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]

*Taking the arm and leaning in for a closer look* Well done, fine craftsmanship. I haven't seen work like this..since...well Phoebe..She hasn't been around in a while.

[Rick hunter]

"Who?" Steel asked, turning his head towards Oz.

[Rick hunter]

"I guess so," Steel chuckled, "I guess you are as eternal as I am."

[Valarian H. Vol]

I suppose.  No idea who or what I was before that, but given where I was when I woke up, I'm guessing it wasn't good...*flexes his wings a little, hearing both muscles and metal groan* been a long time...

[Rick hunter]

"The life you lived does not matter, because it does not make you." Steel told Valarian, "What matters is that you live in the here, and the now, and that you are who you are right now. Of cousre, I say that, but it does feel nice to know where you come from."

[Valarian H. Vol]

Yeah...That's why some of my stuff is so old.  Been collecting for 250 years, plus my short 20 here *laughs as the clockwork in his wings clicks* I suppose I owe you all an apology for hiding that.  Just didn't want to be taken advantage of.  This trinket *holds up the trinket the woman had* this is what controls me.  Azraiel gave it to me twenty years ago...

[Rick hunter]

"Well that would be bad, especially considering the cloud of ash on the floor over there."

[Valarian H. Vol]

*laughs* yeah.  The word you're looking for is "smite".  It quite literally burns your soul, and thus your body, to almost nothingness.  Not a pleasant process, judging by the screams...

[Rick hunter]

"Interesting, I would wonder if I have a soul, but I wouldn't want to test it," Steel said as he shrugged.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*smiles* you do my friend.  I can see it.  It's white, with swirls of grey and a hint of blue *looks at Steel* that's good.  Means you're a good guy.  A soul gets darker to match a person's personality, till you go full black and red, a demon.  They're never fun to deal with...

[Rick hunter]

"I don't deal with the supernatural, after all, Magic is just Science we don't understand." Steel looked out a window, "everything was magic once, and will one day become science."

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Handing his arm back and sitting back down* Pheobe... one of the crew on the Alecia Grey.. I haven't seen her or Alex in a while.