[13][9]Your headache worsens, even as you successfully pull the grey metal from the tile around you, forming it into a number of small spikes on the floor. You sit down, suddenly overcome with vertigo and exhaustion, but you press on, shaping and adjusting them closer together.
[17]You begin to heat the metal, sparking the fires to life without much issue--
[8]But maintaining the fire and trying to manipulate this strange, glassy, shiny metal at the same time is too much for you to bear, and you begin to drift in and out of consciousness, even as you're surrounded by burning hot metal.
[18]You, wisely, cut off the heat, falling to lay on your back, lounging in the air that manages to penetrate your senses with its warmth. Your head throbs with aching pain, and your vision swims. A medical personnel waits on the edge of your vision, sweat beading on his forehead even as he pulls you away from the heat, to a cooler section of the room. There, he rests you on a pillow, wiping blood from your ears and speaking to you in a voice that you struggle to hear through the distance.
"Pheobe? Pheobe? Can you hear me?" You look at him, lifting a finger towards him, and he nods, he tilts your head back, "Alright, just keep breathing in and out, try to focus on my voice, okay?"
You do so, patiently, even as you try not to drift away into unconsciousness. Eventually, you're able to answer his questions to his satisfaction, and he and a guard rest you against a bench. They provide you with nutrient paste, which you force down past the rising nausea.
"Pheobe? Are you going to be okay?" The Medic seems at a loss for what to do, squeezing your shoulder gently even as you eat like a feral animal.
You have thirty minutes of training left, before your meeting with the Thornton Scientist.
You are Pheobe Gainer AKA Alphira
Local Time: 4:30 pm 6/17/2011
You have a painful, disorientating headache.
You're rebuilding muscle definition.
You are hungry
Torso:
A fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves. Lower Body:
New grey semi-formal, military style pants.Hands:
A pair of leather gloves. Feet:
Woolen socks(hidden)
Feet:
A pair of new leather boots.[100 credits] in local currency.
Overload: Amateur.
Inferno : Amateur
Healing Factor: Amateur.
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Endurance Boost: Beginner.
Matter Manipulation:Earth?::Beginner
You are under contract with The Brotherhood of Scholars for twenty-three years. [Angel] of The Holy City State of SEED
--High Influence within its borders
--Full command of all military resources, as approved by Crusader General
--Full command of all military resources, in emergencies
--Assigned a personal team of researchers, medical officers, and trainers.
Grandmother(adopted): Mother Nicole Gainer, (Beloved),
--Contactable in person.
--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 Coordinator: Tyler Hop (Cordial)
Lover/Adjutant: Emma Thornton (Content-Exhausted)
--Low influence within The Thornton Family
Friends(?) (Lost Contact):
-McGee Foster
-James Foster
-Johnathan Shellton
-Jesse Hardhouse
-Erica Hail
-Amanda Silversmith
-'Other' Eric Armstrong
-John Frost
-Quincy Black
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