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				Title: <strong>Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>21-11-2011, 05:32:28</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs43/f/2009/060/5/c/Canyon_City_by_ZackF.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Steam rose from the numerous smoke stacks throughout the canyon valley, coming from homes and factories throughout the canyons.&nbsp; Gears and chains clanked and moved, hauling rocks, ores and trolleys from one end of the canyon to the other.&nbsp; Trickling water from the aqueduct overhead piped down to feed the steam engines that spun to provide mechanical power.&nbsp; The entire canyon seemed to be moving, working.<br><br>In an office atop the canyon, overlooking the majority of the factories was a fat man in a cheap suit smoking a cigar.&nbsp; He was, while not the titled owner of the canyon, the mayor and owner of the canyon.&nbsp; He watched the tiny figures down below working to earn him money in the ore-rich canyon while working themselves deeper and deeper into debt.&nbsp; Most of them were too busy working and drinking themselves to sleep, but there was one... the girl, Vira.<br><br>Another puff of the cigar made him look for the clumsy, scatterbrained girl.&nbsp; She was mostly docile, trying to keep a steady job far away from anything moving or fragile.&nbsp; But when she did get an idea in her head and held onto it... she was dangerous.&nbsp; He was tempted to throw her out in the wastes, but she was cute.&nbsp; He was tempted to keep her locked away, but people might notice.&nbsp; No... he'd let her run around and try to keep her out of trouble for his own good.<br><br>Vira, meanwhile, was busy.&nbsp; Covered in grease and dust, she was squirming through the junkyard at the end of the canyon.&nbsp; While the canyon was fairly dry, there was still enough moisture to let it rust a bit.&nbsp; Wiggling atop a girder and sitting on it, she tilted her head as she looked at the crude sketch Axel had given her.&nbsp; She hadn't found the part yet, but she would keep looking.&nbsp; Axel and her other friends were building their escape from the canyon for adventure!<br><br>The girder slipped and she went tumbling into the junk, emerging a moment later with the gizmo Axel wanted, grinning.&nbsp; Skipping through town, she got a few stares but nothing more, and she arrived at the workshop, "<strong>Axel!&nbsp; I found the thingy!</strong>"<br><br>Setting it on the workbench, she looked up at the airship that was nearly ready.&nbsp; A main ballast with two trim ballasts would keep them aloft, while large propellers would push them along on their adventures.&nbsp; They still had a few more things to get, but hopefully Henry would get back soon with the list of groceries.&nbsp; Normally that would be Vira's job, but she'd begged Axel to go looking this time.&nbsp; She was a good searcher!&nbsp; Besides, Henry would help put the part in while Vira had to cook supper.<br><br>Squirrel was somewhere, probably finding some guns to shoot stuff with.&nbsp; That or more copper wire to make a new radio.&nbsp; The last one had gotten messed up when Vira tripped over it and broke it.&nbsp; She'd had to run for almost a block as Squirrel chased her with a rolled up newspaper for that.</span><br><br><div align="center">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs27/i/2008/186/f/b/Airship_2_by_3djinn.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnightNelson20</strong> on <strong>21-11-2011, 13:39:06</strong>
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				Axel peeked his head out from under the airship. He was surprised Vira came back with it in one piece. But even if she came back with it broken his reply would be the same. "Great job V you did well." He slid completely out and walked over to her patting her head and petting it. He couldn't help but smile. Soon they would be getting out of this hole in the Earth and out to see the world. Then everyone would have to see Axel as a great mechanic. I mean, look at what he made. It was not an easy task. Vira and Henry have helped a lot. And Squirrel...well he was always comic relief. <br><br>Axel walked over and picked up the copper sprocket. It did have a small crack in it but so did most of the pieces used to make the airship. Great parts were hard to find here. Once they were away to see the world he would make improvements. But for now it would due just fine. Axel looked back at Vira after looking over the sprocket and shot her a quick wink. "Grab me a beer V?" His smile was bright as he went back down to roll under the airship again. Vira was always so quick to help he expected she would grab the drink without question. As Axel rolled under he wondered how long it would be before the others showed up. He loved the time alone with Vira but it seemed like every time he got close to telling her he liked her one of them would walk in and Axel would look stupid. It's a good thing she is so scatter brained or she would have noticed by now. Just the thought made Axel chuckle as he worked the copper sprocket into its new home. "Like a glove" Axel said as it slid in and he rotated the gears around it to make sure every thing fit right. He dare say it was ready to fly. But there was no way to test fly something this big and he knew it. He had to be sure. For if anyone caught wind of this it would surely be destroyed. Or attempted stolen.&nbsp; And he couldn't let that happen. No he had to be sure it would fly. And when it did fly it would take them all away.
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				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>21-11-2011, 15:07:04</strong>
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				"Get the groceries?" Henry asked himself in outrage for the hundredth time. "What do I look like, some kind of...grocery getter?" He sighed, his arms full of bags of food, none of it any tasty, delicious meat. Which is to be expected. When most of the world looks like a wasteland, you can't exactly be raising a healthy herd of livestock. You had to settle with what you could get, and what you could get were some scraggly weeds people dared to call "vegetables". "This journey better-oh, hello!"<br><br>Though he kept walking forward, his head followed a buxom young number in quite the corset, cleavage spilling out for the world to see and drool over, leather pants clinging tightly to her figure. "Now <em>that's</em> a grocery I wouldn't mind getting." Henry said to himself, smirking. He turned back to his path in time to collide with another buxom number, though more due to the sheer size of the woman. Her breasts kind of lay over her bulging belly, an umbrella swinging around to whack Henry in the side of the head.<br><br>Bruised and beaten, Henry managed to collect his groceries, whimpering his "oh woe is me"'s to himself, his eyes following any lady he happened to walk by. He actually walked right by Vira's place without realizing, and had to turn back. He finally stepped through the door, sighing.<br><br>"I'm back," he said unceremoniously. "So Vira, where do you want this stuff we've mistakenly labeled as 'food'?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>21-11-2011, 17:54:49</strong>
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				Getting petted was something Vira liked.&nbsp; It made her feel special, like a kitty dun good.&nbsp; It made her feel like they had a chance, like the world was their oyster, and they had the knife to pry its jaws open and rip the pearl out by brute force!&nbsp; She grinned and then skipped off to do other stuff, when Henry arrived.&nbsp; "Yay!&nbsp; Vittles!"&nbsp; Scampering over, Vira took the bags away, "I gots them Henry, thank you," and kissed him on the forehead.&nbsp; Then she disappeared, up into the ship itself with its waiting galley needing stocked.&nbsp; Most of the vegetables were hard and not very appetizing but they made a decent filler for stew.&nbsp; What little meat they could afford was bought with care for special occasions, but they hadn't had real meat in almost six months.&nbsp; The only tasty veggies were combined with the cheap scrap meat they bought which added flavor and little else.<br><br>With that done, Vira poked her head over the railing to watch Henry and Axel down below.&nbsp; With the ship nearly ready, they'd get their gunner aboard soon and they'd be off!&nbsp; Off for adventure!&nbsp; And some other stuff.
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				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>21-11-2011, 18:24:21</strong>
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				The creaking sound as the large gate to the town slid open turned a couple of heads. But as always, people got in a real hurry when Clarice came to town. The mad dog look in her eye could cut down a beast ten times her size and so far none in the community could match that. The scars from claws across her left eye bore witness to a past ferocious battle with a monolith of a beast, no boubt. Something like what she was dragging behind her.<br><br>That was a mighty fine thunderlizard she had felled.<br><br>With determined steps she hauled the quite dead beast towards the large rackity shack that Vira called a "airship dock". Her leather chaps were stained with soot, the jeans underneath them had gotten some new holes. The hide vest had lost a few buttons off the top. To contain her chest was hard enough on its own, but when she had to take a deep breath to go diving after a newly felled prey, that was too much for it to handle. Luckily her chainmail blouse was of sterner material, otherwise she would have looked rather silly now.<br><br>As she walked in through the door she found nothing unusual. Vira was spinning around like a badly balanced gyroscope, Axel underneath that flyamajig and Henry with a daft grin on his face, probably imagining such things that were best unimagined. She dropped the tail of the beast on the floor with a loud sloppy sound and another button shot away as she filled her lungs with shouting air.<br><br>"Amma out there in da wastes for two weeks, huntin down 750 lbs of prime thundah lizard for our trip wizzat zinkydink and you ain't even gotten it up of Gawd's glorious Earff yet?! Ah do believe, laddies and gentlegals, that we are suffering of what sum intellechuls would call a lack of balance in da work distrabution here!"<br><br>It was at moments like these that people were usually finding themselves thinking something along these lines: How? She never carries any weapons, yet she comes back with things like that. Some folks say she was brought up by dragons, but surely that wasn't true. Although the very human bitemarks on the great lizard testified otherwise. One could even trace the bitemarks back to Clarice for the girl possessed canines out of the old wives' stories about them vampires, although if she would ever try chumming down on a human neck it would probably break from the pressure.<br><br>"Summun bettah be gettin be a beer, or Ah do declare there will be a rumpin here which haven't been seen since the likes of Caesar..."<br><br>Damned if she knew who Caesar was or why he was such a good brawler, but Clarice were certain she would have mopped the floors with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnightNelson20</strong> on <strong>22-11-2011, 00:31:13</strong>
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				Clarice had come in loud as always. A peek from under the air ship showed him at least she was being useful. That is if the lizard she brought in was edible. He tried to look up at her but her thorn clothing distracted him and he quickly turned away. "Henry pass me the.. the thing." Axel shook his head trying to get thoughts of the barbarian girl undressed out of it. Sure he was crushing on Vira, but he was still a man. He rolled from under the air ship. Not really needing anything from Henry and cracked his neck.&nbsp; For all intents and purposes he believe fully that it was ready. Axel turned his head and looked around. If only Squirrel was here they could get out of here and into the sky. Axel wasn't a patient person. And he knew as soon as he told Vira it was flight ready she would feel the same as he did. "Hey Clarice want to use that over sized mouth of yours to yell for Squirrel. Im sure he would hear you on the other side of the canyon." Axel chuckled and placed his hands behind his head before making for the ramp to the airship. He was sure Clarice would say something back. Maybe even come after him. But his fear was settled by the knowledge that she needed him. Even a brute wouldn't bite the hand that feeds. Axel looked back down at Clarice again. Well hopefully not. "Come on Henry.. and bring the thing." Axel laughed heading up the ramp.
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				Post by: <strong>Mycroft</strong> on <strong>22-11-2011, 05:29:11</strong>
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				Basiato watched the smoke trail lazily up from his pipe. When he was younger, he had played a game with his mother. Staring up at the clouds, they would pick out shapes and forms, coloring in the gaps with their imaginations. He did not frequently spend time staring at the clouds now that he was older... but he did spend a remarkable amount of time in seedy hotels with prostitutes.<br><br>A rorschach of stains invariably was spread across the canvas of the ceiling, its origins blessedly unknown. Squirrel would spend a few minutes covered in a sheen of sweat, picking out shapes and forms. It felt like home for a time...<br><br>One time he had called a whore, "Mom", which was unfortunate, given that fetish play of that nature was an extra charge. Nudging the brunette who was trailing her nails against his chest, he murmured curiously, "Do you think that looks like a rabbit?"<br><br>"What?"<br><br>"Right there. See the two ears?" He traced them in the air, smoke trailing between his fingers as he emptied his pipe over the edge of the bed.<br><br>"Uhmmm, looks a bit like a duck to me."<br><br>"What? Ducks don't have ears!"<br><br>"That's the bill. See it's open and quacking."<br><br>"Fuck all, you're open and quacking! That's a rabbit, that is!"<br><br>There was a moment of silence as the whore gave the stain a second long look. "Is this some kind of fetish, because that's extra."<br><br>"Absolutely not! Just cuddle talk."<br><br>"That's extra too."<br><br>"... is it?" Basiato sighed out a plume of acrid purple smoke, the pleasant tingle of the black root seeping into his lungs with a slow burn, "If I'm paying for this, then it's a rabbit."<br><br>He had visited this particular whore three times before, and yet her name consistently escaped him. It hardly mattered to her. She was thick skinned as a professional could only be, and she knew he at least tipped well. With a pensive look on her face, she nodded slowly, "Okay. I guess I can see a rabbit."<br><br>"You are so worth every penny."<br><br>"Am I going to see you again this month?"<br><br>"Probably not. I've got one parcel to deliver at five, and I'm off for a bit of holiday. Out of touch for a stretch..."<br><br>"Well it's twenty minutes till, Bass. You should get going."<br><br>"Nice try, kiddo. I paid for another five minutes."<br><br>"Four minutes actually."<br><br>"Enough time I should think."<br><br>"More than enough for you." He had a name that was kicked around amongst messengers. The man who could out run death. He also had a name amongst whores. The fastest man alive. At a glance one might think the two names were related to his legendary fleetness of foot and agility. <br><br>Only one actually refered to the speed of his feet.<br><br>"You have better not be charging me extra for abuse. It's not one of my fetishes. Hop up and grab your heels, please."<br><br><br>++++++ Fifteen Minutes Later +++++++<br><br>Basiato carried his dual cases, the parcels and weaponry in his "Work case" so heavy, he would have listed to the right if not for the compensation of his "Leisure case". It too was suspicious, but unlike the dangerous and sharp bulges of his work case, it simply stank of black roots and wine. <br><br>There was a steady chirp from the bronze sphere on his shoulder, a Nielson Limited Edition Clockwork, "Honorable Operator, I am not overly inclined to this course of action." Nielsen Thirty-two's "voice" was a steady whine out of the brass slit that passed for his mouth. <br><br>Measuring a full five inches tall and a half inch less across, the clockwork man was almost spherical, his polished chassis housing intricate gear work. It made him look pudgy, despite the fact he was incapable of eating. <br><br>The single sensor atop his forehead swiveled with a ticktock sound as his slender metal limbs waved spastically at his owner, "Perhaps it would better if we were to simply beg for food. Or become bakers. Or hitchhike through the wasteland. Or make a pact with the devil. In fact, any plan other than this plan would be considered preferable by this humble servant of your goals. Miss Vira is readily classifiable as mentally divergent."<br><br>"An airship at our disposal would be invaluable. This is a symbiotic business arrangement."<br><br>"Forgive my impertinence, but perhaps you are less concerned with the business gains and more intent upon the company and genitalia of a certain dangerous young lady."<br><br>"Your impertinence is forgiven."<br><br>"Honorable Operator has failed to answer. Silence is often accepted as acquiescence."<br><br>"Then you should start acquiescing right now or I might lose your wind up key."<br><br>"... Acknowledged. Acquiescing most vigorously."<br><br>The clockwork shut up with an audible CLICK as its mouth plate slid shut. Basiato set down his cases at the door of the airship dock, cautiously eyeing the massive thunder lizard carcass. It seemed he was wise to pack liquor, as he would not be dining sober, "Basiato Wittner reporting for active duty, Captain." He didn't care for the nickname Squirrel, but once Vira had something in mind, it was best to go with it.<br><br>Keeping his eyes firmly below her neckline, he smiled to Clarice, "Hello again. Good catch today, huh? I don't know how you'll fit it in the cold storage box! A bit of squeezing I suspect."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>22-11-2011, 13:16:03</strong>
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				"Big mouth..."<br><br>She cursed under her breath and her shoulders slouched. Usually she would have blown several fuses and there would have been blood and lamenting. But she was so tired. The truth was that she had spotted this beast just a day's worth outside of the canyon. Due to all the overhunting in the area, she knew damned well that it would be her only shot.&nbsp; But such a lizard is a hard one to catch, let alone strangle. It took 10 days of stalking the prey until it rolled over in a mud pond. It took a whole day more to strangle the bastard, what with all the fire breathing and shit. And a whole day to return it here.<br><br>"Sure..."<br><br>With a defeated sigh she turned around to let out a thunderous roar roll over the community. However, the man was already here. She only half listened to him at first, so she looked down on her own chest and pushed the pair together.<br><br>"Ah always have to squeeze em. They never seem to fit in da cold..."<br><br>She quickly stopped what she was doing and crossed her arms.<br><br>"Right... da lizard. Ah'll cut em up neatly and dry da bones an' it shunt take up too much place."<br><br>Bass was an ok kinda man. Drunk all the time, sure, but at least he had the common courtesy to compliment her cooking. Grabbing the tail of the lizard again she walked over to her working bench and brought out her set. Cleavers, butcher's knives and other grizzly implements rattled out on the table. Another day will be over before she is done with this. After that she could get some proper sleep...
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				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>22-11-2011, 14:11:57</strong>
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				Henry grinned as he watched Clarice walk in, his eyes roaming everywhere but her face. Hell, even the thunder lizard didn't startle him. This was the kind of woman that was fun to flirt with. It just made her so...so willing to cut his face off! Which was also the danger. After all, she'd do it, and that's if she liked you. Go a little too far and say hello to a second circumcision.<br><br>He waved to Squirrel as he walked in, though Henry preferred to call him Chipmunk just to be a bit of an ass. It didn't really matter, neither was his real name. Henry wasn't even sure he <em>knew</em> his real name. He just...<br><br><em>WHOA!</em> Clarice...squeezing her breasts....saying things about squeezing...<br><br>All conversation was out of his mind then. As she approached her, um..."utensils", Henry walked over to Clarice. Axel shouted something his way, about getting some thingamajig.<br><br>"Yeah, sure Axel, whatever you say," he said with a grin. He slid his arm around Clarice's shoulders, letting his fingers dangle precariously close to her bust. "So y'know Clarice, if you ever need help with any squeezing, I'm more than certified to help out." He then ducked, avoiding the inevitable swing she'd take before running up onto the ship, fleeing a torrent of screamin' and cussin'.<br><br>"I like that woman! She's got about as much boob as she has sass!" He gave Axel a pat on the shoulder and smiled.
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				Post by: <strong>FrostShifter</strong> on <strong>22-11-2011, 22:28:26</strong>
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				Zylphia walked down the mostly silent street, looking for the one person that had peeked her intreast in this decrpit town. She had asked the locals if that had seen Vira and for a while all signs pointed junkyard. But once she found it, the owner huffed and told her she had just missed the girl. She cursed silently, before asking him where she might have went. With mostly garbled instruction, she did her best to find the street which was really the most intelligble word of the whole conversation. <br><br>She heard voices coming from a warehouse sized building. She hopped up a few crates to see into a nearby window. She grinned at the scene inside. A place full of gorgeousness that she couldn't wait to get her hands on. But she was snapped back to what she was looking for as the girl in question rounded a corner. She jumped back down and made her way around to the door, knocking on the door, hoping she could be heard over the commotion inside. She thought it would be best if she didn't barge in as she wanted to get to know these people and not end up on the other end of a barrel of a gun. 
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				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>22-11-2011, 23:31:15</strong>
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				She all but made the spin around with the cleaver, but Henry was already halfway up the ramp on the other side of the room. The following minute the room echoed with curses that would have made Lucifer have a hiccup. Probably for the best, this cleaver was a wicked one, nearly ten pounds and three feet of steel, perfect for chopping up a thunder lizard.<br><br>She took aim carefully before taking a chop at the lizard's neck. The cleaver made a chunky sound as the head rolled off the table and a small spurt of blood stained the carefully washed apron, now ruined with near black blood. As the knock came on the door she looked around. She was closest. Gaddarnit. With a few long steps she approached it before opening. An ominous made the sight just the more terrifying, because to Clarice courtesy didn't include washing off blood and leaving the soaked cleaver at the table.<br><br>Clarice looked down on the woman outside, running a look over her. Somehow she thought thief. Not thief though, something else. There was that special glint in her eyes, like the one she had seen in the mad gold diggers eyes, although not as frantic. Picking up a cigar from her vest pocket she gave the girl a crooked grin.<br><br>"Whocha 'ere for, mon cheri? No wait, lemme guess!"<br><br>She stroked a match slowly against the crooked doorframe and lit the cigar, taking a few puffs before throwing the match on the ground where it was immediately choked by a gust of dust.<br><br>"Ah do believe cha here for Miss Vira, ain'tcha not?"<br><br>She took deep breath of smoke and as she shouted over her shoulder she had taken a sudden liking to the same lizard she strangled the other day as smoke plumed out of her.<br><br>"VIIIRA! Some fancy lookin gal out 'ere painin to meetcha!"
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				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>23-11-2011, 13:50:53</strong>
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				<strong>"VIIIRA!&nbsp; Some fancy lookin gal out 'ere painin to meetcha!"</strong><br><br>With a squeak, Vira bounced up from under the railing only to make a CLANG when she hit her head, <strong>"OW!"</strong> she protested, rubbing the back of her head before scurrying for the back of the airship.&nbsp; Axel was coming up the ramp and was suddenly in her way, but she hopped up on a box and then jumped over him, for a moment flying through the air like a super hero.&nbsp; She rolled on the other side and kept going, then lept off the end of the airship.&nbsp; A tether was there, and she used that to slide down to the ground not too far from Clarice.<br><br>Grinning mischievously, Vira looked at Zylphia and cocked her head, looking a little puzzled.&nbsp; She looked to Clarice and back to Zylphia, then said, <strong>"You sure she's not something you'd be out there hunting?"</strong>&nbsp; The girl's outfit was exotic and... barely there.&nbsp; Vira wondered if the girl would feel any different running around naked.&nbsp; Still, she eventually got that airheaded look back and smiled, <strong>"Anyway, I'm Vira.&nbsp; Whatcha need?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>23-11-2011, 14:36:45</strong>
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				Henry crouched as Vira leaped through the air, trying to get a glance beneath that flowing skirt of hers, but to no avail. It was simply too long and he was too tall to crouch so low. He shrugged, stepping forward and...<br><br>WAIT!<br><br>Gal! New gal!<br><br>He spun around, almost spiraling over the side railing of the air ship. It was a gal! And from this distance quite a looker, too. Henry reached out, grabbing Axel by the collar, arm, pants hoop, something with a grip, he didn't care, and pulled him over to his side.<br><br>"Check it out, m'boy!" Henry said excitedly. "Look at that lady! Lookit them legs! That toned, flat stomach! Oh my goodness, what a looker! Think she's gonna climb aboard?" He stood up straight. "I got a Captain's Log for her if y'know what I mean." He winked, laughed, and slapped Axel hard on the back before shouting over the railing.<br><br>"What's'a'matter Squirrel? Need some help with yer stuff?"
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				Post by: <strong>Mycroft</strong> on <strong>23-11-2011, 17:40:22</strong>
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				"Not particularly, no. I'm going to suit up..." Squirrel replied. He had grown quiet, with the unfocused look of someone who had recently overindulged opium. This was not the case of course. He had actually over indulged with barbiturates, which had just begun to react with the alcohol in his system. His ability to function in this state was always impressive however, his hand rock steady. The matter of his judgement was occasionally suspect. He swayed ever so slightly as he searched his pockets for a match. Keeping a buzz going was something of an art, and required terrific willpower and attention. Squirrel walked a tightrope, chemically slowing his unfathomable hyperactivity while at the same time keeping his feet beneath him.<br><br>"I'm... going to suit up." He repeated, as if he assumed they had not heard him the first time, or more likely as if he had forgotten that he had already announced it a few seconds prior. Inhaling deeply from his brass pipe, the messenger put himself to the task of unbuttoning his shirt as the rest of the crew turned their attention to the new arrival. Unlatching his work case with his boot, the lid popped open with a loud "clunk". He hung his shirt across the lid with the reverence a hand tailored garment deserved, before unbuckling his belt. Modestly turning away from the front door, he bared his ass to the crew as he let his leather pants hit the floor. <br><br>The gunner squatted down to examine the contents of his case, digging through the jumble of devices until at last he found his bodysuit. Standing up slowly for fear the room might spin, he shook out the chocolate hued suit, loose bullets and hairpins falling out of the sturdy looking garment. He turned around, the hand tooled rhino hide garment draped over his arm. By sheer chance it offered him some modesty, hiding his genitalia from prying eyes as he squinted at his crew mates, "I'm... I'm going to suit up." He cast away modesty, stepping into the wrong leg of his suit. After a few seconds of intent study, he discovered his mistake, and adjusted himself into the suit properly, tugging it up to his waist, the torso of the suit hanging in front of him like a loincloth.<br><br>With a lurching step back to his case, he began arming himself with the certainty of hand that made it clear, he had done this many times before in substantially worse states of mind. This was not a particularly comforting thought, as he fastened on a Crichton Steam Co. air gauntlet that had been taken off the market after months of bad press involving catastrophic misfires and birth defects in local livestock. <br><br>Bassiato rolled the cylinder of a pneumatic cannon across his forearm, the steady clickity-click of the gears against the hammer like a lullaby. He had picked up a penchant for naming his weaponry thanks largely to Vira. Naming wasn't a practice he had cared for, but given that the names she gave his tools were decidedly unmasculine, he had taken to branding his weaponry with his own titles out of self defense. <br><br>The little beauty he was in the process of whirling about his forefinger was a weapon designed for crowd control. With an air tank rated to a maximum of 5,000 PSI and an extended barrel for increased accuracy it fired a number of rounds that were categorized by the engineers of Cerulean Skies, Limited Liability as being "Less Lethal". It was designed to cause the greatest amount pain for the least amount of injury. He called it "Child Support", as it was most frequently brought into play when an impregnated mistress had managed to track him down. Today it was brought to bear for a much nobler cause than avoiding paying for his offspring, however. <br><br>Shooting Henry if he touched his stash...<br><br>He felt a belch welling up and he rested his chin on his chest, the nausea making him question if it might end explosively. Faced with the prospect of "shouting groceries" over his recently oiled suit, he swallowed it back with great effort, rubbing his chest as he breathed through his nose. With the crisis apparently averted, he gave a shaky wave to the new arrival, noticing her for the first time, "... twins?" He checked his hand to confirm that he was actually seeing double. <br><br>"Oi! I'm..." He paused, taking advantage of his disturbed vision to stare at Clarice's cleavage again. The only thing better than a pair was a foursome, his mother used to say... right before the unfortunate business with her bed falling through to the first floor under the weight of her suitors, "I'm going to suit up." <br><br>His tiny clockwork man was hard at work, folding Squirrel's discarded trousers. Tented beneath the leather garment, the tiny servant was struggling with the task. Tick-tocking along as he managed to at last find the crease, he heaved mightily, folding the pants with a triumphant shout. He looked up at his Operator, being well attuned to the body language of Bassiato Wittner. Pipe clutched in a death grip, his right hand was moving back and forth as if he were trying to say something important, while his left hand had settled over his mouth, as if he were afraid more than words might come past his lips. <br><br>Nielson Thirty-Two's mouth plate slid open as he helpfully chimed, "My Honorable Operator is currently in the process of "suiting up", and will be nominal in five to seven and a half minutes. We appreciate your patience, and I would personally request with all humbleness that someone prepare a cup of tea. I would make it, but I can not readily reach the table. It will facilitate him immensely, and make for a more pleasant afternoon. Thank you for indulging this humble clockwork." Squirrel seemed relieved, and gave the little clockwork fellow a thumbs up, before focusing on the dual tasks of keeping his lunch down and getting dressed. Nielson dragged the trousers inch by painful inch towards the case, hopeful that his Operator would win his battle against his tummy... or at least not lose it all over the clockwork, like the last time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnightNelson20</strong> on <strong>23-11-2011, 19:50:05</strong>
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				Axel's head almost spun with all the commotion. He couldn't help but laugh and applause Vira's daring escape&nbsp; of the Airship. Once again proving to him how cute she was. He planned to continue on to the ship but was soon dragged back by Henry. He shook his head and fixed his shirt before looking at who was causing such a riot. She was indeed strangely dressed. Axel wondered why she was here. He hoped no one had caught wind of the airship yet, but with how frantic they have been moving since they were closer to finish someone had to have noticed by now.<br><br>&nbsp;Axel really didn't want any problems. But one look at Squirrel made him think he already had them. His eyes traveling back to the group his eyes stopped by the work bench. Clarice's beast beheaded and dripping everywhere. Axel sighed. Sure the place was a mess with all the oil and dust around. But blood was something different. It sticks and stains. Not that he cared, he just loved having reason to yell at Clarice. "Hey Barbarian. I go through the trouble of making you a kitchen in this thing and you make a mess all over my hanger!! Wrap that thing up and get your ass in here. And you better not drip blood on my ship!!" He shook his wrench in the air like a mad man but a quick smile as his wrench came down to rest on his shoulder showed anyone Axel was just giving her a hard time. It was mainly him being nice without anyone knowing. Im sure she didn't expect to have her own place in the ship but Axel made sure everyone had something.<br><br>&nbsp;He gave Squirrel his own room for weapons. It even had a door that went down into one of the ships Gatling gun hangers. Sure right now it only shot scrap metal that Axel melted down into a bullet mold but every ship needs its weapons non the less. For Henry he put his room right next to Clarice's room. Lets just hope she doesn't find out about the peep hole Axel put in. If she did it Axel wouldn't be able to use it either. Henry's safety in the matter didn't cross his mind cause presently his eyes were focused on the barbarians body. Something else that needed a good wrenching in his opinion. He chuckled and shook his head as his eyes refocused on Vira talking to the newcomer. Her room took the most time. Vira didn't go under the ship much which made it easier for Axel to make her room without her knowing. Given that like him Vira was always in the hanger. But under the ship was a room made completely of glass. A thick bullet proof glass that Axel had worked on for a long time to perfect. When they got into the air and took her down to see it, the Earth under her feet. He smiled imagining the look on her face for a brief second before turning away. <br><br>"Hurry up barbarian." He said starting to walk inside to show her where the kitchen is. "Don't forget to wrap that thing up." Axel gave Henry a brief pat on the back and motioned towards the door. "Keep an eye on her for me kay. And that one too." Axel chuckled pointing over at Squirrel who was gently swaying back and forth. Axel really had no idea how he never fell over. Everyone here was so entertaining. The way Axel liked it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FrostShifter</strong> on <strong>23-11-2011, 20:46:50</strong>
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				She blinked a little in suprise by the greeting. The bloody cleaver wielding woman could be intemidating with that first glance. She watched her silently as she lit a cigar, taking her time to talk. She nodded as the curvy woman guessed right. Zylphia smiled wide as Vira came up. <br><br>"Hi there! I don't really need anything per-say, I'm just new to town. Your personality peaked my intrest." She clapped her hands together. "I want to meet you, become friends." <br><br>Mostly Zyl didn't want to be alone anymore. That evil dark cloud of depression flitted through her eyes but as usual she shoved it aside for more important things. <br><br>She couldn't help but raise as eyebrow as she spotted the obviously messed up man changing clothes. She smirked as she saw some equipment she couldn't wait to get her hands on. Glancing up, she spotted the other men staring. That was nothing new. She preferred less clothes and it got lots of looks. Not that she minded though. She wasn't shy. Though sometimes she acted that way to mess with someone. She waved at the men, smiling at them before turning her attention back to Vira.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>23-11-2011, 22:01:07</strong>
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				"Yeah I'll get right on that," Henry waved to Axel, watching the introductions between Vira and this new girl. "Well she's just a little fire cracker too, ain't she?" He was definitely a lecher, and the ladies about town knew he was one to look, but deep inside Henry was a bit cowardly when it came to actually approaching women. There weren't many he dared to touch. Clarice was a rare exception, and he had never dared to touch her someplace private. He liked having all of his limbs and body parts, after all. Plus, she knew he was harmless.<br><br>Vira was off limits, too. She was way too innocent, truth be told, and he caught the looks Axel gave her. He had given women those sorts of looks before, and it always hurt to see another man give a slap on the butt or a squeeze of the chest. Or worse, to walk by her home and to hear the moans from her bedroom window. No, Vira was off-limits to anyone but Axel, and Henry wanted to make sure of that as best he could.<br><br>This new girl, though? No way was she as innocent as Vira. Energetic? Certainly, but that outfit...innocent girls didn't dress like that. Maybe Henry could finally get himself a li'l tug without having to pay for it for once.<br><br>He smiled as he waved back to her, blushing a little bit. "Now then, what can I do to be noticed a little more?" He stepped up onto the hand rail to drop down to the hangar below, but his foot caught, tipping him over. Instead of landing on his feet like a cat, he grunted a sudden "WHOA!" and fell flat onto his face. Groaning, he stood up, his blurry vision coming to focus on...Squirrel's ass of steel.<br><br>"Oh man," he groaned, struggling to stand back up. He shook his head, slumped shoulders, walking back towards the women. "Anything I can help you ladies with?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>24-11-2011, 02:14:34</strong>
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				Watching axel as he returned inside, Clarice sighed loudly. All and well, but there was no clean way to skin and cut a lizard that size. Add to that she had something more urgent to do right now. Going into the kitchen she opened up a small satchel she had on her hip. Bringing up some herbs she had found in the wastes she sniffed them. Her sense of smell and taste were unrivaled. Her "dad" told her it was typical gator-things. If you are half blind and death you might as well have a treat on God's bill. Taking some of the half-greyed leaves she put it in her tongue and and swirled som saliva around it. Fresh taste, numbing on the gums, left an after taste of thyme. She readied the pot, cooking up some fresh tea.<br><br>After a moment she came wandering out again. Holding a cup of the brew she walked up to Squirrel and handed him the cup.<br><br>"Hercha go, Bass. It'll clobber dat naucea and putcha stomach to rest..."<br><br>She gave him a pat on shoulder, careful not to make her usually crippling pat. He didn't need that shit now. After that she returned to her table, making sure to spread out as much blood as possible as she skinned and cut the choice meat. All and well. But she was no barbarian. None of the gators from home was...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>26-11-2011, 05:35:15</strong>
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				<strong>"Hi there! I don't really need anything per-say, I'm just new to town. Your personality peaked my interest.&nbsp; I want to meet you, become friends."</strong><br><br>Disappearing behind Clarice, Vira peeked out and whispered, <strong>"Crap!&nbsp; They're onto me!&nbsp; Hide me!"</strong>&nbsp; She watched for a moment, then wedged her head under Clarice's arm and said, <strong>"You're not from the guv'ment, right?&nbsp; Cuz... we dun like them too much.&nbsp; They want all those pesky... taxes things."</strong><br><br>After a moment, she wiggled free and said, <strong>"Clarice, you handle her!&nbsp; Get her nekid and cleaned up!&nbsp; Clean peeps only!"</strong>&nbsp; That's when she noticed Mr. Henry up top trying to get a gander at the new girl, and she yelled with the skill of someone who was used to yelling for effect, <strong>"Damn you perverts!&nbsp; Get to work or I'll have you scrubbing the decks till yer arms fall off!"</strong><br><br>That's when Vira noticed that Clarice had gone off to handle the lizard.&nbsp; Well damn.&nbsp; Spinning around, she looked at Zylphia, then gave this airheaded grin that she was famous for.&nbsp; Too bad it hid the real intelligence when it decided to become apparent.&nbsp; <strong>"Come with me.</strong><br><br>Leading Zylphia aboard the ship, she led her to the only showers on board, which weren't very big and could only fit one at a time.&nbsp; The water was recycled, so eventually it'd get dirtier, but they could just dump it if they found a lake.&nbsp; She opened the door, then gave Zylphia a look that spoke volumes, that she was not to be disobeyed.&nbsp; <strong>"Get them clothes off and get washed, then we's gonna have a wee bitta talk."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FrostShifter</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 19:18:11</strong>
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				Despite the horrid accusation, Zlyphia couldn't help but chuckle as Vira acted like a little child, hiding behind Clarice. <br><br>"Hell no! I don't work for any government!" she said, standing tall and proud, before slouching and whispering, "They aren't to fond of my habits either."<br><br>Somehow it didn't suprise her that Vira seemed to be the one in charge here. She ordered everyone to return to work. Zyl didn't realize she had garnered that much attention. Of course, again, she shouldn't be too surprised, she just didn't realize the staring had continued. She gave one last wave before what Vira said caught up with her.<br><br>"Cleaned up?" she said in confusion. <br><br>She looked down at her clothes and herself. She didn't think she was that dirty. And the nurses had seen to it that her clothes had been cleaned before she left.<br><br>She shrugged and followed Vira. She couldn't help but study the ship as they walked through it. It was well built, if a bit scrappy but taking into account where they were, it was a damn good job. She couldn't wait to scout it out.<br><br>Zylphia just nodded, stripping quickly. She knew how precious water was around here and wanted to get this done quick. She hissed a little as cold water met warm skin. A chill raced down her back and her nipples were hard in no time flat. She grabbed the soap and a washcloth and began rubbing her body down, starting with her head and working her way down. She nearly knocked herself over in her hurry, throwing the shower door open. With a cheesy grin, she closed it. Finally, after quickly washing the soap off, she climbed out.<br><br>"D-d-d-do you have a t-t-t-towel?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 21:50:35</strong>
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				<strong>"D-d-d-do you have a t-t-t-towel?"</strong><br><br><strong>"Nope!"</strong> Vira grinned as she said it, as if pleased, <strong>"Towels cost monies.&nbsp; Monies we dun got.&nbsp; So come, we's gonna talk now."</strong><br><br>Without even considering the situation, Vira suddenly pushed Zylphia towards her cabin, winding up in the glass-floored room with Zylphia still naked.&nbsp; She sat down on one of the chairs, looking so cute while still as airheaded as a zeplin, and said, <strong>"Ok, we's talk now.&nbsp; I wanna know why you knows of ma ship and why you come.&nbsp; You get all washy washy so I know you ain't got guns, keep me safe, see?&nbsp; Not so stupid."</strong>&nbsp; She seemed to say half the stuff to herself to remind herself why she did things.&nbsp; She was an odd duck.<br><br>Meanwhile, a duck randomly walked in through a hole in the hangar wall, waddling over to Axel's toolbox, letting out little quacks as it waddled before flapping up and finding a perch on one of the water buckets to take a nap.&nbsp; The duck was a mallard, with a cute green head and white collar because he wants to look all fancy pants.&nbsp; The rest of him is a beautiful brown and black, and he's sitting pretty in his new bucket.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnightNelson20</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 23:33:42</strong>
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				Axel sat in a chair in the hanger. A wrench in his hand and tapping it on his shoulder he was trying very hard to remember. "What the hell am I looking for!!!!!" He yells throwing his hands in the air. It wasn't until he realized he let go of his wrench when he remembered. "Ah my tool box!" He said before his wrench fell and hit him on the head. "Ow, fuck. Pesky thing." He said picking it up and looking around. He starting walking out passing by the kitchen to see if her left it there. One quick glance made him turn back before making it too far.&nbsp; &nbsp; "Clarice!!!! My ship!!" Angry about the mess he wasn't even afraid of her monstrous strength or the huge knife she wielded as he slammed his wrench on the table. " I told you not to make a mess. You will clean all this crap up!" He turned to walk out only giving a small turn when he stopped to talk again. "Don't think I'm letting you off this easy. If I wasn't looking for something I'd make you pay right now." His eyes narrowed a bit as he turned to walk out. It only took a few steps before he stopped.<br><br>"WHAT THE FUCK WAS I LOOKING FOR?!" In his quick rage over the mess he had forgotten again. He blamed Vira for his forgetfulness. As he kept walking he saw the water puddles on the floor leading from the shower to Vira's room. After the mess in the kitchen Axel was on edge. He bursted through the door without warning. "Vira why is there water all over my floor?" His loud tone and angry expression soon quelled by the eight of the naked Zylphia in Vira's room Axel raised a brow and slowly closed Vira's door again. "Um Vira..." He muttered quietly as he walked over beside her his eyes rarely looking away Zylphia. "Um whats..whats going on here??" His hand waving around in the general direction of Zylphia. Random thoughts of what these two could be doing in her room ran through his head. The thoughts awaking his "screwdriver" that pressed hard against his pants. Not that he cared. He leaned back against a wall and waited for Vira's answer. Or for what ever was going on to continue. Whichever came first didn't matter to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 00:49:00</strong>
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				Clarice just stood there for a while. What went through her head was kinda hazy, seeing as it were all in a shade of red. A gator usually got red thoughts once they had a pray sprawling in their mouth. That's when all the death rolls and all that started to kick in. However, there was several more things that could trigger such a feeling. One such thing had just occurred. Leaving the cleaver at the table she took off through the ship, looking through the rooms with a nasty determination that could make a blood hound cry in shame. As she heard Axel's voice through the door to Vira's room, she took a deep breath and counted to ten...<br><br>It didn't work like some would have made her believe. Instead of proceeding in a calm manner, she raised her leg and with the strength of a charging rhino she kicked the door in. Her face was the scariest part. Usually when she was angry she looked like a demon, as if she had suddenly grown horns and fangs, ready to rip a new one into you if you so much as moved. But this time, that wasn't the case. There was an apt seriousness, a calm furiousness that had grown unchecked into something that was as tranquil as a gator lying in ambush on a baby fawn. The irony wasn't lost on her, but at the moment she wasn't one to snicker at it.<br><br>"Axel, what da heck is ya problem?" she said calmly as she took a step in over the door "Ain'tcha out of ya friggin ass yet? Haven'tcha taken dat wrench of yours and twisted ya stinkin head out of dat puckered ass of yours?!"<br><br>Her voice raised with every step she took towards the man. Every step seemed to make the very foundations of space and time hide away, because it seemed like it took forever before she finally reached him.<br><br>"It ain'tcha ship, bub. It nevah was and nevah will be, 'cuz it belongs to all of us. If ya wants some stinkin food around 'ere, ya better listen up good now, bouy, 'cuz Ah do believe we have ourselves a fucking PROBLEM!!"<br><br>The wall next to his head buckled under the sheer force of the punch, sending some bolts and rivets darting across the room. She was just about this close to kill the smug bastard. He'd always been, but this time he had gone too far. It was about now that the image had actually sunken in.<br><br>"Why's thar a nekkid gal in ya room, Vira?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FrostShifter</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 00:57:58</strong>
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				With a laughing sigh, she followed, glancing at her clothes. She would come back for them once she dried off. She was far from modest but she had her hands tight around her waist trying to keep warm. This only made her chest jut up and out even more so than normal. She remained standing while Vira sit and talked. <br><br>"The ship was a suprised. I really was just curious about you." She looked around the glass room,, in slight awe before turning back to the girl. "I just got out of the hospital, and I'm all on my own. Most of the town seemed kind of boring, but when i spotted you out of my window, I just knew you'd be someone to have fun with." with a heavy sigh she looked at the ground. "I lost all my friends a short while back. I'm just..."<br><br>But before she could finish, one of the men from earlier burst through the door. she rolled her eyes at his expression. She waved hi at him, smiling big. She was tempted to flaunt it all, but she stayed still with her arms where they had been, trying to warm up still. She did jump slightly as the door she was standing next to shattered to the ground. She watched in almost-horror as the woman who'd opened the door attack him. <br><br>A chuckle escaped her as her mere presence stopped the iinsuing death.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 01:04:49</strong>
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				Vira just watched.&nbsp; That's what Vira did best.&nbsp; Watching.&nbsp; Waiting.&nbsp; Silently calculating while appearing too stupid to really be doing anything but mindlessly existing.&nbsp; After everyone realized that yes, Zylphia was standing naked in her room, did she say, <strong>"Cuz I saids so."</strong><br><br>Standing up, she went to a dresser and tossed Zylphia a robe to throw on for the time being, then she became scary with how fast she shifted gears and became almost menacing in her voice.&nbsp; She took a glass and poured a drink, then sat down again, crossing one leg over the other.&nbsp; <strong>"First, both of you,"</strong> referring to Axel and Clarice, <strong>"This is MY room.&nbsp; You do NOT burst in without my permission again.&nbsp; Second, get your fucking minds out of the gutter.&nbsp; She's naked because she just got out of the shower.&nbsp; Third, and this is most important, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FrostShifter</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 01:12:23</strong>
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				Zylphia blinked, surprised at the amazing speed Vira shifted gears. With a quite nod, she pulled on the rod, thankful for the warmth. She waited for either the other two to leave, or for Vira to address her. She studied the hem of the robe, trying to be more patient than she normally was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 01:15:10</strong>
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				Clarice was turned off her anger quite a bit. Which was all well and good. First Axel, now Vira. What the heck had happened with the world while she were out there in the Wastes. And people called her the "Barbarian". She turned a vicious eye to Axel, the kind of look she usually stunned buffaloes with.<br><br>"Getcha act together, Axel. Or there won't be no friends around to hold'cha back when danger's around..."<br><br>She gave Vira a taste of the same evil eye before turning and walking out of the room, back to her work in the kitchen. Of course she was gonna clean it up, damn dullger. She looked down at her hand. There was definitely a broken bone somewhere in there, but she couldn't do much about it. It was bleeding good too, probably left a red stain somewhere in that dent. As with all injuries she wrapped it up in some cloth and decided to ignore it. She had plenty of meat to chop up and pack in. So she returned to her cleaver, taking out her aggressions on the poor dead lizard instead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 05:23:08</strong>
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				It was a long walk from one side of Junction Canyon to other other but Topaz was walking with a purpose, because she had one.&nbsp; She had heard about the young woman that was supposedly building a flying contraption and she was tired of hearing about it.&nbsp; Topaz wanted to prove one way or another whether it was true.&nbsp; Bright blue eyes took the sight of the huge machine in front of her and she paused in her stride with a look of surprise.&nbsp; Her mouth was shaped into a surprised little 'oh' as her observant eyes flitted from one side to the other trying to get every piece of information she could.&nbsp; Truth be told there was very little she could tell just from looking at the outside of the ship.&nbsp; Her hands went up to stretch lightly then come back down to rest on her head as she tried to file different things in her mind.&nbsp; It would likely be to big for flying... certainly made from used parts... one woman could not put this monstrosity together by herself.&nbsp; Her side pouch started shifting around and her eyes finally left her new fascinating object to focus on the bag.&nbsp; There was a strange clicking noise and she smiled lightly before lifting the flap of the pouch to reveal her best companion.&nbsp; "Heya, Tick (http://www.johndaviesgallery.com/galleries/large/Small%20Eared%20Owl.jpg), what do you think?&nbsp; I couldn't make you fly, I couldn't make myself fly."&nbsp; She swayed lightly back and forth to bring attention to the black mechanical wings that were purely for show.&nbsp; They flapped lightly as they were designed to do at such a motion.&nbsp; "Do you think, whoever this woman is could make this... ah... thing fly?"<br><br>The bird could not answer any more than it could fly and Topaz knew it was illogical to talk to the creature but it was a habit she had long since developed.&nbsp; He took the place of any friends she might have had over the past few years and her mind rationalized that he was likely the only one in the world to understand her anyway.&nbsp; Detached, emotionless, and designed to make the best choice based on logical decisions- or in Ticks case a set of algorithms she had programmed into him.&nbsp; Her only weakness was her attraction to flight which she chose to outright ignore most of the time.&nbsp; She barely even remembered the dreams she had about the open air and defying gravity.&nbsp; Birds were given wings to fly- humans were given legs to walk simple as that.&nbsp; The bird turned to look at the supposed flying machine at the same time as Topaz.&nbsp; She would give anything to get a look at its engine though.&nbsp; Without fear she took a step forward to satisfy what would be curiosity to everyone else but she labeled as trying to determine what to teach these clearly uninformed people.&nbsp; This thing really could not fly. "Hello?" Her voice rung out clear as a bell to anyone in range to hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 05:58:05</strong>
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				Hearing the clear voice call out, Clarice peeked out of the kitchen, seeing an odd look girl with... wings?<br><br>"Uhm... hello..."<br><br>She dived back inside and quickly scrubbed her hands clean and threw the apron in the corner. Might as well not scare of any newcomers, Vira was perfectly good at handling that on her own. Stepping out of the kitchen she hit her head on a pipe. Ship wasn't low in the ceiling, she was just vertically blessed. Amazon, someone had once called her, but that was rubbish, anyone could see that she was a gator... human. She waltz up to the girl, taking a particular interest in the wings that were softly moving with her.<br><br>"Ah do declare, Ah can't say Ah evah metcha before, Missy..."<br><br>She looked back, making sure no one else was answering the call. She leaned in close, the pair almost slipping out of her chainmail blouse as she did.<br><br>"Do ya have an appointmint with Miss Vira? 'Cuz if you don't, Ah hopcha like cold showers and public humiliation."<br><br>She looked back again before stretching back to her full length, once more hitting a pipe.<br><br>"But where's mah manners? Welcome to da ship. Ah'm Clarice, huntswoman and chef of da crew."<br><br>She stretched out her hand in greeting. They were surprisingly soft for such a profession. One might think that, but truth be told, a bit of digging in guts and rubbing blood into your skin does miracles after a week or two out in the wild.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mycroft</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 06:06:50</strong>
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				Wittner had managed to ignore the clanging in the ship, thanks to the clanging in his skull. Mixing barbituates with liquor was never a particularly good idea. As he at last zipped up his rhino hide flight suit, the ceramic plates woven in making him feel slightly claustrophobic, he muttered to an audience of zero, "I'm... going to suit up now..." Nielson chimed in response, "Honorable operator! We have TEA!"<br><br>Despite the fact he parsed together only two out of five words in a sentence, he managed to attach the word TEA to the visual, the cup steaming merrily in the grip of his little clockwork. He up ended the scalding beverage, hardly taking notice of the heat as it burned down his gullet. He coughed slightly at the door creaking open, and the voice of their latest visitor, "Hello? Hallooooo?" He responded, taking a lurching step towards the air ship, still holstering his weaponry. The floor board creaked underneath his weight as he cast a bleary gaze at the intruder. If she were inclined to ask, he could tell her all about flight. Or at least a variety of it...<br><br>He had sailed the Cerulean Skies when he was five, though the proper term was "Gliding". He liked to think of it as falling particularly slowly. He felt the nausea of his drug regimen subsiding ever so slightly as he nudged his tick-tock machine with his boot, "Oi... is that another set of twins?" Again, Squirrel lifted his hand to observe that yes, he was still seeing double. It was a damn shame, as twins were on his bucket list.<br><br>He shook his head to clear it a bit before taking a shaky step towards the doorway. Leaning against the door, he eyed Topaz curiously, feeling decidedly better than he had two minutes prior. He felt almost randy,&nbsp; "Hallo! You... Look I'm pretty soused, so my best lines are a bit foggy. Long and short of it, I'm gonna look at your chest for a minute or two and hope the room stops spinning, right? You came here for... what exactly?"<br>&nbsp;<br>Squirrel was distracted by a familiar voice and equally familiar cleavage as Clarice descended from the kitchen. He looked at her hand as she stretched it out past his face towards the new arrival, then decided he prefered to rest his eyes on her cleavage, "Hallo, Clarice! Thanks for the tea, luv. I... I'm sorry, did I get MY share of public humiliation yet? I'm ripe for a bit of it, if you've got it in you! ... or want it in you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>01-12-2011, 02:08:11</strong>
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				This was the pits! The fine lass taken away by Vira! And to the showers, no less! Henry was left to be nothing but some sort of box throwing, package carrying delivery boy once more! At least in the skies he'd be useful, his keen navigational senses taking them wherever the wind and mother gaia called. Right now, though? The pits!<br><br>"Alright, what's actually of use that we need aboard..." he said quietly to himself. There were boxes of screws and nuts and bolts and screws and...and...<br><br>"What the Hell is this thing?" Henry called loudly, gripping onto a tool of sorts, his head bumping into a pipe above. "Ow! Dammit!" He sighed, looking it over. It was fancy looking, that was for sure. Was it a wrench? He couldn't be too sure. It was...a <em>thing</em>, that was for certain. He took a step and noticed a rattling from his foot. Looking down, a fancy looking box had been tipped to the side, a few other tools scattered about the floor. Some were fancy, some weren't. He recognized about...two and a half of them. It must be Axel's. He bent over, stuffing what he could into there, giving the tools no real care and ignoring the grooves and nooks in the box specifying where certain tools were intended to go. He closed the lid...<br><br>No, seriously, he closed the lid...<br><br>Dammit, he closed the lid...<br><br>He held the lid shut as best as he could, the tools within struggling with their rightful place within the box, as he began stepping over all the papers, tools, dust, dirt and trash in the hangar. Sudden movement caught his eye, and he noticed Axel walking past one of the portholes. Ah! Maybe he could get his attention that way!<br><br>It was a struggle, but he managed to follow Axel through the ship by watching his movement from the port holes, all the way into Vira's room. There was some sort of shouting going on. Clarice was mad, Vira was mad, everyone was so mad. Ah well. Henry pounded on the port hole peering into Vira's room, looking right at Axel.<br><br>"Hey! Hey Axel!" he shouted. He lifted the tool box up, a few tools spilling out before he remembered to try and force it shut. "Hey Axel! I find your thingy!" He shook it a bit. "What are you doing any-WHOA!" His eyes started to wander the room, wondering what was going on, and that's when he saw it. The new girl! Naked! And wet! Naked and wet! Wet and naked!<br><br>"Hold on I'll be right in there!" he shouted, completely ignoring any further protests anyone was giving from within. He dropped the tool box on a random...well it wasn't a table, but it sure held things up awful nice. Making it about halfway to the ship entrance he suddenly realized what he was going in there to do. Well, his <em>other</em> reason. Sighing, he spun around, wading on back until he reached the tool box once again, fetching any lost tools from the floor. As he turned around...<br><br>...the whole tool box dropped. Yet another stunning beauty in skimpy clothing! Look at how that leather clung to her shapely breasts! How it tugged them up into perfect spheres! And those shorts! Look at how much of her ass they showed off!<br><br>Slipping his aviator's hat off, Henry licked his palm, slicked back his air, preparing to step forward with a very officious greeting...<br><br>"Ah do declare, Ah can't say Ah evah metcha before, Missy..."<br><br>Of course. With Clarissa there, Henry had no chance of getting anywhere near the newer new girl. Shoulders slumped, he took a few steps forward, towards the entrance of the air ship...and then back again, to clean up the tools.<br><br>"Hallo! You... Look I'm pretty soused, so my best lines are a bit foggy. Long and short of it, I'm gonna look at your chest for a minute or two and hope the room stops spinning, right? You came here for... what exactly?"<br><br>Alright, so Henry wasn't ALWAYS the worst one here. Squirrel got awfully strange sometimes, but this had to be the worst. Henry gathered the tools back in, bundling it in his arms to make sure nothing got out. Walking towards Clarice, avoiding eye contact with her or the new girl, he raised his arm into the air. Henry was the tallest in the group, so it was easy to be seen as he snapped his fingers, whistling for Squirrel like he was...well, like he was a Squirrel.<br><br>"Yo! You need some sobering up. Leave Clarice to the new hires and get aboard. We got more stuff to get on the ship."<br><br>With that, Henry turned and walked up the ramp, onto the deck of Vira's air ship, looking for the stairs to the cabins so he could find Axel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>01-12-2011, 21:26:57</strong>
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				<strong>Topaz - Hanger - Tagged:&nbsp; Clarice, Wittner, and Henry</strong><br><br>Suddenly a woman's head appeared from almost no where and Topaz gave her a polite smile though the other woman looked at her strangely.&nbsp; She was used to looks like that since it was not every day women went around with wings on their back.&nbsp; The woman disappeared just as suddenly and Topaz heard the faint sounds of water running before the woman approached her while studying her wings intently.&nbsp; Her smile became genuine as the tall woman took interest in her black wings and she swayed lightly to cause them to stretch out for her to see their movement.&nbsp; If there was one thing Topaz got excited about, it was showing off her inventions.&nbsp; Making something out of nothing was the only talent she had and she liked the rare praise that sometimes came with it. &nbsp;"Of course you haven't met me before, I live on the other side of the canyon."&nbsp; Topaz's face was flat as she stated the raw fact though her eyebrows had lowered in confusion for a moment.&nbsp; This woman apparently needed to state the obvious and it was a complete waste of time.&nbsp; Her eyebrows rose in surprise as the woman continued speaking not sure how to handle the new information.&nbsp; "Well, I don't know who I'm here to see to be honest.&nbsp; But I don't have an appointment... and despise cold showers so I will be avoiding this... Vira was it?"&nbsp; She watched the woman stretch and forced a smile back onto her face as the woman introduced herself.&nbsp; "It's nice to meet you, Clarice.&nbsp; I'm known as Topaz and I came here to see..."<br><br>Topaz trailed off as a man stumbled into a nearby doorway and confusion mixed with minor disgust clear on her face.&nbsp; She assumed he was trying to greet her in some manner as he spoke of being inebriated, staring at her chest, then asked why she was here and one eyebrow raised in disbelief.&nbsp; Thankfully she was saved from giving a response as his attention shifted to the woman next to her.&nbsp; The man was fairly vulgar towards Clarice and Topaz watched her reaction from the corner of her, almost curious to how she would handle it.&nbsp; She caught sight of another man moving towards her and Clarice.&nbsp; Wondering if he was going to be as vulgar or drunk as the first man she had met, she watched him snap his fingers at the man who had wanted to stare at her breasts.&nbsp; He reprimanded him and ordered him to come along to start loading things into the ship.&nbsp; So far she had a fairly pleasant woman, a drunk man, and some other man who appeared to be in charge.&nbsp; <br><br>A strange group of people, that Topaz had a hard time believing could make the 'ship,' as that guy had called it, fly.&nbsp; She had thought to run over to the man walking up the ramp to ask him questions about the ship.&nbsp; As far as she knew he would understand the most since Clarice had already told her she was just the cook, but she knew it would be impolite to Clarice, who had greeted her first.&nbsp; Normally such social constructs were beneath her notice, but she had learned recently that rudeness was the quickest way to make enemies.&nbsp; "Could you point me to whoever can explain to me how this ship supposedly flies... someone who is not Vira?"&nbsp; She kinda hoped Clarice would not take offense to her bluntness because Topaz had tried make an effort to be polite whether the other woman knew it or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 00:24:27</strong>
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				Clarice watched Wittner, ready to intervent in case his fingers got curious of this new woman. Perhaps not the best of first impressions, she knew he would beat himself up over it later. Between him and Henry were the most decent people in this gang, to her own knowledge. Sure, Wittner was mostly drunk and stoned off his ass, but at least he didn't treat her like some kind of crazed animal in a cage. And even though she wouldn't say it to his face, Henry was a swell guy, even a gentleman at time. She could guess at his intents with Miss Topaz, in his fantasies at least. But he would never take any advantages out here, in the real world. Clarice patted Wittner on the head and gave him a smile, which could have been seen as a nice gesture if it wasn't for her sharp almost animal-like canines.<br><br>"Bass, how boutcha go along with Henry and Ah'll bring ya'nother cup of tea in a moment, 'kay?"<br><br>She turned back to Topaz with an arced brow. The thing with Clarice, you see, is that where she grew up there wasn't much of all them socializing types. Either your swam by, said hi and swam by och sank your teeth in it. Sure she had learnt some things since she left, but unless you straight up insulted her to her face, all subtle hints of rudeness, sarcasm and irony flew right over her head. Some thought it just a sign of her being a dull knife, but the truth was that gators was just a brutally honest species. Either you talked to or you chummed what came in your path. In this case Topaz didn't seem to have much on her, not that she would ever think the thought of eating a human (except that one time... nevermind that).<br><br>"Oh, Ah ain't mean it like that. Vira's sweet'n all, just a bit different in the way she thinks. It's kinda like a serpentine road, ain't always sure where it's going, but it gets you there eventually."<br><br>She got a bit of a sour look next and crossed her arms in defiance.<br><br>"As for the whole flying-majig, you should'a talk to Axel. He's the asshat with a chip on his shoulder, the only other man you haven't seen yet..."<br><br>She gritted her teeth for a bit before an awkward smile took over.<br><br>"Hopefully he will be nicer to you though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>04-12-2011, 02:36:41</strong>
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				<strong>Vira - Vira's Room - Tagged: Zylphia</strong><br><br>As soon as everyone was gone, Vira got up, walked over to Zylphia, and pulled the robe open.&nbsp; With the woman naked once again, she took the time to admire her.&nbsp; A hand was gently placed on her thigh.&nbsp; "Not very often I get pretty ladies coming to see me.&nbsp; Makes me feel... special."<br><br>Moving her hand up, she felt along Zylphia's beautiful body, exploring her most intimate parts, her fingers light and delicate as they probed.&nbsp; Then she pulled her hand away, moving Zylphia over to a chair, sitting down and then pulling the naked girl into her lap.&nbsp; Her fingers once more began to explore, her eyes now level with her breasts.&nbsp; "You want something from me... an adventure?&nbsp; Perhaps a lover?&nbsp; Or maybe... just maybe... you're not sure yet."<br><br>Taking her finger and gently licking it clean, she purred as she plunged her slender fingers in once more.&nbsp; Her exploration took several minutes, before she had Zylphia stand up.&nbsp; "Go find the woman, Clarice, who let you in.&nbsp; After you find your clothes of course.&nbsp; Tell her you're her new assistant.&nbsp; Be a good girl and obey her instructions to the letter, no matter what.&nbsp; Ok?"<br><br>With that done, she stood and went to her door, opening it and stepping out, leaving Zylphia all by herself, naked, in the captain's quarters.&nbsp; She proceeded to the main deck and leaned against the rail, looking down on the teeny tiny peeps walkin around and doin stuff like work.&nbsp; She looked genuinely bored by the time someone bothered to come looking for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnightNelson20</strong> on <strong>04-12-2011, 10:07:54</strong>
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				Axel accepted his toolbox with an angry mutter as he stormed away from Vira's room. So much he had to do and it seemed like more and more issues kept arising. Normally he would go with Henry so they could run over the sip but he went straight to the bridge. Walking over to the compass made of cheap parts he opened his tool box and looked at them before cursing the thought that he needed them at all. His urge to get out of the canyon had him on edge. More so than the normal laid back Axel was. And on top of that he couldn't even get a good look at the naked girl in Vira's room before being booted out. No fun at all. He was almost lost in thought until a duck came strolling through.&nbsp; He watched it for a moment as i walked around as if it was his home. When it seemed like Axel was completely calm he lost it once again. <br><br>"WHY THE HELL IS THERE A DUCK IN THE SHIP!!!???"<br><br>He yelled so all would here. He was almost ready to blaim Clarice. But theres no way she would have it alive. Then he thought of Vira seeing as she is as random as they come. But she has been seemingly busy all day. It had him stumped for quite awhile before he threw his wrench. "Some one better come get this duck." He mumbled to himself before sighing. He needed a nap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>04-12-2011, 14:26:48</strong>
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				<strong>Vira - Main Deck - Tagged: Axel</strong><br><br>Vira was up on the main deck, watching the going ons from up high, when a yell echoed through the metal shed.<br><br>"WHY THE HELL IS THERE A DUCK ON THE SHIP!!!???"<br><br><em>Oh Lord... Axel's having a bad day.&nbsp; Better go see what it is.</em><br><br>Pushing off from the rail, Vira went looking for Axel, finding him down in the workshop.&nbsp; She was about to ask, but then the duck quacked.&nbsp; Hurrying over, she threw her arms around the duck, "DUCKY!"&nbsp; She hugged the poor, poor ducky, then picked him up, hugging him close to her chest just enough that Axel would see the material pressing against her breasts.<br><br>"Thank you for the ducky axel.&nbsp; I'll name him Quacky."&nbsp; Kissing the top of the duck's head, she then skipped over and kissed Axel's cheek, before grabbing the water and taking her new friend up to the main deck.&nbsp; The duck was surprisingly calm, and soon was sitting pretty in his bucket of water on the main deck.&nbsp; They had a new mascot now.&nbsp; And potential food source if they got desperate.<br><br>With yet one more brush fire dealt with, they might be able to get out of the canyon by tomorrow, if Axel could come through.&nbsp; They were in the final stretch, and they just had to get final preperations underway.&nbsp; Everyone knew their jobs, hopefully, so they'd soon be riding the clouds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>04-12-2011, 14:46:13</strong>
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				<strong>Henry - Main Deck to Vira's Room - Tagged: Zylphia</strong><br><br>Henry was a bit surprised to find Axel already ascending up to the main deck, grabbing the tools right from his arms. All was well, however. He shrugged, turning towards the stairway below deck. He planned on helping Axel with the finishing touches, but first, he had to greet the newbie. Well, the first newbie. He spotted her clothing crumpled up in the doorway to the showers, and while he would have loved nothing more than to have seen her naked, he sighed. The right thing to do, after all, would be to give her the clothes back. She couldn't just walk around naked, could she?<br><br>...could she?<br><br>He shook his head. No, she had to wear clothes like the rest of them. So he hunched over, picking them up, blushing a bit as he examined the delicates with a rather creepy grin, before stepping to Vira's room. He peaked in, seeing just a bit of flesh inside. She was still in there, and still, for the most part, naked. He knocked on the doorway, keeping his eyes averted, and tossed her clothes inside.<br><br>"Here," he said, trying to sound polite, cool, aloof. "Get changed, newbie. I'll show you around the place."<br><br>He didn't know if Vira had already assigned this task to another, or if she wanted the new girl to report to someone else first, but Henry figured there was no harm in giving the girl a tour.<br><br>After all, it still <em>looked</em> like work, and the less <em>real</em> work Henry had to do, the better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FrostShifter</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 01:42:36</strong>
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				Zylphia - Vira's room - Tagged: Vira, Henry<br><br>She was a little taken aback at first. She hadn't quite expected Vira to take command so easy. But she would be a liar if she said she didn't like the feel of Vira's hand on her thigh. And as those hands explored her body, a shiver ran up her spine. She let her guide her to the chair and into her lap. Soft moans emitted from her throat as Vira's fingers explored her, while the words the young woman spoke fell on deaf ears. She wrapped her arms around Vira's neck to keep her balance as She had her way. But all to soon it ended. With a small whimper she nodded as she was given orders. Once Vira was gone, Zylphia collapsed in a chair, running her hands over her unfinished business.<br><br>She didn't get a chance to enjoy herself as Henry tossed her clothes inside without peeking. She let out a sigh and began to get dressed.<br><br>"Vira said I need to go see Clarice." Zylphia said through the door. "Could you take me to her?"<br><br>She poped around the corner once all her clothes were in place. <br><br>"Thanks for bringing my clothes to me." She planted a quick kiss on his cheek before heading down the halway. "Any idea where Clarice is?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 16:50:51</strong>
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				Clarice almost got back to the kitchen when she saw it. A big fat duck, just like the ones she and the other gators used to lie in wait for, just eyes and nostrils (in her case, one eye and one nostril) above the surface. Something primal and simple got to gearing in the back of her head as she saw it, a feeling that both lesser and greater races felt once in a little while. She needed to eat that bird. Jollering like someone who never learned the reasoning behind hiding that hungry grin and bloodthirsty eyes of a predator when approaching a potential victim. But the duck seemed either too stupid or too suicidal to consider running away. She picked it up carefully as if she had found the Holy Grail and carried it into the kitchen with the reveration that would have befitted the pope. Finding a corner free from lizard blood and guts, she placed it there and fetched a cleaver.<br><br>"Ain't gonna take long, little Ducky... y'ain't gonna feel a thing."<br><br>Raising the cleaver high above her, Clarice was filled with a primitive satisfaction, not unlike that which her adoptive ancestors had felt for thousands, nay, millions of years so far. Tonight she would dine on duck...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 19:36:05</strong>
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				The sound of a shot being fired, followed immediately by the sound of metal striking metal and then clattering to the floor filled the entire hangar.&nbsp; Clarice's cleaver was shot out of her hand and was now on the deck, with a pistol in Vira's hand, smoking still from the shot.&nbsp; "You will leave Quacky be."&nbsp; She put the pistol away and walked over, giving her pet ducky a hug.&nbsp; "It's ok Quacky.&nbsp; She's not going to make that mistake again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 01:21:46</strong>
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				Henry almost melted to the floor when the new girl planted a kiss to his cheek. She smelled so...clean. And she looked so smooth to touch. And the way her ass swayed as she walked down the corridor...<br><br>He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. No, had to set a good example and make a good impression!<br><br><em>Bang!</em><br><br>Well, there we go. A gun shot in the air ship. Already. If Clarice wasn't part of the problem, she'd be trying to be part of the solution.<br><br>"Alright, new girl, follow me," he sighed, squeezing past her (and wanting to groan as he felt her body against his as he swiftly slipped by). "Whatever is going on Clarice is bound to be a part of it, so just follow me and we'll find her. By the way, my name is Henry." As they stepped through the portcullis leading into the kitchen, they spotted a very hungry looking Clarice and Linna snuggling up to a duck, as well as a knife on the floor.<br><br>"So, what's going on here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnightNelson20</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 07:01:47</strong>
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				Axel was all too confused as Vira walked off with a duck assuming it was from him. Axel rarely left the hanger how could he have gotten it. But as long as she was happy so was Axel. He went back to messing with the control panel until loud noises and what seemed to be a gunshot was heard. If they keep making a mess of the ship they would never get off the ground. He decided to be calm this time as he walked to findout what happened. <br><br>As he walked up seeing Vira snuggling the duck and Clarice's cleaver on the ground Axel had already figured what had happened. He scratched his head as he put his other hand on Henry's back and squeezed between him and Zylphia. "Clarice the Duck isn't food." He said looking down at Vira. Somehow this was all his fought. "Now can we all get down to some sort of real work?" He patted Vira's head and smiled looking down at her before looking back up. Vira was always so intriguing to Axel. At times so innocent but at the same time she can be kinda scary and mature. Axel liked the innocent one more. <br><br>"Clarice take Zylphia and make sure everything not nailed down is secure please. Henry go find Squirrel and tell him to make sure the roof hatch is operational." Axel stopped for a moment and shook his head. "Second thought go with him so he does't mess it up and check the weather as well. I'm about ready for take off and rather not try rising into a sandstorm." Axel looked down at Vira again. "And you our eccentric captain please follow me to the bridge. You can even bring the duck." Axel looked back again to see if there were any more problems. If anything only really expecting Clarice to speak up about Axel giving orders again. But he felt like if he didn't they would never leave the ground. And Axel had a dream he was ready to capture. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 09:45:24</strong>
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				The sound of the shot echoed right through that primal part of her head that was making itself prepared for roasted duck. She snapped out, the glaze out of her eyes and the hungry grin gone. She turned first to the cleaver, then to Vira, smoking barrel still in hand. The usual mixtures of anger wasn't there. Instead there was a desperate string of fear. Her lip trembled for a moment as images and sounds flashed through her head. Gunshots, blood, logs in the murky water... no. Not logs. Bodies. Bodyparts even. And in the middle of the carnage...<br><br>"Gid out..."<br><br>She didn't listen to a word they said. The flashes of red and black made her a bit nauseous, but there was something more sinister in her eyes now. It wasn't as much anger as it was wrath, close to divine wrath. She gritted her teeth as she picked up the cleaver.<br><br>"Everyone out of the kitchen... 'fore I... just gid out."<br><br>She turned away from them and started hacking up meat again. She had turned a gun at her. She had fired a gun at her. She half turned her head around, looking at Henry and Zylphia with eyes filled to the top with fire and brimstone.<br><br>"Ya still here? Wanna take a shot too?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whirring Steam, Spinning Gears (Steampunk fun!) EX for stuff &gt;.&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FrostShifter</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 01:02:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Bang!</em><br><br>The noise pulled Zylphia and Henry towards the noise. She didn't know if she should be laughing or cringing. The tension in the room was suffocating.<br><br>Zylphia looked from Vira to Axel as he gave orders. She then looked over at the wild woman, uncertain about the orders she had recieved from both Vira and Axel. They seemed to really want her to work with Clarice. And at the moment, she warred with herself, debating staying or going. When Clarice turned around and spoke, she decided.<br><br>She may get herself killed, but that was nothing new in this world. She moved closer, her defenses up, ready for an attack. <br><br>"No shot. Just here to help." She took a deep breath. "even if that is to be as a sparring partner."<br><br>She knew she was insane, this woman in front of her would not go easy on her, and at the moment, may kill her. But she refused to back down, hoping her training wasn't too rusty. She might not have strength but she had speed on her side. And now she felt naked without a weapon of some sort. 
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