The Rise of the Rebels (Steampunk RP)

[Cornflower MM]

Arya caught the arrow as it bounced again, the started to make some more. She scooted backwards, just in case Dregnar wanted to show Valerian how it worked.

[W0NWILL]

Ilex stumbled down to enter the room, bringing with him a stench of rotten eggs.
"Val, Dreg!" He said, breathing hard from the physical exertion of getting excited, then walking down the stairs quickly, "You gotta add some of this stuff to your bombs! It stinks and is explosive!" His usually clean clothes were caked in chemicals and sweat. He sat on a machine part and wiped his face with his shirt, which only added to the grime.

[The Skarzs]

Dregnar wafted the foul air from his face with a large paw. "Pffaw! What dark corner of hell did you drag that smell from? It's like a rotting frog ate a rotting duck then puked it up!" He backed up to try and escape the putrid fumes.

[Cornflower MM]

Arya wrinkled her nose. "I have to say, I agree with you Dregnar." She said as she finished an arrow.

[W0NWILL]

Ilex sniffed himself, then wrinkled his nose in disgust. "I brought it from the corner of Hell called the city limits." He said, smiling at his(not so good) joke. "Actually, it's a mixture of vinegar, sulfur, and butyric acid. Oh, and baking soda as a base."

OOC: Note: I am not a chemist, however much I like to think. I'm not even sure if they all react, except for baking soda and vinegar. But psuedo-science is what we're using, so that's the direction I'm going.

[Unimaginative]

Vlad smiled beneath his respirator. He had quietly followed Dregnar and Valerian around, watching as they fiddled with the parts. "Lucky thing I've got the mask." he said. "Blocks out all odors."

[The Skarzs]

"Should get one of those myself," Dregnar grumbled as he covered his snout. He opened a ventilation shaft even wider. "Whoof! That's some strong stuff; would definitely give the empire something to be miserable about."

[Cornflower MM]

Arya was not paying ,much attention to the conversatio any more; She was more focused on her arrows.

[BlueRose]

OOC: *explosive steampunk tantrum*

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: Can we do a time-skip, Shade?

[BlueRose]

OOC: *begins rigging a bomb that should, if it functions correctly, blow everyone into the next day at minimum. If maximum, everyone should end up in the next week, but by then the empire should be routed, so it wouldn't be much of an issue*

[The Skarzs]

OOC: We'll talk to Shade about that, I suppose.

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: Um, Blue? Can I just say one thing?






FULL SPEED AHEAD!!

[BlueRose]

OOC: Working on it, Corny. Time-jump bombs are tricky.

[The Skarzs]

Dregnar now had most of the mechanisms running smoothly, and was busy with the meticulous task of steam valves. He stood up and stretched. "Gah, that bending over does a number on large beasts like me." He grunted as he lifted the massive contraption onto the tank. "There; it'll be easier to work from there."