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[color=FF8c00]Rank 6
26 / 60 EXP[/color]

[b][u]Midgar, Suoh
The Otherlobe -> Clearing Party[/u][/b][/center]
Oh, that was a lot easier than he was expecting. Maybe political espionage isn't all that tricky to do? Classic military-industrial complex move to make something seem super complicated just to get a bigger budget.

With the info leaked and about probably one person in Psych-OSF the wiser, Raz retraced his invisible steps back to the Cafeteria, though luckily he could make a shorter trip to the restrooms and exit from there to really sell the "I had to go to the bathroom real bad" alibi, as humiliating a cover that made.

[color=FF8c00]"Oof, stay away from the french toast,"[/color] Raz said to some passing breakfast-goers to really sell it. Of course Raz hadn't eaten [i]any[/i] breakfast, and before he could chow down on anything, the squad was on the move.

Fighting eldritch monsters on an empty stomach? How hard could it be?[center]* * *[/center]
In a flash of spectacular psychic displacement, their platoon found themselves on a small concrete island within some dank, flooded tunnels. Seeing the terrain Raz grumbled. [color=FF8c00]"Oh great."[/color] He scratched at his chest nervously. [color=FF8c00]"Uhh, me and water don't do well together, so... are there any Other fish things we have to worry about?"[/color]

Luka mentioned his own ability to teleport, which Raz was all-too eager to try out. Teleportation was a power he never got the opportunity to try before, despite being sorta-mentored by Ford Cruller, teleportationist extraordinaire. It reminded him that he hadn't updated the old man in a while - even if Ford could see plenty through Raz's eyes, a verbal debriefing never hurt. Plus, he had to figure out where Ford was at!

All things for later, of course. For now Raz followed suit, utilizing the SAS connection to near effortlessly follow Luka to their next vantage point. [color=FF8c00]"Whoa, that was awesome!"[/color] Raz did a little three-step dance in place, the young Psychonaut utterly ecstatic to be living his lifelong dream, even if it was a little to the left of what he was used to.

Making their way further through the tunnel, Raz - sticking to the railtracks and small bits of debris to stand on - tried a little something. Every since he'd been connected to SAS there was a fuzziness in his brain. Something in there felt [i]loose[/i], not in a loose screws kinda way, but more like a plug that wasn't quite in all the way. [i][color=FF8c00]"Peach, Sakura,"[/color][/i] Raz thought to his two conspirators. [i][color=FF8c00]"I think..."[/color][/i] There was a slight static of interference as, for a brief moment, Raz mentally shifted the psychic transmitter stuck in his noggin (however SAS truly functioned) into a new 'port'. [i][color=FF8c00]"Okay, I think that you guys can use my kind of Levitation now! I dunno how it works but, I don't really have ONE psychic power like you or the others have, so it sorta feels like I can kind of choose which one to provide? Psychic mumbo jumbo, it's more a feeling than anything, but try it out! You can levitate over water. I can't, but that's, uh, that's a me thing."[/color][/i]

Eventually they came across a more open area, and here is where they first caught sight of the Others. Seemed like a pretty small group, though it wasn't like this was all that'd be in there. [i][color=FF8c00]"We shouldn't spend too much energy dealing with these guys,"[/color][/i] Raz messaged the platoon, [i][color=FF8c00]"let's pick them off one at a time, don't let them group up."[/color][/i] Not that he was the leader or anything. Hopefully Luka could do with a tactician.

Raz hopped onto one of the above-water tracks, grinding fast down the tunnel towards one of the Rummies, zipping towards it with a quick Mental Connection. He slammed into its body at full force, using the momentum to spring further up into the air. He took aim mid-flip, nailing the Rummie with a volley of Blasts, before finishing the flip by landing on top of a lightpost. [color=FF8c00]"Can't reach me here, can you?"[/color] He taunted, continuing to fire at it, and any others his hit-and-run attracted. Even if he didn't do much damage to them on his own, the quick shots were sure to set them up for his teams' attacks.[hr][center][color=FF8c00]713 Words
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