Eighth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

Hi, everyone.

Um.  I guess this is kind of a silly thing to mention, but I'd like to say that what I got back the other day was my PSI.  I think most people think of it as magic . . . But it's a bit different.  Anyway, most of the PSI I know is used for defense and healing.  So if anyone is ever hurt or anything, please let me know.  I'm sure a lot of other people here know healing magic, too, but I'll be glad to fix you up as well as I can, which is, well.  Pretty good, actually.  I can heal mostly anything . . . As long as you're not actually dead, Lifeup will do the trick.  Oh.  I can't turn people back from stone either.  Which actually happens more often than you'd think it would.

I was thinking about finding a job at the hospital . . . But I don't think they take kids.

Anyway, thanks for your time.

EDIT:
[Lucas's PSI skills are put to the test.  Unfortunately, the poor guy was dead before he could do anything at all.]

 AH!  Mr. Captain . . . He -- I think he's dead.  W-What should I do?  When will he come back?! . . . . . How could something like this have happened already?

Comments

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Look kid, I wouldn't worry 'bout it. Everyone respawns here tha next day anyway, plus knowin' tha Cap'n he prob'ly won't even remember it.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I've heard that, but . . . Well. Even if he does come back, dying is still a pretty big deal.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Ain't as bad as ya think. Well, so long as it's fast anyway. Seriously kid, don't sweat it.

Wait. Where's his body?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . It's still in the tree outside my house.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Awright, that... that might get ya tha wrong attention. Where ya live? I'll drag his ass home. He lives across tha street from me.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

846 Goldberg Street.

Thank you, mister. I appreciate it. . . . Ah. I can help.

[action time!]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout will be over in a few minutes. He's outside surveying the carnage, shaking his head.]

Cripes. Cap'n, tha crap ya manage ta get yerself inta astounds me.

Re: [action time!]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas heads outside when he sees a stranger loitering around the corpse.]

Are you the man who said he would bring Mr. Captain home? He's probably pretty heavy . . .

I'm Lucas, by the way.

[action time!]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Oh hey. I'm Scout. Yeah I'll drag his dumb ass back home.

Naw, it's nothin', I'll get him down. [Scout, in almost a blur, runs up and jumps straight from the ground into the tree effortlessly. He stands in a branch right about Cap's body.]

What a damn mess! This rummy owes me, I'll tell ya that much.

[With a strong kick, Scout dislodges Cap from the tree. The Captain hits the ground with a disgusting thud. Scout leaps down from the tree and lands easily.]

Right. Well. He'll be fine tomorrah kid, maybe he'll actually be sober when he gets up. 'S that all then?

[Scout grabs one of Captain's legs. He plans on literally dragging him back to Mitchell Road.]

1/2

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

W-Wait! You . . .

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

PSI Shield!

[The Captain's body bounces off the ground, encased in a glowing bubble of some sort. Lucas keeps his hands outstretched while he speaks.]

I-It would probably be easier if you rolled him back. I'll keep the shield up.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout backs up from the bubble, blinking.] The hell is that? Some kinda magical hamster ball?

[He pushes it with his hand once, rolling it, then laughs.] Wow, kid. Nice trick. [And off he'll roll it back to Mitchell Road!]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas will follow from a short distance until he's confirmed that the PSI will last until the Captain makes it back to his house.

He wonders if perhaps, he ought to have trusted the body with someone more reliable. Oh well.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

No worries, kid, the dumbass'll be fine tomorrah. Next time he'll remember ta look where he's goin'. Take it easy! [And off he rolls. Scout thinks this is all goddamn hilarious.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Oh, um. Right. Thank you . . .