Seventeenth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas has a package!  It is very large and it is wrapped up all nicely on his driveway, blocking the passage of any cars.  He wonders momentarily what he could have possibly gotten back until realizing that he only has one 'possession' that's shaped like this.  After spending about twenty minutes carefully removing it from its packaging, Lucas beams at the extremely odd . . . thing.]

Hi.  It's nice to see you again.

[With that, he gets on.  And is instantly dragged away.]

W-Wha . . . Uwahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  S-S-Slowwww d-doooooown!

[He hangs on for dear life.
Mr. Saturn's Tea Table is rampaging around the town!  Lucas has forgotten how to control this thing and is liable to smash into anybody and everything.  It's a little smaller than a car and seats four.  Here is a picture although it's larger than that in canon.  Here is a video demonstrating it running things over.]

Sorry!  . . .   Ah, get out of the way! . . .   I-I'll heal you later . . . !   Tea Table!   You've got to calm down!

Comments

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Yup. It was a gift from some people I met called the Mr. Saturns.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

...You come from the weirdest world, kid.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . It is a bit strange, I guess. Have I ever told you much about it?

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

I don't think you have... Maybe when we're not hurtling down the street on a tea table?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

That's true. Maybe we should talk about something that takes less attention.

[The top of a garbage can goes flying over their heads.]

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

We can... grab a malt and talk about this later? On me.

[Shoots at the garbage can with a bolt of lightning, sending it ricocheting away for good measure.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

You've bought me way too many malts already. I think it's my turn to pay this time.

[Lucas gapes.]

Is that what you got back?

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

It's not like I spend my money on anything, anyway. I don't mind.

[She just grins.]

Got my air magic back~

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It's the same thing for me, too, then.

[Not that he actually makes any money. Lucas nods in satisfaction at Margot's explanation.]

PK Thunder. I think that was probably around the strength of a Beta.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

What does Beta rank on the PK scale?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

There's Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Omega.

All the PSI you've seen me use so far has been Beta. I haven't got the really strong stuff back yet -- Omega Lifeup heals everyone who's standing within about 20 feet of me. PK Thunder Omega, uh.

It's like being struck by lightning. Except three or four times as bad.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

I think I have an idea.

[Margot smirks. Excuse her, she's having a badass moment.]

And hey -- that'll be really cool when you get it back. It'll come in real useful if stuff starts to happen again.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I'm guessing I won't get that back until the very end. It's either that or PK Love.

An idea?

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

What does PK Love do?

...I kinda sailed out into a storm once. On purpose. Wasn't the brightest thing I had done, but it was pretty neat.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

PK Love . . . Um. It's hard to explain. I use it and monsters fall over and stop trying to kill me.

Is that how you learned to shoot lightning like that?

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

...Magic in your world is bizarre.

I had been practicing before that, but it gave me a pretty good push. Set me back with water, though, quite a bit, but that's how things go.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Maybe my world is normal but every other world is bizarre. I don't think you've ever explained much about your own magic to me . . .

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

Kind of complicated. Another malt topic, I think.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

My turn to buy.