Because I forgot and am a lazy bastard.
[-]You scribble a few notes on the schedule, for yourself, on what you'd like to focus on. Then you put your armor on, piece by piece. It takes you a good while, as the straps are not designed for only one person to use. You begin to concentrate, readying your power, only to start when the suit speaks without your command.
[-] [Greetings, Sadil. What is our mission today?]
[Training.]
[Wonderful. Please remember to stretch before you exercise. Even the most Elite soldiers can receive a painful injury from muscle exertion!]
[Y....yes. Okay.]
You head down to the training room, trying to ignore the bile rising in your throat. Everything about this armor just feels wrong, despite the comfort, despite the faint warmth, despite the soothing voice that echoes in your head. But you barely know how to interact with it...But, you do your stretches, despite never needing to do them before.
[10]First thing first, you test how hard it is to control your Inferno. It flares to life with surprising aggression, the standard fire you usually conjure replaced by a blaze nearly twice its size. It roars within your hand, and, no doubt, is burning with incredible heat, but you do not feel it within the armor. There are no hunger pains either...although you do feel a little peckish.
[18+2] Extinguishing the flame, you focus on those metals in the floor you manipulated before-- and they explode out of the ground all around you, completely destroying the tile of the training room and replacing them with an obstacle field of incredibly sharp, glassy, metallic spikes that come up to your shoulder. Then, you reverse the process, and the spikes re-enter the floor, leaving it a pockmarked mess of cracks and slightly jagged rocks.
[What are you doing?] You query, confused.
[Willpower field amplification and moderation, my primary purpose, of course. I'm also correcting your arithmetic, and preventing further damage to your brain.]
You approach a weight set turned over in the corner of the room, and reach out to pick up a weight. It's easily [60 pounds].
[2] Despite your best attempt, you cannot pump energy into your muscles, and you sigh, dropping the weight.
I guess there's things even I--[Try again.] The voice, for once, doesn't sound pleasant, more like a commander giving an order. It sends a shiver down your spine, and you stop yourself from jumping to its command. [Your body will heal. Giving up, not forcing your Will upon yourself and this universe is the only failure you can suffer. Try again, Dear Sadil.]
[13] You brute force it, feeling your skull begin to ache from the pressure of manipulating the energy within your muscles already-- and you twist your arm back. You hurl the weight disc deep into the wall with a force that shatters the wall, and leaves it stuck half-way in, cracks radiating out.
[Good job, dear Sadil.] Suddenly, a feeling of triumph, or joy, or happiness floods your system, overriding the disgust you feel.
What now?
You are Pheobe Gainer AKA Alphira
Local Time: [1500] 6/20/2011
Personal Time: 1921 Years, 76 days. Reset?
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.
You feel good about yourself, despite a slight feeling of disgust
You have a numb arm.
You have a minor 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.In Holster:
A worn, but well-repaired las-pistol, painted a dull green. 250/250Hands:
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), Handler: Mother Nicole Gainer
--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
Organization: Personal Guard
--A complement of fifty guards, highly trained, heavily armed. Each carries a las-rifle, a las-pistol, and a personal knife. They wear Heavily Armored Crusader vests, leggings, boots and face obscuring kevlar face masks.
--Lead by Captain Zachary McKinney
--41/49 Loyal, Fanatic
--4/50 Uncertain
--4/50 Defiant
Ally, Superior: The Pontifex
--Church leader for the Scholars of the Holy SEED city-state.
--High Influence within its borders
--Incredibly High Influence with Zealots
--Minor feud with Crusaders
Ally, Subservient: Captain Zachary McKinney
--Contactable in person
--High Influence within Personal Guard
--Allied with The Pontifex
--Very low Influence with the Crusaders of SEED
Contact, Threat: William Thornton
--Contactable through Mail, Emma
--High influence within The Thornton Family
--Feared within Steelworks 9 Region
Personal Scientist, Ally: Silas Thornton
--Contactable in person
--High influence within The Thornton Family
Contact, Military Trainer Coordinator: Tyler Hop (Cordial)
Lover, Adjutant: Emma Thornton (Content-Exhausted)
--High 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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