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Katherine Stewart

Destiny, like everything else, is mutable.

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a character in “Those With The Iron Touch.”, as played by WendyDarling

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BASICS


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Image{ FULL NAME }
Katherine Theodosia Stewart

{ AGE }
25

{ GIFT OR MUTATION }
Alchemy. She can, using certain methods, transmute different materials into others, although what they can change into depends on their original form. Metals are her specialty. She can also make mechanical golems which can perform certain tasks, however she has not yet found the key to granting them that spark of life that takes them from golem to living creature, made of metal or no. She is as yet unaware that successfully using alchemical recipes and methods, as well as the key to finding that 'spark,' lies within the 'iron touched' abilities she knows nothing about.


WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?


Image{ HEIGHT & WEIGHT }
5'7", slender curves with a lean but strong layer of muscle underneath.

{ APPEARANCE }
Katharine has dark brown hair and blue eyes, with a smile that tends towards mischief and no sense of fashion. She sticks to whatever clothes she find in the shop of a window, figuring that those will serve her purpose, and layers a thick leather apron, tool belts and other tools on top of them. A small metal golem, most often a small half-lizard, half-cat metallic creation, is often on her shoulder.


WHO ARE YOU?


Image{ SEXUALITY }
Heterosexual.

{ FAMILY }
Father, assorted relatives who she's seen only once or twice that live in the country.


{ PERSONALITY }
Katherine isn't great with people and channels all of her energy into her alchemical pursuits, her gift and passion. She can, however, be quite the chatterbox when she gets going, and loves it when she can find someone to 'talk shop' with.


WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL WHAT?


Image{ LIKES }
Working in her shop, sweet desserts, and writing down her discoveries in her (carefully locked and hidden) journals.

{ DISLIKES }
People who talk and say nothing at all, her Alchemist rivals, and the color pink.

{ FEARS }
Failure to be the great Alchemist her father was, fancy social situations, and flight. (The three horrible f's)

{ GOOD HABITS }
Loyal, truthful, and always willing to lend a hand. Literally. She'll build you one if necessary.

{ BAD HABITS }
Grease stains on clothes (and self), ignoring people in favor of her golems, talking to herself, getting little sleep because she's working in her shop all night.


History

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Raised by a single father after her mother died in childbirth, her whole world became drive to find whatever secrets Alchemy could reveal to her. But living as they did, surrounded by workshops and a father too wrapped up in his own work, she didn't have any friends, especially since the few children she did meet found her strange and, often, covered in grease from their work. So she started to make golems, mechanical friends that could help her and keep her company, understand her when no one else bothered, and she still seeks to find a way to create that spark of life in them that is one of the great Alchemical Quests.


OTHER

{ FACE CLAIM }
Eva Green

{ COLOR }
Firebrick

{ THEME SONGS }
Muse - Butterflies and Hurricanes
Daft Punk - Technologic

So begins...

Katherine Stewart's Story

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"No, not that one, Hephaestus dear," Katherine said as she turned from her task to see a large, lumbering copper-colored golem who carried a complicated tool in his equally large hands. "The other one, the left-facing gyro-coronoscope."

The golem obediently turned and walked back to another one of the many shelves, cupboards, and hooks that held the tools of her trade, carefully replaced the tool in its spot, and picked up the other one, handing it to her after he lumbered back to her side. The shop was filled with the noise of bubbling beakers, squeaking metal parts, and the hiss of steam. Hephaestus, however, was completely silent. She had golems that talked, a little anyway, but it was hard to get them to have real personality. Alchemy held the key to that indefinable spark, she just knew it, but she couldn't manage to find the right recipe or method that would give her what she so desired.

The small, delicate parts in front of her were slowly forming a new shape, that of an owl no bigger than her hand. She'd gotten most of its movements to work right, but getting it to fly was complicated. Flight was such a mixture of movements, it was hard to duplicate in her shop, although she knew it was possible. She'd seen a shop in town advertising for one and had seen it fly, but while the workmanship was poorer than hers she still could not grasp how to make her own friends fly. The works of men like Da Vinci were standard texts for this sort of thing, but others had done studies on wings and how they worked, she just had to find the right books.

A small growl sounded from a corner as a light weight hopped onto her shoulder. "Pan, old friend, what troubles you so?"

A growl again, and a nuzzle from a metallic nose. Katherine petted him absentmindedly, her hands thick with grease, and perused the table. "Oh, for steam's sake," she exclaimed and turned down a burner that had been causing a thick green mixture to bubble over. "I'll have to redo the whole thing, this is far too hot and the chemical reaction is completely ruined. At least, thanks to you, I didn't set anything on fire... again."

Pan purred, and jumped off her shoulder to strut in front of her on the table, his lithe tail whipping behind him. "Yes, yes, I know, you're the best," she said with a laugh, and then her attention was caught again by the delicate wings of the owl. "I know I can do it," she muttered, "I just have to get the right combination of parts. Hephaestus!" She called. "Could I have the books again? The big pile, sorry dear, but this just isn't working right." Katherine knew that Pan's actions, however affectionate, were still artificial, something she'd created him to do with Alchemy and gears, but she chose to believe that it was the beginning of his own 'spark.' He was, after all, her oldest friend.

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Image Felix adjusted his scarf again, glancing briefly in the mirror. Better to go with a relaxed, classic look. No need for ties or cufflinks. Not that he owned any cufflinks, but it was the thought that counted. It was important that one consider one's appearance. Even if there weren't many options, choices had to be considered carefully.

And then came the knock at the door. Perfect. Right on time. In fact, a little early. He opened to door and a short girl in an oversized coat, her dirt-caked face beaming as she handed him a white box that smelled sweet and hot.

Wonderful. He grabbed the box and took a deep whiff. The smell of honey, flaky, warm pastry and the slightest hint of chocolate. They’re perfect. Thank you Mary.

“They was fresh out of the oven. Just like you said they would be Mister Fitzroy.” The girl let a toothy smile run across her face. She was new to the area and had been directed to his house by the other kids. She was a very fast runner, and he’d much rather she put it to use for him, than a thief-lord. He was—to an extent—a legitimate businessman. More legitimate than others who would put her skills to use.

Of course they were. They’re still so hot that I wouldn’t want to eat them. He opened the lid and counted the buns. Six, perfectly glazed, honeyed buns. He faked an expression of confusion and trouble. Indeed, they’re so hot I fear that they won’t be cooled by the time I reach my destination. They’re so tightly packed, they’re just going to keep cooking in this box. How about this…

He reached into the box and pulled one of the buns out. They were indeed quite warm. Why don’t you take this one, then? I surely don’t need six buns, and you deserve something for having gotten them to me so swiftly. He grinned as the girl’s eyes lit up. He knew the way a bakery’s smell could make an empty stomach groan. Yes, the girl was already paid for her work, but it never hurt to keep his charges’ bellies full and their faces grinning. Aside from the residual joy, it kept them coming back. Which he’d found very useful. Many thanks, dearest Mary, and be sure that Ruth knows I appreciate her services as well. I’d be wandering the streets without the pair of you. Now, run along before everyone smells the pastry and comes sniffing around enviously.

As the girl disappeared into the alleyways he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, scanning his eyes over the address again. An interesting woman. Sharp, steely eyes and a clockwork companion. Even I couldn't have written it any better. She slipped the paper into his pocket and locked his door. Katherine Stewart. I do hope she doesn't mind an unexpected visit...

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Katherine put down the small, delicate tools carefully, but with a look of disgust on her face. "The owl will have to wait for another day, Pan," she murmured to her companion, sighing. He mewed sympathetically and went back to her shoulder, his weight a comforting one. Leaving the mess of parts and tools where it was, she moved to another area of the large shop.

Her father had bought the spacious brick house years ago when he'd landed a rich patron to fund his research. But when his search wasn't fruitful, his patron dropped him and the money dried up. The house still remained, and he'd found other patrons, but Katherine made enough funds on her own selling and fixing small devices and potions that she could take care of the upkeep. There was always someone who wanted something fixed discreetly by someone they could trust, or someone who needed a flask of one of her concoctions to treat some illness. She wasn't interested in medical Alchemy, it wasn't nearly as fascinating as mechanical, but it did pay the bills. She had a bit of a reputation for her inventiveness and discretion, and those who happened to meet the right people and get referred to her knew to come to the servants entrance from the alley and down to the basement door where her shop was.

She'd turned lead into gold, that was no problem, but the time and expense involved was too great to make it anything but a party trick or something to convince a patron to take her on. It certainly wouldn't make her wealthy on its own. Everything came with a price, and Alchemy was no different. Her father had long researched the secret to eternal life, believing that Alchemy could grant it, but Katherine had only done a small amount of research in that area. Of course it was the ultimate in Alchemical prizes, but what little she'd found out told her that the price to be paid for such a thing would be high indeed and likely far too dear.

Today she was working on nothing so lofty. "Hephaestus, would you mind bringing me the green flask at that table?" Turning up the heat on the small glass vessel in front of her, she took out large, dark goggles from a pocket of her long leather apron and put them on.

Hephaestus handed her the flask, half-full of a dark, thick liquid, and she adjusted her gloves before picking up a small eyedropper and filling it carefully. Her hand hovered over the bubbling blue liquid on the burner, eyedropper at the ready. "Hephaestus, Pan, you might want to get behind something. This is probably going to explode a bit."

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Image Felix walked with a purpose, the warm box tucked under his arm and a crooked smile on his face. He knew the city well, and Miss Stewart’s home was not difficult to find. At least, not when one had a network of children in the shadows. And these urchins were always eager to help anyone who would extend them a kind hand. Sure, some would take advantage. He’d had a few children take his money and never come back, but a few pounds here and there he could spare for that lesson. And children like Ruth never forgot a kindness. That was worth the odd loss.

As the large brick house came into view he picked up his pace a bit. He wasn’t in a rush, but the buns really were best when they were still warm. As he hopped up the steps to the door he made a final adjustment of his scarf and his coat. Katherine was not the highest society door he’d knocked on, but nonetheless he wanted to make a good second impression. His approach at the party last night had not gone too poorly, the hissing from her little creature notwithstanding, so now he had to build on that.

Convinced he was presentable, he gave a few solid knocks on the door. This is going to go great. He said to himself. It wasn’t an obvious use of his powers, but it made him feel better none the less.

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At the knock, Katherine's only human staff, a combination between maid, butler, and cook, answered it with a sour face. "Yes?" He drawled in a very poor mockery of an upper-crust accent. Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "If you're wanting Miss Stewart, go around to the servant's entrance and down to the basement. She'll receive you there." The door slammed.




The shop was filled with a fine layer of black ash. Katherine blinked, slowly, and then took a small cloth out of one of the many pockets of her leather apron to wipe off her goggles. That done, she peered into the glass. Hephaestus handed her a small book.

"Thank you, dear. It wasn't conclusive, but I think it's a step in the right direction. She took off her gloves and, hands her only clean skin visible, started writing quickly. Every result, for good or ill, had to be recorded. Otherwise how was she to know how her experiments were progressing? This particular one was meant to be a drink to give the client extra energy, but she was having difficulties balancing the different properties. It was perhaps time, she wrote in the margin, to go back to tampering with coffee beans instead of the laws of physics.

The contents of the beaker were carefully poured out into a bucket full of a chemical agent that rendered all others inert, and she began the process of cleaning off the table to start anew. Hephaestus could do the work, but she felt sorry that he had been so covered by ash. Pan had, wisely, hidden in one of her larger pockets, but she had no such pockets for Hephaestus. "Go clean yourself off, Hephaestus, and power down for a while. You've worked hard and could use the rest." Silently, the large brass golem walked away.

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Image That was…new. He was used to being turned away by the servants, but not in quite such a manner. Miss Stewart, you grow more interesting the more I learn about you… A bemused grin danced across his face as he walked down the path to the Servant’s entrance. The path was well worn and the door was obvious, so it was no trouble for him, but it had him interested all the same.

He opened the door, noting that the stairs were well-kept, especially for the servant’s entrance. The Servants had said nothing about knocking, so perhaps there was somewhere else that he should knock, or a bell to ring. It wasn’t until he was already in the basement, glancing at a partly-open door that he realized that no servant’s quarters would have a door to be received at.

Nothing to be done for it now… He muttered under his breath and stepped into the room, swinging the door open with great flourish. Good day to you Miss Stewart! Pleased to see you again, your staff were most helpful. I do hope I haven’t disturbed your work. Regardless, I have brought some honey-buns for us to partake of while we discuss our ventures further. He side-stepped the large, burly golem near him, his eyes dashing up and down the creature in awe. So it’s more than clockwork pets is it? Fascinating.
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Hephaestus stopped in front of the new arrival, taking up a protective stance. Katherine had looked up, startled, at the intrusion, and moved the goggles to the top of her head. Recognizing the visitor, she stepped forward and put a gloved hand on the large brass back. "Don't worry, Hephaestus, this is a guest. Go clean yourself off." When the golem didn't move, she gave him a gentle pat and moved around him.

"Mister... Fitzroy, was it?" Offering her hand to shake, still in a glove, she looked down and realized that he probably didn't want ash all over him, so she snatched her hand back just as quickly and pulled off the glove to offer it again. "My apologies for the mess," she said awkwardly, "I was in the middle of an experiment before you came in."

She paused, and Pan took that opportunity to leap and climb from her pocket up to her shoulder, considering the visitor inquisitively. He made a small rumbling noise, one that Katherine recognized as his curious but cautious warning, and stared intently at the box in Fitzroy's hands. Just because he couldn't eat didn't mean he didn't occasionally like to inspect her food. Katherine put that down to a glitch in the mechanics, because much of what Pan did made little sense.

"What, exactly, can I do for you, Mr. Fitzroy?" she asked, motioning to a small table covered in papers. Flushing, she quickly piled everything up and put it on another table, pulling up another chair so that he could sit. She didn't allow Compton down here, there was too much that could be irreparably harmed through ignorance, and she cleaned the non-essential spaces sparingly enough as it was. Clients were rarely bothered by it, putting it rightfully down to the effects of a mind enraptured by mechanics rather than the day-to-day necessities, and she rarely dealt with any of the peerage snooty enough to care.

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Image Indeed, but you may call me Felix, I am not anybody who needs to be addressed formally, nor need you worry about standing on occasion for me. He set the box down on the table, opening it and helping himself to one of the buns. He took a bite and leaned against the table, chewing slowly as he pondered his next words.

You can create all sorts of things, yes? He held a piece of his bun out to the small creature that rested on her shoulder. And I have need of something you can make. It won’t be any trouble for you of course, it is well within your…abilities. He put purposeful emphasis on the last word, then set to eating his bun again. The words always left a taste in his mouth, like licking an iron pole. It was never an indication of whether it had worked or not. I too have, abilities. And if we combine our abilities, we can create some fascinating things. He smiled at her, waiting for his words to sink in with her. It wasn’t hard to see the marks of Iron Touch on her works. That was probably why she tried to remain in the shadows. Most would let her be a recluse, but he had always had an affinity for people in the shadows. Perhaps a camaraderie he felt.

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Katherine looked confused. "I'm an Alchemist, if that's what you mean, and I should be able to make what you desire. Assuming, of course," she babbled on, "you don't want immortality, I can't help you there." Cautiously she took a honeybun and nibbled on it. How long had it been since she'd last eaten? Usually there was a tray left at the door for mealtimes, but she usually missed the knock and ended up drinking cold tea and stale biscuits. or whatever was on offer that day.

She examined Mr. Fitzroy up and down, wondering what they could have in common, and unable to think of him as informally as he wished. He wasn't an Alchemist, that she knew of, but looks were deceiving and she'd collaborated on projects before. She didn't like it, but occasionally it was necessary.

"So what is it you'd like to create?" she asked, omitting an address altogether so she didn't have to offend him or her own sensibilities. "I don't create my golems for others, they are my proprietary fr--creations." Pan sniffed at the honeybun and then settled back on her shoulder. Hephaestus hadn't moved, but she didn't like to force him. He would get clean eventually, probably after Mr. Fitzroy left. He had trust issues, poor thing.

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Image Come now Miss Stewart. Felix chuckled and shook his head. You musn’t be so humble. I may be a simple writer, but even I know enough about automatons to know they’re nothing like what you have here. He gestured again to Pan, popping the remains of his bun into his mouth and chewing while the thought carefully on his next words. An old trick of his, but one Katherine wouldn’t be tired of yet.
Other Alchemists, they’re almost wholly charlatans. Promising immortality, thick hair, healthy children, whatever you can imagine, and then disappearing once the questions arise. He shrugged. Other automatons, they’re clunky contraptions of steam and gears. They move slowly, they don’t adapt, they barely respond. They certainly don’t react like yours. The fluidity in Pan’s motions alone would bring other engineers to tears. They’d gibber with envy if they saw him hiss. Perhaps she didn’t know, perhaps she was being legitimately humble, perhaps she was cleverly trying to deceive him. Either way, now that he had her more penned in, it was time to draw her out with a bit of honesty of his own.
Though, if I’m being frank, I should admit that I’m not a simple writer myself. He paused to let that sink in, was she going to pick up on his hints? She was an academic, but spending this much time alone in a workshop could give people some trouble. Miss Stewart, have you ever heard of people being…Iron Touched?

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ImageKatherine cocked her head to the side, confused. "I've heard of the Iron Touched, yes, there are whispers here and there and eventually even I catch on to rumors. But... I'm an Alchemist. Of course there are charlatans, every profession has those and I admit mine has more than most, but I don't think...I mean, I've trained for years to do what I do. I believe it would be the height of arrogance to claim I'm somehow uniquely more qualified to practice my craft simply because of an unsubstantiated rumor." Absentmindedly she petted Pan, who attempted to comfort her by rattling up a grinding purr.

"But regardless," she said, shaking her head free of cobwebs and useless ponderings, "I can and will help you in creating the item you require. And if you are Iron Touched, then surely your skill will lend something valuable to the process, I am ever eager to learn new methods and create new things." Whether or not this Iron Touched rumor was fact or fiction, it would be intriguing to utilize someone else's skill in addition to her own to craft something new. It would be a nice change from the problem of the owl's flight, that was for sure, and as he wasn't a rival Alchemist she had nothing to worry about on that score.

"What, precisely, do you want me to create for you and in what form do you offer assistance?" Katherine took a thick pad from one of her many apron pockets and a small pencil nub. Notes were essential, and her handwriting was good out of necessity but her abbreviations cryptic, out of habit and caution.

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Katherine had been on a shopping expedition for more parts and tools--the latter mostly useless, as usual she'd have to make her own--when she almost ran into a crowd in the middle of the street. The sounds of the quietly rushing river were completely overcome by the chatter, and so it was easy to catch a few words. 'Investigation,' 'murder,' and a loud scream that ripped through the noise, silencing the gawkers, before they started up again.

She made to turn and go, but Pan decided at that moment to pop up out of her pocket and rush through the crowd, winding quickly and easily through trousers and skirts. Sighing, Katherine started to push her way through as well, wishing she'd brought Hephaestus who was good with making paths. At least her plain brown frock and missing apron would allow her to pass more for someone of the lower classes, someone to be ignored. Ignoring the outraged responses to her rudeness, she at last reached where Pan was sitting, the small metal cat had his ears cocked at the side of the murdered man. "Pan!" she hissed, trying to remain unobtrusive. "Come away!"

She was startled to notice that the girl who lay collapsed near the body was not, in fact, what she seemed. She was an automaton! No, she amended, not an automaton. She was something else, something quite different. It was too bad there was a tragedy going on, Katherine would love the opportunity to examine her to see if whatever had been done to adapt or create her could be used to improve her own golems. It was selfish, Katherine knew, but it was easier than focusing on the dead body before her.

Pan, ignoring her call, was delicately examining the smell of the man. Katherine had given him what she'd believed was a limited olfactory sense, but given her age at the time she had no idea how successful she'd been or what it was he was smelling. Her only thought was to hide him away before the small group of people around the collapsed girl noticed a golem in their midst. Not everyone reacted well to them, and if anything happened to Pan... "Pan, come away!" she repeated, slightly louder, but still hissing.

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For a few seconds everything seemed to slow down. Lorena was caught in a time where everything seemed impossible. Breathing seemed inconceivable and her thoughts suddenly all but shut down. All that was present was the stench of her surroundings and the image of the man which was now burnt into her memory forever.

The time lapse broke when an arm wrapped around her. For a second she startled in panic before quickly turning to see it was Julian. Immediately she relaxed letting out the breath she had been holding. He looked around, his expression worried. Abruptly her previous words rushed back to her and in a moment of realisation her hand flew to her mouth. Concern alighted her features as she came to terms that she could possibly have just revealed all of their affiliation with Iron Touched to anyone around.

Fearfully she gazed up at Julian.

"I'm so sorry…" she managed to breathe when Mila suddenly called to her father.

This was followed by a scream and the awful realisation of the who the man was dawned on Lorena. Looking over she saw the girl being held by Billy. There was nothing to do but sit with Julian staring glassy eyed at what remained of Mila's father. H.G. arrived at the scene, but Lorena didn't look up at him at first, simply gazing ahead.

"We will need to... to move him, in order to ensure a... private investigation…I don't suppose one in our number has shady contacts in the art of uh... discretionary body removal?"

Immediately a roiling anger filled Lorena and her features hardened. She wasn't entirely sure at exactly who it was aimed at. H.G. for his pragmatic response to such a tragedy? Herself for foolishly shouting out? Or the monster that had committed so heinous a crime? Perhaps it was directed at all of them at once. Yet as quickly as the anger arrived it dissipated leaving her feeling hollow.

The sounds of murmuring and footfall suddenly became present. With horror, Lorena briefly glanced over her shoulder to see a crowd gathering. Panicking she quickly spun back around and drew close to Julian trying to hide her face from the growing group of people. They were all in serious trouble now, being associated with the body. Billy and Mila in particular were in grave danger in not only being picked up as Iron Touched but also for pure spite of their kind possibly linked with the crime. No doubt at the very least they'd all be wanted in for questioning to how they found the body…

Her thoughts trailed off. There was no way her father would not hear of this if had to bear witness. Quickly she turned to Julian.

"We need to leave now." Her harsh whisper was filled with terrified urgency.

A glint of gold drew her attention. A small metallic figure of a lizard was sitting beside the body, head cocked. At first Lorena assumed it was merely some sort of trinket when it moved. She started in surprise watching in distracted fascination as the metal reptile sniffed at the corpse. A sharp faced women suddenly appeared seeming to demand it to return to her. Instinctively Lorena reached out her mind to the strange creature seeking entry to its thoughts. Her probe swiped at air. The creature had no thought patterns, at least not in the way ordinary animals did.

When Lorena looked back at the women there eyes met and the full situation was thrust back to the forefront of her mind. They needed to move. Already it may be too late as this woman could easily identify them to the police. Which was worse? Being taken in to be questioned and having Billy and Mila surely found out? Possibly the rest of them as well by association? Or to be wanted for questioning and be suspicious because all of them had left the scene?

"What are we supposed to do?" she said frantically to Julian.

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Mila, weeping softly, curled into Billy as he held her, It felt nice to have someone there, she thought she'd be alone now, but she knew she wasn't. Billy didn't have to hold her, but he had, and it was nice. H.G was there too now. She peeked her head up from Billy's chest as he spoke.

"We will need to... to move him, in order to ensure a... private investigation…I don't suppose one in our number has shady contacts in the art of uh... discretionary body removal?" He said and Mila looked up with wide eyes. She knew he didn't mean to be so...what was the word? pragmatic? She was sure he wasn't trying to be rude, but it still came of that way and it made Mila feel sick.

Tink, tink tink.

Mila turned her head, and it seemed she wasn't the only one to hear it, as Lorena was looking in the direction of the sound. A small metal lizard appeared around her father's body and seemed to...sniff it. Mila frowned. "Hey, get away, shoo, shoo!" she waved her hand at the metal beast and looked up to find a dark haired, green eyed woman standing there. Mila pulled from Billy's arms, she didn't want to go, but she was already up. She stood up and smacked the golem away with unnatural speed and it skipped across the ground, a metal crashing against the rocks, as steam swirled within her chest, making her voice sound more like a Victrola then it had moments ago. But then, her rational thought took control again and Mila immediately felt bad. She didn't mean to break it. "Oh no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll fix it, I'll fix it, I swear." she said, in a panic, she gathered the pieces that had fallen off, in to her arms, and cradled them, tears in her eyes. The golem seemed mostly intact but it was still broken. "I can fix it,"

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"I'm so sorry…"

"It's alright," Julian murmured, side-eyeing the growing crowd that was gathering at the docks. They needed to go. The last thing they needed was someone seeing Billy's markings are getting too close a look at Mila and they were all in trouble. Trouble was the last thing they needed.

"We will need to... to move him, in order to ensure a... private investigation…I don't suppose one in our number has shady contacts in the art of uh... discretionary body removal?"

Before Julian had a chance to say anything, Billy leveled his gaze at HG, "Tact isn't your strong point, is it?"

Julian took a step back from the conversation, his arm leaving Lorena's shoulder. As much as pragmatism wasn't wanted, right now though, it was what they needed, he could grant HG that. The first thing they needed to do was calm Mila down enough to get her to move. Then maybe they could see if Billy had any shady contacts that could deal with this sort of thing. Julian exhaled heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sometimes, life made him wish he was the trophy son his father had wanted. At least then his life would be easier. Vastly less interesting, but still easier and quieter. There were not grizzly murders in that world. They were some awful thing that happened to other people; a name in a newspaper briefly mourned and then forgotten. They weren't something that happened on your doorstep to people you knew.

"What are we supposed to do?" Lorena asked him.

"We need to go." Julian echoed Lorena's earlier statement.

Billy straightened up as Mila skittered across, snatching something from the ground. Her movements were too fast for Billy to see what it was, but there was a metallic crunching sound as Mila curled her fist around it. Billy made a note not to get on her bad side, even if he did have a marking that could nullify her strength. She soon seemed to regret her actions, apologising profusely to a woman in the crowd. In among the madness of it all, he found Mila's child-like innocence refreshing. It wasn't something that was usually seen in White Chapel. The harshness of life there forced children to become adults. The innocent and naive were soon left behind. Although Billy somehow doubted any of them would allow Mila to be left behind. The Iron Touched were odd like that. They protected their own, even if there was no logic to it.

"Billy, we need to go."

Billy looked to Julian, nodding his agreement. He turned to Mila, "We can fix this back at Julie's, it'll be alright."He said, slowly reaching a hand out, hoping Mila would let him see the contraption she had cradled in her arms. True, machinery was more Julian's area of expertise, but he wasn't a complete novice.

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"We need to go."

Relief flooded through her as Julian echoed her own need to escape from the place. Shakily she got to her feet before Mila suddenly crushed the tiny golden lizard in a sudden moment of passion. Lorena let out a gasp, her eyes quickly going to the women. She heard Billy carefully keep the situation in control, again promising that the contraption could be fixed and starting to coax the group away. She started to follow.

"Lorena?"

Her blood ran cold as she heard a familiar voice. All she wanted to do was turn away and disappear but instead a strong hand griped her shoulder and spun her around. Terrified she met the cold green eyes of her brother.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was filled with curiosity and worry before his expression immediately darkened and anger flooded into his features. He turned to Julian and the rest of the group. "What the hell are you doing with my sister?"

Panic flooded through her at the fury in his voice. His eyes were shooting daggers particularly at Julian, accusations obviously poised. Knowing her brother he wouldn't think twice about starting a brawl.

"Jon wait." She cut in front of him, speaking hurriedly. "It's ok, I promise I can explain-"

His gaze suddenly landed on Billy before it locked onto one of the marks on the young man's skin. Jonathon recoiled as though he'd been hit. He stared for a moment longer before moving onto Mila. His expression changed to disgust and revulsion.

"How could you be with the likes of them!" He spat the last words out, glaring at the group with pure hatred. Lorena paled as his hands gathered into fists. Suddenly he turned on her, causing her to stumble back a few paces."You know what they are."

His voice was dangerously low and her hands began to shake as she watched his mind working it out. She saw the question forming in his eyes before he began to ask.

"You aren't…."

"Jonathon it's not my fault." Panicking Lorena responded instantaneously to his accusation. Immediately shock replaced her brothers anger. For a moment there was silence. Jonathon just stared at her in dismay.

"Loren, surely not." She didn't say a word, instead watching him frightened of his response. Finally his features hardened in resolve; a sudden determination that he would make everything work out.

"We can get you fixed. I'm sure we can do something."

"I don't need to be fixed." She replied curtly.

"And if father finds out?" Lorena went white. "Come on Loren. You know what happened to our neighbour-"

"Jon stop!" she cried out, but he continued despite her protests.

"Don't you remember how he hung himself from the ceiling after a week in the mental asylum? You'll end up there too if he ever finds out."

"He won't." Her voice was shrill, pleading.

"He most certainly will if you keep sneaking out here. How could you be stupid enough to trust people like them? They'll do anything they please with you if they feel it will allow themselves to claw their way up the hierarchy."

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Katherine walked close and held her arms open for Pan, who nimbly leaped into them, shaking slightly. She looked him over critically, angry at the girl who had hurt him but knowing at the same time that, given her attachment to the dead man, her reaction was somewhat justified. At least Pan was all right... mostly.

Picking up the other pieces from the ground, she said, "He seems all right, just a few minor fixes. I would much rather use my workshop than another's, as I have the right tools, but if this Julie's workshop is closer I can--" Pan nudged her roughtly, looking intently again at the girl. His shaking had stopped, and the small cat golem seemed interested, not afraid, of the girl's offer. "Or, I suppose, you can fix him, under my close supervision of course. I could not lose Pan. He is far too important to me, I must admit." And besides, in the heavy leather bag at her side, reminiscent of a doctor's medical bag, she carried her most essential tools, so if this workshop was lacking she could still make sure Pan was all right as soon as possible.

She turned, Pan's gold, bronze, and silver parts glinting in the sun before he hid in one of her pockets again, her dress especially designed to allow him a place to hide. As they began to walk away as a group, they were interrupted by an argument between one of them and another man, apparently her brother, who felt it appropriate to upbraid his sister on the street. Interesting choice. Made her glad that what little family she had didn't bother interfering with her life, too used to her eccentricities. And what, precisely, did he mean by 'people like them'?

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The woman in the dark dress stepped forward, inspecting the small contraption in Mila's hands. She held her arms out and the thing leaped into her arms. A few years ago, Billy would have thought he had been inhaling something odd had he witnessed a sentient machine. Given the life he now lead, it seemed to be just another perfectly ordinary thing. "He seems all right, just a few minor fixes. I would much rather use my workshop than another's, as I have the right tools, but if this Julie's workshop is closer I can..." she trailed off, still focused on the machine, "Or, I suppose, you can fix him," she said to Mila, "Under my close supervision of course. I could not lose Pan. He is far too important to me, I must admit."

Billy nodded, "All depends on where your workshop is Miss." He looked over to Julian who was starting to leave with Lorena. Billy waited for Mila to start walking before following behind her. Billy looked up when he heard Lorena's name being called.

Julian stopped, turning hesitantly when he heard someone call Lorena's name. He saw a young man, close to his own age, approach Lorena. Julian took half a step back, staying close to Lorena. Judging by her face, she didn't particularly want this man here. Knowing as little as he did about Lorena's home life, he assumed that this man was either a well meaning suitor, or her brother.

"What the hell are you doing with my sister?" His question was directed at Julian. Julian met his gaze, taken aback by the sheer venom he saw reflected in this man's eyes. He wasn't happy and he wanted answers. Whether or not he would be willing to listen to those answers was another matter.

"Absolutely nothing," he answered, maintaining his calm while inside he was seething. Who was this man to speak Lorena like that? To speak to anyone like that for that matter.

"Jon wait." Lorena stepped between them. She knew this man by name, so they were close, but Julian was still none the wiser as to the nature of their relationship. There was something in the way they each held their jaw, a slight arrogance that Julian had once held in his own, and their eyes that had Julian leaning closer to 'Jon' being Lorena's brother. "It's ok, I promise I can explain-"

Julian braced himself when Jon's gaze turned to Billy. Billy seemed to sense it too, as he looked up, eyes wide and almost childlike. Billy looked to his wrists and saw that his shirt sleeve had ridden up slightly while he had been reaching out to Mila. He hastily pulled his sleeves down, hoping that this man hadn't seen the marks, that he wouldn't cause a scene, that he wouldn't know and just assume they were normal tattoos.The disgust on the gentleman's face said otherwise.

"How could you be with the likes of them! You know what they are." Jon said, his attention, and fury, turning back to Lorena. Lorena stumbled back into Julian. He placed a hand on the curve of her back, mostly to steady her, but also as a quiet reassurance that she had allies here, no matter what her brother might say. Julian turned his attention to Billy, who was glaring at the man. For all Billy's hedonistic faults, he certainly had a strong sense loyalty to those who found themselves like him. To anyone who was in trouble for that matter. That was the only reason Julian could think of for helping him when he himself had first arrived in White Chapel.

Julian saw Billy's eyes darken, his chest rising rapidly as they both followed the conversation between Jon and Lorena. "He most certainly will if you keep sneaking out here. How could you be stupid enough to trust people like them? They'll do anything they please with you if they feel it will allow themselves to claw their way up the hierarchy."

Julian pressed his lips into a thin smile, maintaining a thin veneer of politeness, "People like us? You must mean people that are a victim of fate, my good sir, for once upon a time I was a gentleman of means, much like yourself. A comfortable upbringing, an overbearing father, all the trappings of a privelliged life. I was at the top of the hierarchy and I assure you I have no wish to return to it," Julian's friendly mask fell away, "But don't you for a minute think that I intend to use your sister for anything," he hissed, "You are the one causing her distress, not myself, nor any of my friends."

Billy fidgeted with his shirt, attempting, in vain, to cover the majority of his markings. He had always been so careful. The man, Jon, looked familar but Billy couldn't quite place his face. Billy paced behind him, trying to see Jon's face from a different angle, "Leave it Julie," he said, finally placing Jon's face, "he's one of those types who likes to think that a few coins makes him our moral superior," Billy laughed, "Though I'm sure there are plenty of pretty folk in White Chapel who might disagree." He tilted his head, looking innocently to Jon. There was a challenge to his words, veiled as it was, but there nonetheless. Billy handed the challenge to Jon to answer, sure that no matter what Jon said, Julian wouldn't abandon him.

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"He seems all right, just a few minor fixes. I would much rather use my workshop than another's, as I have the right tools, but if this Julie's workshop is closer I can..." The woman said, her voice trailing off. Mila hung her head in shame. "Or, I suppose, you can fix him," she said and Mila smiled. "Under my close supervision of course. I could not lose Pan. He is far too important to me, I must admit."

"Oh thank you, Ma'am, I promise to fix him, good as new." she told her eagerly.

"All depends on where your workshop is Miss."Billy said and Mila looked at him, and then to Julian and Lorena, they were walking off when a man approached Lorena.

"What are you doing here?" He said, before his eyes found Julian and then the rest of them. Mila tensed. "What the hell are you doing with my sister?"



"Jon wait, It's ok, I promise I can explain-" Lorena said hastily but the man looked at Billy, he eyed Billy's marks and took a step back before looking at Mila. She grabbed a hold of Billy, ducking behind him, as the man, called Jon looked disturbed by the sight of her.

"How could you be with the likes of them!"He spat. His gaze turned on Lorena and Mila gripped Billy a bit harder, hiding behind the taller boy. "You know what they are." He said

"You aren't…." He inquired and Lorena didn't have to answer. He didn't know Lorena was special, she didn't look like it. Mila knew she looked different, her skin wasn't all skin, some of it was copper, her eyes were mismatched, her voice was different, and Billy, he had marks, all over he wore marks. Mila liked his marks.

"Billy..." Mila peeped quietly.

"Jonathon it's not my fault." Lorena went on, and Mila felt bad. Where they a bad thing, was it bad to be what they were? The siblings went on and on, and Mila felt herself becoming more angry, and more sad.

"He most certainly will if you keep sneaking out here. How could you be stupid enough to trust people like them? They'll do anything they please with you if they feel it will allow themselves to claw their way up the hierarchy."

Julian then stepped up, while Billy just glared daggers at the man. Mila held on a bit tighter. "People like us? You must mean people that are a victim of fate, my good sir, for once upon a time I was a gentleman of means, much like yourself. A comfortable upbringing, an overbearing father, all the trappings of a privileged life. I was at the top of the hierarchy and I assure you I have no wish to return to it," Julian said, before he stopped trying to sound... diplomatic, that was the word. "But don't you for a minute think that I intend to use your sister for anything," he hissed, "You are the one causing her distress, not myself, nor any of my friends." He said and Mila looked at the man and nodded. Lorena was the first person to help her, to say anything to her, she was her friend, her first friend, she was good. Mila knew she was good.

Billy began to fidget a bit and so Mila let him go. She would have stood beside Lorena but Julian was there for her, which was good. "Leave it Julie," Billy said, "he's one of those types who likes to think that a few coins makes him our moral superior," Billy laughed sardonically. "Though I'm sure there are plenty of pretty folk in White Chapel who might disagree." He said and Mila didn't quite understand what he mean by that but he knew it wasn't good.

Mila moved to Lorena, smiled at her, and took her hand on the other side of her. "Lorena is a good person, and she is our friend, she doesn't belong with anyone who thinks she's bad, because she's different. She belongs with us." She said, and gave Lorena's hand a gentle squeeze.