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a_gentle_boy) wrote2011-03-05 04:53 pm
a_gentle_boy) wrote2011-03-05 04:53 pm
Thirty Second PSI
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[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.]
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[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.))
[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.]
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[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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Tavros is desperately trying not to peek, but is not doing so well at containing the laughing because that sure does feel funny.]
Heh heh, um, what are you doing, Lucas? It, uh, feels pretty weird heh.
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[....And then he suddenly realizes something. The PSI dies away as Lucas's eyes fly open and he blinks in surprise.]
You know my name?
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I'm, uh, Tavros, hey.
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[Blink blink. Lucas's glow flickers on and off as if he isn't sure whether he ought to continue healing or not as he frowns.]
But. You . . . Um. Tavros? I'm going to ask something that might be really rude but I promise I don't mean it that way, OK?
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kind of weird.]
Um, okay, that is fine, sure.
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Tavros just snorts.]
Yeah, that is what we look like, except, all of our horns are different, so I guess I am the only one with the bull horns, heh, at least that I know, maybe there are others with, um, extremely large horns too, but I don't really know them.
It's, um, okay, if you think I look sort of funny, and like a monster, because I think you look sort of funny too, since you are way too pink, and also have weird nubby teeth, and no horns, and really strange audial canals, and are generally just a funny looking, um, human.
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[Lucas breathes a sigh of relief as his glow dies away for good.]
I thought . . . I-I thought I changed you somehow. I feel really dumb now. But I'm so glad . . .
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[The word is so funny that he can't help but giggle helplessly for a few seconds, unable to stop himself.]
I was so scared! I thought . . . something so dumb. That my PSI had turned into a transformation beam or . . . you know. A-And then I thought . . . That maybe it was kinda cool and I could disguise myself o-or turn Grady into . . .
[The longer he laughs, the more he can't stop.]
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[fuck it this is just a giggle party up in here can't contain this silliness any longer YOU HUMANS ARE JUST TOO WEIRD.]
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You're not at all what I was thinking when you described yourself, you know.
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. . . Uh, what did you think, I was supposed to be like?
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L-Let's just say a lot less human-like. And rocky.
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Um, I didn't think we'd ever actually, see it, or anything, and I guess I'm not that great at being a Tyrant, at all.
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[Lucas blinks at him for a few seconds in astonishment before he shakes his head a little.]
Actually . . . I don't think the universe I'm from is the same one. But you really have the power to do something like that?
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Though, I guess everything is okay now, since we are here, and everything, even if it is during a weird time, and stuck in this really small town, but something must have happened.
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Mostly, it's because we don't have anything like trolls in my world. But also . . . I've, um, met the person who created mine. 'Person' in the loosest sense of the word.
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Dragon.
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So, uh, your universe, has dragons, that make it, and the humans can glow?
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