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mayfield_rpg2012-02-23 09:36 pm
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just tossing dimes in wishing wells
[action 1, park]
[It's time for the Battle Memory to be put to good use. Morosely examining it didn't do much to improve his fighting technique; Lucas can be found in the park with the book open, projecting a psychic imprint of the Pig King's Statue. He's going by the theory that he'll improve faster facing off against the toughest enemy he's ever fought - apart from the Ultimate Chimera, anyway.
The last time he had attempted to practice fighting, he'd decimated both his training dummy and scrambled the minds of half the people who had wandered by. Hopefully, an isolated corner of the park wouldn't draw as much attention. And the trees would block the view if he let loose a PK Flash. Lucas picks a stick up off the ground and hefts it a few times.]
Let's see... Mr. Statue, I don't have any New Year's Bombs with me. Please take it easy, OK?
[The statue does not give a reply apart from swinging forth with its rocky scepter. Lucas jumps out of the way... then flips in midair to jump again, releasing a PSI shockwave through his outstretched feet. The fight was on.
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[action 2, school]
[It's hard to do well in school when you never went to one before Mayfield. Over the course of two years, Lucas has successfully managed to grasp the basics of history, English, and some general biology. Mathematics, though... During his lunch hour, he generally retreats to the school library with a pile of books and a worried expression on his face. Gosh, he must be studying hard.
Further examination will reveal Lucas holed up, hiding behind some shelves, staring intently at Advanced Concepts in Algebraic Formulations. ...More focused examination will reveal The Hardy Boys or something rather similar not-so-cleverly hidden behind the spine of the much larger textbook. Not so coincidentally, he happens to be sitting with his back to the entire series. ...At one point, he yells out loud.]
Oh, no! Don't leave him behind!
[...Oops.]
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Spring is almost here, isn't it? ...The world always seems a lot more bearable when there's sunshine and singing birds everywhere. It reminds me... well. It reminds me of home, a little bit. Things were always so much more... vibrant. ...Imaginative. Even in its last few years. I've been thinking about it, and I don't really know much about anyone else's worlds; not even my closest friends'. Things like... dinosaurs and Mr. Saturns and walking bushes were pretty normal in the Islands, but when I bring them up, everyone always seems surprised. It would be nice to hear about interesting things from other people. Things you might not find here.
[His tone, soft and capricious before, takes on a heavier note.]
Anyway... I guess it reminds me of something else, too. ...Miss Taiwan's gone, isn't she? I couldn't find her camera the other day, and when I saw her next, she was droned.
...I wish she had had a chance to start her restaurant.
[It's time for the Battle Memory to be put to good use. Morosely examining it didn't do much to improve his fighting technique; Lucas can be found in the park with the book open, projecting a psychic imprint of the Pig King's Statue. He's going by the theory that he'll improve faster facing off against the toughest enemy he's ever fought - apart from the Ultimate Chimera, anyway.
The last time he had attempted to practice fighting, he'd decimated both his training dummy and scrambled the minds of half the people who had wandered by. Hopefully, an isolated corner of the park wouldn't draw as much attention. And the trees would block the view if he let loose a PK Flash. Lucas picks a stick up off the ground and hefts it a few times.]
Let's see... Mr. Statue, I don't have any New Year's Bombs with me. Please take it easy, OK?
[The statue does not give a reply apart from swinging forth with its rocky scepter. Lucas jumps out of the way... then flips in midair to jump again, releasing a PSI shockwave through his outstretched feet. The fight was on.
Join in?]
[action 2, school]
[It's hard to do well in school when you never went to one before Mayfield. Over the course of two years, Lucas has successfully managed to grasp the basics of history, English, and some general biology. Mathematics, though... During his lunch hour, he generally retreats to the school library with a pile of books and a worried expression on his face. Gosh, he must be studying hard.
Further examination will reveal Lucas holed up, hiding behind some shelves, staring intently at Advanced Concepts in Algebraic Formulations. ...More focused examination will reveal The Hardy Boys or something rather similar not-so-cleverly hidden behind the spine of the much larger textbook. Not so coincidentally, he happens to be sitting with his back to the entire series. ...At one point, he yells out loud.]
Oh, no! Don't leave him behind!
[...Oops.]
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Spring is almost here, isn't it? ...The world always seems a lot more bearable when there's sunshine and singing birds everywhere. It reminds me... well. It reminds me of home, a little bit. Things were always so much more... vibrant. ...Imaginative. Even in its last few years. I've been thinking about it, and I don't really know much about anyone else's worlds; not even my closest friends'. Things like... dinosaurs and Mr. Saturns and walking bushes were pretty normal in the Islands, but when I bring them up, everyone always seems surprised. It would be nice to hear about interesting things from other people. Things you might not find here.
[His tone, soft and capricious before, takes on a heavier note.]
Anyway... I guess it reminds me of something else, too. ...Miss Taiwan's gone, isn't she? I couldn't find her camera the other day, and when I saw her next, she was droned.
...I wish she had had a chance to start her restaurant.

action;
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But for the record, Lucas is matching blows with the scepter with his stick. There is the faint suggestion of an odd sort of dance as the two parry back and forth. It almost seems... rhythmic. At one point, he bounces back, raises a hand, and summons a faint bluish aura around him.]
Counter!
[The next time he is struck by the scepter, it rebounds and goes flying back into the statue's head. Lucas takes this opportunity to give another flip-kick.]
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That looks amazing!
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Phone
[She sounds as broken up about it as he is, maybe more. Taiwan was Squid Girl's first real friend in Mayfield.]
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She always reminded me of spring, too. ...Or, the other way around. That's kind of silly, huh?
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Phone
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It's probably better. Taiwan's already been through here twice...
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[action; park]
Ya really think you can handle that thing all by yourself?
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I was hoping you'd come, actually.
[If it could actually do any damage, Lucas's rolling HP bar would rapidly be approaching zero. He takes another swipe from the scepter and bounces away.]
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PK Thunder!
[She goes for Omega right away because that is how she rolls. Suddenly thunderbolts!]
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Action 2
...Don't leave who behind?
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[Lucas's books fly into the air in typical comical fashion as he tries to catch them without letting Luke see what he was actually reading.]
No one! I, uh. ...Gosh, this is so hard I must've fallen asleep. Haha.
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...So what is it you've got there?
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Park
Fightin' a statue? That's not a fair fight.
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[Lucas narrowly avoids shocking Harley as he whirls around in surprise.]
Miss Harley!? W-What... How long have you been there?
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Whatch'a up to?
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Home
It would be interesting to hear about peoples worlds. There seems to be quite a diverse lot here.
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Yes. I think there might be well over a hundred different worlds represented here. A hundred different worlds, each with millions of amazing sights and experiences...
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Voice
[It's said very softly, and punctuated with a sad vocalization. It takes a few moments before Dakki can think of anything else to say.]
I... hadn't heard. You knew her? Oh...
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[He pauses for a few moments.]
We were pretty close, once. ...A little less, the second time she came around, but...
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[Action 1]
Unfortunately, her opening tactic is "ride her Vespa into the statue", which really doesn't do much aside from fling her from her Vespa. Ah well. The more you know.]
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Haruko...
Did... did you want to help out?
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