"Well now... I'm stronger than I look, quick on the uptake, and willing to kill." You grin, and William leans forward. "Nothing special, but I imagine I'll keep pace with any of your hired soldiers just fine." William raises his brow, then looks over between you and one of his soldiers.
"Maybe you could." He scratches at his face, unconvinced.
"Or, how would you like me to sneak in and put a hole in the head of your quarry before you level the place, so you know for sure he's dead without having to stay longer than you need to?"
That gets a reaction out of him, and he stares intently at you. He explains, slowly and deliberately, his permanent smile fading. "When Families like ours go to war, Phebe, we don't half-ass it. There are long histories of blood feuds that the Scholars never recorded. All because a family didn't have the guts to finish the job. If you do anything with us, I want you to remember this-- we kill them all. Daughters, sons, babies, children. All of them. It doesn't matter. Tonight the Moore family dies out."
[1] William gestures at Gem, who draws out a folder from her backpack. He looks through it with a crooked smile. "Moore recently remarried. His beautiful young wife had a bouncing baby boy about two months ago." He peels the cork from the vodka, downing a slug and turning his gaze back to you. Emma shifts uncomfortably, looking down.
"Please don't." Emma murmurs, hesitantly, earning her a scowl from William.
"She volunteered." William retorts, "Blood for blood. She'll earn a thorn if she does. Daddy will be happy with you. too, Emma, having found someone to do what you could never do." Emma looks like she's just been struck, but doesn't say a word. "You take down the prominent members of the Moore family, and you'll be considered part of the Family."
[1] Emma doesn't say anything else, merely reaching over to squeeze your arm.
"It's a damn good idea, Pheobe." William states, taking another shot. "I can get you some Ballistic to help take the edge off the killings, too, if you need it."
The server interrupts your conversation, offering a dessert of fresh [fruit] and soft cheeses.
You are Pheobe Gainer.
Local Time: 20:15, 1/2/2010
You are peckish
Your back is healing.
You have a headache
Neck:
A comfortable mesh of grey kevlar. Over Body:
A 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 240/250
[1.1 credits] in local bills
Overload: Beginner.
Healing Factor: Beginner.
You are under contract with The Brotherhood of Scholars for twenty-four 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 (?)
--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)