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.
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*covering his hand with hers and giving a soft smile* Goodnight, Wil. I shall see you tomorrow, I hope.
Have a pleasant sleep ma'am
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Steel nodded, "Be safe friend," he said then turned to Valarian. "This sword has certain, attributes that can only be activated by me. When they are activated... let's just say not even a mountain can stop the blade from hitting its target. Trust me that's how I figured out its limit."
*laughs* I see. Of course, doesn't do one quite as much good if the target is equally well armed.
"Equally armed, but if I split the ground under you, would you be able to attack?" Steel asked, he shrugged his shoulders again.
*smiles* have a seat with me, I have a feeling this could be a long conversation *walks over to a nearby table and sits*
"Indeed," steel chuckled, he sat down across from Valarian.
Felix pulled the coat tighter as he walked down the road, coming closer and closer to his home. 'Damn this cold,' he thought to himself. He approached the door and slipped in over to the fire place, noticing the signs of constant acivity, he stood the smirking, facing the fire.
Brielle wakes up and sleepily lifts her head from where it was lying in the chair. She had fallen asleep earlier that evening, reading a book and drinking some wine. She turns her head towards the sound of the door opening and sees Felix come in and stand before the fire.
"Hey there, stranger." She says, smiling softly.
"Hey," he replied pulling off his scarf and jacket, revelaing a giant cut running across his face from his ear to under his eye. "Looks like it has been busy here."
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