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[thefuckinhalf]

[Sara is in the oxygen garden today, apparently alone - maybe Cid isn't with her, or maybe he's nearby getting dirty or something, who knows. But Sara looks even more wary than usual as she looks at the camera. The camera turns, and anyone watching this can see that she's got a plain silver lighter - and it's floating a couple inches off her hand, sort of circling around in the air.]

I know there are people here with... powers. Magic, superpowers, whatever the hell you call it.

Telekinesis.

[She obviously doesn't like this, not one bit, but it's also obvious that it's something she feels she needs to do.]

I need some... help. If you're a telekinetic. [One last look at the camera, and she turns it off. Yep, that's it.]

((OOC note: after this goes down.))

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[thefuckinhalf]

No one that I've ever heard of. [She scowls a little at his question, then just floats the lighter again. Yeah, that's it.]

What can you do?

[triedtobe]

[ Peter just stares at her for a moment -- it'd be easy to show her a little more viscerally, it's not like he hasn't rammed people up against walls before with a thought, but he looks sideways, glancing around for a moment. He's not sure how impressive he needs to be, or if he just needs to prove himself capable, but he's not even sure it matters.

But the plants provide ample enough evidence, and he finally lifts a palm almost absently, directing it to overhanging growth nearby. A patch of thickly grown vines wound around a tree are pulled sufficiently off before being set carefully wound onto the ground and Peter once more pockets his hands with a shrug. ]

I've stopped bullets, opened locked bank vaults, and gotten a few cats out of trees- [ Okay, so maybe he hasn't saved any cats. But with another glance around, he picks out a nearby apple tree, and once more lifts a hand, telekinetically picking an apple before it snaps into his palm, holding it out to Sara. ] I can do enough.

[thefuckinhalf]

[She watches him carefully, eyes narrowed. She sees what he does, and hears his words - but there are some even bigger questions she needs to address before this can go any further.]

Could you kill someone with it?

[triedtobe]

[ That's an easy question and Peter's not a liar. ]

Yeah, of course I could. [ Though Peter does giver her a slight look, because he thought that much would be obvious. Admittedly, he's just a bit confused; he doesn't know what answer she's looking for here. If one at all. ] Depends on if your'e going for finesse or brute strength.

[thefuckinhalf]

[Sara sighs, knowing she won't be able to tell him much more without just telling him the truth of it.]

It's not me. And I don't want anyone to die, that's why I'm askin'. Could you teach someone to control it? Could you teach them how to not hurt people on accident?

[triedtobe]

[ Ah... well, that does change things a bit. Depending on who the person is, but Peter's still fairly sure he can work with the given information at hand. ]

Yeah. I could. Doesn't matter who it is. [ Peter hasn't gotten anywhere the past four-years by half-assing anything. It's a yes or no when it comes to this, he gets it. ] No one's gonna die because of it.

[thefuckinhalf]

Even if it's a kid? A child? [This is kind of important, too - adults are one thing, but a rambunctious five-year-old?]

[triedtobe]

[ That almost gets a smile out of Peter. Almost. ] I can handle kids. Never tried to help one with an ability, but kids are always more flexible. More ready to learn. Adults get stuck, think they're the ones that know better.

[ He gives a nod. ] So, yeah. Even a kid.

[thefuckinhalf]

He's five. Doesn't have a lot of patience. [She pauses a moment.] But he's good, and he doesn't want to hurt anyone.

[triedtobe]

What five year old actually has that much patience. [ Noah's four and like hell he'll sit for a millisecond too long for someone to come put his DVD on before he's trying to stuff it in there himself. But Peter still gets it. ]

Then that's what matters. He just has to want it. Almost more than anything else.

[thefuckinhalf]

He does. [She says that with conviction, because she knows her son, and she's seen it on his face - in his eyes.] All he wants to do is keep me safe.

You can meet him. After the jump. He needs some time to rest.