<strong>Character Name</strong>: Emerald Dante<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Small Barge along the Thames.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everybody<br/><br/><br/>Emerald's first thoughts came to her as she hung from the railing of her barge, throwing up her not quite digested breakfast into the Thames with more vigor than she felt at the moment. She was crying and shaking, as she hugged the railing for dear life. If she fell in, she wasn't sure she'd be able to restore her shields and after THAT contact she was sure she'd need more meds to make it through the day.<br/><br/>"You, sir.. are an utter shite." She said, her genteel accent mixing with some acquired slang from her street contacts. "That without a doubt was one of the nastiest things I have ever opened my sight to. I shall have to cleanse the whole goddamned barge to keep from getting flashes, you know. Do you have any IDEA how much that costs? How hard it is for me to find a flat, or hotel room in this city that I can sleep in?" She said as she wiped her mouth with her hand and walked in to clean up. She dearly wished she had kept the gun her father had brought her, it was in her bank deposit box. She'd shoot the officious little prick since she was going to have to cleanse the entire barge anyway. She figured a good shot in the knee would do him wonders.<br/><br/>"That without a doubt was the most toxic psychic aura I've ever seen or felt. I didn't get that bad a feel going through the tower." She said as she pulled on her gloves. Granted she was drugged out of her head but she had still felt the echoes of centuries of history all around her in the tower. Impersonal and long history but that.. thing.. in the vision was.. potent in a more telling way. It was like the different from picking up static from walking on a shag carpet and getting juiced off a district mains line. She picked up her pad and walked onto deck to draw out the shape she saw, working briskly with pencil and paper before finishing the ugly scene she had seen and felt and LIVED and held it to the man. The entire pad. She didn't want it on the barge.<br/><br/>"That make your grade?" She asked angrily. "Is my gift 'real' enough for you?"