New London

Shatter/Earth

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a part of New London, by Gasmask.

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Gasmask holds sovereignty over Shatter/Earth, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
85 readers have been here.
345 readers have visited New London since Gasmask created it.
Moonscar are listed as curators, giving them final say over any conflict & the ability to clean up mistakes.

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Default Location for New London
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Shatter/Earth is a part of New London.

9 Characters Here

Annika Moore [5] A trusty, independent detective of New London
Lyncher Leo [0] "Lonely the orphan's journey. Bitter the Orphan's grave."
Nicola Griswold [0] A young, orphaned mechanic trying to find her way.
Heiress Nicola [0] Keeper of the Griswold Plans, heiress to a vast fortune.
Tinkerer Nicola [0] A master mechanic after a long road.

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Character Portrait: Christian Locke Character Portrait: Leo Newcastle

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Despite the city of New London being clad with crude sights and sounds, such as worn-down pubs and the noises of horny drunkards within them, or the occasional whinny from a horse-drawn carriage as the driver shouted obscenities at people getting in his way on the cobbled road he navigated, it still had a peculiar rustic charm to it. Sure, the air was stale and smelled of booze and numerous one-night stands in this particular part of the city, but among the small clan of children that played amongst the more industrial areas, it still had a feeling of robust youthful innocence.

Currently, the band of ruffians found themselves at the so-called docks, an area where air-ships would settle themselves to refuel and then be off on their way once more. The city itself was suspended several miles in the air, and the 'shore' of the docks, as it were, was a sheer drop off into a sea of clouds and blue. The mechanisms which kept the city afloat could be seen under them, if one were to lean over the edge, and they would appear to be ran by a mysterious force of magic and the whirling gears of what was dubbed the 'Sky Engine'.

At these docks, there lay stationed several cranes, used for transferring cargo from ships to the land and vice versa. Among these cranes stood a particular one, one that towered over the rest. It was at the base of this towering crane that the ruffians spent their time, hidden from the workers and guards alike. There lay a small boxed mechanism at the feet of two particular members of this group, a mechanism of one of the two's own design.

He called it a 'clay pigeon' shooter, when in reality it didn't shoot clay pigeons at all, but clay disc like objects that soared through the air in a mix of horizontal and vertical arcs. In the hands of the one who had invented it also lay a rifle, which was used to shoot the 'clay pigeons' out of the air. The boy, named Leo and henceforth will be referenced as such, quickly climbed the tower and leaned to the side of it to check for any guards on the other side of the giant fence that separated them from the rest of the town. He gave a signal to the one who had originally been standing with him, Christian, a life-long friend, and then began his descent back down.

Christian, at this point, gave an affirmative nod and waited for his friend Leo to be grounded again before turning his attention to the mechanism at their feet and giving it a solid kick. The machine placated to its received abuse and made a whirring noise before shooting out one of the clay pigeons, which Leo promptly took aim at and shot out of the sky. The smug smile on his face only humored Christian, who returned the enthusiasm with a grin of his own.

Leo always had been the one for theatrics, seemingly to do everything he did with flourish. Not that it didn't impress Christian, but it had deterred to the point where he was used to it by now. After his grin faded, he shook his head slightly before reaching out for the rifle. "You always were quite the show off. Mind if I try before we get ourselves caught?"

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Character Portrait: Annika Moore Character Portrait: Christian Locke Character Portrait: Leo Newcastle

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"I think you might be a bit too late for that."

A distinctive clack of a thick heel followed the voice. Walking up behind the boys was a broad-shouldered woman with threatening eyes that were grey as smoke from a raging fire. She was clad in a dull frock coat that was more popular among New London's men than it was among ladies, and beneath it she even dared trousers and a plain white shirt. Atop her tightly pulled back, mousy head of hair was a bowl hat, and in one of her hands, a black cane with a silver eagle topping it off.

She looked the part. And the white and blue badge on the left of her coat? It only solidified any suspicions the boys might have had before resting their eyes on it.

"Shooting is prohibited in the city. Now, if you'd surrender your guns and make this easy on us both, I'd be incredibly appreciative." Her voice was as authoritative as the badge. She was not playing around with the boys. "Come on. Now."

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Character Portrait: Annika Moore Character Portrait: Christian Locke Character Portrait: Leo Newcastle

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#, as written by Gasmask

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Character Portrait: Annika Moore Character Portrait: Christian Locke Character Portrait: Leo Newcastle

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#, as written by Gasmask
That badge was a familar sight. It almost made Leo's heart stop, despite all his show, he'd be an idiot not to be afraid of the grey eyed witch, that badge marked her out as a terroriser of freedom, a monster out to crush the freedom of the streets and all round bad guy.

"Yeah su- Aw. London Authority? Come on lady!" Leo thumbed out towards the docks and into the shattered areas of the outskirts. With that gesture in mind, Leo would oh-so-subtly incline his head to the west docks, inquiring if they were going to make a run for it.

His foster father woudn't take too dearly to the fact that Leo had been dragged in to the London Authority offices once again. Dear old daddy would give him a spankin' for that, but he had to admit, it kept him out of trouble till now.

Leo held out the gun towards the woman.

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Character Portrait: Annika Moore Character Portrait: Christian Locke Character Portrait: Leo Newcastle

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Christian felt the dread drop into his stomach like a ball of lead. It rested there uncomfortably for several moments as Leo interacted with these esteemed officer of the law, and seemed to subside as Leo gave that subtle cock of his head, silently inquiring Christian if they should make a run for it. Of course, he couldn't be open with his response, and it was pretty much a matter of if he ran; Leo ran. If he stayed; Leo stayed. They didn't much care about the rest of the band of ruffians, they were brothers, and stuck together no matter what.

It was only after deciding not to run that Christian realized he had his hands up in the air, as if she had asked them to surrender. He dropped the left one, clearing his throat nervously as he used his right hand to rub at his face. "Uh, listen, lady. We didn't mean to cause any trouble. We're essentially on the outskirts of the city and it's not like we're making any messes. All of the debris plummets to the ruin below. And it's not like it was that pretty to begin with." The other hand dropped to his side as well now.

"Dunno where you're getting the concept of 'guns', though. We only have the one, which as you can see, is being handed over to you now." He nodded towards the rifle Leo was now holding out to her. He took this time to drink her in with his eyes, her hat, the cane, the tone of her voice seeming to personify what the badge pinned to her bosom stood for. It was a bit unnerving, and Christian had a feeling that she was higher on the authoritative chain than Leo and himself had at first believe.

"Now, we're willing to come along peacefully. On one condition, though. Let the rest of these guys go, they didn't do anything but cheer us on. Leo and I were the only two that fire. Well, Leo was the only one technically, but I was going to fire next. I think booking just the two of us, if it's to come to that, would be simpler anyway." He held out his hand to shake her own, that is, if she took it. His eyes looked into her own full of earnest, with a subtle touch of pleading.

"Deal?"

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Character Portrait: Annika Moore Character Portrait: Christian Locke Character Portrait: Leo Newcastle

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