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.]

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[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

[Lyn exhales shakily, although it's more from relief now - the pain is significantly more bearable, and a lot of the open cuts and wounds have healed entirely, or at least closed up. Of course, the bandages obscure most of it, so he's only able to feel the difference, not see it.] Fuck...those powers're really useful, aren't they?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Yeah . . .

[Droning the last of his PSI is a generally undesirable thing. Lucas sways a little before placing his hand against the doorway to steady himself.]

Glad to help . . .

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

[It takes Lyn a few seconds to notice; his brain still isn't quite up to speed with all current events.] ...hey, kid, you okay?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

S-Sorry. This happens sometimes . . . I'll . . . be fine once I get some rest.

You . . . You should change that bandage. Let me know if it gets worse or anything.

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

You sure...? You look like you're gonna fall over. [Actually healing him has put Lucas firmly in Lyn's rather tiny friend zone; he doesn't have many people he considers friends, but then not many people have ever actually gone out of their way to help him, either. Which means that Lucas' current woozy state merits some actual concern.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Um.

[Lucas smiles a bit at that. Not that Lyn could really tell underneath the mask, but he laughs, too.]

Maybe. Do . . . Do you mind if I take a nap on your couch . . . ? I know that's weird, but . . .

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

Hey, help yourself. [Lyn shrugs.] There's only the one other guy here who's not droned, and he seems okay.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I . . . I won't be here too long.

[The boy slowly walks inside, feeling the drain that using all of his mental energy produced. In this state, the only thing he could do was rest to allow his PSI to be restored.]

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

'S no big deal. You helped me, so... [He sounds a bit awkward.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[It is very uncomfortable to sleep with his gear on. It is also very awkward to fall asleep like this, but he wasn't making it back unless Lyn carried him. Lucas hesitates a few moments before laying down, removing the hat and mask, turning his face so that it was obscured by the couch (ow) and trying to relax.]