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[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.))

Date: 2011-03-05 11:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flameyedhunter.livejournal.com
[She lies back, and says]

"Arms."

[Little cinders are falling from her hair, which is going from a the black of cooling steel to a fiery red.]

Date: 2011-03-05 11:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com
[Lucas would be more surprised by this if he weren't living in Mayfield, land of the Weird Superpowers. Including his. Nodding, he moves his hands to her arms and begins to run the pulse of PSI healing up and down. ...And after a bit, tries to make small talk.]

Are you a type of psychic as well, miss?

Date: 2011-03-05 11:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flameyedhunter.livejournal.com
"No. I'm a flame haze." [She tries to sit up again. Stubborn Shana is stubborn.]

Date: 2011-03-06 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com
[This time, Lucas will let her get up a little bit as long as she doesn't move her arms too much.]

I guess that means you use fire-based PSI . . . or magic. I'm really sorry, again. I can't believe I did something like that . . .

Date: 2011-03-06 02:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flameyedhunter.livejournal.com
"You'd better be sorry. Because now you owe me lunch, at least."

[She gives him the most flat looks, and her hair goes out, returning to the black color, and her eyes to brown/black.]

Date: 2011-03-06 02:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com
I'll buy you a whole day's worth of food. . . . Let me fix your injuries, too.

[Lucas's fingers brush briefly over the wounds she had sustained from tripping and smashing before he returns his hand to her arm and attempts to take her hand.]

Squeeze as hard as you can.

Date: 2011-03-06 02:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flameyedhunter.livejournal.com
[Shana squeezes all right. She's very, very strong. So Lucas might get a broken finger or two from her deathgrip, unless her muscles are still partially paralyzed.]

Date: 2011-03-06 02:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com
[As he feels the pressure building, Lucas instinctively sends a surge of defensive power to his fingers to protect himself.]

. . . Ow. Um. That's good. . . . You can let go now.

[And follows up with several rounds of healing.]

Date: 2011-03-06 03:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flameyedhunter.livejournal.com
[Shana sits up and looks over at Lucas.]

"Hm."

Date: 2011-03-06 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com
[Healing to himself, that is. Lucas shakes his hand a little and smiles.]

I think you'll be fine. Um. And I'm sorry, again.

Date: 2011-03-06 04:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flameyedhunter.livejournal.com
[she stands, and almost slips on her roller skates.]

"Don't worry about it."

Date: 2011-03-06 04:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com
[He stands up quickly to try to help steady her.]

Don't push yourself too hard. I don't think the effects will last, but . . .

Date: 2011-03-06 05:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flameyedhunter.livejournal.com
[She frowns a little, and will back away when he touches her again.]

"Mou! I'm all right."

Date: 2011-03-06 09:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com
. . . If you're really sure. Do you want me to walk with you to the diner?

Date: 2011-03-06 11:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flameyedhunter.livejournal.com
"All right!"

[Food, the fastest way to placate an angry Shana. Well played, Lucas.]

Date: 2011-03-07 02:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com
[Well, she was working there anyway, right? So . . . Lucas will nod and begin to walk with her.]

Date: 2011-03-07 03:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flameyedhunter.livejournal.com
[Skate skate skate, and away they go.]

"That was some impressive stuff you just did. Where did you learn to do it?"

Date: 2011-03-07 04:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com
[Lucas walks quietly for a few seconds before answering.]

It was something taught to me by . . . I guess you'd call them the guardians of my world.

Date: 2011-03-07 04:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flameyedhunter.livejournal.com
"Interesting. My abilities are derived from a Guardian of my world as well. Alastor, the Flame of the Heavens. What are the names of the guardians you worked with?"

Date: 2011-03-07 04:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com
The Magypsies. Ionia, Locria, Doria . . . There were seven of them in total.

. . . Six.

Date: 2011-03-07 04:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flameyedhunter.livejournal.com
"Why the hesitation in counting? Did one of them go away?"

Date: 2011-03-07 05:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flameyedhunter.livejournal.com
"I see." [she skates along quietly for a while.]

Date: 2011-03-07 05:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com
They all left, though. So I guess there's none.

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