[12] You reach out, putting a hand on the dying woman, and try to heal her using whatever the power within you is. For a moment, nothing happens, but your aches and pains flare forth into existence.
[3] They fade as your head pounds painfully-- you collapse to the floor, gasping for breath as your head feels like it's about to rip itself apart. It burns with the worse pain you can imagine. Memories flare like burning embers into existence, but you cannot comprehend them ,and they rapidly overwhelm your senses. Tastes, colors, flashes of images you don't remember seeing...all of them sear the inside of your skull in rapid succession. You don't fade into unconsciousness, but at some point, you realize you're lying on the floor. Stunned. Helpless as you watch the brunette take her last, painful, choking breaths. She dies slowly, and self-loathing stabs at your existence. A noise from the stairs puts your awareness on edge, but you cannot move to escape or defend yourself.
[14] Boots tromp into the room. Someone approaches, but all you can see is the brunette's bloody face. Something digs into the back of your head, and you realize its a las-gun barrel.
"BANG!" William shouts with a laugh, nudging your stunned form over. He pulls your mesh down, looking at the blood that drips from your eyes, your nose, your ears. He wipes what comes away on his gloves on his coat. "What happened to you, Phebe?" He asks, and you must be hallucinating because you can hear the concern in his voice. He 'tuts' and puts a las-gun pulse in the brunette's face in a smooth motion. He pushes her body over and makes his way to the swaddled form of the crying child.
"Don't." You manage, through the pain.
"I gave my word, Phebe. I don't go back on it." William looks down at you, trying to shush the child and calm it down. To your surprise, it gives a little whimper and goes quiet, sucking on its hand. William gives a triumphant smile, swaddling the child up in the blanket, and taking a seat on the bed.
"My crew is finishing up with this place." He announces, "When you're done with your nap, we'll leave."
[15] You are slow to rise, and when you do William nods. "Did you take the Ballistic? I've never seen that happen before."
You are Pheobe̛͈̬̥̞ ͈̘̟̩A̪͉̥̥̳͠L͟ ̤͠G͡ainer.
Local Time: 23:00pm 1/2/2010
You feel intense self-loathing
Your brain burns; your skull feels like someone wedged burning coals into it.
You're starving!
Head/Face:
A comfortable mesh of grey kevlar. (concealing)
Over Body:
A grey, armored duster, marked with symbols. (hidden)
Over coat:
A damaged, armored vest.
Torso:A new, fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves. (hidden)
Lower Body: New, Grey semi-formal pants.
Hands: A pair of leather gloves.
Feet: Woolen socks(hidden)
Feet: A pair of fur-trimmed leather boots.
In Holster: A brand new, grey las-pistol 240/250
In Belt: Two las-gun rifle magazines, 500/500, 500/500
In hand: A bloody, worn las-gun assault rifle. 464/500
In coat pocket: Two 'Ballistic' Auto-Syringes, a reusable flaregun with one flare.
[1.1 credits] in local bills
Overload: Amateur.
Healing Factor: Beginner.
You are under contract with The Brotherhood of Scholars for twenty-four years. Grandmother(adopted): Mother Nicole Gainer, (Cordial),
--Contactable through Mail, Tyler Hop
--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: Tyler Hop (Cordial)
Friend: Emma Thornton (?)
--Low influence within The Thornton Family
Schoolyard clique:
--6 young men and women, of intelligence (respectful, friendly)
--3 young men and women, of strength (respectful, friendly)
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