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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[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas will allow a brief adrenaline rush to power himself once more as he rushes to his 'father' as quickly as he can.]

I-I still have a little power left. Please hold on . . .

[mute-mystic.livejournal.com]

[Given how long Lucas was out, Silence has probably been crying for some time now. He's discerning enough that, even while blind, he can tell Lucas is tired, and he'd like to tell the boy not to worry...but, even if he could speak, he's starting to wonder if this will actually stop on its own at all, or if Lucas has to do something for him. It's certainly showing no signs of slowing naturally...

He's found a handkerchief somewhere in that fancy outfit of his, and presses it to his eyes and holds it there with the air of someone plugging a dam. The other hand finds Lucas' shoulder, resting there to steady himself.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Silence, as a matter of fact, had very little to fear in that regards. Crying, in particularly, lasted no longer than twenty minutes at most, and he was probably about at the tail end of that time period, but Lucas wasn't in the right frame of mind to appreciate that and Silence certainly couldn't be expected to know.

The boy will reach up and begin to slowly apply his remaining PSI power.]

[mute-mystic.livejournal.com]

[Silence feels the familiar sensation of magic (or some similar power) flowing through him, and finally the flow of tears begins to taper off. By the time Lucas is finished, they've stopped completely, and he's able to cautiously pull his handkerchief away from his eyes.

Even though there was no genuine emotional outburst of any sort tied to that, he feels rather exhausted from the crying all the same. To say nothing of his eyes burning a bit. But he can see again, which is the important thing...and the first thing he does is turn a concerned, questioning look on Lucas.

Just what was that all about?]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas will slump forward a little and lean into his father. This was a bit awkward, but he needed to catch his breath.]

..... I think I told you I was a psychic, right?

[mute-mystic.livejournal.com]

[Silence is a particularly observant individual; he communicates with entirely nonverbal cues himself, after all, so he recognizes them easily in others. Lucas is clearly exhausted, and so he's quite understanding of the boy's need to lean on some support. He even rests light hands on Lucas' shoulders.

Whether or not it had ever come up before, Silence isn't surprised that Lucas has psychic abilities. After all, his own world has Mind magic, which are essentially psychic abilities in any case...though of different, more limited utility than what Lucas has demonstrated. Nonetheless, it doesn't seem particularly strange to him.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Observant or not, wouldn't have been much of a feat to notice Lucas's state; he's thankful, though, that Silence didn't feel too uncomfortable about it. . . . Actually, this was rather comfortable. Always a more . . . attached sort of child than most, Lucas doesn't feel anything wrong with continuing to talk into Silence's shoulder, though his voice picks up a bit in volume.]

That light you saw . . . I guess the easiest way to say it is that it messes up your brain. I'm really sorry . . .

[mute-mystic.livejournal.com]

[Silence doesn't often get close to people - in fact, it seems sometimes that others are afraid to get too close due to how beautiful and delicate he appears, as though he's fragile china - but he has no actual objection to it. Lucas is welcome to lean.

In response to the apology, he comfortingly pats Lucas' shoulder. As far as unpleasant experiences went, that one was relatively brief and harmless, aside from some aching eyes that are even redder than usual.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I really can't believe I did something like that . . . I think I need to go take a nap.

[There is a feeble sort of motion to get back on his own feet, but all he accomplishes is to flop back onto Silence.]

....... In a few minutes.

[mute-mystic.livejournal.com]

[Ah, if only Silence had regained his mystic form by now. Delicate as he might appear, mystics can be extremely strong as a rule...he could probably carry Lucas to a bed. But as a human...well, he's probably not strong enough to manage it easily. Lucas isn't that young.

Not that there's any rush. Silence isn't going anywhere, so Lucas is free to lean on him as long as he needs. And when he is ready to move, Silence can at least offer support. For the moment, he soothingly strokes the boy's hair - the most comfort he can offer without words.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas's breathing slows as he maintains that position, to the point where it might seem as if he's fallen asleep standing up. Before Silence can get too concerned, though, he's shifting and reaching out to the table to steady himself.]

. . . I'll be OK. Thanks. And I'm sorry again.

[With a small smile, he'll retreat back a few steps and begin to head slowly to the stairs.]

[mute-mystic.livejournal.com]

[Silence shakes his head, moving toward Lucas and guiding one of the boy's arms over his shoulders, helping to support him. That done, he'll help Lucas make his way to his bedroom.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas will accept the help with a chagrined smile. Once he gets to his bed, he'll slowly lower himself, and eventually, fall asleep.]

[mute-mystic.livejournal.com]

[Silence quietly slips out, closing the door behind him. Clearly Lucas needs the rest.]