"I've...accepted it. You don't learn if you don't try...I guess. And at least you're responsive, this time." Emma wears a small smile, and nods, taking another piece of the armor off the rack. Zachary moves forward to help out, while McFee sits and stares, shaking her head. She looks traumatized but doesn't protest, simply leaving the room.
It takes a little while, and the armor is incredibly uncomfortable, especially around your chest region. In others it hangs loosely. When you put the helmet on, your vision blurs-- but no face covering slides down.
Your vision stretches oddly, and a small map of the room appears. When you look around, you notice that overlaid over everyone is a small pulse of energy. Zachary's and Emma's energy pulses quickly, as do most of the guards-- and the guards, they have a faint shimmering light highlighting the pulse of their las-rifles and pistols-- all a bright green. You can barely discern features through the information haze.
[Commencing refit, please stand by.]
The armor begins to creak, shifting slightly around, tightening closer to you in places and loosening in others, until it feels...comfortable. You can tell there are many of the same, impossibly sharp needles stuck into your body, through your clothes, but you do not feel pain from them. The revulsion you feel wearing it deepens, however, as your connection to it grows.
[Mark Fifteen armor refit completed. Are you comfortable?]
Despite the turning of your stomach every time it speaks, you are. The armor is perfectly balanced across your frame, no part too heavy or too light. Zachary watches in awe, and slowly lowers himself to a knee in front of you, despite how odd you might look with your dull-grey, blood-stained uniform beneath the panoply. The rest of the guards, even the one who hesitated while following orders, slowly do the same. "What more proof is needed that you truly are McCreary's heir?" He says, softly, his voice directed more towards his troops than you, a barb of a reproach hidden within his words. Some look ashamed, some look defiant, and others look at you with a fanatic's eyes, lost in the moment.
[1] Emma doesn't kneel, looking confused all for a brief second, then, with a glance to Zachary, she plays her part, quoting a scripture, "Doubt is the way to true Belief, Brother Zachary. Faith untested is no faith at all." Her words erode any doubt that might be lingering about your supposed divinity to these guards. With two sentences, Emma delivers both of you from your fears and gives you new ones. A sickness rises up inside of you that has nothing at all to do with the armor.
You are Pheobe Gainer AKA Alphira
Local Time: [1910] 6/19/2011
Personal Time: 1921 Years, 75 days. Reset?
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.
You feel a deep revulsion with yourself.
You have a numb arm, blood discolors the skin beneath the surface in swollen ugly bruises.
You have a splitting headache.
You're rebuilding muscle definition.
You are peckish.
Torso:
A fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves. On Body:
Mark 15 Battle Armor (Active, Incompatible:Override)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
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--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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