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[b][code]The Reid Farmhouse - Main House.[/code][/b][hr]

Grant looked unsure of how to respond to Martin at first, wanting to find some way to comfort him or let him know that everything would be ok, but that wasn't exactly something he could guarantee. Several people had already gotten hurt, and though he didn't know it, someone had indeed died. So what could he even say to such a rational fear? So instead he didn't, and just nodded in understanding. At the rate things were going, the sky could very well begin to fall. But he also felt a small flame a determination within him as well; he was going to do what he could to make sure things didn't end that drastically, and that the people he cared about would be kept safe.

He would've texted his friend that, or something to that extent at least, but there were calls for everyone to get moving once the bugs temporarily froze in place. Everyone made a break for the basement, with a panicked Jasmine ushering in Grant to go in before her once she saw he was still ok, and soon enough they were all hunkered down in the last safe space in the house. Roll call for superpowers came up during the ensuing conversation, so Jasmine decided to speak up for both her and her brother.

"You already saw mine. I can freeze stuff in place, but I think it's different than what happened with the bugs. That wasn't me, I know that for sure. It's weird though, I feel...something, like whatever I did when I stopped Reese back at the Cafe, it stuck with me. I don't know, I can't explain it that well." She motioned at Grant as she added, "Anyway, Grant told me on the way here that he can nullify sounds. If we ever need to kill the noise in an area, he'll be our guy." Grant simply waved once he was mentioned.

The conversation turned to trying to deal with the swarm after that, and then the source itself, Sharon Reid. Jasmine was clearly hesitant when Britney suggested they knock the girl out, especially since she was already badly injured, but surprisingly enough Min of all people was the one to step up and do what had to be done.

"Jesus..." Jasmine muttered, as it looked like the young man was ready to hit Sharon again if need be, "Can't say you're not pragmatic." Britney was quick to get back to the group's original goal of searching the house once everything calmed down, and even left them to apparently go off and search some more. "Her too," Jasmine added with a sigh.

...

An hour went by. The house was cleaned up somewhat, and everyone was gathered around and discussing what was found.

"Has anyone let Min get ahold of those pictures yet?" Jasmine asked when it was brought up, "He should be able to squeeze a bit more info out of them."

[i]"The car too,"[/i] Grant signed as a suggestion, [i]"Somebody had to hide the photos there."[/i]

"Ooh, good idea," Jasmine agreed, then paused for a moment once she remembered she'd have to translate what he said for the others, "Uh, he said to check the car too. Somebody had to hide the photos in it, right? It might be John Reid, but it could be someone else entirely. I feel like that's gotta be important to figure out here."

Sharon woke up soon after, understandably upset and confused. Neither Jasmine nor Grant were sure how to answer her questions, seeing as they were both just as new to the situation as she was. Honestly, all they knew was that some god-child figure had hinted to the rest of the group that they should come to the house. That...likely wouldn't be a good excuse here. Sure, on a more personal level, Jasmine had been attacked herself and was staying with the group for safety, and Grant was searching for answers to possibly learn about his own afflictions, but there was no real solid reason for them all to be there.

"...Shit, dude, I'm just looking for answers," Jasmine eventually just bluntly answered her, "I got attacked too, I think everyone here has, and we all somehow got pointed in this direction." She motioned vaguely to the house, looked somewhat exhausted as she did so. It had been a long day, after all. "I know that doesn't make any sense but [b]nothing[/b] is making sense anymore."

Grant began to sign again, so Jasmine worked on translating aloud for the others.

"He's saying that maybe we were lead here because you're like us. A...mark? Sigil? Oh, we've all got sigils, and you probably do too."