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.

 

                         ********IMPORTANT********

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.

 

[Valarian H. Vol]

*looks at the image, and thinks*perhaps...Could, theoretically, work.  Guess there's no real-world simulation though.  Only one way to find out...

[Rick hunter]

"Aye, that it true," Steel replied as he shut the image off.

[Rick hunter]

,

[Valarian H. Vol]

*sits in a corner, staring into a long box on the table*

[Rick hunter]

Steel walked into the bar, and saw Valarian. Steel's gait was slightly off, and one arm looked slightly thicker than the other. Steel Walked to the man and nodded, "What are you looking at?"

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val looked up suddenly, as if surprised* oh, just a...gift.  From an old enemy... *shakes his head, then notices Steel's appearance* what's wrong with you?

[Rick hunter]

"My improvements are tedious. I must make each gear individually." Steel answered.

[Valarian H. Vol]

I see *looks at him* what exactly are you improving?  the wings?  or something else?

[Rick hunter]

"The wings are part of it," Steel said as he nodded, "but remember that Light concentrator I brought in a few days ago? I'm building smaller ones that will be in the wings."

[Valarian H. Vol]

Interesting... *thinks for a moment, then pulls a sword out of the box* this, my friend, is the Reforger Sword.  While quite deadly, my receiving it is nothing but bad news...

[Rick hunter]

"How so?" Steel asked.

[Valarian H. Vol]

Well, it's previous owner was Azariel, my old commander.  Real great guy.  Turns out, he was working in this very city when I arrived.  He paid me to clean up the streets.  Not insignificant money either *holds up the sword, which is spattered with blood* only a few things fling blood like that, and only one is powerful enough to kill an angel *looks concerned* his name's Azazel.  Nasty SOB.  You can spot him by the glowing gold eyes.