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.
"Creep and crawl, slink and slither. The darkness's hunger will consume all," Rome murmured to himself as his boots clicked against the stone beneath him. Life for his first year had been one of self-understanding. There was much to deem as unknown, but it had been enough for Rome to gain an elementary understanding of who he was. He was Rome, herald to Nightmares of ancient times. Though he knew this to be certain, there was much more that remained unclear to him, namely, the true reason to why he existed in this universe. "Our purpose is to bring about the age of Nightmare. We could never not know this," He spoke his thoughts just under his breath. An internal monologue was not something he did often, not wanting to hear the response from the others. The whispers that came to him from the two whom created him. To call them parents would be a bit of a stretch, but still appropriate. They left him their memories, but they gave him no answers to his questions.
His white long coat swayed with each step, his parasol open and casting an even deeper darkness around his head and shoulders than what would be typical for anyone else. The dark mist that typically drifted from him sort of gathered under the parasols canopy. From under its cover, the only thing truly visible were the two large, white, circles that emitted a soft white light. These too circles were his eyes, and were perhaps the least unsettling thing about him. The settlement he had wandered into was not massive, but of a decent sizes. When around any kind of civilization, Rome kept himself to the darker corners. Drawing too much attention to himself could mean being hunted. While he was not human, he was not strong enough to take on numerous, well-armed members of law enforcement. Just the idea irritated him. Laws were ridiculous, simple limitation to force others to exist in a way that others deemed to be fit. They had no place in the natural state of the universe. Chaos was the only true rule of existence.
Elbow high, white gloves covered his hands and were pulled up over the sleeves of his coat. He had grow accustomed to wearing these clothes. When he had first born, Rome had merely altered himself to give the appearance of clothing to better blend in with those beings he had seen. However, after a bit he noticed that it did not help because his appearance remained deeply unsettling. His clothes had been like his body, as if made of the void, pure darkness on appearance. To remedy it, he had procured clothing that was vastly different from his own form, though his pants were black, it was not nearly as deep as himself. Though he blended in better, he still stuck out like a sore thumb. That and Rome prefered the darkness over well lit areas. It felt unnatural to him for artificial light to be generated. It did nothing to him negatively, he just did not enjoy it. Why would he?
Suddenly, Rome stopped walking. He did not understand why at first, but then noticed that his left tail was no longer hiding under his coat. Turning his gaze, Rome realized why. Without really registering it, a human had been walking the opposite way he had. Instinctually, he seemed to have attacked him. The tip of his left tail was currently dug into the mains shoulder, pinning him to the wall of a building. His eyes were wide in fear, mouth opening and closing as he had some issue with taking in a full breath due to the pain. Turning his body, his right tail fired out from under his right arm and inserted itself into the man's lower abdomen. Stepping closer, Rome reached out his free hand, grasping the man's head, his palm resting against his forehead. "Don't you know. Those of light cannot survive the dark," Without a visible mouth, he knew that when he spoke that it was also unsettling. This was visible obvious from how the human's face twisted more so with terror, or perhaps it was due to the second tail spear logged into and the fact that he was hold his head like it was a melon.
Bringing his parasol down, he revealed his head to him just it began to tear and his mouth opened, revealing three rows of black, jagged teeth and the swirling darkness within. Before he could scream, Rome clamped his massive maw down on the man's throat, sinking his teeth into his flesh. He could feel his warm blood gushing out of his body within his mouth, as well as the warmth of the blood running along his tails. The weak, whom refused the darkness and could not survive in it must be culled.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Oct 23, 2019 1:45:43 GMT
His eyes were not strained by the darkness of the night sky, broken up by the luminescence of the city known as Niocend. A backwater, by all means, located on a planet that had once served as a nameless mining colony but long ago had its true purpose been abandoned in hopes of more profitable pursuits. What was left behind was the same as always, thugs and criminals unwilling to part with their lawless home, a utopia of crime and malfeasance easily exploitable by the larger syndicates of the galaxy, the perfect place for one to lie low and never be found. As such, Leo had made it a task to scout out the city and others like it once in a while, nothing more than a day or two spent with the lowest rung of society could be refreshing at times, after all, a breathtaking change in pace from the society he at once fancied and despised.
The most horrifying threats always came from the most unsuspecting places, it was something that had been branded into his memory until he thought he would go mad, until he did. Still, while they no doubt believed the same most of the people he associated with were not willing to go out on such indiscriminate scans, and to be fair he would have likely thought the same, did he not enjoy it so. Eris herself had only dropped him off, which was an unlikely occurrence in and of itself, but Leo could tell she hadn't been in the mood. They had been sent out on previous, similar tasks recently, that probably had a lot to do with it, but nothing so unruly in a while. Prancing around law enforcement and do-gooders was a pain, and he would be glad to do away with them, if even only for a brief stint.
And after having visited one of the dives of the city, for once not getting any questions about his disproportionate consumption of alcohol; checking out one of the poorly hidden arms dealer, nothing exotic or excessive that caught his eye; and having accidentally stabbed a gang member who had thought it a good idea to provoke him... well, Leo was bored. As always, not an inch of him held the desire to sleep, he was nowhere near that drunk even though logic told him it would probably be a good idea as to not be exhausted in the morning. Whatever, that would be a problem for the upcoming day, although as far as he knew it could already be early in the morning. Why oh why did time always seem to be so flexible, between intragalactic travel, a non-functioning circadian rhythm, and the elephant in the room he decided to push aside - it was often frustrating, especially when there was nothing to do.
Then again, nothing was an exaggeration, wasn't it? Leo cracked a grin for a split second, and thus did he pick himself up from the wall he had leaned against, shoving his hands into the pockets of his black jacket as others walked by, giving him no more than a passing glance. Blank stares and sloppy actions, nobody on the main drag of Niocend was worth his attention, but he had expected as much. In the alleys, though, that was where chaos coalesced, both of the mundane and malicious varieties. Maybe an upstart revolutionary, perhaps a maniacal scientist, people who, strictly speaking, were likely to become problems in the future. Some misguided assistance would be what he would offer, leading them to their own destruction. Although, he had to admit, at such an hour he cared more so about the entertainment value than the inevitable end.
What Leo happened upon, however, had little to do with either of his neatly constructed examples. No, no, a physical embodiment of shadows abruptly murdering a man was much more delightful, the anomalous presence the perpetrator gave off fascinating, human yet entangled in something far darker, familiar yet disparate all the same. Others would be unnerved, horrified by the... man's appearance, yet Leo's lips portrayed a wicked yet genuine smile, his eyes glittering crimson even in the near pitch. "Oh, what a terrible thing to do!" he remarked, the sarcasm clear in his soft exclamation. The blood that leaked from his mouth, his tails, it all pointed toward a feral creature, or would have had Leo not caught the man's words before his victim's demise. Either way, though, his interest was piqued.
He had felt it just a few moments before he heard the voice. It was quite well timed as far as Rome was concerned as he felt the blood of his victim slow. The man in his grasp was dead, the light within him had been taken by darkness, as it should be. His large maw released the corpse, blood still trickling down his chin as it slowly closed, the darkness mending together as his jaw came up until there wasn't so much as a seam left to identify where his mouth was suppose to even be. Letting go of its head, the only thing left keeping the cadaver up was his tails that still pinned it to the wall. Rome's head slowly turned as the white orbs fixated on the newcomer. Was it another light that had wandered to far into the dark, for it to be smothered my the abyss. His words confused Rome though. Looking back at the corpse, his gaze lingered for a moment before suddenly removing his tails from it. As it dropped to the ground, in the pool of blood that had formed around his boats. "Yes. I suppose a human would say something so trivial. Morality is something unique to the waking world."
"Yes. I suppose a human would say something so trivial. Morality is something unique to the waking world," Rome echoed the words he heard from his mother's voice. A wispful memory echoing from an encounter that Mora had, a response she had given. He could feel her will calling to him from deep within his very core. Chaos must be spread, darkness consuming all things. Her will was his own. Turning his body to properly face the man, Rome cocked his head to the side as he took him in. He was strange next to other humans. There was something darker, and old about him. No, perhaps old was the wrong word for it. The concept of time was lost on Rome, having a millennia of memories jammed into his head, along with the entire life of his fathers own memories, without experiencing the events in order, are to blame. But the man seemed... Like he was not quite in the right place. It was frustrating not being able to describe it more clearly.
Rome did not like feeling frustration. It did not feel pleasant. In fact being frustrated only furthered his frustration to greater heights. It felt... bad. Not the same way that humans used the word, perhaps wrong was a better word for it instead. He wanted it to go away! He knew what could help though. Blood was pleasant. He enjoyed how it felt when it came from their veins. The warmth of it was nice. It was this man's fault that he was frustrated. Perhaps then, this man should be the source of his release from the annoyance. Yes, he would atone for causing him this inconcvience. Raising his left hand up, his right hand still firmly grasping his red parasol. It almost looked like he was hold his hand out to be grasped, palm up, fingers outstretched towards the blonde man. "I wonder if it is still terrible if no one knows it happens? Would it be terrible to snuff you out as well?" as he spoke, a small black orb formed above his hand, about the size of the marble. Suddenly, it's size expanded to that of a softball. Staring into the Dark Orb was like staring into a black hole. While it was obviously circular in shape, to call it a sphere would be hard as it simply looked like a large, fist sized hole in the very fabric of space.
"Embrace my Nightmare," he murmured to himself, before the Dark Orb abruptly launched forward, making a beeline for the man. Rome had aimed it for the man's lower torso, just under the ribcage. The softest part of the body. His father, Eligor, had been taught that. It's easier to crush organs than it was to crush bones. The torso was also the largest part of the body, making it far easier to strike, even if it is just a light graze. Unfortunately for Rome, he had not learned how to properly gauge of someone's strength in comparison to his own. This was mainly due to the fact that he had never encountered something that he could not kill. He did not know fear, and so caution was sometimes more easily overcame. However, striking a blow is usually the easiest way to find that out.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Oct 23, 2019 20:20:10 GMT
Perhaps the man was just barely civilized, then, he immediately demonstrated that he neither understood Leo's joke nor cared for its existence. Yes, the concept of morality was a fickle thing, he often had a habit of forgetting it was held so near and dear to so many hearts, after all his own compass was only a collection of amassed knowledge on the subject, nothing innate no matter how hard he tried to incorporate the logic of society into his own psyche. In another life, he might have come closer to truly comprehending it all, but the crimes of the past had long ago twisted his perception of all that was crowned holy and good, so often led astray by preconceived notions of hatred. Neither could Leo deny the unabated draw toward, in his own words, terrible things, once having claimed vengeance but now he knew better than to hide behind such virtues. Demon, monster, he was far too old to really care what they said, horribly incorrect scientifically, but in essence, well, it was rarely mentioned with the latter in mind. Unfortunate, for he had done many things worthy of such damnation, but all they could ever draw up against him was race, as if it truly mattered.
"Ah, yes, the waking world. Always righteous and pure." The man hadn't comprehended irony before, and Leo seriously doubted his reaction would be any different now. However, based on his previous actions he seemed to be easily provoked, and that was exactly what he wanted to see, chaos unbounded by the law of the land. Leo was confident in his ability to defend himself, his own well-being physically was of no concern. It was what rested beneath that sought occupation, and as it happened to play out the man accepted his taunts open-handed, retaliating with conversation, yes, but it was far more than that.
Leo chuckled at the threat, further amused by the conjuration of a hole of nothingness, its pitch solid even to his own eyes. He expected no less, considering the composition of the man's own body, but still it was a fascinating prospect, an embodiment of the darkest depths that he had not witnessed in far too long. The man was mistaken, however, by the terror he had meant to impose, darkness did nothing to stir fear in his heart, the opposite, in fact, came nearer to the sentiment. That, and the pitiful speed at which the ball moved, nothing more than an underhand toss being comparable. His grasp soon wrapped around the object in mention, its weight strangely dense yet not unmanageable, its existence tangible yet bordering on something far less so all the same. "Perhaps if you showed up in my nightmares I'd be able to get some sleep for once," Leo spoke, his fingers tapping against the orb in rapture. It was a void held in his hand, not the first time he had done such a thing yet unfamiliar, not one of his own making. Even so, his subconscious snarled to unleash that which was trapped just below the surface, but as always he pushed it aside, nothing more than a bothersome pest to be crushed. The temptation was enough to make him recoil, however, or more correctly lob the man's sphere back in his direction, with far more power behind it than his attack had initially contained though Leo hadn't really put much thought into it.
Rome couldn't help, but feel, for the first time, surprise by the events unfolding before him. This man had, not only taken absolutely no damage from his attack, but had caught the Dark Orb with his bare hands. He could hold the darkness without harming himself. It was unheard of, a creature of light able to hold back the darkness... However, if this man also belonged to the darkness... The idea of having found someone that was actually worthy to be an agent of chaos was exhilarating and washed away any traces of his original frustrations. If he was truly worthy, than perhaps Rome could let loose and finally test the limitations of his body currently. Truly an exciting development. It didn't even bother him that this stranger dared to whip the Dark Orb right back at him. It worried him little as the orb evaporated as it travelled through the air. Like Rome would every let his spells be used against him.
Tendrils of dark liquid slithered forth from his body and began to twist about him. "We will tell you, for we believe the darkness has chosen you as well. Rome is what others have come to call us," As he spoke, the tendrils suddenly shifted and hardened, revealing his Dark Particle Armor. Rome was not even aware that he had manifested it. So many of his actions were purely due to his base instincts. Two additional arms sprouted forth, visible causing his original arms to shift forward as his shoulders to compensate for the additional appendages. In appearance, they were an exact duplicate of his arms, though magically they were much more. With his coat no longer in view, his tails could be seen lazily swaying behind him, extending from underneath his shoulder blades, and coming through the armor. He crouched a little, sliding his right foot back ever so slightly. As he dropped it, Rome charged the man.
"Play with us!" He exclaim, the glee clear in his voice. As he stepped into range, his first strike was to gut punch the man with a low flying fist with his right original arm. Following this strike up, his left copy arm would come arching downwards and across, aiming to crack him in the skull. While his fist was moving, his right tail would also strike. His tail was attempting to do to him the same thing that Rome did to his left victim, and pin him in place with a spear head through his stomach. There was no thought to his attacks, simply moving with his own flow. Although, he could recall a memory of the monks that had taught his father to fight, attack in a somewhat similar fashion during one of their lessons. All those techniques lived within him as pure instinct, and those that his mother knew as well. However, he had not fully comprehended that vast different between the two of them, or perhaps it was that he simply didn't care. Despite all of his knowledge and understanding, Rome was still, in essence, a child. To him all that has changed is that he had finally found someone that could be his playmate. A being that wouldn't just die on him.
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Post by Reya Starlyght on Oct 25, 2019 2:10:13 GMT
Of course he exhibited exemplary control over his own magic, Leo had expected nothing less from one who resembled his own power so perfectly. Rome, though, a name befitting of one so simple in appearance yet utterly perplexing all the same. More importantly, a single syllable, lacking even in a surname at that, would be much easier for Leo to remember in the long run, although that did depend on if he actually chose to do so. He had a feeling, however, that the abyss did not care for a moniker in return, or at least not when in such a state. That aside, his own diction itself was far too important to brush aside any analysis, as fascinating as even Rome's own subject of address was.
"The darkness has chosen me? I can assure you our relationship is much more intimate than that." Why did he say that? It was a stupid, idiotic phrase, but Leo couldn't help but smirk anyway, desires diverging from logic, and even though he did not speak a lie that was not information to just be handed out, was it? But then again, did it really matter? So cryptically phrased, Leo doubted Rome would understand the truth behind his statement. Humanity, after all, merely possessed magic, it was a tool that could be molded and shaped at will, nothing more, nothing less no matter how much it was romanticized or scorned. Those who deviated from the standard of race, however, often bent the laws of the occult science along with it, and much to his own misfortune the same applied to Leo. Were it possible, he would have removed his magic altogether a long time ago, but of course such would only lead to a swift and painful death. Likely Rome shared a similar sentiment, his magic seemed to be inherently intertwined with his being as well, although it was quite possible he didn't even recognize such.
Speaking of, his actions were erratic, feral, even holding a child-like endearment to them although the subject of intrigue was far from innocent. Six limbs quickly branched into eight, an overwhelming force for most yet easily decipherable to him, taking a carefully measured pace backward as the man charged. With a downward flick of his wrists did two blades appear in his hands, sidestepping to the right of Rome's first strike while he carved down upon the man's other fist with Dua, his other sword moving to slice apart his tail. Unfortunately, having to counter so many forces at once, Leo was left only one option for any sort of amounted offense, and with that did he attempt to deliver a roundhouse kick to Rome's side. It was nothing more than a sizing up of the man's strengths, and although certainly delivered with complete seriousness a formulaic course of action was already being plotted in his mind.
Eliminating all sense of an advantage the man had, that would be the easiest way to go about securing a victory. Then again, it was no mere matter of execution; it was clear to him that Rome had only engaged for exhilaration's sake, and Leo, well, it wouldn't be hard for him to flee the scene without a scratch, would it? He was not compelled to do so though, no, his sentiments pointed in quite the opposite direction. To tear apart the void that was the man's vessel, carve across its exterior to draw whatever was deemed as blood, force it down to a kneel and see it beg for mercy only to have its voice stolen before offering an opportunity for surrender... oh what a dreadfully wonderful affair it would be. "Gladly," Leo smiled, a deep, almost harsh chortle singing from his vocals.
Rome wasn't expecting swords, but he didn't really care if the man was armed or not, in the end it just meant that he was more fun to play with. His first strike was a flat out miss as his target sidestepped the gut punch and brought his blade against his second fist. He felt it make contact and knocked it aside. The blow next him off balance. It would seem that without his exoskeleton-like armor, his hand would have been nothing but ribbons. It was luckier than Rome could've predicted. Being knocked off balance while in mid strike had not only thrown his fist back, but had also forced him to jerk his tail back as well. Because of the sudden change in placement from just the momentary difference in the landing strikes. So while the second blade did strike the tail, it only cut through the side of the spear it, instead of cleaving through it as it would've. It was pure luck that kept him losing his tail. However, this was his first real taste of what humans called pain.
As quick as the first two blows came, then came a third. He was fast, Rome couldn't keep up with the attacks. So far the only reason he was surviving was due to his armor and how hard his tails were. There was no doubt in Rome's mind as the kick landed its mark, slamming into his side, that this man was stronger. The armor helped keep him grounded, but the force did cause him to slide a bit. However, now he was close. Taking advantage of him putting them in physical contact, his two tails lash out to wrap around the man's leg. As they went to wrap around his leg, the tails remained behind him, specifically, the tail from the opposite side did not cross in front of Rome's body, leaving it exposed. Regardless of the success, Rome would retaliate to the kick all the same, by unleashing a hail of punches utilizing all four fists, aimed all across the man's body. While he lacked in strength in comparison to his opponent, that could be made up in the hardness of his Dark Particle Armor.
Even with his armor donned, Rome had felt every blow so far. Not so much from the contact, but the force that was behind them. He was sure the armor could keep him alive, but he was not coming away from this unharmed. However, whereas humans tend to fear pain, running from the idea of such, Rome found himself relishing it thus far. He knew that it could be far worse, after all he had just barely kept his tail intact. This person was dangerous, and had shown that he could injure him, yet this did not deter him in the slightest. No, the pain that he felt was nothing compared to the pain he could remember. If anything, this pain only made him want to fight more. Yes! After all without pain there could be no growth, no evolution! "This is so much fun!" He exclaimed with sheer glee as he threw his punches. This was the greatest joy he had experienced thus far in his life. He hadn't realized that there would be entities this strong out there! Even though he was now fully aware that beating this man was not an obtainable goal for him, it did nothing to disway Rome from giving it his all.
Following up the hail of fists, Rome's Dark Orb reformed in proximity to the center of his chest. At this range, with his four fists to worry about and possible one leg held in place, there would be no room for the human to stop it from striking this time. Rome was certain of it as he fired the orb forward. He knew that the man would survive, and honestly he would have it no other way. This man was like her! The woman that his mother had once met. He was certain now. It was old that he was trying to think of, it was familiar!
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Post by Reya Starlyght on Oct 28, 2019 1:06:45 GMT
There was no discipline to Rome's movements, that much was clearly evident even in such a short period of time. Convulsive gestures filled with ill-placed strikes and strategies, it would be an easy victory, if not for the excessive amount of limbs he wielded. Even the man's armor, although substantial, couldn't ablate the entirety of Leo's blows, struck off balance by both the slash and kick he delivered. List had sought purchase with Rome's tail as well, and although not at the angle he had hoped for still its most deadly apparatus had been maimed. For their first exchange of blows, it was at least a mildly memorable takeaway. Yet in response did Rome manage to wrap his tails about the leg he had swung about, one of the spears attached to them seeking the purchase of flesh, however finding nothing but denim layered in a faint hexagonal pattern, brought to the surface upon impact.
Rome's maneuver no doubt had the primary motive of immobilization in mind, given his flurry of blows released with his fists soon after. While his actions themselves had been executed perfectly, there was one major miscalculation the man had made, and that was the fact that Leo had already previously disrupted his center of balance. He twisted further, swinging his right arm arm down to generate torque to avoid the man's punches, as well as to cleave the strikes themselves. While one brushed him in the jaw anyway, it was only a momentary setback as blood began to trickle from his lip, laughter also following. In retaliation, although in reality only a moment after Rome's blow had connected, Leo's free hand directed his blade in an upward jab toward his ribs, in an attempt to catch him off guard while he was still on the offense. However, midway through the stab did he make contact with something unexpected, shattering what seemed to be a duplicate of the orb Rome had previously conjured. Inky black nothingness, its form was pitiful compared to his steel, yet intriguing all the same. Still did Leo's sword continue in its set path, his intent far from dulled despite his fascination.
After all, what could a personified abyss even be, an essence so tangled with humanity yet appearance so far contrasting his sense of it? There was something familiar beneath the emptiness, as intangible as Rome himself appeared to be, but he could not recall for the life of him what the connection was. Yet again his terrible memory had struck, or perhaps it really was that the man only resembled a strand of the vast web Leo had spun over the years. Whatever the case, his foot was still caught between two tails, and with that did he attempt to yank it out of place by bending his knee back toward himself and then stomping down on the pavement, in the case that Rome chose to retain his grip it was likely that he would be pulled forward along with it.
At the same time did his lick the nearly black blood from the corner of his mouth, the residual wound having already closed and the slight jarring of his teeth having been reset into a perfect line. "Your friend over there didn't put up much of a fight, did he?" Leo asked, his grin crooked although of his own will, head cocked slightly to one side in derision. It was entertaining, how reckless one could get in response to scorn, and that was exactly what he wanted to see at the moment, a spectacle of most dangerous proportions.
Compared to every movement Rome had executed so far, what he did next seemed... Strangely out of place for a being bordering so closely to being absolutely feral. Though he had the man's leg held against his side, using his tails, to keep him from pulling out of his range, it definitely did nothing to stop him from utilizing his arms. However, Rome was far more disciplined than his previous movements would lead another to believe. Though most of his blows were cut short by one of the swords. It was his continued twisting against Rome that actually would be his stepping stone to evasion. The hope was to try and throw him further off balance, but as he felt his fist connect with the man's jaw, Rome knew he need to avoid a counterattack.
As the Dark Orb formed in the air, Rome simultaneously began to rotate his own body. Using the balls of his feet, he looked almost like a dancer as he gracefully spun himself back and around Leo's right leg, utilizing his tails hold on the leg as the epicenter of his turn. Once completed, he was now standing on the outside of his leg. Thankfully his Dark Orb and taken the swords blow and had slowed it just enough to keep it from scoring a direct hit. Instead, the blade struck and grinded across the armors surface as he moved out of its trajectory. If it hadn't been for his spell, the blow from the blade would have most likely brought him to his knees. Just as he rounded Leo's leg, the man suddenly brought it down to the ground. "When facing opponents that are stronger than yourself, the best way to combat is to use their strength and speed against them. Those that are well trained, while difficult to defeat, tend to be a bit easier to read. Anticipate not their attacks, but their movements to hinder you, and use it!" Eligor's less to another, and in turn, a less to Rome. As the leg bent and came down, Rome's body dropped downwards as well, however, not in the way that Leo had hoped for.
As he came down, Rome slid his legs forward, releasing the leg as he was coming down. Using the power behind Leo's movement, Rome slid across the ground of the alley. His left arm shooting out to catch his enemy at the ankles to trip him up. He would most likely see this coming an attempt to evade the strike, and that was what Rome hoped for. If he jumped or sidestepped, the right Grasp of the Void would launched to strike Leo in the gut, stretching to make up for the distance. Staggering his left Grasp of the Void, he curved out and stretch to strike just a second after the right. Staggering the strikes was planned in order to aim the blow for however Leo would react to the right strike. Although, he had a plan for that.
Finishing the slide, the embodiment of darkness flipped himself over to a crouching position. His left hand on the ground, right hand outstretched. Without wasting a moment, a jet black, twist and gnarled spear suddenly ejected from his palm, aimed for Leo's shoulder. He knew that if the rest of his clothing was anything like what was covering the man's legs, his spear would do little else, but be a slight annoyance more than likely. However, that was it. Rome had expended a great deal of energy launching the attacks he had up to this point. His opponent was strong and he had attacked with everything he had because of it. "We didn't even realize he was there until we felt our tail spear through his flesh." Unlike with most creatures, Rome showed no signs of having any kind of shortness of breath. In all honesty, from an outside perspective there were no tells that he was running on fumes at this point. Although, during this short time, he was sure that the man could tell. "What is the name that you use?"
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Post by Reya Starlyght on Oct 30, 2019 13:47:00 GMT
We. He hadn't thought much about the pronoun, not until Rome's actions abruptly shifted. From the unpredictable yet lacking strikes before to precision now, it was as if two minds controlled the man, or at least had influence upon him. Disappointing, he had no taste for the rational at the moment, his own sheer practice of it was only a result of centuries of discipline engraved into his head. Then again, he supposed it was the notion that mattered more than the method. Still, Rome's ballet-like movements for the split second they occurred were enough to tell that he was now fighting someone else entirely, at least from the strategy perspective. Leo's own approach would change little, however, after all the main threat Rome posed was still his abundance of fists. A shame, that he didn't wield a more deadly weapon, but it was the reality all the same.
He was clever, though, at least now, clearly with his counter to Leo's disengagement of his foot he was attempting to do the unexpected. And unexpected it was, although only for a fleeting moment. Rome had chosen to close the distance anyway, sliding across pavement, which, other than being painful he could imagine, put the man at a severe disadvantage when it came to maneuverability of his body itself. A limb or two was trivial when compared to the abdomen, after all, and as the man's arm moved to trip Leo his grip on List reversed itself, a plunge downward into the man's shoulder, if he were to do nothing about it. Whether or not it pierced flesh or stone, he then flipped over the blade, the embrace of blows making contact yet not where Rome intended, instead both catching him in the lower back mid-turn. Leo's reaction was little, however, other than the tail of his jacket sparking in gray for a moment before sputtering out.
A spin to face the man, and thus did he see the spear racing toward his shoulder. He didn't sidestep it, however, or attempt to dodge it in any other convoluted method. In fact, what Leo did do, outstretching his left hand with his sword dangling between two fingers, would seem odd to most, if not downright maniacal. Perhaps it was, he had stopped caring about the opinions of society long ago anyway. The darkness made contact with his palm, its serrated edge digging in before the attack vanished all together, decondensing into black particles that quickly were blown away by the winds of the night. What remained would be considered by most to be an at least somewhat hampering injury, given that he was wielding a weapon that required gripping strength, yet the slash that outpoured a deep crimson quickly subsided to nothing more than a trickle, and at last a white scar that faded into the hue of his flesh. "I just got my jacket patched a few days ago, that wouldn't do any good," he stated, List still dancing between his fingertips. Rome's answer to his query was entertaining, at the least, his base instincts obviously pulled him to violence and chaos, but now there was hesitation. Yes, the man did not appear to be visibly exhausted, he did not appear to be anything other than a void with inverted pupils, as a matter of fact, yet unless he had some hidden ace up his sleeve it was obvious there was nothing he could do to obtain a victory. At his attempt at diplomacy did Leo grin, his stance relaxing all the same.
"Leonidas Aglaeca. Do tell, what sort of business does a living void have here, on the outskirts of the civilized world?"
