Twenty-Fourth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

U-Um.  Sorry about all the weird stuff I did this weekend.  I don't think I actually hurt anyone, but . . . I think I said a lot of rude things.  The, um.  Psychic PSIclone is setting down his cape.  Permanently.  And if I did hurt you, let me know and I'll make it up to you.

I'd like to make a request of you all.  It's a little strange, but.  It would help me a lot.  I'm asking for someone -- or several . . . ones -- to attack me.  The more powerful you are, the better.  And . . . you can use PSI or magic or anything else you know how to use, too.  . . . Maybe even a gun.

Thanks.  Just come by my house if you want to try.  I don't have anything else to do today.

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[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Every now and then, Lucas pauses to apply a healing spell on himself. Every few hits, a Shield shatters and he reapplies that.

But his PSI is not unlimited and it does still pain him. Enhanced by Kororo's spirit as it was, Horohoro's strikes left him notably worse off than the Captain's attempts with a golf club had. A few moments of this pass before he decides to move into the final stage of his testing.]

You're pretty strong! One last thing . . .

[The light of his PSI infuses into his skin even further, making it glow with a hundred little swirling points of light. It was the strongest defense he could muster: Stacked 80% damage reduction.]

[stay-cool-bro.livejournal.com]

[Meanwhile, since Lucas isn't fighting back, Horohoro is just getting a nice workout on a living punching bag, which doesn't bug him at all since Lucas can heal himself just fine. But he pauses to let him cast the pretty new spell]

Ha, impressive lookin'...

[so instead of slashing multiple times this time, he decides to just buff up the oversoul with more furyoku and give Lucas a heavy one. The ice spreads fast and thick.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[The ice explodes beautifully around Lucas's Shields, accompanied by the glittering shards of his manifested psionics as they shatter. Lucas is sitting on the ground when the ice clears up -- The blast had sent him reeling backwards, though more from the sheer force than the pain. Still speckled with light patches all over his body, Lucas holds a hand to the part of his chest that had been struck.

His shirt has begun to bloom crimson in that region, though he doesn't seem especially perturbed.]

Ah . . . Thanks, Horohoro. That's exactly what I wanted.

[stay-cool-bro.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, he notices the blood. But if Lucas isn't bugged, he isn't either. Horohoro and his comrades from home have done so much worse; he wouldn't hesitate to kill his best friend to win the Shaman Fight, so long as someone was there to resurrect him afterwards. Pain and suffering makes you stronger.

He comes over and offers a hand up]

No prob.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[He uses one last PSI to patch up the injury before taking Horohoro's hand, his face screwing up in pain for only a brief second before it flickers back to his normal, soft smile.]

It looks like I've got to work on my defenses a little more. I haven't fought in too long.

[stay-cool-bro.livejournal.com]

[he pulls Lucas up, nodding a bit in understanding]

Yeah, training... I used to have my sister on my ass all the time, telling me to do it. I hate it but it's necessary...

We can do this again sometime if you want.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Probably not this exactly again, but having a fight every now and then isn't a bad idea. I really shouldn't let myself get lazy just because there aren't chimera or soldiers here . . . Thanks.