Thirty Second PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

[action 1]
[Inspired by Japan, Crowe, and remembering the words of others who had spoken to him recently, Lucas, too, has decided that it is time he reclaim some of his lost battle skills. Once strong enough to stand to all but the deadliest of chimeras, the boy hasn't fought now in over a year . . .

Still, he can manage a sandbag propped up on a broomstick. The problem had been to get the stick not to snap immediately with a single hit, but he had managed by tying several together. Being shier in nature, Lucas is holed up in his backyard and practicing hard. It is possible, though, to hear his occasional shouts or grunts or even the thump of his bat smashing against the bag. Those who investigate will find that the boy has little technique whatsoever . . . He simply hits as quickly and powerfully as he can. But he moves with an awkward fluidity, and it appears he normally fights with chained attacks - 'comboing' hits with kicks, punches, and blows as he ducks and weaves and almost occasionally seems to glide through the air.]

[action 2]
[The accident happens about an hour in. Caught up in the fervor of combat, Lucas smashes the sandbag hard enough that it flies straight up into the air. And instinctively, with some sort of retained muscle memory, he thrusts out a hand and cries out.]

PK Flash!

[And immediately regrets it. The pulsing ball of green light gathers for a few moments before barreling outward to smash into the sandbag, catching it up and propelling it high into the air. Reaching about thirty feet in altitude, the PSI energy eventually flares outward in a massive burst of green light clearly visible from a distance. The sandbag explodes.

Lucas drops his bat and runs to his front yard. If you're anywhere nearby, he'll be running up to you with an expression of severe panic.]

. . . Are you alright?! Are you feeling OK?! You . . . Please say you didn't see the light!
((Lucas's PK Flash has odd effects. It's a burst of psychokinetic energy infused light that alters the brainwaves of those who see it. To be brief, PK Flash causes spontaneous crying to the point where your character is blinded by their own tears, paralysis, which is self-explanatory, feeling strange, which can be interpreted as violent hallucinations and delirium, or instant death. Or nothing, of course. Please don't choose the death option, aha.))

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[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Theo was just minding his own business, heading home, when suddenly there's a flash of light. Next thing he knows, he's crying helplessly, totally confused. He stops in his tracks, rubbing his eyes, voice hitching.]

Wh-what the fuck?!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Crying is better than dying crying is better than dying Lucas repeats this mantra to himself as he runs up to his next victim.]

I'm so sorry! Please, keep calm - Can you hear me, mister?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Y-Yeah? I-I just.... what the hell, I-I-I can't even see--

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Try to let it run without rubbing . . . !

[Knowing that the man is blind, he tries to take his hand to reassure him.]

Do you feel alright, though? Not very sad or very upset?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

N-No, I guess not, I-I don't e-even know what, there was this flash, a-and...

[He stops rubbing his eyes, and when Lucas tries to take his hand, he reflexively pulls it back.] Wh-who are you, a-a-anyway?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

My name is Lucas. I . . . I'm the one who did this. I'm sorry. If you'll hold still . . .

[He sounds pretty broken up about it, but allows Theo to draw away. He's going for the face next, anyway.]

icon fail

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Y-You did this? Th-that flash? What the h-hell, why d-did you--

[A blind and helpless Theo is a bad thing. He's paranoid to begin with, and in this state he feels a bit cornered. He's backing away, looking angry and just a bit scared. He doesn't know what he's backing toward though.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I didn't mean to. . . . T hat was PSI. Psychic power. Please trust me. You're going to hit a tree.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I-I'll be-- [And back into the tree he runs. It startles him, but he realizes at this point it's better to stop moving.

His speech is a growl between sobs:] Wh-when does this shit wh-where o-off?!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It could be gone in a few seconds or it could take a few hours. But I can fix it really quickly.

[Lucas's tone, somehow, is like one that would be used for a wounded animal.]

Will you let me try?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He stands against the tree, still sobbing. This sounded like a kid for one thing, and he really didn't have much choice at the moment. But he knows what kids in this town are capable of. He was armed though, and had some spells that could help him out too, if things get worse.]


....A-Alright. B-But don't think y-you can pull a-a-anything else on me.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I'm sorry, again . . .

[Trailing off, Lucas reaches up, as promised to try to gently brush Theo's face with his PSI-infused hands. He is more hesitant than with the others . . . He isn't sure how this man will react.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He twitches a bit at the touch, but ultimately stands still, grimacing the whole while. He's a twitchy one.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Perhaps it works. Perhaps it doesn't. Either way, Lucas eventually draws his hands away and peers with concern into Theo's face. If the tears stop, his first sight will be of a short, blonde boy looking pretty miserable.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[The tears finally stop, and Theo blinks a few times to clear his eyes. He wipes at his face with his palms, still frowning as always.]

Finally. Christ...

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Are you alright now? Does anything else feel strange?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Other than his bruised dignity? Nothing much.]

I guess. Not that I can tell. Goddammit, that was-- what the hell did you do?!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

A few months ago, I got an ability back that I don't usually use. I forgot I'd remembered it, and it just . . . popped out. The light you saw earlier -- That was PSI. Sort of . . . psychic power expressed through light.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Psychic abilities. Hnn. You oughta be more careful. You're just lucky I didn't see you before you hit me, or you might have ended up with a gravity spell in retaliation.

[Part of him felt like doing it now for being humiliated like that, but this kid seemed like he might actually be sorry. Ugh.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[That was generally the point of PK Flash. Lucas nods solemnly, though.]

PK Ground? Are you a psychic, too, mister?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Psychic? No. I do magic. Only demons use psychic abilities in my world.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

D-Demons?! . . . Demons like Mr. Lyn demons or demons like the ones they talk about in church sometimes?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Demons like the kind who leech off society, thinking they can--

...Lyn? That blonde kid? He's a demon?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Oh, um. . . . Something like that. I'm not sure exactly how it was.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hnn. I had no idea. Interesting. Though chances are slim he's from my world...

That's neither here nor there. If you're going to be practicing dangerous abilities, inside might be a better place to do it.