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    The Nuevo Future Trilogy: Book I- Clockwork

    Yes, after some time of struggle, schoolwork and emotional problems, I have finally put up my RPG.

    The Story

    The year according to the Gregorian calendar is 1865. Unlike the world you are used to, this world is different. Many events have happened that led to the current state of this world. Trying to identify when the turning point was is impossible. However, among the educated community or even the poor was a legend. A tale of two brothers that occurred during the Renaissance Era.

    These two boys had the same father but different mothers. One was raised in nobility and learned about the world with the masters of Da Vinici, Michealango and others. One was raised in poverty and with his large family, heard of the many persecutions of the church, and the belief of corruption. However, they shared the same mysterious birthmarks and inherited their father’s genius. In their youth, they encountered one another and realized their connection through their birthmark. As they exchanged experiences, ideas began forming. The older brother, born of the poor, learned about the sciences and the arts and applied to what he learned. The younger brother, born of nobility learned of the strife and using his mind, realized the many problems that have occurred. As they met in secret and learned from their elders about the ancient times of the Byzantine and the Roman and having met many strange individuals, they begin developing ideas. They saw that the influence of the Christian church was corrupting to the values of science. They viewed the current era in a more jaded view with the increase of poverty, warfare and political and religious persecution. At the same time, they were awed as the artistic endeavors and the scientific advances by Da Vinci with his inventions. Realizing the potential this man had on the future, they began following him and they managed to deduce how he kept his work secret. Years of silent decoding allowed them to discover his inventions, but realized their flaws and how they could be improved. When he died, they were saddened. They began thinking on what that would mean. They realized that the era was both of good and bad and they must write down both, so people may learn from mistake while retaining and improving on the good.

    Extending on the lack of persecution, they began writing for the equal treatment of people regardless of religion though this was increased to include equality among people regardless of appearance, gender or any other physical difference or way of thinking. They began gathering followers, but they were careful to avoid the eye of the church and authority. Their secret way of thoughts reached the ears of people of all sorts. This group praised thinking, the arts, sciences, equality among all and other virtues. Their impact would change the world.

    Their teachings led to think about the world in different ways. Over time, people who were ordinary became extraordinary because these brothers existed. When the New World was discovered, this secret order saw opportunity for a fresh place to start. By this time, there were several patterns they noticed when the Europeans settled down. They had observed that because Britain was an island, it reacted to the natives different than other countries had. Many members went to the New World to learn more. For Spain, the goal for the lands was put on hold with the problems going on with the church. When they arrived later than how it was in our world, they saw the Natives dying from an unknown plague. Instead of conquest for gold, they sought out to help these people, remembering how Europe was nearly destroyed by the Black Plague. More positive relationships were forged and science and learning preceded the search. They saw that despite some of the horror that the natives had in their culture, they saw their many accomplishment, especially with the discovery of the Mayan calendar and their time-keeping.

    For a while, history remained unchanged. However, with the rise of the Americas, one of the new settlers brought with them a book of the teachings and showed it to the Founding Fathers. Wanting to distanced themselves further from the Europe traditions, they began changing policies. They viewed the natives not as savages, but as equals and they worked to create a system to satisfy both parties. Technology began advancing, however the world began changing

    The brothers’ reverence of Da Vinci lead to the rise of clockwork contraptions. However, with the discovery of coal, this was becoming the past. While the general public embraced the new technology, others were suspicious about it. A noble who lost his family had their corpses investigated and discovered the damage to their lungs from the development of coal. He devoted himself to the sciences and realized the flaws that could pursue. Having nothing left in Europe, he went to the New World to spread his information. With the Americas undergoing a longer period of Enlightment and Renaissance, they drew from baroque culture and other sources while retaining the radical teachings of the brothers. They discovered through accident, theory and fortune new ways of producing steel, they honored their commitment to nature as respect to the Native Americans. Europe eventuall developed into what one may call a steampunk civilization while the US embraced the clockwork mechanics and other sources. Instead of coal, they used the power of nature.

    The Current Situation:


    You are going about your daily business when suddenly in your workplace or near an area of recreation, you spy someone dressed in strange garb. They have a hood and a cloak on with a mysterious symbol on it. They end up in a form of trouble and being the good person you are, you help them out. The next day, a letter in a black envelope is hand-delivered to you. The paper is black and the writing appears to be written in gold. You become invited to a grand party in Washington. Little you know, the person you helped save is part of an organization, one with deep roots, that will take you on an adventure of a lifetime. You will be forced to discover hidden talents, perform feats of espionage, ingenuity, combat and deduction to survive this quest. For an ominous force lurks in the shadows, ready to throw the world into chaos.

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    ((Okay everyone. Start off with your character either saving the mysteriius figure and then reiciving the letter or have them be reading the letter and then recalling what happened))

    Diego Vendrix
    Felicidad Bakery, New York City
    3:00 PM Oct 1, 1865


    It was break time at the popular Felicidad Bakery. There were only two people who worked there, though they were very hard working folk. Diego was one of the those people and the one who opened this place. He was currently sitting on one of the chairs reading a letter he had reiceved. It was a handsome and formal looking one. Apparenltly, the emblem was the same from that strange person he has saved.

    It was only a few days ago...

    Diego had been pusing his cart. It was filled with the supplies needed for the place. It was a slow day so he might as well go and do some restocking of ingrediants. He then saw something that caught his eye. It was a stranger in a cloak and hood. He had been walkinf rather nervously before Diego saw something not good. He saw some mugger about to jump the guy.

    Being the good person, Diego had grabbed a piece of pipe from a nearby alley before sneaking to the side of the mugger and hitting him. The mugger, rather angry, tried to fight back, though the ruckus alerted the authorities and the stranger was safe.

    "You all right? That fellow was about to attack you," Diego said as he helpe the startled stranger up. The stranger let out a smile and nodded.

    "Thank you stranger," he said. "What is your name?" the man asked him. Diego smiled back. "My name is Diego Vendrix, proud owner of Felicidad Bakery," Diego had said. Before he could ask the stranger his name, he disappeared.

    How wierd.


    The next day, Diego had recieved a letter from the mailman. It had the same emblem. Diego was busy he had forgotten about it. However, he decided it was now a perfect time to open it.

    Diego had carefully opened it and looked at the letter.

    Dear Mr. Diego Vendrix,

    I would like to personally thank you for saving the life of one of my workers. I am afraid I cannot tell you my full name. To avoid complications, you may simply refer to me as Mr. Delta. From what I was told about, you seem like an outstanding citizen. Because of this, I would like to invite you to a celeberation.

    Not just any celeberation, but a party being held at our nation's capital, near the White House. Preparations had been to escort you and other upstadning citizens to enjoy 7 fine evenings of dining and entertainment. Perhaps President Lincoln will appear. Please bring along the essentials for the trip such as your best outfit, spare changes of clothes and the rest. You will report to this train station at this time:

    Vermillion Station on October 5th at noon.

    The celeberation will occur on the 6th and end on the 13th, all charges of the trip and stay will be covered. Once more, I would like to thank you for your kindness.

    With regards,

    Mr. Delta


    Diego figured this would clear his head as his only employee left and now he wasn't sure what to do so this could help cheer him up.
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    Blanc N. Tuerie
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    3:14 PM, Oct 1, 1865


    A young man wearing a Black Fedora sat with his back to a tree, his bone white hair falling to cover his grey eyes. He had a pencil made of pine wood and lead in his hand, and he was writing onto a notebook of his that was in his lap. His satchel has slumped up next to his body, lifeless but holding his many secrets. The gloomy day always pleased him, as it gave him the solitude her preferred. He was writing in long, flowing letters he dubbed "Graveyard Abandon" style. This is similar to a modern day design called 'CAC Champagne', well, let's get back to him. He heard a shuffling noise in the distance, and soon say a mysterious figure emerge. He then heard gunshots that the man escaped from ever so gracefully. He continued to write, being inspired by the scene, but then he felled the vibration of a bullet whizzing by over his head.

    He went towards his satchel, and grabbed the gun he always had with him, and with his favorable detachable knife. He always had the knife, but he just baught the gun because of another attempted murder attempt on him that was actually close to him dying. He sighed, and listened to the words being played out

    "THIEF!! Come back here thief! I'll show you what it means to mess with me and get away with it. " An old man with great stanima yelled as he tried firing the gun at the stranger. THe man sitting at the tree was getting a little bored, so he aimed the gun at the old man, and spoke his warning

    "Mr. Rogers, I'm sure of you that this man isn't a thief, he's a little to well dressed to be one, don't you think?" He asked him, and the old man cringed.

    "U-uh I guess you're right Blanc, he doesn't look like one, but my paint has just been stolen! He was my last customer, so I thought it had to be him." He said pointing the gun to the mysterious man who stood nonchalantly against a leafless tree.

    "Paint? Now that's odd, why would anyone steal shoe-making paint unless they were creating an elixer that acted as a slow-enduing poison? Hmm, are you shu you just haven't misplaced it again?" Blanc asked the shoemaker, wo just looked at him a little baffled

    "I guess you are right... Let me go check..." He told Blanc as he headed out of the cemetery. Blanc then turned to the man who was approaching him

    "Blanc... you don't need to know anything else." Blanc had told the man as he gave him a curt nod. He handed him a letter, and then disappeared into the shadows of the day. He was nice to those close to him, but a bit cold from so many attempts on his life by 'Friends.' He opened the letter with the knife, and started to read it.

    Dear Mr. Blanc,

    I would like to personally thank you for saving the life of one of my workers. I am afraid I cannot tell you my full name. To avoid complications, you may simply refer to me as Mr. Delta. From what I was told about, you seem like an outstanding citizen. Because of this, I would like to invite you to a celeberation.

    Not just any celeberation, but a party being held at America's, near the White House. Preparations had been to escort you and other upstadning citizens to enjoy 7 fine evenings of dining and entertainment. Perhaps President Lincoln will appear. Please bring along the essentials for the trip such as your best outfit, spare changes of clothes and the rest. Since you are farther than most of the other guests, I suggest you leave by Five PM your time by Stagecoach. If you go through Niagara, you should reach New York by the Third. If you don't stop that is, and then you will go to this location at this time

    Vermillion Station on October 5th at noon.

    The celeberation will occur on the 6th and end on the 13th, all charges of the trip and stay will be covered. Once more, I would like to thank you for your kindness.

    With regards,

    Mr. Delta


    Blanc put the letter back into the envelope, and put it in his satchel.

    Weird, did this man knew I was going to do that today? Damn'd Americans...Oh well, I better start heading home...

    Blanc's House
    4:00 PM Oct 1, 1865


    Blanc finished packing his things, rung up two people he could trust, and sat in his chair. He had to leave by Five, and he wanted to do that. He quickly made dinner, and then cleaned up the house. He looked at the clock, and made sure the house was locked. He climbed into the Stagecoach, and started the Journey towards new York.

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    Jasper Hawk
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    3:23 PM October 1 1865


    It had been ages since Jasper Hawk walked the streets of Toronto as he did now. Slung over his right shoulder, he carried a large backpack containing nearly all of his belongs, save for the rifle he had strapped to his back beneath the bag. At his side was his ever faithful companion, Aurora the Siberian Husky. Jasper casually walked along the streets, finding the train station with ease. He couldn't help but smile as he recalled his days as a pickpocket. The train station had always been one of the best places.

    "Excuse me sir" a voice said as Jasper walked into the station, "Your dog-"
    "Will be coming with me" Jasper said in a threatening tone.
    "Of course sir", the man responded timidly, "Please keep it under control, and leashed"
    "Of course", Jasper said continuing on into the station with Aurora unleashed.

    Pulling out his watch from his grey waistcoat pocket, Jasper quickly checked the time. The train was set to leave at 3:45. He still had a while, but figured that he might as well board now. Jasper carefully walked through the station, and seeing how careless many of the people were, he was tempted briefly to return to his former days as a thief. Instead, he resisted the urge and boarded the train. As he sat down, with Aurora beside him, he pulled out his train ticket, and in doing so also pulled out a black envelope with an emblem upon it. That black envelope with the black paper and gold writing was what had brought Jasper back to the streets of Toronto and would bring him all the way to Washington. He sat back and remembered the events that had led to receiving that envelope several weeks prior.



    It was around eleven at night, and the sun of course was still bright as day. Jasper had been hunting at the time, hidden among the bare vegetation, he was carefully following a deer, waiting for a prime opportunity to shoot. Aurora was laying down at his side, carefully watching as well. It was first Aurora's reaction that alerted Jasper that something was wrong. The second was the deer bolting off. Jasper quickly stood up and swore as he watched his deer disappear. He quickly pulled out his expensive binoculars that he had acquired quite recently from a traveller to see what had caused the deer to run like that. Upon careful inspection, to Jasper's amazement he watched as a man dressed in odd clothing, a black cloak and hood, running. Jasper panned the binoculars to see that the man was being chased wolves, and that the wolves were close to getting a fresh meal for the night.

    "Aurora" was all Jasper had to say, and his companion leaped into action, racing down the hill barking at the wolves, attempting to cut them off. Jasper meanwhile raised his rifle and took aim. There were three wolves in total, and Jasper took aim at the one closest to the strange man. Steadying the rifle, he shot and killed the wolf while Aurora led the other two away. Quickly reloading, Jasper took aim at another wolf and killed it as well. The third wolf was smart and fled before Jasper could reload. Grabbing his stuff, Jasper slid down the incline, calling out Aurora's name.
    "Don't worry, your dog is fine" Jasper heard as he pushed aside some branches, "Injured, but she'll live"
    The strange man was kneeling beside Aurora, whose fur black and white fur was tinted red with her own and some wolfs blood.
    "Ah she's had worse. Haven't you girl?" Jasper said, kneeling down in front of his dog, while Aurora wagged her tail.
    "Thanks for doing what you did, and risking your dogs life. It's greatly appreciated" the strange man said, standing to his feet, "I am forever in your debt."
    "Ah no problem man. What were you even doing to be chased by wolves?"
    The man merely smiled and bowed forward a little.
    "Whatever" Jasper said, petting Aurora's head.
    "Indeed. I must go though. Thank you again for saving my life. But I didn't catch your name."
    "Jasper Hawk. And you?" Jasper said, while looking down briefly at Aurora. However when he looked back up for the response, the man had disappeared.


    Several days later upon his return to town, Jasper had found a black envelope in the mail with an emblem that he then recalled seeing on the strange hood he had saved. Tearing it open, he read the gold writing on the black paper:

    Dear Mr. Jasper Hawk,

    I would like to personally thank you for saving the life of one of my workers. I am afraid I cannot tell you my full name. To avoid complications, you may simply refer to me as Mr. Delta. From what I was told about, you seem like an outstanding citizen. Because of this, I would like to invite you to a celeberation.

    Not just any celeberation, but a party being held in America's capital, near the White House. Preparations had been to escort you and other upstadning citizens to enjoy 7 fine evenings of dining and entertainment. Perhaps President Lincoln will appear. Please bring along the essentials for the trip such as your best outfit, spare changes of clothes and the rest. Since you are farther than most of the other guests, I suggest you leave in time to reach Toronto by October where you can board a train to Vermillion Station where you are expected be at on October 5th at noon.

    The celeberation will occur on the 6th and end on the 13th, all charges of the trip and stay will be covered. Once more, I would like to thank you for your kindness.

    With regards,

    Mr. Delta



    Jasper gently returned the envelops back to his pocket and check his watch again. The train was set to leave almost any minute now. He carefully adjusted his belongings and made sure Aurora was well. Jasper then tilted his newly acquired hat forward over his face, and closed his eyes as he felt the train lurch forward.




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    OOC: Time to revive this RPG! I already explained how Zuri helped the mysterious stranger and all at the end of her History, so I'll just post a brief overview of that here.
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    Zuri Watkinson
    Outbound Car, Boston, Massachusetts
    5 October 1965, 6AM


    A crisp and bleak morning it was indeed. Though the sun was just about ready to rise, the streets were partially hidden in the lifting fog, and few people walked about. The only busy spot in this part of the city now was the station Zuri had just left. Now, she was seated in a car driven not by a horse like in the good old days, but by a series of whirring gears in the back. It was a mystery to Zuri how these gears were able to rotate on their own, where they got their energy from... but the answer was probably some complicated detail she couldn't hope to comprehend. And as she looked out the window, she saw the buildings in the city, some of which already had strange clockwork machines running just inside or outside. At one point she passed by a store that sold many weird gadgets, one that finally saw some people scrambling to get inside. Perhaps there was a sale going on over there or something. Not that it mattered to Zuri.

    As the car turned into a darker street, another nagging thought occurred to her. It was the events of last night, just as Zuri prepared for bed. She was reminding her grandmother of the medicine she was going to pick up for her all the way in Washington, because the local pharmacies didn't have it. She had lied of course; the local pharmacies probably did stock the medicine, and she had a secret reason to go to Washington herself. It was all because of a mysterious letter given to her by a strange hooded figure just a few days ago. One who seemed to benefit from the cold remedy she had given him days before. And now she was invited to some sort of party. For the first three days, Zuri was keen on not attending. She had never been anywhere further away from home than Boston before, and parties weren't exactly Zuri's thing anyway. They typically involved lots of socializing, and the few religious people left in the world seemed especially fond of attending them for some reason. She had been to enough parties involving her grandmother's friends to be long since bored by them all.

    But somehow, this was different. Three days after receiving the letter, she had had a dream involving... actually, she couldn't quite remember what the actual dream was about, except she recalled some sort of secret magical something-or-other being mentioned. More important was the feeling she had when she woke up from that dream, that she absolutely must attend this party. It was perfectly clear to her then. But even now as she thought about it, she had no idea why. No matter though. As long as she was able to come up with a believable excuse to go there, she was safe. The party would last about a week, though, meaning Zuri would have to make up another excuse about having her ticket back stolen and a strike or something at the station in Washington, delaying her trip back... She would think up the details later, she decided.

    On Zuri's side was a bag nearly three times larger than the one on her shoulder, containing the belongings instructed for her to being along. A couple of changes of clothes, a bottle of perfume, her parasol and rain jacket, and an extra heavy coat. She was prepared for pretty much any kind of weather, since she had no idea what Washington's climate would be like. As usual, she also took along a couple of books, but it was still too dark outside for her to be able to read them. And so she drifted off into a nap...

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    ((Time to move on ahead!))

    Diego Vendrix
    Vermillion Station, New York City
    12:00 PM Oct 5, 1865

    Diego had his luggage with him as he approached the station. It was oddly empty. In fact, the station was closed for the day. The guards were instructed to let only the certain folk. Diego was surprised and a bit suspicious. So, only a few others had also been allowed on this cart. Diego had admired the train station. There were so many clocks and gears. They would use special wind-up mechanisms. Because of how precious iron and metal was, the gathering and reusing of various metals had become necessary. He shook his thoughts as he looked around to see the various other folk coming. Diego had saw more and more people arrive. One had a black fedora. Diego smiled and nodded, approving of the man's taste.

    The next one was a man of fur with a wolf apparently. Apparently, there were no qualms about letting animals within. Diego knew there must be more people on the other side that he didn't see. He shrugged his shoulders before he saw the next person. It nearly made him drop his luggage.

    The person was a rather pretty young woman. She had a mysterious and enchanting look to her with her faroff gaze, her glasslike eyes, her pale skin and her grayish white hair. Diego had managed to compose himself though he had become red in the face.

    Eventually, more folk came and the train began to sound. They began to line up as the train conductor had a list and photo. After examiination and identifcation, he gave them their ticket which had where they would be on the car. It was a rather luxierous looking one with two people being assigned to a 'room.' Diego had begun walking to it. He looked around. The wood was a very nice dark color while the carpet was red with gold lining. Diego also saw there were patterns carved on the wood. No doubt the work of some Native craftsman. The Natives were referred to the folk who were here when the settlers arrived to the New World.

    Diego wondered what things would be like if the greed and corruption got the best of the settlers. He shivered at the though as he arrived at his place. He grew red in the face as he saw he would be traveled with the pale maiden that caught his eye. He put his luggage and he took a seat.

    "Uhmmm... Hi, I'm Diego Vendrix. What is your name? You loook really nice," Diego said before he blushed a bit brighter.'

    ((I noticed Diego's interaction with Zuri is somewhat like Gumball's interaction with Penny from The Amazing World of Gumball.))

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    Jasper Hawk
    Vermillion Station, New York City
    12:03 October 5th, 1865




    Looking around at the rather empty station, Jasper wondered where everyone was. He pulled out his invitation and looked at the station's name to confirm he was at the right place. He continued to approach the entrance with Aurora at his side. Guards were stationed and seemed to only allow certain people in. People that had similar invitations Jasper noticed.

    Once in, Jasper stopped to admire the station. It was much different and more elegant looking than Toronto's Union Station. The designs were much more intricate. After standing in line to board the train and showing identification to prove he was who he was, Jasper was given his ticket.
    "You'll find that your compartment has accommodation for your, err pet" the conductor quickly mentioned to Jasper as he stepped up onto the train. "Enjoy your travels Mr. Hawk".
    Jasper nodded his thanks and looked down at his ticket, walking through several carts until he reached his. The cart was more like a room on wheels, and seemed that he would be sharing it with someone else. Sure enough in the one corner was a blanket and two bowls, one containing food and another water, for Aurora.
    "Go lay down girl" Jasper ordered his husky.
    Walking around the cart, Jasper traced his hands along the Native carvings in the dark wood walls. Finding his seat, he swung his luggage off of his back and placed it down on the red carpet with gold lining. Taking his seat in a comfortable looking chair, Jasper leaned back and relaxed wondering what exactly he had gotten himself into.

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    4:00 pm Oct 1, 1865

    “Thank you for your business!” quipped a young man behind a counter covered in different bronze and copper gears and other clockwork contraptions. The old woman that had just purchased an automatic pocket watch smiled and hobbled back outside. The shop was fairly small, only about a hundred feet wide and around fifty feet deep. Halt, the young man who owned the shop, was unsure how big the shop was, as he never cleaned it, and some of the pieces he worked on were farily large. Halt yawned, and pulled out his personal pocket watch. A quarter of it was engraved with a crescent moon, and Halt opened it up. 4:00 pm, almost time to close shop. "Dang. I hate slow days. Better than days that are face paced, though. I have to smoke for those days, and these days i just want to sleep" Halt muttered to himself. Slower days gave him the chance to do early repair work on pieces that needed over night work as well as new parts, but very slow days just made him want to sleep. He decided to close shop early, but glanced outside again, similar to that day a few days ago. No one was out here this time, but a few days ago, an event happened that will change him forever.

    A few days ago, Halt was busy with a large influx of people who needed his skills and nimble fingers. He had just finished working on an automatic pocket watch for a large man. He was gruff, and paid minimal price for the work. The watch was heavily dented, and a lot of the gears inside were broken. It took a lot of Halt's spare pieces to fix the inner mechanisms, and he wanted more money, but the man had a gun, and refused to pay more. Halt didn't have any weapons around the shop, and took minimal pay for his work. Halt had just finished the rest of the jobs for the day, and looked out the window as he closed the shop when he noticed the large man again. This time, he was yelling at an oddly dressed man in a cloak and hood. Halt ran out of the shop and towards the the two men. "Woah Woah Woah! Hold on here!"

    "Stay out of this cheap ***! This weirdo bumped into me and caused me to drop the watch! Its smashed, so i'm demanding him to pay!" yelled the large man angerly.

    "Hold on, please! I'm fix it for free, come by tomorrow, it'll be perfectly fixed!" Halt said quickly, lacking his usually smile. The large man snorted, and gave Halt the watch, now smashed. the large man left displeased. "You alright sir?"

    "Yes, thank you. What is your name?" asked the man in the cloak and hood

    "My name is Halt Chrono, owner of the Gears and Cogs clockwork store." Halt said with his smile. He looked down to put the remains of the watch into his orange and brown floral patterned vest. He looked back up and saw that the man was gone. That...was odd.


    Halt shurgged to himself, and locked the shop. He turned back to his desk and noticed a letter that he didn't notice before on the desk, sitting right over on of his gears. He opened it quickly, and read it.

    Dear Mr. Halt Chrono,

    I would like to personally thank you for saving the life of one of my workers. I am afraid I cannot tell you my full name. To avoid complications, you may simply refer to me as Mr. Delta. From what I was told about, you seem like an outstanding citizen. Because of this, I would like to invite you to a celeberation.

    Not just any celeberation, but a party being held at our nation's capital, near the White House. Preparations had been to escort you and other upstadning citizens to enjoy 7 fine evenings of dining and entertainment. Perhaps President Lincoln will appear. Please bring along the essentials for the trip such as your best outfit, spare changes of clothes and the rest. You will report to this train station at this time:

    Vermillion Station on October 5th at noon.

    The celeberation will occur on the 6th and end on the 13th, all charges of the trip and stay will be covered. Once more, I would like to thank you for your kindness.

    With regards,

    Mr. Delta


    Halt blinked a little, and read it a couple of times to make sense of it. His grin wasn't that big, as it was a bit weird. "Odd. But, a little vacation, even for a few days, might help me." Halt said to himself. He ran into the back of the shop, and began to prepare for the trip.
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    OOC: Gosh, I wish more people would post here... Ah well, it's my turn to post anyway.
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    Zuri Watkinson
    Vermilion Station, NYC
    "Of Ghosts and Pirates"


    By the time the car from Boston arrived in New York City, Zuri's full attention was on a book in her hands. This book was one of the first ones she had taken from her parents' house long ago, but for whatever reason she had not bothered to read it until now. Probably because it was not a book on any remotely magical topic. A fantasy novel or a book on occult wisdom always caught her eye, but this was a fairly mundane-sounding novel titled The Star Medallion. It was about a small group of thieves living in a seaside town in England, who aspired to become pirates someday. What had recently caught her attention, though, was the introduction of a gypsy boy who joined up with the other thieves, one whose uncanny yet often-distant wisdom reminded Zuri very much of herself.

    So as Zuri exited the car, she barely heard what the driver said to her:

    "Vermilion Station," he announced. "Do you need help with your bag, ma'am? Ma'am? Hello?"

    Zuri had ignored the dark-green-uniformed driver and began to walk right toward the only train in the station, the open book still in her arms before her. Noticing this, the driver followed her and tapped her on the shoulder, repeating the request.

    "Oh, erm, yes, that would be nice," Zuri replied, taking her eyes off the book for a moment.

    "Hmm, you're into pirate lore, I see," the driver mentioned, having noticed the cover of Zuri's book. "Well then, I'll just grab your bag here..."

    A small smile crept across Zuri's face as she turned a page of the book. "Just as you can't judge a book by its cover," she quietly lectured as she went, "you can't judge a reader by her book."

    While her attention was away from her book for the time being, Zuri decided to take a look around the station. Much to her surprise, it was nearly empty. There were a few other people just outside the station and a couple of vehicles nearby, but inside the building looked almost abandoned. There was a newsstand and a coffee shop inside, but both were closed for the day. Apparently the entire station was closed for the day, leaving Zuri to wonder why this train she was about to board was so special. It was as if it was a train leading right to the faery realm, perhaps, unseen to everyone without a keen magical eye. It certainly was true that ever since her parents died, she wondered how many things and places in the world were unseen by most people in this way. True, belief in magic was not uncommon in the world, but the mundane world still seemed entirely separate from any magical realms whenever Zuri ventured out into it.

    Zuri finally had to close her book when she came across a flight of stairs leading up to the platform, for she had to have one hand free to lift up the front of her dress so that she wouldn't trip on it. With her other hand, she propped the pages open while slipping a bookmark inside. Wow, she actually did it right that time without dropping the book. Perhaps that feat of manual dexterity was inspired by similar acts by Robin Merrimac, the young thief who was the main protagonist of the story (probably named after Robin Hood, Zuri guessed). All throughout, the driver of the car followed behind without a word, carrying her rather large and heavy luggage bag along.

    She boarded the train right after a rather simple-looking man who for some reason had copper flakes in his hair. As she entered, the train attendant checked her identification and gave her a ticket, then shot a scrutinizing look at the uniformed man standing next to her.

    "Oh, I'm just helping her with her luggage," he hurriedly explained as he lifted the large bag into the train. "I-I'll leave right after..."

    After a curt nod from the attendant, Zuri and her luggage-carrier made their way over to the car Zuri was assigned to. Both of them admired how fancy-looking the train was... but given this train was headed to a party in the nation's capital, this made sense. Still, that didn't stop Zuri from wondering if she had seen the design on the wood in a book on magical symbols before, or the Boston car driver from complaining about how he couldn't have a car as fancy as this. But just as the latter promised, he dropped Zuri's luggage right into the car and dashed off, saying a brief farewell on his way off of the train.

    Before returning to her book (resting said book on her lap for now), Zuri took a look around the car. Fancy didn't even begin to describe it. Walls decorated with wood of the finest quality, freshly-cleaned windows completely free of cracks, very soft and spacious seats... It looked much more appealing than the trains Zuri had read about before, which were frequently described as drab and crowded and filled with tobacco smoke. The other person who had boarded the train had smelled faintly of cigars, but that was about it. As Zuri neither smoked nor liked the smell of the smoke, she hoped she wouldn't be sharing this cabin with him...

    Instead, the person who entered her cabin was a young man a little bit more neatly dressed than the other guy from before, but without the cigar smell, thank goodness. He looked like he could be an apprentice businessman... no, he didn't look like someone who handled money matters. He seemed pretty nice, actually, though for some reason he was blushing.

    "Uhmmm... Hi, I'm Diego Vendrix," he introduced just after taking the seat just opposite of her. "What is your name? You look really nice." Apparently he regretted saying the last bit.

    And Zuri caught the Blushing Syndrome, though her cheeks only turned a very light pink. "...Zuri," she replied, gazing at a spot right above Diego's forehead, so that it looked as if she was looking right through him. "Zuri Watkinson. I came here from Bos... from Cambridge. I help out at the library over at Harvard University... Which reminds me, did you get one of these too?"

    She reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out a fancy-looking black envelope with a letter inside. As soon as he saw it, Diego nodded.

    "Hmm, I figured as much," Zuri continued, "since it seems this is the only train that goes to that party in Washington. It makes me wonder, though..." and here her gaze averted to the window, "...why this train is still accepting passengers when the station is closed. Seems a bit suspicious, doesn't it? It's as if this train would transport us right to the faery realm with no hope of return."
    Her tone of voice was thoughtful, distant, as if she really was a ghost haunting the train. A peculiar thought occurred to her, just for a moment...

    "So you were invited too..." Zuri mentioned, as she turned back toward Diego. "What do you do for a living, by any chance?"

    If his answer could pertain to anything mystical, the peculiar thought that occurred to her might make more sense...

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    OOC: Fun fact: The book that Zuri's reading is one that I'm planning to write someday. When I first saw this RPG, for a while I thought about signing up the main character of that story here in place of Zuri. But then I saw that we already have a thief.
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    Halt Chrono
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    12:07 pm, Oct 5, 1865

    The driver of the car was finding it harder and harder to smile as the day wore on. His recent passenger, a young man with a green-and-black vine pattered vest, had a large bag slung over one shoulder, but inside a cacopheny of clicks, whirs, and other sounds one would asscoite with clockwork devices. The man was quite content with fiddling with one of the clocks, but the constant tick-tick-tick was making the driver struggle to resist the urge to go insane. They finally reached Vermilion Station, and it was all the driver could do was just to smile and let Halt out. "Sir...we reached our stop...." the driver said through gritted teeth. Halt looked at him with a quizical expression.

    "Sorry? You seem stressed. You might want to check you blood levels" Halt said in an innocent voice. The driver sighed, and drove off. Halt shrugged. "Well, that person was simply rude, wasn't he?" Halt continued on his way to the only train at the station. He was a skilled clock worker, but his small frame kept him from larger jobs such as working on the gear boxes that go in the trains. The boxes were fairly big, needed to generate the power required to move the heavy trains. Ironcally, the gear boxes were the heaviest pieces in the trains, not counting the frame. Halt stepped on after flashing his ticket to the ticketer, with his trademark beaming smile. The man let him in. THe inside of the train was a little push for his tastes, but he wasn't going to complain. The first room alreayd had two people, a blushing young man and a young lady. Not that Halt should call them young, they looked only two years younger than him. The next had a man in furs, and a wolf. What. "Sorry to ask, but is your...dog tame? I'm a little nervous around dogs...." Halt asked the man in the furs, his voice a little shaky. He loved animals, but dogs...just made him feel uncomfrotable.
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    Jasper Hawk
    Vermillion Station, New York City
    12:09 pm, October 5th, 1865


    Jasper had been reading a newspaper that had been left on the the little table beside his chair when the man entered. Aurora was the first to notices, having turned around with her ears perked, and intense eyes glaring.
    "Sorry to ask, but is your...dog tame? I'm a little nervous around dogs...." came the shaky voice of the man.
    Jasper lowered the newspaper and looked the man up and down. The man had a large bag over one shoulder, and a vest that had a green and black vine pattern. He had a small frame and seemed to be uncomfortable here. One of the first thoughts that ran through Jasper's mind was that this man could be an easy target. He tried to shake the thought though, that was his past life and he was trying to leave it that way.
    "Sorry" Jasper said, realizing he had been quiet for a minute or so, "Don't worry, Aurora is tame. Unless told otherwise, she wouldn't hurt a fly."
    Jasper folded the newspaper and placed it back on the side table. He stood up, and Aurora got up from her blanket, walking to Jasper's side.
    "I'm Jasper Hawk by the way. Pleased to meet you, I'm assuming that you'll also be riding in this car" Jasper said, outstretching his hand.

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    Diego Vendrix
    Vermillion Station, New York City
    12:00 PM Oct 5, 1865


    Diego saw her cheeks a slight punk, which made him sile and blush even more."...Zuri," she replied, gazing at a spot right above Diego's forehead, so that it looked as if she was looking right through him. "Zuri Watkinson. I came here from Bos... from Cambridge. I help out at the library over at Harvard University... Which reminds me, did you get one of these too?"

    She reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out a fancy-looking black envelope with a letter inside. As soon as he saw it, Diego nodded and showed her his.

    "Hmm, I figured as much," Zuri continued, "since it seems this is the only train that goes to that party in Washington. It makes me wonder, though..." and here her gaze averted to the window, "...why this train is still accepting passengers when the station is closed. Seems a bit suspicious, doesn't it? It's as if this train would transport us right to the faery realm with no hope of return."

    Diego nodded. There was something mysterious going on here. However, he figured he would enjoy the ride. Something about the young woman's mystical nature intrigued him.

    "So you were invited too..." Zuri mentioned, as she turned back toward Diego. "What do you do for a living, by any chance?"

    "Oh, I'm a baker. However, I also build clockwork gadgets and read on mythology as hobbies," Diego said as he noticed the last of the people boarding.

    "ALL ABOARD!!"

    The train began moving toward its destination in Washington D.C. The travelers are unaware of what binds them or what lies ahead of them. After all, how much can happen during a train ride...

    About two hours had passed and Zuri and Diego had been talking about all kinds of things. Eventually, Diego brought up a connection.

    "I got this letter by saving some mysterious person's life. And I am wondering... you think we all did something like that," Diego asked her as they were given lunch menus.

    ((Okay everyone. The train is moving. Interact with NPCs you can make, read a book, talk to others, things are going to get interesting on the train.))

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