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 midnight in the Soloppgang Taverna, a dilapidated establishment found near the slums of Ilysium Hold. Dimly illuminated, only a few patrons could be found at the hour, clustered around the wooden bar top where an employee served them with only a sparse few words. A few booths and tables were also found throughout, however they were for the most part unoccupied. Worn with age, the building in itself was small, lit only by a few electric lanterns on its exterior as if capitalizing on the ancient atmosphere it gave off. Such was the main reason why Leo and Eris had chosen it in particular, though its lack of any strict regulations or really rules in general also was a prime contributor to their decision. There was certainly nothing fancy or even orderly about the place, but they were not there to enjoy the sights, or even the experience.
He may or may not have been drinking more than usual lately, something which would have been a frightening prospect for anyone who happened to have a thin wallet. That was not the case for either of them, but nonetheless their liquor supply on Blackjack was running a bit low and they couldn't return home, not yet. A shame, really, Leo hated actually getting even remotely drunk in public places, but at the moment he didn't really want to think or, worse, remember. Hence why they sat in the darkest corner of the tavern, displaced from the rest of the measly crowd by both distance and the crackling music being played by a record behind the bar. It was not a horrible ambiance, particularly, although he would have preferred silence since there was no important conversation to be had.
There was not one between Leo and Eris to begin with, really, he sat across from her with a bottle in hand, staring down at the grains in the table. She, in similar fashion, was tracing her finger around the rim of her glass, occasionally glancing up at him although always just for a few moments at a time. At some point, he raised the container to his lips to find it empty, letting out a sigh before getting up. Eris raised her hand in objection for an instant, before dropping it and shaking her head. Having not even seen the gesture, he walked up to the counter, placing the empty bottle on it to get the bartender's attention. Within a few moments the man lumbered over, narrowing his eyes.
"Do you want me to recycle that?"
Leo's visage appeared surprised for a moment, then confused, then neutral. "I don't care. Do you have another?" he asked, speech almost perfectly crisp although his fingers tapped against the surface impatiently.
"I'm sorry, but that was your fourth bottle, and your lady friend has barely been touching the stuff," the man responded, concern evident in his voice.
For a second Leo's mouth started to curl up into a snarl, although almost as soon as the movement started it stopped. His aggression was instead replaced with mere exasperation. "Please, I'll pay extra if it really gives you a guilty conscience." An ever slight shake in his hand could be seen, although he quickly gripped the counter to steady it. The barkeep gave him another look, before shrugging and eventually sliding another whiskey across the wood. He grabbed it and moved swiftly back to the booth where Eris had been watching, sinking into the torn upholstery.
"Do we need to go?" He shook his head, struggling to twist the cap open as his grip quivered. "Don't," she said as he continued to attempt it.
"I'm fine." Eris gave him a skeptical glance, before focusing on his forearms. Reluctantly, he rolled up the right sleeve of his bomber jacket, then of the gray sweater he wore underneath, showing just the edge of a bright white bandage encasing his limb.
She nodded, reaching for the bottle and opening it for him. "So, about what he was asking for. Are you sure don't want to sit this one out?"
"Oh I would love to. Unfortunately, I probably have the best luck of finding her. She's quite possessive, well I don't have to tell you that," Leo replied, soon after consuming a large portion of the whiskey, setting it down on the table afterward and bringing his elbow to the surface. His fingers ran through his hair, remaining there as he studied the oak once again.
Three months, perhaps even four or somewhere in between, had withered away due to the passage of time, like seconds in a moment, the minutes faded into hours and into days, swiftly becoming weeks which ultimately made months pass by without so much as a second thought. Few people knew, even fewer knew of her return and survival through now ancient times, and for such a short length of time, she had become one with the body crafted for her but not without flaws as perfection hardly existed in these modern settings despite all the efforts to create it. However, in her delusional mindset of grandeur and epitomized sublimity, Kanna refused to acknowledge that her existence would eventually come to an end since she had taken over a body that, for the moment, truly didn’t belong to her and as she sat across from the white-haired male, she frowned with genuine dejection.
“And you are of absolute certainty they will search for her?” her angelic voice groaned softly.
Kengard sighed, “It isn’t a matter of their searching for her, but when they find her, that is what concerns us. Until we can complete the sequence for you, she must return, Mother. Recall that which you did – revealing yourself to the one person you shouldn’t have then disappeared a member of the organization he belongs to. He knows you, better than most, and despite your prowess right now, they outnumber us and shall we revisit the truth of what we are? Scientists, that’s all, without magical ability unlike yourself, and I can’t afford to lose the greatest asset we have – our minds.”
Raising a brow, Kanna shook her head, somehow in disbelief of his words, “My son, you are not without that of which I have. My blood flows through your veins, my prowess does as well, and yet you condemn yourself as weak and only a great mind… Have you forgotten what you are or from whence you came? Your father---”
“Don’t you dare bring him into this!" he interjected, barely scowling as venom spewed from his lips, “You were told, blatantly, I remind you, not to do the one fucking thing you did. You’re going to put all of us, all of this, into jeopardy because of your pride and untouchable arrogance but you just couldn’t help yourself. Taunting and teasing him, and his wife, for that matter, making something out of nothing, something so simple as aiding Kaelani, that was all you had to do and for whatever reason, you couldn’t.”
Taken aback by his brashness, the matriarch blankly stared at him with her soulless eyes of dark sapphire, mindlessly mulling over his accusations but truth be known, he was absolutely correct and a part of her knew that she needed to obey for the time being. It had been so long, many centuries, since she had been forced into obedience but she had never forgotten what it was like – how refusing was far more painful than simply doing as one were told. If she had been alive, with her own heartbeat, it would have broken from what he said to her even if, in fact, it was nothing but truth. On the other hand, she would have also broken every bone in his body and forced him to repair himself else he be nothing except a barely living corpse that wouldn’t be able to speak, only blink and hardly breathe. Yet that was a time long ago, a time she truly felt confident, and now, as she sit her with a sulking child which had grown into a man without her, the white-haired temptress begrudgingly accepted.
“If you desire an apology, there it is,” she began, uncrossing her ankles to lean forward across the stark white table that was empty of material things but full of unspoken tension, “Before I return your darling Kaelani, I wish for a night together. We are, after all, in the grand Ilysium Hold and since I have never enjoyed a drink with my son, as you were not of age when I left, I would enjoy doing so before I leave again.”
A coy smile curled over her pert lips of rose as mischief glimmered in her otherwise lifeless hues and while Kengard felt as if his gut was strongly screaming not to do this, he couldn’t see himself objecting to such a simple request. She was his mother and despite their differences, he did love her unconditionally, almost to the point of blindness, and if anything, the two were one in the same, just obscurely contrasting. He gave a soft nod, obliging her in the one night – a few hours, tops – of the two spending quality time together and sweetly excused himself to change into the proper attire, allowing her to do the same. In the meantime, Kengard came across his devoted assistant, Fischer, inquiring about some bar that people didn’t frequent often, seeing as how Fischer was extremely awkward, endearingly so, and a bit introverted, he expected the man would know where a hole-in-the-wall sort of place would be.
“The Soloppgang Taverna,” he repeated back, “It’s not where anyone would get into trouble?”
“No, sir. Small place, a bit run-down, but decent enough to have a few drinks and relax,” Fischer nodded as he watched his superior wave him off, leaving through the long corridor.
About an hour or so later, the two met in Reception – Kengard was dressed in a pair of royal blue slacks, a matching vest, a stark white, perfectly ironed, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled quarter ways, and shiny black loafers. His ivory hair was slicked back against his scalp, slightly curling from behind his ears, making his face appear far more chiseled than normal, which also exaggerated his sparkling eyes of brilliant sapphire. Kanna was dressed quite exquisitely, maybe even overdressed for the place they were to have their nightcaps, as she wore a crimson body-con dress that hugged each and every curve, all perfectly aligning against her porcelain skin. The neckline was high and the back was low, exposing the two diagonal scars on either side of her spine, and the dress kissed her thighs down to her knees where it ended. Her hair of white was pinned nicely atop her head with tiny pins accented with sublime rubies and her face was free of make-up save for the heavy line of kohl around her dim-lighted hues of midnight blue. Large diamond earrings dangled from her lobes and crimson velvet heels adorned her petite feet. The two appeared very sophisticated and exceptionally wealthy but it was as the two knew, especially given their backgrounds.
Once they arrived at the bar, Kanna shushed the giggle that wanted to burst from her lips as Kengard blushed madly, unbelieving of the state of the Soloppgang Taverna. Not at all what he expected. A bit run down, really, Fischer? This is an absolute shithole. As soon as they entered, the few people that were there definitely stared them down, unbelieving that such a type of people would be there, but it didn’t take them long to go back to the endless drinks of sorrow they were drowning themselves in. Asking his mother what she would prefer to drink, Kanna glanced around as she answered with a short “hard liquor” and followed him to the bar where they sat down on stools that creaked and moaned under their weight. Kengard ordered a bottle of vodka, not anything expensive, just whatever they had to offer, and as the bartender scuffled over with their order, Kanna smiled kindly without words.
“Sorry about this place,” he grumbled, feeling bad that he took her here instead of a better place, “If you want to leave...”
Smirking, she waved a hand daftly, “No, there is no reason not to get trashed in a trashy place, yes?”
Chuckling, he poured the first of many drinks and after a good few minutes, some minutes or so after midnight, as Kengard was going on about something that was falling on deaf ears but with a mouth that continued laughing, Kanna just so happened to look down the bar to see something that nearly forced her to choke on her drink. Coughing at the suffocating burn, Kengard checked to make sure she was alright, patting her on the back as he repeated the same, “You alright?”, over and over again. Finally, the cough subsided and the patron was stalked with lulled hues as he went back to the furthest corner of the bar, into the darkness where shadows followed. Bringing herself back to her son, Kanna inhaled a good portion of the drink while Kengard ordered another bottle and a man, who appeared to have not bathed in a good year or so, approached him and stuck up a conversation about current events. As if it were a sign from the heavens above, it completely distracted him as the two began sharing the new bottle – a freebie for the smelly one that he obviously didn’t mind since the conversation was so intriguing – which in turn, left Kanna open to strike up a conversation all her own.
She dismissed herself, patting him on the shoulder to say something about the ladies’ room, grabbed the bottle with about a quarter of liquid left, and sauntered her way over to the back corner booth where a couple sat, remarkably in silence.
Kanna took a swig and slammed the glass onto the table in between the two, giggling with mirth evident and spoke with every bit of elegance she had when sober, “Ahhh, mein lieben!” The smile that was once apparent faded quickly when she noticed the solemn grimaces upon both faces and while this delighted her, it also gave her the ammunition to start something that possibly shouldn’t be started.
“Awh, are my two darlings having a bit of a disagreement?” she sarcastically mouthed as she gazed upon the arm of Leo which had the signs of bandaging, “Oh? What might this be, Herr Leo?” She asked while quickly snatching up his arm, tightening her grasp to inspect it as closely as possible, almost yanking him out of his seat, as she frowned almost child-like, “Did the sharp edge of your sword finally cut?”
Post by Reya Starlyght on Aug 8, 2019 14:20:21 GMT
Just after their brief exchange, the continued silence between Leo and Eris was broken as a familiar face approached, none other than the woman he had just mentioned, as a matter of fact. "For Treis's sake, when the fuck did she get here?" he exclaimed at a whisper, again a degree of disorientation present in his voice. Truthfully, Leo had probably seen her at a passing glance, but had no intent of paying attention to anyone in the bar, except for Eris who, well, he had been staring at the table for most of the time.
She started laughing for a hair's breadth, before dropping her tone as well. "I was about to tell you." It was all she could make out before she was interrupted by the slam of Kanna's drink coming down on the wood, far more violent than anything either of them had exhibited to that point. Given how deranged she typically was, Leo couldn't quite tell if it was the alcohol speaking or that she was just giddy, but either way he despised it. Maybe if he were a little less sober, it would have been better, but that was not the case, unfortunately.
Leo couldn't just dismiss her, however, for whether she knew it or not Kanna was the main reason why they were in Ilysium Hold at the moment. While neither had expected to actually find her in the city, they had previously stopped by the Hunters' Branch to see if there were any news of one Kaelani Asscher visiting, who Kanna appeared to share a body with, or something. Of course, IMG had neither heard nor seen anything, but it seemed their wild goose chase would be put to a halt that night. If he could hold off on on slicing open her windpipe, that were. "Let go of me and it might not cut you," Leo snarled, breaking her grasp with a quick tug backwards at his elbow.
From the same hand did a blade Kanna would recognize appear, jutting upward in her direction although it stopped short of even coming into contact with her person. Indeed, blade was a terrible name for the shattered sword, jagged end clearly signaling that trauma had come to it some time in the past, if not for the measly length itself. The calling of Calamitas before any other weapon he possessed had been partly instinctual, yet as he rose from his seat the blood-stained hue of his eyes, a deep crimson Kanna would find herself more accustomed to than the gold that had previous inhabited his gaze, focused on her with rage.
"Do you really think you can just waltz up here and start a fucking tease? You left your duty, and thanks to that there was a little hitch in the mission which just left one massive, permanent migraine known as magic. I might just decide to tear you apart with it instead of wasting my time interrogating you," he spat, bringing Calamitas up to her throat. Eris simply sat in the background, reaching toward the bottle of whiskey and pouring herself a glass from it. "Now I'll give you one chance to answer this, what in the ever-living fuck were you doing when you decided not to follow us?" The barkeep, having witnessed their... disagreement, only turned the music up louder to mask it from the patrons. They paid no mind anyway, too busy wrapped in their own drunken worlds to keep up with the present.
With Leo’s rather harsh disengagement from her grasp, Kanna smirked at his words as her arm fell back to her side where it dangled lifelessly and before she knew, the blade that once held his heart, appeared near her throat, silently threatening to bring forth her own sanguine. She peered down at the wrecked piece of metal, gazing absently at the machination of something that had once been so pristine yet had become nothing more than garbage, or so it appeared. Battered and broken, no longer carefully polished or sharpened, the blade that had threatened her so many times before seemed awfully strange and uncared for. Her eyes strayed from the source of disembowelment and focused on the hues of the blond-headed man that rose to meet her – those golden orbs of sunset’s horizon turning her favorite shade of bloodied massacre. Oh, how long had it been since she’d seen such gorgeous eyes, such hatred and animosity, violence and one’s truth, oh, how she became enamored all over again. That last time she had seen them, death followed – several deaths – and while she felt nothing but admiration, she couldn’t help herself as a genuine smile parted her sweetly painted lips.
She listened to his angry dialogue, heard the toxin cascading from within his soul, but never faltered nor moved a muscle as she slowly blinked, turning her own eyes of dreamy sapphire into utter darkness. The fullness of her hues were cast over with obsidian, no white or blue in existence, as she turned her line of sight onto the quiet woman that obviously had no desire to interfere. For a split second, Kanna internally fought with herself, wondering how easily it would be to pierce the velvet of Eris’s throat with a singular puncture; of how her spilt blood would finally be Leo’s undoing because as she were, a sword that remained at his side, she was no longer under his protection, not as she were before. Metal couldn’t bleed, only be broken, but here and now, the living person he loved more than life itself could finally bleed on the wore oak table she sat beneath. As her heart had been taken, it was easy for her to take others’, however, she decided to focus on Leo and address his enraged outburst.
“First, my darling, no duty do I owe to any man,” she began, tilting her neck back ever so slightly so the blade of his sword would have better access, “As for your mission’s concern, I care very little of what may or may not have occurred during my absence. In case you have forgotten, my sweet darling, I died a very long time ago and once I was able to breathe again, the decision for time upon myself took precedence.”
Meanwhile, at the bar, as the conversation between Kengard and his newly found companion began heating up and the bottle had somehow turned into two, he was feeling some kind of way. His blood boiled as their exchange turned from intriguing to raised voices and slamming fists as they bantered back and forth. It only took enough time for him to realize that Kanna had not returned and so, he took a quick glance around the bar to see her in quite the situation. Jesus fucking Christ. Can’t take her anywhere! He scolded himself, as well as Fischer for putting them in this shithole, but before he could take any action, or rather, before he would take any action, he simply observed because he really didn’t want to get involved unless someone, namely his mother, was in absolute danger and well, this definitely wasn’t the first time she’d been in such a predicament. It more than likely wouldn’t be the last so, he observed from the distance, mindfully watching as he continued to drink, more heavily than before, and told the freeloader to go get fucked.
“It appears as if you have someone to blame and if in fact there is blame to be placed, perhaps it would be better suited to lay such a burden on another’s shoulders, yes?” she hissed quietly before taking her hand and wrapping it around the ragged edge of Calamitas, cutting her hand in the process which leaked some of the onyx blood that flowed through her veins upon the cool metal, “Your toy never frightened me, demon, and I have yearned for the day that I could fully devour you but I have always preferred an appetizer before the main course...”
Her gaze turned to Eris as bones in her jaw began to crack and displace, misshaping her maw into a widened gap that split her lower face from ear to ear and within this engorged mouth, distinguished rows of razor-sharp teeth aligned themselves with rugged edges capable of chewing through bone. Kanna smiled widely, as much of a smile she could withstand in such a state, and giggled softly before turning her attention back to Leo.
“To this day, your taste remains lingering,” she cooed, “I truly wonder if she tastes the same.”
Her pretentious words only served to further provoke his ire, for he knew the truth of her temperament and the lies of her niceties. Yes, they all feigned human decency, it was a courtesy, even a necessity at times, but to extend it past what was needed disgusted him. Leo could have, probably should have, responded in a similar fashion, but he could not bring himself to be the impostor any longer. "If you've waited for a thousand years, a few more hours shouldn't have given you trouble, I know the feeling. You're just a selfish, arrogant prick who doesn't even have a semblance of an idea what is going on with the galaxy at large," he snapped. She did not care about the organization her duality was a part of, that much was evident, but Leo did and therefore he could not help but bring it back into the confrontation though subtle as it were.
Kanna's first little spiel had been provocation, but as she continued it quickly turned into something that had far from such a trivial definition. The longer she spoke the further his jaw set, teeth eventually baring in disdain, which melted into fury. To threaten himself was fine, to draw his blood elicited barely a reaction of his own; his self-deprecation told the story well enough. Eris, though, they did not take enough care with their own lives in their hands so they would instead defend each other, that was how it had always been and that was how it would always be. And there Kanna was, by all means his problem, threatening her. Not just a poke or a prod either, a carnivorous intent radiated from the woman, something he had found morbidly fascinating before but now she had crossed the final line. "You motherfucking bitch," he snarled, tone grating as if he were speaking a tongue Kanna neither knew nor understood, demonic in all sense of the word except the literal. Where her blood rested on Calamitas did darkness twist out from it, coagulating in a blade that was truer to the sword's original length, though it appeared to be almost incorporeal in nature. Such could not be further from the truth, as he lunged forward at her gaping maw - no longer caring to rein in the malice, the black that consumed his every waking moment, bent on tearing apart the woman in front of him, sending her back to the grave hence she came from all those years ago when he had heard of her fall. No longer was a restraint put in place, no longer were their battles only little games of pleasantries and poisons alike. No, for the first time when facing her, he was serious.
A single stab was not enough, it never was. His heart begged for annihilation, to rip her limb from limb until there was no longer any Kanna Ashur to even recognize, much less revive. Yet in this place, at such a time, he held a moment of hesitation, though it was not for the patrons who now stood in horror as the scene unfolded, nor was it for the owner of the establishment which was soon enough to collapse anyway. Their broken fates needed to mended, and the only way to do so would be by the cleansing strength of obliteration. No, it was for Eris, who would easily get caught in the crossfire. Even as her swords were drawn, standing up from the booth they were pinned, Leo knew she wouldn't run, that simply wasn't how it was. And so did his jacket disappear, replaced instead by shadowed wings which spread only to block Kanna from stepping any further, though that was not his true intent.
"Leonidas, now is not the time!" Eris's plea fell on deaf ears, as he withdrew Calamitas from his thrust and instead simply pointed it at Kanna. Magic flowed through the blade all the way up to its newly constructed point, blackening the wrappings on his arm until they simply were torn off, revealing no injuries underneath unlike perhaps what she expected, although her previous remark had likely just been satire. It did not matter, though, nothing else was of significance except for that one moment, as a sphere of umbral energy materialized before condensing into a bolt aimed straight at her. Regardless of whether or not it hit her in particular, the entire tavern was thrown into chaos, darkness consuming the area with a voracious appetite. Screams and groans echoed from the bystanders, those that were not killed instantly by the blast at least.
From behind him did Eris's barrier fall apart, petals scattering onto the mostly intact table even as she dashed past his now intangible wings, spinning about and taking a defensive stance with Serenitas held across her abdomen while Sahizal was in a reverse grip closer to her left side. The building itself did not fair so well, however, dust streamed from the rafters that hadn't been dislodged in the process, and indeed much of the establishment had been thrown in disarray, the wall where the bar had been had collapsed inward entirely. The others still stood, yet they had started to cave, and the roof itself had also fallen in certain places. Beautiful, he wanted to see the place ground into nothingness, yet there was a more pressing concern on his mind despite it all. His attention never truly strayed from Kanna, her life intrinsically beating in his head, a melody he sought to end in a cacophony of resonance as all violent scores did settle.
Four pieces fell onto the wooden floor – four pieces of human flesh and bone, such tiny digits lay lifeless at her feet as instinct overwhelmed her, forcing her to save face by masking herself with a hand when Leo crossed the line neither of them had dared cross before. It took a singular moment for realization to set in as she stared with soulless orbs at the hand that no longer had fingers, only the base of palm that simply held a thumb and as the unsettling feeling condemned her into shock, Kanna watched briefly as her obsidian vitae slithered down her wrist and streamed onto her forearm. Her focus was shaken, her thoughts shattered, as she brought her attention to the man that had removed part of her body, had dared strike her with reality rather than mirth, and it was as she stared at him that her true, hideous nature began to surface. Her body cracked like porcelain and strands of black lines tore apart her flesh while the scars on her spine opened, releasing her own pair of wings, though unlike the ones Leo had produced. Bones gritted together, menacingly fabricating slick organ-covered protrusions that bent and made horrifying sounds.
It was then that she heard the voice of his beloved, expressing her disdain, but it was evident then and there that he had no desire to stop what it was that he intended on doing. She radiated hatred, not only for Kanna, but for what Leonidas was beginning to do and as he unleashed such energy that the Ashur could only appreciate, a flash of blinding blue light in the form of a human took the majority of the damage produced. Not to say that there were not casualties – quite a few corpses littered the floor of the bar, but Kanna remained further unharmed as the darkness shadowed, throwing the entirety of their existence into a nightmare. Eris, of course, had to defend her protector, and parts of the building crumbled under her weight; breaking apart the walls, ceiling, as well as bending the floor beneath them.
Kanna had no interest in the other people here; no, she only cared for what was happening in front of her, but another was much like Eris and as the debris settled for a second, the white-haired male that had entered with her, approached the trio with anger boiling over. His wrists leaked blood of azure, dripping onto the jagged wood under his feet, his body tattered as if pieces of himself had been ripped from his flesh, and his lower face was covered in dark metal that held an under-glow of beautiful sapphire that matched his eyes perfectly. Before he was able to utter a single word, the Matriarch could only see her child’s precious sanguine being wasted and in her twisted mind, she could only think that he had been harmed. This is where Leo and her had similar weaknesses – while his was the wife that had stood by him after some time, hers was the child she bore and as a mother, her anger was far more formidable.
Weakness strained harshly and her heart shattered, aching with the thought of her son hurting, even though it was to protect her, she couldn’t stand the feeling and in her moment of fragility, the maw that spat vulgarity in Boscan echoed throughout the area with a venom only a parent could understand. A blood-curdling scream followed, something from within the belly of Hell came from her throat as she wailed at inhuman decibels, and for those that were within earshot, hemorrhaging would occur. Those that were left alive, anyway. Bottles violently exploded, glasses burst outwards, windows bellowed into tiny shards onto the ground outside, and she cried long enough to get her point across. It was only a second before the lament came to an end and tears rolled down her cheeks as she completely raged at Leonidas and Eris.
“Words are hollow threats,” she screamed with a malicious cry, “Never once have I crossed you, never once have I harmed a single hair upon your head, nor have I touched her. My son shall never bleed again because of you, that is a threat you may consider a promise, and if he ever does, I swear on his life that I will fucking consume her before your very fucking eyes and there will be no Hell you could fathom that would prevent me from doing so!”
Kengard stepped forward in attempt to keep the peace, gently grabbing his mother by the shoulder as he looked down at her missing digits but he was roughly pushed back by a bony tendril from one of her wings. Kanna wasn’t ready to be dismissed just yet; no, she had things to say and to be downright honest, she wanted to take a part of him because of his removal of her fingers. Vengeful, one might say, but in reality, this was very emotional for her – not because she had been marked, but because it came from someone she believed to understand her. It hurt her in a way that she couldn’t properly explain and of all the people in the universe, she had trusted him the most, had put so much faith in him that he was who she sought out first upon revival. But he had crossed the line they had toed for what seemed like an eternity and she truly thought that it was nearly unforgivable.
“Mother, this isn’t necessary,” he sighed while shifting his gaze towards Eris in hopes of getting her to agree with him on behalf of Leo, “Let’s go before things become irreparable.”
Her stare never faltered from Leo’s and while tears still fell from her blackened hues, she remained silent, unrelenting of her position in case things were to worsen. Kanna didn’t want this but she wasn’t going to back down, Leo knew this all too well, but if tempers were to extinguish, she would willingly calm herself; otherwise, she was ready to kill any that stood in her way.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Aug 10, 2019 4:49:21 GMT
His strike was not a clean blow, nor had he expected it to be one. If Kanna's threats were unable to be backed by any true power, of course, he would have not reacted at all. But he had known her long ago, helping set the cogs of her bloodied schemes in motion and having borne witness to her darkest desires. It did not matter to him if she were simply toying around, for she still had spoken the words she did, and therefore needed to be put in her proper place. For as much as she believed they truly understood each other, it was clear that Kanna had forgotten one crucial constant, a miscalculation she would pay with her own flesh for. There was no use in a soliloquy, after all, it could not express the wrath that had bubbled up to the surface, and Leo knew she would only make light of speech in any case.
Yet her scream sounded like a chorus of piccolos wailing high C forty cents out of tune, not a sound he was necessarily all that familiar with but it only took one instance to forever avoid it. Playing in an orchestra, yes that had been fun for all of a few years before everything eventually melded into a din of modernism, and he had never tried to pursue it as a profession ever since. It was not in pain however, her reaction to his work had already played out upon her body in its monstrous transformation. No, this was something else entirely, a realization Leo came to that broke his destructive desires with a smile, the shadows outlining his figure vanishing although Calamitas's still remained.
He glanced over at Eris, her visage caught somewhere between disapproval and a much blacker sentiment. She was no longer directly in harm's way, however, nor was she unprepared for a battle. His gaze then lingered other to the other party still alive in the room, a man with white hair, eyes a deep cerulean that matched the ones that bore into his own. He was likely the reason why Kanna was not in further pieces at the moment, her son, or so she claimed. It was his disbelief that caused a low chuckle to emanate from his throat, soon erupting into much more although it maintained its pitch.
Eris caught the man's glance, nodding for a brief moment. "Deserstupre, Lagueohnydis," she commanded in a warped tone, his eyes having no choice but to fall onto her as she spoke his name in such a tongue. He could hear the desperation in her speech, yet it was not as clear cut as others would likely had picked up. She looked to the partially intact door of the bar, but then her sight focused on Kanna, and he could track the faintest sliver of a smiling playing out on her lips.
"Awenraden hwosdoen." Leo's attention then turned back to the woman, the malice in his voice having dropped, for the most part. His blade touched the palm of his left hand, its form now having reverted to an inert shell of what it once was, and with a smile that was only to a degree passive aggressive did he address her. "In all the years, you finally found something to love. Though it was never my intention to hurt your son, do you not see how hypocritical you truly are? I no longer have the time nor the patience to deal with your petty plots and nonsensical meanderings; your words are exactly as you say them unless I have reason to believe otherwise. And what reason would you give me, other than your own amusement? Truthfully, I would like to know."
Leo didn't expect a better answer to come from her, and if one did he would likely be pleasantly surprised. Last he had checked her goal in life had been to strike down her family's core, but there she was, having apparently constructed one of her own. Oh her poor son, how he could put up with her Leo frankly had no idea, no doubt the more permanent injuries sustained by him were likely of her doing. A twisted definition of love, it only suited her and her life's story, as it did him although in a disparate way. And yet they had converged based on a completely different shared pastime, at least from his viewpoint, and it would remain as such.
A formal apology was useless, he was not even truly sorry for the maiming he had inflicted upon her body, unaware of whether or not her fingers were even capable of being re-attached. Still, it was almost poetic, in a way, considering their very first meeting. And so did the steel edge of Calamitas dig into his own flesh, a dark scarlet vitae that had long ago drawn her to him for better or for worse. With little reaction off did his own digits fall to the ground, though it would make no difference to him within a relatively small period of time. Wound up swiftly was the injury with gauze, before he tossed the roll to Kanna, offering it alone as his statement.