a_gentle_boy | 46th PSI

[voice]
Oh, everyone...! It looks like something strange is happening, after all. I don't want to say I told you so, but... well, I did tell you so. Be careful if you're going outside, alright? Until we sort out what's happening, it'd probably be for the best if everyone kept to themselves. After all... Wouldn't it be just like the town to trick us into hurting each other again?

[Lucas laughs, less nervous than such a laugh ought to be. It's slightly unnerving.]

If, you know, the doubles are really the real people just acting different because the town has brainwashed them... Then, if we don't stop to think... Well, I don't want to think what might happen. Nobody wants to hurt their friends, right? We can't just believe the people in the pods because they're more... accurate. It would be just like the the town to pull something so awful!

Anyway, if you're hurt at all, please call me! I'll be right there to heal you. That's what I do best... Please, don't hesitate!

[action]
[And Lucas can be found in his garden, tending to his plants with a smile on his face. ...He's ripping them out. It was fall, after all. They were dying.]

[action 2, first for Rainbow Dash, but open afterwards for anyone]
[Naturally, in the middle of his dead garden sits a small pod about the size of a child or a young teenager.]

[action 3]
PK Flash!

PSI Counter Alpha!

[The explosive green light reflects against the shimmering shield, bouncing back with enough speed to catch nearly anyone off-guard; Lucas, though, is intimately familiar with his own battling techniques. A flick of his stick and the green light harmlessly diffuses into flashing sparks.]

You won't get away with this!

That's what I ought to say! I'm the real one!

Liar! You're nothing like me!

Because you're a fake! You attacked first!

You ran at me with your stick! Now stop pretending!

[The two psychic boys continue to duke it out in the front yard. Lucas doesn't fight too often, but it becomes clear from this battle that he is much more well-practiced than might have been expected. PSI after PSI is flung back and forth and met with counter or shield; swings to the head are dodged easily; flying leaps result in evenly matched stand-offs as the boys bounce against each other again and again. At one point, one of the Lucases backflips, collecting a massive amount of PSI power in his foot. The drive downwards is met with an equally powerful blast of PSI upwards from the defending Lucas; the resulting explosion sends both of them flying. ...This seems to be a signal for a brief respite. One of the Lucases certainly could use some help. His doppelganger was every bit his equal.]

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Why would I want to hurt your feelings? Just hearing my voice is enough to make you cringe nowadays, isn't it? You do a pretty good job of it on your own.

Nope. No I don't.

[Yes. Yes he does.]

And even if I did? Yeah, hearing you say that isn't helping your "I'm the real Lucas" statement.

Eheh. Don't you remember when we told the truth?

If I were perfectly honest with myself... this is exactly what I ought to say.

......

[Well. Shit. Alright. You've got him there.]

Except the thing is? Even when he said it? The tone was different. Yours is still off.

Um. A-Ah... Pokey... You're a mass murderer, and I don't like you...

Confidence is something I've always wanted to have, too.

You think I don't know that? I don't have any hopes of, or deserve, him liking me. Him liking me isn't the point. He's got every right to hate me. I guess you're entitled to it too, but I don't really give a crap.

So everyone just decided to tell everyone else they piss each other off because they magically got more confident? Are you kidding me?

Edited 2011-10-26 07:01 (UTC)

Well... Pissing people off or not, I think we have a clue in that you didn't need it.

I didn't need what?

Oh, nothing.

But Pokey, you know what I would really tell you if I were confident enough? I do like you.

No, you don't. Don't try to play with me like that.

[He doesn't know where the clone-it has to be a clone, right? That's what Ai meant by "new Ai". They're clones. They have to be.]

Of course I do. I owe my life to you.

...What are you getting at?

[Alright. He'll bite. He has a few ideas as to where he might be getting led in the conversation, but he has to know.

You helped me become everything I always wanted to be. I was always so timid... So weak. I depended on my family and my friends for everything.

Well... I can't depend on something that's been destroyed!

Oh. Cute. Yeah, I'm sure he's really happy about that then, huh?

You think this crap actually bothers me?

[It does.]

Oh, no, I know it does. That's why I'll never, ever tell what ends up happening to you. Whatever you think of will never come near as horrifying as your actual fate.

Yeah? Whatever it is can't amount to being here.

Oh.

Oh, no.

No, no. The horror of Mayfield will eventually end. It has to. They won't live forever.

Yeah?

Well whichever version of you I'd go back to bother won't have to worry about it. I've got plans in case it does.

Haha! But it's your own plans that doom you in the end. It'd be better for everyone if you just stopped.

...Breathing.

[There's a long pause on his end.]

Yeah.

It would be.

I'm not denying it.

Oh! I'm glad you have some sense, after all. But well, it doesn't matter in Mayfield, of course, so I guess there's nothing to be done here.

No.

Not really.

[He feels sick. It's not like self-destruction was particularly new to him. He'd already decided it'd be the path he'd take if Mayfield did come to an end and he couldn't simply choose to imprison himself there.

But it's different. Actually admitting it out loud. And his voice cracks a minute, before he can reply again.]

I'm sorry.

For existing. And what that entails

I'll probably never go and tell him that, the real you, but I guess I can tell you. Not like you matter or will remember, cause I doubt you'll be around much longer.

Edited 2011-10-27 04:21 (UTC)

It's nice of you to apologize! I'll keep it in mind every time I'm haunted by my memories.

I'll always be around. As long as you see my face and hear my voice... I'll be around.

Yeah. Alright.

[He has to hang up now. He can't keep this up.]

Haha, it was nice to talk to you, Pokey! I'm glad we were able to talk. I'll see you later!

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