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Welcome to Lydin. The city that launched the Empire of Albion- that stretches so far West that it becomes East, and so far East that it becomes West. From Tianzhu to Alleghany, the fingers of the Empire stretch and curl. At home though, at the beating heart where millions scurry around the city? Poverty, despair, inequality. These things so deeply entrenched that digging them out would take generations on generations. But that’s not this story.

No, because on Templar’s Street, in Lydin’s Slumside, there are a set of buildings. Three streets away, Commericum owned factories chug and churn, but here women and children live, making their living off of the bustle of London. Girls, Forced smiles plastered across faces as they wooed and cooed at the workers that passed through these cobbled roads.

Between the girls were the children. This was no normal orphanage though. No, here there was no strict mistress prepared to keep the children in line. Faunus and Human children alike scurry with dirtied clothes, laughing, playing, and alleviating pockets. This is the small little kingdom of The Mademoiselle- a Galeish woman with a wide smile and clothes unbefitting of her class.

In this little corner of Lydin, perhaps the most momentous occurrence in the Empire is about to take place, all kicked off by one thieving little faunus, and one equally thieving factory worker.

“You git! Fucking give it back!” The man growled and dashed after the boy, who stuck his tongue out and laughed. He tossed the device up, which clacked clattered around in the air. Every time the worker charged forward, the boy would back off, slitted eyes taunting the man more than the thief. “Fine. You know what? Have it. Stupid little thing anyway.” The worker shook his head and walked away, grumbling.

The boy taunted the man as he walked away, and looked down at the device. It was a grooved ball, perhaps the diameter of a Guinea. It clicked and whirred around in his palm, and despite his scrutiny, it seemed perfectly whole. Oh well. Maybe the fence would know someone who could give him a shilling for it.

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Blah blah blah, Hello everyone! Irredeemable here, and this is a magi-steampunk Victorian England RP, set place in a small area of the [s]London[/s] Lydin slums. We’ll be playing the orphans and girls who get caught up in all the action, so I’m looking for maybe 6-7 people to take these roles. Much more details to come if this gets off the ground.