Thirty-First PSI
Feb. 22nd, 2011 07:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[voice, private to Rin Kagamine, Shiraasan, Tavros, and Nanashi]
I . . . I'm not sure what came over me. I guess it must have been the town playing tricks again, but I was feeling really strange last week. I'm really sorry. Especially to you, Tavros. We only just met and, um. You're not even a girl I don't think. I-I promise I don't actually like any of you, so please don't worry about that kind of thing.
I mean! Wait! I do like you, all of you, a lot! Just Not. Um. You know. Ah. Not like...... N-Not ............... I'm just going to apologize and hang up now.
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1. [It is early Saturday morning and Lucas is walking a dog down the street. This is standard fare for Lucas's weekends, but Lucas appears significantly more animated than usual as he talks aloud, seemingly to himself. But actually . . . It's pretty clear he seems to think he's holding a conversation with someone. The dog is, of course, welcome to tag as well.]
2. [It is early Monday morning on the way to school and there are a few birds sitting on top of Lucas's head and shoulders, tweeting merrily away. Once again, he appears engrossed in a conversation.]
3. [I'm just going to outright say it. If you are an animal or own an animal, Lucas wants to talk to you/it.]
4. [In the Mayfield Library, Lucas has a table all to himself and is frowning a little as he concentrates on the task before him. There are photographs and hand-drawn pictures of people scattered all across -- much more of the latter. There are at least 30 different drawings, each of probably unfamiliar people. A blond man with a scarf and a cigarette and a dark-haired young woman feature prominently among them. ....What Lucas appears to be doing is fitting these pictures into an elegant notebook of some sort.]
I . . . I'm not sure what came over me. I guess it must have been the town playing tricks again, but I was feeling really strange last week. I'm really sorry. Especially to you, Tavros. We only just met and, um. You're not even a girl I don't think. I-I promise I don't actually like any of you, so please don't worry about that kind of thing.
I mean! Wait! I do like you, all of you, a lot! Just Not. Um. You know. Ah. Not like...... N-Not ............... I'm just going to apologize and hang up now.
[action]
1. [It is early Saturday morning and Lucas is walking a dog down the street. This is standard fare for Lucas's weekends, but Lucas appears significantly more animated than usual as he talks aloud, seemingly to himself. But actually . . . It's pretty clear he seems to think he's holding a conversation with someone. The dog is, of course, welcome to tag as well.]
2. [It is early Monday morning on the way to school and there are a few birds sitting on top of Lucas's head and shoulders, tweeting merrily away. Once again, he appears engrossed in a conversation.]
3. [I'm just going to outright say it. If you are an animal or own an animal, Lucas wants to talk to you/it.]
4. [In the Mayfield Library, Lucas has a table all to himself and is frowning a little as he concentrates on the task before him. There are photographs and hand-drawn pictures of people scattered all across -- much more of the latter. There are at least 30 different drawings, each of probably unfamiliar people. A blond man with a scarf and a cigarette and a dark-haired young woman feature prominently among them. ....What Lucas appears to be doing is fitting these pictures into an elegant notebook of some sort.]
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Date: 2011-02-23 03:05 pm (UTC)Good morning. Don't let me interrupt your conversation . . .
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Date: 2011-02-23 06:48 pm (UTC)You're not interrupting! He's just like that with everyone.
[Cowardly crow says nothing, eyeing up Lucas cautiously.]
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Date: 2011-02-23 11:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-24 01:34 am (UTC)Not too many humans here can talk with us. Who are you?
[Mr. Brave flaps his wings]
Yeah! Who're you?
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Date: 2011-02-24 01:41 am (UTC)[He dips his head a little out of politeness, not being able to shake hands or anything.]
It's something my brother and I've always been able to do. Even before we developed PSI. . . . I wish I'd regained it a little earlier.
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Date: 2011-02-24 03:37 am (UTC)PSI? Is that like magic? That's what our master says he uses to talk to us.
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Date: 2011-02-24 04:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-24 05:27 pm (UTC)[Even cowardly crow flaps his wings and speaks up.]
Yes! We love him.
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Date: 2011-02-24 09:16 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-02-26 02:43 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-02-26 04:07 am (UTC)Ah, but I'm sorry if I scared you. [This is to the shy one.] And I hope to talk to both of you again soon.
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Date: 2011-02-26 04:17 am (UTC)Same here. Stop by any time! We'll see you around town, I'm sure.
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Date: 2011-02-26 04:44 am (UTC)