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“Attention Vinyl City, this is Tatiana. It has been brought to my attention that there have been a few small blackouts in the outer rings of the city- I have already sent my top construction parties to survey the situation and see to the problem. In the mean time, I would like to remind everyone that the city is rapidly growing, and these blackouts are a sign of progress being made, and that is all thanks to NSR. Remain patient and calm, and remember... ORDER. ORDER leads to progress in Vinyl City. Have a pleasant evening.”

Tatiana lowered her finger, pressing a key on the monitor to end her transmission, her image- having been broadcasted to every public screen that dotted the city- now replaced with whatever ads were being played prior. 

She took a deep breath and sighed. Everything was normal, and orderly, and functioning as they should be (for the most part). Her office was silent now, aside from the gentle tick-tock of the clock that made up the floor, the phone no longer ringing to remind her of what currently ailed the city.

She was about to sit at her desk to continue her paperwork, when the sound of footsteps on the glass floor caught her attention. She paused, without turning around.

((I’m online again, I’m going to try to stay off my main blog for a while, for reasons that might be obvious. So, I’ll be here, hopefully regaining my confidence as a writer and a roleplayer and making new friends for the next few days, or, I hope, the next few weeks.

Anyways,

Well, considering he was a psychic, it was inevitable that he’d be asked this some time. Psychics didn’t usually ask this about other psychics, as the discovery of their abilities is usually a traumatic experience, for one reason or another. It was a question most nosy non-psychics asked out of naivety right after discovering their friend was psychic.

And Oleander didn’t have many of those.

He cleared his throat, working up a story.

“When I was a boy, I had to work with my old man to run a butcher shop! It was hard work, but we were the most successful butchery in town! Me, my father, his father, his father, and all our fathers before all lived, fought, and died for this country! We weren’t at all swayed by the bloodshed- the beheading of small animals! We’ve done things worse than you could ever imagine! It was hard and grueling work, but it was nothing compared to the pure chaos that is war.

“I discovered my ability when a pig got loose and tried to escape. A 1000 pound monster- I tell ya, no one realizes how big a pig is until they come face to face with one!-  it charged straight at me. I was backed up against a wall, my old man couldn’t keep up. I closed my eyes and braced for the inevitable, my life flashing before me- but the pig never hit me. I opened my eyes and I kid you not the thing was floating right in front of me. Telekinesis, I couldn’t believe it either.”

He crossed his arms and smiled, satisfied with his tale. He hoped it was all consistent enough to be believable.