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.
Slowly, Rome adjusted his body, repositioning and folding his legs so that he was sitting cross-legged on the concrete ground beneath them. His movements were grating on the ears as his carapace like armor scrapped against the ground. Once he had himself settled, he cocked his head to the side and rested it in his right hand, propping it up on his elbow. Once he was comfortable, his armor became tendrils of black liquid, slowly withdrawing into his body, revealing his somewhat battered form. The most notable being the dark... stain almost feels like the wrong word. A light patch of black blemishes the left shoulder of his otherwise white coat. This had been the spot that Leo had brought his blade down on him, when Rome had slid by. While the blade still could not pierce his armor effectively, it had still hit him fairly hard. The blemish was not blood though. Rome seemed to leak condensed dark mist instead of bleeding. It had hurt a good deal, but Rome had not noticed it in the moment. He had been far too focused on his own actions with his last ditch effort to strike a blow against Leo, which he had, though not where he had wanted.
Leonidas Aglaeca... Were all in the waking world holders of such types of names. Tel'Excidia didn't really understand the purpose long names. Afterall, only the twenty-nine of them had one. The lesser beings of the Dreamscape were nameless creatures. Incapable of acquiring an identity that they could call their own. Rome's white orbs staring at Leo, as he lazily pointed at him. There was a moment of silence before he actually spoke. "Your name is too long!" It honestly seemed to bother Rome. He didn't like long names. Normal names were hard enough for him to commit to memory, this was going to take him quite a while to remember. What a hassle.
However, Leo's question left Rome minorly perplexed. He couldn't really remember what the reason was behind his decision to leave the wilds. This had happened a few times since his descent to the planets surface a year ago. Randomly, he would just visit one of the settlements that were scattered across the planet. Rome would wander the streets at night for a few nights before returning to the wilderness once more. It was something like an urge, no... It was like something was drawing him there. It would hold him for a few days and then whatever it was just vanished. His eyes closed some, the white orb cut in half by the darkness from the top of it as he tried to just let that sensation talk for him instead, for just a moment. "Where Dreams once were, Nightmares must follow. We come to bring nightmares to those whom sleep," Though he was speaking, it almost sound as if someone was speaking in unison with him. A woman of a light, and friendly voice, yet dripping with venom.
If one were to go to each of the settlements after Rome left, and polled the citizens, the results would speak volumes for themselves. Every time that Rome visited, the entire settlement would be plagued with nightmares during his stay, and for a while afterwards. While unaware of it himself, Rome was actually just following the Tel'Excidia most primary purpose, and was caring for the minds of the unconscious. Attempting to create growth through chaos and fear, just as Mora had before him. Of course, that was before she had been exposed to the Waking World directly and became consumed with the idea of a waking nightmare consuming the world. While she understood it to be why she was created with the Dreamscape, for Rome it was his most basic instinct, but he was for some reason unaware. The memories left to him were not all accessible constantly. A good number were lost in a haze. However, once he was able to get to one, they remained open to him as normal. A lot of Mora's early years were such memories in that haze. So to him they were just actions that he did, and that had been the end of it. Until now he had never thought on the matter too much. Simply accepting it as it was.
Refocusing on the world, his eyes opened fully again and he looked to Leo. "We don't really know. We wander as we please, for none has domain over us," He shrugged, seemingly not realizing that he had just spoken. Despite all his memories and knowledge, Rome knew very little in all honesty. What would one expect? After all, he was nothing more than a child in truth. For him consciously, he simply wandered about as he liked, and sometimes that meant he would wander through a town here and there. He did know that being in town at night felt nice. Not because of the atmosphere, but because at night was when he could fed on as much fear as he liked. The air was saturated with it. Humans feared the dark and what could be lurking in it. It was the one fear that humans shared with all life in the universe. Well, all life born of light.
As the man showed his weakness, lowering himself to the ground in a more permanent fashion than the maneuver he had pulled before, Leo's instincts immediately moved toward a lunge although his conscious mind halted the action. "Kwyea," he murmured to himself in a near growl, Dualist vanishing from his hands. It was the doffing of Rome's armor that satiated his curiosities, after all, a black mist curling out from his being right where his own blade had managed to make a mark. At least it had for a moment, in reality his lack of true vitae only led to more hypotheses that he had an urge to prove or, more likely, throw out. But alas, such would be awfully inconsiderate of him, much could be learned by anecdotal evidence anyway, far more than most cared to admit.
Yet still, the man's responses were so... simple, as if he had reverted to whatever persona had previously encapsulated him. Conflicted between disappointment and something far more obscure, Leo instead merely laughed. It was a rare occurrence, for someone to comment on the length of his name, more often than not it was the pronunciation of the latter half that was questioned. For a moment, Leo was tempted to spill out the inhumanity of what was considerably closer to his true identity, after all it was far longer and, well, nigh incomprehensible, yet rationale told him otherwise. At least he related to the sentiment to a degree, although that had more to do with quantity over other factors. "And I don't even have a middle name. Leo is fine; not that it really matters anyway." He had amassed a collection of titles and aliases over the years, most of them satirical or insulting in some sense although others accurate, occasionally even haunting. Sometimes he wished his name was a bit more forgettable, but such was life. It was the nature of time to leave gaps in memory and history anyhow, exploiting that inherent quality was not difficult when one had plenty of experience doing so.
It was at that point that he leaned against a wall of the alley, their skirmish apparently having not drawn the attention of bystanders yet although that likely had to do with the fact that it was in almost complete darkness they resided. His observation of such was more passive than anything, no internal bell had been set off although it wouldn't have really alarmed Leo in any case. No, it was Rome's peculiarities that had drawn his attention, even after they had disengaged. To respond to his query had a feminine voice been produced from his vocal chords, distinctively separate from sounds before. Leo titled his head, tapping his fingers against stone in rapture. "So you're saying if I kill you right here I'll never experience another nightmare in my life? You know, that would be tempting enough to murder over, if it were true," he stated with a grin of disbelief, before his voice dropped to a tired grumble. "I haven't gotten enough sleep in, well, I don't even remember when it's been so long. Then again, there are probably some other things to blame for that as well...."
And yet soon did the sudden appearance vanish, replaced by his default tone. Leo raised an eyebrow not only at the change but the contents of Rome's words themselves. Possession, then? "Ah yes, well your friend in your head just answered to the contrary," he replied, not knowing if Rome was aware of the phenomenon or perhaps would be equally as surprised as himself.
"Killing us would change nothing," Rome responded with, "for we only influence the nightmares just around us. We plague those that are weak to the pull of chaos most. Their nightmares drive them deeper into darkness." Despite how he had spoken so far in their interaction, Rome actually spoke like he actually knew what he was talking about. He had total understanding of this side of his existence at least. An inheritance from mother that he enjoyed greatly. The more nightmares and fear there was, the more he would feed after all. You could say it was a sort of vice for him. He did not require this as sustenance, but more because it tasted good and he enjoyed how it made him feel. A happy little bonus from bringing nightmares to other creatures, extra incentive that would drive him to do it even without being aware of his primary instinct. "We are not sure how far our nightmares go, but we can feel them, so we know that our reach is limited."
Friend? Had he spoken without notice? It had happened before, and for the longest time he didn't even realize that he was hearing it out loud. Rome had always assumed the voices were only within his mind. It did make him wonder which one it was that had spoken, either Mother or Father. Father wasn't all that big on monologues, so it was safe to guess that it was probably his mother, Mora. "There is no one else here, but us. Merely echoes of my mother and father remain, resounding from their memories as what little is left of them fades into the darkness," As he spoke he began miming picking his nose. Miming it was all he could do since he, obviously, did not have an actually nose on his face. "We dunno what the big deal with sleep is anyway... We've never slept before, and Nightmares are the closest most waking beings will ever get to true chaos. They should be grateful for the gift that we bestow upon them.
Dropping his left hand, Rome tilted his head upwards, getting a better look at Leo. "Why are you here, old man?" Rome didn't fully realize it, but his base personality was being... well... spotty to say best. Rarely had Rome interacted with someone for so long without tearing out their throat. Even less common was the fact that he was having an actual conversation. Being as young as he was, the way that he outwardly presented himself was not very stable. Throw that in with the fact that the remnants of two other personalities were still floating about his head, and you had a great mixture for inconsistency. However, that did not affect the curiosity he was now beginning to feel about Leo. The gentleman was strong, and despite his viciousness, the back alley on some settlement on the edge of the known seemed like a strange spot for him to be in. Creatures of the waking world didn't just do things at random typically. From what Rome understood, there was almost always a reason for everything that they did.
Weak to the pull of chaos. He... didn't quite understand what that meant. Well, the experience itself was nothing new to Leo, it was most certainly something that held influence over him, but in the context of nightmares? No, chaos was a liberator, his mind the prison at once bittersweet and horrifying. What kept him up at night, unlike the plagues of so many others, was what was indescribably true - no figment of imagination existed whilst in slumber, only a recollection of bygone days. He tried so hard to forget, but the guilt was still slathered on thick, there would only ever be one way to perhaps, possibly, potentially right it. Yet even the prospect of coming across that one opportunity was enough for him to lose his sanity over, there was nothing more he so desperately desired and despaired simultaneously.
Mother and father, then Rome truly was a child. Other things had hinted at it, of course, his rapid changes in tone and mood being the most obvious, even as Leo continued to contemplate the notion did his voice abruptly shift once more, although not in the actual speaker merely his diction itself. Movements, actions, they were untrained, neither proper etiquette nor martial prowess were evident based upon his resting stance alone. Of course, for others even tracking the details of a void would be difficult, if not impossible in the darkness, but for him it was an easy task. And at the same time, he doubted any of the prey Rome hunted would even pause to consider his age, hearts caught in the fleeting terror of instinct.
"Oh do I fucking wish," Leo muttered, satirical jealousy caught on his lips. Not physically needing sleep, he wondered what that was like. Not that he ever got any rest anyway, caught between one substance and the next, but his waking actions always seemed to be flavored with exhaustion. It was useless to ponder the impossible, though, and his education in various subjects immediately categorized a lack of sleep as such considering his own physiology. A week or two, most definitely, when... it... got bad, but those lengths of time had been almost as unbearable as what it would have been in unconciousness. At least no episode had occured recently, it was one of a collection of thoughts that allowed him to persevere yet at the same time weaved a looming veil of shadows.
His rhythmic patterns abruptly halted as Rome's intonation continued. At first, considering what Leo now assumed to be his youthfulness, he thought it was nothing more than a playful jeer, but he knew all too well the hint of sincerity beneath it. The boy was more intelligent than his mannerisms let on, it seemed. A sigh escaped Leo's breath; no use with false pretenses, then. "You said it yourself. I'm old. And bored." His fingers involuntarily found the blade of his pocket knife, picking away at the dirt under his nails. "There are surprisingly few places in the galaxy where you can order ten bottles of whiskey and not get any borderline terrified stares, don't you know? Niocend is a needle in a haystack when it comes to criminal ignorance, though I suppose it does come with the territory." From what was momentary alarm did a grin surface, his words for once stripped of their deceptive coating.
So, it seemed Rome should have trusted his gut more than he had. He had already been aware that Leo felt... Out of time, in a sense, but he was definitely much older than he physically appeared. It made Rome wonder if there were many creatures out there that could live for such great lengths of time with little no no aging. I wonder if I'll age... The thought was nothing more than simply fleeting, but it was a reasonable question. The Tel'Excidia observed and experienced time differently from those of the waking world. They were more beings of thought and energy, and not creature of matter like, for instance, humans were, so they did not age to begin with. However, Rome was half human, thus, could experience the waking world in a way no other Tel'Excidia could. The bit about being bored, however, gave him a few other ideas. His words seemed more sincere some how as well, but he probably had a point.
"We would not know. There have been very few towns that we have traveled through since we woke up, and we are stuck on this world until we can grew strong enough to break free of this rocks gravity," Lifting his head off of his hand, Rome shrugged his shoulders, as if saying 'it is what it is'. However, his body language suddenly took on a more aggressive rigidness to it. The darkness that made up his face began to tear apart to reveal his jagged teeth. His mouth remained close, but the tear came all the way across, turning his entire face into one massive, black, demented smiley face. "However, if it is boredom that you're trying to kill, then we may be able to help with that one easily."
Leo was a being of deep, and ancient darkness, or at least that is the feeling he got from him. Someone like that probably spent a great deal of their long life being bored. Taking his time, Rome pushed himself up off the ground, standing with ease before bending down to dust himself off a bit. Once satisfied with his appearance, the dark form walked over to where the red parasol rest on the ground. Close by, the corpse still lingered in the slowly darkening pool of its own blood. As Rome fetched his item, he didn't even seem to register that the body was still lying there in plain sight. If anyone walked down the alley, or if it got bright enough outside for it to be viewable from the street, the body would undoubtedly be found. It truly was nothing more than a thing to him now that it was lifeless. Consciousness was the only part that was truly interesting.
Turning to face Leo, Rome brought his parasol up and opened it. It didn't take long for darkness to gather under the canopy, obscuring his head some, making it seem more likely that a dark shadow was casting over his face. However, the orbs of light in his skull that were his eyes were fully visible still. Worst still, was the fact that his massive, black, smile was somehow also visible through the darkness. "There is a place of a great many luminous colors and rhythmic sounds that serves as a beacon to encourage to enjoy the night. These people must be given nightmares, but if they will not sleep, then we will bring it to them while their eyes are open," Rome spoke with childish glee, bringing his free, white gloved hand up, his fingers remaining rigid and together, he slightly covered his smile with the tip of his hand. "Perhaps you would find entertainment in bringing them this nightmare as well? We were going to wait a few more days and do it when we were leaving, but doing it now is all the same to us. It will be quite enjoyable."
Post by Reya Starlyght on Nov 10, 2019 5:27:39 GMT
His head tilted slightly. "I was never a physics major, but that is no simple feat. You may be stuck here for a long time, if that is the case; why don't you take a ship off-world?" That... was probably a useless question. He doubted the boy had credits to even purchase something akin to a ticket, and while Rome likely didn't have any qualms stealing a vehicle Leo would be genuinely surprised if he could actually pilot one. He pondered what Eris would think of a being like him, what her reaction would be if upon her return Leo introduced a new acquaintance. He concluded it wouldn't end too well for Rome, potentially even with a dissection or more unpleasant scientific experiment. Then again, perhaps not, a story or two also tended to do the trick for both of them.
Boredom. Yes, he was rather bored, wasn't that correct? It had been what he had just told the boy, yet Rome's mere presence had been enough to pull him out of the dregs of repetition, for what a fascinating individual he was. Leo had been about to say such, until it seemed that there was more. The darkness coalesced under Rome's parasol, yet unlike others his face was in no way obscured by such to Leo, if his visage could be called a face at all. The smile, too, he caught its cruel sincerity, but was not perturbed. After all, as Rome detailed his excursion did a crooked grin occupy his own expressions, the right corner of his mouth brought up in a way that twisted his features into something far darker than the benign, gaze dripping a shade of deep sanguine.
His heart rose inexplicably, although his mind chanted bad idea, bad idea. Oh, but how long had it been, the edge of his knife was abruptly closed and deposited, teeth biting at his own lip as blood was produced, as if to satiate the memories that followed. They did not torment, though, they always deserved what they had coming. Justice, some would even say, although he laughed at the notion, for those who claimed such believed what they were doing was inherently right. He knew better than to subscribe to the veneer, for he could not deny that death tasted so sweet upon the embrace of steel, he could not deny what he inevitably was and would always be. Regret, yes, there was that, occasionally, often concerning certain acts. It had been wrong of him to slaughter the innocent, so long ago, in times where he had drowned in the murk and haze of insanity. That much he knew. It didn't stop him from murder now, however, not when it did not upset his vague sense of morality to a greater extent.
Of course, his inhibitions might not have been completely in place, logic told him so considering his alcoholic consumption, but Leo didn't care. "Ah yes, the night club. Terrible place, their choice in music is abhorrent," he answered, his silent message horrifically clear. On the edge of the galaxy - rationale was speaking - most things that had to do with nightlife were corrupt anyway, often in the worst ways. Eris rather liked wreaking havoc on such establishments, although he always cared far less about the motive. A sufficient excuse, however, that was what his mind was searching for. And yes, he had most certainly found one, even now the mere thought of bloodshed as it were unbridled was ecstasy.
Despite his childish personality, Rome's mind was sharp, and quick to take in information. A trait so kindly inherited from Mora. Though his time within the city had only been that of a few days at the point of meeting Leo, it had been more than enough time to map out a good portion of the city. Because of this, their little trip to, what was it Leo called it, the night club was quite uneventful. However, it was quite quick thanks to his knowledge. Rome kept them to the dark corners the entire way, typically sticking to the alleys, but occasionally taking the silent and abandoned streets, though few, did exist at this time at night. Normally, Rome would have left a nice trail of corpses in his wake, but with Leo with him, he felt a strange desire to withhold the bloodshed. At least for now anyway. He kept his parasol up the whole way, allowing the darkness to obscure him from the shoulders up. No need for wandering eyes to alert someone of his movements. Humans were very jump about non-human entities and he was definitely the kind that would cause someone to go yelling for help.
In no time, the two of them were standing within the mouth of the last alley, the last point of complete darkness before it was pushed away by the neon lights that hung over the clubs entrance. It was rather late in the night, so the line that was leading to the door was much shorter than its earlier hours. Currently there were only a handful of party goers standing outside, and then three bouncers, standing in black behind a velvet rope. Two were simply standing on either side of the door, while the third was vetting the people wishing to get inside. One of the two on standby was a little more of to the side, the right of the door, flirting with two women. The three men were quite large, all standing just over six feet in height and quite built. Rome knew though that large did not always mean strong. Turning his head so that his massive white orbs could fixate back on Leo, "This is the temple that denies Nightmares sleeping minds. Shall we have fun with it?" Without waiting for an answer, Rome stepped from the alley and simply lined up at the end of the club's short line. Rome found the whole thing to be quite comical. It didn't take long before he reached the front.
The large man before him was a man with a very rich suntan visible on his hands and face. His head was shaven clean, and had a slight shine to it from the neon lights above them all. The man raised an eyebrow at Rome's appearance, "Sorry freakshow, this ain't a carnival. I'm going to need you to get the hell out of here." The man was gruff, motioning over his shoulder with his thumb. Rome stood there for a moment, as the man simply stared down at him, mildly confused by the lack of a reaction to his words. Their little interaction had caught the attention of the man to the left of the door. After a moment, Rome merely took a singular step forward before a section of the dark surrounding Rome's head under the canopy seemed to jet forward, embedding itself into the front of the bouncer's neck, just off to the right, not quite full cutting into the trachea. The bouncer to the left of the door started to move towards the two of them. Rome's tail dislodged from his neck as he pivoted suddenly on his right foot, spinning himself around. As he spun, the dark man brought his left leg up and slammed it into the side of the first bouncer's head. The man was barely standing as it was, so it was easy to knock him to the side, causing him to collide with the second bouncer. At this point the third bouncer had finally taken notice and was moving.
Unease to them all, with the exception of Leo, from the moment he had step forward, Rome's unnatural smile had split his face in half once more. He felt such ecstasy from killing. But it was not just the simple act of taking life, it was that moment right before their death. That moment when fear completely consumes them, the fear of their light being snuffed out and overtaken by the darkness. He watched that light being stifled by fear as it faded was what he loved more than anything. For it was the greatest feast he ever tasted.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Nov 21, 2019 2:42:06 GMT
Good, Rome had the wise mind to cling to the shadows of the streets. Not that Leo had anything to be concerned about as far as surface-level appearance, but it was always more pleasant in the darkness, away from those who would serve only that which they could see. Of course, obscuring one's identity would also serve to make any crime committed less likely to be tracked back to him, but that was of little true concern. The entire city was filled with criminal minds, after all, no one would bother to persecute for those who probably already deserved a death sentence on a few different planets. As a matter of fact, he reasoned, the syndicates that ran Niocend would probably write it off as an indiscriminate attack by whatever authorities lurked, oh the irony.
The building in question was painfully obvious as they came within its sights, blearing his vision before he blinked it away. What a shame, really, that it fell into the category of excessively obnoxious, night clubs that were more mellow in nature were not an entirely terrible place to waste an evening. Then again, the category of irritant was probably better considering the plans Rome had in mind, maybe there was a light switch somewhere that could be toggled off later. A few would-be patrons lingered at the entrance that attempted grandiosity, intimidating bouncers vetting them in although to his eye it was obvious that their bulk was only for that, not one of the trio had a stance that even suggested preparedness for confrontation.
He gave Rome a brief nod although the boy had already turned away. Instead of following after, however, Leo flanked the side of the building, catching the sight of a third bouncer who had wandered down a ways. Flirting with two women that looked like they were completely over it nonetheless, certainly the sort of person who didn't have any particular contribution to society as a whole. Leo caught the words of the main guard, his lip curling upward even though of course Rome's appearance was the sort that was... upsetting to most. At his action did the women hold their mouths, backing away even as he saw their horror held almost a degree of amusement to it. Upon their retreat did he advance, slinking into the limelight.
A pace or few later, Leo tapped the man that had yet to engage Rome, although it was clear the bouncer was thinking about it. "Oh, ladies' man, where do you think you're going?" he asked, the knife tucked into his boot unsheathed. A turn back and the bouncer's throat was slit, a quick slice across that left the gurgle of life escaping its corporeal boundaries. Of course, it was not an instant fatality, the man attempted to push him away but at the same time his hand found his neck, Leo taking the opportunity to kick him down onto the pavement below. He glanced over and saw that Rome had dispatched the other two, although the one that had merely been knocked over had began to stumble back onto his feet. Before he could do so Leo flung out his arm, his knife embedding itself into the man's right eye, its thud a resounding crack that lit up his visage with a smile.
"Right then, inside." He pushed the double doors open wide, although of course the rage of the music hit his ears instantly, not one patron paying the entrance mind. Perfect.
Rome watched as Leo quickly dispatched the flirtatious bodyguard. He could not help, but admire the efficiency of the ancient man's technice when it came to the art of killing. Their fight had given him a pretty rough idea of what his capabilities were, and that only had actually made Rome look at him in a more icon like light. With the smallest sense of awe, though Rome himself had not fully realized this newfound admiration. Leo seemed to mirror Rome's own feelings involving the beginning of their little ramage, as a smile crossed his face just as his blade found the second man that Rome had knocked down with the body of the first. Stepping over to the second bouncer's body, Rome leaned over and grabbed the handle of the knife. After wiggling it around a bit to help loosen it from the eye, so to not remove it with the blade, Rome freed the knife from the man's skull, keeping the blade in hand, Rome follow Leo through the doors, dropping his parasol as he walked.
With in, Rome was immediately hit with the noise that was called music. While he did enjoy the feeling of the beat through the bass itself, the vibration felt pleasant throughout his body, the dark particles resonating with well, Rome found the overall sound itself quite distasteful. Because of this, his mood soured greatly, causing his unsettling smile to, literally, disappear into the darkness of his head. Bringing his freed hand up, he held it in front of the door. A black chain snaked from the palm of his hand, working it's way around the handle of the doors, chaining them together, and thus locking them in with their new prey. "We are excited to play with so many people. We would hate if anyone decided that didn't want to play a game with us and tried to leave," He spoke with a gleeful tone. His earlier irritation with the music, quickly washed away by the mere thought of all those they were about to bring into a waking nightmare. Fully satisfied that the door was secured properly, after giving it a few test pulls to see if he could break the doors loose. Turning around, he noticed that no one in the club seemed to notice he had just trapped them all. This was perfect.
Stepping out of the entryway, Rome finally got a full look at the establishment. There seemed to be two levels to the place, though they were not separate building floors. The first level, where they stood, border along the entire side of the building. This part had the bars, one to the left and right, taking up a majority of the wall. From there, the rest of this level was filled with tables and seats for patrons looking to relax. The second level was cut off by a wall along its border, breaking only where the numerous sets of step were leading down from the first level to the second. While on the first level, the wall only came up just over Rome's waist. If he were standing on the second floor, he would be able to just barely see over it with both feet firmly planted. This are was clearly the dance floor. At the opposite end of the door sat the DJ's booth, elevated above the level of even the first floor, even if by a few feet. The place was quite full, a majority of the patrons on the dance floor, but a good number were either sitting, or mingling with others while enjoying drinks from the bar. The atmosphere was very carefree and upbeat. Just a glance and someone even like Rome could tell that everyone was having a good time, but the staff were not overwhelmed by the volume of customers.
Colored lights flashed over the dancing area, as well as other lights simply shining constantly, but moving about rapidly. Even with all the lights, the overall illumination of the building was a bit poor. This was actually advantageous for Rome particularly, because it would mean that others would have a harder time realizing what was wrong about his appearance. This was quite pleasing.
"Hey, nice superhero mask man!" A man called out to Rome as he, and a group of people, passed by. This took Rome a bit off guard, but them it occurred to him why the guy said that. While he had no idea what a "superhero" was, he could see why the man thought he was wearing a mask. His face was pitch black with no mouth of discernible facial features, and his eyes were simply two, very large, white circles on his face. Shrugging, Rome began to push forward, making his way to the steps and descending into the crowd of dancers. Being careful to weave between the people, as to not pull attention to himself, the walking void made his way towards the center of the second level. He wondered if Leo would start something before he got where he wanted to be, follow behind him, or go to a different part of the club...
Post by Reya Starlyght on Nov 28, 2019 21:20:29 GMT
Leo personally wouldn't have locked the door. He did not care if people fled or not, no, it was the fact that, in securing the most prominent entrance to the club, it also left them trapped in the establishment. Yet still, it was not that he feared the repercussions that would come from any potential retaliation, the root of his animosity toward that little snake of darkness was something he had far less control over, a primal flicker of unease before he suppressed it as he always did. It was clear that such hadn't even gone through Rome's head, if by his words alone. That would be lovely, wouldn't it, a world untouched by the scars of the past? Of course, that was only a hopeless fantasy, in the end.
All the people, only there to enjoy the night. For a moment, he felt bad for the innocent patrons, he frequented less rowdy establishments of the like quite often. Yet a further glance revealed striking disparities, the vast majority of the club was populated with men, and while the shadows covered up the visage of most of the staff Leo, of course, saw through the shade and to the fear. He shook his head with a sigh, then watching Rome disappear into the crowd. His own first order of business did not have to do with drawing blood, however, it was to shut off the abhorrently obnoxious lights that kept on flashing in his eyes, disrupting the darkness he craved. Scanning the edges of the room, he began to flank around the masses, sauntering up to the bar and ordering a drink as his eyes traced the walls for a control panel in particular.
Within a moment Leo slid a few credits in the direction of the barkeep, a glass of whiskey served in exchange. A prop now obtained, he downed about half of it with a blank expression before approaching an employee who lingered near a series of switches and toggles tucked within a shadowed crevice. "Sir," Leo said, reaching out one hand and grabbing the guard's shoulder, words intentionally spoken with a bit of a slur. "There's a- there's a fight... dance floor." He sloppily pointed in the general direction of the area in question, although it was more so a few degrees off, the glass in his hand nearly sliding from his grasp as he then caught his balance on the wall nearby. The man merely sighed in response, shrugging away from his grip and plunging into the fray. Leo silently thanked the dim light for obscuring the perception of color for most, elsewise his plot would have been foiled by his appearance alone.
He waited for a couple seconds in stupor before dropping the facade, draining the rest of his drink as he inspected the controls before him. Several knobs and tubes were present, many unlabelled, but between them was a singular, large switch, conveniently tagged as master. Leo pulled out his pocket knife, setting down the glass all the same as his fingers found the edge of the panel, prying some wiring from it. He glanced about one last time, a smirk present on his visage at the lack of eyes staring back. With that did he grasp the master switch, yanking it down and cutting the power at the same time. At last was the night club plunged into the darkness it deserved, panicked screams echoing throughout as he moved in on the crowd.