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.
It was midday on Crocus's single moon, the sky only marred with a few wisps of white cloud. While the President's Citadel was often a quiet place, at least compared to the metropolis of the planet below, today such was not the case. Ships roared about just barely controlled by the traffic monitors, and the architecture itself was ornamented with literal tons of flora, giving the almost harsh lines of metal a more natural touch fitting of the nation Fiore once was. Covered monorail lines criss-crossed the water below, carrying far more passengers than usual. Of course, such was expected, it being the Independence Gala and all.
Usually a rather exclusive event, reserved for politicians and the general high society, this year was an exception to the rule. Invitations had been delivered throughout the galaxy, some specified for those who would normally attend, other distributed with complete randomness. There were a few stipulations, the most obvious being no weapons allowed on the premises, and a second being a formal dress code expected of something worthy of the title gala. The sole reason for the openness was because of the particular milestone, a thousand years after all is a pretty momentous time, and although some of the current Earthland nations had existed for longer than that span of time, few were more successful, or at least in the minds of most Fiorans.
Inside the center building of the citadel the rooms were filled with decorum of varying kinds, twelve rooms connecting to a central node where a double staircase up to a podium was found. Each was themed around one of the states of the Federation, although certainly they portrayed a more optimistic side compared to the truth. People already bustled about, chatting, some playing games of both the card and more activity oriented varieties. There was food and drink found about as well, and music could be heard in the background, a dance floor found in the largest room. As of the time, however, nothing particularly celebratory was happening, or at least nothing particularly correlated with the ceremonies to be found later that day.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Mar 23, 2019 4:12:28 GMT
There they were again, at the oh so inviting President's Citadel. Why it was called that and not something a little bit more hospitable, perhaps a 'manor' or even a 'complex' had always been a wonder to Leo, especially considering the place was not all that militarized, the obvious exception being security. Yes, for a 'citadel', there were plenty of discreet ways to enter, the least of which being the water that lay all below them, accessible by nearby woods. But, whatever, not like it really mattered to him anyway. His observations were more so habit than anything, nagging ones at that, more than likely brought on by the cramped condition of the railway running to and from the different buildings of the area. Of course, to most it wasn't that bad, but unfortunately he had never been able to shake off his claustrophobia acquired by, well, Leo tried not to think about that. At least the transport wasn't crowded; it was still early in the day, or at least as far as galas went.
"Here, let me fix your hair," Eris said, flattening a bit of his blond tufts down. He looked over at her, exhaling forcefully, hands on his jaws so that they moved when he spoke, though he said nothing for the moment. The other guests arriving were similarly quiet, the only sound soon being the subtle deceleration of the tram, much to his relief. Of course, though, no expression of his gave away such emotion, perhaps the only thing detectable would be the slight tenseness of his posture, although so minor that anyone that didn't know him well would have no idea. He stood up almost immediately, Eris following him soon after. "Oh come on, it's just a train."
Her voice was sarcastic, he could tell such the moment she started speaking. "A small train," Leo responded with some mild resentment, though like her his tone was not all that serious. Once disembarked, they emerged on a platform just outside the central building of the Citadel itself, others entering and exiting the grandiose doors nearby. The air had a floral fragrance to it, more than likely intentional although certainly not unwelcome. "Shall we, then?" He held out his arm with a crook, in which she intertwined her own, nodding.
"Hey, you don't hate it yet." He shook his head with an ever slight "tch" like sound, though a smile accompanied it. Soon, they were inside the event itself, things a bit slow for the moment although certainly bound to pick up soon, with an influx of guests. Leo and Eris themselves stood out on neither the formal or informal side of things, her wearing a sky blue dress that although was fancy certainly was no ballgown, and him in a navy suit with a gray vest and tie, matching her attire, under it.
Blitz glanced up at the ships arcing through the air as he walked along one side of the road towards the Citadel a short distance away. On some level, he was aware that gawking into the sky like a tourist would make it plain as day that he wasn't used to seeing flying ships - at least ones that advanced - but he was having a difficult time keeping his interest as an inventor in check, what with all the new technology around. There were literally hundreds of inventions that hadn't existed back in his day, and others that he only faintly recognized, but that had evolved incredibly far since he'd escaped his homeworld. Come to think of it, Blitz realized, a lot of the main populace exited the warp storms before I did, and I'm fairly certain a number of them knew my technology and inventions, even if none were taken along for the ride - it's not entirely impossible that some of this might be modeled off my own tech. Blitz glanced at some of the passing ships, then the walkways, and finally the buildings in the distance. Nothing stood out, but after a 1000 years, it was entirely possible that there was some influence there, but had changed so greatly that not even he could tell the difference anymore. Might have to make some connections here, see if my name rings any bells among the more knowledgeable folk. I didn't hold any major titles back on Earthland, but I fought in both Boscan wars and the Demon Invasion, so maybe my name got added onto a roster someplace.
I'm not sure anyone here would be from my own time, though, Blitz mused. From what I've gathered since I awoke, most of the populace traveled through space as they were, living out their lifetimes on-board the ships, so their descendants were the ones who founded the first colonies that formed the organizations that exist today. But my own trip was made in stasis, more of a straight shot - from my perspective, I left Earthland only weeks ago. If not for the flying cars and abundance of technology, I'd find it hard to believe that a thousand years have actually passed since that day.
It would also help if I could clearly recall the damn thing, Blitz thought, holding the side of his head briefly with a slight grimace. Blitz's body and mind had come through the trip unscathed, but his magic had greatly deteriorated from not being used for a full millennia, and some of his memories were fuzzy, like a patchwork of remembrance. He could clearly recall some details as if they had happened the day before, but others were so fuzzy and unclear that he couldn't be entirely sure if he'd just dreamed some parts of it while in stasis. The Blight as a whole remained vague to him - he recalled that it had swept the planet like a disease, and caused the exodus, along with the triggers that caused it to happen to some extent, but beyond that, it was like his memory about it had crumbled away, leaving dust and questions in its wake. Judging by the cocktail of emotions that bubbles up when I imagine returning to Earthland, there might have been more to it, Blitz thought, but until I either find more clues or recall more of what happened, that's going to have to take a backseat for the time being.
Blitz walked up and fished the invitation out of his vest pocket, showing it to the guards, who glanced at his metal arm before nodding silently and allowing him passage. Guess they're supposed to keep an eye out for weapons, but can't exactly ask a guy to leave his arm with security, Blitz mused, stepping inside, noting the somewhat grand size of the hall and the attire of the other guests. Blitz himself stood out a bit, given that he was wearing a sleeveless vest with flames across the front and blue jeans, but he hadn't exactly packed much in the way of spare clothing before the trip to space, so he had to make due for the time being. Besides, even if he'd been in a full suit, his striped hat would have clashed with it anyway.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Mar 26, 2019 0:42:32 GMT
It was slow, even for a bureaucratic event. For Fiore's attempts to diversify the gala, for the most part the same people were in attendance as always, or at least those were not particularly affluent were playing a decent enough charade. Then again, the various instruments set up for performers later on were currently vacated, ambiance music projecting from some hidden speaker tuned to some pop song he didn't care to recognize, which told Leo they probably had come too early. Whatever, it wasn't like they were pressed for time, quite the contrary was the truth in fact. He stretched his arms up, looking over at Eris. "So, what would you like to do?" His golden eyes wandered almost subconsciously from her face to the people passing them, giving him and her nothing more than a glance or two which was, for all intents and purposes, a good thing. They flickered back and forth even as Eris contemplated various options, the only way such was detectable being the sideward position of her pursed lips. Leo's gaze eventually fell on the concert grand piano situated unattended near a corner of the center room, though certainly not on purpose.
Eris had, naturally, taken notice of this, and with a gentle nudge she suggested, "Why don't you go play it?" His attention turned back to her, a mixed expression of amusement and mild horror present on his visage.
"Only if you sing," Leo retorted, in which a similar reaction to what he had just gone through was mirrored in Eris, who eventually rolled her eyes, shaking her head in a dismissive matter.
"Guess that's a no then."
He nodded. "You know, it's probably for the better. I would have most definitely played Moonlight Sonata, to, ah, celebrate the occasion." Granted, that song had little to do with Independence Day in particular, but it was interwoven into the events that had caused such an upheaval to begin with. He flashed her a somewhat mischievous grin, despite the fact that it fell soon after into perpetual obscurity. "Do they even know," he paused mid-sentence, ever aware of the crowd of people around them, "is that song even printed anymore?"
She shrugged, answering with a rhetorical question. "Did you put it in a history book?" He exhaled softly, ruffling one hand through his hair. Of course, academically a song broadcasted at a certain time during an event that far overshadowed it was not important on the grand scale of things, but still perspective was a tricky thing. To him, that melody was his strongest memory of disaster, perhaps a barrier formed over the years, perhaps something else entirely. Whatever the case, Eris's not so subtle eye gestures pointing toward a man that stood out in the crowd pulled him out of recollection. "Surprised that guy got past the guards," she commented casually, in which he focused his attention on the man in question.
And yeah, she was most certainly correct, as per usual. Leo was no expert on style, he had shown absolutely no interest in it for quite a long time, but a man wearing blue jeans, some kind of vest with... fire print? on it, and a striped hat to boost, well that was not exactly typical gala attire. He let out a low whistle, mouth twisting into a smirk that could almost be described as malicious although his words following told another story. "I believe that might be a sufficient time killer for now."
Eris grabbed Leo's hand and starting walking toward the man with the strange attire, offering a "Yeah, whatever," in response while doing so. He followed her without reluctance although stumbled for the first step and half or so. He soon noticed the man also had a prosthetic left arm, one that was, oddly enough, not made to even attempt to cover up the fact that it was artificial. He was probably someone who encountered combat rather frequently, Leo reasoned, as that demographic was usually the most likely to receive injuries that would even result in having to get replacement limbs in the first place, not to mention a metal arm would stand out far less on a battlefield than say a 9 to 5 office job. Making sure she had the man's attention in someway, whether that be by a tap or simple eye contact, Eris addressed him quickly, not offering him nearly as many strange looks as others around were. "That is some interesting clothing you have on, good sir. It must have a story behind it, right?" She offered a small smile, and although Leo knew it was nothing more than a pleasantry, he doubted the man would ever notice such. Leo copied her expression out of pure habit, not even questioning in his mind the meaning of such, it having been thoroughly ingrained time and time again.
As a dimly lit ship gracefully sped through the empty expanse of space, shades blocking the light of nearby stars, Laelynn laid hunched over, breathing gently fast asleep over her work table with a peaceful smile on her face. Around the small, yet homely ship laid various tools, parts, and countless bags and wrappers of various fast food places scattered all across the floor. Old habits died hard, even in a new environment, it seemed. After her escape from Elseima, along with Leonidas and Eris, the latter two had helped her with obtaining a ship of her own, or rather, at this point, a home. She had wasted no time in making it feel like her own, to be certain, quickly adapting it into an improvised workshop with accommodations for living comfortably. Albiet, the bit of credits Leonidas and Eris had given her helped greatly as well. After such a tough time on the street for so many years, the kindness of the two had taken her by great surprise, almost surreal. This only was added onto the fact they had managed to snag her an invite to the Independence Gala, on Crocus' moon no less.
How strange life was, that in such a short time, she went from possessing nothing as an urchin in the streets, to being one of the lucky civilians to attend a fancy party filled with powerful politicians and figures. Such a change in pace, in fact, she had spent much of the time prior to this restlessly working on repairing her suit and designing new ideas, straight until she passed out from exhaustion. She was never one to let her mind idle, after all. Despite the peaceful trip, Laelynn's nap was interrupted by a loud, monotonous beeping that begun to loudly repeat through the air!
"Alert! Arrival to destination estimated to be...one standard galactic hour!"
"AAAH, NO, I SWEAR I DIDN'T TAKE THAT MATRIX! I JUST FOUND IT ON THE GROU-!" Erupting from her sleep in a violent, frantic manner, Laelynn looked left to right in a dazed fashion, breaking into a small chuckle and letting out a relieved sigh. "Acknowledged.~ Alert, off!~" As the loud beeping began to fade away into silence, Laelynn rolled around her shoulders one at a time, staring straight up at the roof of the ship. "Still not used to waking up here...beats that warehouse for sure though..." Picking herself up from the work desk, she sleepily walked over to the main seat of the ship, staring down to the map presented on the monitor, showing indeed, she was fast approaching Crocus' moon. "Well, least auto pilot works, was half expectin' to end up in the middle of nowhere..." Knowing with certainty her course was correct, Laelynn went over to a small set of drawers, which held what little clothes she owned, including the most recently bought formal wear she was practically forced to get for the gala. Pulling out a pair of slacks and a dress shirt, Laelynn's visage immediately went to a scowl at the thought of wearing them. She prioritized comfort and practicality above all, so having to wear some scratchy dress pants and a sleeved shirt with less flexibility immediately raised her ire. Yet and still, it couldn't be helped.
In a short amount of time, Laelynn made use of the ship's accommodations, showering up, brushing her hair, and adorning the formal attire, looking at herself in the mirror, testing the flexibility range of the clothes with slow but wide movements, letting out a sigh of discomfort. "Just for one day, just for one day, just for one day..." She chanted to herself, attempting to gather some form of mental resolve to go through with it. After all, it was a once and a life time chance to attend the thousandth anniversary of independence day, and surely, the free food there would make it worth it...hopefully. With all the preparations finished, Laelynn seated herself in the main pilot seat, reaching over to a conveniently placed mini fridge below the terminal, filled to the brim with melon soda, pulling out a can and popping off the top. "Wonder what it's gonna be like..." Pressing a button, the shades on the ship opened, Laelynn kicked back, placing her feet on the terminal and crossing her legs, casually reclining to watch the stars as she took a sip of her favorite soda.
-A short time later...-
After a brief landing and making her way past the security, Laelynn had finally made it to the Gala, walking past the entrance with a look of awe at the grand splendor. Adding to this was the most recent song on the playlist, though not one she was familiar with, she was a fan of the genre none the less. Despite this, after the initial shock, Laelynn's senses soon adjusted, taking note of the large crowds of people gathered around, immediately taking away from the pleasurable catharsis of being present, and bringing a sense of discomfort. Rather, on her time in Elseima, she mostly slept for the "day" and woke at night, either to invent, or heist, specifically when the hussle and bussle had calmed down. So now, openly in front of so many people, with no mask, or even weapons to speak of, it practically left her feeling bare and exposed. Adding to this, the more she scanned the area, she noticed how many were dressed in such fancy, yet frivolous garments, speaking with others in the high class, some even giving a few scoffs directed towards her, presumably at her bare basic choice of "formal" attire.
"And suddenly, I have no clue why I decided to come here..." Rolling her eyes at the haughty, elitist behavior of a few of the politicians and upper class, Laelynn's attention quickly snapped to another section of the grand hall, a large catering cart being wheeled in by the staff, a heavenly aroma wafting past her nose a veritable feast of delicacies past before her, turning her mood as a small grin crossed her face. "Right, I remember now.~" Chuckling to herself quietly, she quickly followed their lead to the main catering table, carefully looking over the table with a discerning eye for what to snack on first. "hous'deo...horsduvoe...uh..." Looking over a small sign, labeling a section of the table as "hors d'oeuvres," she attempted multiple times to pronounce it, each time more of a failure than the last. "Screw it!" Without any hesitation, she grabbed a delicious looking treat that appeared to be made of some form of whipped eggs and cheese, with a granular, black paste gently placed atop it, plopping the entire thing in her mouth in one bite.
"Mmmmpffhhh!" Immediately holding back the urge to spit all over the table, Laelynn had unknowingly taken a bite of a mini quiche topped with caviar, which her taste buds immediately rejected. "PAHH!" Spitting into a nearby napkin and throwing it into the trash, Laelynn shook her head in violent disgust at the shock such a salty, strange food caused her. "Rich people "actually" eat this stuff?? Disgusting...!" Mumbling to herself about how much she yearned for some good old Kunigi Fried Chicken, she attempted to move over along the table, hoping to find something at least palatable for her more "common" taste. //Hope I'll find Uncle Leo and Aunt Eris soon, not even sure what to trust at this table anymore...//
last edited Mar 27, 2019 9:11:36 GMT by SilverRush
Blitz glanced around at the other guests briefly as he entered the hall - a few spared him glances - his attire, no doubt - but all eventually went back to their own conversations after a moment or two. Suits and dresses in all directions, Blitz noted. Definitely a bit under-dressed for the occasion, but come to think of it, I'm not sure I ever owned a proper suit, even when I lived on Earthland. Not much call for it back then.
He wandered over to one of the refreshment tables - while Blitz himself wasn't that hungry or thirsty, it was common practice to partake of the offered vittles - even someone who wandered as much as Blitz did knew that much. Blitz ladled out a sampling of the punch into a glass and took a brief sip. Not bad, Blitz mused, taking a quick swig. Maybe I should attend these kind of things more often.
Before he could contemplate further, however, a duo wandered up to him - a young-looking blonde man and a raven-haired girl who seemed to be close in age, asking about his appearance. He had wondered if his attire would have attracted disdain when he first entered, but they seemed legitimately curious about it. Instead of answering, Blitz glanced up at his own hat, flicking the edge of the hem with a fingertip.
"Perhaps you should ask the clothing, then." said a voice - not from Blitz, but from the hat atop his head. Two lines of azure, neon-like light appeared on the hat's main surface, before widening - no, opening into a pair of eyes and mouth made of faint neon light, glancing down at the duo with a combination of mild interest and wariness.
Blitz chuckled softly. "Sorry about that, but couldn't resist letting him get the first word in. Given the atmosphere, allow me to introduce myself - my name is Blitz Ranfen, and this slightly scowly fellow is Shoop," Blitz added, gesturing to his hat, still peering silently at the duo. "As for my attire, well, my nearest formal outfit is about half a galaxy away and has been collecting dust for a full millennia, so I imagine the dust and moths have taken it by now." he said with an amused smile.
"But since we're exchanging pleasantries, what brings you here? Meeting and greeting? Sampling the menu? Or just enjoying the company?" Blitz asked.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Mar 31, 2019 21:38:57 GMT
Funny, the man's crumpled hat had a persona to it. It wasn't exactly alive, but still it spoke, like some type of puppet or artificial intelligence, that was the more correct word for it. Granted, it wasn't a piece of technology so much as a magical entity, or so Leo assumed, but still the terminology applied. Eris offered a "hmph" in response to Shoop, though it was less surprise and more so a suppressed laugh at such irony. That being said, the construct at least told him the man was familiar with magic, perhaps even a mage himself.
Leo and Eris exchanged glances as he mentioned the word 'millennia,' which didn't exactly have the meaning he assigned it but no matter, it was clear that this Blitz was speaking of Earthland. Beautiful, old, horrific Earthland, while travelers through warp storms occasionally popped up on their radar, this was the second in quite a short period of time, or so he presumed, the first of course being one Laelynn Morbane, who, as he thought about it, had said she would attend to the gala. Then again, if her father's track record was anything to show, such had a fat chance of actually happening. In any case, his attention soon flitted back to the man before them, who had seemingly experienced the vast majority of his life in another age. Leo knew the isolation that could come with that, though of course to Blitz a thousand years hadn't really passed, he had simply been transported from one point along the space-time continuum to the next.
"I think the Blight might be a more likely culprit," Leo said with a wink in response, a casual grin washing away any concern he would normally have addressing such a topic. Indeed, they did not dare reveal their true identities or common experiences with the man before them, not in such a public place, not to such a stranger. Most likely, Blitz would probably interpret such an action as him merely being in the know about historical information, which was exactly what Leo wanted, that and nothing more.
Witty comments aside, the implements of small talk always came back to bite, in which Eris courteously replied. "Oh, you know, celebrating the holiday and all that. It was nice of the president to open up the elitist's party for this special occasion." She smiled, pretending like they weren't a part of such group. "Ah, but where are my manners! I'm Eris Sigal, and this is my husband Leonidas Aglaeca. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Ranfen."
Blitz didn't catch the glance that passed between the duo at his choice of wording, but in his head, he had the brief thought of Wait, is millenia the singular or the plural? Crud, never thought I'd have to take that particular bit of grammar this seriously, but it's kinda relevant now.
What he DID catch, however, was Leo mentioning the Blight back on Earthland, though from his grin, it was clearly a teaser that he was aware of more than he let on, but wasn't really going to chat about it. "Well....color me curious. Perhaps attending this event was a better idea than I first thought."
The girl mentioned that they were there to enjoy the party, and her emphasis on the usual group that attended that area was a clue that she, too, knew some things that he wouldn't expect. And is equally tight-lipped about it outside of the clues, Blitz thought. I swear, I'm nicknaming these two "Subtle" and "Hint" until proven otherwise.
She did, however, give out two bits of information freely - her name, Eris, and that of her husband, Leo. "A pleasure to meet you two as well. Though I must admit, I haven't been here long enough to know what this building is typically used for," Blitz added, glancing around at the spacious room and high ceilings. "I suppose the guest list is considerably more restrained, but this place has some room to spare even with the current numbers. Seems a bit of a waste if they only dust this place off for holidays."
He didn't even know the true purpose of where they were? That was a bit surprising to both of them, although certainly not completely out of the picture, after all Blitz had been dropped into an unknown time with little to reference, considering how well-known much information he seemed to be in the dark about was. It would be difficult, being a thirty something year old man asking about the most basic things, not to mention suspicious and probably embarrassing. Leo empathized with him for a moment, though of course despite his technical age, the man was still young, at least by his terms.
"Oh my, you certainly have a few things to catch up on," Leo laughed gently. "This is the President's Citadel, and most of the time it simply serves as the home of the Federation's president and where their cabinet and the like assembles." He scratched the back of his neck for a moment, looking up in thought. "Ah yes! It's been a while since I've talked about these sorts of things, my apologies. I used to be a history professor, but ah, life happened, let's just say that. In any case, the Federation of Fioran States, a democracy, by the way, is what succeeded the Fiorean Kingdom, though it wasn't truly established until long after Independence Day, when King Stefan's rule was overthrown, as humanity was more or less stuck on a few ships for three hundred years. As you might imagine, from a historian's perspective that time isn't terribly interesting, although it's vital in explaining the relative disconnect to Earthland we have today."
He had probably over explained things a little bit, although granted Blitz didn't exactly seem too in the know about recent affairs considering he hadn't even known their location's usual purpose. It couldn't be helped, in any case, Leo greatly enjoyed reciting facts about the past in a distant, matter of fact way, or rather simply removed from his own recollection, considering the excitement he had spoken with. Perhaps the terminology professor would draw a bit of attention, considering his apparent age, but such wasn't nearly as widespread as the truth. In any case, Blitz could probably tell that he was eager to go into more detail, Eris shaking her head a little although smiling at the same time at his rare, genuine energy.
When Blitz mentioned the location they were in and its use, the young man's expression changed ever so briefly before he explained that it was where the President of the Citadel and his associates tended to gather for meetings, in addition to being the President's estate. "So he opened his own doors for a gala? Kind of him." Blitz said, taking another sip of his drink. Reminds me of Era, in a way, Blitz thought. Never got much in the way of invites up there, but being part of Fairy Tail and a contributor to their legacy of property damage didn't exactly put me in their good books to begin with.
The young man elaborated further about the holiday and the exodus, along with King Stefan. "Well, nasty bit of misfortune, what happened to the homeworld," Blitz said, crossing his arms, holding his drink carefully in one hand, "But I suppose if that shady Stefan got his comeuppance, then silver lining, at least. Never did fully trust that fellow. Much would have preferred his older brother as King. Strict, sure," Blitz admitted with a slight shrug, "But at least he didn't suggest anything absurd like legalizing the dark guilds. Madness." Blitz finished his sentence with another swig of his drink.
Blitz glanced at Leo as he finished his miniature lecture. "I wouldn't mind a refresher course, actually. The 'disconnect' of which you speak is in a sort of limbo from my perspective - my own mind and memories have a gap between sometime during the Exodus and now." Blitz explained. "I think spending that long in stasis managed to get me away from the Blight safely, but my memories around the time of departure are rather hazy, so I'm a bit behind the times in terms of local news. A side effect of being asleep for that long, I suppose, but given what the alternative might have been, I'm more than willing to work with what I've got."
"Didn't help that it affected us as well," Shoop quipped, who had, until now, remained silent after his initial greeting. "Your magic went into our creation, which helped establish our magic, but seems like it backfired this time, so we can't remember, either."
Blitz shrugged apologetically. "What's done is done. Not like I had any say in the matter. Besides, I've told you before," Blitz added, glancing up at Shoop, "There were some unknowns in the mix at the time. A variable where there was supposed to be a constant. I'm thankful - most of the time - that a smartass personality was all that that particular deviation created as a result," Blitz mentioned, earning a light scoff - but not disagreement - from Shoop.