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.

Comments

[bridgetroll.livejournal.com]

...I don't have anyone I care about.

[her hands tighten into fists]

And even if I did, I couldn't help them.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

You can always do something. It doesn't matter if it's as silly as telling them to be careful.

[bridgetroll.livejournal.com]

Nice words like that aren't worth anything coming from me.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[bridgetroll.livejournal.com]

Because I'm me.

[hisses out her breath]

Anyway, just how were you even planning to protect someone?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Any way that I can.

[But in the most tangible form, through the PSI that is now coursing through his body as patches of light.]