"That sounds awful." Emma takes a sip of tea, offering, "I"m just glad my dad doesn't have pull like that with the Scholars. I think I'd go insane."
The rest of your meal passes with idle chitchat about classes and scores, or about what your friends did, or what they're going to do. You manage to polish off most of the cake, with Emma watching with an amused smile. The baker returns, brushing off his hands and standing almost at attention in front of Emma and your table.
"Was everything good?" He asks, politely, and you both agree it was delicious and very well made. He gives a genuine smile, murmuring about how he made the cake.
"So, what do I owe you?" Emma asks, with a charming smile.
"Nothing for you, Miss Thornton." The baker is quick to reply, glancing to you warily.
Emma's smile fades, and she repeats herself, letting her annoyance show. The baker stutters, providing a reasonable price. Emma pays extra, handing him a wad of bills she pulls from her cloak.
"T-thank you Miss Thornton."
Emma gives another smile and rises to her feet. You follow, giving the baker an easy smile.
"I hate that!" Emma vents to you as soon as you leave the bakery, stepping into the cold night air. Snow has started to fall on the town, but, you note with comfort, there's a patrol of Crusaders making their way down the street. Your fellow students are still on the streets, some drunk, some sober. "Everyone did that back home, too! I don't need free things, and they're attempt at respect just makes me upset."
"Now I have to deal with this here!" She pouts, brushing some crumbs from her robe and straightening it out. "Want to go get a drink or something, Pheobe?"
You are Pheobe Gainer.
Local Time: 6:40pm 1/3/2010
You have an slight headache.
You are satiated.
In pocket:
A bloody mesh of grey kevlar. Over Body:
A grey, armored duster, marked with symbols. (hidden)
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 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)