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.
Splinters filled the air, stemming from the impact of Sylas's spell. That marked the tenth spell he launched at the tree he was using for target practice. A concave area had been dug into the trunk of the tree, growing bigger with each orb of wind Sylas launched. He wasn't content with just carving wood. He wanted to annihilate it completely, but his magic was not strong enough. The more he cast, and the more he gasped for air, the more apparent that fact became. Sweat poured from the man's brow as he tried to catch his breath. He had been training since the sun peeked over the horizon, bathing Chevallier its in morning glow. The sun was now directly overhead, letting Sylas know he had been out here far too long. He shook out his arms and rolled his neck to loosen up, and prepared himself for one final spell. He had weakened the tree;s constitution, so surely now he could attempt to blow it down, he figured. "One last shot..." He muttered to himself, as he gathered his magical power and felt the wind surge within his hands. With a yell filled with determination, Sylas released a funnel of wind towards the tree, picturing it falling in his mind. The wind pushed against the tree, biting into it and sending bits flying, however the tree was not moved from its position. The spell had left a mark, but was not enough to uproot it, whatsoever. Disappointed, Sylas immediately turned around and walked away. He was done for the day.
Sylas turned the hot water knob further than he normally did, for today was a tad bit more chilly than usual. After a training session, he typically liked to cool down, but with the weather being what it was, a hot shower was more appropriate. Steam filled the room as Sylas washed today's failures away. His aches and pains dulled beneath the water, making him feel lighter and refreshed. This was exactly what he needed. After he finished rinsing his hair, Sylas exited the shower and wiped the fog off of a portion of the mirror. His piercing yellow eyes stared back at him. Sylas sighed and began brushing his teeth. He wanted to become stronger. He wanted to make a name for himself and finally detach from his family. Currently he was Sylas de Chevallier. He just wanted to be Sylas.
"Day is only half gone." Sylas said to himself, now dressed and ready to head out. "What to do..." There were plenty of events to choose from, as this time of the month held many celebrations that the people of Chevallier held. Parades, parties, and musical events filled every day of the week. There was so much to do, that choosing was nearly impossible. "Music...drinking? It's a bit early for that. Maybe some food first and decide later." Sylas scratched his chin as he thought. Food was always a great idea, and Chevallier had his favorite. He wanted something quick and light, so a street vendor was his go-to in these situations. There was no better place than Beauregard street to find just that.
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Post by Reya Starlyght on Feb 25, 2020 1:32:01 GMT
Chevallier wasn't a city Leo visited particularly often, but they were known for their occasional festivals, and having recently stopped in Chorus - a common occurrence for them now, apparently - Eris and himself had decided to hit the streets the night previous in order to have some fun. Maybe a little too much excitement, if he was being honest, he didn't even remember hauling back to their ship and had woken up with a dull ache behind his eyes, but hey, it had been an entertaining time, now the morning had come and he was ready to face the consequences. That was a lie, Eris was still snoring in their bed and he was sitting, bleary eyed, watching the elixir of the coffee machine slowly drip down into the pot below. A few moments later and he glanced down, only then realizing he had never changed out of his clothes, their fabric now thoroughly crumpled. Better than watching the agonizingly slow brewer do its work, Leo supposed, and so he went about getting ready for the day, and likely night, ahead.
It really didn't take him long, although combing his hair back he realized he was probably overdue to get it cut. That made sense, given their recent... encounters, but it was irritating nonetheless. Throwing on his woolen blazer, Leo had been just about to head out the door, a small note left on the table and coffee in hand, before he backtracked with a sigh, halfway down the ramp. Gauze retrieved from a cabinet with only more spools of it contained inside, he rolled up his sleeves and wrapped his forearms in the material, tugging the umber cuffs of his jacket down after, covering the white in its entirety. Just another routine, he reminded himself, although Leo's thoughts could not help but drift to the obscurity beneath.
He stepped outside, content on retrieving them breakfast, or, looking up at the cerulean sky, he supposed it was lunchtime. Whatever the case, he let his instincts guide him, vaguely recalling the layout of the city from the party before. Granted, having been drunk for a good portion of the previous evening's activities, Leo wasn't entirely sure where he was going, but eventually he found himself on a road known as Beauregard. Populated with street vendors and the smell of wafting food, his mouth began to water, taking a sip of his now cold coffee to ablate the sudden intake of senses, yeah, he definitely had a bit of a hangover. Which was... really not all that common, fuck, what had he even done? Lost in brief thought, Leo didn't even noticed the man in front of him as he continued down the street, narrowly ramming into him... black hair, yellow eyes... and there was his caffeine, swiftly descending toward the ground before Leo even had the chance to blink.
When it came to Beauregard street, the options for food were nearly limitless. This was due to the large square in the middle of the street, where various vendors set up shop for the day, peddling food and anything else they could try to pawn off on you for a few credits. Sylas had grown up with these people and knew this was also the place to come a quick bite that wouldn't disappoint. Sylas waded his way through the many stalls, waving and greeting those that called out to him.
"I am doing alright, Delores, how's your son?"
"Henry, you know damn well I won our last game fair and square."
"Yes, I am still planning on coming over for dinner one night, Sandra. I wouldn't miss your meals for the world."
These wonderful people were the lifeblood of Chevallier, and Sylas loved each and every one of them. As the different smells reached his nose as he walked, one in particular caught his attention. The smell of fried food was everywhere, but he had zeroed in on a stand ran by a man named Conrad. Conrad sold corndogs, and thats exactly what Sylas decided he wanted. He quickly walked past people and made his way to the stand in a hurry. As he arrived, Conrad smiled and greeted him. "Sylas! Always nice to see you my friend. What are you here for today?" Sylas responded with no hesitation. His stomach had already made his decision. "Hey Conrad! I am here for a corndog, friend." Sylas paused after speaking, and raised an eyebrow. "Maybe two." The growl of his stomach made it clear that one corndog wasn't going to cut it. "Ok, definitely two." Conrad laughed heartily and went to preparing Sylas's order. As Conrad made his food, Sylas turned around and watched the people scurrying around the square. The sound of people talking, jazz, and children playing filled the atmosphere. The square wasn't big, but with all the people that set up shop here, it couldn't help but become a popular place to spend the day.
"Here are your two corndogs, Sylas. They have extra batter. I know how much you love that coating." Sylas smiled and pulled out his card to pay Conrad. "Oh keep your credits. I owe you anyway. I heard about you helping my cousin out with his gang trouble. His hardheaded self cant make smart decisions it seems. Thanks for talking some sense into him." "Not a problem at all. He is far too young to get caught up in that mess. Chevallier might be dark, but I refuse to let kids fall into that side of it." Sylas accepted his food and nodded to Conrad as he left. He had barely walked ten steps before the first corndog was gone. The sweet breading surrounding the sausage that Conrad was well known for making, went together beautifully. Where as most places lazily use premade hotdogs for their corndogs, Conrad handmakes specialty sausage for his. That difference is what sets him apart.
"I am going to savor this one..." Sylas said, staring at the corndog in his hand. He was so enamored with his food that he didn't see the person in front of him, and collided with them with a thud. Sylas held on tight to his corndog, and watched as the person's drink was knocked from their hand and headed for the ground. With a flick of his wrist, Sylas swept up the wind around the liquid, gathering it and guiding it back into the person's cup. Sylas looked up and saw that the person he bumped into was someone he did not know. Seeing new people here was rare, as tourists typically preferred the nice part of Chevallier. It was no secret the south Chevallier was crime ridden. "Sorry about that." Sylas bowed his head then took a bite out of his corndog. "Glad I could save your drink at least." Sylas looked the man up and down, trying to determine his character and what he was doing here. He didn't seem like much of a trouble maker. His clothes were neat, and he seemed to take care of himself well. Either he came here for this month's festivities, or he was here on business. Either way, Sylas was wary. It really seemed like more and more people were showing up in his city that he had never heard of or seen before. He hadn't decided if that was good or bad yet. Sylas turned and waved his hand at the man before leaving. "Have fun in Chevallier. Be careful." The last line was delivered as a warning.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Feb 25, 2020 3:15:22 GMT
Shit. There went his coffee. His one respite from the horrors of falling asleep every two seconds only to wake up with the same images relived, as vibrant as always. Falling, down toward the pavement, or at least he thought, until the black liquid was suddenly rising up, back into the mug he still held. With amazement, he realized it was a product of the man he had accidentally bumped into, was that... wind magic of kind? Certainly, while mages were not an entirely uncommon sight, the untrained far more so, his reaction time had been quite swift, second nature. Not bad, for someone he had met on a completely random occurrence. Yes, Leo had seen more impressive feats before in his extensive lifetime, far more wide reaching than the gust of wind a stranger managed to conjure. But at that moment, tired, head fuzzy, having had a rough past few months in general, rough was an understatement, really, he was elated at the man's party trick. The smile that formed on his visage as he glanced at his cup, then to the man and back again told it all, although his other hand was brought to the back of his neck, grin soon turning sheepish in nature. "Ah, my bad. Nice trick, thanks."
As he turned to leave, it dawned on Leo that this man, regardless of his identity, was likely a local. Or, at least, he knew Chevallier better than himself, which really wasn't saying much now that he thought about it. Putting that aside, Leo recalled his reasoning for even stumbling into this sector of the city, which was a bit far astray from where most tourists usually visited, he could see that now, thanks to the man's implied warning. It was unfounded, certainly, Leo never went anywhere without at least a few knives concealed on his person, but hey, another sign of common sincerity. He couldn't just let a valuable source of information, and potentially someone who had an intriguing life story about him, considering his magical prowess, walk away, and knowing the man's likely assumption, Leo turned around, moving to tap him on the back.
"I hate to intrude further, but you don't happen to know any places that are good for break... lun... brunch, do you?" he asked, stumbling a bit as he had once again forgotten the time. Again, Leo took note of his gaze, a byproduct of his magic, perhaps? He hadn't bothered to look at the color of his own irises that day, so he had no idea of knowing if they were of a similar hue or its darker iteration, but whatever. An irrelevant detail, his stomach said as he caught a waft of another food stand nearby, and also the corndog Leo just now realized the man was holding. Damn, so he had already ate. Well, maybe he was still hungry; Leo could only hope.
The delicious golden breading was inches from Sylas's mouth before he felt a tap on his back. Sylas stopped in his tracks. He already knew it was the same man he had just given the warning. He just wanted to eat his corndog and enjoy his day. What kind of person listens to a warning and then follows the person who gave it? This man was either not very bright, or didn't need the warning. Sylas hoped it was the second. Sylas replaced the frown on his face with a smile and turned around to face the man once again. He listened to the man's request, and nearly sighed in relief that the only thing he wanted was food. "Well, you are certainly in the right place. There is food everywhere. It is just a matter of deciding what you want. That is always the hard part." Sylas turned to leave again, before stopping part way. Something within him told him to show kindness to this stranger. Chevallier was dangerous, and sending a person wandering around here was not going to sit well on his conscious. He laughed to himself at that thought, knowing he wasn't a good person by any stretch of the meaning. "Ya know what. Come with me. There is a place I enjoy that I can show you." He figured maybe the man could make the day more interesting. Everyone had a story, and Sylas loved stories.
As Sylas turned around to lead the man towards the restaurant, he saw a glimpse of someone with white hair and blood red clothing, in the crowd of people. As quick as they appeared, they were gone. "Hmm..." Sylas quickly moved on and made nothing of it. They had stood out distinctly, but sometimes in Chevallier there were people like that.
"My name is Sylas. I figure introductions are needed at this point. I was born and raised in this city. I know all the great places to eat. The one I am taking you to is called Florence's Bounty. It is one of my favorite places for seafood, aside from a new place called Giselle's. We can go there another time." This wasn't the first time Sylas played tour guide, and it surely wouldn't be the last. A group of kids ran past them, playing in the square. Sylas gave the last one that ran by, the corndog that he hadn't eaten yet. He didn't want the food to go to waste. "Now I have a reason to go eat!" Sylas said to the man he was escorting.
The pair made it to their first turn of their trip. Florence's Bounty was fortunately one street down from the Beauregard street square. They turned onto Thoreau boulevard, and walked down the sidewalk on the right side of the street. Thoreau wasn't as crowded as Beauregard, as this street was filled mostly with pawn shops, bars, and small credit agencies. Florence's Bounty was the gem of the street. The building was in a spot of its own, with no buildings touching either side, creating an odd gap considering that the rest of the street was the complete opposite. Florence was a tough woman and fought for this space and refused to let any buildings touch her own. Sylas admired that about her. The place had been there for ages, and no one dared mess with her. "After you." Sylas said, holding the door open for his impromptu partner. As soon as the door opened, jazz could be heard, and the smell of delicious food wafted through the air. The place was dim, as usual, so Sylas led the two of them to his favorite booth, which was never occupied by anyone but him and a few others. It was a special seat that gave them the view of the restaurant and the performers, as well as the door. The wood and brown leather helped with the dim atmosphere the place tried to keep, with lighting really only being on the stage at the far end of the establishment. "Have a seat." Sylas said, waving towards the large circular booth.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Feb 26, 2020 23:02:43 GMT
The man seemed cordial enough, almost a bit too much so. Yes, Leo's guard did not drop merely because a stranger had responded to his query in a positive light, if the condition of South Chevallier told him anything it was to be more wary. He was being decidedly a bit more lazy than usual, however, he wasn't overly concerned about the offhand chance of theft or the actions of a simple conman. So long as they didn't stray too far off the beaten path, nothing could go wrong, right? His past experiences told Leo otherwise, but he was willing to throw those out of the window for a stretch of time. It was midday, anyway, and if he had managed to return to Blackjack the night previous unharmed, he figured now sober it would be far from a difficult task.
Leo cheerfully followed the man, a pleasant smile present. "Nice to meet you, Sylas. I'm Leo, and as you can probably tell, I haven't been here in a while," he replied, a soft laugh dusting his voice. "Seafood sounds wonderful, though." Not exactly what he had been meaning by brunch, but hey, Leo rarely passed up an opportunity to chat with a local. Not to mention he hadn't spoken a speck of a lie yet to Sylas, he was almost always in the mood for seafood, his upbringing was the likely culprit in that, although another factor certainly came into play. Florence's Bounty, no he was not familiar with the name, although it did sound like a agreeable establishment. Hopefully they had a few meals more suited to the breakfast palette, though, he had a feeling Eris probably didn't want to wake up with fish in her face. Then again, Sylas was right, he could always return to Beauregard Street to get her something, the plenitude of vendors spoke for themselves.
Already, he had a sense of the homeliness of Chevallier, a certain warm texture he had somehow brushed over the past times he had visited the city. Perhaps it was merely his recent desire for the familiar creeping up on him again, but its atmosphere was friendlier, somehow, than the chilly skies of Trillium Leo was accustomed to. Children playing in the streets, locals calling out to one another as they passed by, it was a humble district, despite the darkness he could tell lurked beneath. It might do him some good, to linger for longer than he had anticipated. The thought was only solidified as they reached their destination, the building standing out from the rest of the so called Thoreau Boulevard. Leo nodded to Sylas, a gesture of gratitude, before entering the restaurant. The music was the first thing he took in, a women with a lovely voice singing over the smooth jazz of a saxophone and piano duet. A rather skilled pianist, really, Leo had the sudden inspiration to start practicing the genre again, well, practicing in general was probably a good idea, now that he thought of it....
Sylas directed him toward a rather large booth for two people, he thought, until Leo realized it was likely that the man was a regular and this was his spot, so to speak, considering how ideal its location was. "You don't disappoint," he remarked pleasantly, beginning to peruse the menu a waiter quickly delivered to them, along with taking their drink orders. Leo, as expected, ordered a black coffee with a few shots of espresso in it, not even bothering to look on the drink menu as it was far too early in his day to partake in such endeavors, at least that was what rationale told him.
Hearing Leo's order made Sylas smirk. Either the man was preparing for a long day, or was recovering from a long night. Sylas had a feeling it was the latter. "From nearly spilling a coffee, to ordering a coffee. You must like your caffeine. Respectable." Sylas was a fan of coffee himself. He often had late nights due to heists or other unlawful shenanigans that were better done under the cover of night. "I'll have a gin and tonic." Sylas turned and shrugged at Leo. "It's five o'clock somewhere." His entire day so far had been filled with intense magical training. The man could use a drink to dull the aches and pains his body kept reminding him of with every step. He had pushed himself hard today. His early shower reduced some of the pain he was experiencing, but the drink would finish the job. As usual, the drinks did not take long to arrive to the booth. "Cheers." Sylas said, raising his glass and taking a deep drink. A sigh of enjoyment left the man's mouth. It had just the perfect amount of lemon added, just as he liked it. A testament to his time spent here.
With drinks out of the way, it was time to get the food orders taken. "I'll have my usual." Sylas said, not even batting an eye. The waiter nodded and then took Leo's order. Sylas's 'usual' was known in most restaurants that served the item. Alligator Po'boy. There was just something about the scaly, toothy monster that excited him. They were vicious hunters and powerful creatures. It made eating them that much better. While the two of them waited for their food, Sylas's gaze drifted to the stage, where a live band was continuing to play. The woman singing was in a shiny red dress, that stood out even in the dimly lit area. Every bit of light from the stage bounced off of the sequins on the dress, turning the woman into a flaming red beacon. Her lips were coated similarly, while her hair was long, luscious, and blond. She was absolutely stunning, with a voice to match. Sylas had seen her perform a few times, and never once did she fail to impress.
Turning his attention back to Leo, Sylas figured he would get to know the man better. "So Leo, tell me about yourself. Where are you from? What do you do day to day? That sort of stuff." The man gave off an aura that told Sylas he was no ordinary man. This was the only reason Sylas agreed to take him around Chevallier. He had piqued his interest. "Any tales of adventure you can tell?" Sylas left the questioning at that, as he didn't want to ask too many and seem weird. He was more interested in a good story anyway. Aside from riches, power, and naps, Sylas couldn't live without good stories.
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Post by Reya Starlyght on Feb 29, 2020 18:33:19 GMT
"Yeah, I may or may not have a slight addiction," Leo answered, grinning as if it was more so a jest than anything that seriously concerned him. In reality, well, he was pretty much dependent on caffeine, at least if dependent meant not meandering through the day cranky as hell and prone to rapid outbursts of various matters, that was. Apparently Sylas didn't stray away from alcohol early in the day, however, something Leo decided to categorize for later. At least he knew it wouldn't be a serious faux pas with the man as an audience, although it still probably wasn't the best idea for him to order anything, considering the previous night's activities. Soon enough their beverages came around and food was ordered, Leo requesting the jambalaya. His prediction had been correct, apparently, considering the waiter's acknowledgement of Sylas's usual, whatever that was.
It seemed the man had an ulterior motive, other than acting as a tour guide. Yes, they were kindred spirits in that regard, Leo had initially sparked their conversation, beyond his little blunder, because he was curious about Sylas and the stories he had to tell. "Funny, I was just about to ask you that...." he trailed off. Of course, Leo was obliged to speak first, however, both due to the man's generosity and that he had been the first to truly pose the question.
"Well let's see, just recently I was in Elyakim, ran into a police officer when the suspect she was chasing spilled my coffee," he glanced down at his cup for a moment, then to Sylas. "Huh, that seems to happen rather often, actually. Anyway, we ended up cracking down on a man who ran a smuggling operation of some sort, or so we thought." Leo paused, for dramatic effect, of course, although he was also sorting through all the details he wasn't going to cover. Which was a lot, now that he thought of it, their particular opponent had been rather keen on certain pieces of information he didn't like to share, with a stranger nonetheless.
"The man's good of choice was people, but turns out he wasn't really a human trafficker... actually, that might not be the best tale to talk about over lunch, now that I think about it...." He rubbed the back of his neck, offering a slight smile and a mildly awkward laugh. Indeed, while Leo had his own presumptions about Sylas, it was always polite to ask before indulging in the details, or at least indirectly suggest as he had done. "I'm a mercenary, lots of, ah, unpleasant stories. Fascinating ones, too, but you have to have the stomach for it."
As expected, the man was indeed more interesting than he seemed. He also apparently had the propensity to spill his precious coffee. "Well I suppose we could trade stories." Sylas figured he couldn't be too bad of a person if he helped stop someone who was human trafficking, or anything even close to it. Sylas had done many a crime, but never ever would he stoop that low. He absolutely hated scum like that. "Kudos to you for bringing down the lowlifes in the world." Sylas paused and placed his index finger on his chin. "Well, I don't think I have anything as exciting as your escapades. I mostly just perform jobs here and there. Some of them take me to lavish locations, and some test my skills to the max." Sylas made sure to emphasize the word 'jobs' when he spoke. He didn't want to outright say he was a thief, but if Leo was clever, he might have understood.
Not long after, the food was brought out. The waitress carried a large tray with their orders, causing Sylas to smile. He was still hungry and nothing was better than a po'boy from here. The waitress seemed upset, and was walking quite stiffly, indicating something wasn't quite right. "Sorry to interrupt your meal." Said a voice from behind the waitress. Sylas knew that voice. "Came in the back door, did ya Lydia? Something your dates are used to doing, I am sure." Lydia scoffed and moved the waitress aside. "Always the jokester, Sylas. The family is tired of you and no longer cares about your state of being. I offered to rid us of you." Lydia's red blade glowed faintly in the darkness of the restaurant, pulsing slowly as if it had a heartbeat. "Where is Val? He didn't want to join? I am sure he is tired of you being up his ass all the time anyway." Lydia's grin turned into a scowl. "Keep on going. You are just going to make me enjoy killing you even more." Her gazed shifted from Sylas to Leo. "Whoever you are, I suggest leaving or you can join your friend here in death."
The tension had been built, but no moves had been made yet. Sylas took this moment to try to save the restaurant from the ensuing fight. "Can we not do this in here? This place is far too nice to have your blood staining it. It doesn't deserve that." Sylas jerked his thumb towards the door as he spoke. He took a tentative step before receiving an answer, hoping that she would just oblige. Fortunately Lydia just rolled her eyes and headed for the door as well. She had manners, despite being as murdery of a person she was. Lydia and her twin brother Valentine were assassins and also part of the Chevallier family. They were highly prized within the family, as their job was to rid them of competitors and detractors. They were ruthlessly efficient. Unfortunately for Sylas, they were also extremely powerful. The white haired twins always killed their targets.
Interesting, it seemed Sylas dwelled on the more illicit side of occupations. Such did not phase him in the slightest, of course, that would be more than hypocritical of Leo, but to be honest he had expected something a bit more honest from such a cheerful and put together individual as him. No matter, it did not truly change his perspective on the man, after all they were just in it all for a conversation, a few tales. Or so that had been what Leo had presumed, until the waitress delivering their food offered a surprise in turn.
The family. Sylas seemed friendly enough, he certainly didn't strike Leo as someone who would warrant such a vendetta, at least, although then again he only had a sparse few minutes of conversation to go off of. As well, the man was young, really he barely qualified as an adult in the first place, although Leo hadn't bothered to really take in his age until that moment. Actual family, then? He supposed Sylas had never given him a last name, and although he had merely passed it off as a casual introduction at the time Leo also recognized the the act of not giving one's surname in fear or shame, had once practiced such himself. In any case, their lunch had just gotten far more interesting, though at the same time a part of himself told him it wasn't a good idea to get involved, that the consequences would be too severe for a small scuffle.
Leo ignored both the internal and external warnings. He offered a smirk, raising a single eyebrow. "And abandon my meal and tour guide? I think not." While there was certainly a pronounced arrogance in his attitude, he could tell that Lydia, as she was called apparently, was not merely a woman of empty threats. Yes, death oozed from her very being, combined with a tinge of the arcane. The blade she brandished hinted toward such, yes, but there was an element beyond he could sense. Along with that, her attire and the fact that the employees of the restaurant hadn't attempted to call the authorities on her told Leo she was someone important, or at least the family was. All intriguing pieces of a larger puzzle, one his mind had suddenly taken a liking to. It was true, as they agreed to take it outside he could have just remained in the restaurant, but where was the fun in that?
With that query answered instantly, he decided to trail behind Sylas and Lydia after handing the waitress some credits. Leo certainly wouldn't be making the first move though, or none at all, really, if Sylas was as confident in his abilities as his tone and mannerisms claimed. What a way to start off the day, although unlike what most would probably be thinking at that moment it wasn't an unpleasant encounter to him, at least not yet.