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.
From the foyer did a singular woman emerge, and all the talk in the room fell to a hushed silence as she made her entrance. Authoritative, commanding, with a presence all her own, her appearance before the varied audience from all walks of life signaled what would mark the start to this grand gala. An opulent speech, to cover an opulent event. Danylo was no stranger to these happenings; in Chorus with the assemblymen and corporate representatives, in Rodina, amid crowds of people ushered in by uniforms of khaki and tan, the local government officials or representatives from Aslatiel. And yet there was something about the president's poise, her diction, the content of her speech that somehow roused something within Danylo. Perhaps it was the idealist within him that still dreamt, the part of Daniel Hollis's mask that had become deeply ingrained in the fibre of his being. Perhaps it was the content of her speech, that history existed to never be repeated, and the overtures toward harmony, toward unity.
Some in the Union would call this all Fioran hogwash, and pride themselves in their own entrenched beliefs, their concepts of the socialist way of life. Danylo thought otherwise.
"We must first extend our arms in friendship before we withdraw them for war, no matter who our opponent may be. There have been rumors of forces beyond our society's comprehension lurking at the borders of our galaxy, a threat unlike the quarrels we have had with other countries in the past and even at present time. It could be unifying, or nothing, but let us not make it a device to promote hatred."
A gracious round of applause, followed by the heavy shudder as the great doors near the entrance slammed shut. Almost immediately did the crowd fall silent once more, but it was not in anticipation for what President Argall had yet to say.
No, it was in the President's own retinue, the guards that had been present to preside over the venue. Fioran soldiers, none of them ISC; strange, considering the magnitude of the event. He should have noticed that sooner. A great throng of people crowded near the doors, begging to be let out, a tidal wave colliding against the heavy bulwark of a door. The members of Argall's retinue–the ones that had disguised themselves as such rather–began discharging their weapons, and a cacophony of gunfire and energy bolts echoed across the hall. Some figures did Danylo see rush toward them and Argall, and a couple of Fioran guardsmen returned fire in an absolute mess of a firefight.
This was bad. He had to get out of here.
Stumbling over the broken body of a party-goer did the ISC officer attempt to get clear of the massacre, confused, disoriented, with shock and fear redolent in wide brown eyes. A dead soldier did the man stumble into as he rounded a corner, and as he staggered back did he fall to the ground, paralyzed.
Just a few paces away was one of those guards. A mechanical voice crackled like static over a radio, and–with weapon in hand–did it move to the center of the hall, eying the dangling body of the President all the while. Almost, just almost, did it notice him. But a great calloused hand grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pulled him aside. Lieutenant Bitar. Never before had the Chorusean been so glad to see that punchable face, that disgustingly handsome square jaw.
"Arys, what the fuck is going on!?"
"Shut up and get moving, Dan!"
A rifle did he hold in his hands––procured from the dead soldier, and almost immediately did Arys opened fire on the guard in a volley of gunfire. But be as it may, Danylo couldn't just make a run for it, and he crouched just next to his comrade, taking great gulps of air and begging silently not to be killed.
"T-The entrance is blocked, dumbass," he managed finally, but perhaps that wasn't what Arystedes meant when he told him to get moving. He was a man of action and Danylo knew that well; the kind of individual who refused to tolerate slinking away when people were in need of help. And speaking of people who needed help...
"Oh god, you don't mean–"
Arys shot him a look that said all. "You finally get it, don't you" was practically written on his brow. Another deep breath did Danylo take, as he mustered what little courage he had to run the opposite direction, right into the thick of the firefight. Right underneath her.
"The President. Go!"
A mad dash did Danylo make, as Arys attempted to cover his attempt. A hail of bullets whizzed by his ear, but as to whether it was Arys or one of the instigators of this massacre, the man was uncertain. All that mattered was catching Argall if she fell.
Laelynn took a deep, long, drawn out breath as she noticed one guard taking a notice of her, approaching closer with every scant moment. The air filling her lungs, the firm pulse coursing through her veins, the rapid beat of her heart, the increasing need for oxygen, it was a forgein feeling to Laelynn, who made it a point during her career as a thief to avoid conflict, rather than place herself directly in front of it. In the back of her mind, she wondered, was this feeling the weight her father, along with other heros experienced daily? It was heavy, to say the least, but she was left little to no time to muse over philosophy. Without warning, the approaching guard drew a gun upon her, Laelynn only having time to react with wide open eyes behind her mask as a shot went off.
Claang!
Among the cacophony, a loud, brief ring sounded out as the bullet struck Laelynn’s helmet directly, sending strong vibrations throughout her suit, specifically at the head. Doubling back, almost stumbling backwards as she turned her mask away, it at first may have seemed to the guard they had succeeded. Yet, after regaining her footing, Laelynn turned back, the emoji on her mask how presenting a smiling cheeky cat face, the visor completely unphased! “You’re gonna’ have ta’ do better than that peashooter, bub.~” Turning her head to the side in an ominous fashion, Laelynn had to hold back a minor giggle that her newest suit functioned so well. Sure, she wasn’t the most athletically gifted here, but her intellectual prowess and inventions seemed to be more than enough here.
At that moment, Laelynn got distracted by a figure in the backround, seemingly messing with a control panel of sorts. Squinting behind her helmet, Laelynn attempted to discern the model of the control panel, what it could be connected to, anything to gain some useful knowledge, searching the depths of her scientific knowledge for an answer. Yet she was given even less time, the guard shooting two more shots into her suit, both of which having as much effect as the previous attempt, sending Laelynn stumbling backwards two steps as their only real relevant effect.
With that, Laelynn stared down the guard directly, her visor’s emoji now presenting a glowing skull face. “Alright, that’s it…!” Now irked she couldn’t get any time to think without being shot, Laelynn rushed the guard head on, bracing in posture to keep as much speed as possible in case she was shot once more, all while keeping a cautious eye on possible back up melee weapons the guard may have. With a swift movement, she would step to the side once in range before lunging in towards the guard with both knives in hand. Lacking combat experience and technique, Laelynn instead opted to go for the simple route, intending to thrust her blades as fast and as many times as she could, attempting to start with the guard’s thighs and stomach, working her way up with every thrust with the intent to perforate them all the way up to the neck. After all, if their weapons were any measuring stick, she was sure her custom made daggers would be capable of piercing their armor.
-Gets shot, but armor prevented nearly all damage. -Notices the person messing with the control panel, racks her brain to try and figure out the model of it, what it could be connected to, etc. -Got shot 2 more times. -Alright, that's it! -Attempts to go straight serial murderer on the guard that shot her, aiming to stab them repeatedly as fast and as many times as possible in their thighs, stomach, chest, and neck, in that order.
Post by Reya Starlyght on May 5, 2019 22:53:34 GMT
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The guard facing down Blitz offered no reply, although they were clearly irritated with his speech based on their vigor in their attack right after. However, the infiltrator had not been expecting Blitz's metal arm, or rather that said arm was made of hard enough material to simply bend the baton they had struck with, and they doubled over although did not collapse at his electric shock. Still, it was clear the guard's main defense mechanism was out of order, and so they dropped it, swinging a punch in its stead.
Meanwhile, in another area of the room there stood a cowering soldier, and a comrade of his more willing to take action. Arys's aim was true, and shot down one of the moles with the foolish idea to shoot Argall, contrary in fact to the orders they had been given, although of course those in defense of Fiore would have no idea of knowing so. Danylo's actions were for the most part in vain, however, as by the time he made it to where the president had fallen, she had already been caught, albeit messily and likely with some form of harm to Eris, though Argall seemed to suffer from little more than mild shock. A nearby guard lunged toward Danylo with a pair of knives, from their perspective him attempting to protect the executive, regardless of whether or not that was the man's intent. The same went for Eris, whose various stunts with magic including her mostly successful shielding of the civilians struggling to the exits marked her as a prime target by the pair of aggressors who had seemed to start off the entire affair, one pulling out a sidearm and firing upon her.
The other made their way down the staircase, polearm in tow, inadvertently heading toward the direction of Leo. His block and counterattack of the assailant previous was as effective as the other he had taken down, however with a quick glance downward Leo, and anyone else looking at the corpse he had left behind, would likely notice the abnormality of the liquid that flowed from its wounds. Disguised as red at first, it would soon seem to turn clear, almost as if it were water although the slight caustic properties of the substance would tell one such was not the case.
Laelynn would encounter the same strange blood, as her plentitude of stabs opened up many wounds in the pistol wielding guard she encountered, them being unprepared for such fierce resistance from an apparently small target. However, more importantly, it was likely she would be able to connect the control panel to its functions, the ones the decorated stranger was fiddling with belonging to the emergency doors and broadcasting system. She wouldn't have long to point her observations out though, as almost as soon as the last civilians slipped through the doors of the Citadel the steel gates snapped down, reverberating throughout the complex. Many perpetrators had been eliminated, however cut off was the hope for further support, without the obvious air raid that would result in the annihilation of all inside.
Apologies for the delay, I had various IRL things to deal with before I could do this. For that reason if you need to me to post by Saturday next week instead of Friday, let me know.
The baton the guard against Blitz used bends under his arm, with no damage to Blitz. His shock is also effective in doubling the guard over - although nothing noticeable in terms of electronics is found - and the guard later swings a punch at Blitz.
Arys shoots down a guard with no difficulty.
While Danylo runs to the president, she is caught by Eris - this is based on Speed and distance. However, a guard sees that Danylo and Eris are in the way of Argall, and attacks Danylo with knives.
Eris's attempt to block some of the bullets fired by the guards is mostly successful, although her shield is exhausted in the process. The guards that were on Argall notice her magic and make her a priority target, one shoots at her while the other heads down the staircase with the intent to attack her.
Leo's swording is successful. Him and anyone looking at the dead guard by him will notice their blood shifting from red (human color) to a clear substance. It's slightly caustic but nothing alarmingly so.
Laelynn may be able to figure out that the figure is messing with the emergency doors and broadcasting system. Also, stabby stab works perfectly, and she'll likely notice the strange blood as well.
On a side note, my ears are popping like heck right now.
As soon as all the civilians are out the emergency doors close. They're made of steel and will be very difficult to break through.
Everyone, feel free to finish off the guard(s) your character is attacking or being attacked by now - all their equipment is D-class, and try to figure out what's going on ;)
Post by Reya Starlyght on May 14, 2019 1:39:35 GMT
Oh lovely, out of all abnormalities it had to be blood. The clear fluid flowed out of the guard's corpse, filling him not with a sense of queasiness nor disgust, it was more so a faint dread of possible consequences to come. Likely nothing, but hatred had no bounds at times when confusion reigned. He wanted desperately to rip the helmet off the perpetrator's head, to see what aberration of nature lay beneath it, yet circumstance demanded otherwise. From the staircase a polearm wielding individual charged, their one track mind clearly pointing not to his own person but another, and another for whom he cared far more about her safety than his own. "Oh no you don't," he muttered, sliding Dua and List next to each other and depressing a button on each. It took only a few moments for the lengths of steel to intertwine, in which he sidestepped and struck the shaft of the guard's weapon with a downward cross. It cleaved the wood easily, both his hands now contributing to the force of the longsword's blow, and from there he twisted the blade about and stabbed at a rather large gap between their chest piece and torso armor. Dualist stuck its way right up the guard's middle, and Leo wrenched it out, watching as the liquid morphed again with a narrowed gaze.
Well, the president was safe. She couldn't exactly say the same about herself, however, or at least in terms of the lash marks now present on her face and upper body and the jarring impact Argall's fall had on her, but it could have been worse. As soon as the president was back up, Eris picked up Benediction and flicked it out into its bladed mode. Only then did she realize the mark on her cheek was deeper than she had thought, and cursed to herself before flinging her weapon at the guard approaching a man nearby - and inadvertently herself - no doubt with the intention of getting to Argall. Just after that she pressed her hand against her cheek, covering the plum that outpoured from it, and took cover from barrage of bullets above by pressing herself against the shadow of the balcony.
Leo saw the accomplice's actions and that they were distracted by their aim, and so summoning forth his pistol he took aim himself and fired at the guard above. Again, at their gut, for unfortunately their armor prevented anything else from being effective, especially considering the firearm he used being, well, more ornamental in nature than anything. Still, it was enough to stagger the guard back and stop their firing, in which he took the stairs two at a time and ended their existence with a cut to the throat. Almost immediately after, Leo attempted to pry off the guard's helmet with his longsword, morbid curiosity over what the strange individual looked like getting the best of him. Even so, he felt the familiar tug of Eris below, as her most prominent wound closed with magic, more out of the fear of stigma than any mortal danger.
Eris gets a lot of lash marks and some blunt force trauma (though not much of the latter) from Argall's fall, her cheek is bleeding and no she does not like that.
Leo shoots the guard shooting at Eris, and then finishes them off with his sword. Attempts to remove the guard's helmet to see what they look like.
Eris heals herself. Debuff applied to Leo.
Valerianse - 3 Eris's primary healing technique, Valerianse has the capability of transferring life force from one individual to another. While she can heal anyone with this technique, and it has an AoE radius of 3 meters that only affects those she wishes the technique to, it also debuffs the person she is transferring life force from by 5 Magical Fortitude for 2 posts. This debuff does not follow the 2/3rds rule, and it must be consented to by the one receiving the debuff. Eris can apply the debuff to herself, however the individual that is more or less assisting the healing process cannot be healed during it, and must be within a 15 meter radius of Eris at the start of the technique. The spell can also be cast by touch, however in this case it can only affect up to two targets. Valerianse itself is capable of healing up to one intense wound, and has a duration of 1 post with a cooldown of 4 posts.
Blitz's not-so-subtle threat didn't go well with the guards. That's what he assumed, anyway, as they said nothing in return, but seemed to attack with an extra spring of aggression in their step, like someone had lit a fire under them. All the better, then, Blitz thought as the guard approached. More enjoyable to fight against an opponent who puts their all into the fight to begin with.
Blitz was preparing for a greater shock when the baton hit - he didn't know how it was built, nor the full strength of the one wielding it - but was mildly surprised to see it cave like aluminum foil against his metal arm without leaving a scratch on the arm itself, earning a crack of laughter from the mage. "You guys shouldn't have tried to overthrow a government on a budget," Blitz said with a grin as he loosed the shock into the creature's mid-section, causing it to double-over, but not drop. That much did earn a slight 'tsk' from Blitz. In the olden days, he'd be a crater on the far wall or a pile of ash on the floor, he thought irritably. I need to find a way to regain my lost might, and the sooner the better.
The guard whose weapon had half-turned into putty on impact, despite getting a literal shock to his system, still had a presence of mind to let go of their weapon to swing at Blitz with that now-empty hand. Materials might come up short, but their training wasn't half-assed, Blitz thought, bending his metal arm, intending to catch the incoming swipe with his metal hand - normally, it would be a slightly awkward angle, but one thing a lot of opponents seemed to forget is that a metal limb isn't an actual arm in the traditional sense, and has much more freedom with its joints than a normal arm would. As he moved to block the hit, he swung at the guard with a straight jab with his flesh-and-blood fist.
As he engaged in his extended sparring match with the guard, Blitz heard a clang and asked, without looking, "Oy, Shoop, what was that noise?" Normally he'd have just glanced over, but with his opponent in melee range and his magical might running on basically fumes, he was playing it safe for now.
The hat atop his head swiveled slightly, leaning over a little to get a better look, before cursing slightly. "They just slammed the gates shut, and most of the non-fighters are gone. Either some trap for the President just got sprung, or someone in the upper ranks is taking their chance to clean the slate with a bit too much aggression."
Blitz cursed under his breath. What I wouldn't give for my old strength for just 5 minutes, Blitz thought.
{Actions for this Round} Blitz is surprised at the low quality of the baton, but equally miffed that his own magic packs such little punch right now. Moves to block the incoming swipe with his metal hand (because joints are more flexible in a non-flesh-and-bone arm) while jabbing a punch at the guard with his other hand. Shoop told Blitz about the gates, while Blitz wishes he had his old strength for just a few minutes to sweep this whole situation aside.
In a rush of fear, anxiety, and a tad of irritation, Laelynn’s body acted on auto pilot, sending thrust after thrust mercilessly into the false guard, not stopping for a moment lest she risk a strike in retaliation, until somewhere around a dozen or two stabs, she found the guard sinking to their knees, dropping their pistol as they fell. It was then Laelynn noted the lightly acidic strange blood now coating her armor along the wrists and chest, causing her armor to create barely noticeable wisps of smoke as it reacted to the caustic substance. Though surprising, Laelynn’s first thought wasn’t who, or what these guards were, but instead...the realization she had just caused massive bodily harm to another living being. Watching the guard struggle to rise, failing miserable due to their injuries and bloodloss, an expression of sadness spread across her face behind the visor in the form of a tilted frown. Likewise, her mask’s emoji changed into the look of a saddened cat, a single tear under the left eye.
With the fight now over and danger still high, Laelynn resolved herself, flipping her right dagger into a forward grip, using her left hand to quickly wrap around the back of the guard’s head. “I’m sorry…” In an instant, Laelynn would pull their head forward, thrusting her dagger up through the neck and through the head before giving the dagger a brutal twist, deciding a quick mercy killing at this point was best. Deftly pulling her dagger out and giving it a quick flick to rid it of excess blood, she turned her attention to the figure adjusting the control panels, having identified they were linked to the broadcast system and emergency doors, yet just as she realized this, thick iron doors clasped shut all around them, trapping them within the metaphorical fire of the battle, though luckily, it seemed as if most civilians, if not all, had managed to escape.
While she had no idea if they intended to use the broadcast controls, all she knew was, with the doors closed, allowing the strange figure free reign of the controls was prooobably something they wished to prevent from further developing. Though hesitant, Laelynn decided to intervene to the best of her ability, quickly scanning through her suit’s sub systems. //Discharge system, online, barrier system, online...// Assured everything her suit packed was ready to go, Laelynn rushed at the more fancily clad figure, throwing her right handed dagger towards the control panel, hoping to disable it or at least, startle the figure if her dagger failed to penetrate. Swapping her left dagger to her right hand after, she would then toss her second dagger towards the figures center of mass, hoping to if not hit, force them to backstep from the controls.
“Step away from the machinery…!” Wasting no time in her follow up, she clasped her hands and in a flash of sparks, the sword given to her by Leonidas, Drannomer, would form into existence, held tightly as she directed the blade straight forward towards the figure, stopping her jog to take a solid, grounded stance towards them. “Or there'll be...trouble.” As Laelynn emphasized the last word, her mask emoji changed once more to a pair of large, fierce looking jaws, hoping to intimidate the strange entity into surrender. While she put on a brave front, Drannomer still felt heavy in her hands compared to her usual weapons of choice. On top of that, she was unaware of what weapons, training, or capabilities the figure possessed. Yet and still, she had already resolved herself to play hero like her father did...even if it was just only for today.~
{Spoiler}-Kinda traumatized after realizing their actions to the guard, even if an enemy -Apologizes and mercy kills them with a twisting dagger through the skull. -Realizes what the figure is tinkering with, but the doors slam shut before she can even alert the others. -Resolves to do something and try playing hero, just this once. -Tosses both her daggers, one directed at the control panel to either hopefully disable it or startle the figure, second is thrown at their center of mass to, if not hit them, hopefully make them back step from the controls. -Stops their run and takes a grounded position, exquipping Drannomer, a c-rank sword and points it at them, threating them to back away. -Is low key kind of scared, doing her best not to let it effect her.
last edited May 15, 2019 13:58:57 GMT by SilverRush
Post by Reya Starlyght on May 16, 2019 1:01:28 GMT
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The pandemonium that had swept the citadel was starting to die down, as the infiltrators were eliminated by a variety of methods ranging from temporary unconsciousness to brutal dismemberment. Yet from the confusion came a moment of clarity, as the true nature of the guards were revealed. Leo’s attempt to pry off one's helmet was successful, and he would find a strange, alien visage staring back at him. Skin a pale whitish lime, translucent color with cartilage and bone clearly visible beneath it, multiple partitions in the organ making the creature appear almost amphibian in nature. Their ears were pointed yet not in the way an elf's would be, with ragged tips that splayed across multiple tendons; no hair lined their scalp either. Despite such, however, a vaguely humanoid shape could be surmised, though certainly it was unlike anything witnessed by humanity before, or at least on the large scale. Those familiar with Elseima's recent fate, however, would be able to draw a few loose similarities between the rumored exotic species the country had been fighting during the Silent War. Only a few characteristics though, as the threat that now stared Fiore down in the eye seemed far more looming on the horizon, a prominent confirmation of the low, muffled voices at the edge of the galaxy, those who had begged the Alliance for action, and had gotten scoffed at in response. Perhaps, now, things were bound to change.
Leo would not be the only one to witness the extraterrestrial appearance, as soon after the individual that had been at the control panel removed their helmet, easily brushing aside Laelynn's knives with a simple gesture of their hand. Those in attendance would probably be able to guess they were a male, or at least whatever species they were's equivalent of it, as he spoke, flicking the broadcasting switch on.
"Oh humanity, how my people have long awaited to greet you, and yet such a paltry response!" he spoke, fluid as one tone moved to the next, in a way far contrasting the modulators used previously. "We have observed your wars, divulged in your history, and yet you are no challenge to scare off at all, even with the most meager associates of mine. I thought Fiore was your greatest! And yet your leader preaches peace, oh what a fool. All galaxies are bred in war, and shying away from it is suicide. Let all those from Earthland know, you are not alone. It was foolish of you to ever believe otherwise."
The panel was abandoned, and his eyes narrowed at the sight of Laelynn's blade, before cackling in an oddly harmonious way. "A child, oh you do not even understand what is at play here." His hand rose, and so two did both of her daggers, flung right back at her. He then approached Argall, though making no move to attack those who stood in the way of her.
"Tell me, President, do you regret ignoring your peers now? Or was that pitiful speech your way of acknowledging us, without truly doing so?"
Post by Reya Starlyght on May 21, 2019 0:28:09 GMT
Alien. It was the only way to describe the guard's visage, transparent flesh pulled over gaunt bone, hued a green he couldn't quite place but seemed almost like the glow in the dark toys often cheaply distributed for children. A horrible analogy, really, but anything more poetic fled his mind, cluttered with more important processes, or perhaps more urgent was the better term. Nothing like what lay dead before him was found on Earthland, or on any of the known planes tied to it. Was science then correct? His breath accelerated, turning his head away from the gore, an action in which he had seldom done before, certainly not in recent times. Other galaxies? The intergalactic in IMG had always been a sort of joke, a prod at humanity's ever expanding gaze, yet few ever imagined intelligence to exist in the great expanse of nothingness. Leo certainly hadn't, despite his blood such a concept seemed preposterous, far too based in probability and without the whimsical quality that inevitably had to be factored in, that of course being magic.
Unfortunately, there was little time to process the rude awakening, though his focus raced back and forth, until caught by the words of the strange being below. He strode toward the edge of the balcony, holstering Argentate and grip tightening on his sword. Leo was no expert on technology, far from it as a matter of fact, but the way the alien spoke with his prose and carefully masqueraded stabs told him the speech did not have a single audience. A wry grin surfaced for a moment, before he suppressed it. Chaos, then the emergence of order. A random attack turned into a declaration of war, a beautiful entrance if there ever was one. Leo could not stop himself from a moment of admiration for the sheer audacity of the strike and the careful placement of each word to instill fear in the general populace, his gaze flushing. In the end, however, offhand amusement could not change the fact that there were people he cared about and things he needed to see through to the bitter end. Siding with unknown terrorists would do no good to either, nor was it the objectively right decision, or so past experiences had taught him.
And so, placing a hand on the railing he vaulted over it, landing firmly on his feet and in a dynamic motion, that and his shoes - briefly displaying an array of silver hexagons - taking most of the blunt force of the fall. His face offered no external reaction, and the strains received immediately started to repair themselves, though Leo did not bat an eye at that either. Eris glanced over at him for a moment, shaking her head with a smile. "There you are," she muttered, reaching out with branches and pulling Benediction back into her hand.
He assumed a near ward, blade flicked backward at forty-five or so degree angle, the openness of the guard even more prominently displayed by the lack of both hands on his weapon. "You had the president under control; I took a detour," Leo replied. They exchanged a longer stare, turned away only by the approach of the alien individual. "Ferren," he whispered to her, almost a hiss at the volume although no malignance carried in its tone. Though it would have been natural for Argall to respond, it would have been right for her to in some composed matter for the sake of national security, she did not, clearly in shock.
Together they moved directly between the alien and Argall, and at the same time he spoke. "Don't mistake dreams for reality. We all like to believe there will be a war to end all wars, but giddy optimism betrays the truth.” Despite that, however, neither moved to attack the usurper, rather waiting for him to first engage.
Leo low-key freaks out about the alien, but pushes it aside for now.
He jumps over the balcony, lands next to Eris with a little injury but not much. They talk a bit.
Eris retrieves her spear with a cantrip, they both move in the path of Argall.
Leo addresses the alien, though neither of them attempts to attack him yet.
Zeariad - 1 A more basic version of Aggrandizear, Zeriad allows Eris to be in constant control of up to 2 cubic meters of plant matter, all things under her influence having a Power, Speed, and Toughness of 10. Any flora she controls cannot move outside a 5 meter radius of her person, otherwise she loses the ability to manipulate it. While basic additions such as thorns transfer over to whatever she controls, any magical effects a plant might have is not extended to additional growths.
Blitz's metal arm ratcheted around to catch the guard's unarmed swing, surprising the guard just long enough for Blitz to deck him clean in the face with his other fist, knocking him out cold with a satisfying sound of fist hitting face.
"That's one down," Blitz said, prying the bent remains of the guard's weapon off his metal arm and tossing it aside, where it clattered on the floor.
It seemed, however, that while Blitz was busying having a 1v1 with the guardsman, more dramatics were unfolding in the middle of the place, as someone had managed to get one of the helmets off the guards, revealing a face that was definitely not human. The skin was pale to the point of transparency, allowing view of the veins, muscles, and bones underneath, though being revealed didn't seem to upset the new arrival, as he launched right into a monologue about humanity and the like.
"Well, that's....certainly new," Blitz muttered, moving forward and darting out of the crowd, running towards the alien newcomer.
"Oy!" Blitz yelled, to get the alien's attention - it might distract them for a moment, but the alternate intent was to get them to stop their approach towards Argall.
"They might not want war, but if you want a fight, then wish granted!" Blitz yelled, transforming into his Double Knuckle state and rushing at the leader with a beachball-sized metal fist lunging at him.
{Actions} Took down the guard Noted the confirmation that the attackers weren't human Rushed at the leader while transforming Lunged at him with a beachball-sized metal fist. Blitz's Power increased by +45 while in-form.
As the figure casually batted her knives away, Laelynn hesitated for a moment, not just due to their show of skill, but what they revealed under their helmet, skin almost transparent, strange flayed ears, visible bone, organs and muscle, causing Laelynn frozen as memories came back to her. //The silent war..// She had not taken part of it, but her hacking skills and access to Elseima’s databases gave her a glance at some classified files, even before it was made known to the galaxy. She always wondered if the documents were some kind of hidden code, or if truly, another species could exist elsewhere. It seemed like such a lofty idea at the time, yet now standing in front was literally walking proof.
After their little speech, they did finally reply to her, though in a rather condescending way, immediately raising Laelynn’s ire. “Hey! I’m not a child! I’m old enough to drink! ...In boscan territories…” Muttering the last part in a slightly embarrassed way, Laelynn’s attention was quickly brought back to focus as the daggers she had thrown began to rise into the air, the blades shifting themselves towards her direction. “...Huh...” The emoticon on her mask switched to a wide eyed cat, accented with a wide open, “o” like mouth, but in that moment, the daggers were tossed straight at her!
“Aaaaah!” Shifting her weight to the side, Laelynn retracted her blade, knowing her daggers would damage the sword Leonidas gave her. Dodging the first knife, the second hit cleanly, colliding with her helmet while she was off balance, sending her to the ground along with Drannomer, the emoticon changing to swirling eyes and a confused squibble like mouth as a loud ring vibrated through her helmet.
“Ugggh...least that asshole gave me my daggers back…” Bringing herself back to her feet, Laelynn grabbed Drannomer, a spacial rift opening to engulf it, sending it back to her suits exquip storage. Following that, she gathered up her daggers, pre-occupying her as the mysterious being approached Argyll. Luckily, others had taken their defense, namely Leo and Eris, Laelynn quickly scampering over to the duo, placing herself in front of Argyll, but behind and between Leonidas and Eris, briefly noting the presidents shock as Leo spoke to the entity. “I wonder if all politicians are so spineless…” She muttered, directing an annoyed glance towards Argyll before turning to face the alien leader, drawing her daggers. “Ya’ are bitchin about the Federation ignorin’ ya, but you just brushed me aside for my age, ya” hypocrite!” Drawing her knives in reverse grip as the emoticon on her mask turned into a skull, Laelynn took one step forward, yet withholding any attack. “I’ve already put enough holes in one of your associates they could replace swiss on a ham sandwich, do “not” make me do that again!” Once again, she threatened the being, but as a way to quell the fear and anxiety. Regardless, she was still unaware of the beings full power, remaining cautious for them to make the first move, especially as the individual with the metal arm had already taken the liberty. If anything, maybe she would get some good data from this...
