The Gifteds of Forsvar

[Gifted]

Plot and Setting here:
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Head of Guard has been claimed. Guard members, former guard members, and random Gifteds that are trapped outside are needed.

[FoxTrott]

(( FOX WANTS TO JOIN.

As a guard member. Or a random gifted. Or whatever works. :3 ))

[Gifted]

)((Either or. or both, preferably. I am going to begin typing intros)

[Gifted]

"I told you this wasn't a good idea," Rick said. "You got us locked out!"

"Relax Rick, we can just chill out here for the night! No agent would be stupid enough to attack Forsvar in the middle of the night!" Jared laughed.
Rick shook his head. "What if the guard thinks WE'RE agents attacking in the middle of the night? do you know how screwed we would be?"

"You worry too much Rick," Jared said, his face breaking into an easy smile that was so common to him. "The guards know all the city's residents, if we're spotted they'll recognise us and we can explain that we accidently lost track of time and were stuck otside past curfew. It's cool,"

Rick smiled reluctantly. Jared was probably right. The Guard would understand. "Alright. Heres a better question; Where are we gonna sleep? If we're sticking it out here for the night, dammit, we better make a decent bed!" He laughed, his brown hair pale in the light of the rising moon.
"Well, we'll just have to get working on camp then, wont me smarty-pants?" Jared quipped and the two laughed. They just had to stick it out one night. The doors would be opened at irst light, and they'd be fine. And if any agent was foolish enough to ambbush them, the Guard would defend them.

[Gifted]

((Look! Xander makes a cameo!))

Yazmin walked between the trees, trying to remember. She was no longer a part of the guard, and she wanted to go back to normal. But that was easier said than done. She wished she could feel something. She tried the old standby she remembered used to work. She thought about her last days in town. She remembered each feeling with perfect clarity, each moment in perfect detail. But it didn't work to simply recall emotions anymore, and she could no longer comprehend the thought process behind what were her own actions.

It had started when that boy Shepard had challenged her to a mock fight. Her brother David had told her Shepard wasn't worth it, but for some reason she had not listened to him. So in the middle of the crowded Forsvar street, they' fought.
She'd immeaditley grabbed her brothers wrist to borrow his power of fire, since her power was to use other peoples powers and Shepard's power allowed him to grow trees from his hand. Trees vs Fire? she remembered being confident there was no way he could win.
It had seemed to be going well at first, every tree he threw she burned to cinders. But then, he shot another tree, she burned it, and something was different.
That git Shepard had made a chesnut tree. The fire heated up the chesnuts and sent them firing in all directions. Yazmin backed up and quickly stole a forcefield power from an onlooker, blocking the chesnuts from injuring her.
One of the chesnuts sailed through an open window.
Instantly the house was ablaze, and screaming was heard from inside. The crowd dissappeared quickly; nobody wanted to be caught and blamed for this by the guard.
But nobody was willing to help the screaming person inside!

Yazmin had run in the burning house through the front entrance, yelling for Healers. Using nothing but the force feild power to protect herself, she grabbed the woman and pulled her out of the burning building. The Healers saaved the woman and she was fine. The Guards who arrived on scene moments after called her a hero and told her to move on. This had made her feel slightly guilty.
The next day, everyone knew that the woman had not been alone in the house. She'd had a child, who died in the fire. The Guards had a strict policy when it came to murder: A life for a life. And so the investigation began.
It lasted for days, but when the verdict finally came, Yaxzmin was not sentanced. Instead DAVID was accused of the crime and was publicly executed.
It made sense, in a way. David was the only fire elemental anywhere near the scene. And nobody would do anything more than answer the Guards questions directly, they were intimidating. It was an honest mistake. But Yazmin had still felt guilty.

Shortly after, her family had run out of money. Her mother was constantly stressed because the sudden problems that all costed money to be fixed were leaving no room for food money. Holes in the roof, mold, a broken stove, a beehive in the walls of their home. Her mother had started to yell whenever Yazmin did even the slightest thing wrong, and the whole family was slowly starving to death, because if you couldn't keep your home in good shape you would be evicted by the guard.
Then one rainy day, That guard had come for her. Told her she could leave her old life behind her for a place with them. She'd accepted, eager to join the guard.

Yazmin didn't want to think about her time with the guard, it wouldn't make remembering how to feel any easier.
But her old emotions wern't being revived by the memory. It wasn't working. Of course, she could tell herself to feel a certain way, but that didn't count. People didn't normally feel like that, they didn't choose their emotions. And she would always be able to stop the emotion anytime she wanted, which wasn't normal. She'd just be faking it.
She wished she could bfeel something, anything, even something as simple as wishing that that last battle hadn't gone so desperatley wrong...

It was a single agent all by themselves, a routine drill. She flicked from one tree to another, following formation perfectly. The others shot around her like phantoms, and she allowed herslef to observe the beauty of the formation for a fraction of a second before it was her turn to atack. She shot foreward.

But the agent was more skilled than they'd expected, and with one perfectly timed movement, she hit Yazmin, sending her sprawling to the ground and her mask coming off. She looked up at the agent before looking out at the rest of the guard. They had a formation to deal with this, right? they had a formation to deal with everything. Sure she'd never practiced this one herself, but she hadn't been in the guard that long, just three or four months...
But the other guard embers were melting back into the trees, fading out... leaving her behind. She looked back and discovered her mask was no longer there. The Guard had abandoned her. She was alone.

The agent took out a gun, and Yazmin had no way of escaping.

Suddenly the world was lit up in fire, a tornado of whirling flames appearing out of nowhere. The agent pointing the gun at her was swept up by the scorching flames, and almost immeaditleey the all dissappeared. The scorching flames went out and the agent hit the ground, burned an unconcious.

Yazmin looked up. There was a man there, wearing all black and a mask. But he clearly wasn't a guard. He was wearing a black trenchcoat and his mask was white with black eyes and a straight, red mouth. Yazmin looked up at him. "Thanks"

"You're welcome," The boy said. He motioned at a group of people Yazmin couldn't see and ran off, dissappearing in a flash. Yazmin got up and brushed off her cloak.

Now, she sat down on a log just a few fet from town. She wasn't a guard member anymore, and try as she might, she couldn't remember her old personality. Who was she now? Nothing, just an empty shell. Though her black cloak was still on, the hood was back, and she had forever lost her mask. But thanks to them, she didn't think she'd lost her mask. She'd lost her real face. She had once had many masks, each with a mouth representing the character she'd been playing. But now that the material masks were gone her true character was gone aslo. Unless she remembered her true self, she was doomedd to spend the rest of her life, changing masks when it was needed, but always having one on and never being able to finally show her true face.

[Raven]

A girl came up on the two boys. Her hair was dirty blond, but showed signs of having been recently dyed blue. The tips were still that very color. Her eyes were brown, and somewhat unfocused, as if she had difficulty seeing. As soon as she saw them, her face rearranged itself almost automatically into a smile. "What are you two doing out so late?" she asked, looking like she might laugh.

[Gifted]

"I'd like to ask you the same question," Rick laughed. Jareds cheerful attitude was infectious... even without his power bleeding it into the air around them. Rick was immune to it, obviously, but he'd seen how other people reacted when Jared wanted them too. "We were hanging out in the forest and lost track of time. So we didn't get back by curfew. How about you?"

[Raven]

The girl's eyes flicked to the wall, then returned to the boys' faces. Her smile faltered."Oh, I don't know. What's life without a little adventure? Why have your whole life controlled by people you've never even seen?" She was still acting, of course. Playing the part.

[Gifted]

"What do you mean, controlled? Society doesn't work without a few rules, and we get damn sight better treatment in there than we do out here," Rick said.

"Cool it bro," Jared said, then turned to the girl. "So you wanna hang out with us till morning? Whats your name anyways?"

[Raven]

That pulled her up short. She had spent most her life being known as 0256. Scanning her brain, she said the first thing that came to mind that could possibly pass as a name. "Jessamine." Yellow Jessamine. All parts are poisonous, causing nausea and vomiting. Often fatal, she recalled.

[Gifted]

"Jessamine? Like the plant. Cool," Jared said. Hed been in the advanced class at school, and knew all about the little poisonous plant.
"I'm gonna find some wood for a fire," Rick said, turning his back on them. "Anyone coming with?"

[Raven]

"Sure. I'll come," newly-dubbed Jessamine offered.

[Gifted]

"Alright, c'mon," Rick said, stepping through the trees.
"I'll stay here and se what I can do to uh... keep out predators!" Jared said, and laughed.
Rick laughed too. "He just doesn't wanna carry the wood," he told Jessamine

Yazmin heard footsteps through the forest and looked up. If it was an agent, she needed to be prepared. She had nobody to help her watch her back anymore.

[Raven]

Jessamine giggled slightly. "Some gentleman he is," she joked. "You're Gifteds, right?"

[Gifted]

Rick looked uneasily at her. No duh they were gifteds! Sleeping right in front of an all-Gifted town, pretty much stating they lived there... and why would she even care?
"No duh, Jessamine," Rick saiid slowly.