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.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Mar 26, 2020 3:20:10 GMT
It was a lovely day, by the standards of Trillium. The sun cast its cold rays upon the plains of ice and snow, the bustle of the metropolis far below impossible to decipher amidst the gale. Yet it was not strong enough to chill one to the bone, and although the azure sky was marred with traces of clouds far off, it would be some time before the coming storm struck. It had been longer than usual since the last time he had seen snow fall, for some reason or another almost every time they had been home recently the weather had been clear, crisp. Better for the capital, he supposed, and civilization on the planet as a whole, but there was something appealing about the untamed nature of a blizzard, the brutal destiny that followed in its wake. Leo knew all too well the consequences of being swept up in one.
That wasn't a terrible metaphor for his life at the moment, although he hadn't intended for it to be. Leo knew he had to do something, that the avenue of ruin he currently found himself on was not sustainable, not if he wanted to see his one wish fulfilled, his sins laid to rest. Control, yes, that was the name of the game. It would be no simple feat, for what once staved off the madness of the void he could now feel deteriorating in his soul, yet more proof that nothing was eternal, nothing ever would be. Still, Leo couldn't help but desperately seek a swift solution, unwilling to submit to the horrors that would follow otherwise. He had already had a taste of the collateral, his sanity couldn't bear another.
It was a lovely day, and the bleak wilderness was begging for a squall to disturb it. Snow crunched underfoot as Leo made his way out to a break in the flat terrain, an outcropping of frost and rock that was often a destination of his, if for nothing more than the eerie nostalgia it stirred. After so long, it was only a distant memory, so rarely recalled that he often forgot the significance of the landscape, only to be swept up in reminiscence unknown. But he had not come that afternoon to idly pander to the past, no, at present it served merely as a landmark, and a point at which the destruction he unleashed would no longer be easily visible to the wandering eye, specifically one hued a particular shade of violet. He couldn't bear to tell her the truth, even though deep down he knew the lies were pointless, that she could see right through them. That was how it had always been, however, for both of them. The present was no different.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Mar 27, 2020 0:03:26 GMT
Leo sat cross-legged on the stone, overlooking the slight drop in altitude below. At the bottom of the outcrop laid slabs of ice, broken off from previous impacts and nature alike. However, far more noticeable was the carved terrain itself, chipped away at with artisanship only a madman could muster. Not enough time had even spanned for a blanket of snow to cover the scars in the landscape, what never should have seen the light of day again had, all a result of his own handiwork. It was never enough, the emptiness of the plain spoke for itself, a blank slate devoid of any life except his own, what remnants of it that were left from an eon ago crushed underfoot.
His eyes shuttered close, a frosted breath exhaled as his right hand was extended outward, concentration held toward the debris below. He willed the darkness into existence, let it flood over him before his fingers bent in a grasping motion, latching onto the fragments of cliff side. His now bloodied gaze reopened, head tilting to one side as five pieces of rubble had risen to his level of elevation, icicles and shards of mineral alike. All shared a similar shape, however, improvisational blades at best, crude tools of death at worst. He hadn't even looked, how was that mere chance? His hand waved to one side, and the pieces clattered down to their previous resting places, although to be fair most shattered in the process.
That had been utterly pointless, Leo already knew as much. His first step toward any rational approach, and his instincts had only reached out toward that which was familiar, known. Then again, he had chosen nothing in particular to focus upon, that had perhaps been the wrong decision, after all a lack of oversight was what had caused every mistake thus far, a loss of meticulous command, surrendering over to what was only natural, right. He supposed not thinking of it as such would be a start, but inevitably that was difficult to conceptualize, not when the shadows had already begun to encroach upon his mind. Yes, he wanted to jump down into the chasm already created, to see how deep it could be rent. What was that, amusement, boredom? There were no consequences to such an action, at least not in the glacial desert. It was what that followed, however, that was always the problem. After all, if he did not attempt to get a grip on it then, the question truly was when would he? With that he let out a sigh, slumping over a little as his stare found the distant horizon, the sun's rays beginning to paint yellows upon it.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Mar 28, 2020 4:19:22 GMT
The air had already begun to cool further, the temperature of the night about to onset. He pulled the scarf around his neck tighter, before pushing off the ridge and landing down onto the ice below. From there Leo managed to avert his eyes from the main attraction, kicking a piece of rubble aside partly out of frustration although mostly for the hell of it. It skittered across the ground, stopping only as it broke against a large boulder out of place with most of its scarred surroundings. That was a thought, actually. Once more he raised his hand in the direction of it, the stone outlined in black energy as easily as everything else around him. However, as he jerked his arm back there was only the slightest shift in its mass, quickly negated as it sunk back to its place within the snow. His grip tensed, forceful, yet nothing further resulted from it, at least until he reiterated the gesture and instead a bolt of darkness shot out from his palm, slamming into the rock before it reverberated in a pulse of shadows, decimating both it and the area around.
"Whoops," Leo muttered out loud, although barely audible even to his own ears.
That was a tangible limit, however. A part of him was filled with relief, the other half irritated at the prospect of a boundary uncrossable, begging for more. It was impossible to choose which side to follow, what was right, true. Well, really, the morally correct thing to do was something that didn't work out for him no matter which way it was interpreted, not to mention he wasn't exactly the greatest judge on right and wrong to begin with, so that was an idiotic scale. The other end of the spectrum wasn't great either, varying wildly based on his mood and surroundings. For now, however, his footsteps carried him down further into the rift he had previously carved, touch tracing the wounds in the rock face, a smile cracking his visage. At least there he didn't have to choose between order and chaos, for the latter wrought only beauty in a place so barren of life.
Yes, that was directly contradicting his initial purpose, but did he not have all the time in the world? In the grand scheme of things, a day was nothing, weeks, months also just units of measurement arbitrary to track down the passage of something so varying in perspective Leo found it almost amusing to attempt to do so. Then again, at the same time a single moment could make or break one's life, one's purpose, he also understood that to be the case. But that was reminiscing on things that could not be changed, no matter how much he wished it were not so. It was always better to focus on the present, and what joyous occasions it could offer.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Mar 29, 2020 5:05:22 GMT
A gradual decline was present as walls of ice and sediment rose up on either side of him, the ceiling of sky matching the former hue. Erratically scored with the slashes of a blade among the greater scale of destruction, the structure made him pause, idly trying to make some sense out of the nothingness. Removing his glove, Leo extended his hand out toward the mural of chaos, beginning to carve deeper into it, to make some twisted art out of that which was meaningless. Simple shapes, letters, it was no true display of artistry, and yet as he continued the scratches shifted into gouges, his nails darkening into something more akin to claws. Only after a few minutes did he truly realize such, fascinated with etching the vague shape of a figure, the subject in question unknown even to his own mind. Upon the observation, however, Leo let out a sigh, willing the shadows to recede to no avail.
He pressed his palm against the ice, although perhaps it was a bit too forceful, shifting from neutrality to aggression. No matter the intent, though, the fissures of black that crackled through the terrain provided enough evidence. He was well accustomed to the sound, of its glacial variety in particular, shards like glass scattering, while larger remnants creaked and groaned, and from that he had a sudden epiphany, though it was far from a positive one. Leo ducked as a slab of stone came crashing down from its previous perch, impacting one side of the wall that had rapidly degenerated into a narrow tunnel. For a moment he bated his breath, letting the rubble that was only a consequence of his own reckless actions settle.
It was only once he opened his eyes and moved his arms down from his neck that Leo recognized the position he had been unwittingly thrust into. There was barely enough room in the space for him to sit up properly, much less stand. Even in doing so, his head hit the makeshift ceiling, causing a smattering of silt to find its way onto his face. A quick glance around the room, and the reality of his situation set in, no feasible escape, no obvious exit out of the encroaching arctic prison. His pulse began to quicken, the dread imminent. Everything was fine, yes, he wasn't suddenly trapped with however many tons of weight above him, alone, the winter as oppressive as it always was. There was definitely an easy way to just walk out, to... no, the reverse psychology was useless.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Mar 30, 2020 2:39:13 GMT
It took all his willpower to remain still, desperate to escape the sphere that was enclosing. Why, out of all things, did it have to be that? He moved to slam a fist against the rock, hesitating only a hair's breadth before impact. Thinking, yes, that was a good thing to do when stuck in an avalanche of death, but the problem in itself was how tightly confined he was, that he couldn't fucking think. The corner of his mouth twitched, pulling his scarf down as he sucked in a shallow breath, before reaching toward his pocket, finding nothing there. Not that he would have been able to explain his situation anyway, no, but anything was better than the shell that seemed to crumble further even upon the slightest movement, its malignant intent clear in his mind.
At least the wind was no longer biting at his cheek, although that somehow made it worse. It would only be so long before fresh air ran out, after all, more so because of his own panic. Leo coughed the thought away, fingers tapping against his leg as he closed his eyes, willing his surroundings out of existence. It was fine, it could be worse. At least the cell wasn't literal, only nature's own retaliation. A loose rock hit his head, and he flinched, although it was less so that and more a jolt, kicking against one side of the ice. He didn't even have the chance to register his own actions before the precarious balance was upset, and his hands flew up above him, straining against the weight of the ramshackle ceiling both physically and as the darkness allowed.
From his throat emanated a sound that bordered between rage and torment, although its inhumanity was undeniable regardless. A wild animal in its cage, yes, it was rather suitable metaphor. He could wait no longer, though, any sense of control eradicated by his fear. It was the yawning of an abyss, a blast undirected, irrational, caring not for any sense of equilibrium. What was already destroyed only splintered further, sheer force letting a glimmer of faded sunlight through. His one chance, the only way out, his feet pushed against what remained of the ground, abyssal wings carving a path into the sky. No sooner did the decimation collapse entirely in on itself, leaving only a semblance of catastrophe. Leo watched, dazed, as it finally settled. Slowly, he lowered himself back down onto the snow, only now tasting the blood on his lip, a result of both the vitae dripping down from his forehead and what he could only assume had been his own inadvertent reaction.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Mar 31, 2020 19:17:27 GMT
Caught in a catatonic stare for a few moments, Leo eventually blinked, recognizing the still pounding rhythm of his heart. No longer did terror drive it, however, his steps drew him nearer to the ruins, wanting to exact some sort of incoherent revenge. That was the logical reason, yes, no matter how nonsensical it was. He knew the truth, however, did not shun it at that very moment unlike so many other times. A crooked smile present on his visage, he summoned Calamitas into his hand, its broken blade filled by the void. From there his impulse was impossible to resist, devolving into chaos as twilight onset.
Only the weather and the blood that continued to pour from his mouth stopped him, eventually. The harsh winds were growing stronger, yes, and although the sky was nearing black he could still see the clouds on the horizon, approaching at a breakneck speed. The inevitable snowfall to follow would at least cover some of the disfigured terrain, and the rest, well, Leo didn't bother dwelling upon it. He did, however, wipe his face on his scarf before tucking the part that was discolored away, although soon after he coughed into it again, not surprised to see it further stained. A ragged breath in, and he began to make his way back to the looming shape in the distance, its white and silver hue only aiding so much in helping it blend into its surroundings.
Not that their home was particularly camouflaged to begin with, its position overlooking the city below wasn't exactly innocuous, after all. That was not what was on his mind at the moment, however, as he opened the back door and let himself inside, hanging his coat up on the rack and stomping the snow off his boots. Leo then headed toward the kitchen, Eris giving him a glance as she sat on the couch, reading a book. He said nothing, however, offered no explanation for his longer than usual expedition. Instead, he reached into the medicine cabinet, grabbed a handful of pills, and downed them with a glass of water. After washing his face once more, not like it mattered anyway, Leo sat down next to her with a plate of sushi in his hand. "Want any?" he asked, in which she looked over at him, raising her eyebrows.
"Those are the spicy ones, no thanks."
He grinned. "More for me then!" Eris promptly rolled her eyes, before returning to her novel.
Only the occasional turning of a page and the slightest noise of chewing was passed between them for some time, content with the simplicity. It was in times the only thing Leo could cling to, a break from the chaos of the day to day, the gentle silence of understanding. Eventually, though, he finished his plate, and started to move to put it in the wash. Before he could stand up fully, however, Eris grabbed his hand, pulling him back down. "Leo, take the ship and go visit Maescia tomorrow," she said, closing her book.
"I-how did you...." She pointed toward her eye, though clearly referring to his own. Leo shook his head in response, the pained laughter that accompanied it telling all. "Okay, yeah. I will," he resigned. The better part of him knew that it was for the best, but still he hated to admit it. That aside, if he hadn't come clean to Eris then how the hell was he going to tell Maescia the truth? Maybe she wouldn't ask, but that was wishful thinking; the elf wasn't particularly keen on privacy. There was little she could do anyway, unless a sudden breakthrough had been reached in the time they had been apart. Ultimately it was his burden to undertake, his problem to solve. The difficultly was that he had no idea where to begin, his attempt that day portrayed his battle quite accurately, an invisible foe that was in the end only an antagonist as a result of his own actions. The answer was not as simple as walking away, however, he had no home to retreat to in that regard. No, it followed him no matter where he went, no matter what he did. That fact was at the core of his plight.
Those were all things to dwell on in the following day, however. "I'm going to bed, care to join me?" Eris asked after he had put his dish away and her novel had been stowed under the coffee table.
"Sure." For once he was actually tired so early in the evening, early being a relative term of course. Not that it would last, but after some time Leo found himself dozing off, Eris's snores reverberating in his arms. It was in those moments that he wished he could linger forever, a quaint peace untainted by the conflicts that embroiled their lives. Alas, that was not meant to be, had never been the case.
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