Maytea
Trouble Brewer
You were floating. Weightless, with your eyes closed and without a thought to burden your mind.
[] You were free of thoughts. (Cerebral)
[] Time was still, for once. (Impulsive)
A moment passed, then two, before the need to breathe made itself unbearable; sitting up from your prone position, your gasped for much needed air.
Sound came back and with it the cool air on your naked skin. You shivered as you opened your eyes to the din lighting of the cheap bathroom you had taken refuge into. Bland, cold and dirty, this was adjacent to small motel room where you had elected to rest last night, the main living space seen through the half opened nearby door.
Looking down, you saw the now lukewarm water of your bath now swirling around your torso. Blood was visible in fine rivulet in the water and in puddles leading from the door to the steel bathtub. Letting your eyes rove over the mess you made, your sight was inevitably drawn to the series of symbols adorning your right forearm.
[] You wished they had never been put there… (Status: Runaway Traitor)
[] You will have to hide those, and soon. (Status: Spy)
[] They were a badge of honor imprinted on your skin. (Status: Enforcer)
[] They would allow you access to the labs. (Status: Scientist)
Forcing yourself to look away and go back to the task at hand, you rid yourself of the last traces of the night on your body and stood up. Spotting a fluffy towel on the rim of the bathtub, you quickly stepped out and dried yourself.
Making your way to your room, you dressed and got ready for the day. Peeking outside, you were satisfied that…
[] The city was well on its way from recovering from the latest airstrike. (Alt History)
[] The maintenance robots were hard at work in the streets, having repaired your car during the night. (Cyberpunk)
[] The sorry business with your temporary allergy to sunlight after that last test was over with. (Biopunk)
Gathering the last few things you needed, you headed for the world outside and left behind the decrepit motel you would not bother remembering for longer than necessary.
[] You were free of thoughts. (Cerebral)
[] Time was still, for once. (Impulsive)
A moment passed, then two, before the need to breathe made itself unbearable; sitting up from your prone position, your gasped for much needed air.
Sound came back and with it the cool air on your naked skin. You shivered as you opened your eyes to the din lighting of the cheap bathroom you had taken refuge into. Bland, cold and dirty, this was adjacent to small motel room where you had elected to rest last night, the main living space seen through the half opened nearby door.
Looking down, you saw the now lukewarm water of your bath now swirling around your torso. Blood was visible in fine rivulet in the water and in puddles leading from the door to the steel bathtub. Letting your eyes rove over the mess you made, your sight was inevitably drawn to the series of symbols adorning your right forearm.
[] You wished they had never been put there… (Status: Runaway Traitor)
[] You will have to hide those, and soon. (Status: Spy)
[] They were a badge of honor imprinted on your skin. (Status: Enforcer)
[] They would allow you access to the labs. (Status: Scientist)
Forcing yourself to look away and go back to the task at hand, you rid yourself of the last traces of the night on your body and stood up. Spotting a fluffy towel on the rim of the bathtub, you quickly stepped out and dried yourself.
Making your way to your room, you dressed and got ready for the day. Peeking outside, you were satisfied that…
[] The city was well on its way from recovering from the latest airstrike. (Alt History)
[] The maintenance robots were hard at work in the streets, having repaired your car during the night. (Cyberpunk)
[] The sorry business with your temporary allergy to sunlight after that last test was over with. (Biopunk)
Gathering the last few things you needed, you headed for the world outside and left behind the decrepit motel you would not bother remembering for longer than necessary.
