This is all going to go horribly wrong, isn't it.
Like this?
((Seems legit.))
Let's see, I don't seem to have any cash. See if the flight attendant can help a brother out with some Skittles anyway.
New skill:
Begging: [1] Misinformed
[Begging: 1]
"Yo peasant! The Most Noble Order of Arthurian Monks demands an offering of food, yo! Gimme some Skittles nao!" while giving her dirty look over your sunglasses.
Suprisingly this doesn't get you what you wanted. The wench playing flight attentand completely ignores you and goes on to serve people behind you. You rise up and start making demands when...
"Yeah, thanks but no thanks."
Decline buying anything, and start reading my novel.
The novel seems to set on prehistoric times. Main characters are a girl raised by neanderthals who dreams of strange place and a young wandering shaman whose home is the place the girl dreams of. That's about how far you get when...
"Hey, love, got anything for the best price of 'free'?"
New skill: Haggling: [4] Professional
[Haggling: 1]
"How about you love your fist?" she says, breaking her professional facade for a moment. She leaves you and continues to the back rows when...
Tina Jay
Decline any food or drink, don't want to trigger travel sickness...
Good choice. The muscle monk next to you says things that makes you rather worried about your safety. Kids these days, they are dangerous it seems, even religious ones. But then again religious people have always been dangerous. In various ways.
You are wondering about future of this nation when...
You know that moment when you drop something fragile and time seems to slow down? And you watch helplessly in slowmo how the object falls and shatters? This moment is just like that, but taken to the ultimate extreme; time does not just slow down, it freezes altogether.
What causes this sensation is someone, or some
thing, asking a question. There is a sense of urgency, a demand for instantaneous answer. It isn't urgent in sense that something is in danger, nor is it threatening question either, just demanding. It simply wants an answer
now, on this very nanosecond.
The problem is that you don't really understand the question. It is wordless, soundless question, lacking any emotional hints, without any indications of whether it is about who, what, when, where, why, how or something else. It simply is. A question.
How do you answer?
Sir Lucifer the Fourtysixth.
Inventory- (worn) Very dapper suit, including a monocle and a tophat.
- Bag of orphan meat. 15 kg.
Skills- Human anatomy: Specialist. You know where to stab when somebody needs to die. And how to make it hurt.
- Animal anatomy: Hobbyist. Derived from constant butchering of humans you can make educated guess where to kick that dog.
- Cleaning: Professional. To get away with murder you need to clean your traces very well.
- Butchering: Professional. Chop meat, organs, skin
- Cooking: Professional. Those delicious sandwiches...
- Speech/charisma: Specialist. To hide that monster under so classy shell takes some skill. Which is handy when you need to threaten someone.
Carson Bush.
Inventory- (worn) Generic clothing that nobody remembers.
- Three sets of more generic boring clothes.
- A toothbrush and toothpaste.
- Two sharp knives
- Beretta PX4 Storm Type F (unloaded)
- Five 9mm clips (18/18)
Skills- Pistol shooting: Hobbyist. Some shooting at target range. You know how to handle pistol and hit the target.
- Knife fighting: Dabbling. Doesn't sound like your main job.
Brother Marcel
Inventory- (worn) Sunglasses
- (worn) Monk's robe
- (worn) Sandals
- Shards of very sharp sword
- Wine
Skills- Blacksmithing: Specialist. How else you are going to reforge Excalibur? Need more training for that though.
- Memorization: Professional. Gotta remember the bible. And few hundred other books.
- Preaching: Hobbyist.
- Fist fighting: Hobbyist. I suppose young muscled monks do something to pass time and to stay in shape.
- Begging: Misinformed.
Tina Jay
Inventory- (worn) average clothing
- Spare clothing
- Toiletry kit
- Pair of knitting needles
- Two rolls of yarn
- Motion sickness medication
- Sandwich
Skills- Knitting: Specialist. Grandma!
- Hairdressing: Professional. GRANDMA!
Jack Fenway
Inventory- (worn) Trenchcoat
- (worn) Fedora
- S&W Model 36
- Two five-round speedloaders
- 18 .38 Special rounds
- Bottle of Jim Beam (0.3/0.7 l)
- 6 smokes
- Shirt
- $57.38
- A toothbrush
- A rumpled letter
- Two sticks of chewing gum
- ID, real and fake
- Random office desk crap. You cheater.
Skills- Pistol shooting: Specialist. Sounds like your dear hobby.
- Investigation: Specialist. Are you a detective or something.
- Haggling: Professional.
Martita Sanchez-Rios
Inventory- (worn) Generic clothing
- (worn) Glasses
- Extra clothing
- Romance novel
- Phone
- Laptop
Skills- Computer technology: Hobbyist.
- Writing: Dabbling.
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