"Another... name? Larry Malone's the full thing. Or you could try Cal. Or do Halesey- kinda wondering what he's up to.
"Larry... Malone... hm. I'm feeling that one, yeah. And specific, too, uh... not sure if that's a good thing? Best not to think too much, my ma always said..."
[Mind roll: 5+1]
You blink, and suddenly everything's gone. There's only you. One, two, three... four of you. Each is you. One of you steps back into you, and you flash with a golden light. A second one follows, and you bathe the void in radiance. A third cannonballs into you from above, and then you splash, spill everywhere, collapsing into a cloud of you that disperses, growing thinner, ever thinner...
You blink. The wick-headed man stands before you. Mrs. Lady is still insensible. Something is different now. Three new things vie for dominance in your head. All three are you.
1. Teleport Through Larry Malone
2. Invoke Toothy Larry Malone
3. Curse of Larry Malone
Cool trick, right? You can, uh, take any you want.
You look at the wick-headed man. You don't
think he actually said anything just now.
"So, uh, yeah. That's a thing. Hey, lady, you want to see the trick, too?" he asks of Mrs. Lady. "What's your name?"
"Oh, huh, what?" Mrs. Lady looks at him, startled.
"My name's Tracey. Yeah. Sorry. Got distracted. There was this...""Flame, yeah. So, Tracey, let's see..."
Tracey twitches as the wick-headed man looks at her. Her body starts to convulse, blood starts coming out of her nose and streaming from under her glasses. She doubles over while remaining on her knees, the contents of her stomach coming right out in a stream of projectile vomit.
"Uh, whoops. Are you, er, okay?"
Tracey does appear to be stable after a moment, or at least not bleeding or vomiting quite as much, though she's certainly in a bad way.
"... why?" she asks accusatorily.
"Sorry, I just, er, overdid it, I guess?"
She coughs for a moment, trying to clear up her throat, then sits back further away from the newly-made puddle of her internal fluids.