Marco nods. "Worth an offer." He quickly understands he needs to get off the ship, and simply jumps into the fray of fighting, calling out "Good luck" before disapearing into the hase of smoke.
A steampunk RP, ehh?
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"It's good to see you Kit!" he laughs happily, stabbing a thug as he makes it into the elevator with kit. "Up! Go up!" he yelled, pulling out a pistol and began fireing at the quickly closing door.
"Well, you could say that. Lets call this a lesson: How to survive a fullout battle." He laughs, shooting a thug who was about to make a last-ditch stab at Kit. "Stick with a team member, no matter what."
You guys are really on to something here... I've been entertained just reading through all the pages! If no more characters show up, I might just be enticed to join in on the fray. =) I'm eager to see where you guys go with this, anyway....
OOC: By the way, Cap'n can control me, Kelethor too, and if we leave on a mission thats fine. Just don't say things I probably wouldn't do.
OOC: wow I miss everything, I'll just drop in now.
IC: Markus wasn't execting to find himself in the middle of a full-scale fight( he had just come to join a crew), it had happened so quickly he was in the middle of it before he could take steps to avoid it. it seamed one side was trying to kill everyone else without worrying who they where, he defended himself with a bayoneted rifle (he had a sword too but didn't have time to draw it) his thick Nubam flying jacket stopping the worst of the hits he recaived. "What he hell is this all about??" he shouted at noone in particular.
OOC:Can I just put in here that even though he wears Nudan flying gear he still has a Gromar infantry insignia tatoo just below his right eye.
IC: Markus wasn't execting to find himself in the middle of a full-scale fight( he had just come to join a crew), it had happened so quickly he was in the middle of it before he could take steps to avoid it. it seamed one side was trying to kill everyone else without worrying who they where, he defended himself with a bayoneted rifle (he had a sword too but didn't have time to draw it) his thick Nubam flying jacket stopping the worst of the hits he recaived. "What he hell is this all about??" he shouted at noone in particular.
OOC:Can I just put in here that even though he wears Nudan flying gear he still has a Gromar infantry insignia tatoo just below his right eye.
Gladivastec peeked out from under his dirigible. He new from experience not to intervene in the affairs of bandits. It's gets pretty confusing and usually ends up with you being shot at by both sides. Seeing nothing moving he dashed out from under his craft, still dressed in overalls, to loot his first body. But when he looked to his left he saw bandits still standing wandering through the bodies and finishing off the wounded. 'Damn,' he thought as he slid silently back behind , 'I must be getting careless in my old age.' He drew his large, bulky revolver.
"The man's Dead, he returned to the sand. This should be a time for celebration."
He muttered this under his breath, most others would slaughter him for that comment. he didn't know why. he treasured death, it means they have become one with the earth which bore them. He knew though he should not say it. He proceeded walking through the riot, making off to his Derigable.
The riot was getting worse with each step, by the time he was halfway from the podium a dismembered head with a tail of blood flew over his head. he continued walking, two thirds out now; riot was growing to a peak. He had to extend his step to avoid some of the bodies. He could now see the end of the riot, not that far. he entertained the thought of getting out of this riot without being injured. his thoughts were cut still by a massive Zweihander coming down from above. Where someone had kept the Zweihander he will not know, but that was not the first thing on his mind. He saw the Zweihander in the corner of his eye and jumped back. Vyse had forgotten of the bodies he was stepping over and stumbled on them, falling back. the fall had managed to knock off Vyse's goggle. A massive pain had began to swell in his eye. Vyse placed his hand over his eye and began to stumble over out of the crowd, he made it out. Stumbling to his Derigable he entered the shrew and began frantically searching for another Goggle. He could find none but an eye patch, it would have to do. He put that on and headed out, tripping onto an old man holding a revolver.
He muttered this under his breath, most others would slaughter him for that comment. he didn't know why. he treasured death, it means they have become one with the earth which bore them. He knew though he should not say it. He proceeded walking through the riot, making off to his Derigable.
The riot was getting worse with each step, by the time he was halfway from the podium a dismembered head with a tail of blood flew over his head. he continued walking, two thirds out now; riot was growing to a peak. He had to extend his step to avoid some of the bodies. He could now see the end of the riot, not that far. he entertained the thought of getting out of this riot without being injured. his thoughts were cut still by a massive Zweihander coming down from above. Where someone had kept the Zweihander he will not know, but that was not the first thing on his mind. He saw the Zweihander in the corner of his eye and jumped back. Vyse had forgotten of the bodies he was stepping over and stumbled on them, falling back. the fall had managed to knock off Vyse's goggle. A massive pain had began to swell in his eye. Vyse placed his hand over his eye and began to stumble over out of the crowd, he made it out. Stumbling to his Derigable he entered the shrew and began frantically searching for another Goggle. He could find none but an eye patch, it would have to do. He put that on and headed out, tripping onto an old man holding a revolver.
Ok, seems good so far. but could people please use spoiler boxes like this for OOC. It is really much better and helps others read the flow of the story. Don't forget to use this if you're doing a full OOC post. Apart from that this might be good, seems a bit chaotic right now. GM needs to come in and fix that
I'm a little confused about whats going on, just know the emperor of aria(?) isn't dead, but everyone thinks he is, and some people are after most of the characters because they think the emperor was assasinated. They are escaping in diridgables and i'm trying to get my character involved with the escape. is this all correct?
Sounds about like you've got it, Vay.
Nathanius was getting nowhere with the contacts he had seen in the bar. They had either gone missing since he took a moment to introduce his new crew to the Rapier or weren't in the mood to offer any information or work since the Emperor's assassination attempt.
He resigned himself to getting a strong drink before gathering his crew and showing them to their quarters on board the Derigible, but was interrupted by another radio transmission. It seemed the Emperor wasn't dead, just hospitalized. Seems his bodyguards are worth their wages after all, Nathanius smiled to himself.
Hearing what could only be a clockwork rifle firing on the landing platform, he rushed to the elevators, but they were taking too long, he ran up the staircase in the corner of the bar, hoping it led closer to platform 17 than the elevators did.
With more than a little luck, Nathanius finds himself in the corner of the platform deck and there are only 2 derigibles between himself and the Rapier. Noticing people readying their craft all over the deck, and the firefight that had broken out near the lifts, he decided it would be best to ready Smithy.
Noticing Kit and Marco in the middle of the fight, he draws the rapier and his pistol, preferring the left handed pistol style to keep his sword arm free.
"We're getting out of here," Nathanius calls to Marco and Kit, "Grab as much coal as you can!" His long-barreled clockwork pistol belches a cloud of fire and a man across the deck drops to his knees holding the bullet hole in his chest. Moving closer to the coal bins, he stabs another guard through the stomach and rolls him away from himself. Nathanius grabs for a canvas bag of coal and realizes that he won't be able to use his rapier with that bag over his shoulder, he sheathes the sword and switches to a right handed pistol grip.
He grabs the bag, double checks it's full, and slides it across the deck to Kit, then another to Marco. "Get on board, hurry." He grabs one last bag, throws it over his shoulder and runs for the ramp to board his Derigible. A guard tries to intercept him, swings a sword at him, but Nathanius twists, using the bag of coal on his back as a shield, the sword stops against the canvas bag, continuing the spin, he ducks under the guards arms, and comes up behind the man, using the inertia of his spin, Nathanius pounds the butt of his gun into the base of the man's skull, and he drops to the deck.
At the ramp now, Nathanius double checks that the others are right behind him, and lunges up onto the Smithy's Rapier
Dragging the bag of coal behind him, Kit narrowly makes it onto the Smithy's Rapier.
"If we do make it out of here," he says, "where will we go?"
"If we do make it out of here," he says, "where will we go?"
Also, try to keep it in the present tense if you can. It gets confusing if you keep switching back and forth.
Marco grabbed the coal and rushed quickly to the engine, laughing. "Hey Cap'n, I got a big story for you as soon as we're out of here!" Marco through in some coal, then drew his pistol and ran to the side of Nathanius. "We need to launch now!"