Fifteenth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

Stop it!  Stop going!  Stop . . . !  

There's   . . . There's so much blood, I -- [Lucas breaks off and seems to gasp for breath for a few moments.  He is, in fact, covered with the stuff despite not having exchanged anything at all, having just finished helping NIc.]  The sidewalk . . . Everything . . . Even on the trees.  It's just like when . . .

[The boy suddenly seems to snap back to reality.]

Who's a doctor?  Who's a nurse?  Who's a healer through whatever means?  Please, get uptown and help the people leaving the post office!  Anyone who's already lost something -- Find a medic!  You'll bleed to death if you don't get it treated!  If you see anyone who's lost a leg, get them help first!  Getting the blood vessels in your thigh severed is really dangerous.  No one should try to wait it out!

I . . . I think . . . I-I don't know.  If they're doing this . . . will it come back if we die . . . ?

((OoC: Just for clarification, Lucas is overreacting.  There 's a lot of blood, but probably not as bad as he's making it out to be.  This is the first time he's seen it in such large quantities -- and gushing out from someone while he's trying to heal them.  He's still a kid, after all.))

EDIT:
((For any replies after this edit, Lucas will be over his initial shock and can be found near by the post office if anyone needs healing to prevent from bleeding to death.  You may still reply to the initial contents of this post if you'd like.))

Lucas's List --
Striped Shirt: 5
Magic Cake: 5
Mr. Saturn's Tea Table: 20
Shield Snatcher: 25
Mystical Stick: 40
(There follows a long list of PSI, each registered at 200, culminating with)
PK Love Omega: 200
HINAWA's smile: (The price is scratched out.)
CLAUS's scent: (The price is scratched out.)
FLINT's love: (The price is scratched out.)

Comments

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

LUCAS. Snap the fuck out of it!

[Reaching to take him by the shoulders and look him in the eyes. She's already kind of freaked out enough, post-Teatime adventure.]

You need to calm down and take a deep breath, okay?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[He does so. It doesn't help. He tries it again. It still doesn't help. In about twenty seconds, he is hyperventilating.]

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[Wrapping him tightly in a hug and ignoring the blood. Her own dress is spattered with it anyway, it doesn't matter. She gently pats his hair, trying to be comforting.]

Sh, it's okay. You're alright. It's gonna be fine, okay? I promise it's going to be okay.

[windmill.livejournal.com]

[running up to him, scarf flying oh so dramatically in the wind] Lucas-?! Shit! Did you exchange anything-!? [assumes he's the injured one oh god.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas is a sight. His shoes are soaked, as is his left hand up to his elbow. Running away from the post office, he'd slipped and fallen so that it's all up his front and in his hair and unbeknownst to Lucas, his own blood is oozing out from a cut on his forehead.]

No. No no it wasn't me . . .

[windmill.livejournal.com]

[taking a moment to process this, having already grabbed the kid by the shoulders and begun inspecting him possessively.] God...damnit. Who..? What happened?

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

[Hey, look who's completely and utterly fine physically.]

Lucas! Christ... What'd they take?!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Nothing. Nothing . . . I don't want anything back. Not like that.

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

You're covered in blood... Here, use this.

[He takes off his shirt-- a normal Mayfield collared shirt-- and hands it to him. Normally, giving up an article of clothing would be akin to giving up a kidney, but not today.

Oh, and there's what looks like the most overstuffed suitcase it in the universe behind him. Don't mind it.]

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

Obviously people are gonna die if ya lop their leg off, kiddo. Fingers ain't nothin' to worry 'bout.

_{[Says the tree of a man with his right hand wrapped up in pieces of a shirt.]}

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It'll get infected and you'll get gangrene and you'll die!

[Lucas is, for some reason, angry. If you don't stop him, he's going to Lifeup-Punch your right arm.]

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

The hell is gangrene? Yer speakin' some kind of gibberish with that.

_{[Crossing his arms, head cocked to the side.]}

[defreezes.livejournal.com]

[sharply!] Pull yourself together or you'll be no better than they are. I just left the post office to get some supplies at home; unless someone went crazy with a gun up there in the time I was gone, I can safely say that you're overreacting.

Calm down.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

P-People are walking out without eyes and hands and fingers and limbs! They need help!

[defreezes.livejournal.com]

And how do you think they'll react when help comes and starts hyperventilating? I sure know I wouldn't find any comfort from that.

I can understand not having any confidence in yourself, but at least be strong for them.

[legendschild.livejournal.com]

[Derp, someone showed up late. Don't worry, he isn't bleeding or anything.]

Hey, saw you panicking around.

Uh... maybe this won't be helping much, but maybe I could lend a hand or something.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas was not panicking around he was strategically calling for assistance. This is how he remembers it and that's the story he's sticking with.]

Oh . . . Hi. . . . I don't know if anyone needs help right now but you can help me start cleaning off some of this blood, if you want.

[legendschild.livejournal.com]

Alright. [Without a second thought he used the jersey he recently got and cleaned off the blood.]

This any good?

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

[Fran hurries over, carrying a black doctor bag]

I heard the shouting~ Are you alright?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . It's not me. It's everyone else.

[This is surprising since Lucas is still pretty much covered in blood.]

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

Show me to the injured~ And where did the blood on you come from?

[bluecapboy.livejournal.com]

Lucas, what happened?! Are you all right?!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Luke . . . ? I-I'm fine. But there are a lot of people who need help.

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

[Oh, what. Why is Lucas covered in blood.]

What happened?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

((Pre or post Lucas flip-out?))

. . . Everyone . . . They're getting body parts hacked off everywhere.