[9] "You're right!" William beams at you, "Now, imagine losing the shell, keeping the enhanced reflexes and strength? Could you imagine say, a teenage girl, carrying the same weight that slows down a trained soldier, with ease? Hopping around the battlefield, able to infiltrate and lead in the destruction of say, a Family compound? You could send her to the Holy City with a rifle and the entire place could be destroyed in a week!"
He goes silent when you deliver your sharp rebuttal, the smile falling from his face. For a moment, he imitates a pet that's just been kicked, all pouts and small frowns.
"I never said anything of the sort, Pheobe, and it
hurts me that you think I would do something like -that- to
you. 'All a human wants to do is learn'," A wicked smile curves his lips, as he quotes SEED scripture to you, "Call it future protection for when the [demons] come back. I'm sure you haven't heard the rumors, but dark things are stirring in the west, Phebe. Outlander villages vanishing overnight, [insects] never seen before, with hard metal shells and ripping teeth."
[-]He hesitates, venturing then with trepidation, "How would you like to meet my father, Pheobe? You still have a few days of vacation. I'm sure he'd love to see Emma again, and her..." William pauses, searching for the word, teasing in an overly familiar way, "Friend? Lover? Sister?"
Then, much more somberly, "I'm not threatening you, or my baby sister, by the way, before you think badly of me. I love Emma, and I'd put a pulse in the old man's head before he touched a hair on her's."
You are Pheobe Gainer.
Local Time: 23:00pm 1/2/2010
You feel intense self-loathing
Your brain burns; your skull feels like someone wedged burning coals into it.
You are satiated.
Head/Face:
A bloody mesh of grey kevlar. Over Body:
A grey, armored duster, marked with symbols. (hidden)
Over coat:
A damaged, armored vest.
Torso:A new, fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves. (hidden)
Lower Body: New, Grey semi-formal pants.
Hands: A pair of leather gloves.
Feet: Woolen socks(hidden)
Feet: A pair of fur-trimmed leather boots.
In Holster: A brand new, grey las-pistol 240/250
In Belt: Two las-gun rifle magazines, 500/500, 500/500
Over Shoulder: A bloody, worn las-gun assault rifle. 464/500
In coat pocket: Two 'Ballistic' Auto-Syringes, a reusable flaregun with one flare.
[1.1 credits] in local bills
Overload: Amateur.
Healing Factor: Beginner.
You are under contract with The Brotherhood of Scholars for twenty-four 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)
Friend: Emma Thornton (?)
--Low influence within The Thornton Family
Schoolyard clique:
--6 young men and women, of intelligence (respectful, friendly)
--3 young men and women, of strength (respectful, friendly)