Fantasy Dying Light. A steampunk RP

[Topf]

Galvani -

Galvani had managed to make his way to a deserted balcony, situated high at the rear of the theatre, with a view looking directly at the main stage. He’d waited for the ceremony to begin, spotting a tall , sleek, bandaged man in the audience as a possible candidate for his mark. It may not even matter who he is anymore, all that matters is the trail brought me here. With the air holding the metallic taste that precedes a storm and his hairs standing on end, he knew the storm he’d been chasing was almost here.

Even expectant as he was, he was still as surprised as anyone in the audience when the dragon crashed through the ceiling, with some sort of warrior dismounting and proclaiming he served the dark one. The dark one. Galvani had always thought the dark one was a myth, a story that was told to little children. And then what of the keys? Of this man, Galvani knew nothing, but he did know this man intended to cause people harm and so he had to stop him. Even if he does look unbeatable.

This did propose a dilemma, being that Galvani had never really used his abilities offensively before, definitely not against something as powerful as this being. When needed, he’d gotten by with stunning or knocking out any would be attackers and he wasn’t even sure he could conjure a bolt strong enough to even hurt this man. But he had to do something.

Just as he saw the warrior stagger, seemingly shot from something in the audience, Galvani took a glass storm jar from his coat pocket and launched it at the ceiling of the theatre where it smashed. Bolts of light cascaded from the point of impact, with micro-storm clouds spinning furiously on an cascading tangent, and a deafening crack of thunder shook the air. That might just distract him. Then, with cane under arm, and top hand clamped firmly atop his head, he dived over the balcony edge, grabbing a nearby stage rope, and swinging down towards the stage.

 

[Croaker]

Edward Rust
Location: Limbo - Church of Light
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Replying to Zheng’s question about the tattoo, Edward's gaze seemed distant. The man spoke his response in little more than a whisper. “A life time ago...”
A hand wandered up to the ink and covered it absentmindedly.
Quickly, the Huckster tried to change the subject. Shaking his head, his eyes seemed to refocus on the present as he spoke. “Why don’t we talk about refunds and the sort after tonight? I’m feeling a bit roughed up at the moment, don’t have my head on quite right. In the morning we can figure out how much I owe you, and get the doctor here the books he wants. I’m sure I‘ve got a few of those lying around. Mostly smut though, maybe a few nautical romance novels.” Edward stole a glance at Terra. “It’s my last night as a freeman after all, and I bet the local law will be seizing all my assets soon enough. You can talk to them about collection.” The huckster gave an uneasy grin and let out a sigh. He stood up from his cot, and immediately began reeling, having to steady himself on a wall.
Edward quickly began donning his bloody shirt and waistcoat, but paused at his cloak. He held up the vestment, and gazed through the bullet hole, at Terra. “Thanks for that by the way, this was only my favorite cloak.” His voice was thick with sarcasm and venom as he spoke. “Real fucking classy.”
Edward unclasped the sheathed sword from his belt loop, and used it to support himself as he began heading to the door, following everyone else out so that they might attend tonight’s service.

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As the sermon progressed, Edward found himself eyeing the exits of the chapel. Though he had been keeping up the appearance of being too weak and dazed to plot mischief, the huckster had been planning his from the moment he had resumed consciousness. There was no way in hell he was letting Terra – or anyone for that matter – bring him to jail.
The man closed his eyes as he mentally visualized the hallways they had travelled down to get to the chapel, and slowly he tried his best to piece together a plan...

A sudden burst of screams, like a choir of damned angles, filled the hallowed temple, and snapped Edward from his meditation. His eyelids shot open just in time for him to see the wall and stained glass behind the altar suddenly explode inward. Edward quickly threw himself to the ground in an attempt to avoid the debris.
After the initial sound of the crash had died down, Edward slowly got to his knees and peered out from behind a pew, only to have his gaze fall upon the largest dragon he would ever have the displeasure of seeing. Though, it wasn’t the dragon that held Edward’s attention, for atop the hellish creature sat a rider in dark, imposing armor. Edward’s eyes went wide with horror.
‘Well, I suppose that’s my cue.'
Ears ringing, Edward slowly got to his feet with the support of his sword, and began to push toward the throng of panicked churchgoers, heading straight for an exit. In his peripheral he noticed Terra, rifle pointed at the armored figure, followed a few moments later by the distinct sound of rifle fire. The armored foe seemed unimpressed by the weapon.
‘Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Fuck this, I am gone!’
Edward felt panic seize his chest as rubble from the church tumbled in front of his exit, suddenly blocking his path. Without thinking, the huckster turned and began hobbling towards the next exit, but stopped as he came to realize a similar situation had befallen his other escape plans as well. With nothing left to do, Edward dove behind a set of pews and resumed hiding just as a sound similar to thunder filled the air.

 

[animegirl20]

Zheng tilted her head. It was hard to hear what he said though it sounded like he said a life time ago. She noticed the sudden distant gaze. Of course this just made her more curious of the tattoo but before she could say more he changed the conversation. He said they could talk about the money he owed her later after the sermon. Of course she didn't believe him but she would make sure to keep a eye on him. When started talking about giving the doctor some books he had Zheng cringed at the word smut. "Why am I not surprised?" She ended up following the others out to attend sermon. When she got there she noticed her father, mother and sister had come. "Oh I didn't know you guys were coming." She walked over and sat next to them. "We told your maid to let you know we were all coming." Her mother said as she checked her make up in her handheld mirror. "Speaking of which where is she? She doesn't seem to be with you." Zheng thought for a moment. Crap she was probably out looking for her. She never did go to the place where they were suppose to meet up at. Just then her maid walked in to the church and over to her. "Miss there you are! I was looking everywhere for you. Where were you." Zheng laughed slightly. "Let's just say I got a bit distracted." They all then sat down as the sermon started.

During the sermon something very unexpected happened. A Dragon busted into the church and it rider came down from it asking for the key. Zheng sat there in a bit of a shock. People were in a panic trying to get out. She wanted to fight that thing. But at the moment the most important thing was getting her family out. So she tired to get them to the exit but it was blocked off. That's when she noticed a window's glass that been smashed. A opening she could get everyone out this way. She noticed Terra, Galvani trying to attack the stranger. Well guess they were staying then. She might stay to help out to but she wanted to get everyone else out first. She started telling people to make their way to the window to climb their way out she even got some men to help out. She then noticed Edward who hiding. "Hey Edward I found way out." She pointing to the window where there people climbing to and making their way out of the church.

Spoiler: Outfit she is wearing

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[Karcen]

Lolrelv
Glamour Cardinal Joseph ​

So close so very close just minutes from the time that Lolrelv had set for the bombs and now someone new had showed up after that damned con man had shown up all manner of fools had shown up for their own petty reasons. This was a servant of the dark a great fool thinking destruction could create he would foolishly find darkness could not create just as light could not change only together could they truly make a real world. That was at least what the brotherhood believed and therefore what she believed. This were spiraling more and more out of control, Lolrelv needed to find a way to get to the key and keep it safe from all these fools. Then it hit her this was perfect, this foolish servant of the dark had just provided her an opening she could never have had.

Lolrelv went up to the pope while what she would do was not normal the person she was pretending to be was young and the pope was old. "i'll take the key somewhere safe" she said taking the key to the display off the old man's robes. Though during this time others were moving the disciple of darkness had already been shot and zapped with lighting while Lolrelv opened the case and snatched they key up. Now she just needed to get out of here.

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