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 19, 2020 15:40:24 GMT
It was a lazy, late summer afternoon, the kind that seemed to slog on for an eternity despite the constant ticking of the old fashioned clock behind him, the sun that poured through the mildly dusty windows of the Lower Chevallier Public Library more than enough to light the space at such an hour. Of course, the fact that Haydn was wearing a sweater and pants despite the heat didn't exactly help, nor did the mildly dysfunctional air conditioning of the space, but either way it was really the lack of any individual perusing the shelves that sold the perpetuity of the day. To many, that seemed ideal, but he actually liked his job - so long as people weren't acting idiotic - and while in the lull of patrons Haydn had been reading a book he had picked up it wasn't particularly intriguing. That was the way thing were sometimes, however, not every instant could consist of thrilling adventures of either the mind or reality.
Still, his impatience was thinner than usual that day, there was just a strange sensation that he was missing out on something important. Having checked the date and his calendar more than a few times, there was no rational explanation to the suspicion, which only made Haydn ponder it more and more, until he was no longer reading the novel in front of him and instead twirling a piece of hair that had fallen out of his sloppily secured ponytail. It was at that moment that the double doors of the library opened for the first time in quite a few hours, three teenagers who only ever visited together entering with loud conversation that died down within a few moments, as if only then remembering what their destination implied. Within those heartbeats, however, he overheard them speaking about a 'weird ass void thingie' that the tallest swore he saw in an alley on their way, which was quickly dismissed by his friends.
Of course, Haydn wasn't going to ask about it. It was almost closing time, after all, and the kids had just come in to return the books they had needed for some project they were always talking about, along with asking to pet 'the library cat' who happily obliged. That aside, it was obvious the boy didn't know anything beyond what he had said, considering how soon he dismissed it. In any case, the trio was quick to depart once they had checked out some informational texts about rooftop gardening, leaving Haydn alone with Amadeus who had yet to retreat to his favorite spot just out of public view. Not that it would be needed, for ten minutes later they were out the door themselves, library closed for the evening as it usually was.
Instead of heading straight home to his apartment, however, he decided to have a bit of a wander around Lower Chevallier first, mostly out of curiosity as to what a void walking about could be, although it was rationalized in his head as a chance for a bit more fresh air than he normally got. Not that Haydn trusted himself enough to pass directly into the shadows, he knew better than that. But at least a glance or two wouldn't hurt, would it?
Rome had been wandering across a few planets for... awhile, now. He had started out on the outer regions of space until he had come in contact with a human of strength. He had gone by the name of Leo, and Rome had enjoyed him very much. In fact, he had taken Rome in and away from the desolate planet that he had come to reside on. Unfortunately, Rome had wandered off quite a bit shortly after their first landing and became incredibly lost. With his, pretty much non-existent, sense of direction, he was unable to find his way back. So instead, Rome began to seek out someone that could take him to Leo. It was quite unfortunate that no one knew who he was talking about, though the fact that Rome just kept demanding, "You will take us to Leo." A full name would have at least been more helpful for his poor victims. About seventy percent of whom merely wet themselves before Rome bit their heads clean off. However, a few of them were able to prolong their lives by telling him that they could take Rome to Leo, only to fly them to another planet and then hope to abandon Rome. They died shortly after landing, aside from the last person. He died immediately after takeoff. Rome had learned enough to be able to get himself to the next planet. Though the landing could be called... Rough.
Since crashing on- "We do not know where we are!" Rome frantically scratched his head with both claw-like hands. He was getting angry at this point. He wanted Leo. Where was Leo?! He was the first human that Rome had actually interacted with, outside of killing them. Though he wasn't aware of it, he had actually imprinted onto Leo. Something that is extremely natural for a being of Tel'Excidia descent, as every single one of the original twenty-nine had before him. This did unfortunately mean that sudden separation from him was not doing Rome any kind of good. This was only in the sense that he had killed a number of people because of the separation, however it had motivated him to willingly absorb new information, allowing him to intellectually evolve further than he had during his first year alone.
“You are never alone my dear.”
“We will not hear of you mother!” He truly wished that the remnants of his progenitors would fade already. Scoffing to himself like a disgruntled toddler, Rome continued his roaming through the shadows of the alley’s and sideroads of the city he had stumbled upon after climbing from the ship’s wreckage. Since entering the city, he had done very well to avoid killing and/or eat anyone. From what he had come to understand, both of these acts seemed to greatly anger the armed law enforcers that appeared to reside in every city he had traversed through. While not killing was easy, hiding his appearance was far harder. The gloves and coat really hide everything that would immediately draw the eye to his body, but he still had, well, his entire head. Solidifying his form so that darkness wasn’t just wafting from his body, but his face alone, or lack of a face, was an immediate give away that he did not belong. The head of condense darkness, with two large orbs of white light was all there was where his face would’ve been. Hence, the sideroad and alley travel.
His white long-coat flapping about his ankles as his boots clicked against the pavement. As he walked, Rome tapped the end of his red parasol against the wall of the alley absentmindedly. In all honesty Rome was extremely bored. There wasn’t a gross amount of crime in this city, which meant that getting into any fun situations was extremely unlikely. The most exciting thing that had happened to him was a group of human males had spotted him down one of the alley’s and had minorly freaked out at his appearance. Of course, that was fine to him, but it did make hi muse over the idea of purposefully scaring folks. Just for something to do. While he mulled it over in his head, the mass of darkness continued to lurk through the shadows, that was until he caught the whiff of something… unusual.
Peering around the next corner, he spot its source. There was a human, but what was wrong with it? Rome quickly, and quietly moved in closer to the human. His long legs were quite useful for cover the ground between them. As he came up behind, his head torn, nearly completely in half in the form of a large, horrifyingly fang filled smile. He began to open it wide, revealing the numerous rows of jagged teeth that led into a, somehow, darker void like throat. Rome was about to lung down on the man, but then he caught another whiff from him, causing him to immediately back down, snapping close his mouth completely. “Why you do you smell wrong? We demand you explain!” Rome suddenly barked from behind the poor unsuspecting man, bearing down on him, the large white orbs of light contracting to about an eighth of their normal sizes.
The locals knew not to mug Haydn because he never had much cash on his person, or in general. The same went for most of the residents of Lower Chevallier, which wasn't much of a surprise considering that most of the would-be muggers also came from the district. So, despite wandering close to the various alleyways - and there were plenty - splintering off on the main road home, he didn't really expect much to happen. A glance at some strange magical abomination, perhaps, but such things rarely showed themselves in broad daylight. And, while dusk would be upon the city within a few hours, there was still plenty of natural and artificial light that would logically suggest that no one would attempt to jump him at the present moment.
Oh, how wrong Haydn was. Halfway through giving Deuce an absentminded scritch on his neck, a familiar sense of dread flooded his mind, exacerbated into far more than just a feeling as he spun about at the sickening crunch of teeth biting down on themselves. Almost directly in front of his face did Haydn find a figure towering over him - an impressive feat in itself - with shadows shrouding their features except for two points of lights that had to be their eyes. All things considered, immediately horrifying. Which, of course, promptly led to Amadeus hissing, back arched and fur fluffed up as his claws dug into Haydn's shoulders. That pain was soon reprieved as his cat vanished from his current position altogether, reappearing on a nearby rooftop although Deuce's breath was still seething.
Meanwhile, Haydn had flicked his wrist ever so slightly before his right hand rubbed up against the cold steel shoved into his belt. The secondary motion was one he was all too used to performing, though it had been some time. The primary closure of his fist from pinkie to pointer finger was something he hadn't even thought about, just like the preempted trepidation that had overwhelmed him only a moment earlier. With it, however, came the casting of a spell - something Haydn wouldn't have ever fathomed a few months before - and without interference from the living void they would soon find the white points of their eyes glazed over with the mists of midnight, if only briefly.
Haydn was just about to turn tail and run before his brain registered the words the being had spoken, surprisingly clear and high pitched despite their, no his, appearance. The manner was childish as well, not unlike the way Percy used to speak, discounting the strange plurality of course. What an odd thought, faced with what could well be an eldritch terror and all he thought about was his younger brother... a sigh escaped Haydn's lips despite himself. And although he took a cautionary step back, his voice was not caught in the ephemeral state of being unspoken. "I'm a librarian, okay? I know books smell kind of weird but that's... nothing to kill someone over?"
There was fear, yes. There was a lot, in fact, the nonsensicality of Haydn's speech clearly portrayed such. But beneath it was the same drive that had kept him from running, or drawing the firearm his hand was still rested upon, or screaming at the top of his lungs for that matter. He did not avert his eyes from such a freak of nature, in fact his unwavering stare told quite the contrary. Nor was his gaze wide in horror, a different emotion encapsulated his deep blue orbs, the exact same morbid curiosity that had led him down such a path countless times before.
Catapult - 1 Type: Supportive Range: 5 meters Effect: Briefly weaving the fabric of space around himself, Amadeus is capable of teleporting anywhere within 5 meters of himself, so long as he has line of egress to the particular location. This action is taken with a reaction speed of 10, and can be performed once per post.
Blink - 2 Type: Supportive Range: 10 meters Effect: The mists of the Allseeing Oblivion turn against its chosen foes, infesting their sight. For the duration of 1 post, Haydn is capable of inflicting a 20 Acuity debuff on any individual within 10 meters of himself, clouding their eyes with indigo haze. Haydn cannot inflict the same individual with this debuff on the following post, although it can be transferred to someone else.
Now, it would not be surprising that Rome's instinctual reaction to being partially blinded was to resort to rage and violence. To manifest his armor, and his two additional arms, and then to rip apart the human before him. Better yet, Rome's mouth opened wide as he was going to bite off this human's head instead. As he was about to attack he felt his father's presence, causing him to halt his action. Typically Mora was closer to the forefront, which might have had something to do with why he was so difficult to keep under control. With Eligor on the other hand, that was far different. Before he had become corrupted by the cosmic knowledge that Mora had obtained during their travel through space, Eligor had been a man of honor who had believed that to protect others meant he would have to possibly sacrifice himself. A calm and gentle man, his voice was what cut through the rage.
"Rome, my boy. We must be calm and understanding in this here. He is merely human, and when faced with a being beyond simple understanding, they will react in fear. Also you did jump scare him my boy. You should have more manners than this."
Hearing his father's words echoing within his mind, did in fact soothe the raging child, as seen when he began to close his mouth once more. Then, out of nowhere, Rome suddenly just dropped down to the ground into a cross-legged position. He could barely seen, and attacking was apparently not permitted at this time. Looking at the general shape that Rome could only assume was the same human that had cast the spell on him, deciding to instead address what he had said. "We know what books smell like human. The way you smell does not compare to anything we have come across, yet is still somehow familiar to us," As he spoke his teeth slowly vanished back into the darkness of his head.
Picking at the ground absentmindedly Rome just kind of stared at Haydn. He couldn't believe that someone would think he would kill them simply because they smelled strange. The longer he took in this scent, the less he wanted to kill him. Rome just couldn't shake how familiar it was to him, and it was increasingly bothering him. "You smell like something... different. Not at all like other humans," As he spoke, Rome found a coin on the ground, strangely larger than what would make sense. Picking it up, he began to roll it across his knuckles, "If we did not know better, we would say that you weren't human at all, or perhaps came into contact with something that altered your existence." If Leo had been here, he may have been quite surprised by the words that just came out of Rome. They were uncharacteristically concise and knowledgeable, quite aways from his usual cluelessness and unfiltered mind. Of course it was a bit undercut by Rome's childish delight in his ability to continuously roll the coin over his hand. "Do you see what we are doing! Look, look, look!"
Post by Reya Starlyght on Nov 21, 2020 19:50:19 GMT
The hell was this thing on? First of all, in reality Haydn was pretty sure he didn't smell like anything, he most certainly didn't have the money or effort to wear cologne, and he was pretty much blind to the waft of old books and tea unless they happened to be shoved in his face. Second of all, how in the world was he familiar? Haydn had seen plenty of strange things in his days, and had read and heard of plenty more, but he had never once encountered a living, humanoid void. Was he even alive, actually? Or maybe he was some sort of spirit, feeding off the disparaged streets of Lower Chevallier?
Regardless, the man did not seem all that pleased with Haydn's response, or maybe partially opening his maw was his way of smiling? Either way, Haydn couldn't help but stare, an anomaly of light growing infinitely more pitched, the shards of some strange illusion of brightness surrounding the abyss, deepening it further. It reminded him of something, rooted in the back of his mind, yet the longer he gaped the less he could recall, whatever memory it evoked swiftly slipping back into his unconscious. At least the man did sit down, which meant he was no longer towering over Haydn, although they were also in a dirty alleyway so it was odd, extremely so. Then again, there was nothing that wasn't strange about this entire encounter, and worse yet as he finally found it safe to look up and relax the hand that had gone toward his firearm, Haydn noticed that Amadeus was nowhere to be seen. Great, just great, he was alone with the thing that had now taken to claiming he didn't smell like other humans, which only served to further confuse him.
"I... own a cat?" It wasn't a question, no, but it certainly sounded like one when the words emerged from Haydn's throat. He had absolutely nothing to offer as the man went on, however, thoughts grinding to a halt. The sentence replayed over and over in his ear, louder than whatever the void spoke of after, whatever he was doing with his hands, something Haydn's sight couldn't even fathom focusing on as his eyes glazed over, no longer witnessing the peculiarities before him but a sea of haze. "Sorry, can you repeat yourself?"
The nicety was instinctual, in fact Haydn didn't even think about it before he suddenly recalled the situation he was in and the individual he was addressing. It was also then that he saw the coin the man was flipping between his fingers, oddly oversized and most certainly not anywhere to be seen only a few moments earlier. Haydn shook his head violently, suddenly convinced that he was just hallucinating, maybe someone had slipped something into his food? But no, nothing seemed to change, and thus he was forced to assume that the present moment matched with reality, which was far more worrisome.
Rome hummed to himself in delight as he continued to roll the coin across the top of his hand, from forefinger across to this pink, before bringing it across his palm with his thumb and then popping it up and flipping it over his forefinger once more to repeat. It was quite entertaining for him. To preform an act like this was not only entertaining, but a testament to his ever evolving mind and body. Before picking up the coin and trying a few times, Rome had never even thought of doing this act before. Why would he? Of course, it was also an innocent example of what made him dangerous. That ability to adapt. Of course Rome didn't think of any of these things, he was far too busy being amused but a coin trick like a child. That was, until he noticed that Hadyn was, in fact, not paying attention to Rome's amazing trick. Which, Rome found quite upsetting. Why wasn't he watching Rome? This was such an amazing thing that he was doing, the human should be praising him for his ability.
Immediately, Rome's demeanor changed. His shoulders slumped, dropping to the ground cross-legged, propping his head up in his hand. Dropping the coin, Rome began to twirl his finger in a circle on the ground. His parasol laid on the ground next to him as well, having also been dropped when his mood suddenly plummeted. The large white orbs were no longer full circles, but now half-circle, as if to emphasize the mood that he could not properly show due to the lacking facial features. Not to mention how disappointing it was that the human could not seem to grasp what was happening. Leo understood way better than he did. This was stupid. He was stupid. Rome wasn't even sure why he was bothering trying to figure out what was going on with this human. He obviously hadn't even been aware that there was something wrong with him the first place, which seemed sad.
"Sorry, can you repeat yourself?"
Rome audibly sighed at this request, which was saying something since he did not technically have longs... or a throat to do this with. Rome couldn't believe this person. Not only did he not pay attention to his super cool trick, but then Hadyn wasn't even listening to him either? Still drawing circles on the ground with his white gloved finger, Rome begrudgingly responded, "There is something fundamentally wrong with you. The core of what you were was... mauled, by something. You're probably broken broken. Like your brain... Maybe your soul," Rome kind of mumbled, which was impressive considering he was speaking directly to the mind. His tone was flat, or feeling, made it fairly obvious that he was upset now, though Hadyn had other things to worry about. Why'd Rome have to put up with all of this? Of course it was all, literally, his own fault, but he was young. So he didn't see it like that, so instead he got upset at the human instead.