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[ZBridges]

"I've learned my lesson on that front.  Emma will stay by my side during this meeting, as I believe she does wield considerable influence with the Crusaders through her employment, and thus it will be helpful to have her on hand.  I will personally protect her from harm."

"As for securing loyalty, I will probably give the highest positions to members of my personal guard, who I know to be loyal.  If necessary, however, there is always the option to perform a blood transfusion."

[19_EgarAlnis]

[3]"...what's that mean, Pheobe?" William asks, glancing over his shoulder. Suddenly the room feels too small for the two of you, his willpower whipping up and around him all at once, and you're once again face to face with another predator. He's tense suddenly, a fire all too familiar gleaming in his eyes. You wonder if this is jealousy or the rebellion of an angry creation.

He lowers the gun, turning to face you in the dark. You feel yourself tensing in turn, ready for a fight as he keeps eye contact with you. "Pheobe. What do -you- mean by that?"

[ZBridges]

Oh shit...

Focus our will and send it out towards him.  "I just mean that we can gift others with our strength.  However, if it bothers you, I will refrain from doing that."

[Naturegirl1999]

Oh shit...

Focus our will and send it out towards him.  "I just mean that we can gift others with our strength.  However, if it bothers you, I will refrain from doing that."

+1

[Superdorf]

Seriously, this blood transfusion thing is bad news.

Grin wide. Let our will rise in defiance. "Only you, hm? Fair enough."
"You're right, of course. Godhood is not to be thrown away so lightly."

[19_EgarAlnis]

[6] William and you stand against each other, and while you know you're stronger than him, he holds his own. Both of you are distracted, momentarily, by the Crusader Armorer dropping to the ground. You both glance his way to find him unconscious, still breathing. Then your gazes snap together once more. You notice William shivering, but he doesn't back down. For some reason, you're reminded of looking in a mirror.

"..." William relaxes a little, turning back to the range. "For a moment, Alphira, I was worried your 'blood' might be a control mechanism. I think that would make me very mad. Very mad. I apologize for reacting defensively."

[1][8 vs 1] The rifle swings around wide, the shot following the swing, but you're already ducking down, tackling William to the ground with your shoulder. You draw out your cutter hilt in one smooth motion and hover it above his neck, the short blade singing away the top of his uniform, your's as well. You sit atop him, keeping him pinned, and he laughs. "I was actually trying to kill you. You don't control me. Good. Sorry Pheobe, I had to be sure."

[ZBridges]

"...of course.  Your support is important to me.  Now that we've established that, can I count on your continued aid?"

[Naturegirl1999]

"...of course.  Your support is important to me.  Now that we've established that, can I count on your continued aid?"

+1

[19_EgarAlnis]

"Of course." William states, looking up at you. "Now get off of me before Emma walks in and gets jealous." You hesitate, then rise. You offer him your hand, and he takes it with a grin, helping himself up. He looks a little smug as he examines the cracked rifle and you turn the cutter blade off. He starts towards the armory, before pausing by the unconscious armorer. "What happened to him?" He asks, nudging the man with his boot.

[Superdorf]

Heh, I misunderstood the situation there. That wasn't new William angry at the thought of somebody else sharing his power-- that was old William, afraid we'd put him in some kind of mind lock. No wonder he wheeled on us.

Also, we have a knockout ability now. Beautiful.


"I think... we overwhelmed him. Pushing at each others' wills that way. I've never done that before."

[ZBridges]

Heh, I misunderstood the situation there. That wasn't new William angry at the thought of somebody else sharing his power-- that was old William, afraid we'd put him in a mind lock. No wonder he wheeled on us.

Also, we have a knockout ability now. Beautiful.


"I think... we overwhelmed him. Pushing at each others' wills that way. I've never done that before."

+1. Take him to medical.

[19_EgarAlnis]

"...have you ever tried before?" William asks, watching you lift the Crusader Armorer to your shoulders in a rough fireman's carry. He sets the broken gun down on the weapon exchange stoop, positioning it in such a way that the liquid coolant drips out on to the floor. No help is offered as you head outside of the darkened room, towards the general medical bay.

"No." You admit, after some hesitation.

"That's powerful, if it works on everybody." William says. "I've...noticed some changes in regard to how people treat me. Before the transfusion, that armorer wouldn't give me the time of day. Everything was paperwork, I had to have a permission slip from Emma, blah blah blah. When the changes finally kicked in...he started acting nicer to me. Helping me out. Letting me use guns without a form. That kind of thing. Nothing major, of course."

"Maybe it only works with the two of us. Our collective field pushing at one another causing him to black out." He finally offers, as he splits off from you. "See you on the ship."

You arrive in medical and deposit the Crusader Armorer to a medic. He's going to be okay, just fainting, you're assured. They ask what happened, and you gloss over the important parts.

You have three hours before Emma and you are to go out on the town.

[ZBridges]

Maybe take another attempt at checking on the armor.

[Superdorf]

"Maybe. Alphira probably knows."

[19_EgarAlnis]

[12 vs 7] You heave a sigh of reluctance that confuses the medic, and excuse yourself. Every step towards McFee's workshop drags on. Maybe its because you're literally dragging yourself to do this. Regardless, you greet McFee cheerfully, and reach out to touch the armor. You slip on the unbroken glove, then the damaged pieces.

[16] You activate the needles, and the armor awakens. You start feeling hungry, and the armor begins to creak, fusing together the faults and damages. The breaks and damages seal in it, slowly filling with the black metal before gold overcomes it. You see no marks, and remove the mended pieces. You keep a glove on, ignoring that mixed feeling of disgust and comfort it radiates.

[Good Local Afternoon Sadil-- Sadil. You have abnormal readings within your processing and identity cores.]

And with one final sigh, you embrace yourself, allowing the information you know as fact to flow into you. Acknowledging what you were trying to hide. There's something wrong with you. You feel it in your bones. Pulsing pain that nothing can dampen.


W͛ͤ̓̀ͭ̓͏̪̳h̶̡̲̖ͭ̈́̽ͮ̎̀ā̸̡͎̮̫̘̥̠͎̖̩̋̓͒ͨ̑t͚̣̼̪͆ͬ̆̆.̌̍̾̄ͩ̽̈͟͡҉̦̞͚̬̥̘̩.͓̼̥͕͕̗͉͍̣͊ͯ̊̓͊̿́͞.̨̹͕̣̠̼͓̜̩̭̔ͭ͢w̧̹͓ͪͪ̋͢h̶͖̰̥̻̤͖ͮ̈́͒̋ͬ̑ͦá̳̲̟̪͔̤̕͡t̸̴̛̺̜̼̫̉̂ ̤̫̞̳͛͗ͥ̄̀i͕̥͓̻̼͆ͨͩͬ̇͋̆ͪͨś̟̦̠̝͓̝̹͚ͥ͂͒ͯͅ ̛̙̒̐̓̈̎t̟̺͂̄̍ͩ͘͢h͇̗͍̣̳̞̜ͯͦ̉̒́̔ͦ͜i̪͈̗̺̳̱̋̄ͩͥͭ͊̀͠s̫̼͋ͣͣ̆ͩ̊ͤͬ͜.͆ͦ̓̏͒͏̜͎͎ ̨͚̪̬̫̗̹ͭ̅ͫͪ̇̈̆͝͝ͅP͖̱̼̣̪̱̭̈̏ͧ̍̍̀ả̵͊̐̌ͨ͆͌̚͢ͅt̴̸̻̖̰͙̫̝̦̃̊̋̅ͅc͓͙̰̝͙ͬͤ͠h̭͇͚̉͐̍ͧ̾ͦ͊͐̽e͕̦̜̠̞̤̾͋͒̉ͣ̿̎ͧs͉̖̳̥̼̓̌͗̎ͨ̓̋ͭ̇?̡̹̀̊ͣ

Spoiler: Status (click to show/hide)

You are Pheobe Gainer AKA Alphira
Local Time: [2030] 10/23/2011
Personal Time: >4 months
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.


You feel faintly disgusted comfortable.

Y̴̳̜͙̳̘̦͈̳͉̣̪̟̮̱͕͚͉͍̽̉̃̂͋͂ơͦ͗ͦ̆͒̇̅̽̅̇̑ͩͣ̓̎ͫ͊̇҉̵̣͓̫͉̤̥̦͜u̟͇̤̱̰̜̭͖͍̫̣̯̒́ͮ̓̊͊͜ ̨̛̛͓͉̻͎̜͕̣̲̆̈̊ͦ̓͋̿ͤ͐ā̸̢͍̰̦͖ͮ̋͌ͯ̍ͧ͆̇̈̀ͧ͢͟ͅr̛͆ͪ̾ͨ͑̄̂͛̋̏̂ͧͩͫ͘͡͏̥͕̼̼͇̪̦͢e̷̡̪̣͉̳̟̲͇̝͖ͫ͛͌̃̀̽ͬͪ̆͡ͅͅ ̸̶̙̲͚̤̹̼̥͂̏͆̋̍͛ͩ͊͋̍ͣ͑ͪ̆̚i̢ͨͥͦͥ͊̑͝҉҉͈̥̬̥̫̞̞̻̣ņ̶̸̠͔̔ͥ̾̑̎ͨ͐̽́́ͅf̴̫̺͖̭͔͍͕̟̟̟̟̓̾͋ͪ͋̏ͥ̑͘͟͟͞ͅe̸͊ͨͮ̋͂̎ͩ̉͒͏̡͔͈̩̼̗͙̘̰͠ͅç̧̛̝͎͎͖͈͈͖̘͍͕͙̦͚̭̫͉̣̑ͣ̊͌̇̏͗ͬ̄̑̄̊́͘ṭ̵̣̲̝̻̟͓̲͍̤̩̳̲̤̱̻̱̣̒ͨͬ̂̃ͧ̎ͥͪ͒̆̿̾̇ͫ̑͊ͮ́̚̕e̴̦̪̹̣̠̰̻̟͎̻̭̠̮̥̙̟̯ͥ̆͑̐́͐̾͛ͥ̐̍͂͞d̵̷̫̘̩̥̗͇̤͙̦̤̱̠̠͙̩̩̬̲̲͌͆̌͛̔̒̿̋ͣ́͞.̧ͯ̓̀ͩ͗̈́̈́̀ͥ͆͌̿͐̚͡͏͖͉̖̟̫̙̹̺͔̟̲̞̠

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Torso:A fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves.
Lower Body: New grey semi-formal, military-style pants.
In a holster:An archeotech Cutter Hilt.490/500
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 and Skills (click to show/hide)

M̋̌͆̚͟͏͚̻̱̳̖̼̰ẹ̸͈̪͚̹ͩ͛͞m͖͌̅ͧ̿ͥͨ̚o̩͙̭̫̻̥̖̱͛ͭ͆ͨ̄ͨ̿̀̀rͮ̅̀͂̂ͨ͌҉͏̺̖̟i̸̜̮̳̾e̢̞̤͚̤̬̘͌͂̔̄̿̕s̛̬̱͙͉̊ͭ͟ ̭̘͈͇̬̜͍̹̈́̍ͯ͂̀iͧ͌̔̽͏͇̺̬̹ṅ̷̵̙̄ ͉̹͙ͥͫ̓ͣͣͩ͊̌́t̥̻̮̾̓ͣ̈́͟͞ḧ̵̖̻́ͭ̿ͨ̐e̙̦͓̝͈̝̬̩̯͐͂͐ͬ̿̀ ̥͚͎̱̠ͪ̄̿̓ͫD̸̘͕̠̝̓̈̾͂ͅaͯ̃̋̍ͧ͗͠͏̤̗̖̣͉̣͠ř̗͈̩͉̺̩̼͕͆́̿̎̏̀k̭͚̞̙͇̍́ͣ̽͠.̬̲̩̟̩̮̰͆̐̌ͫ̃̎́

Spoiler: Contracts (click to show/hide)

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

Spoiler: Ties (click to show/hide)

[Angel] of The Holy City State of SEED
D̷̥̹̦̹͇͚͔ͭ͊͐̄̋͐̃̉ͪ́͊ͤ͊ͤ̅̂̄́̚e͆̄ͣ̏̕҉̵̵͎̟̦̪̹̜̹̦̠̳͖͖̮͔̻̗̹͔͉a̷͎̪̘̼̘̪̻̩͖͂̂̉͊̊ͦ̉́̔́̀͞ͅḏ̷̨̺̭̥͎̝͈̹͎͙͕̔͆͗͐̇͌̐̔ͬͣͨ͠ͅͅͅ

Grandmother(adopted), Handler: Mother Nicole Gainer
D̷̥̹̦̹͇͚͔ͭ͊͐̄̋͐̃̉ͪ́͊ͤ͊ͤ̅̂̄́̚e͆̄ͣ̏̕҉̵̵͎̟̦̪̹̜̹̦̠̳͖͖̮͔̻̗̹͔͉a̷͎̪̘̼̘̪̻̩͖͂̂̉͊̊ͦ̉́̔́̀͞ͅḏ̷̨̺̭̥͎̝͈̹͎͙͕̔͆͗͐̇͌̐̔ͬͣͨ͠ͅͅͅ

Organization: The Thornton Family
D̷̥̹̦̹͇͚͔ͭ͊͐̄̋͐̃̉ͪ́͊ͤ͊ͤ̅̂̄́̚e͆̄ͣ̏̕҉̵̵͎̟̦̪̹̜̹̦̠̳͖͖̮͔̻̗̹͔͉a̷͎̪̘̼̘̪̻̩͖͂̂̉͊̊ͦ̉́̔́̀͞ͅḏ̷̨̺̭̥͎̝͈̹͎͙͕̔͆͗͐̇͌̐̔ͬͣͨ͠ͅͅͅ

Organization: Personal Guard
D̷̥̹̦̹͇͚͔ͭ͊͐̄̋͐̃̉ͪ́͊ͤ͊ͤ̅̂̄́̚e͆̄ͣ̏̕҉̵̵͎̟̦̪̹̜̹̦̠̳͖͖̮͔̻̗̹͔͉a̷͎̪̘̼̘̪̻̩͖͂̂̉͊̊ͦ̉́̔́̀͞ͅḏ̷̨̺̭̥͎̝͈̹͎͙͕̔͆͗͐̇͌̐̔ͬͣͨ͠ͅͅͅ

Organization: Thornton Mercenaries
D̷̥̹̦̹͇͚͔ͭ͊͐̄̋͐̃̉ͪ́͊ͤ͊ͤ̅̂̄́̚e͆̄ͣ̏̕҉̵̵͎̟̦̪̹̜̹̦̠̳͖͖̮͔̻̗̹͔͉a̷͎̪̘̼̘̪̻̩͖͂̂̉͊̊ͦ̉́̔́̀͞ͅḏ̷̨̺̭̥͎̝͈̹͎͙͕̔͆͗͐̇͌̐̔ͬͣͨ͠ͅͅͅ

Ally, Superior: The Pontifex
D̷̥̹̦̹͇͚͔ͭ͊͐̄̋͐̃̉ͪ́͊ͤ͊ͤ̅̂̄́̚e͆̄ͣ̏̕҉̵̵͎̟̦̪̹̜̹̦̠̳͖͖̮͔̻̗̹͔͉a̷͎̪̘̼̘̪̻̩͖͂̂̉͊̊ͦ̉́̔́̀͞ͅḏ̷̨̺̭̥͎̝͈̹͎͙͕̔͆͗͐̇͌̐̔ͬͣͨ͠ͅͅͅ

Ally, Subservient: Captain Zachary McKinney
D̷̥̹̦̹͇͚͔ͭ͊͐̄̋͐̃̉ͪ́͊ͤ͊ͤ̅̂̄́̚e͆̄ͣ̏̕҉̵̵͎̟̦̪̹̜̹̦̠̳͖͖̮͔̻̗̹͔͉a̷͎̪̘̼̘̪̻̩͖͂̂̉͊̊ͦ̉́̔́̀͞ͅḏ̷̨̺̭̥͎̝͈̹͎͙͕̔͆͗͐̇͌̐̔ͬͣͨ͠ͅͅͅ

Ally, Subservient: William Thornton
D̷̥̹̦̹͇͚͔ͭ͊͐̄̋͐̃̉ͪ́͊ͤ͊ͤ̅̂̄́̚e͆̄ͣ̏̕҉̵̵͎̟̦̪̹̜̹̦̠̳͖͖̮͔̻̗̹͔͉a̷͎̪̘̼̘̪̻̩͖͂̂̉͊̊ͦ̉́̔́̀͞ͅḏ̷̨̺̭̥͎̝͈̹͎͙͕̔͆͗͐̇͌̐̔ͬͣͨ͠ͅͅͅ

Personal Scientist, Ally: Silas Thornton
D̷̥̹̦̹͇͚͔ͭ͊͐̄̋͐̃̉ͪ́͊ͤ͊ͤ̅̂̄́̚e͆̄ͣ̏̕҉̵̵͎̟̦̪̹̜̹̦̠̳͖͖̮͔̻̗̹͔͉a̷͎̪̘̼̘̪̻̩͖͂̂̉͊̊ͦ̉́̔́̀͞ͅḏ̷̨̺̭̥͎̝͈̹͎͙͕̔͆͗͐̇͌̐̔ͬͣͨ͠ͅͅͅ

Contact, Military Trainer Coordinator: Tyler Hop (Cordial)
D̷̥̹̦̹͇͚͔ͭ͊͐̄̋͐̃̉ͪ́͊ͤ͊ͤ̅̂̄́̚e͆̄ͣ̏̕҉̵̵͎̟̦̪̹̜̹̦̠̳͖͖̮͔̻̗̹͔͉a̷͎̪̘̼̘̪̻̩͖͂̂̉͊̊ͦ̉́̔́̀͞ͅḏ̷̨̺̭̥͎̝͈̹͎͙͕̔͆͗͐̇͌̐̔ͬͣͨ͠ͅͅͅ

Lover, Adjutant: Emma Thornton
D̷̥̹̦̹͇͚͔ͭ͊͐̄̋͐̃̉ͪ́͊ͤ͊ͤ̅̂̄́̚e͆̄ͣ̏̕҉̵̵͎̟̦̪̹̜̹̦̠̳͖͖̮͔̻̗̹͔͉a̷͎̪̘̼̘̪̻̩͖͂̂̉͊̊ͦ̉́̔́̀͞ͅḏ̷̨̺̭̥͎̝͈̹͎͙͕̔͆͗͐̇͌̐̔ͬͣͨ͠ͅͅͅ

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