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« Reply #175 on: September 01, 2015, 03:27:47 am »

Abraham looked around and then quickly grabbed the reins, bringing the horses to a full gallop, and making a sharp turn short of their destination.

"We are being followed. You proceed into the museum, and take these," Abraham produced old stones, with what seemed to be runes etched on them, "There are instructions on the slip of paper attached to them. Put read them at the entrances and exits.

And with that, Abraham jumped from the carriage, his hand in his jacket, feeling for his colt. Finding it, he handled it and sprinted out of the alleyway, running the opposite way of the museum.
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« Reply #176 on: September 01, 2015, 05:08:00 am »

Marley came spiralling along on his somewhat erratic way, at times ricocheting off of signs and other hanging obstacles. He had managed to activate the Inner Needle cantrip, a spell to act as a guidance system for finding one's way in a fog or in a trackless wasteland. He was thus relatively certain that he was heading in the right direction, but something else was going on as well; he seemed to be encountering some kind of resistance, almost as if there were a very stretchy tether attached to his tail, and he was coming to the end of it. He spied, on one of his downward-facing arcs, a carriage om the street below. He thought he recognized at least one person in the landau*-like vehicle.

Is that Bill? and Celia's manservant...Abraham, isn't it? "Hallo!! The carriage!" he yelled, but then realized it just came out as a Raven's croak. A small form on the railing of the back seat quirked it's raven-shaped head up and spied him, or so Marley imagined.then he flipped over in sequence, narrowly avoiding a tabby cat that happenbed to be stalking a mouse eon the ledge of an ornately-decorated hoptel about three floors up. The cat screeched, Marley spun away, and turned back downward again just in time to see Abraham leap from the carriage, heard Bill caw-shout something unintelligible, and--

Suddenly there was a green flash, like St. Elmo's fire, and Marley was jerked backwards all in a rush, his backward trajectory clearing over a mile in just a few seconds...

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Bill looked up and spied the shape above, hearing the "Halloo the Carriage!" raven-shout. "Izzat Marley? It IS! Why's 'e spinnin' loik a bent axle on a locomotiv-- "I say, Marley, Wot the blazes are ye doin' up there, spinnin loik a gremlin'n 'eat for?!" he yelled in Raven just as Abraham slipped the stones to what's-their-name - and jumped off of the carriage after whipping up the horses. He looked up again, and suddenly Marley shot backwards amid a gout of green fire, back the way he'd apparently been coming from.

WHATINNA BLAZES ARE YE FLOYIN' ARSE-BACK'ARDS FOR, YA BLOODY TIT!??!" Bill screamed in English; more jealous than outraged, he added, "AN' 'OW IN PERDITION'D YA FIGURE IT OUT!?"
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« Reply #177 on: September 04, 2015, 07:32:53 am »

Tobias stepped out of the carriage and looked around, gray stone pillar fronted buildings surrounded them and as he straightened his uniform he looked around at the people going about their day to day task. Still sucking on his sweet he spotted a lady sat in front of a statue with a pad drawing away. He looked up at the statue in front of her and for a brief moment thought he spotted movement on the statues face. Before he could look closer he was interrupted by the man called Abraham who jumped from the carriage, thrust some stones into their hand then pulled a revolver and run off. He was about to study the warm stone when the ravern, bill was it called, squawked and leapt into the sky squawking at another ravern who looked to be flying backwards.
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« Reply #178 on: September 05, 2015, 03:54:41 pm »

Before he had registered he was moving, his feet were moving up the steps of the museum. The group momentarily forgotten, he let his feet guide him through the doors. For a few minutes he wondered around the strange building until he came across the wing dedicated to Eastern culture. In the middle of the great room surrounded by balconies filled with art works and objects sat a sculpture off a Buddha and in front of it sat on a bench, her red coat laid behind her sat young girl in her teens sketching an amazing likeness of the statue. Tobias stopped several meters away watching the girl drawing something in the portrait caught his eye and he looked up at the Buddha and realised its eyes were open slightly, watching the world around him.
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« Reply #179 on: September 05, 2015, 05:29:29 pm »

As the statue spoke the girl sprang up, muffled her scream into an undignified squeak, grabbed her coat, folded the stool and slung he bag over her shoulder.  Tobias was quietly impressed, he'd seen people completely terrified by far smaller magics.  The girl, however, seemed more embarrassed by her loss of dignity than scared of the powerful spell she was facing.
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« Reply #180 on: September 05, 2015, 09:59:59 pm »

Tobias took a step towards her at the same moment that she stepped back. She dropped her coat, stool and bag scattering art supplies on the floor. Tobias knelt down to help her pick up her things and was momentarily stunned from a blow to the head as their heads collided.
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« Reply #181 on: September 06, 2015, 07:47:32 am »

If the girl had seemed embarrassed before it was nothing compared to her expression as the statue started laughing.
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« Reply #182 on: September 06, 2015, 09:52:29 pm »

Abraham ran down the street, aware that a carriage was following him. Taking a turn down an alleyway, he encountered two miscreants.

"You the one they call Abraham?" One of them said in a thick, Cockney accent.

"Yes," Abraham answered carefully.

"Well our boss sends his regards, and says he wishes to terminate your contract," The other said in a similar accent, as he pulled a gun from underneath his coat.

Before the thugs could fire, Abraham had fired 3 shots, one to disarm, and one into each of his opponents left knee caps. Walking ver to the first one, Abraham kneeled over him.

"And who would your boss be?"
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« Reply #183 on: September 08, 2015, 11:04:33 pm »

Guatama could not help himself. it was just so comical, and so lik etwo young people meeting (literally, and foreheads-on, no less!) as if fated to do so right in front of him. It was levity focused upon the comical nature of the meeting an dthe two younster's reactions, and a laugh of pleasure at seeing such a madcap, yet heartwarming, scene unfold before him. He arose with surprising ease as if he ha donly sat down moments before, stepped forward, tripping slightly over the velvet rope barrier surrounding the dais, or pedestal, where he had been sitting, and stepped over to the two. "Here, young ones," he said in the ancient hindic sanskrit dialect of his homeland (which would of course most likely be unintelligble to the denizens of this strange place) "Let me help you up, " he did so, and gently brushed the dust of the pavement off of their clothing. "You should cherish such a fated encounter!" he exclaimed. "You are obviously intended to meet! But tll me, he said, turning around and around as he wandered down teh frongt steps and out into the street,  What is this plac-!?"

He never finished the sentence, or the thought, as one of the newfangled horseless carriages (A Daimler tourer, in fact), whose driver was preoccupied by the young "soiled flower" in the seat beside him, slammed into his legs, knockinhg him off-balance even as it smashed it's right fender and headlight against his ankle. The Great Buddha promptly crashed to the street and smashed into a million awestruck pieces that managed to briefly appreciate the irony of their demise...

"Crikey!" Bill croaked, "Tha's sommat ye din't see every day!"
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« Reply #184 on: September 16, 2015, 01:34:03 am »

Reid woke up slowly and tried to look around.  The room was too dark to make out where exactly he was.  As he tried to get his bearings, the ranger realized that he was bound to a hard surface, likely a wooden table.  There was a taste and tang of metal in his mouth.  "Drugged? or Magicked?" he wondered.

"I hope Celia is alright" he thought.  Then the darkness reasserted itself and the man passed back out.
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« Reply #185 on: September 16, 2015, 03:31:58 am »

Perhaps coming here had not been the best idea. As soon as Celia stepped through the door the thread of sight helping guide her exploded with light fragmenting her vision.  Blinking she tried to clear the dazzle from her eyes.  Suddenly London was overlaid with idyllic countrysides, raging battles and life from the whole of history.  Smells ranging from flowers to dung and everything in-between flooded her nose and the roar of sound was so strong she felt it in her bones more than than actually hearing it. She froze in the middle of the hall trying to calm her senses.  Celia suspected this was a trap but then looked closer and realised much to her own horror that it was worse than that.  Some rank beginner was opening windows to other worlds and not bothering or was unable to close them.  They were lucky that people seamed to be the only thing getting trough so far.  If this went on there were nasty dark things on the edges that would notice and then they would all be in a mess of trouble. Celia turned to where she hopped Beety was.  "Bit drafty in here isn't it?  We may want to close the window before someone catches a chill."
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« Reply #186 on: September 16, 2015, 08:29:49 am »

"We'll have to clear the crowd a bit before we reach any windows." Beety's voice was bracingly normal.  If she was acting it was, as usual, extremely well done.  "One step at a time please Celia.  You cannot clear London in one breath."
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« Reply #187 on: September 16, 2015, 05:11:56 pm »

Tobias grabbed the girl and pulled her behind him as the world changed. He drew his sword and looked around. The statue was still laughing even those is was now rubble spread across the ground.
"Hay, lemmie go, what are you playing at!" she shouted at him.
"Sorry miss but something is not as it should be!"
"What is that supposed to mean and who do you think you are!"
His former title sprung to his lips and he nearly blurted it out. Stopping and taking a deep breath but still holding the sword ready he turned back towards her, "My name is Tobias Wolf," he said dropping his middle name, I don't know what is going on here, I need to find my mother and her friends."
The girls burst out laughing, "you need the help of you mother, a man your age!"
His face turned red and he felt anger stir inside him, "It's complicated," he replied and grabbed her arm tugging her in the direction where he felt their presence.
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« Reply #188 on: September 16, 2015, 08:25:40 pm »

Bill popped his head up out pf Beety's handbag, wherein he had taken refuge as per the agreed-upon plan, and croak-called to Tobias, "We're over 'ere, Mister Temporal Disturbance." he looked down into the depths of the handbag, then up at Beety, and said, I'd suggest Maevern's Cantrip, the one fer "look-over-there" and sommat to draw folks away, say a bright shiny sight yer don' see every day. By the way, you feelin' attached to them mints? Only they koinder looks loik eyeballs, don'cheknow..."
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« Reply #189 on: September 17, 2015, 02:01:35 am »

"IF you think we'll tell some self righteous lout like you who our boss is, you are a looney," the one that talked first said.

"Well perhaps," Abraham said, pressing on the thugs wound with his boot, "I am crazy."

The second one, stirred by this unusual torture, decided he would talk.

"Its the men in white, we were promised money."

And with that, Abraham dragged them both out onto the street, and alerted the patrolling policemen to their presence.
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« Reply #190 on: September 17, 2015, 02:49:38 am »

It took every bit of acting Celia had to pretend she was not being battered like a leaf in a storm and behave like the other unaffected tourists.  It was hard to ignore the very real looking things that darted in her path.  Betty at least shown among them solid as a stone in the flickering landscape.  Trying to appear like she was awed by the art Celia haltingly made her way across the floor. "Someone has been quite busy here.  They are so real it looks you could almost walk right in to the frame."  She said in a careful voice and tried to discreetly damper her senses a bit so at least she could see where she was stepping.
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« Reply #191 on: September 17, 2015, 10:50:31 am »

"Oozat fledgling mage." said Bill, his beak full of mint.  as he spotted Tobias and a girl backed into a corner.  The girl hadn't even woken up to her power but somehow she was helping to reassemble reality.
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« Reply #192 on: September 17, 2015, 03:55:01 pm »

Tobias felt dizzy, even though he was a product of the ever changing energys, his eyes and mind struggled to adjust to the views they were perceiving. He head bill squawk and spotted the party even though the images in front of him changed. closing his eyes, he grabbed the girls and tighter and headed roughly in the direction of the party. "Bill, you annoying feathered beast, would you mind squawking a bit more so we can find you?"
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« Reply #193 on: September 17, 2015, 10:46:17 pm »

The bobby looked Abraham up and down, then the two thugs, and decided Abraham looked the more law-abiding of the three. "Right you are, guvnor," h3 said as he grabbed the two by their collars, and blew his whistle. Two others of his kind showed up a moment later, and between them, they hauled the two away, the wounded one cursing and mewling about maltreatment and unfairness. Soon they were lost in the crowd...
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The shift and realignments of reality, and the sudden draw on London's magical resources combined into a bit of luck (or so it seemed at that moment) for Marley. One minute he was recovering and preening on the Tower's East parapet from the violent yanking-back he had suffered, and the next, as if he had not had to traverse the intervening distance, he was in the Queens Guards Commandant's office. Even more disoriented than he had been after whacking into the flagpole atop the gatetower, much to Jimbo's amusement and loud derision, he now stared back at the Commissioner with the raven's version of color vision, which a much later generation might, if reality stopped changing every ten minutes, think of as "psychedelic." The Commandant started speaking, and it quickly became a rather odd conversation indeed.

"So you're back, are you? teach you to try and gallivant off without permission, it will!" The old man picked up his riding crop from its display stand on his desk, tucked it under his arm the way such old soldiers do, and stood up, walking out form behind his desk.

"You'll be interested, no doubt, in the information I'm about to give you," the Commandant said, a glint in his eye that was not entirely friendly, but not entirely homicidal, either.

"Seems your boss has been in conversation with 'is boss, who'd been reamed out from inside by the Special Military's Boss, and the Grand Magical Prosecutor, who's been informed o' your involvement with one Celia, th' Ballast o' London. Now, th' result," the Commandant said, strolling over to the mullioned window that looked out over the inner grounds of the complex that most Londoners simply referred collectively as 'The Tower,'  "Is that while you're still on punishment for whatever it was they're punishing you for, You are to be allowed to leave the Tower to aid that person." He whipped the crop out from under his arm, then, and levelled it like a rapier at Marley, who had gasped in surprise and not a little joy, a rather odd thing to see and hear in a Raven. "Lieutenant Marley, STAND TO!" he roared, and the Knight Temporal actually managed a fair ravenish rendition of standing at attention.

"Yessir! Sorry, Sir!" he blurted out, in English, his voice similar to his human one, but as if imitated by a raven, meaning like a small loudspeaker and rather tinny, yet bassy at the same time.

"You're to be allowed to leave to aid Lady Celia and her cohorts - when you've figured out 'ow to take human form, and not before."

Marley deflated somewhat; he couldn't help it.

"Now," the Commandant was saying, "The rule is, you're to be in 'uman form when you leave, and return to the Tower and resume raven form when ye return. The guards'll be informed of your orders and condition, but it's to be a secret, mind; we can't have people hearing about this and dabblers figuring out how you do it. IS THAT CLEAR?!

"YESSIR! THANK YOU SIR!" Marley yelled, or approximated doing so with the raven's throat, lungs, and vocal chords.

" Coming and going in Raven form, you're to use the window, here," the Commandant said. Knock the requisite way with beak of =r claw, I don't care which, but you'll probably find it easier to peck the knock, if I'm any judge. In human form, go through the normal channels in-office; the clerk or my batman will let you in, is that clear?" .

"Now, I'm to let ye read this," the Commandant said, placing a sheet of paper with writing on it on the floor in front of the perch on which Marley was, well, perched. "Its not to leave this room, or my possession, but you are to be allowed to come back and read it as often as you wish or need so to do. That paper will always be under this cannon," he pointed at a miniature  stylized model of a coehorn mortar that sat in the sill; the muzzle was discolored as if it had been fired recently. "Please leave it beside the gun when you leave - or put it under it if you manage to regain human form before then this evening.

He walked to the door of the office. "I have an inspection to see to, and then mess. Oh, by the way, when in human form in the tower, you are to attend mess in the officer's barracks, and all functions to which your are obligated or entitled via the usual human access areas. Be sure to always materialize in uniform, we don't need any parky starkers on post, d'you hear?"

"Yessir." 

"Good. Best of luck to you. I don't approve of men going over the wall, but in your case I can understand the desire to do so. God save th' Queen."

"God Save the Queen, God Bless her."

"Fall out, leftenant." And good evening."

"Thank you sir," Marley said as the man left, and managed a salute, which the elder man returned with a slightly amused look.

Marley flapped down to the floor, hopped over to the paper, and started reading...
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« Reply #194 on: September 23, 2015, 02:32:11 am »

Reid woke again.  He had no idea of how long it had been since his last moment of clarity.  Without moving, the ranger simply stayed still and listened.  He could hear muffled voices coming from a distance.  Carefully he opened one eye.  Hanging on the far wall, he could see his kit.  Both of his normal blades were there, and to his shock so was the middle sword.   

Reid thought carefully.  The last he had scene it was in his room back at Celia's.

"This might explain things" thought Reid. 

The ranger slowly tried to move, and found he was still bound to the table.   Instead of struggling, the man simply began to make small movements with his hands and arms.   Little by little he figured out where the ropes were tightest, and began to formulate a plan.

If "the brotherhood" was here, he would need to move quickly, but if he rushed things, he would alert them to the fact that he had awakened.

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« Reply #195 on: September 24, 2015, 07:14:58 am »

"Oh, so that's how it's done!" Marley suddenly squawked, waved a wing, said three throat-torturing words of power and will, and turned around twice while doing so. Smoke and bright green flame engulfed him -- and he promptly fell over sideways, banging his now-human head on the side of the perch pole. He lay there for a moment, gasping, and suddenly realized his vision had changed, and the taste of a human mouth and tongue registered on his senses. Never mind that they tasted of bird sweat, soiled carpet and brimstone, he was human again! And unfortunately unable to stand as well; his head was apparently too large for him to lift. He wondered why, until he laboriously twisted his head downward (which seemed inexplicably difficult so to do), and saw that the rest of his body, or what he could see of it,  anyway, was still that of a raven - and a very dishevelled and slightly scorched raven, to boot.

BLAST! he shouted rather a bit silently; the raven's lungs were not up to the task of shouting with a human vocal tract. he quickly reversed the words and weakly waved a wing again, and suddenly it was all smoky again, and he was able to stand - though not to walk, as he soon found out; his feet had now become human and the rest of him was now a raven...  

This was already becoming maddening, but it took him several tries and a near-accident with the gas light before he finally stood, fully in human form, in the Commandant's office. The door burst open, and a young lieutenant - he looked to be barely out of the academy - strode in, barking his name and the report litany. He stopped, looked at Marley, and said, "Oh! Er. My Apologies, sir! and practically ran back out, his face trying very hard to display both whitefaced shock and dismay, and redfaced embarrassment.

"Now, what's he on about?" Marley wondered aloud, and then turned toward the paper on the floor. Happening to glance at the stand-up mirror which he now faced from across the room, he saw for himself what the young lieutenant was on about...
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« Reply #196 on: October 05, 2015, 05:23:55 am »

Slowly drip by drip Celia forced the bright colors back in to watercolour pale overlays that she could find her footing in.  With her eyes sorted the rest of her followed suit.  She tried not to sag with relief too visibly because a pair of vivid green eyes were watching them closely from a half hidden door way.  Hoping that they still thought she was dazzled by their vision she turned in a random direction the watercolour shapes seemed thickest and shouted at Tobias.  "Come along young man. there is plenty left to see."   Hoping he could hear through the magic without her having to attempt any complex spells in this mess.
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« Reply #197 on: October 05, 2015, 06:21:30 am »

Tobias guided the girl through the scene in search of there companions. When he heard Celia's voice, he turned around and collided into them.
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« Reply #198 on: October 07, 2015, 02:49:22 pm »

"Ah I see what distracted you."  Celia said teasingly and had to fight with the part of her that wanted to ruffle his hair and give him a kiss on the forehead,  "Do you have any proper introductions to make?"  She looked over the girl and noticed a bit of pale faded sparks tumbling down over her.  Darn she was strong but unfocused and that could be dangerous if one of the things from the other noticed it would be better to keep her under a watchful eye. 
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« Reply #199 on: October 07, 2015, 06:53:53 pm »

 "I'm sorry mother" the soldier said, "this artist has true eyes but we haven't been formally introduced." 
Suddenly museum guards appeared asking people around them about "Vandals and priceless Buddha".  "Oh no!", Verity thought.  Artists weren't respectable, she'd been there, she'd be easy to blame.  Who would believe the impossible truth.

Before she could give in to panic  Tobias Wolf's mother handed Verity a pair of binoculars and the tour group surrounded her as their guide pointed out "An exquisite example of a modern moulded ceiling."

Who were these people and why had they decided to protect her?  They didn't even know her name yet.
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