(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/Firefly_RPG_Hope.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Hope Diamond, Scoundrel</span></span><br/>Plot points: 2<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attributes:<br/>Mental D8<br/>Physical D6<br/>Social D10<br/><br/>Skills (Specialties):<br/>Craft D6<br/>Fly D6<br/>Focus D6<br/>Know D8 (Streetwise)<br/>Influence D10<br/>Notice D8<br/>Operate D6<br/>Perform D10 (Showmanship)<br/>Sneak D8<br/>Trick D12 (Fast Talk, Sleight of Hand)<br/><br/>Distinctions:<br/>Alluring D8<br/>Forked Tongue D8<br/>Things Don't Go Smooth D8<br/><br/>Signature Assets:<br/>Spartacus the Parrot D6<br/>Mother's Necklace D6<br/></div></div><br/><br/>Hope's face slowly hardened into a false shell of a smile while Clay spoke.  Betrayal could still surprise her, apparently, no matter how many times she felt the knife dig into her back.  What did he want - for her to walk over to the 'regular' people with the bloodlust and the hammer to explain how their money just fell into her pocket?  She'd end up with her own hand on the table.  He could stuff his damn ship if that's what he expected.  She wasn't a trained monkey to dance only when he played and sit in a cage when he was done with her.<br/><br/>No need to say all that, though.  Instead she just laughed, good natured and amused, at the poor joke.  "Oh, please, Clay.  How many bodies did you leave behind on the last job?  A couple busted fingers is a nicety to a shallow grave, and will teach a lesson to avoid cheating at card games."  Go straight?  What in blazes was he talking about?  She was quite sure she hadn't said such a thing - it would involve admitting to lying and cheating, which was something she never did.  Clay seemed to be mistaking his own guilt for hers.  She was surrounded by men who made a living killing, stealing, and cheating one another while somehow convincing themselves all the 'bad guys' deserved it, like they didn't have morals or sweethearts or kids hiding in the cellar while the bombs dropped.  They lied to themselves, pretending they were the white knight when everybody's soul was black, but they were only fooling themselves.<br/><br/>When Eli got up she tried to call him back, but it was difficult to do much without making their whole table involved and this entire fiasco was turning to shit already.