Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Nicola, Young Engineer
Weight: 120 Ibs
Usually, one would see Nicola as a pretty young woman, head dressed in a mess of long black curls, skin a dark tan, and brown eyes bright and smiling. She also wears dresses that drop right above her ankles. They are usually layered, laced, and wildly decorative. Upon her head usually rests a pair of brass goggles, keeping her bangs out of her face.
However, this is what she wants you to see.
- A Tesla Pistol, the newest model available that she has built herself. As Tesla's often do, it fires a bolt of electricity instead of a bullet. She often has a spare hidden.
- Spring Shoes, which, true to their name, are shoes with powerful springs in the heel, assisted by a flat piece of metal below it and a winding mechanism to increase how high she is able to jump.
- Critter, who is her companion. He is a small, clockwork AI that carries the resemblance of a spider. His thin, wispy, delicate legs allow him to skitter on the sides of buildings and upon the ground with unnerving speed. He is mostly harmless, and is usually used to record conversations and gather important information.
- The Umbrella, which, in fact, is also an invention of Nicola's. It is not an ordinary umbrella, of course: when activated by a button near the top, it becomes a handheld helicopter, of sorts.
Nicola 'Soot' Griswold is present!
Nicola 'Soot' Griswold is here already!
Piff, piff, piff.
The rhythmic sound of something hitting the ground, being thrown up, then hitting the ground again filled the air. The sounds were accompanied by the turning of gears and the tightening of springs. Through the trees and over the dusty path through the forest was a girl, long, black braid peeking out from an aviator hat topped by brass goggles.
She was on a rather large, and rather strange pogo stick.
Up, her hair trailing through the wind, down, bending her knees, letting the pogo stick work it's magic, sinking into the ground, winding itself....then up!
A good twenty feet in the air.
The girl turned her head at a loud splash mid-jump, spotting the large tower of water that went up as someone fell in. "Oh, spirits!" Said the girl, abandoning her pogo stick as she landed, running over to the source of water. Without a thought, she dove in, looking for the person who was probably in trouble.
It would seem like a shining light would come into Gambits, the bar doors opening, revealing a girl with lovely black curls that coursed down her back like a waterfall lit up in the night. Her large, almond-shaped eyes were a bright blue and seemed to light up the bar, and she wore clothing reminiscent to the Victorian era, spiced up with that of the Steampunk essence. Goggles kept the hair out of her face, and a smile revealed straight white teeth.
"'ello, erryone!" She beamed, a basket of flowers hanging from the crook of her arm. "'ey, doncha know the new flowa shop opened up recently?"
She practically skipped over to Laces and the boys, digging into her basket and holding out a couple of flowers to them. "Got a girl y'can give these to? It's free this time 'round, might as well put it to good use!" She laughed, winking to them mischievously.
Just as mirthful as before, Nicola skipped over to Chise, the Asian-looking girl drinking the strawberry sundae. She offered a flower, grinning and taking a slight now.
"And one for the lady!" She said, a giggle dancing in her voice.
She returned to Laces, black curls spinning about, laying over her shoulder. "Well, sir, the thought is quite nice, indeed! I thank you, kind gentleman, and I would certainly love a drink!"
"Oh, why thank you," she said, sitting down and ordering herself a drink. She certainly wasn't of age to be drinking, but she thought she was close enough. No harm done, if it was just one, right? Same track of thought as laces.
"Oh- the flowers? Well, I'm freshly come to town, and I work at a newly opened flower shop down the street. Just trying to advertise a bit, and just bring a grin to this glum place, y'know?" She explained, setting the basket on the table and smoothing out her skirts.
Noticing Mouse's discomfort, and also noticing the time, Nicola quickly gulped down her drink (which was surprising for a girl that looked like her) and took up her basket of flowers. She smiled to Chise, then put a hand on Mouse's shoulder. "Don't worry, li'lle one, don't be too afraid of the sit'chation. You'll have your time!" She said happily before making way towards the door.
"Forgive me, sir! I must go back to work!"
Then she was gone in a flurry of black curls and decorative skirts.
It was at that very moment that little Nicola, dressed in her many-layered skirts and bronze bodice, all smelling strongly of the old Victorian Era, stumbled out of the front door, her arms filled with coppery plates, nails, and an assortment of other such things. She was going to build herself a little A.I projectile shooter, she was. And it was going to be fun!
However, with the huge pile of things in her hands, she just did not see old Hero with his missing arm and ice cream. However, she veered left just in time to miss him completely. She hadn't even heard his call. Clanking of the plates, y'know?
The girl dropped her stuff on the floor next to a bench, sweeping back her curly black hair and sighing heavily. "Well, the Clankers be dammed...where did my wrench go...?"
The girl jumped evidently at the mans voice, stumbling forward into the pile of equipment and making an awful lot of clanking sounds. She righted herself after a series of flapping her arms wildly and leaning her tush backwards to equal out her balance.
Sharply, the girl turned, smacking one hand onto the brass goggles that lay upon her head.
"Oh, well shoot! Didn' seeya there!" She exclaimed, bounding up to the man, just about everything about her bouncing. Her hair, her eyes, and even the oranges in her shirt.
Yes, there were oranges in her shirt. Did she cleverly disguise them? Yes. Because no one wants to be serviced by a flat girl, she was told.
She veered at his stump for half a second, making sure not to linger. "M'Nicola, High Technician and Manager. Whatsit you need, sir?"
"A-ah," said Nicola, placing her hands on her hips and raising a long brown eyebrow. It didn't match the color of the hair on her head, one might have noticed. As close as it was. "A new arm, eh? To replace that one, then. What kinda perks? I'll need to take measurements. CRITTER!" She screamed suddenly, waving up at the top of the building.
Almost instantaneously, a small sliver of copper would glint in the sunlight. Something ambled down the side of the building, no bigger than one's hand. It had eight legs and a body segmented in three parts. Many little gears attached the thin, delicate legs of the spiderbot. It was all brilliantly put together.
The A.I leaped onto her shoulder, landing perfectly. "Yes, m'dear?" It said, light Australian accent shining through.
"This fellow needs an arm." The Technician told the small mechanical spider. It surveyed Hero, small optics scanning the arm.
"Get on with it!"
With that, Nicola held her arm out to Hero. "Hope you don't min' if Critter takes a look at that stump f'ya." She said, the machine crawling from her arm and toward his shoulder.
Nicola's mouth flew open. "Wh-what?" she said, wrinkling her brow. The girl was young, there was no doubt about that, but she was certainly old enough to know what he was talking about. She withdrew her hand, obviously insulted. "It certainly is not, may I alert you!"
Critter veered at Hero, little eyes narrowing.
Nicola continued: "You're awfully rude. If you really wan' a mechanic arm, then I suggest you take care of those atrocious manners."
What a...nice young girl.
Standing there, hands still on her hips (which only seemed big because of the Victorian-style dress...no one wanted to buy from an upsidedown-pear-shaped girl, either) she watched as the man tried to bare with her. She wasn't nearly as vexed as he thought he'd made her.
In fact, she laughed. It started as a chuckle through her nose, then a bellowing guffaw. "Well, then! If'yr trying that hard it can't be for nuthin'!" She snickered, holding Critter out to the man once again. "Whassyr name, sir? I'll need it for later."
"Niceta meetcha, Hero!" Said Nicola, opening the palm of her extended hand toward him. Of course, she took in account of his missing arm. Which is why she held out the opposite hand. "Strange name, but wha' th' hell, right?" She said to him, grinning,
The grin got wider.
"What kinda 'perks' you talkin' bout?"
"Rocket...powered..." Nicola said slowly pronouncing each word with intense care. She squinted her eyes at him, allowing Critter to jump onto his shoulder and attempt to measure the stump. "You won't have an arm for long if that's what you're aiming for. How about...something more like...a gun? Machine-gun like. Sound fair?" She proposed, looking up at the man with a face that said it should have been resolved.
"You lockpick? Gots stuff fo' tha', too."
"No? No machine gun arm, then? D'aw." She was actually excited to make one. Oh, the work that went in to making every little piece in one of those beauties!
But, alas, it was not so.
"Shield? What against? Bullets, bombs, arrows, angry ogre?" She asked, Critter drawing out something that looked like a round measuring tape and slipping it around Hero's stump. "Or the latter?"
Nicola narrowed her eyes at Hero, the previous grin becoming something so much more devilish and proud. "Sir, I'll have you know I am a Griswold, one of the most famous Families within old Steampunk Victorian Earth! We're known very well for our inventio-"
Oh, oh shoot. Her slum-talk went away. The girl cleared her throat. "We're known very well f'r our inven'tins! Onna th' best!" She announced proudly, holding out her hand once more to retrieve Critter.
"So the latter, mm? Very well! Now, when would you like to set up an appointment? I'm..." she looked back at the scrapyard. "...very free."
Puff, puff, puff.
The sounds of a light hopping upon the cave ground echoed throughout the tunnel, rhythmic and at a constant beat. With the hopping sounds, which was followed up with the brace of springs, came a light similar to the one that the group was using. It was much more...flashing about the place, however. Random and erratic. As one of the group's voices rang out, the hopping stopped abruptly, and the light stilled. It then turned off, then waited. Not one sound came from them.
As the voices spoke, the noise went off one last time, but it was barely audible. Once the light turned on, it would seem like there had not been anything there at all. However, right below a stalactite, there were a few circular marks in the cavemud that carpeted the floor. Odd thing, it was. Odd thing.
They might have heard the sigh that came from above as they inched forward to look upon the small marks. They might even have seen the small drop of clear liquid that dropped right in front of their faces. It could have easily been water collect from the stalactite. Easily.
But then again, there did not seem to be too much of that in this certain cave.
A scratching sound was heard as the robot hoisted up the small being that had the glowing eyes. How strange those were, not that they could judge. If they looked up toward the stalactite, they would see the image of a very slight, skinny young girl dressed on copper-colored clothing with a long, brown braid folding over her shoulder, holding onto what looked like a long bronze pole that sprouted legs to curl around and attach to the large formation. The girl's brown eyes were large in fright, and she was frozen tot he spot.
"No, no, don't need help, ah..." the girl stared off at them, brow quirked. Why did she decide to rid herself of the getup here? They could have been Griswolds! Though...they seemed a little too strange to be Griswolds. They liked to stay normal, mostly. Well, at least they seemed to be...alright. She twisted the handlebars to the pole she was holding onto, then dropped to the floor. She bounced once, revealing the pole to be a rather advanced Pogo Stick. The robotic legs retreated into the base. The girl, very carefully, got off of the contraption. At a glance, one would see the intricate design of her outfit, which was just a pair of shorts and a loose shirt with a mantle, but it was obvious they were glorious at one time...just stained with oil and dirt and food.
"Ah...who are you?" she asked, looking up the large machine and the little girl. What an odd pair! At once she wanted to take that robot apart to look at what was inside. "My name is...Jasmine."
The girl looked both the robot and the little girl over again, then assessed the situation once over in her mind. "Ah," she said to Kallyin as she introduced them. She nodded her head and placed her hands onto her hips, the Pogo caught between the loop in her arm. There were others, too? Oh, dear, dear...
"I'm not afraid. Just didn't think there would by anyone else down here...a-aren't you going mad? I mean, I'm pretty sure I was already mad to begin with, but can't you feel it too? The pressure? The...the...scary things around? Shadows and whatnot?" There was an accent in her voice. A slight bit of British, possibly more posh than it ought have been.
"Ohhh, so there are many, many, many more..." she expecting maybe one or two. Here, she got three. Not so much more than she expected, but it was still a good amount. Five here, and one of her. Hmm. If they really were not as friendly as they portrayed themselves to be, then how would she get out of something like this? She surveyed the large, well-built fellow. Hugely built, actually. He had a gun. She was sure to tuck her tesla deep within her belt. She did not want to seem hostile herself, now...
"Well, there might be more than you think...I dunno. It's different here. There's something strange about it." She smiled up at the five, trying to make a pleasant first impression. "Hello! I'm Jasmine. Who...whoa re all of you, then?"