a_gentle_boy | Fourteenth PSI

[It is time to sum up what Lucas has been doing all summer. This is the culmination of hours of hard work and dedication. This is the pinnacle of success for the boy who has been deprived of a normal childhood. It is also the first time the player has tried a post of this sort.

Four scenarios will be presented. One is welcome to respond to as many of them as one wishes. Numbering the initial comment may be helpful.]

First Scenario:
[It is a peaceful day in Mayfield. But what is that horrific racket? As the alarm rings insistently, smoke pours out an open window accompanied shortly after by its source, a flaming brick of some sort that unfortunately lands in a rosebush and immediately sets it on fire. Closer inspection would reveal that this was once formerly a cakepan. Closer inspection is, however, impossible due to the fact that a coughing, choking Lucas covered in soot has just run out the front door and is now blasting the burning bush with the hose. He does not look pleased.]

Second Scenario:
[It is a peaceful day in Mayfield. But what is that horrific racket? Again? In the park, birds, humans, and anything with ears quietly begin to edge away from the child ostensibly playing a recorder on a bench. In actuality, he is managing to hit a note that has never been recorded before in the history of mankind. This is a great achievement and is followed shortly after by the world record of 'most incorrect notes played simultaneously on one instrument'.

After about twenty minutes of this, Lucas sighs and places the instrument on the bench beside him. He does not look pleased.]

Third Scenario:
[It is a peaceful day in Mayfield. It is difficult to make a horrific racket while drawing, so the town is spared, for now. He is again in the park, but this time, stares intensely at anyone who happens by. Those who come up from behind may notice that his artwork is . . . Well, actually, it's not terrible. He doesn't seem too pleased with himself, though, and there is soon a large pile of crumpled paper around him.]

Fourth Scenario:
[It is not a very peaceful day in Mayfield. There is a boy in the middle of his yard yelling, screaming, and performing the most bizarre form of martial arts ever invented. It seems, somehow, to involve a lot of kicking and a lot of . . . yo-yo tricks. Walk the Dog leaves a trail of burning grass, Around the World breaks off a tree branch with concussive force, and the Forward Pass is . . . actually headed straight at your face. Whoops.]

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Yeah. These are even better than mine.

[Better cherish that phrase, Lucas, because there's no way she'd admit that to most others.]

You like to draw, too, Shiraasan? It's the first . . . hobby-thing I tried when I got here. Can I see yours sometime?

Sometimes. Usually when I'm bored. The books here are even more boring than the ones at home.

Maybe next time I draw.

None of them are really useful at all. I don't know why I would want books about soldiers and cars and war.

OK. You'll have to let me know.

All I find are kids books that are even sappier than what Hibiki used to give me.

Sure.

That's right. I still haven't met her, yet . . . I completely forgot, actually. Sorry, Shiraasan.

Is she getting used to this place OK?

She still freaks out about everything, but that's normal for her.

Even for someone who's powerful enough to make . . . almost-humans?

She's kind of useless in a pinch. That's why I have to protect her.

Oh! I think I got it. That's why you're always trying to protect everyone.

Nah, that part's because it's what I'm made for.

. . . Well, I mean. If she made you to protect her, that's why you think that, right?

Huh? That's not why she made me.

. . . Why did she make you, then?

...

There was a woman in our world who wanted to make a Homunculus to replace her daughter, but she couldn't do it. Hibiki made me and tried to give me to her.

The lady let me go back, though. [Because she cried. But she's not gonna say that.]

. . . Oh. I'm sorry if I asked something you'd rather not have told me. That doesn't sound like a very good reason to make a Homunculus, though.

[Shrug.]

Hibiki's always doing stuff like that. She likes to try to help people.

Replacing a dead family member is a stupid thing to do. It's just wrong. But I guess if she hadn't done it, you wouldn't be here.

Right. I think the lady realized it, though, 'cause otherwise she probably wouldn't have let me go back to living with Hibiki instead.

Yeah. Anyone who's got any sense would realize that in the end. I don't mean you made for a bad replacement, but it's not something you can replace.

Nope. Besides, she was-

[...A pause. She was... what? It's not like she actually knew the daughter in question, as she'd died long before Shiraasan was created.

...Or did she? There was definitely a vague memory of a dream with a girl. Hmm.]

...I didn't wanna be her daughter anyway. I like Hibiki better.

. . .

Y-Yeah. You guys're probably really close now, right?

Well, she was always looking out for me at home, so yeah.

It's good you have someone like that. I was a little worried about you before she showed up, actually . . .

Hm? Why would you be worried?

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