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Elizabeth was hard at work setting up an experiment for their newest steam vessel when thin tinkling of the old brass bells on the front door summoned her attention to someone entering. Chester was near by, too, to observe the proceedings, "I'll get it, dear, you keep working, but don't start without me."

"Alright," she replied in a sing-song voice, as she continued to work the wrench in hand.

A moment later she was done setting the last pressure gage and was ready to get started on the test when Chester returned with a letter in hand. "It seem's we've been invited to a party," He said as he motioned with the letter in hand, "A messenger was at the door, seems like this is an invitation to confirm our previous conversation with the Captain."

"We'll have to make sure we attend then, wont we?" Elizabeth replied as she turned the knob on the gas boiler, turning it up to start producing steam.

"Only if you really want to. This... summons... will delay our own project," He replied, stating the obvious.

"Perhaps, but we have been asked to assist in a sensitive matter by the heads of state, as such we should probably make an effort to be there, who knows, there may be a time when we need a favor in return, no?"

The water was boiling now and the steam was working its way through the pipes, the periodic gages jumping as the pressure hit them. Once the pressure reached a certain level Chester reached over a flipped a switch on a smaller mechanism that began pumping bellows, compressing the air down to higher pressures before put it into the experimental steam vessel. With each stroke of the pistons a small puff of steam was released. The gages were starting to whistle from the pressure they were experiencing.

"Time to step behind the curtain, shall we?" Chester said, gesturing for Elizabeth to lead the way. There was a heavy steel sheet wall, with Brick behind it to support it, with a thick pane of glass for a window, that was reinforced with a thin lattice of wire to reinforce the glass.

The gages all screamed in discord now, none of them agreeing on a pitch or a tone. Through the window they could see that the new vessel was starting the shutter and dance around on the pipe. The gage there, the final gage, was a bit special in that whatever the highest pressure experienced was, it would stay in that spot until reset. They watched as it climbed, slowly, past their previous records. Once it peaked Elizabeth pulled on a chain the flipped a valve closed on the tank, stopping any more pressure from entering it while Chester reached over to turn off the pressurizing pistons. The whistles came to a slow stop as the pressure was let off. Elizabeth turned the knobs to shut off the gas from behind the protective wall. They waited for a few minutes there, watching for the signs of a rupture or a leak.

It seems as though they made progress....

The day of the event the couple dressed to match, she in her red silk with black brocade corset on a mask to match, too, her large heavy black skirt in bussels behind her. He in his black suit, black vest, black hat, and red silk shirt. He wore a cape with matching brocade to his wife's corset and a mask that matched as well. They produced their invitations at the door as they made their way inside. They went through the pleasantries and niceties required for such events, greeting the host and well-wishing the birthday girl. They even took the opportunity to dance, too. They hadn't danced in what felt like ages. Elizabeth smiles brightly as Chester counted through the steps. He was a certified genius, he could calculate his way through anything, but he struggled to relax and just.. dance. The song ended, they bowed to one another, turned with the rest of the dancing crowd and gave a polite clap to the band and then swiftly made their way off of the dance floor before the next song began.

"Shall we join the others in the library?" Chester said, gesturing toward the library hall. Elizabeth nodded and took Chester's offered hand, her silk gloved hand seemed especially delicate this night. Once in side they found a nice chase to sit on and awaited what was to come next.
Hmmmm... Perhaps something along the lines of, because he is incredibly talented in design his name got brought to the attention of an alumnus, who taught him out and recommended him to take the aptitude tests to gain admission?

We Outlast Those Who Endure






Okay, setting in a place holder here for my character concepts. Husband/Wife Duo, names yet to be decided. The Husband is of the Scholarly type, and the wife is of the crafting nature, though neither belong to the guilds. They met at a social etiquette and information gathering exercise held betwixt the two schools, they tell the story of it being love at first sight, but it was anything but... or perhaps it was everything but? There was passion and attraction, in ways that neither knew possible before that night. Nonono, you mustn't blush, they both retained their purities that night. After graduation they partnered up in an engineering and design firm, with her skill in the metallurgical arts and his famed mind for design, they pushed the limits of conventional materials for steam vessels and ventured into new, unknown alloys, their combined craft pushing at the edges of what is possible. At one point, the wife wanted to study automatons, but learning of their taboo status kept it at a cursory curiosity, and instead focused her intentions on her alloys and rare metals. While she can create anything designed, he can design anything. And while she is blunt and brisk, he is subtle and smooth. They are both, however, quite stubborn, and as star crossed lovers often do, they have promised each other that as long as they both have each other, they can overcome any obstacle, no matter how grand. They have adopted the motto, "We Outlast Those Who Endure."


I'm down if you'll have me. (Also interested in co-gm, too)

I'm thinking of a Magus with Anima and Arcana (lightning). I was recently thinking of how aspects of lightning elemental abilities could be used in a modern/future setting, so I am excited for the possibility to flex that particular creative muscle.

As you look at my post history, it is pretty much all one roleplay that has been running for two years now, and has gotten terribly slow, however we interact ooc in discord quite often. I have two characters in that roleplay. Despite the thread getting slow, I am on checking two to three times a week.
Elizabeth, having defused the situation with Zim and Rooney, at least temporarily, was perhaps a little proud of herself. That pride helped to mitigate the nerves she felt as she left the briefing hall and made her way quickly to the hanger changing room. She quickly pulled off her standard duty fatigues, stripping down to the bare skin and started to dress into her plug suit. She was flushed, her face matching her crimson hair, this was her first time changing in front of other pilots, but there was no time for modesty, and her plug suit afforded little of it anyways. Once her body was covered she used one hand to flip her hair to one side, pulling it out of the plug suit before doing a quick, loosely twisted knot. Once her hair was somewhat contained the princess donned her helmet, checked the status of her plug suit on her helmet's HUD, nodded in affirmation, and made her way to board Ojo.



Her pristine white Werk had yet to see any real combat, only training runs and experimental testing to see if the GDA was a viable tool or not for a Werk. As Elizabeth crossed the Hanger to her machine she looked over the egg shaped drop ships. While Ojo could fit into an egg, her GDA ring would not, at least not without taking it down. The ring could be separated and folded down, but it would require time to calibrate the ring once reconnected. During that time she wouldn't be able to use the ring for propulsion, or for defense. She would have to deploy last, hiding in the shadow of one of the eggs, leaving her exposed to the atmospheric fall. However, that would allow her to make use of the GDA to push incoming attacks off mark, both for herself and her other squadmates.

Once on board Ojo, Elizabeth would start the required status checks to verify operational status and required munition and fuel levels. She was being meticulous, perhaps more than necessary, but she wanted to make sure that nothing unavoidable jeopardized the mission. Especially for her first mission to include a starfall into controlled territory.

Once all final adjustments were made and all statuses showed green Elizabeth followed Maria's Lead, "Elizabeth Fullbright in Ojo, ready for launch!"
@DarkRecon Hey, just a heads up, Katya is dolling out the assault packs, made a last call via discord, so if you want a pack for either Maria or Jake you should pop into discord and let them know.
@Double oooohhh, I like your speed demon idea. I was tempted to use ghost Rider, but decided against it.

I don't think you have to create a villian to counter your hero. Just that you -could- make a villian if you wanted to. At least that is my understanding of it.
I'll take a subscription for 3 reward bucks per month, please! (count me in!)

working on what my mashup is gonna be.......

Nightcrawler/Grifter. Teleportation, extremely high combat senses (combining grifters combat prowess and nightcrawlers physiologically advanced agility), Psychic abilities (toning down/combining the telekenesis and telepathy from grifter and the spacial awareness of Nightcrawler), abnormal physical appearance, and finally a moderate regeneration factor.


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