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Futuristic Steampunk Robin hood

"I-" he said, slipping in and out. "I just...." He slipped, and fell to the floors. He got his way up. "I usually calculate my sleep... But..." He looked at her. "I-i just need water... Cold water....an-" he fell again, as sleep took hold. He never had a bedroom, just a dingy couch, with a small kid-sized blanket that could be used as a kids towel.
 
Falier sighed in exasperation shaking his head as he watched Q fall to the ground asleep. He swore for such a genius he sure was stupid. Walking over to Qs unconscious form he bent and picked him up bridal style not even backing a sweat nor blinking an eye at the awkward position. His sister used to be bad at going to sleep to so he was used to carrying others around and though Q was heavier than Fickle it wasn't much trouble to adjust at all. Slowly so as not to fall Falier walked over to the dingy couch, set Q down and put the small blanket over him.


' Not that it did much good.' He noted frustrated. It seems a stop in town was in order the next time he came through. It wasn't good for Q to be taking such bad care of himself. Shaking his head at his caring nature he began walking to his room again but stopped when he remembered he had to update Robin on the happenings of new Haven. "Robin I believe it is time we spoke. I would like to finish our meeting before Lucy boards."
 
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"Idiot..." Rhett said with the faintest irritation, his eyes drifting past Falier and to Q as the spy approached him, "You're no use to me dead." He muttered mostly to himself and left the room, though his concern was prominent in his voice, and this was his only meaning, the only thing a dead man could do was cause him trouble and weigh on his conscience. Like his sister... Whatever happened to her he'd always remember that terribly rotten afternoon, the cold had long since frozen it into his memory and left him with a concern for anyone he knew anything about. He'd do anything for someone who needed help, that was his problem, it was like he was a kid who kept bringing strays home and feeding feral cats, but he couldn't help it if people were too greedy to see that they too could ease the pain of the helpless and poor. That became his job, as well as the knowledge of the government's corruption, he would make people believe him, even if, in the end, it cost him his life. And it probably would, it was the only thing that he had that could be of enough value to make a difference. Rhett's focus drifted and he stopped paying attention to what was happening with Falier and the sleeping Q, he needed to stop thinking about the past and move on... Do something about the now, the present.
 
Leeron calmly sidles up onto the observation area, ducking beneath a rail and sidles up to William. Not with the insensitive flirtatious movements he had made towards Quinton, but the approach of familiarity, as one would apparently casually often greet a man you've taken shots at, beside, and with, over the course of afew years. "Abit strange, being on a ship we've tried to take down afew times before, isn't it? Well...I suppose this is the first time we've been aboard together without one of us against the crew....mhm..."
 
Luna watched as the Sherwood went over her mansion, she grabbed the robe ladder and started her climb. She looked at the city as the ship continued it's journey. She always loved the view of the city from the ship, made it seem less bad then it was. She continued her climb before reaching a trap door. She pushed it open and climbed in, she was happy to be back on the Sherwood. She pulled up the ladder and shut the door.


"Hello! Anyone home?"


She called out from the main area of the ship.
 
Marian appeared from the trapdoor "Good Day, Luna," She called climbing onto the deck her Red hair glowed in the wind it's curls flowing in the wind. "Have you seen robin lately?, I haven't and I'm seriously worried," she asked biting her lip she made her way to the bow of the ship "It's beautifull, but it will be better once that monster is dead," she said her normally warm demeanour turning cold. "Promise me that man will die," she said shaking "Promise me Luna,"
 
"Oh he will, it is difficult to find people not gunning for his head and i am one of them. " Will commented leaning on the door to the outside door of the bow and facing the two ladies."I aim to have one of my bullets on the space between the eyes of that bastard and i would be happy to do it in the name of either of you lovely ladies."
 
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"Mhmhmm...but he can be fun to work for at times...then again, the same could be said for brave sir Robin...." He mewls from behind Will, not exactly turning his attention to the group. "..."
 
Luna looked over at Marian.


"No I haven't seen Robin yet."


She knew Marian worried about him, this secret war of sorts was one that always had the participants on edge.


"I'm sure he is fine, as for the other man you speak of."


She grabbed her dagger, if any was going to deal with that man it was her.


"I plan on taking care of that man, I want to know why he killed.."


She cut herself off and looked at Will.


"I thank you for your offer but, the sheriff is mine. Unless the real killer reveals himself to me."


She put away her dagger and collected herself, today was a hard day but, she had to try to remain calm.


"Sorry, anyways Marian, Robin is fine he is always fine. I'm sure he is just in another room being brilliant as always."
 
"I am not one to shy away for a little healthy competition to the Sheriff, lady Ravenswood."He said a small smirk on his face before turning a little serious."But there is time for that later, can i offer you a drink in the ships mess? You seem to need some R&R."
 
He gives a sigh, facing back outwards, and giving a long aside glance to Will and the girls, before turning his gaze back out to the passing skyscape.
 
Q was deep deep in slumber... but he started tossing slowly, and murmuring. "No...no..." He moaned, ans the sound of the police coming closer. The footsteps, stomping and stomping, their gilded suits and hats. The sound of guns being readied. But all he saw was darkness... His body thrashed and thrashed, as in his dream, he used all of his strength to open the secret door...but no dice, as the door got stronger and stronger. "Please....."
 
Luna looked back at Will.


"A drink yes, I could go for one of those."


She started walking to ship's mess and looked back at Marian.


"You want to join us Marian?"


She continued walking till she made it to mess hall. She walked up to a table and wondered what kind of drink Will had in mind.
 
Rhett was ripped from his memory induced haze by another familiar voice, the voice of one Lady Luna, with her... Mm... Charm? No, no... As he came back to he realized that Lady Marian had also spoken, why should she be concerned? He'd only been alone for... One... Two... A week! Geez, that wasn't that much time at all, and it had passed so quickly for him, though he was concerned himself of the feud between himself and the sheriff, he just hoped no one else got in the way and got themselves killed. Rhett headed back to the wheel of the ship, knowing it wouldn't be too long before their arrival, he had to start paying more attention to where they were headed, if he wanted to avoid crashing into another building. That was a cringe-worthy moment he'd rather not relive.
 
Falier sighed in announce frowning as he was ignored. Hearing the familiar voices of Lady Luna and Lady Marian he decided he would try again later and headed toward their voices even as he mentally scolded himself for forgetting the whole reason he had rushed here to begin with. He calmed himself as he approached the airships mess hall. He didn't want to make a scene after all. Arriving at the doors he pushed them open flamboyantly and bowed exaggeratedly."Hello Ladies how are you this fine..." He trailed off glancing out one of the windows realizing he didn't know how much time had passed and finished lamely."Afternoon?"


See now that didn't make a scene now did it.
 
Amelia Charlotte was tucked away in the corner of her shop that was located in the city slums. At her workstation, she was hunched over, her goggles firmly in place as she welded these two large metal plates together. A railroad conductor had come in yesterday and asked her to do some fixes on one of his engines, so when offered a good sum of cash, the young inventor got straight to work.


She wasn't sure how long had passed, she had gotten to her workshop Endeavor quite early, but got lost in her work as she is wont to do. Switching off the torch, Amelia examined the edges of the plates she welded with a careful hand.


"Wonderful!" she exclaimed as she looked at her handiwork proudly. She wiped some sweat from her brow and fanned herself, as working in the shop like this produced a lot of heat, and there was also quite a bit of manual labor involved when working with large parts such as a steam engine. Lifting up her goggles, Amelia hopped onto her feet jovially as she heard the front door ring as a customer brought her a pocket watch to fix. She sighed, disappointed. Most of things she repaired were petty such as watches, record players, and the like, but occasionally she'd get a more interesting proposal that allowed her to tap into the mad scientist part of her. "Have you tried turning it on again and off again?" She asked, the middle-aged man before her did not seem amused. "Ah, that was a joke, sir," she claimed as she took the item in question and began to tinker immediately. Within minutes, a few gears were soldered and replaced and the watch was working as new. "You have a good day, sir!" She yelled after him as she waved at the man's back. The man turned around and sent her an odd look before leaving and turning away once more, glad to be done with his business there, but also, even more glad that his watch was now fully functional once more.
 
"I can offer you our usual ale or, more fitting for a lady, wine from the personal cellar of the sheriff from the last raid."He offered placing a napkin on his arm an acting like awaited and stood next to her on the table."Whatever the ladies want."
 
Falier had to hold a laugh in for the second time that day, a rare occurrence indeed, at will's waiter act. Smiling brightly he took a seat next to Lady Luna, and Lady Marian. Looking up at Will from under his eyelashes he teasingly said." In that case I believe we can all agree that a bottle of wine will be quite nice. What do you say ladies?"
 
Luna smiled at Will's waiter impression.


"Wine sounds amazing Will."


She raised a glass to him.


"I should sneak you in as a waiter at the next gathering of aristocrats."


She looked at Falier who had joined the table.


"Good afternoon Falier, how are you doing?"
 
"Yes, ma'am a fine choice of beverage."Will then smirked at the comment on waiting on aristocrats."I wouldn't as my services are not thought of highly. Since, well how else do you think I got the wine. I will be back with the wine momentarily ladies and gent."He continued to the bar counter to order the wine before returning with it and pouring it for each of the ladies though neglected Falier. After all Falier did take the only other seat around the table forcing will to get another nearby. He poured for himself before waiting for Marian to reply to Falier question.
 
Falier pouted when he didn't get some but shrugged it off. He wasn't much of a drinker anyway. Getting up when there was no reply from the Ladies he decided to go check on Q. He had a feeling he wasn't sleeping well. Getting to the lab he was shocked to catch him in the middle of a nightmare. Rushing over he began shaking him trying to wake him up."Q wake up."
 
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In one swift motion, he turned around, drew his gun. In seconds, it was at the girls face. He was panting and sweaty even though it had been less that 10 minutes. His visions had got more violent... He soon came to his senses, and his look of fear turned into his normal stony and plain look. "Strange that you would wake me..."
 
Leeron gave no reaction to the girl sprinting by behind him. Possibly lost in the gorgeous view of the city, possibly transfixed on lookout work, or possibly sleeping himself....
 
Falier starred down the barrel of the gun shocked. H had expected a lot of reactions but this wasn't one of them. Glancing between the gun and Q when he heard his question he wondered what Q knew. Tilting his head his narrowed eyes met Q's as he spoke trying to keep the suspicion out of his voice."Oh really and why would that be?"
 

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