Jasmine's POV. 18Please respect copyright.PENANAc03UDgIoYw
Dolores took me to her bungalow on the other side of town, and it may surprise you (it did surprise me) that she happened to have a beamer parked the next street, and also, just like you might've predicted, her son is just a cute little boy in disguise like his mom. He actually is pretty smart and something about the way he talks so confidently for his age and rolls his eyes constantly, reminds of Xioa Mei, gosh I miss her so much. "nice place you've got" I ain't one to dish out compliments unnecessarily but this place was fantastic, the perfect blend of color between brown and crimson exudes a cozy feeling. "thank you" she smiled offering me a seat "would you like Jasmine tea?" I allowed myself a smile, how great to have my own tea, I took a sip, gosh it was relaxing, then I took another sip, and another, and another, until I dropped the empty cup.
"so, why were you walking on the street in disguise? were you hiding from someone?" I said leaning down on my chair "no, we were waiting for you" "waiting for me? how did you know that I was going to be there?" now that I thought about it, it did seem like she was waiting for me "better question, how did I know you were coming from the hospital, or that you were planning on returning to the Robertson's mansion?" she had this twinkle in her eye when she said that "yeah how?" "well, that is my skill" "your skill?" I said then added excitedly "wait a minute, can you see the future?" "what? no, it's a bit more sophisticated" "like how?" she didn't respond, instead she raised her blonde hair to reveal the corners of her face, I gasped "you're just like me" "yes, I am" she nodded "but why don't you have different colors of eyes like I do?"
"actually, that is a rare feature, in fact apart from you and Kyle, there's only one other person I'm aware of" "who?" don't blame me, blame curiosity "his name is Carl, he's one of us" "when you say one of us, do you mean there are more people that look like me?" That would be nice "yes, there are, in fact, they also want to meet you" she replied "they want to meet me? why?" why would anyone want to meet me? "because you're special silly" she seems to like that word *silly* "special? of course, I'm as special as one of the several pimples on your face" I muttered under my breath "you said seeing the future was your skill right?" "is" she corrected and I rolled my eyes, I know I'm not good with verbs, no need to rub it in.
"yes" she replied "explain" I fixed my gaze on her "well, when I touch the lines on my face and close my eyes, fragments and pieces of images in accordance with my line of thought flash before my eyes and allow me see what I want to see. And it doesn't necessarily have to be events that are about to happen, they can be past and they can be happening currently elsewhere. That's how I saw you walking on the street and decided to come meet you" she explained "wow" there was still one thing I didn't quite understand "how were you able to forge a disguise so quickly, and take it off so quickly?"
"that's Wakco's skill" she said looking at (maybe) her son who was watching a movie on his tab on the other side of the room. "he can conform images that the human mind can't process and fit it into what he wants you to see, and not what is actually before you" "say what now?" clarification please.
"I was never in a disguise, neither was he, it was a mirage" "so you mean.." she interrupted "it was an illusion, and when it was no longer needed, it fell of like a layer of clothing" she said dropping her empty tea cup (that was slow, I'd finished mine like forever ago) "so it's like magic" she chuckled "not quite, it's more of science, I could explain further if you're confused" she offered "nope, I'm okay" I need clarification not a new headache "if yours is seeing the future or whatever and his is creating illusions, does that mean that everyone has a skill?" "yes, as long as you're an arite" "what's an arite?" I asked "people like us, are referred to as arites" cool name "but I don't have a skill" I can't think of one cool thing that I can do.
"yes you do" "no I don't" I said then added sarcastically "unless having a terrible temper and being a trouble magnet are skills then I guess I'm very talented" "you have a skill Jasmine" she said reassuringly "then what is it" Omg, I'm I the only one without a skill? I'm I broken? "you're the one to figure that out" how brilliant, I haven't figured it out all my life and I suddenly would now "but I could help you" she said "how?" I asked then she called out "Wacko" "is your son's name really wacko?" the words came out of my mouth before I could control it "yes, why" she asked innocently "why wacko?" "well, when I was still pregnant with him, I walking on the streets one day when I heard this man call out to his friend, he was like: hey wacko, wanna come over for some drinks later? and I liked the sound of it, so I decided to name him wacko" she replied smiling.
"But you know what it means right?" "no, I don't actually, what does it mean?" well, there's no way you're hearing it from me, ask Wiki. Luckily for me, Wacko came in just in time for me to successfully evade the question "here we go" she said collecting what looked like a thermometer from him "what is this?" I asked inching closer "it's a tester, it would help you know your skill" she explained stretching it to me "okay, how I'm I supposed to use it?" I asked collecting it carefully "put your thumb print on that green spot" I did that and the next second the thing suddenly became so hot that I had to drop it "that's weird" she muttered in a low tune, but I heard it anyway, and no it did not make me feel any better "did I break it?" I asked nervously when she picked it up.
She didn't reply "well what does it say?" I asked again "it says that..." she paused with a grim look on her face "you're an ambingar" she finished looking at me with incredulity "what does it mean? is it a bad thing?" "it means that you're a bringer of chaos" How nice.
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