The Rejected Gear
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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Permalink Reply by Lady Brielle Serra on
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"Are we talking scars, or fresh wounds, Felix?" She starts to look increasingly concerned. "You aren't limping or wincing..."
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Permalink Reply by Alexander Baker on
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"A little of both, parts are scarred over, but the deeper parts are still fresh."
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She sights heavily and tugs at his shirt. "Let me see. You do realize you hired me on as medic and have rarely used any of my skills since." As she lifts his shirt and takes a peek, she hisses in a breath. "Dear God, what kind of "training" were you doing, exactly??"
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Pulls his shirt back down, "I said let them heal." Suddenly a soldier burst through the door, "Captain, Commander Valerius is looking for you, there is a situation on the flagship." Felix nodded and kissed Brielle "I have to go take care of this."
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She leans into the kiss, over all too soon, and watches as he runs off yet again. "One of these days he will actually let himself heal before running off again..." She thinks to herself. Sighing, she heads off to bed alone, hoping he will return by morning unharmed.
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Permalink Reply by Rick hunter on
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"Iron Claw, I'm sorry, it doesn't ring a bell," Steel said as he shrugged. "I wonder if he is another of Kyle Walter's creations." He put his hand to his chin in thought as he looked at Valarian.
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Permalink Reply by Valarian H. Vol on
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That is fine. He was quite something, killing a hundred of the most skilled troops I've served with. I eventually took him down by piercing a heart, buried under layers and layers of gears. It was a spectacular battle by any standards.
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*a figure walks in, wearing a midnight blue cloak with the hood pulled over his face. Underneath, the glint of armor was visible. The figure pulled back the hood, revealing a fairly disshelven Val, who takes his seat in a corner*
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Permalink Reply by Captain Lachlan Bellraven on
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*looking up over my newspaper* Well, don't we look fetching, Whats the occasion?
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*smiles and nods* just some locals who forgot that a big gun doesn't make you king
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More often than not the bigger gun makes a bigger target if the idiot behind the trigger ain't careful.
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*smiles* indeed. Unfortunately, when the one guy no one expects looks, and fights, very ex-military, that's when it gets a little more difficult. Took me a good fifteen minutes to clean them all up, him taking ten of it.
*smiles wider and motions to his shoulder pad, with bolts sticking up and electricity arcing between them* Got this little jobber though. Not good for much except the occasional shoulder check, but certainly makes people think twice *laughs*
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