"I...I did... I DO!" The voices in your head fade into a low murmur as you stand, shouting at Mother Nicole and slapping her hand away. You feel anger boiling up as you lay into her with a savage growl, "Didn't you take care of this, Black Nicky, or was that a lie too?"
[9] Brother Hop steps forward, between the two of you, and you shoot him the darkest glare you can muster. To your credit, he flinches, but doesn't back down, a stoic scowl across his face as he shields Mother Nicole from your wrath. To
her credit, Mother Nicole doesn't flinch, watching you with mild annoyance.
[-] "Stand your sorry ass down, Tyler-- don't you dare intervene. If she kills me, then we're fucked anyway. No need to kill the damn failsafe too." She barks at the soldier, who, gives you one dark glare, and moves away. "Better yet, leave me alone with my grandchild and get out of here before you piss her off more."
You stare at her, breathing hard, feeling the pressure of the plas-pistol reactor on your table starting to fluctuate with your mood. The display begins to scramble, and Mother Nicole gives it a sideways glance. She doesn't seem surprised or concerned, more interested in it than anything. But she doesn't speak, and you're left standing there, staring her down for far too long.
You begin to almost feel silly, but that doesn't help the roaring beast in your blood.
"I will provide Emma a posting far away from the fighting. Far enough away that even if the Holy City falls, she will live a good life. She will be with the top members of her field, learning from some of the best. If everyone dies, she will survive. I'll burn every last city myself to ensure that, dear, if you care about her this much."
[1]Her words only anger you more.
She wants to use Emma as a hostage. She doesn't blink as you snatch up the plas-pistol and grip it tightly in your hand. You feel the reactor hum to life, the safety shorting out in a small burst of sparks.
"As for you, I intend to make you the next McCreary, but I can't do that with a damn technician! I hope you'll live through it, but death is the only certainty of life."
It feels right, don't save them, your finger slipping into the trigger guard. Your first instinct is a dark thought indeed, you hand twitching before you restrain yourself. She holds your hands on it, leaning forward to look you in the eye.
"So, will you fight for the thing you love or cling desperately to the hope that one day everything will be okay? Will you live your entire life in a shadow or step into the light and seek redemption?" Mother Nicole quotes the SEED Holy Book, a Scripture for the Outcast, and the Outlanders. She speaks softly, looking less like a towering figure of her Crusader past but more and more like an old woman, seeking help. You realize you're pressing the las-pistol hard against her chest, hard enough to leave a mark through her robe. She doesn't state the third option, but something else does.
Emma is of questionable morals-- she would still love us. She'd love us even more if you took her away from all this. Pull the trigger on Black Nicky. Pull the trigger on Brother Hop. Leave. Never come back. They'll be too distracted in the west to look for us...we could have freedom...and if the plague comes for us, we'll destroy that too. A different voice than the rest bubbles through your consciousness, one urging blood and battle. It burns your brain like fire. Its right though, isn't it? Apparently this is the only way you can solve your problems in this hellhole, the only way these morons understand that this is
your life.
B̵̧̭̭̫̞͕̫̮̯̝̦̕͠r͢͏҉͏̧̻̤͕͉̯̰͖̫o̸̹̦̜͇͞͠t̵̨̧͈̤͙̞͖̭͉h̵̛̺̲̫͎͖̻̙̬̝̻͉͎̯͚̖̝͔̙̕͠e̷̢̛͍̬͔͎̲͖͔̝̤̦̳̱̻͘ͅr̀̕͏͏͕̝͔̼̰͙̮̫̹̫̦̲̝͉ ̯͎̲͖̘͝͡ͅH̡̛̘̜̪̺̪̣̕͢ͅơ̴̢͍̥̤͖̞̳̬̜͉̰͕̤͔̼̜͢ͅp̶̧̯̣̲̫̲̯̲̮͉͉͔̯̕ ̢͖͚̫̰̼̤͓͕̟̲̖͉͚̺̫͟͝͡h҉̣̬̖̠͇̲̤̪̗̣̮͙̘͎̬͚͕̜́a҉̡̘̞̱̥̺̥͓̟͈̩̼͎̬̪̮̯̦͉̕͠͠s̸̢̛̝͇̟̹͈̺͖͉͜ ̷̤͎̻̥̦̻̗͓́a̶͏̧̬͉̫̭̮̩̲̘͕̜̦̝͢ ̦̲͇̤̹͇̣͚̙͘͢g̢̡̛͔̰̘͘͜u͏̶͏̝̩̮ͅń̛̯̺̰̺͇̖̗̹̕ ̷̤̜̣̝̕͝͡ṕ̟̲͓͖͖͙̯̤̟͔̻̳͖̪̞͎̣͈ͅơ̕͏̹̺͔͓i̛̥̞͖̲̹̰̪̤͢n͠҉̰͙̮̬͈͔͍̭͓̦̣͖̰̮͉͈̥ͅţ̵̛̦̲̭̲͎͙̬̖̥͓̙̝̤̞̝͞ͅe̛͙͈̣͚̣̣̟̕͘̕͝d̵͇̜̥̻̰̘͈̳̯͎̦̹͍͍͈͎̙̙͜͡ͅ ̶̛̜͕̹͔͎͓̯̫̰̠̮͢͟͟á̟͉̝͉͟͡͝͝t̸̷̡̨̢̖͈̞̭̩͈̬̞̼ ̡̗͚̖̼̝͔͓̰̠̙̣̜̘̣͘͠u̢̧͞͏͖͚̬͇s̶̛̘͇͇̖̣͈̝͡,̧̟͓̲͇͉͉̩̮̬͓͉̭̖͖̪̕͟͝ͅ ̴̡̛̟̥͉̲̰̭̮̤̱̬̘̥̕͢ͅͅt̴̶̷̡͉͓̬̫̜̣̩͕̠͔̲̰h̗̩͙̭͈̮̻͜r̷̞̮̫̳͉͘͜͞ǫ̣̮̝̲̬͡ù̡̻̯̙͚͉̬̖̥͔̟̣͡g͏̡̠̖̮͍̳͎͇̠͉̼́͠͞h̨̠̙͈̟̮̘͙͕̮͎͔͓͕̦̻ͅ ͏̯̦̙̮̯̮̜͙̳̫͎̕͟ͅt̶̀͟͡͏͉̘͕̝̫̩̼̪͇h҉҉̷̗͓̹͚̞̀̕e҉̨̨͙̩͙̥̹̠̮͉̲̯̠͍̖̪̺̜͉͍ ̸̡͕̞̬̯̬͉̺͓̦̭͉̺̠͕͚̕͡ͅd̟̺̬̭̯̖͙̭̭̻̖̼̯̥͜o̟͇͉̘̖̠̗̮͙̟̤̞̕͜o̵͜͡͏҉̳͔͈̫͈̘̺̩̥̖ŕ̝͉̟̲͈͍͇̗͍̘̩͎̩͈͎͜.̨̜̹͇̭̹̟̯̼͓̹̬̙͚͙̣́͟͡ͅ. Something else warns, cold and monotonous. Anger lances through you at the betrayal.
You are Phe͏̷̸̨̤̤͓̲̺͔̤̹͉͓͠o̡̹̤̹̬̘͔͢b̷̛̖̣̖̭̠͓͈̖̥͈̩̯̪͉̗̫͘͝e҉̢̬̯̬̤̱̬̻͟͜ ̶̸̧̗̪̹̫̖̩̙͉͎̩̙̜̝̙̼̤̻͟͞Ạ̵͔̲̦͕̜̤͢L̼̯̖̫͚̲͚̫̪͍̼̀͡͞͡Ṕ̸̪̥̖͖͎̥̀H̵̢͓̭͇̲̝̫͙̥̳̣͙̥̫̻̲̻̩̕͝ ̴̴͔̬̮̪̦͍̝͍͎͕͙͉̹͉͖͉̣͕͎̕G͡҉̤̯̦͇̣͍̞A̷̝̣͔̻̜͖̫̻͠
Local Time: 5:30 am 1/2/2011
Anger boils in your veins.
You feel sick to your stomach.
You are constantly peckish.
Around Neck:
A mesh of grey kevlar. Over Body:
A grey, armored duster, marked with symbols. Torso:
A fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves. (hidden)
Lower Body:
Grey semi-formal, military style pants.Hands:
A pair of leather gloves. Feet:
Woolen socks(hidden)
Feet:
A pair of fur-trimmed leather boots.
In Holster: A clean, grey las-pistol 250/250
In locker: Two 'Ballistic' Auto-Syringes, a reusable flaregun with one flare.
With Brother Hop: A military-grade, worn, armored vest, a las-gun assault rifle, two las-gun assault rifle clips
[1.35 credits] in local bills
Overload: Amateur.
Healing Factor: Amateur.
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Endurance Boost: Beginner.
You are under contract with The Brotherhood of Scholars for twenty-three years. Grandmother(adopted): Mother Nicole Gainer, (Cordial),
--Contactable through Mail, Tyler Hop
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family
--Current lawful ruler of Steelworks 9 Region (Crusader Supported)
Organization: The Thornton Family
--Contactable through Mail, Emma
--High Influence within Steelworks 9 Region
--Allied with Nicole Gainer, you
Contact, Threat: William Thornton
--Contactable through Mail, Emma
--High influence within The Thornton Family
--Feared within Steelworks 9 Region
--Allied with Nicole Gainer, you
Contact, Military Trainer: Tyler Hop (Cordial)
Lover: Emma Thornton (Happy)
--Low influence within The Thornton Family
Friends:
-McGee Foster
-James Foster
-Johnathan Shellton
-Jesse Hardhouse
-Erica Hail
-Amanda Silversmith
-'Other' Eric Armstrong
-John Frost
-Quincy Black
The orange dot is your general location.
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