Cas' Aptitude Test

[Cas Delaroche]

-slides onto the chair, eyes set dead straight on the mirror directly in front of me, breathing-

(TBC later)

[Hazel Smith]

-calmly hands you the drink- Drink up, Cas. It'll get you through the test.

[Cas Delaroche]

-smiles halfheartedly, swiftly taking the liquid in the shot glass, putting the rim to my lips and tipping, swallowing it whole, and close my eyes, resting-

-nods to Hazel I'm ready-

[Hazel Smith]

-you are sitting in a chair, a large chair, on a plane, the man serving you asks whether you'd like to hear classical or metal music-

[Cas Delaroche]

-smiles warmly up at my maître, accepting the Chardonnay flask he offered me, responding with an elegant and eloquent answer-

"You're very kind, I'd love to listen to some classical piano compositions and some classical orchestra arrangements, if you offer. What's your name, so should I need anything else?"

-leans back, flips the shade down on my window, and proceeds to retire for a brief hiatus from my studies laid out on the desk in front of me-

[Hazel Smith]

"My name is Shane." -a bell rings and chaos erupts on the plane, there are no words spoken to you but it seems that there is an armed terrorist on the plane, what do you do?-

[Cas Delaroche]

-I see in the reflection of the woman's glasses in front of me that the terrorist is behind my position, and proceeds to nap, closing my eyes and breathing normally but in concentration, speaking-

-turns around to face the aggressor, looks them straight in the eye-

"Why must you create chaos when you know that this plane, this aircraft, is owned and operated by the very country your attacking. Now your target country has plenty of time of advanced warning to terminate not on,y you, but your comrades. Not very smart, nor well-thought out. I will however, love to examine your choice of weaponry, as fighting without the intent to kill or to fight without vengeance is an art form."

-smiles knowingly-

[Hazel Smith]

-the terrorist hands you a small bag of weaponry- "This is just a small portion." -the terrorist boasts- "Soon our company will flatten your country."

[Cas Delaroche]

-smirks-

"You have now given me armaments to use against you. Again, not so smart, nor intelligent."

-pulls out the small dart gun and the small conceal carry handgun, and smiles warmly yet again, pulls the trigger on both and releasing, each hitting your solar plexus, knocking you out-

[Hazel Smith]

-the scene shifts, you are in a room and an old enemy of yours is threatening a small girl child, what do you do?-

[Cas Delaroche]

-closes eyes to still all movements of breath, then speaking-

"Why must you bully someone not your own size? Or, a better question, why must you bully in the first place, to bully anyone? I question your intelligence, but even more so, your disregard for another."

[Hazel Smith]

-the scene dissolves, and you are in the testing room once more with me nodding my head in approval- "Well done... well spoken, Caslirose."

[Cas Delaroche]

-smiles, a slight hint of a smirk playing across my face as you unstick the electrode from my temple, sighing, now wondering what my test result is-

"Thank you, Ms. Smith, I look forward to hearing my test results."

-swings my legs around to slide off the chair, but waiting-

[Hazel Smith]

"As, yes, your results. I must say, Caslirose, that you impressed me far more than I expected. I have heard good things about you - yes indeed, great things, and I have been blessed to experience you for myself. You, Cas, are Divergent: Erudite, Dauntless, Candor, Amity, and Abnegation."

[Cas Delaroche]

"Thank you, Ms. Smith, I will take this into serious consideration as I go forth into my Choosing. I, inversely, am honored to be tested by the Director."



-slips off the chair and reaches the door, looking back at you setting up for the next test and say-

"I'm guessing you're Divergent as well?"

[Hazel Smith]

-looks at you with a slight smirk- "However did you guess?"

[Cas Delaroche]

-smiles radiantly-

"I get this wierd feeling. You know what I'm talking about, right? It's just hard to describe it accurately."

[Hazel Smith]

"I do indeed. If you, in the future, choose to become an Aptitude Tester and become experienced, you will learn to make somewhat accurate guesses about their aptitude when you first see them. It is a joy to see the little ones grow up in Dauntless - painful, yes, but joy." -I study you- "You are wondering about my aptitude?"

[Cas Delaroche]

-a slight inclination of my head tells of affirmative assumptions-

"Yes, your innate intuitive erudition is precise. What is, or in your case, are your aptitude or aptitudes? I'd like to know what makes people divergent from the faction system."

[Hazel Smith]

"My aptitude, Cas, is Erudite, Candor, Dauntless, Amity, and AAbnegation." -my eyes twinkle- "What makes ys diffent, you ask? The Erudites are unable to control our movements, our structures. The comprehension span of our brain is different than "normal" people's, and Erudite cannot control us with their serums and tests. They track down Divergents, or try to, and experiment on their brain - as if they were lab rats. Sometimes they kill on sight. Those with three or less can only sense they are awake, but three or more can also manipulate them, as one can a dream. Since I have become leader, and Lonnie before me, we have put a half stop to Erudite, but there is a limit." -I sigh- "Even I am in danger."