed the man as he found a seat. He hoped the stranger was here due to the popularity of this restaurant. Either way, he would be watched cautiously. Sylas was never one to let his guard down.
"Your drink sir." The waiter said, placing Sylas's drink in front of him. "The food will follow shortly." The young man bowed and turned away, heading now for the stranger's table. Sylas took a sip of his beverage and smiled. It was perfect. Not too much gin, and just the right amount of lemon. His next sip was more of a gulp. Sylas kept one eye on the table the waiter was at, keeping an eye on the situation. Seemed normal enough. As he being nosy, the door opened again. This time a man with red hair and a serious case of heterochromia walked in. Another person Sylas did not know. One was a coincidence. Two was a situation. Despite how calm and relaxed Sylas looked currently, as he enjoyed his drink, he was on high alert. Something was going on.
Maxson... definitely wasn't expecting this. He hadn't actually seen the place. Just heard where it was at. Heard that it was new. And heard it sold seafood. And he didn't think much of the location, from the outside, though, as soon as he entered, he realized... that he probably should have. But at this point, he'd gone too far to give up now. He wasn't gonna let some hoity toity assholes make him look like a schlub. He was gonna get some good eats. The waiter who walked up to Maxson's table definitely seemed to be put off by the thug's appearance. It probably didn't help that he had paint caked on his pants and fingernails. But, regardless, the waiter placed a menu in front of him and asked what he would like to drink.
"Water. No ice." Max ordered, nose already buried in the day's specials.
By the time the waiter had returned, Max had made his decision. It wasn't much, but hell. It was more about flavor than sustenance at this point. Besides, it wasn't like he could afford an entre from this place anyways. And when Maxson ordered the fried calamari, handing over the menu, Max could swear he saw a snide look of vindication on his face. It didn't bother Maxson much, but as soon as the waiter turned his back on the ruffian, Max's boots went up, finding a comfortable spot on the opposite seats, muddy soles resting casually on the black leather. It was at this point that Maxson took his first good look at his surroundings, seemingly pleased with his little act of defiance. It wasn't a bad looking little place. Feels like they went a bit overboard with the nautical crap, for his tastes. Still... The water didn't taste like it came from a rusty pipe, so that was a welcome change of pace. Something about cool clean water just hit the spot, and within a single continuous pour, Maxson finished off the entire glass, excess water having dribbled down his chin and onto his shirt. He raised his glass above his head expectantly.
"Hey!" Maxson yelled across the room at the waiter, "Bring me another water, would ya!?"
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The inside of the restaurant made Manna's lip curl slightly in disgust. The obnoxiously bright color scheme combined with the array of boat themed paraphernalia and stuffed fish was enough to leave Manna feeling just a little bit queasy. Plus the air smelled like salt and what Manna could only assume to be the smell of raw fish. Taking a moment to examine the plates around him Manna decided the food didn't look as bad as it smelled and pushed further into the premises.
Why his soon to be a partner in crime wanted to meet in a seafood place? Manna didn't have the foggiest clue, but hey it was public and loud enough that they could talk in private so the boy had no complaints. The problem was he had been pointed to Gisele's without so much of a description of the man he had come for. All he'd been instructed to do was show up, order a tuna sandwich with cheddar, and simply wait. A boring plan yes, but perhaps it was his only chance at getting help with breaking into the mayor's mansion. People weren't exactly eager to get thrown in prison on a seventeen-year-olds behalf and after almost a week of raising awareness Manna was about ready to do things himself.
If today's meeting didn't work out he'd go it alone.
Sitting down at the bar Manna kept his hood up and head down. The red scarf helped to further conceal his identity, covering up to his mouth as the boy waited patiently to be approached by the waiter. Several minutes passed before anyone had approached the boy and just as he went to spot the waitress himself, a loudmouthed man next to him rudely demanded a refill on his glass of water. Once she served the rude guy it was Manna's turn. "Tuna sandwich with cheddar." He said plainly before she even asked what he'd like to eat. With a raised eyebrow she took down his order, apparently somewhat confused as to why somebody would come all the way downtown for a tuna sandwich. "And an apple juice." With a polite nod and practiced smile the waitress left Manna to his lonesome.
Hopefully whoever was waiting for him would notice his order soon.
Now nearly gone, Sylas continued sipping at his drink as he continued to observe the two new men. The rough looking man had manners that were worse than his hygiene, and the red head sat at the bar and spoke to a waitress. Sylas couldn't hear the words that were said, but judging from the woman's facial reaction, it wasn't just an order he placed. An eyebrow raised in curiosity as the waitress went to into the kitchen, leaving the man alone at the bar.
With a final gulp, Sylas finished his drink and sat the empty glass at the edge of the table. He took another glance at the two men, before leaning back into a comfortable sitting position. Sylas figured that if something was going to happen here, it would happen sooner rather than later. Trouble never took long to start in this city. He had seen many a brawl destroy fine establishments such as this. Sylas wasn't keen on letting this one join the list.
Before long, Seth came from the kitchen doors, bringing plates of food with him. Sylas's eyes lit up in delight, as the man was quite hungry. "Here you go sir! I chose it myself as you asked. I hope you enjoy it." Seth placed a plate of pasta in front of Sylas, covered in shrimp, sausage, and a white sauce. Sprinkled graciously on top was a red seasoning. "Chevallier style shrimp alfredo. We add our specialty sausage and spice blend to give it a kick, and touch of the city's love." Sylas immediately fell in love without even having taken a bite yet. It was a gorgeous dish that smelled even more amazing than it looked. Sylas was eager to dig in immediately. He had raised his fork before Seth spoke again. "Also, I am to inform you that the man at the bar is here to see you. We do not know his business here." This news both calmed him and raised more suspicion at the same time. He didn't fear for the restaurant's life any longer, but now he wonder what this man could possibly want from him. He was used to helping out people in the city, as he was a man with many connections, but this redhead was someone he had never met.
After brief contemplation, Sylas waved his hand towards himself. "Bring him here. I would like to eat while I speak to this person. I couldn't possibly ignore it." Seth nodded and rushed off, making his way to the man at the bar. Sylas watched as the message was relayed, and then set his eyes on his food instead. He had waited long enough. With enthusiasm, Sylas dug his fork into the dish and took a giant bite. After the first chew, fireworks went off inside his mouth. The food was absolutely fantastic. The creamy sauce and sweet shrimp balanced the heat of the sausage and spices. It was perfection. Sylas thoroughly enjoyed his food while he waited for his meeting.
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Seth's face turned sour as he left from returning the message, approaching with a plate of Maxson's squid things, having caught sight of Max's muddy boots. And more importantly, their location on the seat across from him.
"Sir." Seth stated firmly, "We ask that you please keep your feet off the furniture."
"Jeez, bud, it's leather. I'll clean it up when I go, I promise."
"So, you are aware that your treads are filthy?"
"Fuckin'. Alright. Fine, I'll put my feet down. I'm sorry, or whatever."
". . . Thank you, sir."
Seth could feel his stomach turn. Technically... there was nothing he could do. Other than set down the fried calamari and walk away, but keeping a close eye on the rough-and-tumble character from afar. He was a trouble-maker. That much was clear. Maxson, meanwhile, thought nothing of it. He really was going to clean that up, but now he was considering not doing it. If he did, it would be like telling that waiter he was right... and like... Max really didn't wanna do that. Eh. Screw it. No harm no foul. The snooty bastard was uptight. But he didn't seem like a bad guy. It wouldn't hurt humoring him. Besides, he was respectful about it, so like... whatever.
Max poked at the calamari a bit with a fork, trying to figure out how to approach it. He held it down with the fork and scraped away at the breading covering the octopus ball with the side of a spoon. Slowly he managed to reveal the squid chunk inside, eliciting a slightly-too-loud gasp of "Oh shit! This this has, like, a whole tentacle in it!" From where Seth was watching, he could see another member of the wait staff approach Maxson's table, and ask him to keep his profanity to a minimum, and to keep his voice down... which, seemed to elicit no form of protest from the ruffian, who returned to playing with his food. "Alright. I'm gonna have to give this thing a shot. What was it called, Calagary?" his fork jabbed through breading and into squid. "What will people think of next, man. I've ate fish, but never something like this."
He took a bite, chewing for a moment before concluding: ". . . Not bad."
It did not take long for the sandwich to come. In fact, the meal was brought back to the table with such haste that Manna couldn't help but feel as if he'd disrespected the chef. Perhaps such a simple dish was under his pay grade, but even so, Manna regarded it as a delicacy. After a standard exchange thanking the waitress, Manna turned his focus to the sandwich.
He was somewhat disappointed in just how bland the plate looked. The bread was slightly toasted which he could appreciate, and sure potato chips were cool, but the sandwich itself simply wasn't that interesting. It seemed to be composed of no more than a spread with cheese. Did the people of Chorus not know the wonders of lettuce, onion, and tomato? How sad. After mourning the foreigner's pallets, Manna pealed the top of his sandwich off to further inspect this 'tuna'. It was a strange creation, somewhere between meat and sauce, that had somehow managed to stay cold despite the melted cheese and toasted bread. Indeed this was a strange sandwich.
Just as Manna was prepared to broaden his culinary horizons, a hand came to rest on his shoulder. "Excuse me sir, but your presence has been requested in the VIP area." With a harsh and skeptical eye, Manna gazed back at the waiter who'd interrupted his meal. Despite the intensity behind Manna's eyes, the man maintained his polite smile, much to the boys' dismay. At least he didn't have to wait long. Aggressively shrugging off the waiter's hand, Manna picked up his plate and drink and began to follow the waiter.
Like a high schooler navigating the bustling cafeteria, he made his way towards Sylas, setting his plate down across from the man as the waiter addressed the supposed VIP. Not willing to prolong his revelation any longer, Manna quickly bit into his sandwich. Delicious! Though still lacking in lettuce the creation was not bad at all, in fact, its simplicity brought a distinct and pleasant experience. Perhaps he'd order a second sandwich if he had the time.
"You the guy who's supposed to help me rob the mayor?" He asked with a mouthful of food. "You look kinda soft for a thief."
Having just shoved another forkful of food into his mouth, Sylas silently watched the red haired man sit down in front of him. After savoring the food and hearing what the man had to say, Sylas sighed loudly. Not only did the man lack tact, he was also rude. No one in their right mind would just plainly declare their intent to rob a political figure. Sylas could eventually forgive the comment about looking soft, but not after messing with the guy. "Not typically smart to insult the person who is supposed to be helping you." With a flick of his wrist, the plate that held the man's food flipped upward towards his face. "Let us start over, but properly." Sylas stopped the plate's momentum with another gust of wind, stopping it before it could hit the red head's face. "My name is Sylas, and I can indeed asist you with your goal. I must say it is quite an ambitious target. Fortunately for you, I have a lot of experience with Mayor Chevallier's estate. This won't be my first time targeting the crooked man." Sylas was going to leave out the part that the Mayor was a relative of his. Sylas never mentioned his last name to anyone. He didn't need people know he was a Chevallier.
As the men talked, Sylas took a few glances at the other man in the restaurant. He wasn't being loud and obnoxious any longer, and was eating his food and being rather normal now. Sylas figured he wouldn't pay him as much mind going forward, but his guard would stay up. "I know of a few ways to sneak onto the estate. I will draw you a map to show you your options. Needless to say, I will not be accompanying you on this endeavor. I will merely supply you with the intel you need. Why, you might ask? I like causing the Chevallier family trouble, so I will help just about anyone to wants to target one of the members." Sylas chuckled to himself and leaned back in his seat. He hoped this kid was skilled, as Sylas was going to enjoy the outcome of the heist. Hearing the mayor complain and raise hell over being robbed amused Sylas to no end.