The Rise of the Rebels (Steampunk RP)

[W0NWILL]

Retcin thought, nodding, "Mightjustwork." he said rapidly, "Thisabeast wanna help inside. Retcin can fly o'er walls, afterall. But prolly bebest onna outside. Or maybe thisabeast fly goodbits o'er walls, bits we use. Notem."

[Rusvul]

"As plans go, that's a good 'un. Fair desperate, but I think it's our best shot." Valerian fidgeted slightly, adjusting his belt and shifting some of the purple fabric he had adorned himself with.

[Norham Waterpaw]

Frinlen had noticed the arrival of what Arya said was a spy. He eyed him up and down, and worked up the nerve to talk. "Hey liddle feller, hows about I buy you somethin' nice from Old Joe upstairs?" And with that, he slung his arm around the beast and walked him up the stairs. He turned and gave a wink to the others below.

Whunk!

Frinlen came back downstairs. "Knuckle Sandwich, free a' charge." He said, grinning

[Unimaginative]

Vlad's face was unreadable beneath his respirator, but he made his feelings known. "I think the innkeeper may notice the unconscious beast lying upstairs." He said wryly, then turned back to Raven. "I've got to agree with Valerian. It's risky, but our best chance of success."

[BlueRose]

Victoria had listened to the proceedings with a slight smile on her face. "I can get all of you in, but the plan sounds more fun. Find a way to send me a message when you guys have a date set, and I'll soup up the disruptor things as much as I can on that day. See ya!" Standing, she walked to the door. Before going out, she turned to Vlad. "Your pack will power you for sure, but it might also be able to shoot fire or poison gas. Don't try it out when you're alone." Then, she slipped into the darkness, leaving behind the slightest scent of chocolate.

[Rusvul]

OOC: The disruptors are bad, souping them up would be a bad thing...

[Unimaginative]

"Vicky, you were kidding, right? RIGHT!" he called after her, slightly panicked. "She had to be kidding. She wouldn't do that, would she?" Vlad asked nervously. "I don't want poison in something that's keeping me alive.

[BlueRose]

OOC: Throwing soup on something electric would be a bad thing, Rus. Vicky often says one thing and means another. (Not including the thing about Vlad's power pack. She would actually do something crazy to it.)

[Rusvul]

OOC: Wait, what? Why would... Wh... 'Kay then. Let's just go with that. Soup. Literally. Sure, why not? XD

[The Shade]

"Personally I wouldn't have let her meddle with yer pack in the first place," Raven snickered. He straightened up, returning business-like in an instant. "Don't care fer the body, the innkeeper is an old mate, that's why we've had the privilage to meet here in the first place. Did yer kill 'im, Frin?"

[Cornflower MM]

Arya heard the Thud! And winced. Even that old mouse didn't deserve that. He was one of the better ones, but still cruel. She crawled back, stood up, and said, "Can somebeast tell me the plan really quick? Where there's one of those spies, there's at least one other nearby. I need to get out of here, pronto."

[BlueRose]

Victoria slipped through the darkness like a wraith, keeping away from streetlights and crowded streets. After ducking into an alley, she pulled a large piece of board away from the wall, revealing a well made tunnel. Checking that no beast saw, she crept into the tunnel, pulled the board back over it, and used the passageway that her mother had dug to return to her home.

[Rusvul]

OOC: Shade, what is the Rebel hideout like? It's probably where Valerian lives and works, and I'd like him to do a bit of the latter now.

BIC: Valerian nodded. "The plan is as follows- Me and Vicky take alternate routes inside, meeting at a side door. I'll, ah, eliminate any guards I see, and I'd guess that she'd do the same- Or at least knock them out. We'll then open the door for all of you, and we'll jam and destroy as much machinery as we can. As we leave, Frinlen will set off an explosion and the whole place will go up. Right. Where'dye need to go? I can, ah, assist you in your travel, if you wish. Though I doubt it'd sit well with you."

[Cornflower MM]

"One, the plan sounds good. Heh, it'll be super easy for me do damage the machinery. Two, as much as I appreciate the the offer, I'll skip. You have no need to escort me to my home." Arya said, then smiled, to show that there was no hard feelings on her part. "Now, I'll bid you a good evening." She said, then started making her graceful way towards the door.

[The Shade]

OOC: Something like a partly attached tree house sorta deal, south-east of Old Redwall. Maybe the remains of Brockhall. Something like that anyway. Just feel free to add stuff, I don't mind.  BIC:

Everything important had been pretty much said. About half of the assemply still sat chatting. This was a good thing. If too many beasts suddenly started pouring out an inn, some pompus offical would most certainly notice, and a stick their snout in where it didn't belong. As he was about to step out the doorway Raven remembered just in time. He strod up to the bar, where the inn keeper was, and slammed a pawful of coins on the counter. The inn keeper, an elderly stoat, rasied a bushy eyebrow. No doubt the money had been in a pouch sliced off a rich creature's belt.

" 'Ave ye managed to get a decent job to pay, Rav? No? I thought not." The keeper, who was in fact Joe himself, sighed. "Yer can 'ave yer liddle meetin's all yer like, but it ain't gonna do anything against the empire." Raven grinned, as if there was some private joke involved, and responded. "Oh, I'm sure we'll start making an impact soon. Take care, Joe. See ya." And with that he headed out the door for his airship.