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9/22/2015 11:36:25 PM
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The man at the front desk looks up at you with an electrical cigarette in between his teeth, his emotion tired and unamused.
"Mmkay..." the man says, "you have any special abilities?"
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Eh... [b]He seems to hesitate[/b] I'm a Psion. A natural Psion.
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"Alright. Well you'll get training once you go through some paper work. Hopefully, that'll improve your control and power of your abilities. Unless, that is, if you're already some sorta master at psionics. "So are you looking to start right away today or sometime later?"
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I'm already proficient in firearm use and my abilities. I'd prefer to start now, if I'm able.
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"Alright." The man then types for a moment on the keyboard of his computer terminal, and a stack of texted papers materialize on the counter in front of you. "There ya go. Take those home, read 'em, fill 'em out, and give 'em back to me tomorrow."
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[spoiler]are there certain things I need to put on the form or....[/spoiler]
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((No, just say you fill it out))
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[b]The next day he enters and hands over the forms[/b] Done.
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Alright. [b]He picks up the papers and walks out[/b]
