You glanced across the room to Anne's vacant bed as you briefly considered making your point by climbing into it and going back to sleep, yet, you had to admit, breakfast did sound like a good idea right now. You couldn't remember the last time you had been able to get up for a morning meal like this without any worry or threat troubling you.
There was nothing you had to worry about now, other than simply enjoying life, making the most of every day as it came to you. You no longer needed to make weapons of war, you no longer needed to design body armour, you no longer needed to worry about fighting anything more sentient than the things that went bump in the night.
The future was starting to look bright.
You slipped from your bed as you grabbed the replacement clothing that you had been given by the Technomancers upon your return before heading towards the bathroom. Running water was a wonderful thing, and this place had it both hot and cold. That was the one thing that had truly bothered you about being imprisoned by the Enlightened, the fact that you had no longer been able to wash. The torture attempts were weak, the threats they made laughable and their impotent rage had amused you. It was hard to believe that they were the same organisation that people feared so much, the same people the Clockworkers shot on sight and dragged off to imprison.
Piercing blue eyes gazed back at you from the mirror as you set about scrubbing your face, a face that bore not even the faintest hint of stubble. You knew that those eyes had seen many things over the years, things that were locked away in your memories, things that you knew painted a picture of a man who strove to do good. There was pain in them too, pain in the oceans of blue that were your eyes.
Your hand reached towards the mirror, fingers tracing over the surface of it as you stared at your reflection, as you watched it start to mouth something, your hand moving back to your face as you pressed pressed it to your lips. The reflection in the mirror didn't follow this motion, instead it continued to mouth the same words, a voice that you recognised as your own whispering, steadily growing in volume as it became audiable.
"You must awaken, you must remember," came those words over and over again.
Those words filled you with an inexplicable sense of dread, the tone of them one tinged with urgency, with fear. You shook your head as you felt yourself growing dizzy, your eyes leaving the mirror for the briefest of moments only to find as you turned your attention back to it, your reflection no longer moved at its own accord.
You had been trying to remember who you were, what you were, the life you had lived since you had awakened in captivity. Was this a sign that your memories were fighting to surface, a trick of the mind or did it overshadow something more sinister?
You finished washing as you told yourself that right now, you didn't care. Right now, you had breakfast to prepare, right now, you were going to cook a meal that would make kings weep with its simple majesty. You dressed and made your way out of the room, a glance in Anne's direction showing that she was sprawled out in your bed, her face buried in the pillows while her soft breathing betrayed how she was asleep.
Boot clad feet sent echoes down the passage ways that connected the dorms as you made your way to the stairwell that lead up and out of the dorms, pondering if it was time now to inquire about a room with a view, a room that wasn't situated below ground. You had to renegotiate the terms of your membership too, as you were not going to allow them to continue to possess everything you invented.
Not when you could use your own inventions to fund a comfortable life, maybe even allowing you to buy your own house so you could settle down somewhere out of earshot of the guild house. You headed towards the kitchens as you left the dorms, knowing that even the most cantankerous cook would dare not get under your feet.
Once within the kitchen walls your very presence had the cooks on duty give you a wide berth, not wanting to get in your way for fear that you, the immortal that they all knew about, would take offence to their very existance. You grabbed eggs, you grabbed bacon, you prepared a simple breakfast in a frying pan that had even the worried looking cook's mouths watering from the scent that it gave off.
You made your way back to your room quickly one you had plated up and covered your breakfast, hurrying along as you held the tray that the two plates sat upon down the various hallways that lead to your room. Various heads turned as they caught the scent of your breakfast, mouths watered and guild members started on their way towards the kitchens and dining hall. You almost grinned, as you knew that the cooks were going to get a few demands for eggs and bacon this morning thanks to you.
Anne almost snatched her plate from you as you settled down on the edge of bed, immediately starting to eat her breakfast as you slipped your boots off, her eyes falling on your plate as she clearly considered her odds of getting away with taking your breakfast too. As you moved your boots out of the way, Anne made a grab for your plate, freezing as you turned to look at her.
"You're not going to stop me... Are you fattening me up?" she asked, as she saw no change in your expression.
"You're onto me, this was going to be your last meal before I ate you. It's how I stay young."
"Oh, very funny," Anne huffed as she passed the plate back, though her eyes remained on the food for a long moment afterwards.
"I was serious, you know."
"Liar," she retorted, rolling over onto her back as she slipped back beneath the covers. "So, what plans do you have today, besides eating my face?" she asked, turning her attention back to you as she watched you tucking into your breakfast.Earth: 5 - (Resiliance)
Fire: 5 - (Marksman)
Air: 7 - (Tactics)
Water: 5 - (Reading People)
Powers:
0 - Ageless.
You have all of eternity to complete your tasks, forever in your prime.
1 (f) - Quickened Healing.
Seven fold is your natural recovery rate increased.
2 (fm) - Unkillable.
Death cannot claim you. Injury, poison, disease and the like still have their effects however, along with their associated downtime.
2 (fv) - Presence of the Immortal.
The presence of eternity can be an awe inspiring thing, yet you are able to inspire more than simple awe.
Points Pool: 0
Worn Shirt (White)
Workers Trousers (Black)
Heavy Boots (Brown)
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