The Gifteds of Forsvar

[Raven]

Jessamine shrugged. "You are outside past curfew, I just thought I'd check. You can't be too careful. My power is to disable others' powers."

[Gifted]

"No way, really?" Rick asked. "I've got the same power! No joke!" he said, shocked.
"You like, never see power negaters anymore," He snapped a dead branch off a tree for the firewood he was supposed to be collecting.

[Raven]

Jessamine laughed. "That's odd. But... just curious, I'd like to know if our powers work the same," she said. "Mine makes it so others can't use their power for fifteen minutes. When they use their power for the first time after that, I get a headache. During those fifteen minutes, I can use their power as I please, but I cannot use my own."

[Dokeshi]

Standing over a man a young boy about 16 watched as the prone man slowly slipped from consciousness, taking back what was stolen from a friend of his, a simple book. The boy walking back from the man, who would be sleeping for a day and not remember this night, took a turn down a dark alley. Atropine Ghubari, Poison Cloud and Ironically his power was similar to that. He manipulated poisons through specialized pores in his body, he could release it in a cloud, directly into the victim, or into a weapon of some sort to deliver it into the victim. His poisons can do you about anything a poison can do, some poison paralyzes some makes you nauseous or put you on your death bed. Even for his age he was very agile and jumped halfway up the wall,pulling himself onto a roof before continuing onto his destination. His next jump onto the nearby roof had his silhouette briefly painted onto the light of the moon. He wore a jacket that covered the lower half of his face and extended down to his ankles. His gloves were made of leather and fingerless so he could use his power more easily. He wore no shoes but his feet were covered in a black material, probably so they wouldn't get scarred up when he ran around and jumped on walls. The rest of his clothes were obviously black as well as they faded into the rest of the contour. He carried about 6 daggers on his torso and one larger one strapped to each leg. Something strange happened as he came down from his jump though, he missed his jump, something he hadn't done in awhile.

[Sparrow]

Theo had been having a run of bad luck, his house was ransacked, his dog was missing, and all his money from the bank disappeared. To keep the rotten week out of his mind he goes out on a late night walk; that’s when the Guard approached him. They asked him if he would join the Guard, and told him they’d help him. Having no interest in being a “Mask wearing weirdo” as he often called them, he refused. That’s when things took a turn for the worse. The Guard attacked him. There was no way he could get away from them, he knew what they were capable of. So in a panic he pulled a trick he’d used on agents before, he played dead. He stopped all of his life signs, pulse, brain activity, everything. After they checked him over and left, he waited a good hour before moving again. He sits up cautiously looking around at the nearly black forest.
“T-they tried to kill me?” he says hushed looking at a cut on his arm he’d received during the fight. Looking back towards the city he knew he couldn’t go back, not as himself anyway.
“I have to figure out what’s happening around here.” he thinks to himself, standing up.
He concentrated and shapeshifted to a new appearance. He now had green eyes and brown hair, and wore a business suit and red tie, and just for the heck of it sunglasses.
“Hope I don’t look too much like an agent.” he thinks nervously, but he was too tired to change appearance, at least for now.
“I need a new name...” he thought somewhat sadly.
After a moment he decides to use his dog’s name,
“Maxwell, that should be an all right choice” he says lowly to himself.
He slowly walks towards the city, passing over thoughts and conclusions.
“I’ll find out the Guards secrets. If it’s the last thing I do.” He thinks determined.

[Gifted]

Yazmin head movement through the trees towards her and looked up. A man... in a suit and tie.
An Agent.
She tensed for battle automatically. She no longer had the Guard to back her up, but some of her menuvres would still work. She was ready for him. She pulled her hood over her head, hiding her hair so she could more easly dissappear into the night. The mask was ideal for this, but she was no longer part of the guard, therefore her material mask was gone.

Rick shook his head. "Not even close. I don't get anyone elses power and can stop myself from both being hurt by powers and from people under my protection to use their powers. My barrier naturally protects only me but I can push it in or pull it out as the need arises." he explained, picking up a few more sticks as they walked.

[Sparrow]

Maxwell sensed something ahead of him. It took a moment of looking at the surroundings for him to spot the hooded figure.
“Oh that’s just great.” he thinks sarcastically.
However he notices this person is not wearing a mask. Thinking this to be odd he looks away from the person, acting as if he didn’t see anyone.
“Maybe I can play this off.” he thinks, turning to walk in the other direction.
He kept an ear out to listen if the hooded person were following. Perhaps he could walk around the person with out any notice. He was ready to fight, however he’d most likely run if he got a chance.

[Gifted]

"Hmmm," Yazmin said curtly. So this one was smart, hhad heard about them, and was making sure it didn't come to a confrontation. Well, that was just too bad. She melted into the trees, scaling one easily and moving through them like a ghost. She got ahead of him easily and silently and then stood in the next clearing she came to.

[Sparrow]

After a while Maxwell comes to a clearing and sees the hooded figure.
“Aw man...” he thinks worried.
He puts his hands in his pockets, and tries to keep a calm look while desperately trying to think of a plan.
The only conclusions he could come to would be to fight or run, and he knew he couldn’t run.
“Fight it is then.” he thinks solemnly.

[Gifted]

Yazmmin chose this moment to call confidently "Well, Agent? Will you continue to threaten our city and force us to take you out, or will you remove yourself from the area immeaditley?"
She still made sure the man could not see her features. She was not revealing her face unbtil she was sure that man would die.

[Sparrow]

“Agent? I knew this was a FAIL disguise.” he thinks nervously.
He looks up to the person, “What, just because I wear a suit and tie, that automatically labels me an Agent?” he asks sounding a bit confused.
He takes a step back, watching the person carefully.

[Gifted]

"You are unfamilliar. We of the Guard know every face of our city. Regardless, you are out past curefew, and you are not a simpleminded teenager nor are you a scavenger of a family who pushed his time too far," Yazmin still did not move. If the agent chose to leave she had no intention of letting him carry her face back with him.

[Sparrow]

Deciding to play the stranger card he replies, “Guard, Curfew? What is this city about? It sounds more like a prison.” he says questioningly.
He decides to stay, for now at least, she may give him a hint of what’s going on.
“So what’s with the cape? And if you’re a Guard are you going to attack me or something?” he asks plainly stating the questions.

[Gifted]

"I will attack you if you continue to threaten our city. If you exit the area quietly I have no reason to harm you. Our Watchers detected no new gifteds in our area," Well, they hadn't as of a few hours ago. As of before they'd left for tha fight that'd ended in her own expulsion from the guard.

[Raven]

"That's cool," Jessamine said.
A black-cloaked figure with a mask dropped from the treetops in front of Rick and Jessamine. "Well, well. 0256. It's wonderful to see you're well," both the voice and the body were clearly male. With wide shoulders and a deep voice, there was no way the man behind the mask could be female. The mask he wore bore a smile, and his voice hinted at one as well.
Jessamine kept her smile, as well. "And you, 3952." She knew who it was from her ability to know what power anyone had, so she knew what she was taking for those fifteen minutes.
"You are both outside past curfew, as is the male we assume you were with. May I be so invasive as to inquire why this is?" 3952 asked.