Steampunk Shenanigans with Nakki and Ruka

[Madscientific]

...I definitely want an explanation of that picture, for the record. DEFINITELY. WANT.

Bawww, Dorian. Way to be oblivious, English! :<

[Phantom Gamer]

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>.> So I've been instructed to drop my few doodles here. They're not very good, I only ever make them at like 3 in the morning... Plus I don't usually draw human!felt or 'Crew, so sorry guys?

"I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool."

[FieryBlacksmith]

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>.> So I've been instructed to drop my few doodles here. They're not very good, I only ever make them at like 3 in the morning... Plus I don't usually draw human!felt or 'Crew, so sorry guys?

"I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool."

Lord English is the Doctor. All makes sense now.

[Nakkirz]

Lord English is the Doctor. All makes sense now.

exactly

Also, Mad- explanation in da spoiler. :>

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It's a whole bunch of ~*SYMBOLISM*~
Basically, the white ghostly Dorian there is where Dorian would like to be, but feels he shouldn't/can't be. Because bluh bluh Victorian social rules. >: C

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Lucky for him, English doesn't give a shit about Victorian social rules

[Bloddyredcommie]

Random thing I hinted at before. Or the start of it anyway.

Welcome to the Jungle

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Lucien stepped forwards to lunge, he watched his opponent’s eyes and hand. It was perhaps a bit rash, but his foe’s sword was down, leaving a hole in his defenses,
Fortune Favors the Bold
So Lucien attacked, his eyes locked on his foes sword.
He never saw the kick coming, it was a short, vicious movement that struck his shin just as he was putting weight on it. Lucien overbalanced, his arms flailing. A strike to his wrist cause him to drop his sword as he tipped over onto the ground.

Stupid Stupid Stupid. This isn’t the academy or a formal duel. This is Combat, there are no Rules

Lucien breathed in the dust. The man who had bested him dropped his weapon, the wooden practice sword clattering to the ground.
“Are you okay Captain Ashford?” The veteran extended his battle-scarred hand downwards.

Lucien waved him off and pulled himself back up “I’m fine Winston”, Lucien lied, his shin hurt and his wrist ached. He had been sparring with Sergeant Winston, considered by some to be the best fighter in the regiment, for two hours now, and each bout had ended with him on the ground. Which was good, it meant he was learning. When he could beat the Sergeant, he would find somebody better to fight.

A Gentleman holds himself to the highest of standards

“Hey, Lucy!”
Lucien did not need to turn. Even without hearing that detestable voice, only one person would EVER call him that.
Lucien put on his fake grin and turned.
“Sir Calwayne, to what do we owe the pleasure”
Charles Calwayne, Lucien’s closest friend and the person he most despised, entered the training yard, walking right past Sergeant Winston like he didn’t exist. “You still havn’t shown that old Mutt?”
“No matter his ancestry, Sergeant Winston has seen more combat than most of the officer corps put together, and he is deserving of respect.”
Charles shrugged and reached into his pocket and produced an envelope. Lucien could tell it had come from command.

“Do you know what’s deserving of respect, this, it’s our new assignment. I volunteered us for it”
Lucien sighed and sat down. Sergeant Winston had vanished like smoke, at some point Lucien would need to get the old veteran to teach him how to do that.
“What is it”
“Oh you’ll love it Lucy, it’ll be a breeze. Some civilian is visiting, we’re going to be his bodyguards and military liaisons”

“And what exactly will this entail?”

Charles Shrugged “I don’t know. He’s a civilian, so he won’t want to leave town or anything. We’ll get out of this jungle, spend some time at the governor’s mansion, going to big parties, it will be easy, and we’ll probably get to eat something better than campfire grub.”

As usual, Charles had failed to actually answer his question, in fact, his friend probably didn’t know the answer, all he cared about was getting back to the kitchens and brothels in town.
“Fine, at least tell me the name. Who will we be working with?”

Charles scanned the letter, “ah, here we go: Sir Bartholomew Kingscote of Dersite Arms”

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As you probably guessed, this is while Lucien and Charles are still in the army. Also, did I mention that Charles was a slacker and an asshole? because Charles is a slacker and an asshole.

Also, in case you're wondering/wanting to write the next part of this fic. Bartholomew doesn't want to hang around the governor's mansion, Bartholomew wants to find the biggest, scariest thing in that jungle, kill it, stuff it, and send it back home to his darling wife.

[Madscientific]

Also, Mad- explanation in da spoiler. :>

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It's a whole bunch of ~*SYMBOLISM*~
Basically, the white ghostly Dorian there is where Dorian would like to be, but feels he shouldn't/can't be. Because bluh bluh Victorian social rules. >: C

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Lucky for him, English doesn't give a shit about Victorian social rules

Ohoho, I was actually thinking something along those lines! I'm glad to hear I wasn't totally off. :> :> :>

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... :<
Poor Dorian.

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But that last part is much less sad.

Also for the record I see Lord English as some eldritch amalgamation/impossible lovechild of the Doctor and Jack Skellington. You know it in your heart of hearts to be true. :T
It even explains why English is horrendously tall.

[Nakkirz]

Bloody - FFFFFFF so cool. I'm imagining Bartholomew taking them out on a safari now. :'D PFFT.

Mad - I AM GOING TO DRAW ENGLISH GOING CRAZY OVER CHRISTMAS NOW, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
>8|

[Madscientific]

DO IT DO IT.





also The Method. .D.

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ALSO I AM SORRY Skype died on me! DDDD

[Phantom Gamer]

I see English as having a crazymad corruption of the Doctor's personality.

[FieryBlacksmith]

Come to think of it, the way Nakkirz draws Lord English he kinda looks like the Tenth Doctor.

[Madscientific]

I agree, but it's his mannerisms more than his design, I think. I mean, his face isn't really like Tennant's, and his hair's definitely bigger/not the same, but he has that energy, enthusiasm that occasionally is downright childish, and dangerous bouts of temper that Ten had.

He's also creepy, really disconnected from the human ("normal") experience, and is freakishly tall, which is why I made the Jack Skellington comparison too. :|b I think it works for him, though!

[FieryBlacksmith]

Well, if he grew a massive fringe and donned himself some Insano goggles, he could look a little like the part.

[Madscientific]

...pffft. Okay, that mental image is the best I've had all day. Thank you for that. |D

(I agree though! It's not that they look nothing alike, I just think it's neat that, IMO, it's his personality that just makes the resemblance. Then again, I'm a dork, so. :|a)

[FieryBlacksmith]

I'd make an image manip, but I'm too tired now. Brb for sleep.

[Bloddyredcommie]

Bloody - FFFFFFF so cool. I'm imagining Bartholomew taking them out on a safari now. :'D PFFT.

That's the plan (Shhh, don't tell Charles)

[conceptofzero]

Oh man, so much awesome stuff since the last time I checked!

Rukafais – Awww, that drawing of Casey and Die is adorable, and who doesn’t love a good group drawing, especially when they’re all choirtastic!
Nakkirz – phfff oh English. And that English/Dorian drawing is lovely. That’s the one great thing about period-pieces: loots of delicious unrequited angst and ‘society keeps us apart’ stuff.
Bloddyredcommie – never stop with the poetry, it’s an awesome addition, especially when it’s all about English being a delightful boundary-crossing maniac. And phffff, oh Charles you have no idea what you’ve gotten you and Lucien into. I really hope you continue this, I’d love to see more!
twinTempo - feeez

[Bloddyredcommie]

Welcome to the Jungle, Part 2

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Lucien didn’t quite know what to expect of Sir Bartholomew Kingscote. He knew what Dersite arms was, he saw their logos on crates that were delivered to top of the line regiments, he heard the soldiers discuss their guns like they were talking about gold, and with increasing frequency, small boxes carrying their seal were delivered to officers, gifts from home.
His first mental image was that of a fat paper pushing merchantman. Then he remembered the workmanship that went into the guns, and decided that Sir Kingscote was likely a guildsman of some sort, tall and thin, with piercing eyes and cunning fingers.
He and Charles stood at the dock, watching the steamship come in. They expected to go onboard and meet Sir Kingscote in his stateroom onboard.
They did not expect him to be the first one off the ship, clad in durable travelling clothes. Lucien certainly did not expect him to be so large. The man stood only a hair under Lucien (Who had always thought of himself as being quite tall), and where Lucien was thin, cobbled together by toothpicks some say, this man was built like a bear. On his face he wore a steady grin and a flowing handlebar moustache. Even his servants were unexpected, they moved with purpose, and many of them displayed scars. These were not felt-gloved butlers and toadies, but hard-eyed men prone to danger.
At first, Lucien doubted this was the man they were here to meet, but he approached them.
“Hello boys, I’m Bartholomew Kingscote.” He gave each of them a friendly handshake. Afterwards Lucien’s hand felt like it had been crushed by a speeding train. “Let me guess, you’re my liaisons in this area? I was told there’d be two of you. You look like fine, manly chaps, you’ll do nicely.”
Charles was flustered, but he stepped forwards anyway. “That’s right sir, I’m Captain Charles Calwayne, and this is Captain Lucien Ashford”
Sir Kingscote looked at Lucien, “ Ashford you say, these wouldn’t be the Ashfords who own the Droog River Diamond mines?”
“The very same sir”.
Bartholomew’s face lit up. “Jolly Good, I just visited your mines recently. I believe I met your uncle Edward, he’s in good health, don’t worry.”
Charles coughed, the conversation was getting dangerously away from the subject of him. “Sir, we took the liberty of securing you lodgings in the Imperiale hotel. It’s the finest in the colony, and you shan’t be disappointed.”
One of the servants chuckled. Bartholomew looked at Charles “Well why you would do that?”
Lucien could see Charles’s obvious discomfort. The last three days had consisted of Charles telling Lucien his plans for their time in town. Everything they learned about Sir Kingscote made Charles’ dreams of a month or more spent in town with women and wine seem less and less likely. “Be-Because you need a place to stay sir. Unless you intend to stay with Governor Knotland. “
“Oh you’re right, I should probably say hello to old Knotty before we set out, thanks for reminding me!”
Charles was sweating bullets, “Set out where sir. Are you not here for the governor’s ball?”
Bartholomew actually looked shocked. “They didn’t tell you boys about my plans? Ah well boys, it’s your lucky day. You’re soldiers, that ball would be the death of you. No, I can see it in your eyes, you thirst for adventure, danger, a life on the edge. Well boys, I’ve lived on the edge my entire life, and I’d like to take you there!”
Charles was dumbstruck, Lucien stepped in. “Take us where exactly sir?”
Bartholomew looked at Lucien like he was giving him a kingly gift, “Why, into the Jungle of course. I’m here to hunt Tigers, and you lucky boys get to tag along!”

I hope I got Bartholomew right.

[Bloddyredcommie]

Welcome to the Jungle, Part 2

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Lucien didn’t quite know what to expect of Sir Bartholomew Kingscote. He knew what Dersite arms was, he saw their logos on crates that were delivered to top of the line regiments, he heard the soldiers discuss their guns like they were talking about gold, and with increasing frequency, small boxes carrying their seal were delivered to officers, gifts from home.
His first mental image was that of a fat paper pushing merchantman. Then he remembered the workmanship that went into the guns, and decided that Sir Kingscote was likely a guildsman of some sort, tall and thin, with piercing eyes and cunning fingers.
He and Charles stood at the dock, watching the steamship come in. They expected to go onboard and meet Sir Kingscote in his stateroom onboard.
They did not expect him to be the first one off the ship, clad in durable travelling clothes. Lucien certainly did not expect him to be so large. The man stood only a hair under Lucien (Who had always thought of himself as being quite tall), and where Lucien was thin, cobbled together by toothpicks some say, this man was built like a bear. On his face he wore a steady grin and a flowing handlebar moustache. Even his servants were unexpected, they moved with purpose, and many of them displayed scars. These were not felt-gloved butlers and toadies, but hard-eyed men prone to danger.
At first, Lucien doubted this was the man they were here to meet, but he approached them.
“Hello boys, I’m Bartholomew Kingscote.” He gave each of them a friendly handshake. Afterwards Lucien’s hand felt like it had been crushed by a speeding train. “Let me guess, you’re my liaisons in this area? I was told there’d be two of you. You look like fine, manly chaps, you’ll do nicely.”
Charles was flustered, but he stepped forwards anyway. “That’s right sir, I’m Captain Charles Calwayne, and this is Captain Lucien Ashford”
Sir Kingscote looked at Lucien, “ Ashford you say, these wouldn’t be the Ashfords who own the Droog River Diamond mines?”
“The very same sir”.
Bartholomew’s face lit up. “Jolly Good, I just visited your mines recently. I believe I met your uncle Edward, he’s in good health, don’t worry.”
Charles coughed, the conversation was getting dangerously away from the subject of him. “Sir, we took the liberty of securing you lodgings in the Imperiale hotel. It’s the finest in the colony, and you shan’t be disappointed.”
One of the servants chuckled. Bartholomew looked at Charles “Well why you would do that?”
Lucien could see Charles’s obvious discomfort. The last three days had consisted of Charles telling Lucien his plans for their time in town. Everything they learned about Sir Kingscote made Charles’ dreams of a month or more spent in town with women and wine seem less and less likely. “Be-Because you need a place to stay sir. Unless you intend to stay with Governor Knotland. “
“Oh you’re right, I should probably say hello to old Knotty before we set out, thanks for reminding me!”
Charles was sweating bullets, “Set out where sir. Are you not here for the governor’s ball?”
Bartholomew actually looked shocked. “They didn’t tell you boys about my plans? Ah well boys, it’s your lucky day. You’re soldiers, that ball would be the death of you. No, I can see it in your eyes, you thirst for adventure, danger, a life on the edge. Well boys, I’ve lived on the edge my entire life, and I’d like to take you there!”
Charles was dumbstruck, Lucien stepped in. “Take us where exactly sir?”
Bartholomew looked at Lucien like he was giving him a kingly gift, “Why, into the Jungle of course. I’m here to hunt Tigers, and you lucky boys get to tag along!”

I hope I got Bartholomew right.
Edit: I need to do the spacey-thing that CoZ does to make his fic's look nice and not wall-of-texty.

[GEMPadre036]

Bartholomew is so mandorable!!!

[Nakkirz]

"Mandorable" is the best word, now.
Ahahahahhahaha BARTHOLOMEW IS AWESOME, NO DISCUSSION LEFT. I love this fic so far. I can just imagine Charles' horrified expression... xD

[Varkarrus]

I HEAR LORD ENGLISH IS DAVID TENNANT GET ME ALL THE ARTWORK OF HIM YOU HAVE NOW

[FieryBlacksmith]

Top of the page, with the fez.

[Bloddyredcommie]

Random Thing

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The Ashfords and the Calwaynes were once noble families of about equal standing. However, when the Industrial age began, the Ashfords held onto their farmland while the Calwaynes invested in shipping and supported the rise to power of the Guild. As a result, by the time of these events, the Calwaynes were on the rise, their wise investments and close Guild ties made them incredibly influential. The Ashdord’s farmland became less valuable as they failed to adopt new techniques.
The Ashfords were in decline, they had one truly valuable property left, a Diamond Mine at Droog River in the colonies. Unfortunately, while they could get the diamonds, they lacked modern equipment needed to make them competitive at both mining and cutting them. In order to make the Diamond mine profitable, the Ashfords needed to convince the Guild to send skilled Inventors to the colonies to work on the Mine.
This is why Lucien was pressured to befriend Charles, with the Calwayne’s support they could modernize the mine and use that to restore the family’s fortune.

[Twigwise]

You rang?

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First I've ever done an image manip at all, I'm rather proud >>
Under this spoiler, a doodle based off of this that I made a couple weeks ago:

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[FieryBlacksmith]

The demon is already here. The demon has always been here.

Put that on the image manip thread and you got yourself a nomination.