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"Follow me." You gesture at Benjamin to follow behind you. Given how he doesn't have any other ideas on what to do, he does so. The office isn't that far away so surely you can get there without-
You stop mid step when you notice an employee is turning around to look right in your direction. If you move even an inch, you're probably going to get caught. Okay, shit, you might've been able to get through if you were a bit quicker. Think, Nicole, think.
Your eyes glance back at the two thugs you can barely make out at the counter. You have a new power that is perfect for this. You stretch your left hand out and focus on the thug on the left; he's slightly more visible than the other one so it's easier for your power. Better line of sight.
Transparent strings launch out of your fingertips and latch onto the arms and legs of the thug. At first he doesn't seem to notice anything is off. You pull your thumb back and, lo and behold, the thug's arm moves without his consent.
"Wha-?" He looks down at his arm that's currently raised up in the air. "What the fuck?" Your hand moves on its own, pulling and tugging at the strings connected to him. You're not sure what you're doing but you seem to have an innate understanding on how to use this ability.
[ANOMALOUS ABILITIES] It's hard to describe. You simply think to use them and they automatically work, no training needed. You can still train them to be STRONGER, of course.
This is currently manifesting as the thug beating the everloving shit out of his friend. It's sickening to watch, frankly, given how both are crying out in sheer horror at what's happening to them.
"WHAT THE FUCK?! STOP, STOP!" The non-possessed thug keeps his arms up in a defensive block.
"I CAN'T STOP! PL-PLEASE! FUCKING HELP!" Tears are running down the possessed thug's face. You're able to use ALL of his strength against the other thug.
>RESTRAINT: 4/6. Your brain <span class="mu-r">burns...</span>
Benjamin covers his mouth to suppress a gasp of horror and...excitement? Everyone else (including the head chefs) is watching the fight with equal measures horror, confusion, and panic. Excellent. You grab Benjamin's arm with your other hand to pull him into the office. Your right hand keeps moving all on its own to pilot its puppet.
"STOP! FUCKING STOP!" Benedict's voice booms out. Several footsteps rush from the kitchen to the front counter. Probably to stop your cute little puppet from doing anything. Wait, why did-
Nevermind that. Not important.
The two of you enter the office. To be blunt, it's a cluttered mess that's a pain for your burning, still mildly hungover brain to even look at. Let alone search. It's a remarkably cramped place with only a few feet of room to move in. Every other spot is filled with a cabinet, a shelf filled with various boxes, and a computer desk with piles on piles of paperwork on it.
This is going to fucking suck.
"This is going to suck!" Benjamin chirps out. Why does he sound happy about it???
