The book of bad juju

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

Aww, everyone's going to confort the cute one. That's heartwarming.

1x1 Draco Malfoy & Sister/ MalfoyXOC RP, Anyone?

Wrong board. One on one Rps go in the one on one board regardless of quality.

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

The heat and the lights and the pop-pop-pop noise of a pellets zinging around here were starting to get to Elani, and it was somewhat of a relief to see a familliar face, even though she'd never even seen her from so close down as this. The dwarf yelled something and pointed at the ship, where somebody was hacking at the cables tethering it to the docks with a sabre or something, she didn't know the technical term. Looked like they were cutting their losses and running, literally. What a time to develop a sense of humor. "Mmhr?" She mumbled back, her mouth feeling strangely unfamiliar. She'd clenched her jaw shut ever since the first bullet met it's gruesome mark, some way of dealing with the stress of it all. "Who's 'Nissa.-"

"You two!" Somebody screeched, close by. "Quit lazing around and get on that ship unless you want to get left here!"

Both their heads turned, towards the wildly flailing man with the white goatee and the neatly parted graying hair. Despite that, he struck an oddly imposing figure in the chaos around them, a rallying point they could follow for now without getting them shot,for now. Elani's trembling hands grasped the strap of her bag tightly, and she made a motion to push herself upright, but a poorly-timed blast from a hand cannon struck an ear in that exact moment, and she winced, grasping at her head in shock and confused pain for a second. No blood, though.lucky, She looked up, around at her and over to the ship. At least they wouldn't have to jump there, just a stand up in the hail of fire and hop across. All they were risking was a thirty-thousand foot drop, it was nothing. The fall didn't kill you, after all, it was the sudden stop at the end. A fact that mister Shot-In-The-Face-By-A-Catherine-Wheel would be in all too good a position to think about. She stood up,hefted her bags in one motion across, and flung herself over too, rolling on the hard wooden flooring and up against a cabin wall, Elani made no effort to get up after this. Anything more and she'd just draw attention to herself, here was a good place where she could have a nice little cry.

Magitech Girls! A mecha musume/magical girl monster-fighting RP signups and interest check!

Might as well throw my hat into this ring.

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

Erm, anyone know what happened to North? He posted around this time yesterday. Anyone?

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

Both of them squatted behind the broken-down remains of a box half-filled with apricots. Elani glanced the wrong way and saw a bullet pierce the tough skin around one, knocking the tough nut inside of it loose, leaving both out the other side in a tiny shower of orange goo. Not the best sight to see in the middle of a firefight. The captain fellow was screaming and barking out orders, which were, surprisingly, being followed. She'd expecting this crew to be as a hard to control as a herd of cats, but even the caxeri girl was running forwards and slashing with the best of them, with most of the crew working as one slick, oiled, machine. And here she was, crouching down with nothing to do but think. Elani pulled the strap of her bag from around her shoulders and dumped the thing unceremoniously on the floor, before rummaging around underneath the spare clothes and extra set of silverware, and the six-litre jug of preserving alcohol, to a small wooden box at the very bottom. She pulled it out, and fumbled with the catch.

Inside were what she liked to call her tools of the trade, vague mementos of the life she used to lead barely a day ago. They held sentimental value, as most things did when you used them for the better part of two decades. Most of it would be useless right now, apart from the bandages and maybe a few of the foreceps, if you threw them. But right now the best thing she could do was keep her head down and clean up the bodies after all the commotion, tend to the dead as best she could, and leave the living to someone more comfortable dealing in bodies.

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

It'd be fine if it was a regular firework that you lit with a match, though. Those have been around for millennia.

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

Kori, the flare gun wasn't invented until halfway through the nineteenth century. I'm no authority on this, but i'm pretty sure this Rp is meant to have a seventeen-hundreds "Golden age of piracy" feel to it.

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

Elani jumped when she heard the bang. The shot was poetry in motion, even though she could tell the dwarf would be a bitch to embalm. All that was keeping some of his skull from shattering and flying off was the grey matter holding it all together like a softboiled egg. Lesser people would be frightened in such company, especially the man in breeches in front currently reeling from the sudden dissapearance of his aggressor. Elani ran forewards, dropping the wad of papers and bringing up her other hand. It held a Lancet, a double edged scalpel whose silver tip caught the light in bew and interesting ways. Even in the elf's thin brown fingers, it looked small.

Elani grabbed onto her captain's collar and yanked him backwards, hard, just as another shot picked somebody else and turned them into another fleshpuppet. Throughout the gang, weapons were being unholstered. Swords and pistols unbucling and stances changed. Someone in the back was yelling, a sound too primal for such things as consonant or vowel. Everything about that situation made her frightened, and she put the human between them and her, ready to absorb bullets and stabs. Flintlocks didn't have any power to them anyway, a normal musket round could be stopped by a leather waistcoat.

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

Katewyn's a ranged class with debuffs, you don't tank with someone like that.

Which would make Elani the team's healbot.