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(shall we say we have a rather strange, and fluidly descriptive character on our hands!
yi, my brain hurts trying to decipher all your text. i get it after the second or third time. welcome tho^_^)

Dan could not see much being wrapped in webbing of some sort, the stuff was as strong as steel wire. How could these insane goons and their mad boy possibly think he was a giant construct?

Seething, he tried to reign in his emotions, too much steam might give him away and he could just as easily be tossed in a canal and drown him and his boiler.

so he waited.

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The professor sauntered back to his lab, with his old project in view of a possible rebirth, he was ready to begin. Snagging the great oaf was so easy and quick he had gotten clean away with it.

"Such simple minded fools," he watched as his men ented the lair and sealed the door. no sense in letting wuneyes friends wander in.

"now if you would be so kind as to lay our friend on the table and remobe the net, Mr A." he said as he began flipping switches. The four armed spider man laid his bundel on the table and with a spray of his breath disolleved the webbing.

and recieved a full force hydrolic knuckle sandwhich. "sweet pistons, tyour breath is as bad as your face!" Daniel snarled as he grabbed the constructs arm and flung him in a spin at a machine, embedding the thing in the device.

"What are you doing Mr. A? I told you to...." he trailed off when he saw the clank man on his table and looking thorughly pissed. "What the devil are you doing on my table??" yelled the mad boy. "and where is my creation??"

"Wuneye is back on the ship you moron! Now you have a very ticked off captain on your hands, Explain whats going on or ill strart breaking your toys till you talk." Dan grabbed a randome device and ripped it off of its mounting and through it at the spider, pinning it where it lay. There was fire in Dan's eye, the lens over the other eye glowed.

"Hey thats my equipment!" shrieked the professor, "I don't care who you are, but no one, I mean NO ONE disrespects my equipment." yanking a lever a large Tesla coil lowers from the ceiling, crackling with electricity.

Captain daniel sees this and rips up another device and tosses it at the coil, destroying it, electricity spitting everywhere, the coil breaks up. A large piece of it lands on one of Dans wigns and arm. "Not good" he mutters. All of his charming qualities have evaporated and he was fighting hot. disconnecting the wing and tearing loose the arm he grabs the nearest thing he can get his hands on and rams it into the socket. A pale blue light runs over the improvised arm and he points it at the prof.

"what what did i just do?" Daniel wonders looking at his arm. the item in question had at one point been some kind of welding device. Now the magic remnants of his body had turned the thing into a rifle of some kind.

"Sop breaking my stuff!!" screams the scientist, "Do you have any idea how long this stuff took to build??"

"Dont care." retorts the captain, "you kidnap me and don't expect me to fight back?"

"No one usually fights back" the professor says loftily. His balding man servant, who had wisely stayed out of sight in the face of the clankers might, hit him with a stunner baton in the back. the captain roared in pain and fell in a heap.

"Hell." Daniel says as he begins to black out, "Wish I had some backup..."

~ outside repair hangar ~

She turns to Wuneye. "Good. I think the captain was taken. Which means his trail will lead me to your ex-creator. You'll-"

"Excuse me! Excuse me miss!"

A dockyard patrol officer walks briskly up to her. "Miss, is this... thing... a dog?"

She whirls on him with a dangerous gleam in her eye. Like a cat that has just been hailed by a mouse. "What exactly does it look like to you?"

"I thought as much. Miss, I'm afraid all dogs of any description MUST be kept leashed while in the city of Cog Island Port Town."

"You heard the man Naught. Get some chain."

The Naught-beast saunters over to a nearby length of chain by the wall of the hangar. Looking the patrol officer with hunger in its eyes, it takes a great mouthful of chain, then bites it off with a terrible little sound of metal being cut, and the end drops to the ground. It gulps the chain as it saunters back to its mistress, taking heel position. It bows its head forward and the end of the chain is ejected from the back of its neck with a convenient handle welded onto the final link. She grasps it firmly and says to the officer, "If you are entirely satisfied now, I will permit you to go about your business."

She says this in an utterly matter-of-fact manner, as if there was no question as to who should be dismissing whom in this conversation. The officer says, a bit flustered, "Um, yeah, thass oll roight 'en innit?" and he desperately seeks somewhere else to be.

Now she simply says, "Come on, giant. We're on the hunt. Naught, continue." And she walks lightly beside the mechanical behemoth holding the chain daintily as if it were a show dog.

((Please bare with me, I'm new to steampunk and I'm sort of lost in this RP ^^UU Thank you))

[zooming towards the Khaos]

A weird vehicle zoomed down a street, startling innocent bypassers. It was black in colour, with the smallest hint of brass...or was it copper? Steam issuing from behind it as it zoomed at top speed, the strange motorcycle took turns with the grace of a dancer, even though it was as big as the young man riding it. A pair of fair, small hands were tightly gripping the pilot's shirt, as, goggles down, he speeded down another street and looked around, confused.

"I do think, my dear Alexandre, that you have lost us yet again..." the owner of the soft hands whispered in her brother's ear as she clung tightly to his waist. Her long black hair swept behind her like silk threads in the wind the speed created, her almond-shaped hazel eyes protected by a pair of brass goggles.

"It ain't my fault! You said to turn left and I turned left, Lenore!" Alexandre shouted over the roaring of the wind, adjusting his leather goggles quickly before regaining control of the vehicle. "This isn't the right street, and I bet you were gonna say right instead of left!"


"I said left, and you turned right, adored brother. For a budding engineer, I would suppose that differentiating left from right is a must," Lenore answered stifling a giggle while her beloved brother groaned.

After another five minutes, Alexandre came to a halt swiftly and neatly considering he could kill themselves at the speed he was driving. Pulling his goggles up onto his bandanna, he looked around and sighed.

"We'll ask for directions, now, won't we...?" he said while his sister nodded.
Lenore adjusted her denim shorts and secured her tool box tot he vehicle, since it had been rattling all the way, then she proceeded to dust his brother's black shirt.

"Oi, Len, it's ok, that's what this clothing is for: to get dirty. Now, go ask that lady over there, if she sees me she'll think I'm a monster..." he said as Lenore giggled looking him up and down: certainly, with that size he looked like a giant monster.

((Nya!!! Misanthrope you are the best *huggles* thankchuu very very mucho! ^0^))


"Yeah, rejoice at my mistake, Lenore Whilliam!" Alexandre growled as they rode the motorcycle yet again, now backtracking to the street where the young man should've turned... yep, left.

"I merely suggested that you took a children's book and practiced, Alexandre. It would be a good idea. Although it certainly surprises me, dear brother, since you have won many a fight and some hundreds in money..." the girl said quietly, scratching her chin.

"That's because I know what I'm doing and not taking directions from a snippet at my back!" Alexandre snickered as he finally turned left and sped down the street. Lenore blushed up to her ears at the mention of her height and growled, trying hard not to dig her fingernails in her brother's chest.

Finally, they saw the saturated port, with puffs of steam creating a dense fog, and people walking around. Alexandre came to another swift halt, issuing screams from some ladies and pushed his goggles up with a roar of triumph.

"YEAH! ALMIGHTY ALEXANDRE BROUGHT YOU TO THE KHAOS!!" he screamed punching the air happily.

Lenore merely nodded, flashing an adoring smile up at the giant of a brother she had, and then looking curiously at the ship. "I do not suppose we should ring a bell before we enter?" she asked, but Alexandre took her hand while pushing the motorcycle into the ship, proceeding for the galley.


"'ello! Anybody in here?" he called in his deep voice.

[[Pilot test at being more sensible :'D]]

[Galley~]

Footstep staccato in the legs of an amateur; lesson, lesson!

Snaps of eyes without the dragon in betwixt (Though, granted, snapdragons did emit wonderful fragrance~); fad-fabric sidling across the canvas of her cheek- seemingly-seams of quality~
...What was on her cheek in the first place? Iron? Wine? Ah, the iron wine, the iron wine!
Anemics could never manage alcoholism of the matter, could they?

Viewable acid apple iris investigating the source of the fabric (Oh, it was a napkin- or perhaps a hankerchief? Hanker, hanker~), the fingers veiled underneath, cream arm-- Melanin was dabbing at her cheek.
...Melanin now was above her.

The Kannibal blinked; had a being ever been taller than herself? Had another entity outside herself observed a bird's eye view of the human, spark, robotic, what have oneself, populace proper, purer than her own? Melanin's upper lip shuddering something verbal- by no means recieved in full; something about situating oneself in a chair--
She was sitting.

Task of accomplishing where she currently existed in terms of physical positioning, turned attention on Menalin. To which extent the revelation of Melanin still medically-attacking the taller woman's facial features drifted into registration.
...Melanin was now within touching proximity to her pixie nose.
Microscopic gusts from the mouth and nostrils, breathing the fume of human air- did she breath again...?
The Kannibal took the second needed to verify her hypothesis, to which consquently resulted in inhalation and therefore the milicentimeters needed of bodily propulsion forward to brush Melanin's visage with her own.
She did breath~
Established physical contact with Menalin demanded a misguided breath (Was this her first?) of parched laughter.

Life fluids persisting to bathe themselves in the oxygen that granted such vivid hue, though currently subjected to suffucation, compact-compressed now somewhere against Melanin's crown of tabby tresses.
A line of raver burgundy to the dip between eyelid and lashes and interfered with her sight. Though no attempt to blink such an obstacle was executed; Melanin appeared quite fascinating through the visual sludge of blood~

"Clever curls, clever curls~"

Door opened.
Liquid colored in the shade of violence blinked onto the flooring of Melanin's left eye. Observed it when the sphere transfigurated simultaneously upon impact into the world's tiniest stream.

"Anyone in here?"


Devils to dance in the Head.
Dance. Dance. Dance. Dance.
Bruised ballerina arms teethered in filthy string.
"But how is it spelled?"
Canines in the mouth rather the dog; how they flashed.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

(don't forget to say where you are in the ship before each post ^^ )
(( 6 foot 25 would be...8 foot 1, I think. surprised ))

[galley]

"hmm." Alexandria muttered to herself before breaking contact with the Kannibal and shaking her head. She didn't want to break eye contact. Why was that? This woman had said few words since her arrival.

What had that felt like? a trance, perhaps.

"Oh!" Alexandria stood back and surveyed the two strangers. One towered over her and she had to catch herself from backing into an adjacent table,
"I'm sorry, I'm Alexandria Sharp, cartographer and keeper of charts aboard the Khaos. Sorry for not noticing your arrival."

She have a quick curtsy and glanced worriedly up at the large man who seemed to her to be in a rather awkward spot in the galley.
"Sir, you may be more comfortable if you sit. These rooms were not built for people of your stature."

Turning her attention back to the woman who had just spoken.
"Do you happen to have any antiseptic at hand? Even medicinal alcohol would be alright, I need to get her wounds cleaned up before they stop bleeding all together."

Alexandria touched the the Kannibal's shoulder gently.
"You'll be alright."

~ streets ~

As Silas reaches the group, Sylvian doesn't turn or look at him, she simply says, "We are most likely approaching conflict. You're responsible for your own safety. I'm not going to bother protecting you. If you get injured, I will quite probably laugh at you."