[ Hey Luceti, who remembers
that stunt Joshua pulled ages and ages back?
Well, guess what. He's trying again, in a different place. Because the ever-so-lovely earthquake has resulted in a shift of what he thinks is Luceti's center, but pretty much no one but Josh cares about that anyway.
Let's hope there aren't too many people in House 29 in the wee hours of the morning, because between there and the ruins of what was once House 22 stands Joshua. He's still for a moment, hands raised to the sky, murmuring to himself.
Suddenly there's a flash of light.
Then loud, echoing, sharp enough to feel like a punch straight to the chest, ]
CRACK!
[ Yup, he failed again. This time around, though, he's lying crumpled on the ground, completely unmoving. Occasionally there's a faint crackle as a soft wisp of power flickers across his skin and vanishes.
Um. He might need help. Beware the zapping. ]