The Rejected Gear

[Alexander Baker]

 

A place for those who feel outcast or forgotten by the steampunk community or in life. Grab a chair, have a drink, and have a jolly good time with jolly good company. There are people in the world who suck and this is an escape.

The underground life isn't for all be we are out there.

 

My name is Alex ,the owner, and I'll be your bartender

Along with Ara, the other bartender

 

And Simon, the Demon King Monkey!

Welcome to the world of steampunk, and If you are new we will gladly help you with anything you need. And check us out for whiskey Wednesday's, where whiskey is free.

 

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There is an underlying story and/or parts there of, that is followed from the Airship Alicia Grey and The Airship Battle Royale. It is not the main focus of the Gear, but It does happen from time to time. The events are scripted at first, but remember your input changes the script. 

This role-play bar, is a light hearted dose of fun. It has its serious moments but the Spirit of the Gear is about comradery, having some drinks, and experiencing everything and anything. The more veteran gear posters will help out the newer Gear Goers with any questions, or ideas.

The gear is designed to help develop your characters if you would like. Feel free to message T.R. Harrison, Arabella Porter, or myself, if you have any questions.

 

 

WARNING: HAS BEEN KNOWN TO CAUSE: LAUGHING, GOOD COMPANY, AND ALL AROUND FUN!!!

 

Facebook:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Rejected-Gear/116007448555003

We have a skype room:

[Currently Under Renovation]

World's End(The underground of the RG)

DISCLAIMER: Chat is unfiltered and uncensored, join at your own risk and if you have an issue with it you do not have to participate. This is a back room off welcome. The rejected gear and all afiliated persons are not accountable for the skype chatroom.

 

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Walking over to the table* Well hello there, Miss.....*leans over and whispers in her ear * Hi, Sil, ya still smell sweet either way ya dress. I won't tell.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*chuckles and kisses your cheek* Thanks Captain. I needed that.*lets out a little steam both embarrassed and flattered*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Raising back up and feigning ignorance* Might I have the name of the lovely Lady I have the honor of addressing?*Adds a quick wink*

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

Steamaether. Silver Steamaether* raises her veil. her eyes are unnaturally green. more so than aether should ever cause.*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Lovely to make your acquaintance...yet again. Might I inquire as to why the change of costume, mind you not that I object in the least. 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil rushes into the Gear, slamming the door behind him. A thick, pale cane in his hand with a simple grip. A near snarl on his face as he looks out the window then moves a bit calmer to the bar. Pouring a glass of some nameless whisky he drinks it down in two gulps. His normally pristine appearance is heavily disheveled. His coat is ripped in several places, hat dirty and looks like it was crushed. A stab wound on his side is clearly fresh as the blood mark around it is still growing.

A moment later the door burst open, ripping from its hinges leaving two men in the doorway. One in a suit and the other wear what appears to be a uniform of some kind. "Heizeltroff! You won't escape this time! Justice will be served for all those you tortured. You may have immunity here but once back in the Republic it's gone!"

The man in the uniform pulls a saber while the man in the suit pulls a pistol. Wilhelm leaps off his good leg and rolls over the bar and drops behind it. Once back there he draws the rectangular blade free from his swordstick and draws a small vial from a pouch on his belt.

Tossing the vial over the bar it hits the ground in front of the advancing men and explodes in a bright flash. As it flashes Wil rolls onto the bar and launches himself towards them. Landing on his good leg he slashes first at the pistol, knocking it away with ease. He recovers just in time to block the blow from the saber of the uniformed man. Several quick exchanges between the blades leaves the man's blade knicked and twisted out of shape.

Wil drops back and snarls. "I'm not going back and you have no chance Griffiss! I left before those laws were made and I'll be damned if I'm going back now."

Lunging forward he thrusts first at the man in the suit, who had retrieved his pistol, the heavy blade piercing deep into his side. A single scream before he fell dead as Wil drew back and thrust towards the man called Griffiss. The man danced back but still took a wound to his arm. Growling in pain the man jumped back farther towards the door and then took off out of it.

Wil looked to the man in the suit before limping over to the bar and dropping on a stool. Breathing heavily he realizes his ankle is throbbing and the wound in his side is hurting sharply. Checking the inside of his vest he finds a small vial which he opens and drinks. Retching from the vile taste he sighs, pours another glass of whisky before making his way to his normal chair. Flopping into it he waits and hopes someone comes in.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Brielle walks into the gear, smiling and humming a tune to herself. As she walks in, she feels that something is very wrong. She smells the copper tang of blood* Damn it.....what now? Ara is gone, so this can't be her doing....*she rushes in to spot a dead body on the floor and Wil, looking extremely disheveled sitting in his normal chair* Wil...what happened? *She then spots the growing dark spot on his side* Oh no! You are hurt! *All of her medic instincts kick in, as she rushes over and starts yanking Wil's shirt off without a further word so she can inspect and tend to his possibly deadly wound*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil chuckles a bit and pushes her hands away. "It's ok. The serum is working. It should be mostly done bleeding in a few more minutes. Then it'll start healing. Going to leave a scar though. I do despise scars."

He chuckles again and sighs as he looks at the man. "Such a shame. I would have thought they'd send better then McConnell to help capture me. The man was pathetic in his ability to control the necessary spells to disable my alchemy."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*she giggles with relief* Well....if you despise scars that much I CAN suture that so it will not leave one.....between all the sewing during my upbringing and school, I am good enough not to leave a mark. *she pauses* It unfortunately would be rather painful though. I don't have my medic stuff right here, and if that potion is indeed healing you that fast, I don't have time to get it. *she smiles, happy her friend is not dying, then frowns as his words sink in* Who is trying to capture you? More importantly, why?

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

"Unfortunately it does heal that fast. If this was a gun shot I'd never use it or I'd have the lead in my system for life. Fortunately Griffiss just stabbed me. I never seen the bastard coming." He winces as he shifts. "Sorry for the language my dear."

He leans back and takes another swig of his whisky. "As for who. Griffiss and McConnell are both working for the Secret Service. A branch of law enforcement created for the purpose of stopping counterfeiters. They now cover a variety of things. They are attempting to capture and take me back to the Republic of America. Some laws were passed where they have decided to retroactively charge anyone involved with bio-enhancement research during the war. I'm one of the top five they want charged." 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*she blinks* Well thats not very fair! You had no way to know what you were doing was against the law if the law was not even made! *she pauses, and watches with fascination as the wound was healing right before her eyes* And bio-enhancement? I understand parts of that are unethical, but this....does healing count? It could save many many lives!!!

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

He laughs and shakes his head. "Healing potions and the like are pretty standard fare the world over for alchemist. I wasn't working on this. Well I was at first but not once they seen I had potential. I was working on serums that would make super strong, near indestructible soldiers that were easily controlled. In fact I still do some of this work honestly. It can and does cause more then a few mistakes that need to be put down. I was also testing my experiments on captured Confederate soldiers."