You slam the syringe into your arm, jumping back from the tentacles that attempt to lash your prone form. The familiar rush burns through your veins. Your mind rushes, and your body struggles to keep up. With a twist of your wings, you rise into the air.
[19-1] You call forth your Inferno, letting it lash and shift around you. The fires burn bright, crackling with energy, and are a faint blue in the day. You focus, expanding it until it twists into a savage nimbus of writhing, luminous, blue fire. The Worm stares with a multitude of eyes, then screams at you in garbled static, lunging forth.
[20-1 vs. 16] The explosive fury of your Inferno washes over the Worm, searing and shriveling its unprotected tentacles. It draws back with a hiss, lunging with the other side-- you let yourself drop, and they whistle pointlessly overhead. You drive the Inferno forward, the Worm's armor hissing and spitting as it begins to melt. It flinches back in pain, drawing away from the fire.
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[16-1 vs. 4] It shifts back, and with twitching of its disgusting body, energy begins to spark outward from its skin. All at once, it coalesces into lightning upon one of its limbs, and it swipes at you with it. You twist away, bringing up your Inferno to burn away the offending limb even as it cackles with enough power to fry you within your armor.
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[11-1 vs. 1] The two of you swipe and stab at one another, energy flashing out into the sky from both of you as you dodge and parry each other's deadly attacks. By the end of the exchange, the earth around you sprouts fulgurite, and the mud around it is baked with scorch marks -- but so is its disgusting red flesh and twisting armor.
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[20-1 vs. 16] You begin to feel weak-- breathing hard from the exertion of dodging while using Inferno. But you have strength enough to avoid another blow and use your nimbus of fire to hack at the creature's torso savagely. It screams as you sear through armor and flesh alike, twisting away from the savage light.
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The nimbus collapses in on itself with a sudden pop, water droplets raining down to the ground. Your wings falter, drawing themselves in until you can barely maintain lift. Your stomach gurgles with hunger. Your mask is heady with the smell of iron as something streams from your eyes and nose. Blood, you are sure, from the strain.
The Worm is missing many of its tentacles, great savage gashes of burnt flesh scoring its flesh beneath the shifting armor, which, to bares signs of having been melted. But still, it lives, writhing and twisting, hissing its heavy static that jars you to your bones. It stares with triumph, no doubt, in your exertion.
[16-1] The air is filled with a sudden whistling as artillery shells rain down from behind you -- a few pass close enough to touch, and you lift yourself higher, out of the firing lines as a shell after shell explodes upon contact with the Worm. It screeches in pain as its form shudders from the impacts of explosive rounds.
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The static finally stops, as it collapses, still bombarded with shell after shell of artillery fire, until even that stops, leaving a broken and burned mess behind.
It's still alive, no doubt, as its black and gray ichor flows from its new wounds, but, from what you can tell of its biology, it's going into shock.
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You are Pheobe Gainer AKA Alphira
Local Time: [1700] 11/18/2011
Personal Time: 5 months
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.
You're stifled with your own sweat in your second skin.
A small set of seven wings bloom from your back, enough to provide you with lift.
Cohesion: 81%
You are starving.
Your muscles burn and ache with exertion
You have a pounding headache, and your nose and eyes are bleeding.
On Body: Mark 15 Battle Armor (Active, Incompatible:Override)
On Body, Beneath Armor:A black and gold armored gambeson.
On Shoulders, :A blood red half-cloak
Strapped across your chest: A worn shield belt. 0/5
Beneath your gorget: A blood red kevlar mesh.
Strapped to your shoulder: A heavy assault SMG painted gold and black.500/500
In a sheath:An inscribed bone-handled, combat long knife.
In a holster: A dull, gray las-gun pistol.250/250
In a holster:An archeotech Cutter Hilt.490/500
Ankle: A knife sheath with a well-made bone-handled stiletto within. (hidden)
In belt: 5 las-gun rifle magazines.
In satchel: Eight nutrient cubes, three auto-syringes of modified 'Ballistic', five auto-syringes of 'modified' sleeping medicine, five auto-syringes of 'modified' tranquilizers, one las-gun repair kit, with extra focusing barrels and lenses, five las-gun rifle magazines, five las-gun pistol magazines
Overload: Trained
Bird of Sol's Reign: Qualified
Conquerer's Aura: Initiated
Inferno : Adept
Healing Factor: Apprentice
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Endurance Boost: Amateur.
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Strength Boost: Amateur.
Matter Manipulation:Silicon::Competent
Skill:
Charisma: Apprentice
Skill:
Attrition Warfare: Apprentice
Skill:
Marksmanship: Proficient
[29.38 credits] in local currency.
Michael's Public House: [+.25 credits per month]
[Angel] of The Holy City State of SEED
--High Influence within its borders
--Full command of all military resources
--Assigned a personal team of researchers, medical officers, and trainers.
Grandmother(adopted), Handler: Mother Nicole Gainer
--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 Emma
--High Influence within Steelworks 9 Region
--Allied with Nicole Gainer, you
*Researching: Radio towers*
Organization: Personal Guard
--A complement of fifty-six guards, highly trained, heavily armed. Each carries a las-rifle, a las-pistol, and a personal knife. They wear Heavily Armored Crusader vests, leggings, boots and face obscuring kevlar face masks.
--Lead by Jennifer Shatterly
--??/56 Loyal, Fanatic
--??/56 Uncertain
--4/56 Defiant
--McGee Foster (Loyal)
--James Foster (Loyal)
--Erica Hail (Loyal)
--Johnathan Shellton (Loyal)
--Eric Armstrong (Loyal)
--Quincy Black (Loyal)
Organization: Thornton Mercenaries
--A complement of hulking Thornton soldiers turned into cybernetically augmented heavy-duty infantry. Equipped with fusion reactor based las-gun assault rifles, Inferno Shotguns, super thick armor, and technicians standing by. They are also equipped with inter and intra-squad radio communicators.
--Lead by William Thornton
--56/56
*Ready for extended operations*
Servant, ? ? ?: Iyal
--A mysterious Outlander woman, branded by SEED as a debt-slave. She wishes to serve you, for a better life after an attempted mugging.
*Currently assassinating key political opponents.*
Ally, Subservient: The Pontifex
--Cowed
--Church leader for the Scholars of the Holy SEED city-state.
--High Influence within its borders
--Incredibly High Influence with Zealots
--Minor feud with Crusaders
Ally, Subservient: William Thornton
Leader of the Thornton Family of Businessmen.
--Contactable in person
--High influence within the Thornton Mercenaries
--High influence within The Thornton Family
--Feared within Steelworks 9 Region
*Coordinating Thornton Family Assets*
Personal Scientist, Ally: Silas Thornton
--Contactable in person
--High influence within The Thornton Family
Contact, Military Trainer Coordinator: Tyler Hop (Cordial)
Lover, Consort: Emma Thornton
--High influence within The Thornton Family
*Currently compiling a list of SEED resources*
Pet, Threat: Mitch, the Barker
A stubby furred, stubby faced hellion of a canine that will possibly mutate in the future.
-8/50 Obedience
-?/50 Affection
-1/50 Respect
Friends(?) (Lost Contact):
-Jesse Hardhouse
-Amanda Silversmith
-John Frost
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