If you could read my mind, love...
Who: Lucas and YOU.
What: Mind-reading for fun and profit!
Where The cafeteria.
When: Lunchtime, Monday, Oct 17
Warnings: Who knows what sort of unspeakable things go on in the heads of the residents of this school?
[It's been a weeeiird couple months. Lucas finally manned up and went back to Tazmily. Just like he feared, it wasn't the Tazmily that Claus and Flint call home. It's the universe where he awakened the Dragon and reset the world. No more Claus. Just a grave on that sunny hill next to Hinawa's.There's still a Flint, but this is... it's like how things used to be. This Flint had looked away so long that now his one remaining son was like a stranger. ...His Dad had always been a little funny dealing with grief. Even if there was no hope of finding Claus now, he still turned to the mountains, withdrew from the sharp stinging reality that was left behind in their much-too-empty house.
...Lucas was all he had left.
He hadn't meant for his visit to last long, but Lucas couldn't ignore that fact. This wasn't the father he'd grown up with, the one waiting back at Smash Academy, but it was still Flint, and he'd be all alone once Lucas went away. So, despite himself... he extended his visit a little longer. Waited in that empty house, greeted him each evening with a smile, tried his best to talk about what he'd been up to as brightly as he could. It'd been painful, at first. Was it cruel to admit that? Was it cruel to have longed for the brother and father back at the school? There was a tinge of guilt in the thought, one that was hard to shake, but... the years of neglect had stung deeper than Lucas admitted. To go back to that... it left him feeling small and alone. More than he'd felt for a long, long time.
Still, as the weeks went on, the ache died down. The reborn Tazmily was a lively, happy place. The chimeras were no longer violent. He had long, happy visits with the Kumatora that wasn't really his Kumatora, and everyone was so grateful for what Lucas had done. The conversations with his dad grew a little less one-sided, the long, wandering trips up to the mountains grew shorter, and every now and then, he even caught Flint smiling. Slowly, Lucas began to settle into life in this Tazmily, and the urgent longing for Smash Academy began to die down into a vague, dreamlike wistfulness. Those quiet little doubts about whether that perfect little school was even real or just some brokenhearted escapism attempt only grew as his absence stretched on. By the time autumn settled in, Lucas was sure that Smash Academy was nothing more than a lonely boy's make-believe world.
It might be a good thing, then, that Lucas was such a self-doubting soul, or he might not have returned at all. That nagging little need for certainty -- to be absolutely sure it wasn't all some hallucination -- crept back up on him. Finally, he gave in. (Was it cruel to leave this Flint alone? Was it cruel that he was longing for this father just as bad as the other version?) It's with a strange, confused sort of detachment that Lucas returned to Smash Academy this year. His heart's existing in two places, and he's finding the duality harder to handle than most.
So what's a good way to tell that the people around you really exist and aren't just make-believe? Uh... Lucas wasn't too sure about that one. Eventually, he settled on an old familiar tactic: telepathy. He's sitting in the cafeteria, just kind of pushing his lunch around on the plate. Not hungry? No, he's just busy peeking into minds. Watch out, yours might be one of them.]
((Yep, a mind-reading log! Here's how it works: just post what your character is thinking, and Lucas will react accordingly. If you don't want him realizing who said thoughts belong to, feel free to mark it as anonymous. If they're a dark-type Pokemon or a robot, naturally, then Lucas might not be able to pick up on their thoughts quite so easily. If you play a psychic or someone who's had their mind dug into a lot, they're welcome to catch him snooping. If you'd rather just talk to Lucas the old-fashioned way, you can do that too. I'm not picky.))
What: Mind-reading for fun and profit!
Where The cafeteria.
When: Lunchtime, Monday, Oct 17
Warnings: Who knows what sort of unspeakable things go on in the heads of the residents of this school?
[It's been a weeeiird couple months. Lucas finally manned up and went back to Tazmily. Just like he feared, it wasn't the Tazmily that Claus and Flint call home. It's the universe where he awakened the Dragon and reset the world. No more Claus. Just a grave on that sunny hill next to Hinawa's.There's still a Flint, but this is... it's like how things used to be. This Flint had looked away so long that now his one remaining son was like a stranger. ...His Dad had always been a little funny dealing with grief. Even if there was no hope of finding Claus now, he still turned to the mountains, withdrew from the sharp stinging reality that was left behind in their much-too-empty house.
...Lucas was all he had left.
He hadn't meant for his visit to last long, but Lucas couldn't ignore that fact. This wasn't the father he'd grown up with, the one waiting back at Smash Academy, but it was still Flint, and he'd be all alone once Lucas went away. So, despite himself... he extended his visit a little longer. Waited in that empty house, greeted him each evening with a smile, tried his best to talk about what he'd been up to as brightly as he could. It'd been painful, at first. Was it cruel to admit that? Was it cruel to have longed for the brother and father back at the school? There was a tinge of guilt in the thought, one that was hard to shake, but... the years of neglect had stung deeper than Lucas admitted. To go back to that... it left him feeling small and alone. More than he'd felt for a long, long time.
Still, as the weeks went on, the ache died down. The reborn Tazmily was a lively, happy place. The chimeras were no longer violent. He had long, happy visits with the Kumatora that wasn't really his Kumatora, and everyone was so grateful for what Lucas had done. The conversations with his dad grew a little less one-sided, the long, wandering trips up to the mountains grew shorter, and every now and then, he even caught Flint smiling. Slowly, Lucas began to settle into life in this Tazmily, and the urgent longing for Smash Academy began to die down into a vague, dreamlike wistfulness. Those quiet little doubts about whether that perfect little school was even real or just some brokenhearted escapism attempt only grew as his absence stretched on. By the time autumn settled in, Lucas was sure that Smash Academy was nothing more than a lonely boy's make-believe world.
It might be a good thing, then, that Lucas was such a self-doubting soul, or he might not have returned at all. That nagging little need for certainty -- to be absolutely sure it wasn't all some hallucination -- crept back up on him. Finally, he gave in. (Was it cruel to leave this Flint alone? Was it cruel that he was longing for this father just as bad as the other version?) It's with a strange, confused sort of detachment that Lucas returned to Smash Academy this year. His heart's existing in two places, and he's finding the duality harder to handle than most.
So what's a good way to tell that the people around you really exist and aren't just make-believe? Uh... Lucas wasn't too sure about that one. Eventually, he settled on an old familiar tactic: telepathy. He's sitting in the cafeteria, just kind of pushing his lunch around on the plate. Not hungry? No, he's just busy peeking into minds. Watch out, yours might be one of them.]
((Yep, a mind-reading log! Here's how it works: just post what your character is thinking, and Lucas will react accordingly. If you don't want him realizing who said thoughts belong to, feel free to mark it as anonymous. If they're a dark-type Pokemon or a robot, naturally, then Lucas might not be able to pick up on their thoughts quite so easily. If you play a psychic or someone who's had their mind dug into a lot, they're welcome to catch him snooping. If you'd rather just talk to Lucas the old-fashioned way, you can do that too. I'm not picky.))