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[color=FF8c00]Rank 5
42 / 50 EXP[/color]

[b][u]Suoh
Sector 3 Upper[/u][/b][/center]

Raz had been uncharacteristically silent since the Other fight. In a bit of a mad dash to re-prove himself to Lili, hoping that a display of bravery against some monsters would clear the awkwardness of their scuffle, Raz instead got shot down hard and had been out of the count for most of the fight. It was... embarrassing, to say the least. He was shaping up to be a pretty key figure in things around Suoh, maybe even all of their stay at Midgar. He couldn't get reckless like that again! Even after Peach so helpfully healed him Raz kept to himself, mostly following everyone else's lead in the aftermath of the fight, until being addressed directly snapped him out of his funk.

[color=FF8c00]"Uh, what?"[/color] He blinked up at Pit, as if his eyes were out of focus. [color=FF8c00]"Oh, no, I can't. Sorry. Thought Transference is a pretty high-level technique, I never learned it back home. And Clairvoyance only works if [i]you're[/i] the one using it..."[/color] Such a matter-of-fact denial might've stung, but at least it roused Raz into a bit of action.

He chose to stay out of the proceedings at the gym, deciding it was better to let himself heal up a bit more than getting right back into a brawl, and while everyone was checking out the gym the next step of their plan was revealed: infiltrating the Psych-OSF.

Raz nodded to Peach and Goldlewis. [color=FF8c00]"Oh right, I've totally got an in. Me and Roxas even managed to free one of my friends, Lili Zanotto, so she's on our side too! A bit more than she already was at least. She's, y'know, cool. On the level. [i]In[/i] on things."[/color] He cleared his throat. [color=FF8c00]Coach Oleander is her squadron's leader, and he offered me a fast track to joining. I tried to get the rest of you in too, but it looks like the Psych-OSF is leaning more on the 'OSF' part of running things. They don't even let non-psychics join [i]anywhere[/i]."[/color] He scratched his head and glanced out the window at all of the specially-tuned advertisements and road signs.

[color=FF8c00]"It's kinda weird. Back home it was us psychics that were looked down on. Here, they run the place, and anyone else are seen as 'different'. Sorry, guys,"[/color] he offered to his team members, very sincerely too.[hr][center][color=FF8c00]396 Words
+1 EXP[/color][/center]