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- Maybe I should have, in hindsight. My father’s ability fell under the broad category of telekinesis, except that it only applied, at its most basic level, to small things—but the limit was ‘size’ not ‘amount,’ so it was possible for him to control many, many, many small things, which could add up to something very large that he could control piecemeal. When my sisters and I had been younger, our whole family would take trips to the beach and dad would always build massive and elaborate sand castles for us to play on, which he’d support and rearrange with his Semblance, so I knew how skilled he was in controlling particulate matter, too.
- So of course he’d be able to use it to manipulate Dust powder, as well. Given the type of things he needed to fight on a regular basis, what else would he make bombs with? And if he could control the precise quantity and mixture of many different kinds of Dust and arrange it just right—and obviously he could—then the only limits were the amount and type of Dust he had available and his imagination.
- And with the powder form being by far the cheapest and easiest to use type of Dust…
- I smiled widely. I guess this was to be expected, from my father—he didn’t get where he was today because of luck.
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