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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.]
[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.))
[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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Since I sort of did this to myself to begin with I can't be too angry.
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[[Meaning the broken leg.]]
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Why were you climbing a tree in the first place?
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It was kind of dumb.
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[[It was...]]
And it wasn't really all that scary, I just over reacted.
[[Yes it was and no he didn't.]]
Though, I didn't really think about that until after I fell out of the tree.
[[He jumped out of the tree.]]
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They weren't doing anything bad, they were just glowing and I thought I saw a ghost.
[[Which then chased him up a tree and went up after him...]]
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. . . Do you want any help getting home?
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I don't want to drag people along with me.
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You're sure?
Feel free to find him in Westport, he isn't doing so well.
Thanks for making sure I was okay after that. I will see you in school.
[[Get's himself situated and balanced before heading off.]]