INV Only Steampunk & Magic RP. PM if you wish to join.

[spice01]

Evelyn smiled looking at the dress. She watched Patricia leave before folding up her uniform. She closed her eyes and took a long breath in through her nose. She loved the smell of clothing. She collected her things and walked out back into the tavern.

[Brox]

Ratwheel is moving away from the table as the gentleman that were sitting at it were dragged outside, he wheeled close to Evelyn smiling broadly up at her. "You look lovely my dear, quite a wonderful choice." Ratwheel smiled broadly as he picked up his wine from the little desk on his chair , one of the men being dragged out has a flintlock pressed to his head to motivate him to move outside peacefully.

[spice01]

"You really think so?" she said with a smile making a small curtsy. She watched as the men leave "What did he do?" she says still looking at the man. She was curious and had a curios look about her face.

[Brox]

"Oh he upset me with his poor manners, and so some of my friends decided to escort him from the premisis." Ratwheel smiled up at her adjusting his bowler hat recling back in his wheelchair as he moved towards a table near the stage of the tavern where the fiddlers played on, he patted an empty seat next to him. "So tell me about you dear? Why did you join Banshees little group of oddballs?"

[hedgehog101]

Oliver gave up looking for the Bride, and ended up walking down some roads she wasn't as familiar with. As she walked, she heard an oddly loud tavern for the smaller area, and went closer to investigate.

[Brox]

As Oliver draw close shed see four men hurling the shirted man being thrown into the gutter. "And stay out!"

[hedgehog101]

Oliver slunk into the shadows, taking note of their guns, and the force of the men. This wasn't just some man being thrown out for causing trouble after one to many drinks, it seemed. Nor did the four men seem like normal employees of a tavern. She drew closer to the windows, trying to get a feel for the atmosphere. Her main strength was sneaking into parties and public places, and she would probably be able to do so successfully, if she gave herself enough time.

[Brox]

The men walked back into the tavern as the door opened the irish fiddle magic filling the air and laughed and happyness seemed to radiate from within. The smell of ale and cooked meats poured out the door.

[hedgehog101]

As the door began to close, Oliver slipped in, immidiatly soothed. Out of all the places she went, there weren't any like Ratwheel's taverns. They were an escape for many from the rotten city life. The fiddle music played brightly, and would make anyone wish they had a flute or instrument to join in with the song. The tavern was filled with warm colors, as if it was hardly aware of the storm that had passed.

[Brox]

((You are so linguistically gifted it hurts my soul in the best kind of way ))