Steampunk Rp (Private)

[Wolfbat9008]

In the trader's city of Shexel, there is a hodgepodge of different people, and will accept anyone into the town. Shoppers, merchants, people willing to upgrade your airship or mechanical arm, it's all there. But one thing they have that no one wants is Sky Pirates. There is a big number of Sky Pirates that ravage the prosperous town often, and the only reason the town is still so prosperous is because of the security. The pirates and police are equally matched, so naturally things come and things go. Things get stolen, and things get protected. People die, and people are saved.

But lately, the military has been trying to put a stop to these Sky Pirates. There is a police unit robot that has been created specifically to destroy Sky Pirate ships, and this machine is actually half human to some extent. It appears human to avoid the public noticing, and he himself feels like he's a human, too. But with cold metal inside. This cyborg has escaped recently, and while trying to be a normal person, he has a built-in instinct to fight sky pirates. He detects them when they say they are sky pirates, do something sky pirate like, or when he sees one of the main Sky Pirate tattoos on them. Most sky pirates have a tattoo symbolizing their ship on them.

The cyborg, called an A.M.E.P. (Android Made to Eliminate Pirates), is trying to rediscover his human roots, as his memory was wiped when he was turned into a cyborg. He is trying to rediscover how to be human again, but his instinct to murder Sky Pirates is going to get in the way of that.

[Magmas]

The Dauntless floated majestically above the city... by about two metres. She was in for repairs after a particularly hairy battle with a battalion of bandits. The crew managed to fight them off (mostly due to their captain's strategic genius and fighting mastery, of course) and were currently on leave, most likely drinking or whoring. Amelia however was in the Smithy, watching the engineers with distrust and contempt. She didn't like letting anyone else work on her baby and she'd be damned if she let them do it without her.

However, the smiths had given up for the day and had all left, bar the unfortunate sod who had to clean up the oil spills. Content that her ship was no longer imperilled by the incompetence of those feeble-minded fools, Amelia took her leave. With her crimson hair pulled into a ponytail behind her, a top hat perched on her head, and a pair of goggles resting upon its rim, she left the repair shop.

As she looked around, she saw a reassuring site: a workshop, selling clockwork toys. Hopefully, Amelia mused, the shop would have some quality items. She may even find something she needs, only time would tell. As these thoughts traversed through her mind, Amelia entered the cosy shop and the sounds of a thousand cogs clicking together in perfect harmony filled her ears.

[PrimezTime]

The day rattled on as children of all ages scurried in and out of the store. They fiddled with various toys and devices as they waited for their opportunity to beg their mothers and fathers for their particular item of interest. Most times it was met with heartbreak but there were those lucky few who managed to get their parent to cave and purchase the item that they deserved most. It was a spectacle but also a bit uncomfortable as the shop owner and sole employee, Ellie Fawcett, would be forced into the argument as a third party to weigh in. Child and parent emotions would sometimes flare as Ellie tried to placate both parties and hopefully keep them calm. It was a certain quality that attracted people to the store, but everyone expects that from a toy maker. It is supposed to be second nature to them and Ellie surely does make it seem like second nature.

With early evening right around the corner, the marketplace was settling down as well as the rest of the workforce. Some shops would close down at around this hour but most stayed open to catch the stray shopper. Fawcett Clockworks was still open despite the lack of attention at this hour. The shop was eerily quiet and calm save for the rhythmic ticks of hardworking gears and machines ceased to even let up for a moment. The falling sun angled its rays in the window as a few oil lamps lit the rest of the shop up. The young shopkeeper was at the back of the shop carefully working on another machine as the stillness of the shop was broken by a door opening and slamming shut.

Ellie paused from her work as she glanced up to look at the new arrival, more out of concern than intrigue. She eyed the clad woman with red hair with her magnified goggles, making Ellie's eyes appear abnormally huge but strangely appropriate for the situation. To her relief, the woman appeared to be a rather honest sort, most likely a military figure judging from uniform and weapons adorned on her belt. Ellie smiled when she came to the realization and stood up from her desk and removed her goggles from her eyes and back up to her forehead. She distanced herself from her desk and approached the military woman with vague curiosity. "Hello there!" Ellie exclaimed as she came to a stop a meter in front of the woman. "I'm usually use to an empty shop at this hour, but all the more better with you stopping by. Is there anything I can help you with?" Ellie asked, as she gave a friendly smile to the woman.

[Wolfbat9008]

Before the military woman could reply, a loud scream was heard. The scream sounded female, and obviously in distress. It was too late for anyone else to be around, and anyone who was actually near enough would hear the sparking of electricity.

Messy chocolate brown hair covered his pale face, coppery-red eyes looking over the body to search for valuables. A little money, and a purse with some mints in it. Damn. Well, he could always buy something small to eat with the few coins he had found...

He quickly made a run for it. He ditched the body. Her heart was fried, and her hair was frizzled. Her body was just a little bit blackened from the mysterious shock. "Back to the poorhouse, I suppose..." He mumbled before running off. He hid behind a building to check and see if there was anyone to follow him, anyone who had heard the sounds of her last breaths. Anyone who had discovered his crime...

[urukhai]

The Spotters gears whined in an imitation of a bird of pray as it circled high above the streets. I continued on it course until it picked up the scream of the woman below. Letting out it's own high pitched, screeching like warble it alerted the person following the spotter. It was a man in full combat armor, with a steam rifle strapped to his back, wove his way through the crowds most of whom stepped to the side as the figure hurried passed them. Stopping short of a few shops he slowed his pace, and let out a whistle making the Spotter glide down to him and fold up into his pack.

Tiberius continued on with the slow pace as he observed the people Probably not one of our's. Most likely just another street rat who decided that waiting for the person to grab their money was too slow... still worth a check.

Coming around to the alley he caught a glimpse of something or someone, but he shook it out of his mind there were more pressing issues at hand. Walking up to the body he unslung his rifle and laid it on the ground next to him, kneeling he reached out his hand to check for a pulse when he was zapped by some residual electricity. Interesting, this may be worth a longer look, though the perpetrator might still be around Tiberius thought to himself as he reached around and removed the egg-shaped object from his pack. After giving a gear in the back a few good cranks the Spotter sprung to life, its whitewashed face coming up to look at Tiberius's, who reached and made sure it's main switch was in patrol mode before releasing it into the air.

[RainTheifAustin]

Vardel peeked at a scream, and so did Erebus, but he was unsure whether to take action, he didn't like meddling in affairs of possibly fatal actions, unless he was the one commiting such acts, but he had no choice, because Erebus darted off, and Vardel followed, the two hopping happily from rooftop-to-rooftop like a pair of kangaroos. Vardel halted as the pair had perched themselves above the spot of the incident, noticing another that had arrived just before they had, but he would not notice Vardel, his guile would protect his secrecy.

[kishiseta]

Shexel was one of the noisiest, annoying cities Emera had ever been in, but she stayed only because it payed the best. The owner of the dock she was working in was already tired of scolding her for her lateness--besides it wasn't going to do any good. She did better work faster than anyone and that was what counted. She heard a scream in the distance and shrugged it off. Another mugging, maybe. It didn't concern her. She walked over to the docks and into the Smithy. It was empty. Everyone seemed to have gone on a break.

Not that it mattered. She worked better alone. Putting on her tools, she checked the work on the ships, patching up some shoddy work and made notes on some ships suggesting some repairs or improvements. Take it or leave it, it didn't matter to her. Finally, still having time on her hands, she helped the cleaning boy wipe up the oil spills. She couldn't understand why they couldn't work cleanly at all!

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Shexel was one of the noisiest, annoying cities Emera had ever been in, but she stayed only because it payed the best. The owner of the dock she was working in was already tired of scolding her for her lateness--besides it wasn't going to do any good. She did better work faster than anyone and that was what counted. She heard a scream in the distance and shrugged it off. Another mugging, maybe. It didn't concern her. She walked over to the docks and into the Smithy. It was empty. Everyone seemed to have gone on a break.

Not that it mattered. She worked better alone. Putting on her tools, she checked the work on the ships, patching up some shoddy work and made notes on some ships suggesting some repairs or improvements. Take it or leave it, it didn't matter to her. Finally, still having time on her hands, she helped the cleaning boy wipe up the oil spills. She couldn't understand why they couldn't work cleanly at all!

[Magmas]

Amelia was about to answer the shop owner when there was a scream from a nearby alleyway. She turned and ran, her training taking control as she adjusted her grip on her cane so it resembled a fencing blade with the spiked tip, which usually resided on the ground, pointing up into the air. She held her hat on as she sped down dank backstreets and shady passageways towards the source of the cry. After a few wrong turns, she found the victim sprawled on the ground as well as a man in combat armour standing above the body.
Hey! You!
She moved into a defensive stance in case the man was hostile.

[urukhai]

Tiberius went ridged as he heard the voice call to him. Momentarily cursing his lack of peripheral vision in his helmet he took stock of his situation, his rifle still lay where he had placed it with a potential hostile at his rear. Ever so slowly he began to turn, until with a snap of speed he fell and went into a tumble grabbing his gun as he continued on into a kneeling position with his rifle at the ready. As he peered down the sights at the woman in her flying clothes he steeled himself in case of combat "State your name and business or you will be considered hostile!" Tiberius shouted back

[RainTheifAustin]

Vardel pulled his Bolt Rifle from his back and hopped down, the sights and Vardel's masterful aim were pinned on him before he reached the ground. He pressd the rifle barrel to the neck of the man. "Now, now, is that anyway to treat a lady, you need lay your gone back upon the ground, or risk loosing your head." He said with a suave voice.