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]

Thanks, I have to admit though the new fangled firearms have touched my heart as well as the classics * Pulls back his jacket to reveal a holster made of what appears to be tattooed human skin holding a new model Tesla Co plasma pistol* God bless that Serbian and his tech, best there is .

[Valarian H. Vol]

Amen to that.  Got myself a Tesla Claw a friend whacked together for me.  Sends out one hell of a bolt.  Then there's my own invention, the Marksman's Lightning Gun.  Kinda silly looking, but it gets the job done *smiles*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

I have some Tesla Co armaments on board my ship. Make short work of most armor out there.

[Valarian H. Vol]

Indeed.  I had an ulterior motive actually.  I'm supposed to be picking up a shipment from Campbell Armory today.  Top secret, need to know, etcetera.  I told them to drop it off at the bar.  Mind being my backup?

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Well, my schedule is somewhat free today so, why not might be fun , How many "delevery boys" should we expect?

[Valarian H. Vol]

Well, the sheet said only three, but... *chuckles* ...you and me both know that's not going to happen.  I'd say probably...6-7, with one boss man in charge.  He'll be the biggest, crankiest looking one.  Probably nothing we can't handle.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Grinning like a wolf* there isn't much I can't handle, see the holster*shows the human skin holster* This was from someone who thought he could "handle" me. I may put on the airs and graces of a Southern Gentleman but, time comes....my bite is much worse than my bark

[Valarian H. Vol]

*as he says this, the doors fly open, slamming into the walls.  A large, burly, unkempt man walks in, followed by four others, slightly smaller in stature.  The largest speaks* I got a delivery for ya, "mate" *grins and spits on the floor* 'least, that's how it's 'post to go.  However...*raises his sawed-off shotgun, as the others raise various weapons*

*At that moment, Vol and Lac raise their own weapons*  I've got the boss man.  Deal with his lackeys.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Feigning disappointment* Oh, you always take all the fun *Walks casually over to the closest stooge* Alright friend * easily brushing his gun aside* Will go out on your feet ? or in a barrel your choice. *Steps back and allows the goon a moment to think. He looks to his boss dumbfounded "Come on lad , I got all the rest of your pack to wipe out , make a move " *Flashes him a toothy somewhow feral wolfy smile* "Tuck tail and live stand and die your choice"

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

The henchman looked to his boss "GO ON " he shouted at him "ITS ONLY ONE MAN!" This seemed to boost the doomed fools confidence and he waded in swinging *Teasing and dodging the mans wildly waving fists * "There ya go , oh, oops, so close that time. Suddenly, Lachlan catches his fist in mid swing in one hand squeezing it, at the same time pulling him off balance and forward into Lachlans other hand now in a fist and making a horrid crunching sound as it contacted the mans windpipe. Lachlan looked deep into the dying mans eyes and almost sorrowfully said "I gave ya choice " The mans eyes dimmed and he fell lifeless to the floor. Surveying the rest of the tramp gangsters he calmly brushed back his hair back  and said" Next"

[Valarian H. Vol]

*The boss started to pull the triggers on his gin, but Val was already there.  Ejecting a blade from his forearm, he cleanly slid it into the man's chest.  The man started to fall, taking one last swing, which val easily dodged.  He knelt by the dying man, whispered something, then slid his lade into the man's throat*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Watching the boss go down* "Alright pups run back to mamma no reason to get dead today, take your friend here with ya . *Kicks the dead man at his feet*. Bury him somewhere nice.