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Steam Punk RP

Klockwerk stood near her master Dr. William O'Flannery, as he worked on his latest experiment. She watched attentively, ready to take notes, when ordered. She herself could be called an experiment, as she was not completely.... alive. She had been once before, but now, some of her parts were mechanical in nature. Her face was still her own, but her lower half was artificial. She leaned over a desk, quill in hand, as William continued his work.
 
Headhunter was chasing down a fugitive. John Thorn was his name. He committed conspriciy and is on the run. Ten Thousand (*insert the currency here*). He kept his Gatling Gun out as he cautiously looked around for any movement. He could hear his breath. He could smell his blood. Yet, he couldn't find him.


Headhunter continued walking around, he eventually found John Thorn and threw him onto the cage at the back of his Bike. He turned John into the police and collected his prize.
 
Vlad was on his workshop, he was working intensely on his new project. "Don't be stubborn you Hooyesos" he said in his heavy Russian accent as he pushes the firing mechanism into the gun.
 
"BOOM GOES THE DYNAMITE, BITCH!" Cortana roared as she grinned throwing a grenade at her sister who easily caught it and tossed it high into the air before it exploded. Cortana cackled as she wrapped her arms around her stomach in a fit of psychotic laughter.


Rachel rolled her eyes at her sisters idiocy, she loved the girl to death. Literally. But she became annoying around the afternoon, constantly throwing bombs and grenades at random.
 
Vlad went outside to test his newest weapon. "Better not explode" he said as he aimed his weapon at the target. He pulled back in the hammer as he steadied his breathing. He pulled the trigger as a round hit the target, igniting as the target set fire. "Good good, now to show this to my comrade."
 
In a large building outside of new York City stood a lab. The lab was a wonder of clockwork mechanisms, phials of various chemicals of various clarity and color, and a mess of notes, powder, and ink. In the upper floor of this mess stood a man who wore a simple vest and shirt with a pair of goggles on. He lifted the goggles up and rubbed his eyes. "Klockwerk, do me a favor and hand me that beaker, we have some work to do. Also remind me to tell you my ideas on eye protection."
 
Airagog said:
In a large building outside of new York City stood a lab. The lab was a wonder of clockwork mechanisms, phials of various chemicals of various clarity and color, and a mess of notes, powder, and ink. In the upper floor of this mess stood a man who wore a simple vest and shirt with a pair of goggles on. He lifted the goggles up and rubbed his eyes. "Klockwerk, do me a favor and hand me that beaker, we have some work to do. Also remind me to tell you my ideas on eye protection."
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"Yes, Master." She answered in a mechanical voice, as she walked to a counter covered with different sized beakers and test tubes. She grabbed the one he had requested, and walked toward him. "Here you go."
 
Vlad went to the front of his residence, he had a weapons shop. Guns of all kinds as well as blades and bows lined the walls. he placed his newes creation under the glass display, it looked pretty awesome if he didn't say so himself. "I shall call you krasivaya" he said with a grin.
 
Headhunter walked into a bar. Surprisingly, he looked normal. Most of the people there were were wearing steam powered suits with large weaponry attached to their arms. But Headhunter hadn't come here for a drink. He came here for more contracts. He sat down in a corner table where no one could see him.
 
As Erich stepped off the steamship and into the heavily polluted, steamy air of New York, his first thoughts were of the fields and clean sea breezes back in the Baltic. Coming back to his senses, he remembered he needed some weapons in case what he saw back home happened again, thinking to himself "I hope the shopkeepers here take Marks" as he walked along the weapon shopping district in a wardrobe that stood out, a Prussian soldiers uniform.
 
Headhunter walked into a private room and he took a large bucket of what seemed to be boiling water. He opened the middle part of his armor and poured it in. Steam shot out of the shoulder pads and the back of it. The middle part began to feel warm. His suit was ready for more contracts.
 
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