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

[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.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[This is a little better. He presses his face against the dress and pretends that he does not see the bloodstains he is getting all over it. After a little while, his breathing slows down to a more normal pace.]

. . . It's not really. . . . Everyone's . . .

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

There you go... [Keeps holding him, speaking gently.]

We can't do anything to help if we get worked up, okay? We can panic later, but right now we need to be strong and deal with this.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . . . . .

[Lucas takes a really deep breath at that. One that shakes his whole body. It's almost like a magic switch for him.]

. . . I have to go and help.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

We will go to help. [Yeah. She's not leaving room for ifs ands or buts on that.] But I need to know that you're going to be okay first.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[He nods slowly at that.]

I'm fine. . . . I shouldn't . . . I shouldn't have done that. I'm not really sure what came over me.

[This is more or less true. There's something he's still never said to anyone -- Not to Margot, not to the Netherlands. Blood in the trees . . . Blood in the forest. Lot's wife turned to salt when she gazed back upon what she loved, fleeing from disaster. Lucas merely sealed his memories far, far away.]

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

I don't know what's going on, exactly, but it's fucked up. It's got me on edge, too.

[Margot releases him and reaches for his hand.]

You said the post office? Let's get down there and we can help out, okay?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

They're talking away body parts for people's things . . . Every single thing the town does . . . It's just as bad every time.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

...That's what they meant by processing fee, huh? Fuck.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

And it's not clean and easy this time. There's blood all over. Let's go quick.

[He tugs at her hand to run.]

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[And she's running with him, off to help. She won't be able to do much, but the least she can is try to keep Lucas and medically, at best, her fire can be used to cauterize wounds.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

((OoC: Would you like to jump in here (http://notyoureditor.livejournal.com/4684.html?thread=209484#t209484) and pretend I planned this in advance? It's completely fine if you don't want to.))

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

((I would love to! I tagged!))