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.

 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Grim laughs loudly and slaps the bar, making every glass on it bounce. "Peace keeping?! Lady the only peace I keep is when one of my traps manages to get everyone I want it to hit at once."

Shaking his head while chuckling he winks at her. "I'm a hopper actually. Bounce from ship to ship doing the jobs they want me for. Normally either as a trap maker, explosive tech, or just flat out as muscle. Though I'm hoping to be done hopping soon."

[Arabella Porter]

*she jumps when he slaps the bar* oh, you're a wind hopper! *Ara says, laughing a bit nervously after seeing the glasses jump but remembering something that David had mentioned to her*  We should get along then. I'm here at the moment but really I'm first mate to - *she paused* Well, I was first mate to captain Charlotte Bennet of the S.S silver Widow. She pirates mostly in the far east and Europe. Now I'm first mate to David Brattle. *She was more of an advisor really, David didn't like the term first mate. It was just easier to talk to other folk that way.* So, who've you worked for?

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Grim stops and looks at her for a second with a shocked look. "First mate to Bennet? You mean you're Arabella Porter?! Hell I've heard of you. I think every hopper whose worked around Europe has heard of you."

He shakes his head with a slow growl. "Damn shame what happened to Bennet in my. That bitch Meiling has a vicious streak as wide as her profit margin supposedly is. I met her when I did some work building traps on Capt. North's ship to keep people out of his private hold."

[Arabella Porter]

 *She looks down* right...Meiling. *perks up* You mean Elijah North? So you know the pirate lords? Do you know all seven?

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

He shakes his head and gives a low growl. "No. North and Meiling are the only two I know and the latter only because she wanted to 'test' me. She broke one of her little nails trying to scratch me. North pulled her away before I could swat her! After that he insisted I stay on the ship. Something about me having a 'bad temper'. For Hel's sake you crack one little mast on some puffed up little tart's ship and they don't want you back at their little fortress."

Twirling the empty glass around with one finger he stops it and holds it up hopefully. "I'm just surprised to see the infamous Arabella Porter serving bar on the outskirts of London."

[Arabella Porter]

*she stares at him with a shocked look on her face and then turns her head to show her scratch scar* That's Meiling's work. *she says and then turns back to face him* You really went to break the mast on the bloody lotus? *She smiles* I think we're going to get along. *pours him another drink* You know, I can't quite remember how I got here either. I just sort of stumbled in and became a regular and then started working here whenever I'm in. *she shrugs and pours herself a glass of rum, leaning on the bar*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

"I didn't try to hit it. I hit it once with Hjalmfluga and it cracked the mast. I thought she was going to kill me! I'm fairly certain she tried to have the lords agree I should be." He laughs and drinks the whiskey again like a shot.

"So what happened to the Widow now? I heard she was a beautiful ship but have never seen myself. Met Bennet once and she seems the good sort."

[Arabella Porter]

It's a long story. *she said in a low tone* But if you want to really know who shot Charlotte Bennet....well, I did in the end. I don't where the widow is now or who's running it. *she frowned, staring into her drink and then downed it* So what's this Hjalmfluga magig?

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

He reached over and grabbed one of the larger mixing glasses and filled it with whiskey. "I'll pay no worries. Hjalmfluga is my hammer. I leave it outside when I come in. I can bring it in if you'd like."

[Arabella Porter]

As long as it won't screw up our bar here. *she laughed* I'm definitely curious though.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Grim grinned a bit under the thick beard and slipped towards the door. Though he moved carefully it was still far quicker than one would expect from a man his size. Reaching the door he opened it and reached out while ducking his head through. 

A second later he closes the door and stands up with a massive hammer in his left hand. The handle just over three feet long with steel plates running down each side. The head on it though was the truly impressive piece. Six inches wide and six inches high and eighteen from the face to the point of the wedge on the back. The entire head seemed to be made of solid iron with runes carved into it's surface. The flat face though shined as though of the brightest polished steel as did the ridge of the wedge on the back half of the head.

"This is Hjalmfluga. Helm Murderer. My hammer that I've yet to meet it's match."

[Casey July]

Casey turns her whole body toward Wilhelm,

"Wow.... nice hammer!"