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It was approaching 10:30 and Seb had already been up a few hour where normally he might just have been rising. This along with how he used most of free time had changed a few days past when he discovered his power. After a nasty bout of flu, he had awoken non the wiser to the change only to accidentally stab himself with nail later the next day while trying to repair one of the fences of the school that had been done in by some hooligan. In hindsight holding a nail with the point towards your hand was never a wise decision but he had not expected a combination of concentration and absent flick of his pinky to drive it into his palm. Having gone to hospital to get it stitched and get a tetanus shot, Seb decided that he might as well use the excuse of that and his prior sickness to get the Friday of as well.

 Investigating his strange ability in the comfort of his home was preferable to doing it while goofing off and possibly being caught. In the following two days he discovered his slowly growing ability to move and shape metal and had put his new muscle to work mainly on a large collection of pennies you inevitably end up with if you use cash to pay for things. 

The first day involved making sure he did not use his power by accident, his every movement could potentially move metal objects if accompanied with a level of concentration so learning to not focus on metal when he didn't want it to move was a strange skill to learn. Every action had an equal and opposite reaction and trying to lift something heavier actually made it hard or impossible to move the miming limb, though the power was gaining slightly more power with each attempt. On the molding side of his power, the various gubbins featured on his kitchen table now included a quarter of a century, 20 miniature crude roman legionaries of copper had been made over the 2 days he had his power, each more detailed than the last, sat arrayed in formation before him. 


His powers was the reason for his early rise, having it to practice had given him a reason to get up even on a Sunday rather than simply lazing about and possibly doing some exercise in the afternoon before tomorrows dreary life of a janitor begun again.  Stretching after adding the 20th soldier to the group Seb decided to exercise his other muscles, putting on his boots and jacket and heading out for a stroll. He needed to do some shopping anyway, being incapacitated by flu and then busy practicing had left him without much in the way of groceries and so headed to the main street. Rounding the corner he encountered the devastation where the glass had been blow out onto the street. How odd. Perhaps there were others like him, someone who's power’s manifestation had been much more dramatic than his own? Of course there might be a rational explanation, but Seb’s world had quickly rearranged itself around the existence of the supernatural, perhaps a bit to much but he felt he couldn't be blamed for his excitement. At any rate he decided that it might be wise to help out and at the same time see if he could get any information out of the others. 

Jogging quickly to the school he returned with a broom and pan wearing his jumpsuit and proceeded to assist with the cleanup, noticing that most of the town had apparently showed up to inspect the mess. He set to work generally cleaning up the mess and hoping he might be able to find something out from the various onlookers or store owners he was helping while he worked.