Fourteenth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

[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.]

Comments

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[He sits down on the grass, cross-legged. He's clearly interested.]

Ah. No, you quite clearly don't feel the part of an aggressor, although I'd suspect it's a role you've had to fulfill more than once against your will, isn't it?

[No malice. Just interest. If he had his powers back, he could know everything there was about the boy. At the moment, all he could do was try and make guesses based on the boy's behavior and speech.

It was an interesting challenge.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Weirdness vibes even higher now. Lucas begins to aimlessly play with his yo-yo, accidentally rolling it back a little too far and making him take a few steps back.]

But I was just yelling and screaming and I hit you in the face . . .

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

That was an accident, yes.

But not many people play with it the way you do. I find that...interesting. I've never seen a human do what you had with a yo-yo before.

[He runs his hand over the patch of scorched grass left by Lucas' Walk the Dog, just examining it.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It's more the yo-yo, I think. It belonged to a pretty special person . . .

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

Quite possible. Items can hold power, depending on their previous users.

And the yelling and screaming?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Do you mean why I was doing that? I was, um. Practicing martial arts. They said that it worked better if you yelled louder.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

And why were you practicing martial arts?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It was mostly because I was bored. I've been trying to learn a lot of things this summer.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

I see.

[Perhaps he was wrong then. But, oddly enough, he didn't feel disappointment. It was interesting to be proven wrong for once.]

Learning is truly an interesting experience.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Well, of course he wasn't actually wrong. Lucas feels bad about evading the question, but he doesn't feel like giving the story of his life to a complete stranger.]

It is. . . . You're not talking about my martial arts, are you?

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[Sorry Lucas, have a creeper who's used to knowing everyone's life story without asking. Actual conversation with new people is a weird and exciting new experience for him.]

No, I suppose I wasn't. What do you think I was talking about?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I think you were talking about learning about me.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[A thin smile forms across his lips.]

You, and all who are here. It is part of my role.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

You like to watch and learn about people?

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

I do.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

You should probably meet the girl who likes to do that, too, then. She's kinda weird.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

Perhaps I should. Where could I find her?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I don't really know. She doesn't like to talk much, I don't think.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

Hm. I suppose some who take the interests I do wouldn't.