a_gentle_boy | Eighteeenth PSI

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Eighteeenth PSI

((I apologize in advance for being a drama whore. Indulge me. I am sorry.))

[The inhalation of Luke's hallucinatory gas has left Lucas in a terrible state. This is what he sees. The island of Tanetane . . . The island of nightmares and delusions. And though he knows that the images he sees must be false, he cannot help but succumb to his dark fears nonetheless. In fact . . . his mental delusions are so strong that anyone who comes near him may, perhaps, catch a momentary glimpse of his nightmares. Is this due to the gas lingering around his body or is this because of what is buried deep within his psychic mind?]

[Scenario 1]
Lucas has opened your mailbox and is rifling through the letters. The expression on his face is one of tormented anguish. Whispers can be heard if he is approached closely, though they do not appear to be made in his voice. "The boy named Lucas . . . The boy named Lucas . . . The boy named Lucas . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "    There is a terrifying scream. It is not his.

[Scenario 2]
Lucas is shivering and shuddering as he takes his bath. His bath appears to be a dirty puddle of mud in the park. Or a dirty pool of water on the side of the street. Or a septic tank. Or a poison swamp. A pool of knives. A pool of nothing. Nothing after nothing after nothing after nothing.

[Scenario 3]
He's running towards you with a baseball bat. "Run!" His voice is harsh as he engages the massive smiling face beaming balefully from midair. Will you fight with him? Will you help him? He needs to get home before supper. Hinawa is coming home for supper. When is Hinawa coming home? Come home, Hinawa. Come home.

[Scenario 4]
He's running towards you with a baseball bat. " . . . Get away!" He swings at you. He wants to kill you. Let him kill you. You should die.

[Scenario 5]
Lucas is huddled, knees to his chest, on the ground in the middle of the street. All of his things are spread out around him as he holds his hands over his ears and rocks back and forth. Approaching him, you may see a shadowy image and hear a torrent of harsh, angry, deriding words. Why are you coming near him? What are you doing? What did you do to him? Huh? . . . . . . . . I did it to him? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . No. Don't go near him. Don't go near him. You did it. Don't go near her. Don't go near her.   Don't go near her. Don't go near her. Lucas did it. Lucas did it. Lucas did it. Lucas did it.

[Scenario Q]
You could have saved me.
Why didn't you save me?
Switch places with me.
I want
I want to be
I want to be alive, Lucas.
You're more . . .
You're more . . .
You're more . . . . . . . .
It's all your fault. It's your fault. It's your fault. I hate you. You don't deserve it. No one loves you.  Everyone's waiting for you. Everyone's waiting to throw rocks at you, spit on you, and make your life hell. Everyone hates you. Everyone hates you. I hate you.
Switch with me
Switch with me
Die
I want to be
you
I will be

you

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[She'd meant to check up on him after the town had gone Communist, and somehow she hadn't. Of course, this doesn't really seem like a good time to try.]

[ Wy opens her door as she hears the scream. ]

H-hey, what's goin' on out here?! Why're ya going through our mail? Learn manners!

[What do you get when you mix one (1) wandering Parsee, inattentive and upset due to waking up in a weird place that isn't her home, and a Lucas hopped up on hallucinatory gas? Something inevitable; she hears his words too late, turns too slow, and is wide open for a blow from the young boy's bat.

She'd have to agree with you, though, if she knew: she should die.]

_{[He glances over his shoulder when he catches his warning, but he's a little too late and he catches the bat with his midsection. Can anyone say 'major bruising in the morning'? That is, assuming he can get away.]}

[Lucas's behavior throughout the day has not gone unfollowed by those who keep a sharp eye out for disturbances. Granted, disturbances happen all the time in Mayfield, but this one in particular is truly promising.

Armed with a baseball bat of his own, Slugger steps out onto a patch of lawn in an alley set between neighboring rows of houses. Seemingly, he has just passed right through a tall privacy fence (or was it only the effects of the hallucinogen?) and directly into the boy's line of vision.

An attack is imminent. Slugger sees it coming, sees it in the kid's eyes. Something is so wrong.

Something... is so right.

There comes an explosive metallic crack when the two bats meet, Slugger's bat poised even with the horizon to block the other's oncoming swing.]

[ooc] I may have to ask something of you...

[What.

What are you doing in the street, Lucas. That is not where Lucases are supposed to go.]

... Lucas? What're y'doin' out here?

[He takes the bat to the chest, because he hadn't expected Lucas to hit him when he'd run up to him. Netherlands staggers back a little, swearing beneath his breath, the wind knocked out of him.]

Shit- Lucas- the fu- hell?

Uhh, Lucas? What'cha doing?

[He stands near the other boy, totally confused. He looks miserable, so why is he splashing in that puddle?]

You look really strange like that, you know...

[ slowly approaching. ]

H-hey... y-you okay there, lil' guy?

((Scenario Q + 5, if possible))

- - - -

"Shut up.."

[Ness had been on a casual stroll when he saw Lucas, prone and curled up in the middle of the street. He could tell that, obviously, something was VERY off. The atmosphere surrounding his friend was dark, grim, like an energy that could only be compared to the evil of the world he was birthed from. Running quickly to Lucas' side, he was stopped mere feet away from his friend, the pressure beginning to build as the voices began. He stood over the ball of a boy, his hands and arms shaking with an anger that would be difficult to repress. The voices ring loud and clear within his mind and ears, pressing his emotions in check to the threshold of his control.]

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

[They linger. They taunt and jeer. Every word cuts like a dagger, deeper than any wound he had ever felt before. What was this? What had happened here? He could feel what little strength inside of him begin to crumble, as if the foundation of every thing he had stood for was being ripped out from under him.]

".. No.. NO! DON'T LISTEN!"

[Gripping at the sides of his head, he does whatever he can to try and squelch the sounds from entering his ears. It's coming. The breaking point was near. How was he losing it so easily? His psychic powers gone, he had no defense against such things.]

"I.. I can't.. I WON'T! I WON'T LOSE ANOTHER FRIEND!!"

[With what capability he had left, Ness fell to his knees and began to shout. As if his words were a prayer from within his heart, he hoped that his words would bring some thing.. some sort of saving grace or relief to this strange situation that he had happened upon.]

"I.. I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON, LUCAS! I CAN'T BEGIN TO THINK OF WHAT IS GOING ON, BUT I DO KNOW THIS..

YOU ARE NOT ALONE! YOU HAVE SO MANY PEOPLE HERE WHO.. WHO CARE ABOUT YOU HERE! YOU CAN NEVER BE ALONE, DO YOU HEAR ME?!!

YOU'RE THE ONLY FRIEND I HAVE HERE!! YOU'RE SO LUCKY.. SO LUCKY TO HAVE SO MANY PEOPLE WHO LOOK.. UP TO YOU! THERE ARE PEOPLE HERE.. WHO NEED YOU.. BECAUSE THEY WANT YOU AS THEIR FRIEND!

WE CAN.. WE CAN FIGHT THIS TOGETHER! I'M.. I'M SORRY.. SORRY I'M ALWAYS OFF SOME WHERE ELSE.. I'M SORRY I DON'T KNOW YOU AS.. MUCH AS I'D LIKE TO.. WE'RE BONDED BY SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS! GIGYAS.. PORKY.. THE LOSS YOU'VE FELT BECAUSE.. BECAUSE I DIDN'T DEFEAT PORKY IN MY WORLD!

[His hands fall from his ears, his palms facing the sky above as his limbs go limp against the ground. His body leans forward, his back arching into the air as his lungs expand, taking in the largest breath of air he has ever gasped for.]

"IF ANYONE SHOULD HAVE ROCKS THROWN AT THEM, THEN IT'S ME!! IF IT MEANS YOU SNAPPING OUT OF THIS, THEN THROW EVERY ROCK YOU CAN FIND AT ME! I WON'T LOSE A FRIEND HERE, I'LL BE DAMNED IF I LOSE ANYONE I CARE ABOUT ANYMORE!!"

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RNG says 4, but Mia isn't really into dying

1

4

4

4 of course

5 yo

4, because I apparently want to cry. ...also 5 if you can combo 'em ;u;