Telekinesis Part 2

>"Oh no, not again."

>You barge into the library, causing as much noise as possible.

>Twilight usually doesn't like you due to your blatant disregard for physics. Today is no exception.

"Hey, Twilight! I just figured out how to do something else!"

>You slip on the thick leather glove and hold your hand out.

>She looks at you with a mixture of irritation, scepticism and expectancy.

"Since heat is just vibrations of molecules and so on and so forth, if I shake my hand really fast, it should catch on fire!"

>A single raised eyebrow.

>You take a deep breath, and start to shake your hand violently.

>And sure enough, seconds later, your hand bursts into flames.

>Twilight recoils from the flames. Really, she should have expected this.

>"Ah! Fire hazard!"

>You are quickly removed from the building by her damned telekinesis. To be fair, it was probably a bad idea to set your hand alight inside a library in the first place.

>Tossing the still flaming glove from your hand onto the ground and stomping the flames out, you amble back into the library.

>You are now Anon Yttri Mous, interior decorator extraordinaire.

"I find your library to be remarkable in it's complete and utter organisation. In fact, I will remark on it. Your library is boring and needs more floating things."

>Twilight is still frazzled and wide-eyed, and as such offers no resistance to you removing the books from their shelves, one by one, and placing them firmly in the air a few inches away from the bookshelves.

>You get an entire shelf done before Twilight snaps out of it and, for the second time in five minutes, tosses you outside with her damned telekinesis.

>Lousy telekinesis, being all capable of manipulating objects from a distance!

>You holler at the library.

"I'll be back later!"

>Several hours later, you find yourself making modern art.

>Well, that's what you claim to be doing, all you're really doing is drumming up business for Applejack's apple stall.

>Whether she wants you to or not.

>You get another bowl, wide and wooden, and place it at an angle in mid-air a short way off the table.

>Then, you get a number of apples, and place them trailing upwards from the bowl.

>The effect you're going for is that a bowl full of apples has been knocked off the table and was frozen in time.

>Applejack doesn't approve very much.

>"Ah don't feel safe with you doin' that. Feels like witchcraft."

"Well then, you obviously know absolutely nothing about true art. And besides, there's not a single iota of magic being used to hold any of the apples aloft."

>"That's what worries me. At least with Twi you know there's something normal involved. This just don't feel natural."

>Placing the final apple at the apex of the sculpture, you stand back and marvel for a moment.

>And then on to the next sculpture.

>You grab an entire barrel of apples and place it fairly high up, taking the lid off.

>Then, you take a bunch of the apples out and place them so they look like they've fallen out of the barrel.

>Now you need a string...

"Hey, Applejack! Mind if I have a few of your tail hairs?"

>"Now whut in the world do you need that for?"

>Not dignifying such a preposterous question with an answer, you pluck a hair out.

>She yelps and jumps, but that doesn't matter.

>You tie the string to the barrel balloon and hold the other end.

>The next few hours are filled with advertising.

>The outlandish decorations are a bit off-putting at first, but once everypony realises that they won't tumble over any time soon business booms.

>Everypony that wanders past gets an apple from your balloon as a free sample. It's great.

>But, by late afternoon, you get bored. You tie the barrelloon to the stand and wander off in search of more weird shit to do.

>Eventually you make it back to Twilight's library. You couldn't find anything interesting to do.

>It is time to plan your break-in.

>You think for a moment before completely ditching the idea of a plan.

>You look up at the highest window on the treebrary. That is your target.

>You hop up and grab a hold of the air tightly.

>Then you swing your other hand up to a bit higher than that.

>Air ladder, go!

>A brief climb later and you are staring into Twilight's bedroom. She is sleeping peacefully. 'twould be a shame if she woke up.

>You oh so quietly open the window, and slipperily step into the silent sanctum.

>With a quietness that can only be achieved by literally not touching the floor, you make your way down to the library proper.

>It's uninteresting order is maddening.

>Sliding up to one of the bookshelves you begin your interior decorating once again.

>Twilight wakes up the following morning to find you sleeping on a cloud of books, a good three feet off the ground.

>Besides that, most of the books have been placed in their usual order, but out a foot and in an upwards spiral.

>Pieces of blank paper are placed in the air as sort of stepping stones, in a spiral staircase formation.

>And to top it all off, all of the furniture that was once held to the ground is now on the ceiling.

>You awaken to Twilight screaming at the top of her lungs.

>Sliding off your masterfully constructed bed, you tap your purple alarm clock on the top of the head.

>"How did you get in here! The door was locked!"

>You scratch your head and rub your eyes. She was being bothersome.

"There was a crack at the bottom."

>"What?!"

"A crack. At the bottom of the door. I got in through there."

>She is silent, her mouth hanging open.

"So, are you going to teach me how to do telekinesis, or what?"