The knives hanging from strips of leather catch your fancy, and you pause by them to read them. "Someone like you won't be able to understand the--" The Shopkeeper begins
"
Salt Flows." You read out loud in SEED dialect, translating it as best you can, and can hear Emma suppress a mean giggle as the woman abruptly stops talking. You decide to continue, "
Mushroom weeps. Steel rends. Soul sighs. Blood blooms salt. Barkers howl....I don't get it."
"You wouldn't."
You think she sounds pretentious, so you don't press further. Right now.
Instead, you look at the smaller, less flashy knives. While all of these knives value form over flash-- being of reliable construction, hand-worked and razor-sharp, there are only a few that you would consider being concealable. They all come in a small kit with plenty of small holsters that you can strap to your person. They all possess a conical blade, terminating after roughly five inches. You don't think that you could throw them--describing them as a shiv is perhaps more efficient. The handles are worked bone and feel good in your hand. [3 credits] in local currency.
The magazines run the gamut from the conventional rifle magazine loaded with bullets to las-rifle magazines loaded with energy. Some of them are fully charged, and some are less than fully charged—any number of mags for any number of weapons you might buy.
[7] A gold-leaf las-pistol, with a steel frame and uncovered coolant tanks, is...supremely not good to use, after closer inspection. It's flashy and overcharged, but they haven't done anything to protect anything but the coolant system from the heat it would generate. The gold leaf is peeling in places-- they didn't apply it correctly.
There are even fissures in the barrel already! What was the point of supercharging the coolant system if the focusing barrel is already damaged?! You fight the urge to throw it on the ground.
It's just a cheap las-pistol, made by some Family or another. Things like this flood the under streets of SEED's Holy City, and often have the terrible habit of misfiring or having a reactor short circuit while in use. It's shiny, though, and ergonomic. And incredibly cheap. But the magazine doesn't come out, and sans cutting the whole thing open, you can't access any of the hardware for repairs or inspection. [.5 credits] in local currency.
The helmets come in a wide variety. Made of either bio-plastics and cut like the Crusader's, guarding most of the face but leaving room for gas-masks, or wide-capped metal domes, attached by a strap to the head. A few are of more extreme design-- you see one with a red mohawk and kevlar neck guard, for instance. The prices and designs vary -
If you find something interesting, you can let the Shopkeeper know.
Emma grins, dragging you to the clothes stall and asking you to buy a blue fur robe. She bundles up in it, picking up Mitch and depositing him into a pocket. It cost you, after haggling, [.64 credits] in local currency. "I was cold." She offers innocently.
"Have you ever tried [bug oil]?" Emma asks as you drift by the spice stall on your way back to the airfield. She gestures at an ornate bottle on the shelf when you shake your head no. "Apparently it's an interesting experience. William and Polly bought some once. They said it was amazing, and that I should try some when I get older."
You are Pheobe Gainer AKA Alphira
Local Time: [2100] 10/24/2011
Personal Time: >4 months
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.
Upper Body:
A dark black, gold-embroidered greatcoat.Torso:
A fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves. Lower Body:
New grey semi-formal, military-style pants.In a holster:
An archeotech Cutter Hilt.490/500Hands:
A pair of leather gloves. Feet:
Woolen socks(hidden)
Feet:
A pair of new leather boots.In Pocket: Two [radio communicators].
Overload: Qualified
Inferno : Able
Healing Factor: Apprentice
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Endurance Boost: Amateur.
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Strength Boost: Amateur.
Matter Manipulation:Silicon::Competent
Skill:
Charisma: Apprentice
Skill:
Attrition Warfare: Apprentice
Skill:
Marksmanship: Proficient
[97.68 credits] in local currency.
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 [null]
--Currently in charge of protecting Emma Thornton.
--49/56 Loyal, Fanatic
--3/50 Uncertain
--4/50 Defiant
--McGee Foster (Loyal)
--James Foster (Loyal)
--Erica Hail (Loyal)
--Johnathan Shellton (Loyal)
--Eric Armstrong (Loyal)
--Quincy Black (Loyal)
Organization: Thornton Mercenaries
--A complement of hulking Thornton soldiers turned into cybernetically augmented heavy-duty infantry. Equipped with fusion reactor based las-gun assault rifles, Inferno Shotguns, super thick armor, and technicians standing by.
--Lead by William Thornton
--21/48
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: William Thornton
--Contactable through Mail, Emma
--High influence within the Thornton Mercenaries
--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
--High influence within The Thornton Family
Pet, Threat: Mitch, the Barker
A stubby furred, stubby faced hellion of a canine that will possibly mutate in the future.
-0/50 Obedience
-1/50 Respect
Friends(?) (Lost Contact):
-Jesse Hardhouse
-Amanda Silversmith
-John Frost
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