Fun fact, in an alternate timeline he rolled a nat 20 and you rolled a 2-1.
[16]"That was our Ballistic." William laughs, scratching at his scruffy chin with the lip of the bottle, "He got the recipe from one of our scientists." He ticks his head out the door, "We leveled the lab, though. My only concern is if he sent the recipe to whatever businessmen he called his friends."
He laughs, "We also have those routes into the City. It's not hard to find a smuggler. It's funny how he tried to negotiate with that, though." He ignores you confirming that it was Moore who organized the kidnapping, not commenting, besides for a brief sour look that crosses his fair features. He's all smiles, seemingly satisfied with the day's events-- until you speak again, slurring together a disorganized sentence.
[15]"Well, there's the little issue of a huge freakin' hole in the wall of the upstairs office. You obviously used the det-pack on the cannon, so I'm just wondering how you did that. Not to mention you put away enough food for about three people just now...you ain't got a scratch on you, besides for y'know, the mystery blood leaking from every orifice of your face." William shrugs his shoulders, leaning forward on the bartop and setting his pistol down, "I'm a curious guy. Like to investigate curious circumstances. Currently, that's you." He lifts a hand, waving it away, "I think I have an idea, but I'd like to hear it from you before jumping to conclusions."
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 are satiated.
Head/Face:
A bloody mesh of grey kevlar. 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
Over Shoulder: 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)