Eighteeenth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

((I apologize in advance for being a drama whore.  Indulge me.  I am sorry.))

[The inhalation of Luke's hallucinatory gas has left Lucas in a terrible state. This is what he sees. The island of Tanetane . . . The island of nightmares and delusions.  And though he knows that the images he sees must be false, he cannot help but succumb to his dark

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[bornwithskison]

[He glances over his shoulder when he catches his warning, but he's a little too late and he catches the bat with his midsection. Can anyone say 'major bruising in the morning'? That is, assuming he can get away.]

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas doesn't even speak to this one, his look of fierce anger saying everything he needed to say. The next blow comes soon enough.]

[bornwithskison]

[There goes the wind out of Norway's lungs, and he's making a weak grab for the bat to try and prevent any further damage--He's not sure what brought this attack on, but he's not going to go down without some form of a fight.] O-Oi--!

[a_gentle_boy]

. . . D-Don't say anything! Don't say anything! I'm not gonna listen . . . ! I'm not going to listen to my nightmares this time!

[Lucas scrambles backwards a few steps before the chimera can do anything to hurt him.]

[bornwithskison]

[Norway coughs, backing away.] I-I don't know what-- [cough] You're talking about!

[a_gentle_boy]

You're not Wess . . . You're . . . You're a figment of my imagination.

[bornwithskison]

Of course I'm not 'Wess'-- 'n I'm not a figment of your imagination. [Rubbing at his stomach because ow. That's a good swing you have, kid.]

[a_gentle_boy]

. . .

[That was a new one. Was this a tactic of his nightmares? Had they evolved sufficiently to realize that Lucas wasn't going to calmly accept what they told him anymore?]

You're a representation of the things I'm most afraid of. Myxolydia told me . . . If I fight you, you'll go away.

[bornwithskison]

I was minding my own business when you attacked me, you. ...Think you broke a rib, actually. [He grimaces, but makes no move to flee.] Stupid boy.

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas swiftly moves forward to make another swipe with the bat.]

I-I told you, I'm not gonna listen! No matter what you call me . . . !

[bornwithskison]

[Making a grab for the bat at the same time.]

I don't even know you!

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas's swing is wide, off-target from the severity of his hallucinations. He stumbles forward a few steps and struggles to wrench his weapon out of the man's grasp while stomping at his feet.]