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.

 

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Pausing mid sip as Octavious descends from the rafters* You look a little.....dingy?...Like you've lost your spark.  Are you alright Octavious?

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*glances at Tim with dulled eyes* He got out, which is why I was away for a while. I went home to my village, had some extra precautions set in place. didnt make a difference, hes about half controlling this body now, hence my disheveled   look *coughs a black fireball*

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

Aww, hell *Hoping over the bar and grabbing a bottle of whiskey and some water* Anything I can do, mate?*

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*attempts a grin, revealing razor sharp teeth and a black toungue* keep your distance Id say, I killed a few police men yesterday when his control spiked

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

Oh...*Taking a few puffs on his cigar and downs his scotch* Good. Well, anything you recommend *Flipping the switch on the module on his left had and the reactor on his belt glows to life, opening his belt buckle and turning on the energy protection barrier, the nodes at his wrists ankles and neck area shimmer as the field propagates around him like a second skin*

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*Octavius hacks and flames flash across his skin, he speaks but his voice is different* you...think...your...science...will...protect...you.. *he doubles over and regains himself*...Im....sorry about that....*grabs his drink and shakily drinks it*

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Raising a brow* Well, my science has done a pretty damn good job so far.  He's really tearing you apart in there isn't he?

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*rolls his eyes* you have no idea...and this was HIS idea! 

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Jumping back over the bar and hopping up and sittng on it* So what exactly does he have in mind

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*twitches his head to the side, more flames ripple across his skin* Well about 700 years ago, we both fought and each nearly died..we made a deal...he'd live within the confines of my soul and I would live also...seemingly he doesn't like being bound tighter than he wanted...my aunt was a shaman and she put a few sneaky spells in place to keep him from taking control...they didn't last and well..now hes almost free *fire blazes across his back and Oct doubles over grabbing the edges of a nearby table to stay upright, his hands however begin to smoulder the wooden table*

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

Huh...... *He sat and watched crossing his arms* Do we need priests? An old priest and a young priest? *Chuckling* We could probably hunt them down.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Observing all thats going on and trying not to look impressed* Oi ! monkey , more scotch, and perhaps some sort of dessert.