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.
Emily rolled her eyes, sighed and grabbed him firmly by the rather floppy, over the top lace sleeve while dragging him close to her so she could whisper in his ear. "I mean I want to do a heist, geddit? I want...to find...a mark and rip it off. Something big, something flashy that people will talk about. I wanna do is so everyone thinks it's amazing, but no one knows who or how. Izzat better?"
Shoving him away, she sat staring at him with flinty emerald eyes. This was no act. The kind of rejection that Gio was trying always angered her. It was her fault for having given him the wrong impression with her act, but she wasn't about to let this opportunity go. If the guy needed that much direction, she'd have to give it to him.
One hand was moving, almost of its own accord, toward the dagger that was concealed on her thigh. The thought of sinking Blood's Tear into his chest throbbed wildly in front of her and it was only with an effort that made her briefly grimace that she managed to prevent this particular reaction from occurring. Gio would pay attention to her.
For a moment, Gio was shocked. Speechless at suddenly being manhandled even as he stared into her eyes. Then, he couldn't help himself, but, he started to laugh. It wasnt mocking, but something else entirely. Something not entirely sane. It wasn't maniacal, or deranged, but something still seemed.... off.
"That!" His laugh turned off like a switch, his tone now deadly serious, "That is exactly what I wanted to hear, Mon Cherie: Ambition!"
He retrieved control of his sleeve from the redhead, smoothing out the wrinkles and creases from the fabric before continuing, seemingly back to his bubbly, eccentric self, plopping jovially down at the bar, turned to face Winter.
"So, what? You lookin' for a job? Internship? Work study?"
Clearly he was amusing himself at this point, judging by the cheesy expression on his face. He spread his arms out as he leaned back, his slender fingers gripping the edge of the bar for a moment before he snapped forward, one hand covering his mouth as he half-whispered to Emily.
"Because I can put you in contact with some good people."
He cocked his head to one side at this, before concluding-
"Well... maybe 'good' ain't exactly the right word."
Gio leaned back against the bar once more, kicking one leg over the other. And as he spoke, as he often did, Gio moved his hands as much as his lips, gesturing with quick flips of the wrist and long, striding motions towards the sky.
"Course, we could also skip all those hors d'oeuvres and enjoy the "main course", as it were: Just two ships, passin' in the sky."
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Gio wasn't going to get away that easily. Now that he'd understood what she was after, Emily wasn't about to let the opportunity pass by. The mask that Gio wore, the mask of being flippant and casual and easy in manner, had slipped. Those scars he wore on his face were closer to the truth of him. He was offering her what she'd wanted from the second she set eyes on him, the chance to take part in something with him. She liked, as they said, the cut of his jib.
As he added his final comment, the crimson-haired psychopath pounced. "I like skipping the little appetizer-y things usually. I think the main course is the way to go, especially with a guy like you. You'll be rolling the dice with me, but I think you kinda like rolling the dice."
She added, "So are we good? You ready to gamble?"
There was a glint in those emerald eyes. It was a glint that anyone who'd known Emily for some time would have worried about, but Gio was at a disadvantage there. He hadn't had the pleasure of her company for nearly long enough to fathom what he was about to get into.
Gio chuckled, pulling up his sleeve and fiddling with the data pad mounted on his wrist for a moment. He looked up, glancing at Emily's potentially prying eyes before turning off to one side, tapping again for a moment before returning his attentions to the emerald-clad woman.
"You're green."[/b] At first blunt, Gio quickly clarified, "Inexperienced."
"And while you clearly can dress to impress... I have no idea what you can do."[/b]
Gio peered down at Emily, considering her ambition. If it was founded... maybe the little rich girl with a bad streak would make a good ally. Or. She could get him killed. Or worse, arrested! He slid his sleeve back over his screen, clearly dismissing whatever plan he initially had.
"No. A blind man's bluff is a fool's wager. You're gonna have to prove to me you have what it takes."
"So? What's your deal, eh? Weapons expert? Hacker? Infil specialist? What do you do"[/b]
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Her eyes flicked over the strange piece of technology, but were quickly back on Gio's. Their green depths read his features carefully, taking in all of his expressions. She didn't react to things that might have potentially baited her, now that she knew she had her hooks into the dapper, scarred man. She just waited patiently while he was talking and then flashed him a crooked smile. "I was hoping you'd want to test me, Gio. I wouldn't have thought you were very smart if you didn't try to test me."
In one quick moment, her hand flickered and seemingly there was a black-bladed knife in it and that knife's tip was resting against Gio's thigh, high and inside. "Weapons are good with me."
Quickly the blade was withdrawn and sheathed and then Emily leaned in again, green orbs focused on her new companion.
"I am also one of the best liars you'll ever meet, if I do say so myself."
Batting her eyelashes at him coquettishly, she added, "So what's the test, kiddo?
Kiddo? Coming from little miss sunshine here? He was old enough to be her- well. He was definitely much older, that was sure. As for her claims, well...There was always somewhere to fight, at least. And seeing as how little Miss Trust Fund fancied herself a weapons expert, he figured he would indulge her. After all, you don't sneak a knife into like that inside your dress unless you knew how to use it... Well, that, or you were really, really stupid. Still, he would remember to tread a little more lightly, given the fact that she seemed to be on a hair trigger. "Alright. Combat trial. Seems fun, right?" Gio grinned, "There's one of those little combat arena things a couple blocks down... How 'bout we buy ourselves some time, eh?"
"And you can show me how you handle yourself in a fight."
He wasn't sure if it was something she would agree to. After all, she was all dressed up, and those arenas tended to cater more to the "cargo shorts and hockey pads" type. But still, it was somewhere where she would be able to go all out and not worry about getting in trouble for knifing some random guy in an alley, to say the least. And it wasn't like Gio hadn't gone to one of those places before. They had protection measures to prevent accidental fatalities. Though, purposeful fatalities? Well... those were a bit harder to mitigate.
Either way, he figured that little miss... knifey girl... wouldn't be all that dangerous. After all, she was just a rich kid with a fancy knife. It's not like she had any combat training, right?
"Combat...arena?! You mean they have a whole place for that here? Why didn't you say so?! Just show me the way, Gio."
There was a light in the slender redhead's eyes that was not entirely sane as Gio spoke. The notion that blood was about to be shed seemed to animate her in a way that was quite disturbing. Every part of her seemed suffused with extra energy and her movements took on a feline grace that seemed as if her body was priming itself for what might come.
Her brow furrowed for a moment and she turned to face Gio. "Give me five minutes. I have to...uh...powder my nose! Wait right here!"
The redhead scampered off towards the "facilities." She retrieved the bundle of clothing she'd hidden in a ventilation duct and slid it on. These were the "civvies" that she had disguised on her way in. The holster for Blood's Tear now secured the black bladed knife and her additional throwing knives were concealed in their proper place. She stuffed the dress in the ventilation shaft and returned to Gio at the bar.
"I wasn't gonna fight in that stupid dress. Now let's go!"
As they walked, the crimson haired young woman inquired, "What about you? Surely you have some combat experience, Gio? You seem like a man who has had a great deal of experience with the world!"
Post by fairchild.txt on Feb 20, 2020 17:27:11 GMT
Some powder, Gio thought as Emily crossed the floor to join him once more. He chuckled a bit at her quick change of wardrobe. Clearly, she was more eager for their bout than Gio would've given her credit for. More and more, Gio's assumptions about the girl was shifting, from some spoilt kid with a silver spoon up her ass to someone... well, someone like him: a Pretender. A Liar. Maybe even something of a scoundrel! Regardless, she was clearly bot as well-to-do as he previously thought. The dust bunnies clinging to the bunched and wrinkled fabric proved as much. Moreso, the fact that it didn't much bother her proved much more.
As they walked, Gio and Emily talked. And it seemed like no time at all that Emily had turned the tables on the Gambler, questioning his credentials, in turn.
"Well," Gio chuckled, "I'd be lying if I said that wasnt part the reason I've got such a handsome face."
"But... Yeah. You could say I've seen a few scrapes in my day. More've them than I like involving being tied to a chair...
"-Ah, but enough about my childhood!" Gio beamed with that not-quite-right smile. "Looks like we're coming up on the place!"
The Arena, if you could even call it that, was little more than a vacant lot, filled with broken down vehicles, chest-high walls, and more graffiti than a Dandelion Salt Den. Still... it was safer that duling it out in the streets. Warding magic kept spells cast contained within. And a tall fence kept physical objects (as well as trespassers and interlopers) from passing through.
Gio approached a window looking in on some sort of equipment locker. A bored-looking young man thumbed through a magazine, smacking his gun loudly. He blew a bubble as Gio thumbed out a few Bill's, turning to Emily for some form of validation.
"Whaddya think? Ten... twenty minutes?"
As he spoke, the teen tossed a pair of silver buttons onto the counter, in front of the Gambler. One for Emily. One for Gio. As soon as they put them on, they'd be ready to enter the playing field.
The tension in Gio's voice didn't slide by Emily, but she let it go for the moment. Finding his little vulnerabilities would be something for later. Right now, the familiar roaring in her ears and the excited throb of the pulse in her throat were signs that her blood-lust was rising and spreading. The hunger in her was strong, that ache for death dealing that had long been her companion but she managed to subsume it as she grinned at Gio. "Your childhood was like that too huh? I guess we'll have to share stories some time."
The fire-haired girl had much experience with hiding the physical manifestations of her excitement for murder. She didn't betray any emotion as she followed Gio. She did chuckle a little at the "Arena" as it wasn't quite the image that she had of what such a thing might look like. It didn't matter. What mattered was what would happen inside of the place once she got going. The pleasure was almost a physical thing and she had to suppress a shudder of excitement as they got even closer to the main event.
At the teen's question, a feral smile split Emily's pretty features and she pretended to ponder as she toyed with the hilt of Blood's Tear before meeting his eyes with her too-bright emerald gaze. "We'll split the difference and call it 15 minutes."
Taking the button and putting it on, she glanced over at Gio. "Ready, boss?"
Post by fairchild.txt on Feb 28, 2020 19:41:29 GMT
"Boss. I like the ring o' that."
Gio cleared his throat, shucking his coat with a practiced ease which saw it slip effortlessly from his shoulders. He'd been slipping into old habits. Into old voices. Less of his smooth and collected persona he'd cultivated and more into his brash, uncultured origins. Something about Winter had activated that in him. Some sort of subconscious connection to a fellow pretender that he didn't quite recognize. He removed his dress shirt and cravat as well, passing them over the counter for the teen to hold onto, revealing the slate-colored tank top worn underneath.
"Indeed." he corrected, "I believe I am."
Gio draped his coat over his shoulders, the silver button now attached to his lapel. These things were... fairly interesting. And the kid gave a quick explanation of them to the pair before they stepped over the threshold. The buttons, were, in essence, their lifeline. If they felt they were in any serious danger, pressing the button would activate a temporary forcefield. Of course, since the arenas were meant as a means to test your skill... relying on the forcefield would penalize you. In the end, whoever scored the most "hits" would be declared the winner... Whatever that meant for your specific situation. Of course, for Gio and Emily, the points didn't matter. Not really. All that really mattered was if Little Miss Sunshine was able to hold her own on the battlefield... or if that big knife and keenness for combat was just for show.
"Ladies first," Gio bowed, conceding the way to Emily.
When Gio passed through the barrier surrounding the arena, he could feel it shimmer across him: a semi-permeable shield reacting to the button pinned on his chest. Until their time was up, this barrier would be no different from a wall. To verify that it was active, Gio gave it a few light raps with the back of his hand, a pleasant tunk noise echoing with each hit.
"Right!" Gio concluded, "Let us get this bout underway."
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