018: Take Cover! (backdated to earlier today)

[ra_ra_razputin]

[Raz is a busy bee today. If you happen by 339 Brady Lane today, you might see him in the middle of what appears to be an ambitious project that involves tearing apart the house's nice, whitewashed picket fence and nailing the planks to all of the windows and the back door. Fortunately, his telekinesis makes the job a little easier, but it's obvious he's distracted as he keeps glancing over his shoulder for ... something. He's already managed to drop a few planks, a hammer, and once he even tripped and tumbled off the roof over the front porch, but he's just in too much of a hurry to stop and nurse the bruises. The exterior of the house is understandably a mess before he's even halfway finished. PESTER HIM Y/N?]

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pffft i am sick and must go to bed, sorry D:

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Not!dad watches you from a window for a few moments, then comes out onto the porch to do so. He looks impressed. He waits for a good moment though, as he doesn't want to distract you:]

You're a psychic. Nice!

That is totally ok :D

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

You can tell?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

So I'm right? Trust me, I've seen stuff like that back home. Granted, it's super-duper rare, so either we come from different places or you're one lucky kid!

[Not to mention, psychics where he comes from are also super-duper powerful.]

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

Super duper rare? Not where I come from. It is kinda rare for people to be as good at it as I am, though!

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[He laughs.] That so? Ya seem to be doin' pretty good with it.

So, uh, what are ya up to anyway? Drone-mama in there's havin' a fit and told me to come out and have a talk with you. [He shakes his head, grinning. This whole dad thing is so weird to him.]

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

I, uh, meant to do that. [sheepishly reaches for another hammer]

I have to fortify the house so they can't get in! [He realizes he hasn't been watching for them, and glances up and down the street to make sure he's still in the clear.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Ya mean from those weird guys in the hazmat suits? Everyone's up in arms about 'em... I figure, they got no reason to come lookin' here, at least. I haven't seen heads 'r tails of this supposed Russian guy. Have you?

[Now he'll walk over and help start collecting parts of the fence.]

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

N-no, I haven't seen him, but it's better to be safe than sorry, right?

[Raz is most appreciative for the help. It means he can barricade himself inside faster!]

They're not really people, ya know. Poke a hole in their suits and this nasty poison gas comes out. You can't breathe and it makes you sick and... [shudder.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Sounds good to me. So you've run into these fellas before? This happen often 'round here?

[Now he's looking around too. They hadn't come near the house, thankfully, but they still give him the creeps.]

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

Ohhh yeah. I tried to fight one once. BIG mistake. It hurt to breathe for days.

[It probably would've hurt longer if he hadn't, yanno, died, but he leaves that part out.]

If we barricade the house we should be okay. At the very least we'll be able to hear them trying to get in!

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Hurt to breathe?

[He looks around, scratching his head. He's no fighter, but he's crafty.]

What do we go in the way of tools 'round here? I wanna try and whip up a security system.

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

Not a whole lot. There's a toolbox in the shed in the backyard and some shovels, but nothing cool like power tools. That would make things so much easier.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

No power tools? Gonna have to fix that problem. Can't have a house without power tools.

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

You can make power tools? [Oh he is so all over this.] Can I help?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Make 'em? Don't they sell any here? I mean, I know it's the 50s and all, but they gotta have somethin'... we'll need to buy everythin' we can, first....

[He thinks about it though.] We can give it a shot. What have we got to lose, right?

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

I dunno, did they have power tools back then? They don't even have cable TV here.

[Eyes light up.] There's a hardware store here! I've never been inside, but I bet they have tons of stuff!

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Probably not good ones, but hey, I can modify anything they got.

They do? Well, that's a start! We'll have to do some shoppin', then.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[Tak picks up a fallen plank and blinks at it, then stares at Raz confusedly. Minion, what the heck are you doing?]

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

Hey, hand that up here, will ya?

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[She's too confused to say no.]

Uh... ok. [She grabs an armful of planks and uses her Pak's legs to climb up to where Raz is.].

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

Thanks! [And he grabs it and starts attaching it to the wall. Raz is a riveting conversationalist today.]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

Huh.

You... uh, keep up the good work. I'm going to go ask some questions.

[Later gator]

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

What, you're not gonna help?

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

... I guess.

Against what?

[Serious, what the hell Raz? She sure as hell didn't see or hear anything strange this fine morning.]

((BECAUSE GUESS WHO'S ALWAYS LAST TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON? Ahahayeah))

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

You mean you haven't- you haven't seen them?

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[She picks up a plank and holds it out like a weapon, as though she's interrogating Raz at gunpoint. Totally not intending to help. Nope.

Seen what?

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

[Raz just grabs it with his telekinesis.]

The hazmats! The guys in the white suits! Don't tell me you haven't heard about them!

Just now noticed the typo

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

No! I have not! Could you possibly do some exposition in between your ranting?!

HI I'M SLOW

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

Wha? Jeez, okay, fine! The guys in the hazmat suits that are wandering around town looking for that Sergei guy. They're made of burning! Like, literally! You can pop them like a balloon and this burning poison stuff comes out!

I'm barricading my house so they can't get in, that way I won't have deal with them.

HELLO SLOW

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

... If they're made of burning, what's encasing yourself in wood supposed to do?

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

No, no, it's the poison they spit out that burns. Like burning.

So if I stay inside, they won't bother me!

Is this some foreshadowing? Or reverse-shadowing?

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

Well, that's a good idea, I suppose. Except for the minor issue that if they get in some other way, you've simply locked yourself in with death.

You can build a little fort if you want. I'm going to keep moving.

[mothersandsuns.livejournal.com]

[Well, Ammy doesn't exactly want to pester. But she can't just let a kid do all that by himself, especially when he's getting hurt in the process. Plus, he seems to have some sort of Celestial Brush-like power, and that's encouraging--it means maybe she can get hers back.

So she trots over, peers up at Raz, and barks curiously. Anything she can do to help?]

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

[Raz jumps at the sound and whips around, half expecting to get a face full of Hazmat axe. Instead he finds a puppy!]

WHOA-oh. Uh, hey boy.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

[Miakis walks by during a patrol of the neighborhood, and she pauses to watch with interest. Both the kid and the telekinesis look familiar. Watching him hurt himself and ignore his bruises eventually becomes too much for her, though, and she approaches carefully, as not to startle him.]

Hey, kiddo! Need any help~?

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

[Blinks and looks down]

H-huh? Oh, hey. Uhh, could you hand me one of those planks over there?

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

[Miakis grabs some of the planks and tries to hold them out to hand to him, but she's just a liiiiittle too short to reach Raz on the roof. She tries not to pout about this and is... mostly successful.]

So, uh, what are you doing?

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

[Fortunately, Raz's telekinetic hand can reach them just fine, and plucks them out of her hand.]

Thanks. I'm fortifying my house against those things. [nervously looks around.]

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Oh, the suits? [frown] That's not a bad idea... but I think you're safe if you just stay out of their way!

[Miakis is impressed with the telekinesis! She makes an :O face as she watches him work.]

Hey, neat trick! That's, uhhh... telekinesis, right? My 'son' here can do that, too. It must be pretty handy, huh~

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

That's the plan. If they don't see me, they won't bother me, and I'll be safe!

[Oh boy here we go.] Yup! I'm a well-trained psychic soldier! Telekinesis is just one of the many things I can do! Your son's psychic too, huh?

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

My, my, you're awfully talented, aren't you? That's pretty cool! I can't do anything like that, even if I had all of my runes...

Aha, yeah, Nagi's pretty powerful in his own right. He's really good at--hm, what did Ken call it? Using people as human frisbees. [She punctuates that sentence with a weary sigh. So much violence at Pancake House... ;A;]