forum A Victorian/Steampunk RP, anyone ?? (( 2/4 ))

Started November 24, 2022 by @Emmrii

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“Awww, but shooting you would be fun! Maybe tending to the bullet wound will give me something to do.”

"It would be fun for you, but no. And besides, I'll be giving you plenty of other work to do while I run around town. Work that has to be done in the house. If you shoot me, that is."

“Hm… maybe you’re right. This place definitely needs to be cleaned,” he teased. “Maybe I’ll take care of it while you’re gone.”

"I thought you were going somewhere yourself - because I've already paid you." she chuckles.

“I mean when I get back from this mission or what not. I can’t stand living in a dusty house.”

"Yeah, yeah, Mr. Neat-freak. Do whatever you need to make this place live up to your standards." she snorts.

“Of course, of course.” He took his jacket off the coat hanger and slipped it on before he adjusted his hat. “Have a nice evening, dear.”

"Same to you, sweetheart." she nods, shooing him out the door.

McKay strolled down the street, looking around at the buildings towering over him. He was supposed to find someone here? How curious. He doubted anyone in this rundown city would ever be capable of joining this little team his employer had started; most of the people in this town drank all day and partied all night. (Prolly a good point for Eden to come in)

Eden gave a long sigh, hooking the phone back onto it's stand. Another dead end, she was having trouble finding any of her contacts awake or quick enough on the uptake to know what had happened in her little neighborhood. She rubbed her eyes, feeling stifled by the stuffy air of her apartment. It was late but.. She needed some air.
Besides, the curfew officer had already stopped by, another one wouldn't be in the same spot for a good while yet. Grabbing her gloves and a small purse, Eden made sure to lock the office door before leaving.

She would just make her way to the end of the street and watch the sky for any passing airships. Her father had always taken her out this way when she was little and had stayed in the office longer than she was supposed to. A pleasant ache of nostalgia hit her, the old man was still doing alright last she checked.

The chill air of the night gave Eden a little spring to her step as she walked. She paused by a streetlamp, glancing around just in case. It wasn't her first night out on the town alone, but a woman knew that if she wasn't careful, it could always be her last. Most people seemed to be inside, asleep or in the dimly lit pubs. The warm light of the buildings spilling out onto the cobblestones, the sound of mirth evident inside. She idly played with a loose strand of her red-gold hair, when her eye caught on another lone figure.

It looked male from the way he walked, strolling along the street with a careless amble. Eden paused for a moment, the streetlamp illuminated her position, but she was near enough a residential building that she could call for help. Entranced, Eden stayed in her circle of light, not daring to step into the shadows with an unknown person roaming the area. She watched the figure walk, keeping her expression stoic. Still.. She clutched her bag a little tighter.

“Someone’s out late.” The man turned to her, his eyes flashing. “May I ask why?”

Eden turned to the man, tilting her head just a fraction to the side, as if to inspect his face.
"The same goes for you sir. A lady can be out for a stroll, can't she?"
She offered a sliver of a smile, still testing the waters with this new stranger. Wholesome types weren't usually out this late.

“I’m just saying, it’s dangerous at this time of night,” he said, “and it’s not often you see a person out here who isn’t trying to cause trouble.”

Eden gave the man a sharp smile, similar to the one she'd shown the police officer, one that said she was definitely trouble.
"Maybe you just don't get out enough sir. People are nicer than you give them credit for."
Saccharine sweet voice. She was teasing him, though it was a bit hard to tell with her, the slight amused twinkle in the eyes usually gave her away.

“Pssh. People? Here? Nice? Lies.” He waved his hand, dismissing the thought. “I’ve never met a single nice person here, dear. Likely not even you.”

Eden made a slight humming noise, as if deep in thought.
"Possible. I believe I know a grand total of four truly 'nice' people. Three if you don't count family" She said it slowly, warming up to the conversation.

"What about you? Are you 'nice' or should I be worried?" Eden smiled again, leaning in closer to the stranger, who, for a brief moment, she felt looked mildly familiar.. Her smile vanished into a light frown, and she never once broke eye contact.

“Mm… no. I mean, I’m sure there are people out there who think I’m okay.” He smirked and leaned against a wall. “But nah, I’m probably a terrible person.”

Eden raised an eyebrow, both at the admission of guilt and the casual kean against the wall. It hid part of his face and she found herself leaning a just a smidge further away from the light, to see better.

"Terrible? And what is a terrible person like you doing out here? I'm curious now."

“Mm… what are you doing out? Tell me that?”

The woman gave a little sigh, raising her offhand to rub her temple.
"You're very insistent, aren't you? Fine, I'll play your little game." She waved at the sky, the stars lone since blotted out by smog and dust, but the twinkle of a skyships landing lights could be seen.
"I wanted to watch the light show."

“The light show, eh? It happens every night.”

"Sure does. But I never said I had free time every night. I'm sure you're unfamiliar."

“Oh, no. I barely have any free time at night time either,” he remarked. “So, yes, I am familiar. Never judge a book by its cover, eh?”

"Depends on if the book tells you it's no good. Then I might be forgiven don't you think?" Eden was getting antsy, she shot a quick glance back at the crowded building near her. If she dashed she could probably outrun this guy.

“Aw, you think I’m no good? Now that’s a little bit of a bummer.”