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[color=FF8c00]Rank 5
30 / 50 EXP[/color]

[b][u]Kunad Highway -> Midgar[/u][/b][/center]

It's a good thing Raz had experience with maneuvering on top of fast stuff, or else his mad dash across the "wild trucks" would've ended a lot more pancake-ily. Not to say it was [i]easy[/i]. Between having to leap from truck to truck, bounding around on his Levball like a hamster rolled down a hill, and needing to keep the Turk in his sights so [i]he[/i] didn't splatter on the ground, it was a miracle that Raz managed to reach the copter at all. About halfway one of the trucks jerked upwards and made Raz lose focus. He flailed in midair, landing with a short roll before continuing on foot, his little legs taking him as fast as they could manage. For a second he though he outright dropped Benedict, though when he glanced over his shoulder he saw that the general was actually still in his grasp - his [i]psychic[/i] grasp, that is, floating just behind Raz in his TK's hand. [color=FF8c00]"Oh, that makes it way easier!"[/color]

What felt like an hour of truck-based platforming passed, a very perilous minute at most, before Raz finally made it to safety. Relatively, anyway. Scrambling up the lowered hook to the copter was a lot more familiar than the daredevil tactics he pulled down below. With Benedict bouncing in the air beside him, Raz made it into their getaway vehicle, and dropped their ex-enemy onto the helicopter's floor.

[color=FF8c00]"Next time we do that, can we be inside the trucks? It'd make things a lot safer."[/color]

Much like what Geralt did with Roxas on the train ride earlier, Roxas helped to free Benedict from Galeem's control. Raz still wasn't super sure how you'd do it, and between the monster hunter's big glowy heart thing and Roxas's key whatever-ing it was unclear what was the actual method and what was the person's unique abilities. It'd probably be important to figure out, especially if he ever wanted to find his friends or family out there...

As they approached Midgar, the metropolis's sheer size only grew more and more impressive, and its varied makeup gave it a much more cluttered feel to it all, like a patchwork of playsets that a giant child mashed together to play around in.

Wait, that wasn't what Galeem was actually doing, was it? What would even be the point of all this, the goal of zapping every possible reality into one spot? Maybe it was something only gods understood. Like knowing what the best hot dog stand in a big city is, a secret that you only knew if you were "in". Or maybe it was for no reason, and Galeem was more like a force of nature than a conscious entity.

He'd have to ask Galeem when he met it.

[color=FF8c00]"Hey, what do you guys think that is?"[/color] Raz pointed at the huge mass of buildings floating in the sky as they flew further into the city. Though when it turned out nobody could see it, Raz just stared at it harder. [color=FF8c00]"So weird..."[/color]

Finally the helicopter touched down on a balcony, and the team was lead inside by their benefactors (that's the word for what Giovana and the twin doctors were, right?) [color=FF8c00]"Oh, hi again Mr. Goldlewis!"[/color] Raz greeted his former traveling companion when they all filed into the conference room.

Raz raised his hand when questions were being asked. [color=FF8c00]"Yeah, I was wondering, what's that big blocky thing in the sky? Sorta looks like if you took a buncha buildings and glued them onto a ball. Kinda staticky, too."[/color]

From there the group were given a long bit of exposition on the state of Midgar, the various powers at play, both involved in this 'Ever Crisis' thing and tertiary to it all while still being a threat. It made sense that a place this huge would be a hotbed for conflict, though Raz couldn't help but wonder how many of these organizations originated from someplace else or were created after the fact, right in this mishmash world. Then he quietly tucked that thought away, since turning it over again and again would end up driving him a little crazy.

Raz asked another: [color=FF8c00]"So, right, this Ever Crisis sounds like a really big deal. Since we're already going to be looking around the place for the next Guardian, should we be helping with it? I'm not sure how much we should butt in on other places' issues, but what's the point in trying to save everyone if we don't also help them with the less world-threatening things too?"[/color]

[color=FF8c00]"Hang on,"[/color] Raz interjected futher, in the middle of the discussion on the various factions. [color=FF8c00]"Psych-OSF, they're a psychic organization, right? And their HQ is called the... [i]Other[/i]lobe? That sounds way too similar to the [i]Mother[/i]lobe from my home to be a coincidence. With the G-Men being part of Midgar's government too... have any of you heard of a group called the Psychonauts? Or, or maybe some of its members someplace else?"[/color] Raz was getting riled up, the possibility of finding some familiar faces spurring him on. [color=FF8c00]"Zanotto? Cruller? Mentallis? Nein?? Vodello?!"[/color]

As his answers were given, Raz joined in on the powers talk, the third time in the last day he's done so. [color=FF8c00]"I've sorta explained all my things a lot already, so I'll keep it brief; I'm a psychic! I can do psychic stuff, read minds and levitate and pick things up with my brain. I can defend myself pretty well too! And I grew up in my family's circus, so even without my powers I'm pretty capable in a pinch. Not to, heh, toot my own horn,"[/color] he said as he tooted his own horn.[hr][center][color=FF8c00]963 Words
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