Open Tales in a World of Steam

[The Hot Ice Queen]

Welcome to Blazia, the world made in steam, iron and blood. In the middle of the Steam Era the Humans learned how to use the sun energy, putting it in highly concetrate energy capsules. That clean and endless energy source was responsible for creating a mixed technology, using both steampunk and solar energy sources, people now live with prosthestic arms, legs and eyes.Energy shields, guns and swords exist as well as airships.
The year is 988 of the Blazian Calendary.
Since its creation, the Blazia Empire was lead by two royal families, the Stragia and the Regeron families. But know the empire is at peace, the people in power became greedy, starting an internal and quiet war betwen the two families. In the mean time, the low class citizens suffers with hunger and misery.
Be a soldier, a prince, a noble or slave, with the empire in crises, everyone is capable of changing the anything. Fight, train, kill, steal or deceive, the way this history will ends is up to you.


Rule 1. Follow the RP Forum Rules.
Rule 2. GodMod=You're out
Rule 3. Let clear your intention of battling while RPing, giving the oponnent(if a player) the opportunity to act:
Wrong Way: In one moment they were talking, in the next the assassin stabbed the soldier in the chest, hot blood spilling from the wound and the soldier dying in a horrible way.
Right Way:'The assassin raised his blade while walking silently towards the soldier, he attacked from behind with his blade.'
'The soldier thought the silence was just too suspicious, he turned around to check the room and found a man, weapons drawn, trying to cut him. He jumped to the side to avoid the attack while unsheathing his own blade.'
Rule 4. If it is a Open RP, you don't need to ask for permission to join
Rule 5. I don't want to see anyone going beserker or acting as a maniac. Ex:He locked himself inside the room, he was too strong to walk with that people, he locked himself in order to stopping himself of killing every one.
Rule 6. New people in the RP can choose being one of the following characters(But not limited to):
-Regeron Prince/Princess.
-Stragia Prince/Princess.
-A knight, under the Regeron family service.
-A medium class citizen, willing to do whenever it takes to climb his away to nobility.
-An orphan thief, he/she learned how to take care of himself/herself. Taken
-A soldier of the Blazian Empire, low class, using his new job to take care of the family.Taken
-A cientist of the realm, prostheses creator (such as mechanic arms and eyes).Taken
-Noble, high class citizen, good looking, ambitious.Taken
Just claim your character or create one of your own.
Rule 7. You have control over your character, and your character only, however if you're the Prince or the Royal Guard Captain as an exemple,you can give orders to some of the NPC's.
Rule 8. In Blazia, men and women have the same rights as citizens,
Rule 9. Blazia is kinda of a steampunk Empire, machines implants, robot-like tech and steampunk clothing included.
Rule 10. Magic does not exist.
Rule 11. Have a good time!

Room for 7/14 players.

 

[The Hot Ice Queen]

(Thief Claimed)

Name: Elisa Redwolf
Age: 17
Gender:Female
Appearence: 5'7 feet tall.White skin, black hair, blue eyes. Usually dressed in black.
Hobbies: Chilling and parkour.
Prosthestics: None
Abilities: Fighting, stealing, talking her way out of situations, acrobatics.
Weapons: Energy gun, dual daggers. 8 Energy Capsules
Rich or Poor: Medium, survives by stealing.
Profission: None, thief.

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"What a cute haircut!"Elisa said to the old rich lady standing outside the east avenue market. Colars, bracelets and rings, all made of gold. Old rich ladies were Elisa favorite targets, always so easy to steal. "Where did you brought these?" she said while pointing into the old lady's golden necklace. It took only two minutos of lies and compliments to take the silver coins out of her purse."Well, good to chat with you, see you later!" She said, while acting as a dull noble teenage girl.
The moment the old lady turned her back Elisa was already running, the lady seemed to realize what just happened as Elisa could hear someone yelling "Thief!", but it was too late, Elisa was now almost out of the market.

 

[Lirya]

(Soldier claimed, at least! A Steampunk like RP)

Name: Christopher"Chris" Vallak
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearence: 5'10 feet tall. Tan skin, black curly hair, dark green eyes.
Hobbies: Chilling and parkour.
Prosthestics: Right arm.
Abilities: Strong Body, Shooting, Martial Arts.
Weapons: Energy soldier rifle, energy sword. 8 Energy Capsules
Rich or Poor: Poor.
Profission: Soldier.
Personality: Gentle when he wants to, good hearth, loyal.



"Help"Chris heard,"Thief"the soldier looked around to find the victim and saw a old lady pointing at a young woman, running as fast as she could. He runned after her, the girl was fast, but after months of military training his body improved a little bit. While running he reach for his rifle, a default rifle, owned by every member of the empire military. It wasn't a incredible weapon, but it wasn't terrible either. He adjusted the rifle shot power- Lethal, NonLethal- His goal wasn't to kill the girl, just to knock her down. He stopped running, his hands holding steady. He aimed at her back.... And then he took the shot. Blue sparks were expelled as the blue energy shot was finding his way to his target.

 

[Fireflying]

Name: Eric Galter
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearence: 6'0,black skin, golden eye, with dreadlocks in his brown hair.
Hobbies: Creating gadgets.
Prosthestics: Right Eye.
Abilities: Capsule Mechanic,Piloting any robot or airship, swordsman, shooting, parkour.
Weapons: Energy handgun, energy sword and shield. 8 Energy Capsules
Rich or Poor: Medium.
Profission: Airship pilot.
Personality: Outgoing, sarcastig, lazy.

"Not my problem" He said when he heard the yelling, aparently someone was stolen...So what? People are stolen every single day, and even worst. He continued to make his way throught the market.

 

[chredwards]

(Noble class taken)
Name: Dame Sienna Butterfield
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Appearance: 5'9", brown neck length hair (sort of like a bob), will wear black when performing, wears long beautiful black dresses.
Hobbies: Conducting music
Prosthetics: None
Abilities: Agility, verbal manipulation, brilliant singing voice,
Weapons: (This is quite fun) Inside her baton for conducting is several compartments. At the top is a long, fine needle that can be used for drawing blood. The second compartment is really a long hollow tube after the top has been removed. It acts as a blowdart. Finally, in the third compartment is a phial of a deadly poison composed from a deadly Moroccan flower imported from Carlotta's family.
Rich or Poor: Rich, survives on wealth
Profession: Conductor/Composer
Personality: Will seem sweet and lovely at first, but when you get on the wrong side...

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Sienna finished the performance with a final flourish of her hand. She bowed at the appreciative audience and curtsied with a fake smile. "Finally." She thought to herself. Sienna walked outside of the stage, a large gust of wind came and hugged Sienna. Sienna growled and made her way to the marketplace. She looked at the large group of peasants and grit her teeth as she entered. She noticed a tall, young man walking towards her. He had dark skin.

 

[Cicada]

((Shoot, my character is named Eric, too. I could change it for the sake of sparing everyone from confusion, but for the meantime I'm just gonna use Eric. ^^"))

(Scientist Claimed)

Name: Eric Peters
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Choppy brown hair that reaches to his chin. He has a bit of a ragged look to him (Likewise to that of someone who just got out of a fight with a bear and won). He wears oversized glasses despite having two prosthetic eyes. There are two scientific-looking hearing aids plugged into both of his ears, as well. His hands are callous with burn scars. He is most likely to be seen in a flannel and overalls with the right leg rolled up to his knee.
Hobbies: Inventing, innovating, smithing
Prosthetics: Right leg, both eyes
Abilities: His eye replacements visually analyze each situation and feed the information back to Eric through electroshocks in his brain, and his hearing aids enhance sounds in the environment and his ability to hear. However, both these creations often have to undergo maintenance due to a cheap and limited power source.
Weapons: Chainmail gauntlets with elongated claws at the tips of the fingers, his own wits. He dabbles in toxins.
Rich or Poor: Poor
Profession: Prosthetic Engineer
Personality: Eric doesn't exactly meet the requirements to be labelled as "morally sound." He is very cheerful and will help anyone in need, but he also is easily distracted and overly curious. Much of the time, he'll betray someone without even realizing it. He is a dedicated wallflower.

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The half-hearted workshop Peters had thrown together paled in contrast to the rest of the neighbouring trinket stores and extravagancy of the city and it made him stick out like a sore thumb. Nevertheless, he never got much business. He glanced up from the gleaming axe head he'd been polishing and out the towering glass windows that looked into the store. An elderly lady staggered outside, her face stricken with shock and a commotion arose among it. Interested at the source, he leapt from his seat behind the counter and shuffled to the door. His artificial leg whirled and hummed as he put his weight on it.
He peered his head out from the rudimentary heap of a shop and the chorus of "Thief!" chortling from the crowd immediately indicated the cause. He tapped the side of his glasses and his eyes zeroed in on the scene, as if he were looking through a telescope, and searched for the perpetrator doggedly.

 

[The Hot Ice Queen]

Easy as alw...! Her thought was interrupted by a hot pain in her back. A energy rifle? From where...?
She lost her balance and fell in the groud, face down.
You kinda deserve that, ya know? For being so arrogant. She thought. Since the first time she stood up she was stealing. She was a natural thief, creating distractions, talking, impressing, looking for ways in and ways out... She could do it as easy as breathing. But for the last months she became careless, it was always so easy. She didn't even saw the empire soldier...
The Empire and the noble families, it's their fault i have to steal! Enjoying good food and beds while the rest of us is doomed to live like dogs...
She turned around just to see a soldier standing in front of her, pointing a rifle at her head.
"Hi pretty guy, do you mind letting me go? I really don't miss the jail that much... And you know, i'm gonna escape anyway, i just want to save both mine and yours time." She said smiling. The soldier really wasn't looking like someone who would let her go. By the way, she didn't recognized him I think he's new at this...
"...Fine, let's go already" and exposed her hands, so the soldier could handcuff her.

 

[Fireflying]

Eric was bored, normally at that time he would be working, carrying supplies crates and transporting soldiers on missions aboard his airship, but for some reason he had not received any service. He decided to fix his ship oil regulator and valve. He was carrying a bottle filled with orange oil, for his ship. When he heard a crowd yealling at the thief from earlier. So she got caught, huh? She deserved, well, it wasn't her fault being poor in a Empire like that, but stealing? He was poor once, but he would never steal someone, the world was bad enough already.
He got distract thinking while walking, he didn't saw the woman walking his way until it was too late. When he bumped in her all the content of the bottle flied at her direction.
"Oh my god!" he said "i'm so sorry. For real, i'll pay you." He said sadly. She was crearly a noble and that clothes seemed to be expensive...

 

[Stormursa]

(Stragia Princess claimed)
Name: Alya Bolat Stragia
Age: 20
Gender: female
Appearance: long black hair usally tied up into a high bun, bright brown eyes, often wears lighter colors(blues and greens mostly) with gold or silver accents, wears long dresses with long sashs on their waists.
Hobbies: reading and studying animal behavior
Prosthetics: none
Abilities: long range combat, diplomatic situations, and translation.
Weapons: an energy pistol that she keeps on her hip(usally hidden by the sash) and a decorative sword also ties to her hip.
Rich or poor: rich, as she is nobility.
Profession: wishes to become biologist but is being preened to be a diplomat.
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Alya stopped her stroll around market with her guards when the commotion picked up. She raised her hand when the guards went to intercept, her eyes catching the soldier that had already caught the thief. Alya fixed her skirts as she kept her posture, "he has it under control. No need to take jump at the slightest noise".

The high lady scanned her surroundings and started to move from place to place with her guards. Looking at the wares and making small talk with other passing figures of importantance, "oh today is so much of a bore".

 

[Cicada]

His false eyes only found the perpetrator after she had already been apprehended. Dissatisfied, he tapped the other frame of his glasses and his vision came back into focus. He shut the door behind him and took a onceover of the shop's interior, as he often did when re-entering, with a frown.
"I need to get this place back into shape, eh?" he asked aloud. His snake, a giant and especially lazy python, let out a hissy breath with the slither of her forked tongue. Half of her was on his desk. The other half dangled limply from where she had perched. "It would've had to be in shape before for me to get it back into shape, I suppose."
The snake stared incomprehensively. Peters scooped her up off his workspace without complaint.
"Come on, Dove," he said, placing her on his shoulders like a scarf. "We'll do some science later. Right now we're going to walk and stuff."

 

[shiguregure]

Name: Kayenne Melody Nova
Age: 12
Gender: female
Appearance: Shoulder-length black hair with a white streak, grey eyes, turquoise jacket, sneakers, has a pet mechanical cat
Hobbies: reading
Prosthetics: none
Abilities: archery
Weapons: preferably Bow and arrows, but anything will do
Rich or poor: Her family is rich, but she ran away and lives just about anywhere available
Profession: None, thief sometimes

 

[Stormursa]

Alya moved around the stalls, the presence of her guards making a wide path, that only nobles seemed to enter. The princess smiled none the lest and kept up appearances to others but sometimes shot a disgusted glance at the backs of leaving those who talked to her. Picking out a very well presented stall she wandered over, pretending to listen to the merchant in front of her as he babbled on. Deciding on a peice, a small dark red velvet pouch, she bought the object and was on her way.

 

[shiguregure]

"Hang on a minute, is that Elisa?" Kayenne muttered,"Is she getting sent to jail again? Okay, Calix,"she addressed her cat," Let's go make a distraction so she can escape." She moved closer to the guard and sent an arrow over his shoulder.

 

[Lirya]

One day, one less criminal in the streets. Chris thought, proud of himself capturing a Thief at his first day wearing the uniform, that probably was a signal. He was pretty confident, that last for a incredible short time. When he saw the arrow flying over his shoulder his instintcs told him to turn around and draw the rifle his rifle. And that was exactly what he did, but the another criminal was too close to him, so he put the rifle aside and pulled his energy sword -basically a piece of iron, but instead of a sharp edge, energy swords had a energy made line, capable of cutting anything, except for other energy blades and energy shields.
He took an offensive stance against Kayenne, she was a good archer, he knew it. But he trusted his prothestic right arm to do the job, and all he had to do was keeping her busy, while waiting for reinforcements. But then he realized his mistake, he forgot completely about Elisa.

 

[Cicada]

Peters firmly locked the workshop door, though he had forgotten to turn the sign that loudly proclaimed "OPEN" inside. The python called Turtledove had begun wrapping herself around his neck which earned him a couple concerned looks from passersby whom turned their head only five inches away from the scene ahead of themselves in order to cast him sidelong glances. His leg whirled and hissed as he ebbed ever closer for a better look at the action.

 

[shiguregure]

Kayenne turned to see a soldier in an offensive stance. Oh, shoot. She notched an explosive arrow. "Don't come nearer, or I'll-I'll...I have no idea. I'll shoot this arrow at the stalls?" She sounded sort of desperate but somewhat excited. "Yeah. I'll do that. Maybe. Probably."

 

[The Hot Ice Queen]

Kayenne?? She was surprised, she met the girl a couple years ago, in the streets. Is she trying to help me? Elisa decided that the reason didn't matter, what's was truly important was the fact of the soldier, now wielding a energy blade, was walking forward Kayenne. He was looking distracted. So Elisa decided to took the chance, the number of actions she could do was limited by the handcuffs, so she grabbed a kinda big rock, and throwed it , aiming for the soldier's head. Luckily that would buy some time, so both she and Kayenne could escape.

 

[Lirya]

The rock hit his neck, chills traveling his body as he shouted in pain. He felt dizzy, everything was spinning, he tried to hold Kayenne, but his foot was stucked in something. Shit. That was his thought while falling. How that happened? It was at a such good day so far, first day as a soldier, officialy receiving his rifle, pre-paid salary, so he could buy some food before starving, catching a Thief... And now he was feeling how cold the ground was, with his head. Shit. Defeated by a stone... how can you protect the country when you can't even protect yourself from a attack like that?? He thought before passing out.

 

[shiguregure]

"Um,"She said,"Okay. That worked. Let's get out of here. Maybe go steal something else. I haven't eaten for a while. That said, the princess is over there."

 

[The Hot Ice Queen]

"Find something for dinner, good idea, Trying to steal the princess, horrible idea" She said pointing to the guards around her"Wait a second" She said, moving forward the soldier's body, looking for something "Checkpoint!" She said, while taking several silver coins and a golden necklace from the soldier's pockets, as well as the soldier rifle" The loot from earlier, that was a pretty rich lady, i bet this can get us some quality food during a long time." she said with a smile "let's go."
(i'm going to sleep now , goodbye)

 

[chredwards]

Sienna looked at the man, blinked and summoned an incredible breath. "Of course, you will pay for it. Do you not know who I am? I am Sienna Butterfield. This dress was worn by me at the opera tonight. I'm a composer." Sienna started unscrewing the top of her baton off, ready to attack if needs be.

 

[Stormursa]

Alya followed her guards as they escorted her to a small sitting area, the sight of a man with Python wrapped around his neck being the most interesting thing to look at as she sat watching the crowds. She leaned against the table beside her, bored out of her mind. She curled a finger in one of the hanging tresses that wasn't kept in a bun, "how much longer must we stay? I could have been through three books by now".

"I'm sorry, your highness. Your family believes that you should socialize with others of high standing. Just a little longer," one of the gaurd a spoke, a deeply bored sound, as he stood in place with his hand on his weapon.

 

[Cicada]

Peters adjusted Turtledove every couple seconds to ensure she didn't turn on him and try to choke him out. Although he loved the snake, he doubted she was very grateful that he wasn't wealthy enough to feed her regular meals. He gave her head a cautious pat and she nudged his hand almost affectionately.
He was too distracted by his restless familiar to realize that he was in the company of, or being watched by, royalty. Turtledove was corkscrewing herself around his arm instead of his neck now, most likely irritated of being groped at by the mechanic. A couple children giggled as they passed him, tangled in his own pet, and he gave them an extravagant bow of the head.

 

[Lirya]

When Chris woke up his head was spinning, the pain in his head was the same than before. He stood up to look around.
What the...?
He didn't recognize that place. Iron bars in front in front of him, strong walls and a high window with bars behind him, a toilet seat and a single bad.
Is this in my mind only, or this place looks exactly like...
"Jail." A voice said from the shadows, in the other side of the bars "Just trying to save you some time." the man said, stepping out of the shadows. The man was dressed as a noble. He was at leat 6'4 feet tall, with golden eyes, black hair, prothestics arms and legs. Small pieces of iron attached in his skin. Artificial enhacements. He had a energy pistol attached in his mechanic leg.
The man was almost a robot.
Duke Leonard R. Adrien, War hero and a great autority in the Empire. Oh, he was also my mentor during the time i was training to be a soldier.
"Well, let's get started" The man said "According to the witnesses right after handcuffing the thief you were easily distracted by a little girl, releasing the prisioner and failing to take down the litle girl. After that you were knocked by handcuffed thief. The thief than took the money in your pockets, the victim necklace and...your rifle."
.My relationship with Lord Adrien wasn't exatly good... and after that, i doubt it would improve.
"If you were a normal soldier i would make sure to keep you behind that bars for a whole month." He said " But you...Christopher Vallak, it's just to good at the point that doing that would be a waste." he gave Chris a tired look while looking for something in his pockets "Do you recognize this picture?" He showed him a photo of an old woman.
The lady from this morning, the stolen necklace owner.
"That was Arianne Rize Von Arturo,a noble. She was found dead twenty minutes ago."
Chris was shocked, how many time did he spent in that ceilling? He looked at the window, it was dark already.
"Let's just say she wasn't a normal lady" The duke continued "well, that necklace wasn't just a normal necklace either. That necklace is able to put an end in the conflict between the royal families."
What does that mean? No.This is obviously noble business and when normal people get involved with nobles it usually doesn't ends good...
"Why are you telling me that? It's none of my business..."
"It is now...Christopher Vallak, there is a reason why i choose you. The royal families, both the Regerons and the Stragians know about that necklace, they know what it is capable off. If a royal family find that necklace, it would be the end of the oposing family."
The man sat in the floor, he was sweating.
"They know i want that necklace and they know i don't have any intention of letting they have it. I was working with Arianne, seems like they found out about that." He said "Right now i'm just too important, so they can't kill me yet, but they're watching my every move, that incident this morning was perfect for me... i can't go after that necklace, but you can."
Why would i help you?
"The royal families had destroyed this Empire for too long. Listen..." He stood up "We could create a new empire." He said "Misery, hunger... Imagine a empire whitout that."
That would be incredible, but the power to distrone not one, but two kings... It was scary.
"That necklace is the only chance we have." he walked towards the jail gate "Take that with you" He said, opening the jail gates and pointing to a special energy pistol and a metalic glove over a table next to the door.
"Be carefull. Don't tell about this to anyone. Bring that necklace back and you'll have the glory of a hero, Fail, and we are all dead."

 

[Stormursa]

Alya laughed softly at the snake as she watched it and it's owner interact. When the owner gave a extravagant bow to the children, she laughed a little louder. The snake seemed to have a very large personality and that peaked her interest. Some of Alya's gaurds turned to look at the mechanic, chuckling and making snide remarks about the man. The princess rolled her eyes at this and looked around to see a distant family member squabbling in the distance with a man, "maybe this day can turn around after all".

 

[Cicada]

Peters heard the laughter from behind him and turned his head somewhat to scope out the source. He was startled to see that someone of the upper class had been interested in himself, and immediately wondered if he had done something wrong. After a couple seconds of locking eyes with the regal, he offered her a timid smile whilst Turtledove obliviously poked her head inside his sleeve.

 

[Stormursa]

Alya smiled back when the mechanic caught her looking. She waved but looked away when her one of her guard said something. The guard started to talk and two of the other ones walked over to the mechanic. The guards started to size the man up as they were about halfway. Alya saw this out of the corner of her eye and gave a sharp whistle, "no need for that. He's being better company then any of you are. I have half the mind to tell my father that you weren't being kind to me".

 

[chredwards]

Sienna gave the man a final glare and turned around. She turned and went into her cousin's line of view. "Oh...my." Sienna sighed. Alya. She thought. Sienna made her way over. "Darling! It's been too long!" She cried.

 

[Stormursa]

"Sienna! Oh how it has been," the princess stood up, a smile gracing her face no matter how forced. Her face lit up in large smile as she walked to meet her family, "how are you faring? Good, I hope. I've heard so much about your shows, I am so happy for you".

"Your highness! Wait up please," Alya's guards called as the jogged to catch up with the high up that had a head start. As she got closer, Alya fixed her clothes once again to keep herself moving at a steady pace.

 

[Fireflying]

What just happened? Seriously, noble people are the worst.
"Lady Butterscotch! It was a accident" he shouted. "I really gonna pay for that! Somehow...!
Awesome he tought that dress probably worth a little fortune. Damn nobles and their expensive things, it is all clothe after all!
But he was aware of nobles and their behavior probably she would return and make me pay for what i did using the most disturbing way possible. I don't to own favors to a noble, i will pay for that dress, maybe i can offer my services, or a contract.
"Hey, listen to me..." he said while following the lady, he didn't even noticed the direction she took. He was following her towards the Empire Stragian princess and her guards.

 

[Cicada]

He had just about had a heart attack when the couple of guards began striding to him. When they paused at the call of the upper class woman, he had paled to the point where the blue lights that replaced his irises seemed to glow even brighter. He breathed out a shaky breath and Turtledove, who recognized his pounding heart rate, peered at him curiously from the collar of his shirt.
"That's enough walking for one day, I think," he managed to choke out. He bolted in the other direction.

 

[chredwards]

"Yes...yes. Well, we all must find a place of work when we're not born into the direct royalty." Sienna looked blankly. "And how are you and your...-" Sienna looked behind her and noticed the guard jogging. "-Followers...and-" Sienna tensed at the sound of her mispronounced name. "Butterscotch? It's Butterfield, darling. And why are you here? You should sta

 

[Stormursa]

"I am well and they are fine as well. It would seem you have a tail," Alya laughed softly as she peered around her relative to look at the man behind her. The high lady looked to see if the man with snake was still around only to see him disappear into the distance. With a sigh she sent a glare to her guards, folding her arms across her chest, "must you buffoons always chase off interesting events.

 

[Fireflying]

"Butterview?" Eric couldn't listen what she said, so he decided just to call her by the first name. "Miss Sienna! What can i do, in order to pay for that dress? It was my fault after all" He was decided to pay his debt, own a noble wasn't good after all. "Look, that was pretty rude back then, i was talking to you. I insist to pay you...Oh my..." He finally noticed the princess and all the guards around her. It's possible that Miss Butterseal is actually from the royal family? He though Now that's pretty bad...

 

[Cicada]

When his leg and his snake finally hissed in protest, he stopped in front of a barber's several shops down from his own to investigate the problem with his prosthetic. He cursed under his breath.
The gears were smoking under the stress of spinning so vicariously and thus had gotten stuck mid-step. He'd have to half-drag himself back to his workshop and dismantle the hardware in order to get it working again, which would be a long and tedious process.
He didn't blame the upper class woman he'd briefly connected with. In fact, he felt badly for rushing away like that. He found himself at a stalemate, contemplating whether to go back and apologize or to fix the jammed up leg. Conveniently, Turtledove made the decision for him, as she had lowered herself from him without his notice and was now slithering her way back to the scene before.
"Dove!" he cried out and began shuffling after her.

 

[Stormursa]

Alya's guards seemed to shrink when she called them buffoons but took up their defensive wall around her. The princess tucked a stray hair behind her ear as she watched the two people in front of her, she thought nothing of the minor insult about the never having to work but stood a little taller at it.

 

[Cicada]

He heard several yells as Turtledove wriggled through the crowd and made way for Peters as he hobbled past them, yelping a "Sorry" to each of them. Nobody made a move to stop the enormous serpent, though many of them gave him filthy looks.
He tried to speed up his limping before she could get into any trouble, but she was beginning to edge out of his view.
"Dove!" he repeated. "Turtledove! Please, somebody, stop that snake!"
Peters chose his words wrongfully. He saw the woman from earlier surrounded by guards, and he saw Turtledove a short distance from her. Even though she wasn't headed in her direction, several gasps did cue at the sight of the small space between the monstrous snake and the upper class. Before Peters could even decipher the situation, somebody's foot shrewdly raised up from the crowd and stamped down on his python.
Peters stopped in his tracks.

 

[Stormursa]

Alya turned when she heard the gasps, looking at the large snake that was slithering towards her and her group. When the foot came down upon the poor snake, the princess's hand shot up to her mouth as she tried to push her way closer, the guards stopping her from doing so, "out of my way. That animal has done nothing and yet you are treating it like a war criminal".

"My lady. This is a dangerous animal and would be unfitting for you to be around such," one of the guards gobbled when the girl shot a dark glare at him. The protesters stayed where they were not letting the woman move to get closer to the python.

 

[Cicada]

"Please," pleaded Peters as he pushed his way through the crowd. "Please, she is mine."
There was uproar from the crowd and he, not for the first time, regretted his words. He was shoved and harassed, accusations from man, woman, and child alike thrown his way as he fought to get to his snake before they could do her further harm.
"Lock him up!" a woman was screeching. "The beast bit my child!"
The child in question was clearly pretending to cry and obviously unmarked. The words, however, had a huge impact on the protesters.

 

[Stormursa]

Tired of the crowds cries, the princess broke through from her guards and found herself to the front of the circle were she let out horrified screech. She started to cry falsely as she yelled, catching the riots attentions, "Snowflake! My poor dearest Snowflake! You have hurt my dearest pet".

"But it bit my son, your highness. It's poisonous ," the women's voice quivered. Alya continued her act as she glared at the woman.

"Do you really think my father would let me have a poisonous! No! She is perfectly harmless and to," the princess cried and shot her guards very threatening looks when they went to stop her. The crowd started to fidget before some called out, "but he said it was his"!