Ravonia

[FoxTrott]

'Then tell me what you can for now,' Amarinn typed, 'I appreciate your cooperation.'

[Raven]

Raven's jaw dropped. While most of those names weren't uncommon in Ravonia, the last name of Bane, and the first of Vivia weren't something Raven had heard in years. "Oh my god..." She shivered, clinging to her friend.

[FoxTrott]

"Wh-what?" Fox said, looking at the Raven now clinging to her. "What's wrong?"

[Gifted]

'What do you want to know?'

[FoxTrott]

'To put it briefly?' Amarinn typed, 'Everything.'

[Gifted]

I suppressed a laugh. I had so seen that coming. 'Then don't put it briefly, because that tells me nothing'

[FoxTrott]

'Hm... Tell me all you know about the gifteds. I was never aware there were gifteds in Panem, and I'm curious about them.'

[Raven]

"They're gifteds," Raven whispered. The orb probably wouldn't be able to pick it up. Fox would have to strain to understand.

[Icara Hytate]

I walked up to the bench where the two people were sitting. "Hello," I asked, "Um... Not to intrude or anything but, you two wouldn't have happened to know where Raven's wedding and/or party is?"

[Gifted]

I sighed and began to write.

'It's been my pet project for years. Ever since I met Rakel, the eldest of my inner circle. You see, a long time ago when I was a teenager, me and a bunch of my friends -most of whom are also world leaders now- would roleplay as gifteds. It was just a fun fantasy idea. we created our own characters. I had over 30, Raven had far more, at least 90. I never met most of them, but I know her favourites.
When I met Rakel, I was shocked. It was like she'd leapt right out from one of my roleplays. Name, appearence, personality, it all matched up exactly to a character I'd made years before. And then it happened again. And again. I have no idea how it's even possible, but as I went around to each individual orphanage (I set up a new system for orphans in Panem around that time, so I always went personally to an orphanage before shutting it down) I kept meeting people who matched a character. I invited these kids to live at my home, creating my inner circle.
But they didn't have the powers. Everything else was the same, and they were all facinated by the idea, and the stories I would tell, roleplays learned by memory. I was determined to get them their powers, turn them into the gifteds they were in my stories.
Many, many kids died, but I'd told them this may happen before testing, and never tested on a kid who didn't want to take the risk. Finally, it happened. My scientists created my first gifted. This was six or seven years ago.
But the formula that worked on him wouldn't work on anyone else, making his power -the power to negate other gifteds powers- useless, and only a couple years leter there was a catastrophic war in Panem, which he and another good friend in my inner circle picked the wrong side. They both went to prison, and though I managed to get my friend back to my inner circle after only a little while, within three days the gifted had dissappeared.
I kept trying. Earlyier this year, my scientists reached a decision: Gifteds were definatley possible, but I couldn't do it. Not without the help of someone far technologically superior than I.
So I went and bugged Crow about it. He has the sucessful formula, so he may even have his own gifteds too.
Emric, the guy who's causing all this mess, I had written as Alex's happy-go-lucky teammate, extremley loyal and not that bright. I'd given him a rdiiculous power, though. He could create and control anything pertaining to a superstition... borken mirrors, black cats, that sort of thing.
But one of the scientists gave him Mind Control, and thats when he showed who he really was. I still don't know what said scientist could've been thinking.'

I looked up at the question. "No, I apologize, the formal, on-camera part is over and I don't know where the afterparty is," I was pretty sure civillians weren't supposed to know.

[Icara Hytate]

"Ah, ok then." I said.
Maybe... Yes! I thought, then quickly reached into my pocket. Not there, maybe in my satchel, I reached into my bag, searching through stuff.

[FoxTrott]

"Wh-what?" Fox said. She didn't hear Raven clearly, but she could tell it was nothing good.

Amarinn read quietly as Gifted wrote. So, that was what had happened. He was beginning to dislike the leader more than the gifteds. Force a bunch of orphans to become monstrosities... he could see why Emric had taken such a drastic measure. He ignored the young man that approached them, figuring he would eventually go away. For now, he looked at Princess Gifted.

'Can Emric hear what is said to you, or what you say?' he typed simply.

[Gifted]

'If he's paying attention. if not he's going to go through my memories when I get back, he can do that if he's got a connection. Meaning he'll know Jane told me about Kenny, as well. He's probably already taking precautions, with her and all the others as well.' If Amarinn had looked at me at that moment, he might have noticed I was dangerously close to tears. I was always careful to keep my composure, but after being numb for so long, emotions were alot harder for me to control, and I felt horible thinking about what Emric must be putting my friends through.

Did I have even one friend who wasn't in mortal danger?

[Sparrow]

The Orb tilts to the side slightly at both of their reactions.
"So these names do have meaning to both of you? Noted."
It pauses for a moment to see if they have a reply.

[Raven]

"They're gifteds," she repeated, a bit louder.

Gabriel watched them, wishing he could read the words they refused to speak out loud.