The Gifteds of Forsvar

[FoxTrott]

Clark sat on his rock, dumbfounded.

"Uh... um." He blinked. "How do you know all this? You can't be from the Guard, you aren't wearing a mask or anything... You're an agent, aren't you?" Clark stood up, and took up an offensive pose. "I'm warning you, I'm a pretty good fighter, so g-go away!"

[Raven]

"I assure you, I am not an agent and I have no intention to harm you. But here's a lesson. If someone tells you things they shouldn't know, don't try to threaten them. Because if they're bold enough to find out about it and scare you with it, you don't scare them and you're not a threat."

[FoxTrott]

Clark let his arms drop to his sides. He frowned, and sat back down. So much for that idea.

"Then, if you're not an agent... what are you?" His expression was less of a fifteen year old's and more of a confused child's.

[Raven]

"I'm a gifted, for starters," Jessamine said.

[FoxTrott]

Clark furrowed his brow. "I already figured that," he grumbled, "I mean, how do you know so much about me? I'm not worthy to be stalked or anything, unless you're that jealous of my good looks." He smiled, fully believing the last part.

[Raven]

"First of all, I'm six years older than you. Ew. And second, you just pointed out, once again, how little you know of the Guards."

[FoxTrott]

"Can't you please just tell me who in the world you are?!" Clark exclaimed, exasperated, "I know I don't know much, but, c'mon, just answer... please?"

[Raven]

"For the last hour or so I've been calling myself Jessamine. Before that, I was known as 0256."

[FoxTrott]

"0256?" Clark repeated. It slowly sunk in what the number name meant. "You're a member of the Guard? How come you don't have a mask on? Did they kick you out? How are you still alive, even?"

[Raven]

"I left a year ago. And it isn't hard, especially for someone like me," Jessamine answered.

[FoxTrott]

"You left?" Again, Clark was dumbfounded. "But I thought anybody who left was killed... D-don't kill me because you told me this, I won't tell anyone, not even Lucas, I swear."

[Raven]

"Until tonight, they believed I was dead. And I left because I was tired of the Guard's way of doing things, not because I didn't want to protect the citizens of Forsvar. You have to understand, though, what I'm telling you puts me in danger, but I can take care of myself for the most part. You, on the other hand... Don't let anyone know what you know about me. Don't mention me, my number, my name, my hair color."

[Gifted]

"Um... we aren't supposed to say anything..." Then Jared facepalmed "Duh, you're a Guard too, you'd already know. Me n my friend were out past curfew, just messing around n lost track of time. Then this Guard guy found us and offered to escort us back inside," Jared shrugged. "Beats sitting outside huddled by a fire right?" He grinned.


Yazmin walked briskly towards a usually bsy sstreet and id in an alley as the sun peaked over the horizon. She did't know if Theo/Maxwell had followed her or picked his own route and frankly, she didn't care.

Though that would've changed had she known who was slinking among the people for the first time, purely to catch Yazmin and her friend.

[Sparrow]

1313 shrugged at his explanation.
“How was I to know? Our minds aren’t linked, we don’t have radios.” She says plainly, continuing to follow.
“Camping is unsafe.” She says just as plainly.
She looks over to Jared,
“Did you wander away from your guide?” she asks.

Maxwell was flying not far behind Yazmin, keeping quiet the best he could.
He looks about as the sun rises.
“A new day, what horrors will it bring?” he thinks grimly.

[Raven]

When Rick didn't reply, 3952 melted into the shadows. He tried one last time to access Rick's memories, then sighed. He headed back to base using the rooftops. There were few people out so early. He passed four in total, one of whom was wearing the Guard's uniform.