Showing posts with label ZAO. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ZAO. Show all posts

Thursday, July 23, 2026

Midnight Order: The Good Boy (Escape from Club Apophis, 50)


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STORYLINE:  Ten days ago.

The world tasted like wet earth and burnt plastic. 


Happy opened his eyes, blinking away the muddy water that clung to his snout. Everything hurt. His front paw throbbed with a sharp, biting ache. The air smelled wrong. Burning rubber. Leaking oil. The sky above him was a dark, bruising shade of purple, illuminated by the distant, sickly green neon glow of the Forbidden Zone. 


He let out a low, pathetic whimper, his tail twitching against the cold mud of the ditch. Every instinct in his body had screamed No. 


Everything smelled wrong. Rain. Blood. 


Lisa. Lisa everywhere. Lisa nowhere. 


Where was Lisa? 


Happy crawled out of the ditch, dragging his injured leg behind him. The wreckage of the car sat a few yards away, a mangled heap of black steel illuminated by a flickering streetlamp. Smoke drifted upward. Hot metal hissed in the drizzle. 


He limped closer to the debris, his nose pressed to the damp soil. 


Memory returned in jagged fragments. 


The Bad Place. The hum hurt his ears. He refused to go. Lisa locked him in the car. Kyra placed beside him. Oil. Blood. Her scent different, sweet and rotten. The angry driver took the corners too fast. Happy bit him for that. Blinding lights. Tearing metal. Sky and ground switching places. 


Then nothing. Nothing for a long time. 


Pain. 


He got back up. 


He sniffed the air desperately, catching traces of Lisa, the angry man and Kyra, but they were gone. The area was empty, save for the distant wail of sirens echoing through the neon-lit streets. 


Beside the shattered window lay a small, sleek black object. Happy recognized it instantly. It was one of the glass bricks Lisa always carried, its surface covered in her greasy fingerprints and the comforting, sharp scent of her hairspray. She talked to it constantly. Sometimes she even fell asleep with it resting against her chest. 


Desperate for any sign of her, Happy nudged the device with his wet nose. He bopped it again, harder this time, trying to wake it up. 


The glassy face flared to life, casting a bright blue glow across his muddy snout. A voice tore through the quiet night, loud and frantic. 


"Live from the edge of the Forbidden Zone!" 


Happy’s ears perked up instantly. His tail gave a weak, hopeful thump against the ground. It was Lisa! He barked. 


"It’s not radioactive! There are no biohazards! That’s right, folks, it’s all a government lie! What’s really inside the Zone is monsters!" 


He didn’t understand her words, but he knew the sound of fear. 


The message ended. 


Silence. 


He whined, nudging the device again, expecting her to reach out and pat his head. 


"...Live from the edge..." 


Her voice returned, but where was Lisa? Her voice kept repeating, her scream tearing through the tiny speaker over and over again on a continuous, desperate loop. 


He curled his bulky body around the glowing brick, burying his nose against the warm glass, letting her recorded words wash over him while he whined. 


"Oh my goodness! What happened here?" 


Happy bolted upright, a sharp growl catching in his throat. 


A woman hurried toward him from the brightly lit building across the street that smelled like the vet's but bigger. She wore a heavy blue coat. Her face looked pale and drawn, with deep shadows under her eyes. 


As she drew closer, Happy’s growl died down, replaced by a confused tilt of his head. 


She smelled like medicine and worry. She also smelled like ...Sweet Death. Same as Kyra. 


The woman rushed over, her eyes darting from the crushed vehicle to Happy’s bleeding shoulder. "Oh, you poor thing. Was your owner in this crash? Did they leave you behind?” 


She knelt in the damp grass, completely ignoring the mud staining her knees, and reached out with gentle hands. “Of course it was an accident. No one would leave a Bio Construct like you behind.” 


To Happy, she felt like a sudden, warm light in the dark. He could feel the genuine kindness radiating off her, an absolute absence of malice. He whimpered softly, letting his heavy head sink into her arms as she carefully lifted him off the ground. 


"There, there. Don’t you worry, puppy," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly. “Helga will get you help. There's a hospital across the street, but you need a vet.”


Happy snuggled deeper into her coat, his nose pressed against the curve of her neck. He licked her chin softly. He was still frightened, but she was a nice lady.


Helga adjusted her grip on him, her eyes falling to the glowing halophone in the grass. Lisa’s panicked face flickered in the blue light, the warning about the government pact and the monsters repeating over and over. 


"Oh! I know that voice. It's that funny girl from the Hexa Herald."


Happy tensed as her hand reached toward the glowing brick. That's Lisa. Don't take Lisa. 


“Is that your owner, puppy?” Helga scooped up the device while keeping Happy tucked against her chest. 


He calmed. Ok. Lisa comes too. 


Lisa’s voice burst from the device, "It’s full of monsters!" 


Helga froze, her breath catching in her throat. She looked up toward the dark silhouette of the Forbidden Zone looming in the distance. She touched her lower lip with two trembling fingers. 


Helga shifted Happy in her arms and looked down at the screen one last time. Her thumb hovered over the glow. Lisa kept shouting. She swallowed hard, her thumb sliding to Deep Net, then pressing Share. 


Her eyes swept the empty, shadow-drenched street. “It’s not safe here, puppy. Let’s get you out of sight right now.” 


Happy tucked his nose beneath Helga's chin as she turned and hurried into the dark. His new friend was afraid. The Sweet Death clung to her. Like Kyra. And Lisa wasn't here. Until he found her again... Happy would protect this one.



Woop Woop! Midnight Order is back. Head over and load up on Gothtastic awesomeness and gifts. Helga returns for the finale of Escape from Club Apophis and she brought a cute little friend. She's wearing the VOX Umrae coat and corset, 182 hair by ZAO, Vira shoes by Evil Baby, hypnotic Moka eyes by Haru, and Blair skin by 41m. She's wearing Romance's Blue Heart necklace by AvaWay. In the setting, are the lovely blue Campanula With Planters, and returning awesome setting Crimson Watch Backdrop by Zeroichi. From Aardvark is the returning Wyrmlings, as Happy the Dino Dog.



On her, Helga:
Coat: VOZ - Umbrae Coat - LaraX [mesh](Midnight Order)(275L)
Corset: VOZ - Umbrae Corset - LaraX [mesh](Midnight Order)(180L)
Hair: ZAO - 182 Hair [mesh](Midnight Order)(432L)
Shoes: Evil Baby - Vira's Shoes - LaraX[mesh](Midnight Order)(350L)
Eyes: Haru - Moka eyes A1[BOM](Midnight Order)(249L)
Skin: 41m - Skin Blair, Icy [BOM](Midnight Order)(799L)
Necklace: AvaWay - KATE HEART Necklace MAITREYA v2 [mesh]
Leggings: alaskametro<3 = "Lyra" leggings - 05 silver holo, tinted [BOM]
Head, eyes: LeLUTKA lel EvoX Vela [mesh](3990L)
Body: Maitreya Lara X [mesh](2750L)
Pose: ZZANG - 100% Sugar 001

Setting:
Plants: Blue Blood - Campanula With Planter - Blue (Midnight Order)
Pet: Aardvark - Wyrmlings Animesh - Earth Claw [animesh](449L)
Set: ZEROICHI - Crimson Watch Backdrop [mesh]

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky :




Saturday, October 11, 2025

Engine Room: Birth of Monstrum (Escape from Club Apophis 21)

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STORYLINE: The brass ring shuddered to life, gears grinding as the hologram burst into shape, projecting the scene into the center of the workshop. The view was from a pocket of time thick with the grime of the industrial age. Gaslights sputtered, casting a sickly yellow glow on wet cobblestones. They weren’t watching history. They were trespassing in it.

ARCHIVAL RECORDING — CHICAGO, FEBRUARY 14, 1929

The speakeasy pulsed with brass and gun oil, jazz horns bleeding through the haze of cigarette smoke. Beyond the bar’s false wall, men in pinstripes and fedoras polished Tommy guns, their voices sharp with the kind of bravado born from knowing the law itself had abandoned this city.

At the far end of the room, seated as though on twin thrones, were two figures no gangster would dare disturb.

The Ruler leaned on his cane, the cut of his coat immaculate, his features marbled in the elegance of old courts. He looked out over the tables with the disdain of a monarch forced to sit among peasants. His deep voice was velvet over steel when he spoke:

“Since the War, crowns topple like dominos. Kings strangled by parliaments. Czars executed by mobs. Maximilian Spyder whispers his poison into the ears of the newborn of our kind, turning subjects into citizens.” He spat the word like a curse. "Weakness masquerading as liberty."

Beside him, lounging with insolent ease, MasterGin twirled the stem of a coupe glass between long fingers. His smile was a smear of lacquered sin under the low light.

“Oh, listen to you,” Gin drawled. “The last Emperor of Shadows, pouting because the world doesn’t curtsey with quite the same flourish. Monarchies fall, darling, because they are boring. People want jazz, motorcars that roar like beasts, liquor brewed in bathtubs filthy enough to make them forget they’re mortal." He lifted his glass, catching the light. "And I, for one, adore it."

The Ruler’s eyes narrowed. “Industry belches smoke. It pollutes everything. Filth. Men who sit on factory thrones possess no bloodline, no divine mandate. They are merchants playing at godhood. And you...” he leaned in, “why do I suffer you, jester? Why should I not unmake you here and now?”

Gin’s laughter was silk on a knife’s edge. He leaned closer, brushing his hand, featherlight, against the Ruler’s chest, daring the strike.

“Because, my King,” he whispered, eyes gleaming with decadent amusement, “without me, your immaculate mausoleum of a world is unbearably dull. Admit it, Horemheb. You crave my disorder. My sin. My razzle-dazzle. Without a little glorious sin there's nothing to correct.”

The Ruler stiffened, outraged by the touch. “You dare defile my righteous presence with your corruption, in a public house? I should kill you for it.”

Gin only tilted his head, his grin curling like smoke. “Tell me again, my King, how wicked I am. Say it slowly this time.”

The Ruler’s nostrils flared. “Pervert. Worshipper of Apophis.”

“And you,” Gin countered, “are the greater pervert. Because nothing excites you more than watching purity rot.” The tension between them was electric, sharper than the knives hidden in the gangsters’ coats. Gin leaned in closer still, his voice hushed and venomous. “Even your goddess Ma’at, keeper of order, never demanded the destruction of chaos, only balance. That’s why you don’t kill me, my King. Because together,” his hand traced the Ruler’s arm, insolent and intimate, “we are balance.”

The Ruler’s lips parted—perhaps in denial, perhaps in warning—when the world dissolved into a percussive nightmare.

Bullets tore through the opulent room as glass rained like diamonds. In the smoky haze, men screamed, their fine suits blossoming with crimson. The Ruler staggered, not from the force, but from the sheer insult as hot metal ripped through his side. His face, a hardened mask of granite, twisted not with pain, but with the absolute outrage of a god whose temple has been defiled by insects.

From the shadows of the victorious side, a single, portly figure in a fine suit watched his men execute the last of their rivals, a cigar clenched in his teeth. He was the architect of the carnage. The Ruler’s burning gaze fell upon him.

In the space between heartbeats, the immortal was upon him, his hand gripping the man’s throat, lifting his considerable weight effortlessly off the ground. The cigar dropped, showering embers on the floor. The gangster's psychotic glee vanished, his eyes bulging with terror. He stared at the bullet holes in his captor's chest, at the man who should be dead but wasn't.

The Ruler spat curses in the tongue of Pharaohs, each syllable an avalanche of titles and divine rights, before his voice dropped to a whisper that cut through the cacophony. "
You command with fear and coin. An empire of grime."

"Wait, darling," MasterGin cooed, gliding to their side with an artist's appreciation. He circled the pair, tapping a long finger against his chin. "Don't smash the new toy. He's an absolute couture specimen of the age. All brutal ambition and vulgar appetites. Like a tailored suit cut from filth." He leaned in, sniffing the air around the gangster. "He absolutely reeks of it. Greed. A vulgar, but undeniably powerful, perfume. We could learn from this one.”

The Ruler’s grip loosened, and he dropped the man. The mob boss collapsed in a heap, coughing and rubbing his throat before pushing himself to his feet.

"Name’s Capone," he wheezed, straightening his tie, fear already masked by opportunism. "You two aren't from Chicago, but I know power when I see it. Maybe we can do business."

The Ruler sneered, a look of profound disgust. He turned his back on the mortal, a gesture of ultimate dismissal. He no longer saw a man, but a lesson. His gaze swept across the carnage, and for the first time, he truly saw it. This was not chaos. It was a hostile takeover.

The billowing smoke, tainted by the coppery reek of blood, was the new incense. The staccato rhythm of a fallen pocket watch, ticking its last seconds on the floor, was the new hymn. He looked at the dead men, not as warriors, but as assets, expended. His eyes fell upon the Tommy gun, its polished wood and blued steel a marvel of mechanical death. Beside it lay a fallen briefcase, burst open to reveal stacks of money—prayers to a new, paper god.

This was the new order. An empire not of faith and bloodlines, but of gears, capital, and mass-produced violence. His divine right was a useless relic here.

"He commanded them with this," The Ruler said, his voice a low rumble. He nudged the machine gun with his foot. "And paid them with worthless paper." He motioned toward the cash. "A throne of bullets and false wealth. While we were gods. That man…” he gestured dismissively toward Capone, “…he does not demand worship. He buys it. He doesn't need a crown. He doesn't even need gold. He has paper men believe is worth dying for.”

"Savage, yet it has a certain… panache," MasterGin said. "Don't you find mortal delusions fascinating?"

The Ruler was silent for a long moment, the chaos of the scene reflected in his ancient eyes. Then, he smiled. It was a chilling sight, devoid of all warmth, the expression of a predator discovering a richer hunting ground.

"You were right, Lucien," he said, his voice ringing with the cold clarity of a funeral bell.

He knelt, not in reverence, but in appraisal, and picked up a single, blood-spattered dollar bill. As he turned it over, his gaze fell upon the pyramid on its reverse. A sneer twisted his lips.

“They dare inscribe my tomb upon their paper and call it theirs.” With a contemptuous rip, he tore the bill in half, shredding the All-Seeing Eye from the pyramid.

"Mortals never change, only what they value does," he said, his voice resonant with terrifying certainty. "We will not command armies, but corporations. Our new priests will be their politicians, their CEOs, their bankers. We will amass wealth beyond the dreams of Pharaohs and control their world from the shadows."

He stood, crumbling the blood-soaked shreds in his fist, his eyes burning with a new, terrible purpose. "We will build a syndicate on the foundation of their avarice."

He looked at Gin, his gaze alight with fire.

Gin’s smile sharpened, a blade curving upwards. “The serpent swallows the sun. A Mafia of Monsters.”

(Present Day, 2055)

The hologram flickered and died. The swirling vortex of Roman numerals in the brass ring collapsed into nothing, leaving only the sound of ticking gears in the sudden silence of the workshop.

Minjo, Echo, Ghost, and Plague stood frozen, their faces pale in the soft glow of the vacuum tubes.

They hadn't just found a major clue. They had just witnessed the birth of Monstrum.


I hope you all like this Art Deco themed travel to the past. Readers of my blog and this Apophis series got a treat this chapter, the scoop on the Ruler, MasterGin and Monstrum!  ....From the current Engine Room round, is a gorgeous suit and accessories from ArchiveFaction. I love the over the shoulder coat, I wore for half the year their other shoulder coat, it's so great to have a new style. You get what pieces you like, or buy the whole set. I used the Fatpack for Jacket to show some more retro warm colors. The brooch on the lapel is a gift from this round. It's mod, so I tinted it gold.   ...Over at Androgyny Event, are the Coffin Core Glasses by Phase. It's mod so you can scale the size for a perfect fit, and tint the frame and lenses.   ...MasterGin is wearing Priscilla Dress which comes with fits for Reborn-Burly Pecs-Mounds-V-tech-Waifu, and Legacy Athletic. The Dress is semi-transparent lace with corset. I dressed it up as a crossover between 1910s and 1920s.  ...The Swiss miss hairpins are ZAP hair 146 at Engine Room. It's mod so you can turn on masking, or tint.  ...From Guild is a wonderful neck corset that makes me think of a train grill. It's a fun look.   ...From AURO is the Ritzy Opera Cigarette holder. I love me a long steam cigarette holder, and let me pick clove cigarettes too! It has 4 AO animations.   ...From the Muses is lovely retro style BOM undergarment, The Alanguie Chemise. It's wonderfully made with nice texture details. It comes in either black or ivory.   ...From Cult are the Agatha Boots with a guillotine heel!  Twisted, and perfect for Halloween.   ...From Static is the Sultry Parasol of black satin and lace. Just wear it and it will trigger a pose animation.   ...From Duplexity is a table that worked perfectly for the Art Deco themed room, the Pathfinder's set with Table, stools, and Relic. It's PBR enabled and looks great with advanced lighting. I did something crazy and uses the Stools as Plant stands. They were mod, so I could scale them up or down and they matched the table perfectly!   ....The setting is unlike anything else in SL, a truly Art Deco style room with all the lux glitz too.  I added to the wall custom wall carving for the Sun and Apophis. I think it worked out pretty well.  .... (Yes, I spent a lot of time working on this chapter. With lots of new events are coming for Halloween, I will be very busy, so I might have to pause Apophis for a bit. I will do what I can!)


On him, The Ruler of the Night:
Jacket: Archivefaction Penumbra Blazer_Legacy M, fatpack [mesh](Engine Room)(1650L)
Tie: Archivefaction Penumbra Tie_Legacy M [mesh](Engine Room)(350L)
Pants: Archivefaction Penumbra Trousers_Black_Legacy M [mesh](Engine Room)(330L)
Cloak: Archivefaction Penumbra Cloak_Black_Unrigged [mesh](Engine Room)(550L)
Gloves: Archivefaction Penumbra Gloves_Legacy M_Slim Fingers [mesh](Engine Room)(550L)
Brooch: Archivefaction Penumbra Albert Chain_PBR [mesh](Engine Room)(Gift)
Shades: PHASE Coffin Core Glasses [mesh] (Androgyny Event)(250L)
Hat: CRYPTID Noir Fedora [mesh]
Staff: David Heather Ankh Staff [mesh]
Shoes: Deadwool Dandy shoes - non rigged - black/silver wingtip [mesh](360L)
Head: LeLUTKA CAMDEN 4.0 [mesh](3990L)
Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

On him, MasterGin:
Outfit: BUFFY'S Priscilla Dress - Legacy M. Ath [mesh](Engine Room)(999L)
Hair: ZAO +146 Hair [mesh](Engine Room)(432L)
Collar: Gild legacy(m/A)  Neck corset_FATPACK [mesh](Engine Room)(185L)
Cigarette: AURO Ritzy Opera Cigarette - Without Smoke [mesh](Engine Room)(299L)
Underwear: The Muses - Alanguie Chemise - BOM - Inke [mesh](Engine Room)(250L)
Boots: CULT Agatha - Legacy Male  [mesh]
Parasol: Static Sultry Parasol {Nautilus} [mesh]
Gloves: Starchild Designs Flapper #5 Gloves [BOM]
Head: LeLUTKA CAMDEN 4.0 [mesh](3990L)
Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Setting:
Table, Globe, stools: Duplexity Pathfinder's Seat, Table, Relic [mesh](Engine Room)(399L)
Background: Dirty Rat Art Deco Lobby, Backdrop [mesh](495L)
Chairs: Architect Arcadia Armchair [mesh]
Glass, bottles: ISHIKU Dionae Gilded Crystal Glass set [mesh]
Leafy Palm: Soy Potted Traveler's Palm Tree [mesh](75L)
Hanging plant: Soy Super long Hanging Hedera [mesh](75L)
Ferns: Soy Voluminous Potted Ferns [mesh] (100L)

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shot, hi-res, midday sky. (Note: Undergarments shown)






Saturday, April 12, 2025

Engine Room: Murder at the Cabaret, 3

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STORYLINE: In life, Giselle had danced for their applause. She had bathed in the warmth of stage lights and the shimmer of champagne dreams, believing desperately that their adoration was real. But now, as a ghost trailing through the damp alleys of the docklands, she saw the truth for what it was: brittle, cold, and gilded in lies.

She had only ever been a distraction. A beautiful puppet in pearls and powder.

Her search for love had led her to Gwendal.

Oh, Gwendal, ...the handsome towering brute with sea-soaked stories and rough hands that once handed her ruby earrings and silk gowns. In his shadowy world, he'd called her "his shining star."

But now, that world reeked of gunpowder that could explode at any moment.

Giselle floated through the curling fog and found him: broad shoulders hunched, loading heavy crates stenciled with the words DYNAMITE onto a carriage. His Havana cigar crackling with flames, hot ash dripping recklessly on the volatile cargo.

Then *she* appeared.

A pirate woman, radiant in her cruelty with a smile like a dagger's curve.

“Giselle is dead,” she said, casually, as if remarking on the weather.

Gwendal froze, cigar almost falling from his lips. “Dead?” The word hit him like a rogue wave.

For a flicker of a moment, Giselle dared to believe he cared. But then, the duo kissed, passionately.

Giselle’s spectral form recoiled as if burned.

“Now what?” the pirate woman huffed, breaking their embrace. “She was our favorite gossip. Who’s going to tell us when the spice ships are docking? Or which crates have the opium?”

“We’ll find someone else,” Gwendal grunted, lifting another crate. “We always do.”

Giselle hovered above them in stunned horror. "I wasn’t his beloved? I was his unwitting spy?"

She turned, fury and heartbreak trailing behind her like smoke. She had no time for that fraud. Those pirates were loathsome con-artists, but they didn’t kill her.

Someone else did.

Was it someone who didn’t like her whispering secrets into dangerous ears?

Giselle raced back to Le Rouge Noir. Her time was bleeding away. The Master of Ceremony’s clock was ticking, each chime louder than the last.

Someone inside that velvet tomb had murdered her.

And soon… she would know who.


Argh, there be trouble afoot.   ...This post was inspired by the Aii Riftwind Mercenary complete outfit set. It comes with fits for men and women, and like other Aii creations, has an extensive texture hud with options to show and hide various elements.   ...Gwendal's ZAO 124 hair is unconventional for a pirate, but somehow that "bratty little sister" vibe side ponytail totally works.   ...His dark tribal makeup is Skara by Rubedo, and light brown animalistic eyes Kairos by Mana.   ... The pirates' guns are Furiosa Fortuna gun is by FOE. It includes pose options, textures, different sizes, and is a fully scripted weapon.  ...Akira as "Mats" is wearing Rosier's Rosetta Dress, paired with the Silvery K Steam Aether Boots.   ...The crates and sticks of dynamite is by Static.   ...And the very cool interactive Animesh Victorian Romance Horse & Carriag by Teegle, is totally drivable. Like other Teegle horses, it's fully animated as it waits patiently for you to board, occasionally giving you a side eye. The carriage comes in single color, or a fatpack to mix and match, and all versions let you change horse and tack textures. You can drive the carriage from the front sitting position, and carry passengers in the back. I love it. Its wonderful.


On Him, Gwendal:
Outfit: Aii Riftwind Mercenary set [mesh](Engine Room)(2,500L)
Makeup: Rubedo Skara, evox 06 [BOM](Engine Room)(240L)
Hair: ZAO 124 Hair m [mesh](Engine Room)(399L)
Gun, pose: FOE x Furiosa Fortuna [mesh](Engine Room)
Eyes: Mana Kairos Eyes, Clear [BOM](Engine Room)(399L) 
Cigar: Linden Labs Single Cigar Attachment, Male [mesh] (SL19B gift)
Eyepatch: C L A Vv. Simple Belted Eyepatch Black [mesh]
Head: LeLUTKA CAMDEN Evolution [mesh](3990L)
Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

On Her, Mathilde (aka Mats):
Guest appearance: Akira Voorhees of The SL Chatterbox blog.
Dress: Rosier Rosetta Dress, Reborn, FAT[mesh](Engine Room)(1,050L)
Boots: Silvery K Steam Aether, Boots, Fat_REBORN[mesh](Engine Room)
Gun, pose: FOE x Furiosa Fortuna [mesh](Engine Room)
Pose: Reve Obscura *!R.O!* Bad Things BENTO Couple Pose (100L)

Setting:
Vehicle: Teegle Victorian Romance Horse & Carriage [Animesh](Engine Room)(899L)
Crates: Static Boompowder Explosives[mesh](Engine Room)(350L)
Set: VARONIS Dayport Backdrop Scene [mesh](499L)

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shot, hi-res, midday sky.





Wednesday, April 12, 2023

Engine Room : The Celestial Mafia, part 3

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STORYLINE: Snow was piled high in the abandoned streets of New London. The hairs stood up on the back of J's neck. "It's quiet. Too quiet. No obvious signs of violence...." He turned to his mechanical helper, "Guryong, ...can you detect any environmental hazards?" Steam poured from the nostrils of the mechanical dragon as it surveyed their surroundings, and a metallic voice replied, "Master Jang, I detect none. However there is a woman close by." Suddenly, they heard a woman scream, "EEEEK!"

Part 3 of the going comic series for the current round of the Engine Room. This weekend was the Halfway point and new items have been added to the event. Go check it out, and don't forget to get the many gifts too!  

The image above was inspired by the Asian themed elements at the event, and actually gave me the idea to do a manga like series. The large mechanical Dragon by Eliavah is animesh you can wear. It has color to change its textures and glow, and sets of static poses and animations. There is also a version you can ride! (Who's a good boy?) The outfit Oscar by Ash Store is another Must Have. Its gorgeous! I especially like the latex options. lol The Steamer Katana is by the Forge. Its a mod static prop so you can add your scripts and animations to it if you want. The Eight hair is by Zao. With luck, the next part in this series will have Aarya Phantomhive as our woman-in-distress. She's been helping me on this series. Thanks Aarya!

On Him, J:
Outfit: ASH Store Oscar Outfit - LEGACY [mesh](Engine Room)(369L)
Pet: Eliavah Draconic Empress [Dragon Companion] [mesh](Engine Room)(450L)
Hair: ZAO +Eight Hair [mesh](Engine Room)(366L)
Weapon: The Forge Steamer Katana [mesh](Engine Room)(375L)
Earring: Badwolf  Batwings Earrings, Evo [mesh]
Gloves: NOCHE Bill Essential Gloves Legacy [mesh](349L) 
Cape: Cureless Senshi of the End  Senshi Cloth, gacha [mesh](100L) 
Head: LeLUTKA Kane Evolution [mesh](3990L)
Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.0) [mesh](5000L)
Pose: Clemmm Take a walk

Location:
Thanks for your help, Aarya!