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.
How long had it been? Vi she had access to the Internet for a long time but she could not get herself to figure out how long it had been. This room it was boring and she was stuck. There was a generator that helped keep her alive as it supplied a resource she didn’t know that kept her running. Chained to this she couldn’t leave this white room. Only things in it were just some bare necessities. Honestly she didn’t know how she hadn’t gone insane yet. Maybe it was out of the anger she felt from her uncle? Maybe it was from the longing to see the world again? Either way she just didn’t know what to do.
Although she was thinking that she wasn’t losing it. Things were not as simple as Vi would have imagined. She had started creating imagined beings out of her holograms. Her favorite was her cat that she called Velvet. It moved because of her but to her she believed velvet was real and with her programming maybe there was something more than just an imagination in their. Either way it had just been Vi and her holograms for who knows how long.
At the start Vi didn’t have Internet as her uncle considered her trash. Didn’t want to treat her to anything. She was a waste of money. If it wasn’t for the fact that he considered that maybe someday when she broke mentally that maybe she could be used as something else, she probably would have been just destroyed. As that wasn’t the case she was abandoned. Not even sure what was outside her door.
Finally after digging to try and find someone who might be able to help her she found her cousin. Changing his name but after pain staking research she finally found what was probably her last hope.
Only reason she put her faith here then even her brothers was because Vi could only really remember him. It was figuratively burned into her head. Her uncle trashed talked his son constantly as Vi was experimented on. Memories of the rest of her family was vague and almost inoperable. What would she say to them? Would they believe her? Would Haydn? Vi didn’t know and she feared that he wouldn’t but she knew not doing it meant there was never a chance to escape. He might be the only hope she had but maybe it would be enough.
Contacting him she wrote an email from an old email she used to use when she was younger. That she hoped he would read.
“Hello cousin. I know that you have not heard from me in a long time. There isn’t anything I can say or do about that. I do not want to ask this of you but I need your help. Years back I got hurt, my father went to your father for help. This was a mistake. Your father used my father and stole me away. From what I remember he said something about me having potential. Though that might have been the case, overtime he gave up on that idea. So here I am stuck here, abandoned by him. So please, if you can come find me. At the end of the message I will put in the general location that I am. I am sorry that I do not have more info. Access to this info isn’t granted to me and I have no way of getting it.
Sincerly, Viji Ashina.”
Maybe even if he couldn’t find her, maybe he would be able to talk to her? It was a hope that she had but it hurt to think about. Tears could not fall down her face as she sat there in her constantly dim lighted prison.
What Vi didn’t know was that it was coming up on the holiday season. It was the time to be cheery but there was none in her heart, there was one wish to be found. Hoping like a child does to a star, she waited hoping that he would reply.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Nov 16, 2020 0:30:02 GMT
For a long moment, all he could do was stare at the screen.
Having absentmindedly logged into his personal email on lunch break, Haydn hadn't expected to see anything but spam and perhaps some automatic newsletter about a topic he was only vaguely interested in. After all, the few people he did speak with on a regular basis he generally texted, it was easier and far more convenient for general back and forths, not to mention a number being generally more anonymous than the address he used. Indeed, the title line of "Hello cousin" was the last thing he expected, and even as Haydn clicked on it, visible confusion in his face although the only being there to witness it was Amadeus, he assumed it was Yang sending something wildly inappropriate or just another piece of clickbait that he was foolish enough to pay mind.
He was wrong. So, so wrong. As he scanned the letter, once, twice, thrice, his blood ran cold; Haydn eventually peeling his eyes away from the monitor, away from the sliver of a reflection his vision had caught. Impossible, of course it was. How long had it been... ten years, fifteen? He honestly wasn't sure, hadn't even been able to attend her funeral because of his family. Alive, though, that was ridiculous, preposterous. His hand steadied, about to delete the message before scrolling down once more, to the location she had been able to provide. In his heart, Haydn didn't even need to read the word Coreopsis, but with it his sight tunneled, reeled.
"Haydn and I will be visiting the garden this weekend." The sentence spoke within his mind, uninvited. Violl's Garden, a quaint town. Yet the weather was always a bit too brisk, the nights a tad too long, and the metal monstrosity always moaning just out of earshot, omnipresent in his mind. There was an elderly woman, dressed in the attire of a servant, always smiling yet it was of pity. There were children who ran by, always giving the estate a longing glance. And there was the muddy path, the squelching of boots and the creaking shut of the steel door. A loud flick, and blinding lights, washing away the color in his face.
Haydn's fingers hovered over the well worn keys, hesitating, unable to spare a glance at each letter struck. I know where you are. I'm coming. A foolish thing to send, and he knew it. In his heart Haydn had no choice, however, if Vi truly was still alive, caged by the unthinkable, well then it was his own fault. He called out of work almost immediately, the walk home a storm. Within a few hours, against his mind's better judgment, Haydn was rocketing through space to a place that was never meant to exist.
After who knows how long as Vi had stopped keeping time long ago, she received a notification. Which meant either some how a spam bot found her or it was a reply. It was as she would have hoped a message from her cousin. Tears for the first time in a long time came from her eyes before she was even able to open it. The emotions she had bottled up just made her crack. It was to the point that when she actually got around to reading the message it was hard even to see it. The actual message was better yet as she was getting her wish. Was this real? This wasn't a dream was it? At this point Viji wouldn't have been able to tell anyways. Everything seemed to be in a fog and even though things were finally seeming to be a little clearer she still was ways away from recovering.
There were a lot of things going through her mind. Not sure if this was even Haydn she kept thinking about what if it wasn't? What if this was something else? The thoughts were causing her dread as the time flew by. Not being able to take it she went back and sent him another message.
"Thank you for believing me. I don't know a lot but if I can please let me know if I can help you." At least this might help her feel better as even if he didn't have questions that she could answer maybe they could chat like this; maybe it would keep her calm.
As this girl sat in this horrid room. She was a mess, her hair had the look of not being brushed. Even though she could change her hair it was so hard to do so as who was it for? Herself by this point that seemed moot. It wasn't even apparent to her. Honestly her look would be nothing that Haydn could recognize and even if Vi wanted to she didn't remember how to appear as she once did. Her hair was now blue like one of her favorite idols as it was something she did to try and cope with being in here. Not that she could remember which idol anymore but it hadn't changed in years. Her lack of use had even made her skin look pixelated or glitchy. Her clothes were nothing more then scraps of fabric at this point as there was no use in bringing her new clothes or was there anyone to bring her new clothes.
Velvet was acting strange too. The creature didn't understand what Vi was feeling and was acting like it wanted to get Viji's attention pacing and it's mouth was opening like it was mewing but no sounds were coming out. Vi wasn't paying her no mind either as she was lost way too far in thought. Only thing she wanted to do was send more messages and trying to avoid spamming her cousin was the only thing holding her back.
Veltvet was sitting on the floor now as she wasn't sure how much she could stand. Side leaning against the wall looking towards the door. Even though there was no way it was going to be that quick for him to get here she couldn't help but looking up even if there was no sounds indicating his arrival. She was shacking not out of cold as the room was at a mild temp and her sense of touch was not as it used to be but out of the stress.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Nov 24, 2020 0:30:31 GMT
He saw the response, but didn't answer. Didn't dare to, in fear of whatever ploy he could very well be walking into. The time spent waiting, first for the next shuttle to Coreopsis to arrive, then on the starship itself, seemed to stretch on for an eternity, absolutely unbearable. Haydn tried to concentrate on one breath at a time, but it did nothing to slow his heartrate, a consistent throbbing so intense it hurt. Even Amadeus couldn't help him, and yes, he had decided to take the feline with him this time around, given how his last trip to Fiore had played out. And this, this would only be worse, he could feel it in his soul.
Eventually, however, the streaking points of stars gave way to the still emptiness of space, and soon enough out the passenger window could be seen the lush, verdant landscapes of the twin worlds of Poinsettia and Coreopsis. As he stared, and stared, and stared, a strange sense of calm washed over him, the beauty all encapsulating, yet as harsh as the vast, cold void surrounding the planet of his attention. Deuce, well, he had been completely and utterly stiff for most of the flight, and in that moment nothing changed, his black and white fur puffed up in terror. Haydn wasn't entirely sure if that was because of space travel or his own trepidation, probably a combination of both, if he was being honest with himself. Regardless, one of the two variables would soon be eliminated, as the ship soon touched down upon land, and with it Haydn's stomach dropped.
He was there. He was really there. This wasn't some twisted nightmare, no, it was reality. How cruel it was indeed. His journey was not over yet, though, a port city was far from the secluded Violl's Garden, and he had no idea how he was going to get to the town. Despite his inexperience, however, Haydn managed to stumble his way to a speeder service that offered taxis to the settlement. He was pretty sure they immediately identified his status as an outsider and charged him extra because of it, but at that moment he didn't care, he had gotten this far and there was no turning back for him now. Still, he could practically hear a clock ticking in his mind as the pilot slowly meandered to her seat, before continuing at a reasonable, albeit for him excruciatingly slow, speed, past the majestic landscapes of Coreopsis. At least she didn't speak, something told Haydn his current demeanor had a fair deal to do with that, but as they eventually pulled up to the Garden he tipped her as much as he could afford and then set off, down the terribly, horribly familiar streets.
Haydn barely made it to the small estate before having to pause, grabbing onto the mildly rust fence surrounding it. The home beyond the gates was reminiscent of one he was far more intimate with, albeit where a crest would have hung was instead a flat piece of steel, its sinister sheen only a figment of his own imagination and yet his attention was drawn to it anyway, before Haydn abruptly tore his eyes from the scene. He couldn't be seen dawdling there, in case anyone recognized him, in case Violl's Garden knew exactly what family owned the property despite its lack of insignia. And so he circled around the back, into the woods just beyond the barricade. With it, his sight fell upon the path.
It must have rained recently, because the mud was as slick as he remembered. Beneath it, however, was a tangle of roots and vines, the underbrush consuming the way in its entirety at certain points, but he knew it well enough that it didn't matter. With a blindfold Haydn could have found the road forward, yet even so each step was hesitant, and indeed at certain points he found himself closing his eyes, wishing his surroundings would disappear into a haze, that it was all just another intrusive memory. Of course, though, it wasn't. In due course, he arrived.
Sitting back hoping for a reply, Viji just wasn’t getting one for whatever reason. Maybe he just rushed out the door and would be there in minutes. Maybe it would be days. Honestly at this point she didn’t know. All of that was causing her emotions to go even farther into disarray. Every sound she heard from outside her room she couldn’t help think was that him? Vi couldn’t bear knowing the time so even when hours had gone by she didn’t know if she was there for minutes or for days.
So many thoughts went through her head. Did he even know the way? Would he have cared or would he pull a stunt that would leave her unstable forever? Did they even like each other in the first place? Her memories were scrambled, she couldn’t practically remember anyone at this point. Other than what her uncle told her, she couldn’t even be sure that she was who she was and he was a despicable man so he might have manipulated her. Yet there were memories ones that had emotions to them, it felt too real to abandon them even if somehow she wasn’t the real Viji she was going to continue living for her.
Problem with that this brought upon her was what if he doubted that she was who she claimed to be? What could she tell him that she only knew? They used to compete for their grandma’s attention when they were younger. It definitely felt childish but it might have been more to it than that. Being completely without memories probably would have been easier but then she wouldn’t ever have been saved. It was just for the fact that her uncle would never let her forget about his son because he abused those memories into her that she could even remember anything to do the research she needed to find him.
The floor she was standing on was hard. She remembered it used to have carpet. It was torn out years ago because she wasn’t making progress. At first things seemed to be fine but as she was slowly not developing the way her uncle wanted he instead went from trying to get what he want with niceties to just be down right cruel. Before Vi only saw his mask of who he was. It seemed sinister as she looked back on those memories like he was always hiding something which he probably was. Was this what her cousin had to live through? She felt bad for him but least he had gotten away. If it wasn’t for this accident that turned her into this monster; Vi wondered who she would be today. What would she be doing now? Would she be doing some job now? Working for the family or independently? Vi would speculate on this from time to time and this felt to be no different.
Velvet was really trying to get Vi’s attention as at it’s core knew that she was spiraling herself but nothing the catogram could do would make Vi notice. Pawing did nothing as Vi couldn’t feel it and she had her head burried in her legs, her arms wrapped around them as she sat on the ground. The cat couldn’t meow so there was no noise. It felt useless but it couldn’t stop trying.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Nov 28, 2020 23:06:00 GMT
The structure was heavily corroded, rust more prominent than steel. More prominent than either, however, were the vines that snaked up the laboratory, and the pine tree that had fallen upon its roof. It was abandoned, completely and utterly. Maybe... maybe the operation had been moved elsewhere? Maybe he was wrong, and the building was merely a figment of his own imagination, falsified in his mind as a way of coping with a crueler truth? Or, most likely, the girl who had contacted him was nothing more than a hoax, a twisted prank played by a stranger, or a cousin, or maybe even one of Haydn's brothers. No, that wasn't right. Or, perhaps it was. Either way, he had a nauseous feeling that the hulking, industrial behemoth was calling him, beckoning him forward one step at a time. And although every fiber of his being begged himself not to continue onward, to approach the dilapidated door, Haydn did. His fingers moved on their own accord, grasping the knob and attempting to turn it. As he yanked it backward, though, attempting to pry open the entrance from the rust that it had inevitably collected, he discovered that it was deadbolted shut.
Haydn had half expected the thing to go flying off its hinges, however he had prepared for the scenario before him regardless. Setting Amadeus down on the cracked pavement he had been forced to approach, Haydn sorted through the pockets of his coat and pants for a moment, touch lingering upon the ring in one of them for but an instant, before retrieving the set of lockpicks he had brought for the occasion. His gaze couldn't help but fix upon the toolkit in his palm, for it had been quite a while since he had practiced the art of breaking and entering, although this was perhaps the most noble purpose he had possessed for the action... ever, really. Eventually, Haydn shook himself out of his stupor, however, and set to work disposing of the obstacle before him. It took a few tries, but in the end all the lock consumed was a few minutes, just another obstacle useless in the long run.
As the door at last gave way, he found himself intaking a sharp breath, whatever trance he had fallen into breaking, revealing the bass drum that was his heart, a thump neither steady nor pleasant, just loud, inexorably so. A singular pace, and he recoiled as the fluorescent lights quavered into existence, the light stale, cold, dread. Amadeus did not follow inside, merely pawing at the doorframe, in which Haydn had the courage to rip his sight from the narrow, all-encompassing hallway, turning back. "You can stay outside, bud. Make sure no one's trying to follow me in," he said, barely recognizing his own voice. The way it reverberated across the moldy white walls, somehow made him sound like a younger version of himself, though within the echo he heard only screams. The lights, if only they would dim, offer some respite from all of it, if only he didn't see every brown stain bled into the concrete, a myriad of doors partially ajar. Haydn didn't want to look, in his heart he already knew what lay inside. Some intrinsic part of himself couldn't help but do so, however.
What he beheld was a once sterile operating table, cloth restraints frayed with age... and the impression of fingernails, attempting to rip against the binding. It was only a sideways glance, and yet he saw it all. And faced with a choice, there was none. He ran, deeper into the facility, no longer caring about whatever sort of discretion he would have thought to apply before. The words were almost caught on his tongue, but nonetheless Haydn managed to shout at the top of his lungs.
By this time Viji didn’t know how long it had been. Had it been hours or days? Time at this point was meaningless to her as she didn’t need to eat as she was provided with fuel from the pump attached to her back. The tears had dried and would be aggravating her face long time ago if it was made of anything other than her magic. There was feeling but it was more minute and was a lot easier to ignore.
Her door wasn’t sound proof as she could always hear the steps when people would come get her. It had gotten worse as time went on though as even without buddy there would be more creeks and noises she could only guess were from things like rats or least that is what she hoped was the worst of what was out there.
When Vi finally heard something that startled her and made her fall back a little; when she heard her cousin scream. Her emotions were so all over the place she took a minute before she could even think of trying to respond. After she finally got to her senses though her thoughts went to what if he can’t find her and leaves her even though he is so close? That scared her and trying to get his attention tried to scream. Nothing would come out, over and over she tried but nothing. Was she broken? Did she lose her voice over all this time? She knew Violet would make some noise and she was able to play somethings through videos but she was having a hard time trying to do that either.
As a few minutes had gone by which felt like hours her gut sank as her fear felt like it was coming to fruition. If she let this pass by she was going to die here or worse. Knowing nothing else she could do she started grabbing everything she could find and just chucked it at the door. Hoping it would cause enough noise that he would find her.
This was not an easy task for her though as a there were not a lot of heavy things to throw and her frantic movements would making the hose connected to her back jostle to the point she was in a lot of pain but it was nothing compared to the experiments she had gone through and the fear of being stuck here.
Vi’s heart was screaming. Her thoughts were pacing through her head, please find me. Don’t leave me here. Over and over those words were the ones she wanted to say. Or even I am here anything but nothing came out. The little noise she was making was feeling like nothing compared to the screaming voice inside her head, it was making her feel insane. The noise though light was not insignificant just that the screaming in her head was drowning the noise down to the point she thought of it no more than the creeks she could hear in the walls.
The white room looked like a tornado had gone through. All of the things Vi could pick up were now piled up near the door and only a few things that had been too heavy for Vi layed next to her as she couldn’t reach for anything more. With nothing else Vi just stood there fear just consuming her as she waited.
The sterile yet decrepit atmosphere seemed to swallow his scream, nothing, nothing, nothing. As he ran, wheezing and gasping as his voice cracked, then subsided, then called out in some almost animalistic terror, the dread piled onto his soul, sinking deep within as the lights flickered out, no, that was his own vision. Haydn halted, grabbing an exposed pipe for leverage, heaving what could have well been his last meal if not for the fact that he had completely forgotten to finish his lunch a few hours earlier. In his mind, words formed, the voice not his own but his nana's, in her native tongue: 一步一个脚印。One step, one footprint. Between harsh breaths he repeated it, barely a whisper. As his sneaker pressed forward, he could hear the splashing noise of puddle, looked down to see a brackish spill, that while logically water appeared as anything but in his mind. Ripping, tearing, the noises played over in his head, red, oh so red. To move from his current position would only be delving deep into the metaphorical dark, and as his grip tightened on the waterworks further, white-knuckled, Haydn recognized that he couldn't.
He had to, though. For Viji. For his foolish, stupid, dumbass of a teenage self, eager to become something he could never be. Haydn shut his eyes, refusing to witness the hell before him. He shut his eyes, and laughed, a hysterical, nonsensical, panicked noise that was somehow worse than the screams. How long he stood there, body weight supported by a leaking pipe, Haydn didn't know. He didn't dare move, lest he provoke the demon that laid in waiting, just beyond the cusp of shadow. And for a moment, all fell still, his mind, his heart, his soul, everything but the infernal hum of electricity, moaning for some higher purpose.
Then the pounding began.
His poise shot to attention in an almost feral way, the momentary calm before the storm having passed. Who was that, the man himself? Here to finally get rid o- no, that was nonsense. He wouldn't stoop so low. It had to be Vi, was she alive, really, truly alive? Had the letter not been some cruel lie? Haydn tried to walk with caution toward the noise, but with a slowed pace his gaze couldn't help but waver, peer inside every room that was held ajar. A monster caged would be better than facing whatever horror would be found in those open rooms, and thus his footfalls turned to a sprint once more. Each step he found the creak and thud of metal plates nigh unbearable, but he persevered. Until he was facing the door.
It was the same steel as everything else, sterile yet in time it would eventually erode into nothingness, just like the entire facility. For now, though, that was not the case. His fingertips reached toward the handle, but there was no twist, not even the slightest of a budge. And staring at the frame itself, Haydn was quick to deduce why that was the case. Soldered shut, it was clear that whoever had been the last person to leave the laboratory had wanted whatever was inside to stay locked away, forever. The banging at this point was palpable, with every stroke the entrance quivered, a small reverb. But it wouldn't be enough. There was no voice, though, maybe all that existed was just a metal machine, waiting to be sprung upon its next victim. At that moment, maybe it would be safest to just walk away, to never open the Pandora's box that was before him.
"Viji," he spoke, barely a whisper. Too quiet to be heard. "Viji, is that you?" Louder, then, and continued. "This... this is Haydn. Haydn Som... Sabilline." The name nearly died on his tongue.
Point before Haydn arrived Vi was in such a panic that she was sure that there was no chance this was going to work. Even him being here sounded like an impossible dream. Things were different then they used to be, finding him at all was a chore that she was sure that he would want no part in but somehow he didn’t even hesitate to be here.
With nothing left to throw it just got worse that she might never escape. How was he going to find her? Not like she could remember the the facility well. It had been so frightening to see anything for such a long time she would close her eyes and never look around her when she was taken from the room. So even if she could think about communication there was no way that Viji could navigate someone to her room.
All she could think of is that he was going to give up before he arrived to her room. There was no way this was happening. It felt too good to be true and was terrifying to even believe in the hope because if it got torn away there wouldn’t be anything left of her. That is when she started to terrify herself more as her uncle when it came to trying to break her would totally use his own son either by manipulating him or by pretending to be him. Maybe this was such an elaborate act that he planned it all from the start? That this was the way to finally let herself destroy herself and make her the perfect doll?
Vi knew she couldn’t let herself think that but couldn’t do anything but. Trying to stop the thoughts she started pounding her head against the wall but that just didn’t do enough as it didn’t effect her core which meant it didn’t stop anything when it came to thinking.
It wasn’t till she finally heard the voice from the other side of the door. The first part was too hard to hear or quite understand but it got loud enough that she knew it was her cousin. Her voice hadn’t came back though her stress was making everything go haywire in her system. Even Velvet who had been there most of the time was having a hard time staying as a hologram, she was fading in and out.
Attempting to scream she couldn’t make out anything truly audible only a vague sounds as she tried saying “Help, I am here. Please save me.” But with her voice and system being so jacked it sounded more like “Erp, E m ee. Eas va e” In a screechy kind of way and it frightened even her.
Her mind was running and she was running out of ideas as she was trying to think of a way for her to be understood but nothing was coming. She couldn’t even think about trying to email him again. Only thing she could focus on was the here and now and it all felt like there was going to be no happy ending.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Dec 23, 2020 6:16:45 GMT
Distraught, he barely recognized the response that emanated from the other side of the door. Not that it was an answer, more so a string of vaguely humanoid consonants and vowels strung together in some nonsensical fashion, whatever message that was attempting to be communicated garbled beyond recognition. And yet it was speech, feminine at that, which meant that there was a possibility that the voice was Viji. How long had it been since the laboratory had been abandoned, how many days, weeks, months, years had she been caged, forced to live an existence without contact from a single other being? For a matter of fact, how had she survived? Haydn knew the answer before he even posed the question, gaze shifting to stare at the cold steel locking her away from the world. A mistake, for in it his sight sought purchase with his own reflection, the horror. Haydn didn't want her to see that. He didn't want her to see his face, the visage that he refused to look at in a damned mirror for its resemblance to a certain man's. A certain man, who was undoubtedly the reason why Vi still clung to the miserable reality of the damned, rather than having cast off the throes of life to face whatever lay in the great beyond.
"Please, close your eyes," Haydn said, voice shaking, barely pushing beyond the threshold of audibility but maybe, just maybe, making its way beyond the steel partition. Did she even still have eyes to see the truth, was she even physically capable of observing reality, after so long? He had no way of knowing, but regardless hoped, dreamed, that she would do as requested. Anyone would be a better first face to see, anything, really. He contemplated calling Amadeus over, but then stopped. Vi remembered what he looked like anyway, right? So then it didn't matter, other than that thing. And Haydn was pretty damn sure that she had seen more terrifying things than what his own magic entailed.
With that, his mind called out to the unfathomable void that bound all fates together, grasping at some infinitesimal sliver of its power. Lend me you strength, Oblivion, so that I may help another see once more. His thoughts became reality, eyes flickering from navy to gold. More drastically, however, did a midnight mist flood through the hallway, altering his own physical form into something very human and yet simultaneously most certainly not - flowing from his back a pair of wings and tentacles of the identical hue, with numerous, starlit eyes bedazzled where scars would normally be displayed. In that moment it didn't matter, however, all that did was the annihilation of the barrier that cleft the facility in two, on one side freedom and the other absolute hell. Thus, he summoned up all the force he could muster, an assault of eldritch fragments weaved by the desperation of a man who was terrified out of his soul but too scared to admit it in front of the one he was supposedly saving. Eventually, though, with a final beat of his heart and magic in tandem, did the steel let out a tremendous clang as it struck the floor, revealing the cell in which Viji had been kept, and allowing them to lay eyes upon each other for the first time in over a decade.
Limbo - 4 Type: Takeover Range: Personal Effect: While the influence of the Allseeing Oblivion is often a subtle affair, within the state of Limbo does the true extent of Haydn's pact reveal itself. Taking on the features of the void itself - or perhaps merely his own imagination of what the cosmic entity would appear to look like, he has yet to peer that far into the depths - Haydn gains access to a form and magic that is far more suited to physical confrontation than his normal self. However, with it comes the removal of the anonymity he so desperately cherishes, and thus he is always hesitant when invoking such power. 4 post duration, 3 post cooldown.
{General Appearance}At the acceptance of Limbo, Haydn's gaze shifts from blue to gold, while additional eyes sprout through his body, colored the midnight of empty space. This eerie feature is most abundance on either side of his visage in clusters, as well as scattered across his arms and back, corresponding with some of the scars normally found upon his skin. As well, navy mist begins to drift from his back, taking the form of a pair of wings and two grasping tentacles if he so wills it. Upon careful observation, hints of golden eyes can be found imbued within this fog, glimmering almost like starlight.
{Natural Weaponry}Name: Allsight Class: C Description: The eyes granted by the Allseeing Oblivion are not merely decorations to awe or abhor, they serve the function of providing sight. While placed in locations that would make for an odd kaleidoscope of vision, Haydn's very human mind processes this as simply being able to see everywhere around him. This does limit Allsight's true gifts in the sense that he cannot simply peek an eye on say his hand around a corner to see what is there, but perhaps in the future this will change. Effect/Function: Allsight allows Haydn to see in all directions, although notably, at this level, only his natural pair of eyes are affected by the passive Truesight.
Name: Blessing of the Fallen Class: C Description: The Allseeing Oblivion does not limit itself to a single view, and thus neither do those that embrace its philosophies. Perspective is important, and upon wings of thick mist is Haydn capable of changing his own vantage point. The pair of almost angelic limbs are hued a deep sapphire, with gilded eyes shimmering throughout their incorporeal existence. Effect/Function: So long as Limbo is active, Haydn is capable of flying up to a maximum height of 25 meters, with a carrying capacity of 30 kilograms.
Name: Grasp of the Void Class: C Description: While the Allseeing Oblivion often takes on an incorporeal existence, the true extent of its power is not merely a handful of mind games and parlor tricks. Within the state of Limbo, Haydn is able to manifest this reality, two inky tendrils emerging from the center of his back. These ultramarine tentacles appear to have a length of 2 meters, although they have an elasticity that allows them to stretch up 5 meters if Haydn wills it. Effect/Function: C-class limbs.
Name: Oblivion's Care Class: C Description: The mists that surround Haydn during Limbo are not merely for show, they serve as a buffer to physical and magical attacks aimed at him. Upon impact, it can be seen that the mist shimmers gold, while dependent on the attack eyes may seem to shatter, leaving behind only deep azure. Notably, even when exhausted of its defensive capabilities the fog never truly disperses, although as it is worn down fewer and fewer illusory stares can be seen. Effect/Function: C-class armor.
{Abilities}Techniques: 12/12 Roiling Depths - 4 Type: Offensive Range: 15 meters Effect: At the invocation of the Roiling Depths, the mists that normally surround Haydn during Limbo disperse in a 15 meter radius around him, keeping relatively low to the ground or at whatever altitude his own feet are at. From this fog do tendrils form, whipping around the area to deal serious slashing damage to all enemies within reach. In addition, up to four targets of Haydn's choosing become entangled in these tentacles, requiring a Power of 40 or greater to break free of their grasp, else they are restrained from movement. These grappling apparatuses have the durability of a C-class item at this rank. Overall, the Roiling Depths can be sustained for a maximum of 3 posts, any enemies sustaining damage upon entering its area for the first time, and has a 3 post cooldown.
Consuming Embrace - 4 Type: Offensive/Supportive Range: 12 meters Effect: So long as an enemy is within 12 meters of him and is already held by a tentacle of the Allseeing Oblivion, Haydn is capable of extracting life from said target. Over the course of a post, the chosen target is dealt two instances of intense damage, while during that same post Haydn may heal up to one intense wound present on his body. Cooldown of 4 posts.
Beating Ire - 4 Type: Offensive Range: 25 meters Effect: The rhythm of a beat, a drum, a heart, all amplified through the otherworldly nature of the Allseeing Oblivion. Channelling its power into the wings upon his back, Haydn is capable of creating a cone of physical and psychic force, with a length of 25 meters and a maximum width of 10, that deals both forms of serious damage to all enemies within. Those with a Power of 40 or less are pushed back 10 meters by the invoked Beating Ire, in which it then goes on a 3 post cooldown. Notably, the force created by Haydn's wings doesn't seem to affect objects or surroundings that are not directly targeted by him, hinting at their true nature.
Roiling Depths - 4 Type: Offensive Range: 15 meters Effect: At the invocation of the Roiling Depths, the mists that normally surround Haydn during Limbo disperse in a 15 meter radius around him, keeping relatively low to the ground or at whatever altitude his own feet are at. From this fog do tendrils form, whipping around the area to deal serious slashing damage to all enemies within reach. In addition, up to four targets of Haydn's choosing become entangled in these tentacles, requiring a Power of 40 or greater to break free of their grasp, else they are restrained from movement. These grappling apparatuses have the durability of a C-class item at this rank. Overall, the Roiling Depths can be sustained for a maximum of 3 posts, any enemies sustaining damage upon entering its area for the first time, and has a 3 post cooldown.
Beating Ire - 4 Type: Offensive Range: 25 meters Effect: The rhythm of a beat, a drum, a heart, all amplified through the otherworldly nature of the Allseeing Oblivion. Channelling its power into the wings upon his back, Haydn is capable of creating a cone of physical and psychic force, with a length of 25 meters and a maximum width of 10, that deals both forms of serious damage to all enemies within. Those with a Power of 40 or less are pushed back 10 meters by the invoked Beating Ire, in which it then goes on a 3 post cooldown. Notably, the force created by Haydn's wings doesn't seem to affect objects or surroundings that are not directly targeted by him, hinting at their true nature.