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

[Atomic Blue]

(Bump. ^^ my post will be up soon.)

[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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It was a quiet hour in the ancient little cottage. Juno sat down in a prim, neat fashion near his father's old, birch desk. His finger skimmed across his mechanical leg gently as he brought it up and across his natural knee, carassing it tenderly like a newborn child. (Not that he knew the feel. He didn't intend on it either.) It was cold to the touch; chilled like the early morning frost nibbling at his nose in the winter or the heavy rains that pelted the late afternoon streets of the town in the spring. There were elaborate silver gears and strips of gold lining, all the while with flesh locked inside. It rattled ever so quietly under his suprisingly graceful touch, like it had it's own heart and soul. His free hand was resting on the old claymore sword his grandfather had passed on, and where Juno's own dad had given it to him long ago. Apparently, it was an 'antique.' The day before his death, Juno's father had stabbed it into the ground, saying it made a good armrest. He hadn't gotten rid of it when the old man died because it was a wonderfully bright, jovial moment when he pushed it through the floorboards. He was as tired as he had been in days, with eyelids drooping and constant yawning that tore through the air each and every time it struck from his lungs. There was nothing to do but sit around and wait for something to happen. It was what he did all the time, anyways. (Well, the house probably could've used some cleaning. Juno rolled his eyes at the very thought of his built, lean form scrubbing at the picture frames hanging onto the staircase wall.) Juno smirked to himself as he stared lazily out the window, watching the people stroll by yet again, socializing with one another in a happy manner, top hats and big dresses.
 
Happy. The word burned his tongue as his lips dried.

Inside, there was a strong wish for somebody to smash through the glass pane and throw him against the muck-covered walls. At least he'd have something to do, for god's sake. It was pathetic, how much action he received these days, or lack thereof. Blood would spill like glasses of milk pushed off the countertop. It would stain the ground and he'd have it forever. Juno's smirk was replaced with a deep frown, his sharp gray eyes suddenly very dim and empty. His eyebrows were furrowed in bitter frustration as he kicked himself mentally for thinking such inhuman things. Though he was a Bloodletter, a veteran, a ruthless warrior, Juno preferred to keep the mindset of a human. It was his mind that kept his entire being on the positive side- the only thing that kept him on what he believed was the true, 'good' side of the war and humanity. Damn it! There he went again, off on a meaningless tangent between right and wrong, corruption and purity, life and death, mind over matter. Did that even apply to Bloodletters? Juno was quite unsure. All he wanted to know was that he was bred to fight, slaughter and annihilate. He would think nothing more or less of it. It wasn't as if he was angry or depressed, or even crazy. He had just grew up beside it like a little brother and learned its ways.
Rising from his place on the worn-out seat, he stretched his arms out, bringing them into the air, up to the ceiling with a prolonged grunt. Twisting a little screw poking out of his leg back into place, he trudged along towards the door, listening the painful screech of gears as they rolled and clashed together. Every step he took and a 'clank'. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. With a quick yank at the door knob, it swung open, and to his own surprise, Juno grinned, though it was everything but humorous and joyful. It was moreorless one seeking retribution. Yes, that was it. He had nothing to lose and nothing to gain but revenge. On who? Again, Juno hadn't a clue. He could feel it bubbling in his stomach though. He could feel it- he was a man on a mission. Watch out world.

Stepping out the door was such a fresh experience for Juno. He adjusted the collar of his coat and, with the attitude of a king, he easily strode out the frame in a boisterous manner. There were itchy stares coming his way which Juno did not even spare a mere glance. The epic moment was short lived when he felt the faintest of water leak from the sky. In turn, his lips packed tightly together, bottom lip slightly curled in for a pained grimace of disgust. Raining? To think he'd actually get a chance to go out into the real world and enjoy himself.

[ossa di cervo]

((Just a bump and me saying I WILL get my posts up soon. I've just been getting them written down. I didn't want anyone thinking I've let this die before it got off it's feet. :3))

[ossa di cervo]

Zilya Withers
Zilya awoke with a start and reached out in the darkness around her. She was in a bed. She let herself believe that it was her bed before her door swung open with a loud smack against the wall. The lights switched on and Zilya covered her eyes as she buried her face in the pillow under her head. Loud footsteps came toward her and Mr. Dillians's booming voice echoed in the small room, "Now, now, Mrs. Withers! You must, must, must get up! It's far past time we started the tests!"
Zilya stiffened under the blankets and turned toward Mr. Dillians's, "Tests? You expect me to be some kind of lab rat?" Zilya swung the blankets off of her body and threw her legs out of bed. She was draped in light blue pajamas and she glared at Mr. Dillians who spoke out in his defense, "Why wouldn't I? You belong to me.." his voice was harsh and suddenly serious. He took two paces toward Zilya and was nose to nose with the small girl, "Get your clothes on. I told you.. We have tests to preform. You'll find modern day garb in the closet." He turned and took a few steps toward the door, his small overcoat rustling. Before he reached the door he turned to stare at Zilya with a wolfish grin, "And don't think of trying to run. You'll get yourself hurt.."
Zilya swallowed her pride and looked to the one window that was placed in the small room. The air outside was dense with smog and the people walking around had suits and dresses and they carried around small umbrellas. Zilya's jaw unhinged but she went to the closet anyhow, expecting to find some kind of odd, ruffled dress. Her confusion was genuine when she opened the closet and began to slip the clothes on. She had been given a pair of tight, rough leather pants and an even tighter shirt made of fabric that was thin. The shirt mid-way sleeves almost reaching to her elbows which made Zilya smile a little. She rather enjoyed the new clothes. Among all this Zilya found a pair of leather gloves that had the fingers torn off and a pair of odd, perfectly circled, gold rimmed goggles. The things fascinated her and she pulled them over her head and let them rest in her hair.
Smiling proudly, Zilya exited the room she was shoved in last night and the first thing she heard was Mr. Dillians's loud voice, once again cheerful, "Ah! Zilya! You do look stunning!" He rushed forward and moved Zilya's head from side to side, examining her every inch before nodding to himself, "Perfect. You're perfect." Zilya found a little venom in her glare toward Mr. Dillians. Whatever he meant behind those words, she didn't like. She had to get away from here as soon as possible. She now blended in with the society she was in and wouldn't draw much attention to herself. With any luck she could slip away without anyone's notice and never be found again. Then she could find a way back into her time and start her search for her father again.
Luck would have it that Mr. Dillians wouldn't leave poor Zilya alone. Every time she even thought about slipping out the door, Mr. Dillians would be breathing down her neck trying to take her blood or pull her DNA. She had to do something. Anything, "Mr. Dillians, I need to go to my room for a moment." The words blurted out of Zilya's mouth before she could even think about them. Mr. Dillians looked a little surprised but nodded and shrugged, "So be it. Hurry back, we have plenty more tests to preform."
And that's how it began. That's what made Zilya rush to her room and grab a coat from the closet full of clothes she was given. She opened the window at the end of her room before rushing back to the closet again and peering in to find a scarf. Nice, thickly knitted. Perfect. Zilya grabbed the scarf and threw it around her neck before she scrambled out her window. Finding her way out had far easier then Zilya had imagined. Once her feet hit the cobblestone streets of this new place she set off at a sprint in a new direction, hoping, by all that she lived for, she would run into someone else. Someone from her time. She hoped but her hopes were small. What were the chances of another Bloodletter being alive in this exact time period? What if the others had been revived to early and died? The thoughts made Zilya push her feet faster in this unknown city. She had to find someone.

((Yay! I'll post Kuper's first post in a few days. I want to get Zilya started. I have a plan for how to bring Kuper into all this. ^^))

[Atomic Blue]

((Cheers to first posts! Awesome intro of Zilya by the way. :3))

[Kites]

{{Hey Zmija, sorry I haven't posted, or even finished my form. I've been really busy with November tests and work, though I am still interested in this roleplay. I'll try and complete the form this weekend sometime}}

[ossa di cervo]

((Its perfectly fine! I've been busy myself as well, so I totally understand(: ))

[beekind]

((Bleh..Sorry this is late...and crappy...))

Ari sat bolt upright in bed. Her breath came shakily and cold sweat poured down her face. She looked around the room. Empty. She cursed her fear and wiped her face off. It was just a dream. Just a dream...But dreams had meanings didn't they? And this one's meaning was clear. It had already happened. Her family was dead. She frowned and nearly rolled her eyes at the sound of the gears whirring on the other side of her head to match her expression. The Enemy-curse them- had done this to her. She could have been a normal human woman who'd never heard of bloodlettering. She could've been a normal girl who grew up into a wife and a mother. She could've been an old woman,watching her children grow up and become parents of their own. She could've died peacefully,lulled into sleep like a child. She could've stayed dead.

She could have been happy.

But no. Here she was,decades and decades after the war. The enemy was gone,the allies were gone,her friends were gone and her family was gone. She was the only one left. What book was it that a distraught man cried “All have perished but me! Woe to them that have killed a child!”? She couldn't remember now. It probably wasn't even relevant any more. She shook her hair out of her face. She wasn't even a normal human any more. She was just a machine that was being given a second chance at life. “You were a spectacular specimen!” they'd said. “We couldn't just let you go to waste!” So thats what she'd become. A specimen.

Light flooded into her room and she squinted. A brown haired woman who had to be wearing a pound of makeup walked briskly into the room,her high heels tapping on the linoleum floor. “Ari darling! It's time for your tests!” Ari hissed and turned toward her,her green eyes glinting. “McCaughlly.” The woman's smile faltered. “What.”
“Call.Me.McCaughlly.” She said slowly. She still wasn't used to talking with the machine attached to half her face. The woman wrinkled her nose. “Well,then alright. But come on. We must Socialize you!” The woman was so happy Ari wanted to slap her. “I don't want to socialize...” She growled. “Why,of course you do!” The doctor dragged her over to the closet and began dressing her . She hung a pair of Aviator goggles around her neck and stuffed her into a pair of Brown leather pants and knee-high lace up boots that went over them. Ari made an attempt to get away from her,but she just got yanked into a shirt.

The woman shoved her out into the corridor. “Go on! Zilya's probably already out there!” Zilya...did she know anyone named Zilya? A torrent of blurry memories came flooding back to her,but she shook them off. They were too painful to think about now. She heard a few voices around a corner talking about tests and occasionally mentioning her name. Her mouth fell into a grimance and her mechanical face whirred to comply. She spotted a window and stopped. 'Should I...?' Footsteps sounded and she gave a smirk. “Screw you guys. I'm out.” She stuck her tongue out. The modern phrase felt weird to say. Ari shrugged on her knee-length black jacket,opened the window and crawled out into the world.

[ossa di cervo]

((*Nudges topic* Oh and Koru, if Ari started out in the same place as Zilya there would be woman to help her get out. Mr. Dillians is the only doctor there. ^^ That and it's kind of like a hidden trade he has in his little house. No one knows about it and it's a dark, shabby place. ;D Dead bodies.. Smelly. You know. Haha.))

[beekind]

((*Awkward Silence*I'ma go edit that..lol))