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.
Jak tried to lift herself up, but a screaming pain sent her flopping to the floor again.
Yep.
That was a broken wrist.
Jak shifted her weight to the left, letting her right arm dangle as she made it to her knees. Whatever Callahan was now, he was far beyond her abilities. Hell, chances were that none of them could take him in a fair fight... But Jak didn't like playing fair. Besides, she had noticed something else that had given her just a glimmer of hope.
The moment that Callahan raised his hand, she was already making her way to the railing. She had jumped over before he had even shot that burst of magic. If he truly wanted to kill her, he wouldn't have just fired into nothing. And judging by what he said, he definitely wanted to kill her. But, instead, he'd fired into nothing. No. Not nothing. He had fired at where Jak had been standing. "He's blind."
As Eris approached her, that's all she could manage to mutter, waving off any assistance that Leo's ally may have been looking to give. Instead, Jak tried to focus on anything other than the plan she was beginning to form. She leaned on her right hand with all her weight, sending her mind into a frenzy of chaotic thoughts and angry shouting. With her free hand, she tore her sleeve off at the shoulder, wrapping the scraps of cloth around one end of the shock baton, while her only thoughts were of her body, begging herself to stop causing so much pain.
"W̳̬̳h̫̠̰̳̫͍a̧̩̥̠̤͔t̢ ҉̮̞ḁ̤ ͚͞MA̢͈R̶͔̘V̯̟E̝̣̹̕L̮̯͔̼͎O͏̼̭̥U̻̹͍͙͞S̵ ̛̪͇i͍͔̰͟d̤̤e͖̺̩̤͍̦̗͟a͇̪̖͢!" he crooned, his voice at once booming and distorted, "T͉̪͡a̤̗̜̤̗͕͚k̻͎̩̝͕̹e̖͔̯̱ ̼̣̺̙͔ͅi̙̪͕̬͖̘̥t͜ ҉͓a͈̲̟͟l̩̺̯̗͍̤l̹:̜̦̙̝ ̪th҉͙̗a̯͕̹̤ṯ̰̬͍ ̻̥̬͓̗I̡ ̷̜͉͍̥͉̭̱m̙̣͖̤a̡͎͈̩̣͕̠y ̖̲͠b̬͎͕e̵̪̪̮͎c̗̟̬͓̦o̵̖͉̞͕m̷̞̻͈̮͎ͅè̯̺̜ ̹̤͕͍̤t̻̺̱̟h̰̹̯͍̜́e̴͚̦̠ ͠G̘̫̪̮͇͈̯o̴̼̬͎̲ḍ̠̣͔ ̶̺̳̺͓y̞͓̳̟̺ͅọ̰̤́ụ͠ ̟da̵̰͎r̡͍̮̪̫̠e͞ no̟̻̘̣̰͓t̻͈̫͓̘̬͚͘ ̴̫͙̬̟b͏͇̗͇͓͚̯͓e͏͇̪̜̺̼̗!̻̦̝͔͙̙̼"
Honestly, she had no idea if this would be effective... but it was better than doing nothing. Callahan was approaching Leo quickly, spurred on by the immortal's taunting. Callahan said he could smell their magic. But Jak had none to speak of. He never saw, felt or heard Jak. Her plan was sheltered from his power by the pain that Jak was inflicting on herself. But when she jumped on Callahan's back, the old man roared with a primal fury, dropping the weapon he was holding to grasp at whoever was latching onto him.
But Jak worked quickly, tucking the wad of cloth into the crook of her elbow, the baton passing along The Shadow's neck, held tightly in Jak's good hand. With a shout of "Eat a dick!" Jak pressed the button, sending shockwaves through Callahan's body which made him spasm and kick, while Jak just tried to hold on for dear life.
After what felt like hours, Jak could feel herself airborne, but only for a moment, before smashing into something big and metal. A chorus of terrified cries rang out from inside as the shipping container reverberated with the force of the impact.
As Jak's vision faded, all she could see was Callahan, in a feral rage, reaching for Leo, one last time.
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Under his breath Leo cursed, witnessing Jacqueline's reckless assault from behind. He watched her bound up the steps even as he spoke, providing a further distraction. "A god, you say? Not that such entities exist, but I thought they were traditionally viewed as creators. Good luck trying to create anything with that monster." It hated the word monster, no, he hated it, but it was a glancing intonation, given no thought except for the vicious backlash of his mind. At the same time Leo forced himself to take a cautionary step back, every inch of his being screaming to do just opposite yet it was the only logical course of action, the only action he would succumb to.
Her grapple was ultimately futile, but at least in her struggle Callahan neglected the sword in his claws. With a clang it fell upon the walkway, blade undirected and thus not slicing the entire structure in two. A good thing, considering it was about to give from the influence of the man's wild rampage anyway. And in those precious few moments where Callahan was preoccupied, Leo took it upon himself to alter his plot ever so slightly, in observation of a crucial detail he had noticed just as the man had first accepted darkness into his soul, the literal kind for figuratively he would have had no need. Mustering up some final push of adrenaline, he bee-lined toward Jacqueline's weapon, managing to duck out of the way of the writhing mass that was Callahan.
Thank Tritaihatreis it was a katana and not something heavy.
The moment he retreated back to his previous position was the moment the lieutenant was bucked off. Leo wrapped his fingers around the tsuka of the blade, clinging for what seemed like dear life as Callahan lunged out. The split second seemed to drag out, as he jutted the point of the weapon toward his very first target on the man, the beating, black heart, throbbed ever clearer. But unlike before, his strike held true, impaling Callahan's chest even as his grip enclosed Leo's throat, shattering the collar previously encircling it with gratuitous ease. And thus did the man let out a maniacal laugh as Leo's feet were lifted off the ground, hanging almost like a limp ragdoll although he slowly managed to grab Callahan's arm in retaliation. The sword was still embedded within him yet it seemed to have no effect, at least not until he blinked, and the dripping, bright crimson began to emerge from amidst the shadows.
He dug his nails into the man's flesh, implements rarely used yet present all the same, a feeble effort to put up any resistance as Callahan's grasp enclosed further. He choked, it soon turning to a bloody cough as exhaustion flooded over him. A moment passed, then another, he could feel his consciousness fading quickly before it all returned as he was dumped onto the ground below. And from that position did he attempt to meet Callahan's gaze above, yet was turned away by his own torment, vitae all that emanated from his throat despite the voice he wished to produce.
Callahan's smile grew impossibly wide as the blade found purchase in his black, cruel and shriveled heart. This power. It was greater than mere mortal life. He could feel the damage being repaired. He could feel his body thrive, even though, by mortal standards, it should be unable to function. As Callahan pulled at the last clinging threads of Leo's magic, he became acutely aware of the immortal's plight. Callahan had taken everything from him: absorbed his full power and nearly all of his life force. From this point on, the only Immortal left would be Them. Callahan was little more than a pawn, a vessel for the pure destructive power of Leonidas' true potential. It would-
Suddenly, an explosion of force interrupted The Shadow's victory with a startling finality. Spectral blades exploded outward from the epicenter of Its broken heart, and the powerful sword which was lodged there. While the blades passed harmlessly through Leo's body, The Shadow was not so lucky, its entire upper body being diced into ribbons by the burst of power emanating from Heven's Fallen Angel Blade, sending both Callahan's body and Leonidas, clutched in his claws, toppling to the floor. But the darkness did not dissipate, instead, it flowed back through Callahan's dessicated form, returning to its rightful home as the centuries finally caught up with the ancient mage in a gruesome display of rapid aging which left nothing behind but clothing, a pile of ashen dust, and a small dark object which clinked noisily as it fell through the grating and to the floor below.
Jak struggled to move, but it felt like her entire body was fighting against her efforts. Everything hurt, and for a moment, she couldn't even remember why. However, thoughts of Callahan quickly flooded her mind, sending her to her feet, even though every fiber of her being screamed for her to just stay down. Was it only a moment? Minutes? ... hours? Jak had no clue. But she needed- to collapse again. Apparently. As a sudden rush of nausea and pain washed over Jak, sending her to the floor, attempting to crawl towards the stairs. However, a comforting hand rest on her shoulder, and at once, Jak felt a feeling of peace settle over her, even though her pain was as present as ever.
"Rest" the voice said, "We're safe now, thanks to you all."
Her adrenaline surge pushed past all reasonable limits, Jak could feel herself fading once more, but she fought against the urge, trying with all her might to stay conscious, though the people around her were little more than dark shapes swimming through her peripheral vision.
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Post by Reya Starlyght on Jan 11, 2020 2:56:28 GMT
Callahan was gone. Physically, perhaps, not for a few more moments, but as far as his mental state was concerned it had been devoured by that which he had attempted to consume himself. With a feral, bloodied smirk Leo witnessed the man’s downfall, the blade he had pressed into his chest suddenly exploding with some sort of energy as it tore great gashes in Callahan’s being, wounds producing an oh so mortal ichor. And from the chasms torn asunder shadows encircled, stalking their prey before engulfing the thing that had once been a man in his entirety. Leo’s pain was momentarily abated by his fascination, the trepidation previously experienced melting in the face of intimacy. Ripped limb from limb, Callahan’s form was swiftly desiccated into nothingness, a fact that he instinctually relished in, due in part to the reclamation of his own magic. He let out a relieved sigh, propping himself up with his arm for a moment before wiping the blood off his chin. Still, as he breathed out a trickle escaped his mouth, evaporating into an obsidian smoke. Glancing down below, his gaze lazily found Eris, one eye twitching. "Hey love, check on Lily for me please? I'm gonna take a nap," he slurred, not even listening for a response as his sight shuttered to a close.
Out of all times, it was then that she froze. Not because of Callahan, no, at least not directly. Rather, it was what he had drawn from Leo and the havoc that followed, the parallels inescapable to that most horrible, wrenching echo of reminiscence, clouded by the incomprehensible thing forced upon their minds. No consequence, that was what they had believed, wasn't it? At least, that had been her own opinion. How foolish they had been, that was what it truly boiled down to, a thousand years and it was no different. Yet what was most disquieting was not any sudden recollection, no, it was Callahan's defeat, specifically the ever present warning of what lay beneath. They... they didn’t talk about it. Ever.
Eris shook her head, returning to the present. Silence had fallen over the warehouse, a silence broken by the steady emergence of footsteps, harsh and soft alike reflected from steel. A cautionary head peaked out from the cargo container nearby, a collar attached to the woman's neck identical to the one Leo had slipped on himself. "Lily," she spoke softly. "So that's why he...." Eris gave a brief nod to the brunette, before heading inside the crate, opposite the way most the prisoners were flowing. A singular corpse was littered on the floor, its appearance wizened to an impossible age although she only gave it a passing glance, unaffected. There was a far more important object of her attention, a far more important individual. Cowering in the corner did the little girl cry, in which Eris offered a sad smile. "Lily, look at me." The girl did so, pausing mid-sniffle as her face illuminated with recognition.
"Auntie?" Lily asked, immediately latching onto her as Eris bent down. Even a spare glance would easily distinguish that they weren't actually related in any way, the closest trait they shared perhaps being hair color yet with skin tone and other obvious features being far more disparate. Picking Lily up, she probably weighed seventy pounds in estimation, Eris carried her outside the cargo container, before setting her down and looking her in the eye, palm extended.
"Yes, it's me. You'll be with your father soon, I promise, for now just get some rest," she spoke, a blue cluster of flowers being produced from her hand, then pressed into Lily's. Within moments the girl was nodding off, soon amounting to a small snore as Eris laid her against a relatively clean wall and took off her jacket in an attempt at a makeshift blanket. She then turned to rest of the small crowd, most of them suffering from various ailments, yet none worse than the woman who had made a last ditch effort in stopping Callahan, an officer of some degree if based on her attire alone. Yet it was the intensity of her injuries... and the hue of the fluid that outpoured from them, as Eris drew nearer, that truly drew her attention, offering a hand as magic coursed through it.
"Theoretically I called the police a while ago, but seeing as they haven't shown up yet they must be quite busy. Were you working with Leo?"
Nepenthe - 3 Named after a legendary drug said to cause forgetfulness, Nepenthe takes the form of a debuff that affects Toughness and Speed, reducing the former by 22 points and the latter by 21. It can affect up to two people at a maximum range of 6 meters away from Eris, although once the debuff is applied it will not go away until its duration is up, and is inflicted via the firing of a stem of the forget-me-not flower at a target. The debuff can be inflicted within the span of 3 posts, and a 3 post duration is applied to those inflicted regardless of when they are within the technique's duration. It has a cooldown of 3 posts. For weak-minded NPCs, it will also cause them to not be able to recall their past two hours of life clearly, although vague details can be surmised.
Valerianse - 3 Eris's primary healing technique, Valerianse has the capability of transferring life force from one individual to another. While she can heal anyone with this technique, and it has an AoE radius of 3 meters that only affects those she wishes the technique to, it also debuffs the person she is transferring life force from by 5 Magical Fortitude for 2 posts. This debuff does not follow the 2/3rds rule, and it must be consented to by the one receiving the debuff. Eris can apply the debuff to herself, however the individual that is more or less assisting the healing process cannot be healed during it, and must be within a 15 meter radius of Eris at the start of the technique. The spell can also be cast by touch, however in this case it can only affect up to two targets. Valerianse itself is capable of healing up to one intense wound, and has a duration of 1 post with a cooldown of 4 posts. Debuff applied to Eris.
Post by fairchild.txt on Jan 13, 2020 20:14:52 GMT
"Theoretically I called the police a while ago, but seeing as they haven't shown up yet they must be quite busy. Were you working with Leo?"
Jak chuckled a bit, and instantly squirmed, clearly in pain. Whatever magic Leo's friend was pumping into her had taken the edge off, but there was definitely still something wrong inside. Though, judging by the intensity of the pain.. Probably not fatal? Jak shifted a bit, trying to sit up so that she could properly address their reinforcements.
"Kinda that. Yeah." Jak winced, "More like, uh- you ever feed a stray dog and he follows you home?"
"Yeah. Somethin' like that. Name's Jak." she waved, weakly, "And who might it be who saved our asses?"
Jak listened to what Eris had to say as she scanned the room, fully taking in the scene for the first time since she'd run after Callahan the first time. Lots of bodies... but definitely not all of them. At least some of Callahan's little band of smugglers had managed to flee during the commotion. And as far as she could tell, Callahan was nowhere to be found. But judging by the fact that all of them weren't dead, she figured that she knew why that might be. Jak tilted her head up, eyes closed as if admitting defeat, her arm still wrapped protectively around her waist.
"Fuck, I'm gonna have to do so much paperwork..." Jak's eyes snapped open, turning their attentions back to Eris, "Wait- What do you mean 'theoretically'?"
After a moment of anticipation for Eris' answer, Jak slumped back over, looking fairly peaceful and happy, despite her wounded state. She waved Eris off with her right hand, dismissing her earlier, slightly accusatory comment. "Eh. Whatever... Local law enforcement's a joke anyways."
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Post by Reya Starlyght on Jan 14, 2020 2:20:03 GMT
At the officer's... opinionated statement she let out a low laugh, a nod coupled with it. "Eris, though I must admit I did less than I had hoped. Unfortunately, a piece of paper is not exactly the most efficient form of communication, but based on Leo's note I'm guessing you two were in a bit of a bind? Excellent work, managing to defeat that monster...." she said, voice fading to a mutter as her gaze drifted toward the walkway above, where Leo was knocked out. Whoever Callahan was didn't matter to Eris, at least not in the context of her current thoughts. There was simply a certain degree of dread that she couldn't manage to shake off, not for the moment, no matter how masked it was by her visage. It was nothing of immediate concern, no, even though Leo was definitely not going to wake up in the best mood she knew he would be fine. Jak probably would be as well, although Eris was slightly less certain due to the woman's ample expression of pain. Whatever it was, she forced it out of her mind, feeble as the attempt was.
Eris shrugged, shaking her head in an apathetic motion. "Ah... I may or may not have dialed the wrong number, given their lack of response...." she offered with a half smile of skepticism, neither a lie nor the truth for they really were rarely on Chorus, nor did they usually assist the help of law enforcement of any kind for there were typically more apt routes to go through. Unfortunately the Thieves' Branch was not one of the aforementioned groups that could offer them aid in a pinch, mostly because thieves were... unreliable at best. Not to mention, most were lacking when it came to true combat skills. Eris glanced around for a brief moment after Jak dismissed her reasoning, seeing that one of the prisoner had acquired a set of keys and was beginning to remove the collars of others. Sitting down on the steps next to the officer, she cracked a grin, a glimmer of rebellion caught between the deep mauve of her gaze.
"Second Lieutenant Jak Rousseau." Jak nodded, reaching across her body for a handshake, "At yer service."
Jak looked over at the girl sleeping nearby. Jak hadn't been fully conscious during her and Eris' exchange, but one word had stuck out in her head, though she couldn't be sure she really heard it.
"Seems like a bit of fate we all met, innit?" Jak mused, "Not that I know what any of it really means..."
Jak looked down at her clothes. No. Delilah's clothes. Delilah, who had become an unwitting decoy after her death. Would she have appreciated the plan? Maybe. Maybe not. I imagine that if she saw what had become of it, though, she'd've been happy to have been so instrumental to saving all these people. Though, now that everything was said and done, Jak couldn't help but feel like she had to do something to make it up to her. And somewhere in the corner of her mind, Jak was preparing Delilah's last rites, and trying to determine how she might track down any family she might have had. More paperwork to add to the pile, sure... but this didn't feel like a burden. Of course, at that thought, Jak's mind quickly wandered to what Callahan had been ranting about. About the power Leo had. About the protections he had put around himself. About the power which Callahan had drawn from him.
They had been sitting, more or less in silence, for a lot longer than Jak realized before her eyes met Leo's unconscious body.
"... He's not human, is he?"
Jak's words weren't laced with judgement or trepidation, but rather, searched for confirmation, more than anything else. She had her suspicions, of course, but the way he acted... and the way the old man spoke about him. It was clear he wasn't as human as he looked. Hell, it was possible that he was like her. His power... She'd seen things like this before. She'd watched someone she knew subsumed by a darkness which emanated from within. It... wasn't exactly the same. But the hallmarks were there.
"I guess, in a way, I lucked out, not having any magic... My uncle-" Jak shook her head, dismissing the entire subject.
"Let's just say that I've seen this kinda power before." she clarified, "... I don't know how people like him manage to keep it contained."
Post by Reya Starlyght on Jan 19, 2020 6:20:24 GMT
She accepted the gesture, nodding. "Formally, Dr. Eris Sigal. Leo’s my husband."
They really had all come together in a bit of an odd conjuncture, hadn't they? Lily aside, Eris fathomed that her father had been suspicious about her whereabouts to begin with, the lieutenant herself seemed to have some sort of familial connection to Callahan. She shrugged it off, however. "Fate's a fickle thing. I would much rather pin it off as coincidence," Eris offered. They soon fell into silence characteristic of the post-battle, yet Jak broke it with a, in the best circumstance, jarring observation. An ISC officer she had just met, in the broad daylight and surrounded by civilians, was far from that.
Eris glanced around the room, searching for anyone who seemed to be paying them mind. Surprisingly, not too many. Her gaze befell Lily specifically, the girl still sound asleep, not that she expected anything else. Eventually, she dismissed the notion, refocusing on Jak. The woman's injuries in particular, they were familiar, enough so that it took Eris a moment to identify why, a sudden wave of realization flooding over her as she shook her head, immediate trust following. "Not exactly, we're, ah, half." She left the last word unspoken, about to change the subject before the lieutenant continued, a visible wince elicited from Eris. "He can't actually use his magic, beyond basic senses. I guess that limit was broken when Callahan absorbed it," she managed, brushing it off with a shrug and hoping her vague demeanor wouldn't trigger any additional inquiries.
Even in exhaustion, his sleep didn’t last long.
The pain hit him like a truck, so to speak. It wasn't really an obscure simile, considering he had been slammed by that particular subset of vehicle before, and with adrenaline having worn off had an extremely similar sensation onset. Lack of limb aside, every inch of his being ached, screamed for some unknown desire that was only dulled by his delirium. Slowly his eyelids flickered open, consumed by black particles at first although he slowly, agonizingly rolled over onto his side, then to a knee and at last onto an extremely unsteady gait, white-knuckled grip placed on the hand railing of the walkway. The only thing, the only person he could really focus on in the room was Eris, haphazardly descending the stairs even as she finished offering some word to Jacqueline that he couldn't make out. So the officer was still alive, that was a good thing, although on a closer inspection, as best as his wavering sight could manage, she didn't seem to be in the best shape either.
"Hey Lieutenant, looks like we're not so different after all," he remarked, pointing lazily at the coloration of her injury. The movement of his arm from the security of the banister caused his legs to buckle, collapsing onto the steps although he managed to do so gracefully enough as to end in a position close enough to sitting up.
"Leo!" Eris scolded, more so at his words than actions. "Also, fix your jacket. I'm pretty sure most people aren't going to want to see your arm like that."
He glanced down, watching his nearly black flesh and muscle gradually reform around a white bone, almost imperceptible in its rate except for the writhing quality of the former organ. "Yeah, I suppose," he muttered, tattered coat instantly replaced with a heavier gray wool of the trench variety. "You know, if we went to the bar right now I think I'd only need five bottles because of how much blood I’ve lost...."
She rolled her eyes. "Please shut up, it sounds like you're drunk already."
A doctor, eh? Woman of science. Yeah. She supposed it made sense that someone like that wouldn't really read much into superstition, karma or fate. Even in a world of magic, many people dismissed these sorts of things, no matter how often they happened to ring true. Perhaps in a world without magic it would be more likely? Less people existing who would have the power to force the semblance of these things into existence. Of course, to Jak, and so many others like her, it didn't really matter.
Regardless of her intentions, Eris' responses to Jak's queries revealed quite a lot. There were... fairly few Cambion throughout the galaxy. At least, by the standards set by humans, elves and extraplanars stumbling about. Really, it was just a handful of families which just got larger over the centuries. And while her assumptions were wrong, they were not unfounded. And given the lack of understanding regarding their people... she could understand Eris' apparent desire to keep things quiet. Even though Leo seemed... much less wary of their possible discovery. Although, like all husbands, he seemed quick to acquiesce to Eris' requests that he act like an adult, for once in his stinking life. Whereas Leo seemed to just want to get out of there and go drinking.
"Actually... that might not be a bad idea." Jak jumped in, "After all, I'm gonna need to call this in. And... given the situation, I'm guessing you guys aren't exactly going to be... super receptive to answering a bunch of questions?"
After all, Cambions tended to have... a reputation. An unfounded one, sure. But there it was. There were definitely a lot of people who were less than thrilled about demons that can pass for human. And they definitely weren't limited to backwoods bumpkins. Hell, she'd met a few people in the military who had... an unhealthy obsession with weeding out potential "changelings" as he called them.
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Post by Reya Starlyght on Jan 20, 2020 0:10:48 GMT
Eris's suspicions were confirmed by Jak's lack of a... robust reaction on her end from the affirmation, after all in most scenarios explaining that one was not entirely human usually led to an inevitable assault of further queries. The officer was silent, however, and remained as such even as Leo offered his half-incoherent statement. No immediate denial nor acceptance, well, any standard human would be quick to double down on their normality, wouldn't they? Not like he would know, but yes, she certainly wasn't human, nor an elf. Blood the wrong hue, nails sharpened in a way more akin to claws - he was familiar with both characteristics, coincidentally - and her skin tone was far too red to be anything other than a terrible sunburn or, far more likely, the sign of extraplanal heritage. What race exactly, her appearance was a bit too vague to pin down, and although something about his brief meeting with her cousin rang a bell... his mind wasn't exactly functioning at full capacity at the moment.
Even that vague pondering had managed to snap him out of reality, leaving emptiness in the space of what might have been a retort on his end. "We aren't particularly fond of law enforcement in the first place, so no," Eris replied bluntly. "And we need to get Lily home, anyway."
That, at least, caught his attention. "Oh, thank Treis she's okay," Leo said, the relief evident in his tone as he slumped over some. "Why don't we compromise on sushi? I'm sure she's hungry."
"Yeah, yeah, that's definitely your reason."
Leo shrugged, eyes glazing over for a moment. "Can you help me get up there, I need to get something," he slurred, throwing his neck up toward Callahan's control room. Eris raised an eyebrow, although she stood and offered him a hand, Leo taking it and proceeding up the staircase with her assistance. The entire frame of metal was twisted and warped in the area, pieces of it torn apart although at least it was still traversable, with Callahan's barely intact chair sitting as a menace, dripped into blood and ruin alike. Upon further approach was the gore defined, splashes of crimson although among it something far more tangible. He kicked the bloodied flesh, evaluating its state of deterioration for a moment before he let out a sigh, gaze falling upon the ring reddened in a pool on the floor. With a moment of a blank stare he eventually slid it over a finger on his right hand, nearly wincing at the unfamiliarity.
"Alright, time to go."
Lingering for a few more minutes to remove Lily's collar and retrieve other items that had been strewn about from the fight, Eris eventually picked the girl up, beginning to head toward the door. Leo nodded toward Jacqueline, cracking a grin. "Let's hope next time we meet you won't be arresting me, Lieutenant," he offered casually, even as they stepped out into the midday light.
