Chapter 1: Twist of a cog
The bronze clock next to Bronze let out a burst of steam, and jumped slightly as a loud, shrill sound filled the air. Bronze jumped up, hitting his head on a large magnifying glass that was connected to the ceiling by a long brass arm. His top hat flew off his head and he tried to swat at the infernal device that dared to wake the sleeping mastermind. He fell off the bed rather quickly. He lay on the ground, laughing like a maniac.
"Oh bother!" He chuckled. His english accent rang and echoed off the various copper gears, cogs, and machines littering the small room, as the airship he was aboard rocked gently.
He stood back up, but fell right back down. The stump that was his current right foreleg stopped him from making and progress. He stumbled over to the far side of the room, and put on his bronze leg. The leg burst to life, as visible machinery quickly connected his stump to the leg. Bronze banged it against the fall a few times until he could control the leg normally.
"Damn thing, you need a tuning or not?" He said, cooing to the leg as he rubbed it with his copper tipped wings. He quickly turned his vision the the offending wing. "I really gotta remember you exist ." He often forgot he could FLY and opted to hobble to his leg. The copper madman and his snazzy suit, tie, and top hat which he picked up off the ground made their way out the wooden door, and into a hallway on the ship.
Black leather goggles hung around the neck of Bronze, which had red lenses. A brown watch was part of his 'fake' leg, and stated the time was 12:49 AM. A hiss of steam, and the cylinders that held the numbers turned. It was now 1:00 PM. This has been quick introduction to our hero, Bronze Gleam.
