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.
The dark tides of sleep gradually swept him away into a ocean of nothingness, a welcome change to the screams of the past, an endless nightmare that was only ever ablated by the rising of the sun. It could have been seconds, minutes, hours, days, but eventually he was awoken, not to the rays of dawn but a flat plateau of mirrored obsidian, the call of some whisper faint in the distance, indecipherable yet a piercing cry all the same. Leo looked down, was capable of doing so, even. He had no control over his dreams, no matter how hard he tried to force them to obey it was only one of so many losing battles in his life. This was not that, then, was it some illusion sprung upon him by an enemy, or perhaps he had drank too much even though he hadn't even remembered touching the bottle that evening?
He took a hesitant step forward, still glancing down at his own reflection in the... he supposed it was glass. With every movement it shifted in time, a blur of motion that only returned to the present as Leo stilled. It was nonsensical, the sort of thing a typical person likely encountered in their sleep cycle, although his were always grounded in the horrific reality of his life. There was something deeply unsettling about the images, however, a reminder of the past he so thoroughly despised. One in particular, of a younger self caught in the gaze of a stream of fire, no, he could not bear to see that. Leo slammed his foot down onto the floor, and much to his surprise it shattered, leaving him plummeting down to an uncertain fate. He reached for something, anything, shards of crystal slicing open his palm as he eventually impacted, letting out a pained yelp.
His gaze was cast toward the sky of endless night for a few moments, before Leo eventually gathered the effort to rise back onto his feet, finding himself in the exact same terrain as before. Or perhaps it was a level lower, given the black slivers that now littered what was once pristine. At least the mirror's party trick was now distorted, although with it he now had at least a few cracked ribs... actually no, he had no difficulty breathing, in fact there was only a singular part of his body that registered any injury, now that the fall had passed. His stomach sank even before he turned his right hand over, already knowing the cut that resided there. It was a meaningless gesture to most, perhaps, but the utmost tradition to members of the thirty-three lines. As a drop of his blood splashed upon the ground, Leo froze, a voice as deep as an abyss crowding out all his thoughts. Desersakrim.
In Fioran, that roughly translated to this is sacred. An odd phrase on its own, twisted further by the fact that he had literally just been thinking of such. Not that the void had much of a tone of voice, but the only way he could interpret it was as a scolding. "Gyseawenraden, Esharsukedum." There was no answer, only his warped voice echoing throughout the plane. Had it just been his imagination, mind lapsing as a result of his exhaustion? No, for all he knew the entire... wherever he was at the moment was nothing more than fiction, so there was no possible way one thing could be less real than another, logically speaking. Leo couldn't help but doubt himself, however, as he continued traveling in the direction he hoped he had been previously, although there was no true way of telling in the featureless landscape.
He was really beginning to think it was just one of those dreams that never seemed to end, perhaps there was nothing more than the illusion of control present even though he thought he was fully conscious. The chinking noise of glass kicked and crushed under his boots was beginning to irritate him, however, more so because it was the only sound in the damned place, other than his own breathing and heartbeat. Leo wondered, perhaps there was something else below, and although he had a sinking feeling it would just be more of the same his curiosity eventually got the best of him. Do you know what the definition of insanity is? The inky pitch rang out again even as his foot struck the ground, and indeed it did not shatter like before.
"Why the sudden change in language, I liked that one," Leo taunted, although he was mostly concerned that he was actually going mad. Yet again there was no reply, although his words apparently did have some effect on whatever it was speaking to him. Or maybe the sudden portal that appeared before him was merely coincidence. He began to reach toward it, before recognizing it was not some kind of gate after all as it exploded in his face and sent him flying back like a ragdoll. There was a sickening crunch followed by a cry of pain as he landed on his arm, the bone at the very least shattered. Gritting his teeth, Leo rolled over onto one side, and upon seeing the mass begin to envelop everything within sight, scrambled to his feet and made a run for it despite himself.
It definitely was not a dream, the pain was too precise, too realistically placed rather than simply an emulation of it. Unlike before, it did not fade as he sprinted away from the undulating darkness, if anything worsening with each step. A broken bone or two was nothing, so what was this? His pace began to lag, a searing sensation spreading from his arm further, and it was only at that point did Leo glance down at the wound sustained. He had expected to see blood, maybe even a bone sticking out of place, yet neither was the case. There were only shredded pieces of fabric and, more importantly, veins normally somewhat darkened completely black, whatever corruption it was spreading to his skin to a lesser extent - snaking progress evident regardless. Before he could tie a tourniquet or take any other action, however, the voice returned again, its sheer force in his mind bringing him to his knees.
Give in.
It was a cacophony of screams, a riptide of sound, a concert grand with all its keys slammed down at once. Leo could not find the speech to resist, lost in a whirlwind of agony as the infection spread, shadows encircling as they caught up with him as he had fell. One moment, a strange tranquility, the next, void. When he at last woke, Leo was entirely unsure of the time that had passed, but there was no longer a glassy eternity in front of him. Nay, it had been replaced with an obsidian temple, one vaguely reminiscent of... no, it couldn't be. He couldn't help but draw the similarities to a structure long ago, when there had been a much different cause at stake. Perhaps it was merely coincidence, Leo could only accept that answer. Still, the question remained why, there was no apparent goal, no reason to any of it so far. Then again, was there really a need for such a thing? Curiosity got the best of him as he began his approach toward the pyramid, pools of an unknown liquid lining either side of the horizontal path.
Only at that point did Leo realize all previous traces of injury had vanished, not even the aches of an aftermath afflicting him. However, bound around his forearms was inked gauze, almost identical to the implements he wore in the real world except for its opposing hue. Giving it a tug had no effect, and while he most certainly did not like that fact there was nothing else that could be done at the moment except to move forward.
With each step the pools reverberated, their echoes symmetrical to his pace. Was there nothing remotely normal about the setting, did everything have to be almost familiar but in the eeriest sense of the word? Leo glanced back for a moment, immediately regretting his decision as the black liquid had outpoured from its boundaries, blocking out all route to an escape. He supposed it was entirely possible that the substance was shallow, but given his previous encounters in the otherworldly space he really didn't want to suffer the consequences of testing his theory. Not to mention that the horizon point was indistinguishable, fading into an abyss even he couldn't see beyond. There was clearly only one path in sight, whoever or whatever the mastermind behind the twisted dimension was they were at least making their intent clear.
Continuing onward, the dark ocean lapped at his feet, a sharp taste of iron permeating the air. Leo groaned outwardly, although cutting himself off out of fear that something would protest the expression. Of course it was blood, how hadn't he realized that earlier? The only positive take away from the revelation was that the pyramid was quite clearly disparate in design from the one he had faced near the end of Earthland's life, a thought that put him more at ease than one would expect. As he drew nearer, Leo only further admonished his initial observation, for on either side of the descending entrance to the temple was carved the statue of a lion, or rather a lebaim, horns curling around a mane hewn in onyx. The effigies held no resemblance to the only two creatures he had seen of the race in his lifetime, however, which, all things considered, was better than the alternative.
Knowing that if he dallied any further something terrifying would likely happen, Leo entered the shrine. Inside was a cavernous space, far larger than he would have expected based on the pyramid's outer appearance, but then again nothing made sense so that small detail was minute in the grand scheme of things. The only source of light was an ominous red glow emitting from cracks in the geometric walls, sowing disorder in what might have once been a beautiful piece of architecture, if it were even real. Then again, there was something appealing to the imperfections, it was an added character, the taste of chaos. For a moment, nothing seemed to stir, before he took another step in and a door ground close behind him, much like a tomb.
That was not good. The interior of the temple was spacious, yes, but the fact that Leo had just been deprived of the only escape he knew of was at the very least unsettling. He had to make the best of the circumstance, however, perhaps the ear shattering voice would finally reveal itself, or perhaps he would be stuck in whatever hellscape he was in for the rest of eternity. It was impossible to tell at that moment what would transpire, and so he forced himself to stop thinking about it, contemplating the future had never been a beneficial activity for him anyhow. There were far too many variables to account for, even the simplest of tasks could go oh so wrong, consequences echoing into the fabric of time itself.
He could not help but be drawn toward the scarred murals of the pyramid, the dim brilliance pulsating in a way that was not merely visual, resonating with some kind of distorted life. The temptation to trace his fingers over the gashes in stone was irresistible, harmless as well. That had been his assumption, at least. As his misfortune would have it, however, the opposite was the case. As soon as contact was establish did the floor before him begin to writhe, or more precisely darkness roiled over it. There was nowhere to run, for it consumed everything within the sanctum, desolation taking hold. He raised his arms in an instinctual defense against the shadows, yet they tore into him anyway.
No agony persisted, however, only the wisps of something unknowable grasping at the edge of his mind, commanding him forward. It was not a passive curiosity about the architecture like before, though, there was a greater sense of urgency in his step, guiding him through the unknowable pitch. What lay on the other side was a question he found fading from thought, an insignificant detail that paled in comparison to the abyss before him, an ocean that wavered beneath his fingertips. Yes. He blinked at the voice, its tone no longer piercing but a rumbling echo. It was almost soothing, yet there was something too gentle, as compared to past malice. The connection Leo bridged to the nuance was enough for him to take a step back in wariness, invisible claws digging into his psyche as a result. The benevolent breath of a liar had been uttered, he knew it too well to be fooled. Yet what replaced the trance was torment, and he couldn't spare a thought to decide which was better.
All Leo wanted at that moment was to break free of the illusory cage, yet to even call it such was a disservice to the malevolence of the setting. It was in itself a perfect paradox, evidently nothing more than a phantom of his own mind yet inescapable all the same. Yes, perhaps it was not an ordinary dream, but it shared all the same qualities that made him hate it regardless. The only thing that was disparate was the unfamiliarity, the temple was no scene he had walked through a thousand times before, contemplating every mistake and how one singular action could have changed the course of history. No, it was explicitly an amalgamation of things that were almost recognizable, yet twisted in their form. A facsimile, taunting the fabric of his subconsciousness, egging him on to no end. Retaliation was in order.
He managed to stay on his feet, gritting his teeth against the whispers that crescendoed into shrieks, the violent imagery that flashed over his sight, begging to be acknowledged, to submit to it. He was done with it all, however, the obsidian and blood, the baleful guide, the chorus of unearthly cries. There would be no escape for them, only ruin. His palm outstretched, Leo ripped the darkness from its wielder's grasp, bending it to his will with unsettling ease. That detail was unimportant, however, he swept it aside, intoxicated with the sudden power at his fingertips. His visage morphed into a wicked grin, idling drawing an umbral circle in the air before rage took a hold of him, the feeble trappings of the voice's pain dwarfed by it.
With a downward cut of his arm the slab blocking the exit of the sanctum was cleft in twain, one problem now solved. Leo darted toward it, but was halted by the intrinsic nature of the shadows, belonging to the temple and therefore binding him to it. It was a two way street, wasn't it, he knew he had to let go. Half of him thought otherwise, however, to bring it all down upon himself. Logically, there was no greater misstep, he recalled his actions of the evening previous, not wanting to be trapped again and most certainly not under a pyramid's worth of weight. Contemplating his options at the doorstep, it was then that an ominous laughter began to emanate from further within, the centerpiece an... altar, was it? His stomach sank with dread as he recognized the silhouette, an exact replication of his memories unlike so many features before. With his realization, the maddening chortle only heightened, leaving him at the crux of some decision he wasn't even sure was one.
It was a different entity, one that emanated not from his mind but behind him, the outline of someone, something. It edged on the border of reminiscence, but in his state Leo could not pinpoint why, only the gravity of the two words, the genuine tone they possessed as compared to the maniacal laughing that was contained within his thoughts. He knew the outcome of what lay further within, knew the shards of his past he would find there. He knew, and was willing to chance anything to escape from it. And thus he let the shadows slip away from his grasp, slinking back into the grooves whence they came. A strange elation flooded over Leo, freedom, an answer to the beg and call. Indeed, the temple's personification rose up in ire, even as he backpedaled out of it. You will return.
He didn't plan to, whatever plane of existence he was even on. Then again, Leo supposed he wouldn't have much of a choice, it could drag him back any time it well pleased as far as he knew. Sleep, it was fucking useless, sending him into living nightmares that helped little with his deprivation of it, ultimately relying on copious amounts of caffeine to get him through the day. Regardless, he didn't want to go through it all again, sought to return to the usual dreams that haunted him, at least they were of no true importance. Leo was on the edge of comprehension when the shaded figure beckoned him away from the pyramid, commanding him to abandon the vision. There was no option but to obey, he feared he would be stuck in a loop of nothingness forever if he did not take the opportunity to flee. Between the void of unconsciousness and the waking world, however, as only darkness assailed his sight, the intimate voice returned, warning.
"Seek me out, or else you will never escape."
Leo gasped for air, waking up in a cold sweat. A hint of dawn leaked through the curtains of their bedroom, it was a relief that he wouldn't be wandering around the house in the middle of the night for once, although to say he felt rested was more than a lie. He had to move however, and he instinctually knew that a trip to Maescia's wasn't going to be of any benefit, a psychologist would probably be more useful, if he was being honest. That wasn't going to happen, though, his destination in mind was disparate from any doctor. Nay, as he got dressed for the day ahead - Eris awakening from her slumber for a few moments to wish him goodbye - his purpose was simple, if there was any place that held the answer he was searching for it was the so-called capital of magic, Magnolia. Archives vast, yet Leo knew where to look, there was something stored deep within the recesses of his memory that simply needed to be brought to the light, that had to be the solution. If it were not, all was lost.
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