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!!!
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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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She arches her eyebrow.
"You killed her.", her face and voice devoid of emotion. Little did Emmet know, self preservation had just kicked in, and her mind was actually racing.
"You killed her. So you came here. To the home of those who loved her?" Stealthily, she grips the pistol in her hand, although it only looks as though her fists are clenching a fold in her skirts. She tilts her head, and waits for his response.
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Permalink Reply by Arabella Porter on
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"Someone," He coughed, " Had to tell you. No one alive that had witnessed any of that, would have come to tell you."
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She whips out the pistol and holds it to his head. Her voice shaky,
"You expected to find what here? Protection?" She shakes her head sadly.
"We protect those who come into our walls, but not if they harmed one of our own." Her jaw clenches as she realizes what must be done, since none of the men are home.
"Take me to her. She deserves to come home." Her voice is resolved and her gaze is steely.
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A bloody hand slams the table, "do you really think I know where in the seven circles of hell she is? I watched the ship go down in a ball of fire. I was on board another ship watching her go down in flames. Listen, love," Emmet hobbled up to Brielle, "If I knew where Arabella Porter, Charlotte Bennet, or hell, even that blasted Thomas Dunning were right now, I would be dead along with them."
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Furious.
"Give me one reason why I should let you live, then?" She presses the gun against his head. "You killed her. You. You are responsible for one of the dearest people in my life, dying. For what? A power trip?"
She giggles hysterically. "You disrespectful pig. Couldn't handle a girl having more power than you, and so you killed her. You didn't even have the bollocks kill her honestly. You drugged her, and locked her into a room, and let the ship crash. WHY should I let you live?"
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"She was a threat to our cause. We wanted the captain dead. We thought we'd have a partnership in the end with the Australians and our newly conquered Widow. Do you really think I meant for the ship to go down in flames? I would have killed her with my gun if I had been given the chance." she said gravely. "But screw the ship, screw the chance, screw the girl. I'm done."
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"You are missing the point here. You are a slimy,pathetic cowardly bastard who had to kill a girl in order to find any semblance of power. You even failed at that. The only reason I can think of keeping you alive is that you might have some information on getting what is left of her back." She prods him with her pistol. "The only question is where to keep you until Felix or Oswin gets home..."
She looks up to the rafters. "Simon! Get Phoebe for me!" Simon chatters and runs down to the lab in the basement to retrieve Phoebe.
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Emmet choked on his own blood, "You can look all over the Negev desert and will never find a body."
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Phoebe comes up the stairs.
"Phoebe, lets get him secured. Then I can provide him with enough medical care to keep him alive long enough for him to get what is coming to him...." The two women lead him down into the lab to keep until something could be done with him. A few hours later, Brielle comes back upstairs and collapses into a fit of sobbing, alone in her room.
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Permalink Reply by Marshal Sir Jon Marshall on
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Dimming the phosphorescent lantern on his cane he walked into the bar with the authoritative stride and comportment tried and perfected by decades as an officer in her Majesty's service.
'I hope no one noticed the feint, for I can feel my knees and hands are still shaking and the feverish sweat on my brow is as cold as the Caspian Sea in February. Damned opium! Those shites in the East India Company were giving it away like hor d'oeuvers at the governor general's estate in Bengal.'he thought to himself a bit paranoid.
It had been weeks since he had last stoked his pipe at the Jade Dragon and still he felt this unrelenting nausea. 'Still I'm an old soldier and I can handle myself in any sort of a row. I've patronized taverns in Sumatra that make this place look like the prince's nursery.'
The patrons were a dangerous lot of mercenaries, sky pirates, thieves, dissolute Ladies and Lords and wild eyed engineers. He cast a furtive glance toward the bar, noticing a lovely fair haired bar mistress cleaning a high ball. He undid the safety on his Lancaster and the latch on his sword cane and bellied up to the bar.
"American whiskey, neat if you please m'lovely. Better bring the whole bottle of your finest my dear. If you would be so kind."
'Damn it Helmut. What made you think you could turn and face down two Imperial, Bismark class air dreadnaughts?'
Receiving his drink and the bottle, he thanked the lovely barkeep, paid her, drank his glass in one long draught. 'You were a good compatriot and a stalwart bloody fighter'
He called to the barkeep. "My Lady, could you steer me in the direction of a clever and expert airship captain, reputable, but not too reputable?"
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Permalink Reply by Captain Silver SteamAether on
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*looks up when you walk in. she put her gun away quickly and popped into a salute of a trained military flightsman* Sir.*she said unmoving until recognition. which was perfect of a well-trained officer*
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*watches the action from afar shaking her head* so worked up, and it could be for nothing ...*she whispered working with some gun oil on her 7 shot revolver* hey! of the kid there gets too bad, and you don't think you can revive him...hand him over to me..*hisses some steam rolling the joints on her mechanical arms* i'll bring him back...he may not be human again but i can do it*stares Emmet down with a glare that made her mismatched green and auburn eyes glow dangerously*
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