Age of the Machine ((Semi-Lit Steampunk RP! OPEN!))

[ossa di cervo]

Black, black, black and blue, beat me till I'm numb.
Kuper Maines
Tell the devil I said hey when you get back to where you're from.

Kuper dashed down the street, his eyes flicking to Max for only a quick moment. Never before had he been so thankful to have this dog. Even in war it seemed like Kuper didn't care much for the canine, but he had a feeling that he'd quickly learn to love this dog. He was the only thing he had to remember home by. Kuper's eyes narrowed instinctively as he thought of home, "Come'on Max, we don't need to go home. We can learn to live here." And so, Kuper pushed his feet faster and harder against the cobblestone streets.

Kuper's suit scratched against his body and once or twice it got caught on something and the man went flying through the air only to land on the palms of his hands. The moment Kuper would land though, he seemed to push himself up instantly and bolt off again. He didn't have time to waste, so sitting and examining his now bloody palms was out of the question. Something was in his pocket and he could feel it but Kuper kept that out of his mind as he moved through the alleys of this smoggy town.

Kuper burst from the alleyway and into the main street once he found it. He got several odd looks and he stood there for only a moment before dashing off down the street again. He knocked over several bins full of what he assumed was trash. When he turned his head to look he ran straight into someone else. His head turned and he saw Genevieve Bolet in front of him. Something moved in the back of his mind and he stared at her for several moments, Max barking crazily beside him, before lifting his hand to point at her, "I know you. You're that.. Inventor of sorts, right? You were with the Bloodletters before.." Kuper glanced around and swallowed hard, "Never mind that. We need to talk though. How did you get here? What's going on?" The man glanced around once more and realized a flaw in his questionings, "Ignore that as well, we shouldn't just be standing here. We.. Or I.. look like a criminal already." His eyes shot back toward Genevieve, "May I talk to you somewhere?"

((Lol, I'm so unique I used the exact same way Zilya ran into Juno. xD Sorry him talking is so.. abrupt.))

[WalkerNom]

{Its fine lol it fits with the scene, I got stuff to do...ugh I was so excited to read your post and then I gotta go, so I will do my chores, then I will come back and post, I'm so planned aint I?}

Genevieve was out running, trying to keep her thoughts clear, she just couldn't. Her mind was always reminding her how unhappy and lonely she was. She ended up listening to the sound of her constant, steady breathing. She was interupted by the sound of feet pounding the pavment and bins of all sorts toppling over. It seemed to be getting closer to her, she turned around to look in pure curiousity. She was met by a man, not much older then she, and was forced to the ground when he ran into her.

Her arms flew behind her in a desperate attempt to break her fall, almost suddenly, she heard the sound of her palms hitting the pavement, which made a clap like sound. She couldn't help but let out an irritated sigh as she gathered herself, and her shoulder bag which had fallen to the ground with her, to stand up again. Once up, she could finally focus on the dog's barking, she hadn't noticed that before? Such an annoying sound, why can't they make a sound less intrusive?? she thought before turning her head to the stranger who had pushed her over.

She ended up staring at him, observing that he had neat dark hair, bright blue eyes, and was wearing a suit that had absolutly no wrinkles in it unless he bent an arm or leg. He didn't look like the type of man that would run down the street like he was, was he running from the police?

She got confused when he began to ask her a load of questions, only to take them back and ask another. Why is he so frazzled? she thought. She felt eyes on her from passing by padestriens, she knew they wondered the same thing she did, who was this guy, and why was he asking me all these questions? One thing he said stayed with her, he knew who she was? But how...unless... eager to find out, she gathered herself to say something. "Sure, I-I guess" she said, she sounded kind of freaked out, who would blame her for it?? Her eyes were wide with surprize, "But, how do you know all that about me??" she asked.

[Atomic Blue]

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this has αℓωαyѕ been [ B E Y O N D ] my cσитяσℓ
i'm кιρтуи кєииαи, but you should call me [ J U N O ! ]
don't worry, buddy. i'll make sure you [ N E V E R ] forget it
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"I doubt I know you, and I just don't care." This was not a lie. Juno's expression was smug as he traced the dark edges of his scar etched into his neck, but in his head he detected a thread of amusement in his own voice. He didn't care much for who was around him, or if she knew him, because it didn't change anything. Neglecting people was a little feature of his. Maybe, under a few circumstances, a conversation would be brought to the table, like now, but it was never anything spectacular. Unfortunately, her guarded voice set him on the edge. It was irksome to hear her deny death- it was inevitable! Why bother hiding it? Juno wasn't stupid or anything- his rebirth had happened a few years back. He was a war veteran and had been through hell- going in, coming out, then going in once again. She was a Bloodletter, wasn't she? The idea was alarmingly familiar in the worst possible way. 

He's inching across the ground with blood caked onto his cheeks and mud underneath his finger nails. There are needles of fire stabbing him, and parts of him are so numb he's not sure they are still attached. Readjusting himself is a fatal mistake, and suddenly everything aches more. The stench of death hanging in the is overwhelming that he is fighting back salty, bitter tears and a putrid river of vomit- he's been crawling like this for hours on end. He isn't supposed to be here! He is an assasin, not a front-line warrior, fighting for a certain side just for pride and power, only leading to unfufilled wishes and a lonely death. As he disregards the thought of ceasing his onward shuffling just to sob, he wonders why he is sparing with men and women twice his age. What is he doing here? It's a nice question to ask, but nothing lines up properly enough to answer it. His eyes sting, struggling to stay open, even though closing them seems so much more painful. He is trying to spot anyone of the opposing force. The gun that is hitched on his back is loaded and is ready to be whipped out at any given time, and he hugs the strap on his chest like he is hugging his mother as he shuffles ahead, his clothing catching dirt and debris. 

He has nothing to lose.

There was a brief albeit heavy moment of silence as Juno thought about Zilya (He knew it! Z! Of course!), considering what she was doing here. It was questionable, the way she spoke with caution and care. His fingers were unmoving, still holding onto a loose gold bolt, as if it was the most important object in the entire world. The words he wanted to say automatically were clogged in his throat, as if unwilling to come out just yet. In his mind, everything was prolonged and dreary- he didn't really know what he was thinking about anymore. The crisp gears that usually functioned just fine had decided to stop. It followed down through his spine, a desperate ache that couldn't be helped or bothered to be straightened out. Her abrupt moodswing twisted his organs and he felt a small stir in his stomach. Juno let out a short, inaudible breath and raised his head, cocking it to meet her gaze with a steady stare. It was stoic and empty. Dull, gray, emotionless and empty. Would he regret this? Sharing his name, even if it was only an alias? "You should call me Juno." I'm just Juno. It was like the dark, depressing isolation and clog of his senses was gently lifted when he was done with his reply. Everything seemed so much more clear, for unknown reasons, but reasons nonetheless. Like he was rid of the burden of any lies. She had not prodded on, and for that Juno was thankful. The noise in the background was like a broken record filled with urban sounds, clashing of metals, the bickering of couples and children passing by, the screaming and wailing of a young child who couldn't find their mother. He could barely hear his thoughts, like a train without anymore tracks. Juno wished that he was trapped in his mind once more. 

((I decided to write a memory. Fueled by boredom of course. Excuse my lateness, crappiness and wallness!))

[WalkerNom]

{Nice post! I wish I was as Literate as you, Atomic.}

[Atomic Blue]

((Gah I'm a fail writer, it isn't that good of a post. XD))

[WalkerNom]

{Whatever! It's amazing!}

[Atomic Blue]

((bump!))

[WalkerNom]

Bump!

[Atomic Blue]

((Bump!))

[Atomic Blue]

((I can't believe this died... again. D: ))