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.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Aug 13, 2020 4:09:49 GMT
A compliment, yes, that was what his words were phrased as. They only registered as such for a moment in his head, however, soon resolving into confusion more than anything, with a hint of dread caught between. The implications of the statement, well, Leo instinctually swallowed the response caught in his throat. No, better to push that out of his mind, better to not dwell on what exactly his father meant. It didn't matter, did it? He wouldn't say that, would he? Not that Alastair was wrong, he knew that. But still, there was something about it all....
Regardless, what had been intended as nothing more than a test certainly did show the extent of the power he had somewhat wrangled under his grasp, the darkness consuming the entire throne and much of the room named after it. It was a magnificent display, one that he immediately had the thought to play over again and again, although Leo stopped himself from acting upon the urge. Instead, he let the residual shadows danced across his fingertips for a moment, before clutching them together as the magic dissipated. It was only at that point that he saw the expression on Alastair's face, the only one he had not prepared himself for. That was surprise, as genuine as it could be. A look of perplexity crossed his own visage, although it was ever so brief, masked by neutrality. Leo glanced down at the obsidian floor, pieces of it marred from the two separate impacts. It was a long moment before he glanced up again, at the aged face of the man in front of him. A cautious step back, and he shook his head.
"You're not him, are you? Not really, at least," Leo said, the words sticking together in hesitation. He wanted to believe otherwise, but it was impossible to shake the doubt that had rooted itself into his mind, previously shoved aside. Whether or not it mattered, well, that was another question entirely.
Leo's question was quite amusing to the 'man'. "Not him? Do you miss me? Is that what it is? Well, depends on what it means to you, to be someone. I look like your father. I sound like him. We share the same name. Is that enough for you to accept it?" A deep and hearty laughed followed after. "It honestly matters not, for you are done here, and my job has been completed. It is time we part. You've accepted the darkness within you, which is all you needed to do." As he spoke those words, the activity of the shadows in the area lessened greatly. Where the throne room was once engulfed in darkness that moved as if it was alive, now was empty and lifeless aside from Leo and Alastair.
"You gained incredible new power here." Alastair said, as he began to pace the room, arms folded behind his back. "Though I sense your internal struggle isn't quite finished, despite coming quite far in managing it. You can only stand to become stronger the more at peace with yourself and your life you become." Alastair stopped immediately in front of Leo before continuing, his face inches from Leo's own. "I'll be watching." Alastair disappeared into wisps of darkness that immediately dissipated, leaving Leo alone in the room.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Nov 11, 2020 6:18:07 GMT
To be someone. Alastair's words did not assuage his doubt in a literal sense, but they did pose a crucial question, what did it matter? The actor performs nothing more than a caricature of the truth, the author details only fiction, and yet regardless both mediums had the ability to evoke sentiments that could alter one's very perception of reality. Logic told Leo that the man before him was nothing but a thespian, but regardless he recognized that distinctive, genuine laughter, the answer to his question one of great wisdom yet simultaneously so simple. In that moment it didn't matter who he was, Leo knew he wouldn't get a straight response even if the man was actually his father. And yet at the dilemma a question hung at his tongue, one his mind couldn't help but resort to despite everything that had occurred within the past few... however long it had been, he had no idea.
He wouldn't have the chance to ask, though, in a way Leo didn't want to. It was best to focus on the present, on what he had accomplished, if one could even call it that. In the moment, yes, accomplishment. Maybe later on he would regret everything that had transpired, but that was nothing new. Instead of narrowing in on that, though, he listened to what Alastair had to say, an uncharacteristic calm washing over him once more. There was a tinge of disappointment as well, however, a fact that surprised Leo despite himself. The temple was beautiful, with its modifications, to walk away from it would be to enter into reality once more, where thrones could not be subject to wonton destruction and he most certainly could not converse with some version of his own father. Caught up in this sudden realization he found himself speechless, watching Alastair pace back and forth, ultimately ending with an abrupt farewell.
Leo couldn't help but reach for the wisps of nothingness, but before he could do anything they were gone, and he was alone. The silence was deafening, though he had never noticed it before. It would not last for much longer, however, as after a final glance at the utter stillness of the structure, he began to walk toward the obsidian gates, out into the beyond.