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"๐y dear, you kill a man remarkably efficiently, but you simply must refrain from getting dirt all over your gown. It's quite unseemly, if I say so myself."
-๐ady Katherine Golding-Brassmott, an instructor of music and creative arts, intelligence gathering, principles of deceit, fundamental espionage, and rudimentary seduction at Madame Geraldine's Finishing School for Young Ladies of Quality, to the then-Miss Adrianna Kingsford
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(๐nspired by Gail Carriger's AMAZING books; GM is @ayzrules and co-GM is @shylarah)
๐t's one thing to dance properly. It's quite another to dance properly while poisoning your partner and robbing him of all his valuables.
๐ฆhat is a young lady of quality ("quality" being a relative term) or a respectable gentleman ("respectable" also being a relative term) to do when they are summoned (by the Supreme Commander himself, no less!) to the heart of the city's military district in order to deal with "a matter of utmost importance?"
๐ancel all other appointments as swiftly as an ill-timed invitation throws the entire room into an awkward silence, I'd imagine, and immediately reply in an appropriately courteous manner. Some may argue that one should first discreetly dispose of the summons before writing a reply, to prevent gossipy siblings and nosy acquaintances from acquiring the sensitive information. Others may argue that penning a response can wait until after the Scholar Minister's ball, because it is going to be the event of the year, or perhaps it can wait until after one has stolen a small fortune from an arrogant air-merchant.
๐ut the truth of the matter is that our prosperous home, the thriving metropolis of Hourglass City, is in grave danger. Dark magic is afoot, rival cities are growing restless, mad scientists are becoming decidedly more mad, and you know what they say-if you want something said, you go to a man, but if you want something done in the politest way possible, you find a woman.
๐et's get to work, ladies and gentlemen. We've got a city to save (and refreshments will be provided)!
๐ฆar is coming.
๐ฃhe powerful Barons and Baronesses of the Minefield Triarchy has had its eyes on Hourglass City for a long time now, but they are finally beginning to act. Hourglass City's notoriously secretive Council, however, have been watching the Triarchy. And like it or not, tensions are about to explode in quite possibly the most impolite way possible.
๐ฃhe impeding war is not the only thing to be worried about, though. Indeed, a dangerous, corrupting form of "mind energy"-known as Myalo by scientists and as black magic by the rest of society-was released into the world thirty-some years ago, by scientists experimenting with automation. Although automatons have been widely labelled as dangerous and altogether unethical by the entirety of the Known World, for some reason, a scientist by the name of Lucius Elliot has decided to try his hand at creating them. There have also been a suspicious series of murders and robberies and disappearances...a coincidence? The honorable Captain Kingsford doesn't think so.
๐ighting the war is for soldiers. Winning the war will be up to intelligencers and mad scientists.
๐aptain Adrianna Iphigenia Kingsford of the Aeronaut Guild has been tasked with putting together a team to get to the bottom of the conspiracies and rumors and strange occurrences surrounding one mad scientist and his automatons, and of course, there is no one else she would go to besides her former classmates from Madame Geraldine's Finishing School for Young Ladies of Quality, also known (among a select few circles, of course) as the top academy for etiquette and espionage. And along the way, she has picked up a few respectable gentlemen graduates of the Polytechnique Institute of Arts and Sciences (a school for training evil geniuses, mad scientists, and maybe even the occasional productive member of society). No matter what happens, Captain Kingsford is determined to get the bottom of this...with all the courtesy and propriety expected of a lady in polite society, of course.
๐rmed to the teeth with fatal flattery, mutinous manners, and poisonous propriety, as well as a couple of well-hidden bladed fans and not-so-well-hidden weapons of mass destruction built in a suitably chaotic laboratories, the graduates of Madame Geraldine's and the Polytechnique Institute are more than ready to take on their foes. Getting this group of highly dangerous individuals to work together, however, is a whole different story.
๐aptain Kingsford sincerely hopes that her investigation has nothing to do with the war. But as she and her band of spies, assassins, and scientists delve deeper into the secrets of dark magic and treacle tart (perfecting the recipe takes more work than you'd think!), the threads start to become more and more intertwined...and as Captain Kingsford is quickly finding as they try unravel the stubbornly tangled threads of this mystery, nothing is at all what it seems.
If you've read all the way down to here, then I'm guessing you might be at least a little bit interested :D Basically, this is a roleplay about lady spies/assassins/etc ("intelligencers") and mad scientists, evil geniuses, and maybe even the occasional productive member of society, with a touch of black magic and a ton of silly, dry humor
I've put some of the lore in the next post; feel free to read it if you would like to know more
And yeah! That's about it; feel free to hit me up with any questions that you have :)
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