[17][19] Rising, slowly, keeping out of sight of the door, you knock the fallen pistol of your foe to Emma. She takes one look at it, and snatches it up. She takes a few potshots at the doorway-- you notice she's literally shooting the doorway, instead of out of it. Somebody speaks, but you don't hear.
[18 vs 12]Instead, you turn out the back door, into the cold night air. And bump into another Kidnapper. He blinks. You shoot. He falls back, a new hole in his chest steaming blood.
[3] [5 vs 15]Another Kidnapper moves into sight, noticing you before you notice him. He lifts his gun and you feel a hard punch to your chest as the bullet connects with an armor plate. A few more whiz overhead, beside you, as he empties his magazine.
[20 vs 17] He dives to the ground as you lift your las-gun, but you expected that, and shoot him twice as he goes prone.
[9-4] As you get to the end of the alley, you use the wall as cover, leveling your las-gun at the doorway-- there's no one there. The Greatcoated Kidnapper is running away from you. Las-gun fire still peppers the doorway in sporadic bursts, as Emma provides cover the best she can.
[1/1d2] Bloodlust burns in your veins as you lift your pistol and take aim. With careful precision, you neatly leave the man's leg a bloody mess, and he falls to the paved road with a cry.
[20] Now free to concern yourself with your injuries, you reach around, feeling the edges of the gaping hole in your back. You finally notice the trail of blood you've left behind you. Your right arm is hard to handle, and you notice a slight delay as your mind routes commands through more intact parts of your body. You're badly injured, there's muscle damage, to be sure, maybe even a broken rib. But, you breath, and begin to focus on it, on trying to knit your body back together through sheer will alone.
For a second, nothing happens. Then the pain returns, knocking you to your knees. It pulses with every heartbeat, and you feel your consciousness fading. Emma slowly emerges from the empty building, rushing to your side. She holds you up as you fight through the shock.
[10]Then its nothing more than a dull ache. Your nose is bleeding again, more of that clotted, dark, old blood. It doesn't stop as quickly this time. Emma seems horrified when you lift yourself to your feet with her assistance.
"You-your back--how..." She begins, but is interrupted by the sobbing of the kidnapper down the road.
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You feel no pain
You are metaphorically starving.
Your chest aches
Something is wrong with your back.
You have a massive head ache
Neck:
A comfortable mesh of grey kevlar. Over Body:
A damaged, bloody, grey, armored duster, marked with symbols. 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 243/250
[1.1 credits] in local bills
Overload: Beginner. {UNUSABLE DUE TO HUNGER}
Healing Factor: Beginner. {UNUSABLE DUE TO HUNGER}
You are under contract with The Brotherhood of Scholars for twenty-five years. Grandmother(adopted): Mother Nicole, (Cordial),
--Contactable through Mail, Tyler Hop
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family
Contact, Military Trainer: Tyler Hop (Cordial)
Friend: Emma Thornton (Happy)
--Low influence with 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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