a_gentle_boy | Entries tagged with ange ushiromiya

[Lucas has a package! It is very large and it is wrapped up all nicely on his driveway, blocking the passage of any cars. He wonders momentarily what he could have possibly gotten back until realizing that he only has one 'possession' that's shaped like this. After spending about twenty minutes carefully removing it from its packaging, Lucas beams at the extremely odd . . . thing.]

Hi. It's nice to see you again.

[With that, he gets on. And is instantly dragged away.]

W-Wha . . . Uwahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! S-S-Slowwww d-doooooown!

[He hangs on for dear life.
Mr. Saturn's Tea Table is rampaging around the town! Lucas has forgotten how to control this thing and is liable to smash into anybody and everything. It's a little smaller than a car and seats four. Here is a picture although it's larger than that in canon. Here is a video demonstrating it running things over.]

Sorry! . . . Ah, get out of the way! . . . I-I'll heal you later . . . ! Tea Table! You've got to calm down!

( Lucas finally finds an instrument he can play )

Do you hear me call to you? Can you even hear my heart's cry?
Still I call out to the wind . . . Even as it flows on by, for
I believe our dreams can still come true. I'll always keep my faith and trust in you

Even if I'm a fool, I'll always feel the same about you. I believe in friends and laughter and the wonders love can do; I believe in second chances and that's why I still believe in you.

. . . . . . i . . . believe in second chances . . . . . . .

[Later that night, he returns to the park and sings his song quietly with a good sense of pitch. He is wearing his school clothes from last year. They are too small for him.
Time moves on.]

((Feel free to comment while Lucas is practicing on the piano as well. He will sound pretty awful unless he's playing this song.))

[for household]
What is that horrible racket at 5:30 in the morning?
If you stumble downstairs to check out the noise, you can find Lucas standing on top of a chair yanking at the smoke detector in an increasing state of panic as time passes and the noise continues. On the stove is a pan of frying bacon that wasn't actually burned when the smoke detector began to go off, but certainly is now.]

[for Free]
In lieu of breakfast, there is, instead, a large steak meal sitting on the table around lunchtime with a small bouquet of flowers in a vase.

[for the Netherlands]
The doorbell rings at approximately 3:00 in the afternoon. No one will be there when the door is answered, but there is a wrapped present, a card, and a bouquet of sunflowers. The present is a small stack of artwork featuring Miffy in generally cute poses, including sitting in a field of flowers, having a picnic with assorted other animals, and tucked into bed sleeping peacefully. They seem to improve, skill-wise, as they progress chronologically. The card reads as follows.

( [Cut for mushiness] )

[and finally, for everyone]
Um. It looks like the same thing that happened on Mother's Day is happening again, but backwards, right?

. . . Does anyone know if, maybe there's a Children's Day? That might be fun. Actually, Mr. America said his birthday is coming up soon, right, which means that it's a pretty big holiday for this world, too. Are there any other big ones we should all know about? And are there any really cool holidays from other worlds that people want to share? Maybe we could celebrate them together even if the town doesn't.

[open call]
. . . Hello? Um. Is this . . . Is this the right number? This is Mayfield Elementary . . . ?

I'd, um. I'd like to call in sick. Lucas . . . Last name? Ushiromiya. . . . . . . . . There isn't any -- A-Ah. Lucas . . . Lucas Fawlin . . . Grade 7. No, I just haven't been feeling well . . . Ah. Mostly fever . . . . . . . . A hundred and um. Three or four. U-Up my . . . No. No. My mouth . . . A few days. No. I haven't seen the nurse . . . Um. Not yet . . . My parents . . . ? They're not home. And I . . . I don't want to bother them . . . I don't know. I . . . I really don't think I can. I don't . . . But I -- I know, but. It's just . . . I'm really not . . .

. . .

O-OK. OK. I'll try . . . I'm sorry for the trouble . . .

[Ten minutes after this call is made, an unsteady figure walks out the steps of 846 Goldberg, his face flushed and his eyes glossy. Twenty minutes after that, the boy slowly begins to kneel to the sidewalk somewhere on the route to school, but fails to make it all the way before collapsing forward. He does not get back up.]

((Feel free to make responses to the phone call or anytime that Lucas is spotted on the street, either after he faints or before.
EDIT: For continuity's sake, I'm going to refer to Margot as finding Lucas first if I make any reference to this simply because she had the first thread. I wasn't expecting so many replies; thanks everyone! He'll still remember everyone's kindness to him, though.))

[He awoke in a bed. That was strange. He had gone to sleep on a chair, having successfully made it around the neighborhood to visit anyone who was ailing. The Netherlands hadn't yet returned when he'd snuck back into the house, pretending as if he had never left in the first place. What was even stranger was that he was apparently in his pajamas and . . . looking out the window . . . There was no haze. There was no rubble. There were no hazmat men. There were no corpses.

. . .

He slowly walks downstairs as if in a trance and sees the familiar sight of his kitchen. Tears immediately coming to his eyes, the boy rushes to the telephone.]

Hello?! Is this Mayfield? Am I . . . Am I back?! Did we win? Did . . . Did we all make it? Is everyone. Is everyone OK? Mr. Netherlands? Mr. Netherlands, did we beat them?

Is this real . . . ? If this is really Mayfield, someone please answer me. There were so many things we found in Westport. And last night -- Last night, that voice. Richard Grey's last message. You all heard it too, right?

EDIT:
Kay's right.
We all found clues over there that everyone should see. I have a copy of the note that Kay and I found in the library and the one that Miss Alice and I found in the car. If anyone wants to come see them, that's fine. We should all get together sometime soon.

Hi, everyone.

Um. I guess this is kind of a silly thing to mention, but I'd like to say that what I got back the other day was my PSI. I think most people think of it as magic . . . But it's a bit different. Anyway, most of the PSI I know is used for defense and healing. So if anyone is ever hurt or anything, please let me know. I'm sure a lot of other people here know healing magic, too, but I'll be glad to fix you up as well as I can, which is, well. Pretty good, actually. I can heal mostly anything . . . As long as you're not actually dead, Lifeup will do the trick. Oh. I can't turn people back from stone either. Which actually happens more often than you'd think it would.

I was thinking about finding a job at the hospital . . . But I don't think they take kids.

Anyway, thanks for your time.

EDIT:
[Lucas's PSI skills are put to the test. Unfortunately, the poor guy was dead before he could do anything at all.]

AH! Mr. Captain . . . He -- I think he's dead. W-What should I do? When will he come back?! . . . . . How could something like this have happened already?

Ah. Um. H-Hello? This is a telephone, right? . . . You talk into it and other people talk back? Excuse me! Is anyone there? . . . I'm not sure if it's working . . . Well, if anyone's listening, I need to know. What happened after the Dark Dragon came? The world was destroyed, but . . . I didn't think it'd be reborn so quickly. A-Actually, this doesn't look anything like what I thought the new world would be . . . It's not like Tazmily Village at all. I thought . . . I thought after I pulled the Seventh Needle, everything would just, well . . . go back to the way it was before. . . . I guess I was wrong.

Oh, I'm sorry. You probably don't know who's talking. My name is Lucas. You've probably heard of me; I'm the one Porky called out to fight. I hope you've all realized the truth by now. I don't blame anyone except Porky for what happened, but . . . Well, that isn't important. Does anyone know where my dad is? Flint? Or Kumatora, Boney and Duster? I ca -- . . . Huh? What is . . . AH!

No way! Wh -- What's a Happy Box doing here?! After everything we went through . . . Haven't you all learned from your mistakes by now?! This isn't right. I've got to take care of this.

[Moments later at 846 Goldberg Street, a television falls out a second story window and smashes to the ground. This is followed by several wads of dollar bills, a smattering of coins, and a radio.]