I have two major gifts as well. I can manipulate the elements to varying degrees.  I can’t control weather or anything on a massive scale, but I’m not completely useless either. I can make the elements manifest in physical forms to aid me. Earth, air, fire and water were my playmates growing up, which should tell you something about how smooth my social skills are. Despite my desire to be unremarkable, I too seem to share a little of my twin’s Power. Not the ability to heal, which would be too easy; the entirety my other gift is a secret that even my twin doesn’t know about; she knows about the normal part of it. Part of my gift is the ability to sense the skills of others- that’s the normal aspect that is general knowledge, no big deal at all. The part of my gift that’s a big dark secret is the fact that I can do more than sense gifts; I can hook into them and borrow them. The energy comes from me, so the ‘donor’ never knows that they shared, which on its own wouldn’t be a huge deal, just a little morally questionable. The less than normal part is that I can do this to the Others as well. That’s why I keep it a secret, because as I can sense their skills; I can also find a way through their defenses. I am not dumb enough to paint a big target on my back saying ‘COME KILL ME’ so no one knows this aspect of my gift but me. None of this was able to help with the matter at hand though; namely me bleeding from a non serious but quite vigorous scalp wound and Cassie screaming as if she were in a B-rated horror movie.
                              
 
                              
As quick as it came, the shaking stopped. The Power must have leveled off. There was a faint tang of ozone in the air, and my hair crackled a little as I moved my head, looking around the condominium I shared with my twin and our guardian. It was definitely trashed. Pictures and the aforementioned mirror had flung themselves off the walls in a most enthusiastic manner, shards of glass were liberally scattered with the wood splinters from broken frames. Dust drifted in the air from the agitated walls and I could hear people calling to each other from other condos. The electricity came back on with a quiet hum and our guardian snapped into the room with a very not quiet jolt. Our guardian is Edward Rex, one of the few men I’ve met who can shield themselves from my ability to sense gifts. Other than teleportation I haven’t a clue what he can do, or even if he is human. For all I know he could be a Demon Lord or a Higher Power. Doesn’t matter though, he’s Edward; the constant man in my life. For some reason Cassie and I were dropped off as fat, unhappy babies into his specific and tender care and he’s done a pretty decent job of keeping us from eating lead paint and falling to our deaths ever since. He didn’t look much like a guardian, lacking any rippling muscles or aura of bone breaking power, but he hadn’t let us die yet.
                              
 
                              
“Are you two alright?” he demanded, crunching across the glass strewn across the floor to check us out. My magic thrilled a little when he touched my face but I told my gift to take a long walk off of a short pier, my odd magical and instinctive reactions to him making me as uneasy as always; it is not easy for a Sensate like me to encounter someone we can’t Sense. He examined the head wound, which only made it hurt more. “Not serious. A little tape and it’ll heal up nicely, no scar.” He commented then went to give Cassie a check over. She gave me a knowing look when Edward wasn’t paying attention and I shrugged a shoulder without making eye contact. She was aware of how uncomfortable I was becoming around our guardian but had no clue as to why either. Cassie’s injuries were minor bruises and a little scrape; sadly she couldn’t heal herself, and her magic sees us as the same person so she can’t heal me either. “Well, it looks like you two are going to be staying home for a few days until this place is cleaned up.” He said, dusting his hands off. Edward’s independently wealthy but he had made a point to keep us from being spoiled brats while growing up. This included making sure we did our own chores and keeping to a reasonable budget. His job, other than taking care of us, is teleporting people to places they need to go. He can create a bubble that teleports from place to place, so it’s quite handy to move people and he charges an arm and a leg for it too. It drove me nuts as a child, because no matter how hard it snowed we had always made it to class.