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

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

338 Brady Lane, I think...? [He's still not used to having an address.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

OK. Just . . . Just hold on.

[Click. And Lucas is galloping down the streets of Mayfield atop his trusty table moments later. He hasn't had time to explain why he's wearing a hat and a mask, so perhaps Lyn will be a little surprised to see the person who runs up to his door about 5 minutes later.]

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

[Lyn opens the door, looking a bit pale, but he blinks down at the boy for a moment.] ...that you under all that?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It's me. I'll explain later . . . Tell me what happened, Mr. Lyn.

[Lucas's voice is muffled. It disguises his fatigue a little.]

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

Bastard snuck up behind me while I was looking around...forced me to stick my hand down the garbage disposal. [Lyn may be in shock - and reliving those terrifying moments may make him shiver involuntarily - but he still manages to inject some anger into his voice.] Made me return everything I'd taken, and then he turned it on anyway.

[He hesitates briefly, then holds out his heavily bandaged and mangled hand for Lucas to inspect, or work his magic on, or whatever he's going to do. Lyn doesn't know what the boy is planning, but can he actually make it worse? Probably not.

Even through the bloody bandages, it's obvious that some of the fingers are shorter than they should be. Also, it's shaking slightly as Lyn holds it there, either from pain or nerves or, far more likely, both.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . It's all my fault . . . I'm sorry . . . I really am.

[Lucas slowly reaches out -- And his hands, too, are shaking a bit, but if Lewellyn doesn't draw away, he will feel Lucas grasping on to the injury with both hands.

It will probably be incredibly painful. But Lucas hangs on like a vise and the pain will fade quickly as his hands begin to glow.]

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

Not really; I wasn't even doing anything except grabbing stuff, 's not like I found anyth - [He interrupts himself with a sharp hiss of pain as Lucas grabs his injured hand. To his credit, he doesn't try to yank away beyond a momentary twitch that might have been suppressed reflex...but it's not like it can hurt that much worse than it already does, really.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[The bright light that envelops the boy flows throughout his entire body, rising from his legs to feed into his hands, flowing down from his head to encase Lewellyn's mangled limb in the soft power of his PSI. Though anything that was detached does not regrow, the amount of healing he pours forth is sufficient for a great deal of restoration.

When he is done, Lucas lifts his hands away.]

How . . . How do you feel . . . ?

((Degree of healing is up to you!))

[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.]