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.
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The party was a swirl of bright colours and beautiful, significant people. It was a place where the fancier members of Trillium society could mingle and chat. The party was being thrown by Septimius Feralé who, while basically a middle man, thought of himself as someone of note and importance. It was for this reason that he’d thrown the party. He was celebrating his potential deal with a large business conglomerate that was seeking to purchase a number of the casinos in the Lustrous Sector and he’d invited anyone he could think of who was of importance in his view. What he didn’t and couldn’t know is that his potential death was lurking around the corner. Well, she wasn’t actually lurking around the corner. In fact, she was dressed up in a ridiculous maid’s uniform, serving canapés.
Emily Winter felt stupid as she wondered around in her embarrassingly tight skirt and blouse. This Feralé guy was clearly some kind of dirty old man. That was fine. He wouldn’t be dirty or anything else for very much longer.
As she circulated, she kept trying to get closer to the old man, but there were just too many people around. She hadn’t wanted to use the method of murder that her employers had demanded, but there it was. At least she’d get to kill someone. At least maybe one of the higher ups (besides Leo) in IMG would also take note. Of course, pleasing Leo mattered to her too. The slender redhead wasn’t sure if he would approve of her unilateral decision to take on the job, but it was a bit late for that now.
Oddly she thought she’d seen Leo and so as she perambulated around the room once more, she realized that she had indeed seen him. He was standing off in a corner with Eris, seeming to watch the crowd milling and moving. She wondered if he’d seen her. It was interesting now. There were more elements that had been added to the situation and the more elements there were, the happier it made Emily Winter. This had gone from annoying to entertaining on the basis of her boss being at the party. The assassination was going to be all the sweeter because of it.
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Post by Reya Starlyght on Apr 1, 2020 17:57:41 GMT
Septimius Feralé, the asshole himself. The man and his family had always had some weaselly influence on Trillian politics, much to Leo's chagrin. They were the faux noble type, those who believed their very birth was a sign of the stars aligning, each member of their bloodline destined for greatness. At one point in time their progenitor would have scoffed, he had been a great diplomat, negotiator, after all, but those strands of genius had long since been diluted into nothingness. The latest Feralé was no exception, even his name screamed a resemblance to the old Fiorean kings, which of course Eris in particular was not at all fond of. Nevertheless, they had been cordially invited to a party of his, one celebrating the man's all but certain acquisition of a large conglomerate of casinos in the sector. There was one crucial detail missing from the puzzle, however, and that was that a considerable amount of people, offering a considerable amount of money, were not too happy with the deal. Thus, they had decided to contract the darker branches of IMG to do some dirty work and assure the agreement was never signed.
Leo and Eris had nothing to do with that, however. They were simply there to maintain their reputation as somewhat active participators in the social circles of the Federation, and to assure that no connection to the higher ups in IMG was ever made. Yes, the unification of a large portion of Trillium's economy did not serve the organization well either, so extra attention had been placed to assure that whoever was on the job was not someone who had already developed notoriety for themselves, someone who could easily slip a vial of poison into Feralé's drink and the mission would be accomplished. Anyone could do it, really, so long as they were able to blend in with the elitist crowd, whether as a servant or a guest themselves.
Enough thought on that, however, there was socialization to be had. They stood near a corner of the grand room that had been prepared for the party, Eris donning a deep violet dress that complemented her eyes and painted lips, hair worn down although two parts twisted into braids and pinned back, and sporting black heels that made her almost match his height. Leo, on the other hand, was dressed in an elegant although customary black tuxedo, not eager to break the dress code of the night. It was still early, and indeed they were only on their first drinks, settling on some delicately aged wine as they began to mingle in with the crowd.
After finishing serving the other party guests immediately around her, Emily turned her attention to Eris and Leo. She did her best impression of a servile little maid as she tottered across the room on the ridiculous heels that Feralé had insisted all the women wear. Visions of sticking her knife into his throat flashed, but there was to be no knife work with this assassination. Dispelling her annoyance, she finally made her way up to Leo.
He was distracted and so she said, "Hello sir! May I interest you in some hors d'oeuvres?"
She made sure to shove the tray right under his nose so he'd have to look at her and gave a little curtsy to further get into his line of sight. Perhaps she shouldn't have done this but Feralé had no idea of who she was or who she worked for. All she wanted to do was tweak her boss' nose a little and have a bit of fun with it.
The room was starting to bustle and while Emily had her fun, her mind was still running through how she was going to get the nice exotic poison into her target's cup and make sure he drank it like a good boy. There was enough room in her head to hold these many ideas at the same time, after all.
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Post by Reya Starlyght on Apr 6, 2020 18:27:25 GMT
The party was uneventful thus far, filled with pleasantries and domestic tales. The aristocracy was as boring as ever, apparently, not that it was much of a surprise to Leo. Oh yes, one estate had been robbed, a couple had been engaged to be married, all exciting things he cared not at all about. Still, it was necessary to feign interest, a polite laugh, smile, and comment when necessary. Eris did the same, although evidently her reactions were a bit more wooden, callous. He was much more interested in his drink than a casino owner's new banquet hall, a doctor's latest addition to her home. It was better than the grandiose speeches that would undoubtedly take place later on in the night, but dull all the same.
A recognizable presence was soon to don on him, however, even amidst the crowd of people Leo was somewhat acquainted with. Immediately he knew her purpose in attending the party, regardless of the guise she wore. Like an amateur, however, she had decided to approach him. "No, thank you. Fetch me another red though, will you?" Leo extended the empty wine glass he held with a cordial smile, not a shred of the reaction Emily was likely seeking given. Now that she had decided to reveal her face, it was necessary for him to treat her as nothing more than a servant, even though she was quite clearly the assassin chosen to eliminate Feralé. Based on his previous interactions with her, Leo suddenly doubted whether or not the mission would go over as well as hoped. Worst came worst, however, he supposed he could intervene in some way, but that was sloppy, would cost them to sweep it under the rug.
Who knew, perhaps the girl would surprise him with her handiwork. Leo was already calculating potential ways to save face though, much to his own chagrin.
Without any reaction, it was a wonder that the redhead was still capable of controlling herself, but she managed to tightly smile at Leo and bustle off to get another bottle of wine for him. It dawned on her that maybe working for this organization wasn’t going to be quite as fun as she had thought. Having failed to get his goat in any way, she returned and poured him his glass of red before she turned her back and stalked away. However, her slightly attention deficit mind quickly jumped back to the way in which she was going to poison Feralé. He seemed to have attracted a great deal of attention, so he was open for observation.
The redhead breezed past the pompous old fool and saw that he was drinking some sort of whisky. She made a run past the bar and asked the bartender what Feralé was drinking because it looked like his glass needed refilling. The bartender gave her a glass of it and told her to keep the boss happy with a wink. Internally Emily scowled, she’d have to let the old bastard ogle her and maybe give her bottom a pinch. That was actually fine because it would only add to the pleasure of watching him choke and die in agony after she’d administered the poison. She still wished she could stick Blood’s Tear in his gut and eviscerate him, but that was being denied her.
Swiftly she slipped the poison into the man’s drink, making sure no one saw her sprinkling it in. It seemed she was safe and so she flounced over to Septimius and caught his eye with a saucy smile. His smile was hungry in return and so she came closer and in her most seductive voice asked, “Do you need a new drink, sir?”
He agreed quite quickly to this and as she handed him his glass, he did indeed squeeze one side of her bottom. Stifling the urge to punch him in the face and then strangle him to death, she covered her grimace and handed him the drink before extricating herself from his grasp. Swiftly she wandered away and waited to see what would happen.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Apr 14, 2020 19:56:59 GMT
At least the girl understood his lack of recognition, or if she didn't at least she didn't further give away her intent. Amateurs had a habit of thinking everything would go perfectly according to the plan, that they could flaunt about their prey as if no one would catch the slightest whiff that there was something foul afoot. It was never wise to underestimate the anonymous crowd, for when the time for investigation and confession revealed itself there was always someone a bit too clever, too observant, too in the know. Certainly, most of the party guests of the night were those who had likely never worked a day in their life, and for whom mortal danger was never a concern. One could never truly know a stranger's hobbies, however, nor the genius they could be hiding under a mask.
Leo caught a glance of Emily wandering off in the direction of Feralé, undoubtedly to complete her task. Any further association would be unwise, yes, and thus he dismissed the current dull conversation and headed in the opposite direction of the main table, Eris following next to him. "Rather dull so far, don't you think?" she asked, a gleam in her eye. Of course, while she had only had a brief encounter with the girl, Leo had told her enough about Emily that night, it was always amusing to exchange stories about new recruits after all. From those who were simply down on their luck and were looking for somewhere to exercise their skills, to those who were ambitious enough to attempt a high level mission on their very first outing, there was always some variation, IMG was a diverse organization if nothing else.
"It should get exciting soon," Leo replied with a smirk, draining the wine in his hand. "Okay seriously, why does wine have to be the go-to party drink? There's barely any alcohol in it."
Eris shook her head, suppressing what would have been a chortle. "That's probably the point, people can't hold their liquor and don't want to be embarrassed. There's a bar over there, though." She gestured toward the western wall of the banquet hall, where party-goers and servants alike milled about a large counter, a shock of red hair passing over his vision. It seemed like the method of poisoning was going to be via Feralé's drink, a part of him thought of how cruel that was, respite twisted into suffering. He shoved the thought away, nodding.
As Emily watched, Feralé set the drink down. Her brows furrowed and furrowed even more when someone else picked the drink up. As she watched, the person in possession of the drink began to raise it. Without thinking, the redheaded girl charged forward and stumbled across them, knocking the drink flying as it landed on the ground. Nothing would have been worse than having the wrong person take the drink.
Apologizing profusely, Emily began to mop the drink up with the cloth she had, trying to absorb it before anyone investigated too closely. The person who had the drink spilled o them was furious but the redhead finished the clean up and backed away rapidly, apologizing. Her face wore an expression of contrition but her green eyes were blazing with anger and frustration. Everything was going wrong and she still had to fulfill the contract.
On top of it all, her attitude had vanished. She looked across the room briefly to see Leo glaring at her and even she blushed in embarrassment for a moment. Now she retreated to the corner of the room where she was berated by the maitre d’ and sent to get Feralé a new drink. Now, however, she had no poison left and a job to complete. How the hell was she going to get out of this one? Somehow she had to communicate with Leo but she was unsure of how to do it.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Apr 22, 2020 19:38:25 GMT
It was all fun and games until suddenly a commotion was stirred near Feralé, and not because he was convulsing on the floor either. A closer examination revealed that there was instead a party-goer with the telltale sign of whiskey splashed on his garments, and a rather guilty Emily lurking nearby. What a foolish girl, she couldn't even properly deliver a poisoned drink. It was so simple that anyone could have done it, yes, and yet somehow she had managed to fail. Leo only hoped she had another course of action plotted, or at least another vial of poison in her possession. It was never good to come unprepared, after all, but given her reckless behaviors in their last outing he doubted such was the case.
They really should have gotten a professional, there were plenty of assassins who excelled in stealth and subterfuge and weren't prone to temper tantrums and careless mishaps. Perhaps he should have given Kasen a warning about the girl, but Leo had truly assumed that since he hadn't said anything exceptional about her there was no need to treat her any different from others who came wandering into IMG with the correct passphrases. Still, he really didn't want to get involved, and thus made no attempt to approach Emily to chastise her. Not that he really had the chance, since at that point Eris was dragging him over to the bar, apparently also fed up with the weak wine. "Two vodkas, please," she said to the servant who was currently drying a cup.
Evidently the barkeep was a bit surprised that they had approached him rather than asking one of the maids scurrying about, but shrugged nonetheless, pulling out two glasses. "Just straight?" he asked, to a nod. As he finished pouring so too did the man whose drink had been spilled upon him storm up to the bartender, demanding another whiskey.
As the man approached the bar, Emily had only one thought. As he stormed up, she moved rapidly in front of him and cut him off, barging into Eris who was just taking hold of the vodka and knocking it out of her hands and all over Leo. Again she began to apologize profusely and stumble around, trying to clean him up. As she did so, she whispered rapidly in his ear. "Meet me outside the doors to the room. Give me five minutes and then make your way over there. I...need your help."
Hoping that no one had noticed, she finished mopping him (and Eris who looked like murder)up, before hastening away in a random route towards the doors, moving through the crowd in a haphazard fashion so that no one would notice her leaving. Out in the hallway, she stood and hoped to the gods that Leo would come out. As much as she hated to admit it, the guy was her only hope in this scenario.
Cursing to herself, for once she felt that chastising herself was the only reasonable response. There was little chance that IMG was going to allow her to continue working for them if she kept screwing things up as badly as she had.
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Post by Reya Starlyght on May 15, 2020 0:17:34 GMT
What a fucking disaster. Even a split second of respite was apparently too much, a single gaudy party too much to ask for. While it would have been amusing to see Feralé knocked from his pedestal, Leo had no interest in getting his hands dirty at the present time. Evidently, what he wanted was not what was necessary, however. The least Emily could have done was make a more pleasant entrance, but apparently she was incapable of even that much common sense. She couldn't even be a proper maid, let alone an assassin. All he could offer was a sigh as the girl mindlessly bumbled into Eris's drink, her grip remaining firm although something that amounted to about two ounces splashed from the cup's rim and onto the lapel of his tuxedo.
Of course, it was all a ruse so Emily could whisper a few glaringly obvious words into his ear, and not a terribly convincing one either considering both her height and position as a bumbling servant. Luckily, neither the barkeep nor the patron she had previously pissed off seemed to notice, although as the girl attempted to clean the minute amount of clear liquid that had spilled onto his garments, Leo reached toward her wrist with a glare. "I'll clean up your mess myself," he remarked with a cold distaste, partially an act in order to pass as an actual partygoer - which he was regardless - although mostly it was genuine annoyance speaking. Leo then gave a curt nod in the direction of Eris, who was trying quite hard to not burst out laughing at the whole scene. "If you'll excuse me." At that she rolled her eyes, holding up the glass that was still mostly full and the other drink the bartender had served.
"More for me, then."
With that, he began to make his way toward the double doors out of the banquet hall, regardless of Emily's instruction. Whether or not it had been intentional, the girl had given him an excellent cover story, at least for a few minutes. A quick stop at the restroom to wash off the vodka stain, although calling it a stain was a bit of a hyperbole, and he walked over to the entrance of the main room, checking his watch out of habit although he hadn't noted the time beforehand. As if on cue the girl emerged, in which he crossed his arms, a disapproving stare evident. "Hello, Emily."