Nineteenth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

[filtered to Vince]
Mist -- . . . Vince?  If you're free sometime soon . . . Sometime really soon, preferably.  And, um.  If you don't mind having to pull off a small miracle.  And . . . If you promise not to yell at me or anything when you see me.

I really need a haircut.

[filtered to Luke, Wy, Shiraasan, Lyn, Ness, and Duster]
Are you all OK?  Did you make it through the night?

[open call]
Did anyone find out anything interesting at the party?  I think I might've gotten something . . . I don't know if it's important.  It seems as if Billy is nice as long as you play along -- He likes fire a lot, and he likes it when you don't mind about him setting them.  If you say anything about it, though, he gets upset really quickly.

It might be nothing.  I don't know.  If anyone runs into him, though . . . try and humor him.  . . . Maybe things would have gone differently if I agreed.

[For anyone who runs into him, Lucas now dons a stylish hat pulled down low over his face, and a strip of cloth cut as a mask wrapped around the top of his head with a single eyehole for his right eye.  If anyone asks, he is playing cops and robbers.  He bumps into things a lot.]

Comments

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

[His scream is enough to make her stop and draw back immediately in surprise. It was actually so unexpected, she's... kind of just staring in shock.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Sorry. Just . . . Just don't touch up there, OK?

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

...What did they do?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It's just a little burn . . .

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

People don't scream over little burns.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

What about medium-sized burns?

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

How big is a medium sized burn?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Um. This big?

[Lucas makes a vague motion across his face with his hand. . . . Then after a moment's hesitation, he pulls up the left side of the mask a little. Shiraasan may catch a glimpse of a large patch on the left side of his face, from about level with the bottom of his nose, all the way up to his scalp. Most of it is raw and bloody, although the part around his eye looks more melted and blackened from the burn. The left eye is white and cloudy.

The glance won't be long enough to appreciate that the raw and bloody sections are slowly shrinking, extremely slowly.]

1/2

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

...!

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

...

Those bastards.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It's fine. It was me, so . . . It's OK. I'll be healed up in a few days.

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

It's not fine. Your face got burned.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Y-Yeah, but . . . I can heal it. Most of it. It'd be a lot worse if . . . if it happened to you or something.

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

Why's that? I bet I could handle it!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Can you cast healing PSI?

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

...No.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

See? So . . . So, um. You'd probably have died instead of just being burned.

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

So? I'd just come back.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Maybe, but you'd still have died.

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

If you come back anyway, what's so bad about it?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It . . . It's not something to take so lightly! Just because you come back . . . ! Dying . . . That's just wrong.

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

Being here means I can't really die, even if I tried to use up all of my magic. With rules like that, it's stupid not to take advantage of them.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I know the rules are different for you, but . . . it's still not something I can just take so lightly.

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

But we already know it doesn't matter. Why is it such a big deal?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

((So apparently, my email has been sending all my notifs to my Spam mail oh god starting from six days ago T_T ))

It . . . It just is. Even if we come back, death is . . . It should be sacred, almost.