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Emergence

Adelaide definately isn't. Her shop is likely in the 'Oldtown' area of the town though.

Emergence

**Warning: Language, Violence & Domestic Abuse**.

"Abby!" Lucas shouted, drunkenly slurring Adelaide's current pseudonym as he slammed his fists against the glass door front to Exquisite Ink, Adelaide's tattoo shop. "Abby, let me in, I know you're in there!" It was just before first light the morning after the first night of the Emergence, and even the most hard core of partiers had turned in for the night, or at the very least passed out for the night. The only people who were left awake at this hour were the hardcore alcoholics, the junkies, and the criminals... and, of course, Lucas and Adelaide. Lucas standing outside the shop with his half full forty and his week old black eye, and Adelaide curled up behind the counter with a tipped over bottle of cheap whisky and a glass with nothing but a slowly melting ice cube. Mascara ran down her face and her arms were wrapped tightly around her, the thin blanket she held covering her own week old bruises. By her side Bacchus was curled silently, watching the door with his hackles raised.
"Abby, c'mon," Lucas continued, his voice softening as he slumped drunkenly against the door. "I'm sorry baby. It was a mistake, It won't happen again... I promise." After that, silence. Adelaide was about to let out a sigh of relief when his voice returned, this time with an edge of anger. "So, you're just going to sit there and ignore me?! Answer me, Abby... I know you can hear me! Answer me, you fucking bitch!" Another silent moment passed, then Abby sobbed, Bacchus growled, and there was the sound of breaking glass.
The next moments were a blur of action. A growl. A lunge. A yelp... and screaming... screaming and pain. Lucas crossed the room in seconds, pushing Adelaide against the wall by slashing at her with his now broken bottle. He was yelling something as his hand moved to her throat, but none of it seemed to make any sense to Adelaide. She clawed at his arm as she struggled to breath, then suddenly she could. Bacchus had latched himself on to Lucas' leg and caused him to drop his weapon.
Adelaide gaped for a moment as her dog attacked her boyfriend. Bacchus wasn't normally a violent dog, but he was big and he would have likely killed Lucas if Lucas hadn't managed to grab a utility knife from one of the tables.
"No!" Adelaide heard someone with her voice shout. "Don't fucking touch my dog!" The world was a blur again, and when it ended Bacchus was licking her hand. On the floor lay Lucas in an slowly growing pool of blood. Next to him lay a utility knife stained in paint and blood.
In the background a phone rang, but to Adelaide it seemed like an echo as she stood staring at the sun slowly rising over the horizon through the shattered glass of her broken storefront. Adelaide's skin tingled, and then it crawled. She looked down and laughed weakly... Lucas' corpse was rapidly disappearing under a swarm of insects.

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"Adelaide, it's your mother." Belladonna Ruine had been on her cell phone the moment her private jet had landed, and she was more than a little exasperated that her daughter had not bothered to answer the phone. "I really wish you didn't ignore my calls, I really do try to give you your space..." she sighs audibly. "You know I could make you answer if I wanted." She stepped from the plane and onto the tarmac, shielding her eyes from the sun for a moment before putting on a pair of designer sunglasses.
Another sigh "As it happens, Mr. Oliander has decided that we're going to crash a little party that some 'friends' are having in town. He will be in town tomorrow, and has sent your uncle and I ahead of him. I'd be happy to treat you to a real meal if you're not to busy pretending to be better than the rest of your family... you know how to contact me." She hung up, and looked around finding a suitable looking young man and reaching her spirit out to envelope his. It wasn't hard... like so many mundanes, his aura was so dim that it barely existed at all.
"You," she said with a casual wave of the hand. "Carry my bags."
"Yes ma'am," her new toy responded, leaving his own luggage laying on the ground.

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Since there seems to be a large intrest in pirates, I wanted to point out that The Golden Age of Piracy was already in a decline by 1720, and was over bt the 1730's. Granted, pirates have pretty much always existed in some form or another, and the narative is really more important than strict accuracy. It just might be good to keep in mind that pirates were not nearly as common in the era this RP takes place.

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I'm going to wait for Trinais to post before I do again, both because I don't want to do too many individual posts with how wordy I can be, and because the Captian's reaction will weigh heavily in how the Chief responds.

I don't imagine that steampunk has a whold lot of gender issues... Y'know with it being Victorian Era based, and y'know... Queen Victoria... I'd imagine that skin colour matters less when there are vampires, werewolves, and fairies in the world. Though, based on the Chief's character concept, he's probably holding back out of professionalism, not open mindedness.

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Moon said With JJ, I'm gonna close off characters for now. We've got quite a big group. Look for the IC by Wednesday!

You're just a tad too late...
I can't say if there will be a point when he'll reopen it or not, though.

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Chief Flynn entered The Pegasus via the loading bay. Technically speaking he should have taken the gangway, saluted the Officer of the Watch and requested permission to come aboard. He was much to old, and had far too little patience for that, though. He was the Senior Enlisted aboard the ship, and the Deck Captain besides, as such he answered to no man besides the Captian himself. Even if that hadn't been true; the loading bay, and the materials that the enlisted men were in the process of loading, were his resposibility.
It was a good thing he did, too. As he passed by one of the airmen nearly dropped the barrel he had been trying to carry on his own. The Chief reacted completely on instinct, covering the ground between him and the man and helping to catch the barrel before it hit the floor. He nearly turned to leave before a distinctive smell caught his attention.
"Airman, is this barrel black powder?" Chief Flynn said, his eyes flashing with anger. "Did you just nearly drop a barrel of black powder in my loading bay because you were too stupid to get help to carry it?" He continued, the volume of his voice raising subtley, as his face began to flush with anger. "You are to report to me immediately after the ship launches. You are now in charge of making sure absolutely nothing goes wrong during the loading of this ship, and gods help you if you screw up."
The Chief then proptly turned on his heel, and strode off in the direction of the Quarter Deck. It wasn't long before he noticed an airman leaning agaist one of the walls. The Chief stopped in front of the man, who seemed not to notice until he was pulled to attention by his collar. "Boy, this ship does not need your help in holding up the bulkhead." Chief Flynn hissed, holding the airman's face uncomfortably close to his own. "There's work to be done in the loading bay, now get!" He said, releasing the man with a quick shove. After watching the man stumble over himself to get away, Chief Flynn turned back in the direction of the Quarter Deck feeling quite a bit better after the scolding.

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When Chief Flynn stepped out onto the Quarter Deck, he was whistling to himslelf. He paused, to survey the deck and the rigging. Even with the smog of London and without the familiar sway of an airship underway, Chief Flynn felt more at home than he had in a long time. He knew it was only a matter of time before he could smell the aether and feel the wind on his face again.
Focusing again on the task at hand, the Chief noticed a gaggle of young officer types standing on the Forecastle. Assuming that one of them might be able to point him in the direction of the ship's captian. Upon reaching the group the first thing he noticed was the cigar being held by a tall African woman.
"Ma'am," He said with a scowl "Despite the outward apperance, this ship is mostly wood, and those sails are fresh oilcloth. Furthermore, even now barrels of black powder are being loaded onto the lower decks... If you light that thing on one of my decks, you will be lucky if the worst thing that happens is me throwing it overboard." Before the woman could respond, the Chief noticed the Captains epaulates on the redheaded young man. His brow knit together, and it was imposible to conceal the slight frown that appeared on his face. The Captain was barely more than a boy... though, Chief Flynn thought to himself, I suppose it does make sense with the war. Older men were likely to either get themselves killed, or had the good sense to be promoted to positions away from the front.
Despite his reservations, Chief Flynn extended his hand in greeting. "...and you would be the Skipper." His voice was deep and friendly, with the echo of an Irish brogue that remained to a man that hadn't been home in over a decade. "I'm Chief Warrent Officer Emmet Reilly O'Flynn, Lord Mulgrave of the Admiralty has assigned me as your Deck Captain."

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Trinais said
Rumiko, Toska: Accepted! Welcome aboard!

Happy to be here. I'll try to get a first post up later today.

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Name:CWO Emmet Reilly "Chief Flynn" O'Flynn

Age: 52

Sex: Male

Race:

Human, possible Fey-Blooded.

While Emmet claims that his bloodline is purely human, he does not seem to carry the full weight of his advancing years, rumors amongst the crew speculate that his years amongst the aether have changed him somehow, while others claim that he is simply lieing to avoid the stigma of mixed parentage.

Nationality: Irish

Appearance: Chief Flynn seems both younger and older than his actual age. Long days of working in sun and wind has turned his skin into sunbaked leather, and working on rigging and with tools have left his hands and feet covered in thick calluses. Age and weather has left his face covered in wrinkles and lines, and his hair is begining to strongly favor the salt part of salt and peper. On the other hand, his grey-blue eyes still burn brightly, and when he does manage a smile it is full of bright white teeth. Beyond this, he has not adopted the stooped posture or withered limbs of other men his age. Instead he stands steady and strait, with a lean musculature that puts men half his age to shame.
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Occupation:

'Deck Captain' [+]

Chief O'Flynn is in charge of much of the day to day operations onboard the ship, supervising the airmen, POs and automotons who work the rigging and the main deck, maintain the fighter craft and it's launch and recapture equipment in the hanger bay, and handle logistics and supply in the loading docks and storage decks.

Biography:

Early Life, 1756-1769

Born at the dawn of the Seven Years War(1756) to a poor Irish family, Emmet's father left to fight in the war and was reported dead not long afterward. As such he had a difficult early life, having to work to help support his family from an early age and often going without enough food or basic amenities. After his mother died of a fever Emmet lied about his age, and fradulently enlisted on the HMAS Buteon at the age of 13, in 1769 (coincedentaly, this was the year Nepoleon was born.

The HMAS Buteon and The Black Sun,1769-1774

Emmet spent a year and a half serving aboard the HMAS Buteon, the ship was attacked and taken by the 'Privateer' (read pirate) Airship, The Black Sun, one of the few remaining pirate airships of the Golden Age of Pirates. The fifteen year old Emmet was shanghaied into service onboard The Black Sun, where he served for three years before the Royal Air Navy was able to finaly track down and capture the infamous privateer ship. After which Emmet spent nearly a year in the custody of military police custody before he was able to convince the authorities that he had not been a willing participant in any acts of piracy. At this point Emmet returned to the service.

Military Service, 1775-1801

Between his return to service in the year 1775 and his forced retirement (due to age) in 1801, Chief Flynn served 26 distinguised years on 15 different airships. In this time he advanced in both rank and experience, eventually leaving the fleet at the rank of Chief Petty Officer.

Civilian life and return to duty, 1801-1808

Between the years of 1801 and 1803, Chief Flynn served various manual labor jobs, not content to enjoy his retirement, and hating every moment of being landbound. Thus, he was greatly relived when one of the Captians he had served under during his long carrer (now an Admiral) asked him to return to service at the onset of the Nepolionic wars. The Admiralty believed that his experience was needed for the success of the Fleet, and they offered him the new rank of Warrant Officer.
Since his return, Emmit has served aboard six ships in five years. The Admiralty seems to find his skills more valuble for training recruits than serving in the actuall combat zone, a mentality that irritates the Chief to no end. He is happy to have an actual official position aboard the Pegasus.

Weapon of choice: Chief Flynn was a skilled boxer and wrestler in his youth, and still prefers to fight with his hands. However, he does carry a sizable ivory handled knife. The knife is intended for cutting rope and similar tasks, but is more than capable of serving as a weapon.

Orientation/Relationship Status: Chief Flynn is the model of the phrase 'A girl in every port,' He has children in most locations he has visited, and acts as a fairly good father and 'husband' when he returns to those places.

Audition:

"Hey EllTee, who's the codger?" The Airman who spoke obviously couldn't tell that the Chief, could hear him over the din of the Airship Docks. It was an understandable mistake, The area around The Pegasus was a proverbial zoo, with Marines and Airmen saying goodbuy to their familes, and loading teams moving heavy boxes and barrels into their stageing areas, shouting instructions and inventory information across the dock. Chief Flynn had been doing this job for longer than most on the crew had even been alive however, and he had long ago learned to shut out the background noise.
"You should watch your tongue Willem," The young officer chuckled in response "That 'codger' might hear you and toss you over the side..."
The Airman's face turned two shades paler at the Lieutenant's words. "Th-that's Chief Flynn?! Why's he being stationed with us?" The Airman asked nervously before seeming to regain his bravado. "Anyway, I'm not scared of any old man. I'm sure the whole things a myth anyway..."
The Lieutenant shrugged in response. "I really couldn't tell you, I'm glad he is though. That 'old man' has been doing his job longer than I can even imagine, likely he could do any job on the ship at least half as well as the person they have doing it."
Chief Flynn scowled and moved toward the gangplank to the Pegasus itself. What sort of men put this mission together? Most of this crew looked younger than some of his children, and very few of the junior men had much experience on an airship, he could tell by the way they moved, the way they talked, even the way they smelled... He'd have his work cut out for him. He may even have to toss someone overboard. That particular trick didn't make him any friends, but he wasn't there to make friends, he was there to keep these men alive and doing their jobs... and he always made sure he clipped a teather to them first. Nobody died, and they always made damn sure not to wander around his deck without their teathers afterwards.
Now, where was this Captain Lorraine, he intended to meet his new Skipper before doing anything else...

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dreamingflowers said
If that was a compliment thanks :) If not, well XD

It wasn't intended one way or another, just a comment. I 'steal' ideas all the time, I just call it 'insperation'

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Hey, look at that! You can quote non-users!