The Gifteds of Forsvar

[Raven]

((I'm going to wait for Sparrow to keep writing for 3952))
Meanwhile, in the town 0044 was sitting on the roofs, quietly following another of the teens they were considering asking to join. A boy named Daemon.

[Sparrow]

Maxwell stands up and calmly brushes himself off.
“That was real mature. No really.” he says laying the sarcasm on thickly.
He looks back to 3952, this time staying a short distance away.
“Oh I threatened you?” he asks in a so what tone.
“Look masky I was randomly attacked by the Guard, so by all technical standards you threatened me first.” he states plainly.
He looks to Yazmin, “Do you know what they did to my dog?” he asks her.

[Gifted]

Yazmin shrugged. "Probably killed it. Though if that were the case they usually leave the body for you to find, and starve it to death to make it look like an accident."

[Dokeshi]

Atropine Sighed and laid down on his back, pulling out a knife and examined it, running his hands along the blade and thought to himself,' This one is for whoever did this.'

[FoxTrott]

You're an idiot.

I thought big brothers were supposed to be nice!

You think nothing. I know these things.

Clark grumbled in protest, and sat down on a rock. He was having a mental argument with his older brother, Lucas, because he had been stupid and stayed outside the city too late. Originally, Lucas had only been a telekinetic, but he had advanced his ~psychic powers~ enough to gain telepathy. His explanation was that he could manipulate brain waves or some crap like that. Clark just knew that it was annoying. The fifteen year old moaned mentally, bringing a groan from Lucas.

I'm tuning you out, thought Lucas. Once Clark felt his mind wasn't being occupied, he came up with a few rude thoughts for Lucas.

"I don't want to spend the night alone," sniffled Clark, rubbing his nose. "This sucks butt," he added.

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1163 was doing a routine patrol of the forest. As per the job description, he (it? you never know with the Guard) was covered from head to toe in black, complete with a hood shrouding most of his face. If you pulled the hood back, you would see an ivory-white mask with a toothy scowl carved into it. The expression had always been 1163's favorite, and now it was his most-used mask. Fear was always handy when fighting an enemy.

1163 stopped in his tracks when he heard something. It was the sound of people speaking, but he couldn't make it out. 1163 closed his eyes underneath the mask, and focused. If his hood were down, one would watch as his ear transformed from a human's to a canine's, specifically a hyena's.

"Do you know what they did to my dog?"

1163 thought that was a very stupid question, but listened closer. He heard an almost familiar voice, a girl's, respond. Could it be--? But what would she be doing out here? Hiding, 1163 reasoned, but talking to a native while hiding. Nobody was supposed to be out after sundown, anyway.

Cautiously, 1163 advanced in the direction of the voices.

[Raven]

"What do you think you're doing?" 0666 asked from behind Atropine. "Specifically with that." The expressionless mask he wore very much reflected how he felt. Even before he had joined the guard. Or, at least, how he acted. In their campaign to get him to join the Guard, two weeks after the death of his younger sister (she had died from a disease she'd had since birth) his girlfriend had been killed. It was right before she was supposed to meet him for dinner, and he was going to propose. It had seemed that pain from that loss was the only feeling still real to him. He had considered suicide until the Guard had offered to let him join. He couldn't remember why, but he had accepted. If this kid were in the same kind of pain he had been in, he would try to help him.
((if anyone can guess from the intro who this is, I'll tell them anything they want to know... concerning any role play, or anything at all))

"We give up our lives to help the town, and all it's residents," 3952 replied. "Our extra precautions are necessary."

[Sparrow]

Maxwell glares a 3952 before looking to Yazmin.
“Maybe he just ran off then. He was gone for a week once.” he says calmly.
“What are you two doing out here?” he asks Rick and Jared.
Suddenly he sensed someone else was coming and turns to the direction of where it was from.
“So to protect the people, you pick ones that may be able to help and if they refuse, you kill them. It that right?” he asks 3952.


((Hey could 1163 possibly be from the group that attacked Theo? That would add a little twist.))

[Dokeshi]

Casually slipping the blade into its harness he looked up at the guard,"Revenge, and you may just be the person to help me, you guards watch everything but don't do anything you're going to give me the info I need." His eyes were narrowed and he already had a dagger in the sleeve of his left arm, ready to spring it on him if he made trouble.

[Raven]

0666 waited for him to go on. He was not the type to waste words.

3952 nodded. "Who would protect the city if not its citizens?"

[Dokeshi]

"Today a house was robbed and my mother was killed who did it?"

[Raven]

"I do not know. The only guard who possesses the information each and every one of us attain is our leader. At the time I must have been elsewhere," 0666 replied.

[Dokeshi]

" I see...one more thing, How do I join the guard?"

[Raven]

"If revenge is your only motive, you never will. The Guard is not here to make up for personal wrongdoings, but to protect this city and its inhabitants."

[Dokeshi]

"No not simply for revenge...Maybe by being one of their dogs...I can crawl my way to the top and change it, still I doubt they will tolerate my free thinking, do what you will, I'll accept my fate." The dagger was coated in poison now, still ready to spring from the folds of his coat.

[Raven]

And 0666 had his own dagger, as well as a small lighter. "Then you might have some hope of joining us, after all. Of course, once you joined our ranks, you would have to start training."