Role-Play [Main Plot] The Skyriders

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  1. Paladin_girl

    Paladin_girl Between the Chapters of a Dream Staff Member

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    It was once called the Land of Prospect. A place where all communed under one flag for the sake of technological advancement. Millions congregated, bringing with them the promise of a better life, sustaining one another in trade and bolstering one another in celebration of their achievements.

    They called it the Land of Dreams, where new creations took flight into the coloured skies of their new land, sparkling in the double-suns Phobos and Deimos, igniting the imaginations in children and adults alike.

    They called it the Dreaded Empire, because corruption breeds quickly in the hearts of men.

    It is here that their errors are corrected, through the misfortunes and errors of others.

    They are the heroes of our story – and with them, the Empire's scowling face was eternally changed.

    They were the pirates of the air and the page-turners of imperial history. They were seen as renegades and murderers. They were seen as saviours of men, machine and innocents, geniuses of justice and masters of the sky.

    But all of them knew that with their efforts, there was a cost.

    Philosophers can only ask whether or not is was for better... or for worse.
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    Dreamer's Haven Presents:

    The Skyriders

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    The engineers all sat in their prisons, eyes tired and their muscles sullied with the tortuous afflictions of an enthusiastic jailer. The prisons stank of the damp, which was made worse from the pouring rain that tapped against the barred windowsills. One drop landed on an inmate and gruffly, he swiped it from his already-dripping forehead.

    He shuffled to the doors with a grunt and peered out of the small, barred window, looking for the jailer. Finding no one in the dank hallway, he murmured softly, his voice low and shuddering.

    “John,” he said, “are you asleep?”

    There was a shuffle beside his chamber. The inmate could see in the corner of the window that coarse, calloused fingers had found their way to the door to the left, belonging to John's mottled face which now stared at him with eyes like a Doberman.

    “Mm?” he greeted, his voice dry and arid, even before his mouth had opened.

    “How long d'you suppose we're going to be here? They let go of Frank, din't they? 'E din't look too 'appy about it though.”

    “He's dead, probably. Took him first thing. You'd think we'd get the food he left behind.” There was a thick cough and an unpleasant snort before John continued, “you're an engineer too, aren't you Pete?”

    “Mm,” it was Pete's turn to grunt, “nothin' like yers, I din't go through uni or nuffink. Apprenticed I was. got me diploma las' week before the bobbies arrested me. Mum always said I'd be great – din't think it woul' finish like this.”

    “Nor did I,” John sighed, “but I suppose everything was too good to be true. A bunch of airship pirates offered protection from the imperial guard. I should have accepted. I just hope they keep doing it. The nick can't keep arresting the engineers...”

    “Oi.”

    “Yes, Pete?”

    “You were a grammar school kid, weren't ya?”

    “I was. Why?”

    “Trade you some garlic fer your socks. I'm bloody freezing.”
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    The imperial streets were littered with merchants once more, with fabrics curtained over the flat rooftops to protect their goods from the blazing afternoon sun. The square in particular was amassed by countless numbers of people, hurrying to buy a loaf of bread or the latest component suited to their Aguistralobe, the superstitious Linking Gauge or more bizarre inventions.

    Amongst this, a slip of crimson sidled through the crowds. It was a jacket, clearly too long for the owner, but too sentimental to belong to any other. The tricorn hat she kept her hand upon as she ran was not feminine at all; it was dirty and rugged, worthless to any, but of value to her. Her face was marred by the old eye patch that sat on her left eye.

    Estella was a pretty girl – just not a perfect one. Which was why at this moment, she was running for her life.

    Indeed, Archie was waiting for her, but he never mentioned the company he had with him: the guards were ready and waiting, with rifles and flintlock pistols at hand.

    Her eye darted left to right madly, her heart beating hard in her chest.

    Let's see, she thought, what would they accuse me of? Um... vandalism, attempted murder, assault... stealing. Oh God, the stealing.

    She had a moment to stop and clap her hands against her face, emitting a groan before continuing forward.

    So the combustion chambers had failed – she did promise Archie that she would return with a new one – and so she did.

    She just needed to borrow it.

    From an imperial airship.

    Oh, what a pain in the arse.

    She sped through the streets, running into a wagon full of watermelons, but kept going as the guards ran into them, creating a heap of pink, blacks and greens on the damp ground.

    She turned a corner, leaning her lithe body against the wall, looking to her right. She had to find somewhere to hide – and fast.
     
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    The shrill sound of a sharp whistle resounded upon the air, the source of the sudden noise standing with her back pressed against the stone wall of a building not twenty meters down the cobblestone road from where Estella hid. The woman's face was shrouded within a veil of darkness, a shadow cast over her features by the large corsair's cap which sat upon the top of her head. The feather that jutted forth from the back of the headpiece matched the color of her flowing crimson tendrils, which were fastened snugly into a ponytail at the lower back of her head before proceeding to tumble down the small of her back.

    Overtop of the rest of her figure was draped an old dirtied black cloak, obscuring her frame from view. However, the fabric rippled smoothly when a fair-skinned hand suddenly emerged from within its depths, gesturing with a thumb to the large wagon full of hay to the woman's right. About the wagon stood several other figures, though their figures were far more masculine and broad. They moved about as if preparing the wagon to move, but if one looked closely enough it was plain to see that the men were actually doing nothing at all.
     
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    Estella stared for a while, curious about the stranger's gesture; she had to wonder for a moment before pushing down her hat to keep it atop of her head while darting down the cobbled street and bounding into the cart, sitting on the edge with uncertainty written on her features which on further inspection, was matted by soot.

    The stranger may have been a pirate – hell, she could have been an imperial spy or a bounty hunter, but something about her said to risk everything in a moment of complete stupidity.

    Sometimes it worked.

    “Who...?” she began, raising an eyebrow.
     
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    "Shut up." The enigmatic figure responded quickly, her voice somewhat hushed as he suddenly shoved Estella roughly so that she would fall upon the large pile of hay which she had sat down beside. She turned about without giving mechanic time to respond, her arm flying forth in a wide sweeping motion to cause the remaining mound to topple over and fall upon Estella, concealing her from view in one fluid movement.

    The crimson-haired woman resisted the urge to smirk at the chaotic sounds emanating from behind her, the soldiers who had been chasing Estella clambering clumsily as they frantically searched about. When they were unable to catch the slightest glimpse of their prey their impromptu leader growled loudly, a series of curses flooding forth from the tip of his tongue.

    "We'll split up. You three head that way, we'll take this way," The man commanded as he pointed down the street, his companions nodding in response before dispersing, "Get moving! She couldn't have gotten far!"

    "Morons," Murmured the red-head dryly as she watched them run off from the corner of her sea blue gaze, stepping back about the cart as to brush away the hay that she had thrown upon Estella. She gave the other woman a once over, not caring that her gentle facial features were now completely visible. Perhaps Estella's rescuer could have been described as beautiful if not for the slight scowl that played upon her lips.
     
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    Estella was about to protest before landing into the hay with a loud 'thump!' while opening and then shutting her mouth when more mounds of hay cascaded downwards to land onto her frame. With fast rustles, she attempted to tear off the obscene straw from her, but upon hearing the sounds of the guards, her entire body froze. In that moment, it did not take the engineer long to add two and two together, seizing every part of her being with great tension.

    Her eyes were wide, her breathing slacking to soft, controlled puffs of air with every thought of movement shunted from her thoughts. Everything could be manipulated, apart from the heavy thuds of her heart, which beat wildly beneath her ribcage. All was silent before the clumsy thuds of feet on the ground came towards she and her unexpected saviour, their voices booming across such a small area of the town, bedlam in such a calm place.

    When they were gone, Estella blew a sigh of relief. Where there was blue sky between the gaps in the hay, there was now an intense scowl, followed by the face of the one who had saved her. She would have been astonishingly beautiful, Estella noted, had it not have been for the terrible crease of doubt embedded into her lips.

    Estella felt that she had to thank her.

    “Bloody hell.”
     
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    "There, they'll be stumbling over their own feet for hours. Now hit the road," The woman snorted before throwing back her hair in a semi-triumphant fashion, her crimson tendrils dancing slightly upon a sudden breeze. She spared Estella no more time before turning to the men who still stood about the cart on all sides save for the left, which was propped up firmly beside the wall of the nearest building. Atop the structure on the foremost side ran the word Census Office, etched finely into the chizzled stone.

    "Keep it moving," She instructed with authority despite the fact that she hushed her voice, her subordinates quickly increasing their pace. While the bulk of them were in all actuality doing nothing, a smaller portion knelt just behind the rear corner of the wagon, unloading round, obsidian objects with a short fuse stemming from the top and throwing them down an adjacent alley behind the Census Office.
     
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    Estella stared at her grumpy saviour with a matching frown, her arms folded gruffly as the stranger gave no explanation for her actions. Kind as they were, it certainly didn't seem to match the woman's personality. She tilted her head, scratched the back of it before picking up a bundle of hay, scrunched it together and casually threw it at the woman's tricorn hat.

    She wanted questions, but it was certain that the woman wasn't an authority (and who could blame her?).

    Estella sniffed the air – there was a bizarre, but familiar pong emitting from the black spheres and while she had noted the sign in front of the huge building, they were in the same spot. She looked at the woman again.

    “Are you out of your mind? Anyone could smell that gunpowder a mile away!” she said, urgency in her voice.
     
  8. Isa

    Isa Dovie'andi se tovya sagai

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    Ezekiel slipped around the corner politely bowing to the two women before puffing on his pipe and eyeing both of them.
    "I don't know if" he paused taping the leather buttons on the large leather contraption on his forearm" Captain Esmeralda Del Castillo I think it was? Planned for that but just in case it seems that a new town guard delivered several wooden crates as well as some accompanying papers that declared them to be mining grade explosives that a ship captain didn't have the proper documents to ship." He paused glancing around the corner and checking the small silver contraption on his other arm. I think captain you may want to finish soon, the shifts change soon and it would be rather embarrassing for all of us to be standing here with lit explosives when people come out the back door and through this alley." he paused again as he puffed on his pipe and blew out a ring of smoke.

    "Oh and if you don't mind too terribly much it took two bottles of brandy and the remainder of my money from my last job to convince the gentleman in the office to slip the empty crates past the typical inspections. If you could see your way to helping me get a bit of the cost back it would be appreciated."
     
  9. Shadow

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    From down the alley a ruckus could be heard as a couple of guys came walking down. They were dressed differently -even for the city they were in- and were laughing and shouting loudly. In front walked a slim young man with long, dark red and blue dyed hair, who had an arm around the neck of another guy with a beard. In his hand he had a green bottle of something that clearly looked like liquor. From behind them two other guys, also packed with almost empty bottles, also walked down the alley.

    "I say Q, if your accent get's any worse then this, we'll bloody never understand what you're saying!" the red and blue haired guy said, as the bearded guy just grinned foolishly with a red nose. "My der shack 'n ya pal laddy." muttered the bearded guy named Q, when suddenly they stopped at the entire operation going on with Estella and the red haired girl.

    The young rocker narrowed his eyes, and for a hint of a second you could see intelligence spark only to be followed by resuming his role of drunk again. "Well hello there, ladies. You sure are looking fine this beautiful...day." he said, looking around to make sure it was still day and that he wasn't dreaming or something silly.

    The other guys were grinning stupid, but they also noticed the round objects being carried around. It became silent as only the slim and well tongued rocker bowed in front of them. "Derrick Jer, lead guitarist from our lovely band The Frightful Lilies, a pleasure." he said with a smooth voice, loving the tension going around. It's what he lived for. The excitement, the danger.

    And there would be danger alright. That, he knew.
     
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    The crimson haired maiden smirked when the other woman spoke, her chest swollen with confidence and pride as she snorted in response to Estella's observation. With a raised chin the redhead looked downward at the wanted mechanic, giving her a brief once over with a gaze that clearly showed she was not impressed.

    "Apparently not," She answered dryly in reference to the guards who had only moments ago left her crew to their work. She opened her mouth to repeat her earlier instructions, to tell Estella to take a hike before she found herself blown sky high, but was forced to deviate from her plan when Ezekiel approached. Not only did the fool draw unwanted attention with his mindless rambling, the bastard actually identified Esmeralda in public.

    Who the Hell did this stupid little shit think he was?

    "Indio, Montegro," Barked Captain Esmeralda Castillo De Vaca, more infamously known as the Crimson Scourge, "Deal with this idiot."

    Were Ezekiel to turn around, he would find himself suddenly staring upwards into the stern gazes of two extremely tall, extremely muscle-bound, and extremely intimidating men. Their hard and defined jawlines ran thick with a sea of unshaven stubble, their sun-baked flesh calloused and scarred. As they reached for Ezekiel, aiming to seize the buffoon by each arm, Esmeralda glanced back to Estella.

    "Take a hike, sister," The pirate captain warned with a bored tone while gesturing in the opposite direction with a nod, her arms crossed over her chest, "You're in over your head-"

    Again she found herself interrupted, this time by a swarm of drunken goons who had apparently crawled out of the nearest sewer to rot under the sun for a while. Esmeralda's nose turned upward in disgust as she beheld the site of the Frightful Lillies, resisting the urge to scoff when the brain-dead spokesman of their merry little band of circus freaks introduced the group.

    The idiots were seeping from the woodwork.

    "Not interested, keep walking," She snorted without giving the group a second glance.
     
  11. Isa

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    "Of for the love of gears. Killing me hardly does you any good. For one you don't know where I got my information, two killing me would be a bit bad as the nice young gentleman from the Census department I spoke with this morning seems to be off the impression I'm a visiting dignitary, and three There is a distinct possibility that a number of items in my possession could be crucial to the continued service of you ship. Trust me I have some experience in arranging for airships to explode, the imperial navy is rather annoyed with me for the destruction of a ship the commandeered from me."

    Reaching into the black leather satchel at his side he removed a set of leather bound papers, he had spent the majority of the last few days watching the captain's movements, studying her crew and their interactions. after some consideration he had spent last night in his small inn room forging a set of false airship papers tailored specifically for the captain and her ship declaring her an Imperially sanctioned privateer. If the bluff about having taken part of her ship didn't work the papers might.

    "Consider this a free sample of my work. take a look if you like it we can talk. If not I get you the missing pages of these papers and we both go our separate ways. You get a set of papers that will be good for a month or two and will get you past most inspections, and I know your not someone I can deal with."
     
  12. Shadow

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    Derrick Jer grinned widely at this hard cold bitch of a girl, as those were the people you could have most fun with. The more annoyed they were, the more Derrick felt to step on their toes. Or in this case, if they are worried about something else and don't have time for a chat. "Now, now, m'dear. That is no way to greet a fellow citizen in this fine city! What do you think, Q?" He said with his somewhat posh accent, turning to the bearded bassist who was obviously checking out the bodies of the girls without shame. "Y'er sheem be pal bor'n." he grinned stupid as Derrick nodded wise and pointed at him. "Exactly what he said, m'dear."

    "Besides," the guitarist continued, lifting up his arm and moving down his sleeve to reveal and rather ingenious construction what looked like a watch that blew out puffs of smoke now and then. "I think it's almost time. What do you think, Jorr, Marten?" He in all seriousness asked to the two guys behind him, who stood there also with a big grin on their faces. "I reckon your very close and correct to reaching that assumption, dear chap." said Marten. "Closer then a flea on an alley dog, Jer." said Jorr while opening a half steel half canvas umbrella, and opening it.

    Derrick turned around and nodded, still looking at his watch. "Yes. Well now. I think in about...three...two...one..."

    BOOM!

    The ground they stood upon shook as the building next to them exploded with great force. A pillar of fire shot up in the air as what it seemed to be fireworks shot out and colored the sky with great colors while smaller explosions could be heard in the Census Office. Pieces of rock and metal began raining down and behind Derrick, Marten broke into song.

    "Aaaaannnddd....an alley and four scums, never be the same, they knew when they raised to fameeeee." then the other three joined in while they stood under the umbrella as pieces of debry rained down and the fire raged in the building. Amidst all the chaos of alarm bells ringing and guards shouting, they continued to sing their drunken lullaby. "And an ale or two and a beer or three, a pint o' five and safely home to missy the wife! Aaaand an ale or three and a beer or four, a pint o' six and warm in bed with the miss."

    While the other kept singing, Derrick leaned over to the two women and the guy, a playful grin on his face. "Now, we are just four random drunk guys wandering the alley. You be the ones carrying round dangerous looking objects in the building. I reckon you move along, and quick." He said and winked, while the sounds of guards came closer with the fire in the building waved on. The fireworks slowly died down as only now and then an arrow could be heard sizzling before it exploded with a short bang.
     
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    It was now Estella who puffed herself up, slowly becoming irritated with Esmerelda's demeanour. She shook her head, looking at the Captain square in the eye.

    “Not until I know what's going-”

    Then, as luck would have it, two things occurred, neither helping the situation in the slightest. Even so, Estella glanced at Derrick, recalling his lecherous behaviour at the Giverny and gave a sigh. Of all the places the Frightful Lilies could have been, now was possibly the unlikeliest Estella could imagine. Yet, there they were.

    “You've got to be jokin-”

    Bang.

    Estella blinked, her eyes wide with fascination. Holding her hat down, she watched as the structure exploded, shrapnel, construct and chaos cascading itself against anything that stood in its way. Estella's heart thudded, feeling the adrenaline streaming in her blood, amazed with such incredible ingenuity, the sheer brilliance that could bring down years of work in milliseconds!

    Only one reaction could be made in this one, splendid moment!

    “ARGHHH!”

    Afterwards, she dusted down the debris that had splattered onto her clothes, glancing with uncertainty at the Captain's men; why would they bring down a Census Office unless...

    Relieved warmth settled into the young woman's bones. So that was why she was saved. Glancing towards the approaching guards however, she suddenly felt sick. The pirates really had given themselves a lot of attention.

    She started to back off, but her hand had reached for a small pocket, grasping for the butt of a gun.
     
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    Listening to the drunken group talk Zeke edged away from the building muttering softly to himself. raising his hand up in an apparent attempt to straighten a leaning spike of hair, by chance this left his arm in front of his face and eyes when the building blew up.
    "Right that's my que then no time for authorities. If you like the work you can find me at her place for the next few hours. I need a drink" Hitching a thumb at the shouting Estella he dropped the airship documents at the captains feet and promptly dashed down the alley away from the town guard. The last thing he needed was to be explaining why he was holding a half dozen official documents issued to several different men. Though his biggest concern would be if they found the set of plans for his family's ship that was hidden in the lining of his bag. Once out of sight of the remains of the Census building he carefully brushed the dust and shrapnel of his clothing. Felling presentable with all evidence he was at the scene removed he made his way towards the Giverney sticking to back roads and side alleys as much as he could.
     
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    Esmeralda shouted abruptly as she was blasted from her feet, her form flipping backwards through the air before the crimson-maned captain crashed down upon her rear. She kicked her legs wildly as she threw herself upright, sprawling back up and onto her feet as an expression of complete mortification played upon her face.

    "Giovanni! Ezio!" She shouted over the roar of the flames, looking quickly to one of the larger crew members who stood to her right, "Are they out? Did they make it back?"

    The man shook his head, gulping loudly as he gazed at the now obliterated Census Office, his eyes widening as he caught sight of several corpses among the dancing flames.

    "T-The evacuation team had only begun to extract the people inside when... no, they, they didn't make it," He murmured in response, Esmeralda's mouth hanging open as the words collided with her. Her gaze was blank for only a moment, an instant of shock quickly brushed aside and replaced with a pair of eyes which burned with searing rage.

    "You... son... of a bitch! Do you have any idea what you've done?" She seethed, ripping the blade which sat sheathed upon her waist free of its scabbard before holding it at the ready, her grip nigh unbreakable about the weapon's hilt. Her crew followed suit, arming themselves with a wide of array of guns and blades, some of which combined the two instruments into one. Esmeralda looked ready to kill until the loud ringing of police whistles rang out upon the air, forcing her rage aside for the time being.

    "Stick to your escape routes, meet where we planned!" Esmeralda suddenly roared to her men, throwing an arm in their direction as she bellowed, "Get moving!"

    "Captain, the bombs..."

    "Go!"

    They wasted no time before shouting affirmatively in response, disbanding almost instantly into smaller groups and sprinting off down the many alleyways which ran throughout the city. Esmeralda's jaw remained tightly clenched as she slowly stalked backwards from the the group that had assembled just in time to completely botch her plan to hell, and at the cost of innocent lives. Her gaze remained fixated upon Derrick, eyes ablaze with anger as she extended her blade in his direction, only slightly distracted by the sound of the approaching police.

    "Another time, another place," She growled fiercely, barring her fangs in challenge, "We'll revisit this."

    With a final snarl she vanished from sight, sidestepping down another of the many alleyways that surrounded the group. Within the darkness of the backstreets Esmeralda gritted her teeth as she ran, maneuvering herself about the various obstacles which rose to block her path. Things were not supposed to have gone this way!
     
  16. Shadow

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    With a surprisingly quick step for a drunk, Derrick blocked her way, his face now calm and serious. "Your men are fine." He pointed to the flames as the chaos around them continued, his hand holding her wrist. "We might be drunks, but we are no fools. Our people escorted them out through the other side, where they made it out alive. We don't do casualties, and none have fallen now."

    Marten stepped forward after inspecting the two corpses that had been seen inside the burning building and seen by Esmeralda's men. "Derrick..." he began, as the guitarist looked at the singer of his band and saw it wasn't good. Derrick let go Esmeralda and stepped towards him. "It's Harrison and McGregor. I recognize their clothes. Or what's left of it. Seems like they got caught in the explosion while trying to get the last of her men out. They are the only ones who died." said Marten, shaking his head, grief and pain showing on his face.

    Derrick cursed, his hands fists as it almost seemed he was about to smash something. "Dammit!" After a second he turned back to the others more furious. "Tomorrow night. The Lions Head Inn. Nine." he said, speaking to whomever wanted to come and discuss this, as to Derrick, it was obvious they couldn't have things like these going on while they were doing their job. It had been alright spotting these people -whoever they were- at their scene, but not when it would cost the lives of his men. It was an unfortunate accident and shouldn't happen again.

    "Let's go." He muttered as he looked at the burning building that was crashing down bit by bit as the group of four men swiftly vanished into the dark alleys.
     
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    Later that day, the regulars of the Giverny were told to leave.

    Alone, Estella was able to contemplate her thoughts, clasping her hands together tightly and pressing her thumbs against her lips. In the candlelight, her expression of concern flickered into illumination, surpassed only by the soft glow in her eyes as she recalled what had transpired in that one, single day.

    People died. Imperials that they were, but were still innocent and unknowing. Part of her wished she had remained or followed Captain Castillo, while the other part of her wished she had reached out, risking herself to stop the bombs going off before any robust plan was enacted. It was sad, Estella thought, to know what to do at the wrong time.

    She picked up the Lucinde Créme and drank it all in one shot, the heated liquid pouring down her throat. Calming as it was, it reminded the engineer that had the captain not come to help her, she would likely be drinking cold water in some chilly dungeon.

    “Bad day, lass?” Nate was peering at her inquisitively as he polished a glass dry with a matted towel, his eyes reflected the seriousness on the young woman's face.

    Estella looked up and softly nodded, “It could have been so much simpler, Nate. People died.” Her tone became troubled very quickly, her face wearied and tired. She supposed it was the adrenaline; otherwise, it was the guilt. While she did nothing at all, she did nothing to stop it.

    And it bothered her.

    As a result, she stood up carefully and walked to the gramophone, stroking the sides of it before pulling out a vinyl disc and setting it in motion, for once the music audible and loud where there was once deafening noise in the casino.

    MUSIC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-L7LDtteOw&feature=related

    “I have to hand it to both sides, really. They know how to make a show. It's a shame about what was caught in between that.”
     
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    Quietly, as if to be sneaky, even if unintentional, a crimson clad figure slipped into the bar with an air of belonging. He approached the bar without hesitation, glancing around the deserted casino calmly, curious, but not enough to ask, about the missing patrons. He wore a thick coat with extra long sleeves, folded back and pinned in place with gold cuff links to keep them from covering his hands. He bore upon his unevenly cut hair a hat of bizarre design with feathers jutting from the top and back, a medallion with a skull on it bound with a small chain and a small star around the small brim. He wore a fine vest over a plain, white shirt beneath his coat and swirling designs were drawn in golden thread on the vest. Two small vent pipes extended from his left shoulder a few inches, directing their steady flow of steam behind him.

    He rested his right arm on the bar, grinned famously and spoke in a smooth voice, "Something strong, my friend. And whatever the lady is having," he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye before lifting his left arm. Upon closer inspection, Estella would notice the hand that extended towards her was obviously made of wood. There was a slight grind of gears and the whir of something mechanical at work beneath the wood of the hand, when suddenly a panel near his wrist opened up and a red rose shot from within. He caught it deftly and presented it to her as he introduced himself, "Rath Condarrion, at your service."
     
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    As the customer sidled up to the bar, Estella looked up, fascinated. She leaned back to stare, tilting her head in curiosity, brushing a finger across lips which grew into a smile, the candlelight illuminating her pallor as if it were porcelain. As he came nearer, she sat up straight to get a better look...

    And going straight for his arm, bypassing the fact that he offered a rose to her. Her gaze went across his arm, up towards the vents coming out of his back. Upon glancing to his face, she realised that the man was looking at her.

    There was a pause, then Estella looked down at the flower that popped, seemingly, out of nowhere in particular from his person.

    “Where the bloody hell did that rose come from?”

    She looked to Nate and nodded as a gesture to give the man a drink, “Whiskey for me. I want to forget everything from today.”

    There was a pause before her eyes lowered to the counter.

    “Condarrion, I'm Estella Enfield,” she looked at him from the corner of her eye, “you don't seem to be an imperial... yet the craftsmenship on your prosthetic seems pretty clean.”

    The drinks arrived, with Nate eyeing Rath somewhat suspiciously, but said nothing on the matter. He knew that the girl would take care of herself. Flattery was something that never caught the engineer's attention – she was too busy having her head filled with mathematics.

    Taking the drink, Estella downed it quickly, clearing her throat not long after.
     
  20. Nevermore

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    Rath nearly chuckled at the girl's fascination with his arm, oh how proud Zeldane would be could he see the shine in her eyes. Seeing that the rose was ineffective, Rath placed it on the counter before her, drawing back his sleeve as he did so to reveal the arm, "You have a good eye, this was made by my very own technician and resident inventor, Zeldane. He will be happy to know his work is appreciated. Were he here, you might have gotten a bear hug as a thank you. My god that man does not know his own strength. You can rest assured, however, that I am much more gentle," Rath said with an air of playfulness as he raised an eyebrow slightly. He took a drink from his glass before continuing in his smooth voice, "Ah, the Imperials, no, I am not one of those dogs, methinks they'd rather me shot more than anything. Luckily," he flashed a grin, "I'm not so well known as some, thus I am hunted very little. You have little love for them, this I can see, sure as the beauty in your face."

    He paused to take a quick drink from his glass, noticing as he did how quickly Estella downed her drink. That coupled with what she said to the bartender lead Rath to believe something none-too-pleasant had happened that day. "It is my great pleasure to meet you, Estella, but I fear I must apologize as it seems I have introduced myself at a bad time. Is this not a good day for you?"