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Voting closed: January 04, 2021, 02:28:47 am

[Superdorf]

In your other hand, you realize, is a shimmering dagger of glass, stained with blood. "You killed the guard with that." Emma quietly offers your role, "But not before blacking out and unleashing a firestorm to protect me."

[ZBridges]

Right, that's the cover story.  But that isn't what actually transpired.

[Superdorf]

...how'd we wind up clutching a perfectly-formed shard of blood-stained glass then? Am I missing something here?

[ZBridges]

It's a glass dagger rather than a shard of glass, I believe.  Someone probably put it in our hand while we were dead to the world.  Note that Emma says that that's our "role" to play, and it's placed just after the cover story that the Pontifex is telling to the guards.

[ZBridges]

To clear it up: how many deaths were there, and what were the causes of these deaths?

[19_EgarAlnis]

One death, former guard, shot in the head by The Pontifex after said guard seized Emma. Possible containment protocol.

[20]After shaking yourself out of it, Emma lifts you to your feet, and she catches you staring at the dagger with a mild sense of confusion. With a slow glance around, she explains in a gentle whisper, "You...you made that from the glass you shattered." She explains, softly, moving to gently take it from your hand. "The Pontifex took it from you when you were all...weird, stabbed the body and handed it back."

"Apparently you having weapons not given to you breaks 'containment'. That's what he said. Unless it was in self-defense...he didn't want to explain more."

An impulse strikes you, and you turn away from the officers and Pontifex. The equation is fresh in your mind. You can do this, you can do this...and you do.

There's no light show, no fancy effects---the dagger simply begins to shift, coiling in around itself, the blood dripping off to the ground.

Within your hands by the end of it is a glass flower, that besides the lack of color, looks exactly like the ones from the fallow spring fields at the Academy. You hesitate, before handing it to Emma, suddenly sheepish. A mantra begins to dig itself into your brain, some old survival technique.


I'm not Alphira. You repeat this to yourself as the two of you set off. You're quiet, at first, but eventually, the two of you chat a little about what happened. It isn't a comfortable talk, but it clears the air. The walk is indeed lovely and calming, and your mind drifts into relaxation. You both drink when you arrive at the restaurant, your guard surreptitiously seated one table away, where she actually takes off the kevlar and pretends to enjoy herself.

Her rifle isn't that far away.

[18]But what's important is that you and Emma genuinely enjoy yourself, and, true to what she says, you have to take a swish of wine before you can kiss her.

When you arrive back at your compound, Emma is an adorable mess, bragging about the flower to the guard, who listens in stoic patience.

Mother Nicole is the first one that greets you, wrapping you in a tight hug that threatens to break bones. "Pheobe, I'm so sorry--- I thought he could be trusted-- I don't understand why he would...Pheobe, please, I'm sorry."

[15] "Mother Nicole...we would just like to relax together if that's okay?" Emma asks, saving you from further questions, continuing, gently, "It wasn't your fault. You did everything right."

She lets you go with an awkward tousle of your hair, content for the moment to let you rest.


You lay in bed. Emma sleeps next to you, still dressed, having fallen asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, and you're left alone with your thoughts.

Spoiler: Status (click to show/hide)

You are Pheobe Gainer AKA Alphira
Local Time: 2:30 am 6/15/2011

You have a mild headache.
You're rebuilding muscle definition.
You are full

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Over a Chair, Nearby;A brand new, black silk greatcoat.
Torso:A fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves.
Lower Body: New grey semi-formal, military style pants.
Hands: A pair of leather gloves.
Feet: Woolen socks(hidden)
Feet: A pair of new leather boots.

Spoiler: Wealth (click to show/hide)

[100 credits] in local currency.

Spoiler: Powers (click to show/hide)

Overload: Amateur. 
Healing Factor: Amateur.
-Endurance Boost: Beginner.

Spoiler: Contracts (click to show/hide)

You are under contract with The Brotherhood of Scholars for twenty-three years.

Spoiler: Relationships (click to show/hide)

[Angel] of The Holy City State of SEED
--High Influence within its borders
--Full command of all military resources, as approved by Crusader General
--Full command of all military resources, in emergency situations
--Assigned a personal team of researchers, medical officers and trainers.

Grandmother(adopted): Mother Nicole Gainer, (Beloved),
--Contactable in person.
--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 Coordinater: Tyler Hop (Cordial)

Lover/Adjutant: Emma Thornton (Contet-Exhausted)
--Low influence within The Thornton Family

Friends(?) (Lost Contact):
-McGee Foster
-James Foster
-Johnathan Shellton
-Jesse Hardhouse
-Erica Hail
-Amanda Silversmith
-'Other' Eric Armstrong
-John Frost
-Quincy Black

[ZBridges]

That's a pleasant way to pass the rest of the day.  We got confirmation that we didn't hurt anyone, just broke the glass case, so we should take that into account when negotiating with Alphira.

Thanks for your help earlier.  Can we talk about when and how you should have control?  That's something that I think we should consider.

[King Zultan]

That's a pleasant way to pass the rest of the day.  We got confirmation that we didn't hurt anyone, just broke the glass case, so we should take that into account when negotiating with Alphira.

Thanks for your help earlier.  Can we talk about when and how you should have control?  That's something that I think we should consider.

+1

[19_EgarAlnis]

Should it? I didn't kill anybody--it was your guard's fault he got twitchy. The anger sears to the surface burning with indignation. You sigh, and leave the bed, taking a calming walk towards the empty training room. You sit down on the bench and adjust your boots.

I'm keeping my word here, Patches, and you're the one who keeps coming to me with questions. I'm content to sleep my days away until the...VOID lets me take full control.

[ZBridges]

Sure, and I'll keep my word as well, but you can't do that if we're dead.  The more you help us in tight situations, the greater the likelihood that you'll actually see the day that you take full control.  Think of it like an investment.

Similarly, if we fight with each other for control, we'll end up where we were last time, nearly dead.  If we can iron this out, we won't risk damaging the body beyond repair.

[King Zultan]

Sure, and I'll keep my word as well, but you can't do that if we're dead.  The more you help us in tight situations, the greater the likelihood that you'll actually see the day that you take full control.  Think of it like an investment.

Similarly, if we fight with each other for control, we'll end up where we were last time, nearly dead.  If we can iron this out, we won't risk damaging the body beyond repair.

+1

[19_EgarAlnis]

How about this then, stop calling on me until you need me! I'm not a dog, I'm not a slave. If you want me, then you should ask me. I'll even ignore those pissants who keep using my name, how about that? You begin to jog around the track, feeling increasingly awkward during your mental conversations. You're concerned you're insane, but everything is too logical, too orderly to be insanity. You think.

[Naturegirl1999]

Understood, I’m sorry about that

What do we say to the angel? Anything?
((I put light blue text to indicate that if we talk to the angel in us, that can be the color we use))

[Superdorf]

Aw man we didn't kill anybody. That's... a tremendous relief.

What do we say to the angel? Anything?
((I put light blue text to indicate that if we talk to the angel in us, that can be the color we use))

I'm not sure we have an "angelic" alter ego. We've got VOID and Alphira, and that's all I've seen.
If we do wind up talking to VOID, I'd be inclined to use z̴̥̳̚ả̶͔̦̓l̴̤̃̉g̴̛̪̭̔ọ̵̚ text for the purpose-- but we'll figure that out when the time comes.

Understood, I’m sorry about that

+1

Look... I was scared of what you might have done when I wasn't watching, but you really were magnificent back there. You say you can make a god of us? I'm listening.

Just, please... don't shatter the life we've made for ourselves here. I need this.

[ZBridges]

I think she was referring to the VOID.  It might be interesting to get its opinion on this.

D̶̼̫̝̪͈̙̘̥͇̊̆̂͜ǫ̸̯̅͂͊̑̆̿́̅̅̚͝ ̶̡̧̦̦͉̣̞̯̝̥͙̱̗̏̾͑̎͛̔̕͝y̴̨̛̛̭͓͚͈̭̍̈́̎̈́̆̏̆̿͑́͐͗̓̍ơ̷̧̤̗͍̍͜ú̵̯̼̥̊͊̋̔̿͆́̾͂́̈́̉̇͗̽͘ ̷̡̰̪̬̖͙͕̝̯̪͔͉̣̻̔̀́̾ḩ̷͕̯͈̞̠͈̺̌ḁ̷̫͇̜͎̼̽͌͊̈́̋̐̈̚v̷̨͇̻̭͇̊͊̇̀̀̌̏̈̄̂̀̑͝͝é̴͚̪̦͔̬̓̑̓̋͂͝͝ ̷̡͈̟͕͍̰̑̇̓̃̉ẫ̶͈̑͆͛͑̋̋̇̀̇̕͘̕͜͝n̷̨̢̺̜͚̮͎͚̥͓͕̳̿̅͠ͅy̷͍̮͍̠̱̠̰̩̩͍̟͐͊t̵͉̮̪̔̎̈̄̈́̅h̸̪̪̠̘̩̭̤̀̽̐͊͜ị̷̧̤͓̞͍̯̤̤̭͍̞̾̅̈́͒͋̔͋́̔͜n̷͚̜̩͇̲̂͑̄̀̅͐͝g̸͙̪̥͖͋̾̀̄̔́̂̐́̄͋̏̏̕͝ ̸̛͈̫̘̙̮̺͖̰͚͆̽̉̓̇̓̒̏̃̌̓̍̈ͅt̷͈̗̞̤͈̗̪͉͆̀͒̿͜ớ̵̘̞͓͆̅̉̐̓͑̋̑̀̅̑̾̍ ̸̛̗̱͓͕̳̼͉̣̩̠̘̓́̇͐̈́̊́̂̄̊̊̇͘͘a̸̡̡̨̩̼̝̥̼̰͈̥̫͉̰̥̘͝d̴̡̠̦̳͎͉͔̜͔̼̠̘͈̱̥̆̂̈́̃ͅd̴̢̻̘̞͍̙̯̞̾͒̀̋̑̿̄̓͝͝?̴̘͖͚̝̹̲͌̓̇̋̃̆̋̂͋̚̚͝͝͠