-Time skip-
At this time, all recruits have finished their entrances and are onstage.
After Caleb's debut, the order went as follows: Aphrodite and Leo wowed the crowd with snakes and illusions, Emma performed solo with shapeshifting, Eris showed off her push-and-pull ability, and finally the trio of Sabine, Cujo and Lanette calmed the audience as the doves landed on them.
All recruits are now standing back at the sides of the stage.
-----After the final recruits had finished their performance, the Council moved to center stage and arranged themselves wordlessly into a line. They'd delivered enough speeches atop this very stage that rehearsing a formation was unnecessary. High Councillor Senegal naturally found herself in the middle, flanked by Oakley and Evelina, with Aurelia and Watson standing proud at the edges.
-----"Fellow rebels, sisters and brothers in arms." The High Councillor's low voice resonated throughout the cafetorium, which had fallen respectfully silent with only few whispers. The tall woman raised her arms outward in an encompassing gesture; she considered each and every member of the Uprising also a member of her family.
"We gather here today to celebrate a turning point in history."-----"Many of you have heard of these youth." The fatherly voice of Oakley, Councillor of Education, soon took her place.
"Some of us taught them. Others trained beside them. Some are lucky enough to know them in person. All of us, however, have the honor of welcoming them into our ranks today."-----The Councillor of Intelligence was next to speak. The glare from the stagelights reflected off Evelina's glasses, making her gaze look impossibly bright.
"For years, our people have suffered under the oppression of Delra's tyrants. The scars on each of our heads reflect that. We had our power taken away before we had a voice. But, the recruits standing before us today were born in the freedom of our very own headquarters."-----"As you can see, their abilities have been spared. They are very much capable of wielding these powers in the fight for Delra's future," continued Aurelia, the elderly Councillor of Health. For once, her features were not contorted in an irritated scowl. She only looked
mildly cranky today.
"They are the first generation of rebels with such powers at their disposal. Today, Marking Day, literally marks their initiation into the Uprising. These recruits' foreheads are untouched by the knife of Delra, but our blades will mark them with identical scars."-----"For mission stuff," said Watson with a shrug. The Councillor of Development clearly wasn't sticking to whatever script the others had planned out. Fortunately, he and Aurelia were on opposite sides of the stage - the elderly woman looked ready to murder him horribly.
"For those who don't know, you'll be arrested walking around in Delra without a scar. We're not torturing these poor kids, we're basically giving 'em a passport!"-----High Councillor Senegal, however, was completely unfazed.
"Now, let us begin," she spoke as the Council retreated to the back of stage to make room.
-----A warm smile remained on her face as she gestured to the side of the stage. Fourteen senior rebels entered in single file and took their positions across the stage, forming a horizontal line in front of the Council. Each held a sharpened blade and what appeared to be a slightly damp cotton ball. Their outfits were pure white, a stark contrast from the earthy browns and greys of most rebels underground.
-----The volunteers faced forward, meaning the recruits standing before them would have their backs to the audience - no one would see their faces during the marking itself. That was Evelina's idea, to preserve some dignity for those recruits who couldn't keep a calm expression.
-----"Recruits, please find your place in front of a mark-giver. The marking itself should not take much longer than annual flu shots." The High Councillor faced the eighteen-year-olds with what would've been a reassuring smile, if not for the circumstances. It was time for them to be literally scarred.
████【♟】████Lanette LaneFemale ♟ Pansexual ♟ Pacifism
Tags: Ella, Sabine, the mark-giver -----During Lanette's routine, she'd smiled and waved at the audience as doves landed on her outstretched arm. Anticlimatic as her debut might have been compared to the fire-manipulators, she was proud of herself and her fellow recruits nevertheless. She'd sought out her family in the crowd, their proud faces bright and beaming, and then her eyes had fallen on Ella Brie. It was a surprise to see her here. Ella must've come all the way from Delra's royal court to watch this day - the thought melted Lanette's heart. She'd smiled at the blonde girl even after she, Sabine, and Cujo retreated from center stage.
-----Now, the pacifist stood back and listened with the other recruits. It was a little overwhelming, the idea that the Council was talking about
them. Lanette wished she had something more presentable to wear than these mangled training clothes, torn and stretched from the numerous times she'd been tossed around by other trainees. But it was alright - most of the audience wore equally old rags, shades of brown and murky grey. Their smiles were the brightest thing about them and Lanette found that especially lovely.
-----Her heart began to beat faster as the fourteen volunteers walked onstage, clean blades in hands. Each one of those knives would be bloody by the end of this ceremony. She made eye contact with Sabine, knowing the mind-manipulator would get the message.
It would really help if we could calm the others down during the marking. I'm especially worried about Leo - can you ask him to pick the mark-giver beside mine? He'll receive the most of my gift. Lanette tried to keep her thoughts as clear and direct as possible.
-----Once the High Councillor was finished speaking, the pacifist walked forward without hesitation. She approached a mark-giver closer to the middle and faced him with determination burning in her eyes. The field of calmness had already begun to radiate from her.
-----Her mark-giver smiled, as benevolent as one could smile before slicing up your face. He gently wiped her forehead clean, then extended the hand holding the cotton ball - but Lanette knew what that was. She shook her head, determined to endure the ordeal without anything to ease her pain. It would be a test of her willpower as a pacifist.
-----The mark-giver looked surprised, but tucked the swab into the pocket of his white apron. It was time for the blade to meet her skin. Lanette breathed slowly, maintaining eye contact as the blazing sting of the knife cut across her forehead once, twice. Her teeth were clenched behind a tight smile.
A true pacifist never returns violence for violence, pain for pain. I want this mark to remind me of that.-----The High Councillor hadn't lied about how quick the marking would be. The mark-giver returned Lanette's smile with pride, then spun her around to face the audience as blood dripped from her face. Although some were cringing from the sight, most in the crowd had begun to roar their approval. The sting of her new wound began to fade as Lanette found Ella in the crowd again, violet eyes fading back to soft blue as she met her friend's warm brown gaze.
████【♫】████Gavotte LaneMale ♫ Heterosexual ♫ Hydrokinesis
Tags: Mark-giver -----Gavotte showed no emotion on his face, and didn't plan to. The water manipulator needed to appear strong, especially for the audience. It was important for them to have faith in him. Both fire-wielders in the class were just as fiery as their own powers, so their counterpart had to be strong enough to douse their flames.
-----His water had collapsed back into a blob again, which he fed into his water canteen. Gavotte closed the cap and slung its strap over his shoulder as he joined the other recruits in choosing a mark-giver. He was a little late, and had to settle with an intimidating-looking woman who seemed all too eager to cut into his face.
-----Gavotte didn't speak a word as the mark-giver cleaned his face, then dabbed something across his forehead with the cotton ball. It offered a nice, cooling sensation which didn't last long, because the knife immediately sliced twice across his head. It didn't burn as much as he'd expected - probably because of whatever was on that cotton ball.
-----He noticed Lanette's mark-giver turning her around now that she was finished. Gavotte didn't need prompting from his own - he turned to face the audience, looking impassive as warm blood continued to flow from the fresh cuts. The emotionless facade faded as his eyes landed on his baby sister. He hadn't noticed before, but there was a red mark across her forehead - she must have drawn it on herself with ink. Gavotte couldn't help but smile as little Kayla pointed to her own 'mark' with pride.
████【➹】████Ardai FairchildMale ➹ Heterosexual ➹ Invisibility
Tags: Hot chick who cuts up my face lol -----Ardai's eyes immediately landed on this gorgeous, older recruit with flowing waves of white-blonde hair. He knew exactly who was marking his forehead - the hottest one. This would be a scar he'd never forget.
-----He strutted up to her with an expression that was supposed to be seductive. She narrowed his eyes in disgust and simply went through the motions, cleaning and dabbing his forehead.
-----Ardai was about to hit her up with some killer pick-up line. He opened his mouth, but was immediately silenced by the knife slicing up his face. The heartless chick mercilessly scarred him, no emotion in her gorgeous blue eyes. Ardai barely managed to keep his mouth shut for once.
-----Finally, it was finished. Just two cuts, but it felt like an eternity. Ardai's grin returned and he prepared another pick-up line, something about her appearance being sharper than her blade. Before he could speak, she grabbed him by the shoulders -
Wow, her hands are so cold?! - and spun him around roughly.
-----Ardai was almost disappointed, but he'd look kinda pathetic if he turned around to ogle his mark-giver again. Instead, he put on an even bigger grin and waved to everyone he saw. A wiry twelve-year-old boy with dark skin. An elderly man, hunched and haggard. A mother and father with their little daughter, who had a red ink smear on her forehead. Ardai didn't recognize any of these people, except maybe the last family - they kinda looked like Lanette and Gavotte to him. He waved to them for a particularly long time. Maybe Gavotte would stop being a killjoy if Ardai was nice to his family.