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writing/soot.md

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 If Abby was at front, if she was not along for the ride simply as a passenger, she worked as a Psionic Mantis.
 
+The job was not so drastic as the training made it sound. Mostly, she would just walk around and talk with people. She would listen to their stories. She would giggle and run circles around them. She would sit in chairs and tell them about whatever her special interest was for the week.
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+Sure, she would also send out the occasional metapsionic pulse — one of the defining features of the job, and the deciding factor as to who would be Mantis for the shift — to find out who around her was a psionics user and take notes just in case, but mostly, she just...talked. She just existed as the station's sibling. Still childish. Still, in some weird way only twelve years old, despite this twenty-five year old body she inhabited. She just mingled with her family and helped how she could.
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 (Command ethos: older sibling, wants to support the station)
 
 (Glimmer keeps rising)