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Reposting the sheet since I edited it how you asked the last time, Lug, and figure it'd help more than making you hunt down the original post. The strengths and weaknesses have been changed, and the wording on Essence of Mayhem has been slightly altered. Otherwise it's the same.



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Roxas (@Double), Bede (@Crimson Flame)
Midgar
SOU Hideout


"If Psych-OSF is anything like that Psychonauts, then even non-psychics can get a job with them," Raz commented. "Of course, it sounds like it's only half of the actual Psychonauts, so that info doesn't really help. Weeeeee can figure it out as we go."

The next step of their journey was decided: another split, one part of the team heading to Suoh and the others going towards Detroit. This new separation made Raz wonder. "That Wonder Red guy... he got separated from us back in the Metro, right? I hope he's doing okay."

They had some time to kill before they would be ready to depart. Wherever you went, there would always be some bureaucracy to make things a little harder, huh? The building's amenities were offered to the group, but Raz didn't go for any recreation just yet. There was something he had to do first.

As the others dispersed, filed out, hung around to chat, or do whatever it was they were going to do, Raz double backed to the door out to the helipad. He stepped outside, taking only a quick glance to find where Roxas and Bede had ended up at the edge of the balcony.

Raz approached slowly, since it seemed the two were discussing something important. He cleared his throat. "Hey, Roxas? And... uhm, Beady? Mind if I ask you something?" Raz opened his mouth to continue, but paused. Something seemed to be on Roxas's mind. The look was familiar to Raz, and he had an inkling what might've been going through his head. Despite only knowing him for a short while, he felt something of a connection to Roxas. So, he closed the distance and joined the pair, sitting with his legs over the edge.

"It's kind've a lot, huh?" Raz began. "Trust me, I was like that back when I first joined up. Man, it was only a day ago, I think. Feels like a lot longer!" Raz chuckled, trying to break the brooding tension a little. "But yeah. Not too long ago we were minding our own business, unaware of what was actually going on, and then in an instant we were thrust into this huge thing, surrounded by people who knew a lot more than you did. I'm not sure how you feel exactly, but it sure made me feel small. Hell, when I was awakened, Mr. Goldlewis and the rest were heading to climb up a mountain! It was long, and hard, and I barely made much of a difference going up. I think we even died! But..."

Raz squinted, looking at Roxas's robes, then said, "I think... yeah, it was your Organization guys who saved us. Gave us all a huge pick-me-up, I guess, and helped us get to the top. The whole time I wasn't sure what I was doing, or if I was even helping, if the team was better off if I just stayed in the desert. You can't let those thoughts get to you. If you want my advice, you should focus on what you can do, and do it as best you can. You're good at a lot of stuff - you can run really fast, maneuver super good, and the way you fight is impressive. And you," he turned to Bede, not wanting this peptalk to be too one-sided, "I'm not familiar with your animal... things... but you look like you can control them pretty good too!"

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that it is a lot to handle right now, so you have to focus on what's right in front of you, the stuff you can do right now, instead of everything hanging above your head. Plus, if that Organization XIII is going to be in the shadows acting all mysterious and helping us out for whatever reason, then having you around might help us figure them out better." With that Raz stood back up and dusted off the back of his pants. "And speaking of 'help', that's why I came out here. We're going to be splitting up - some of us going to the Psych-OSF, the others checking our those Desperado guys - and I wanted to know if you could, well, come with me? There's somebo--... some people that might be there that I care a lot about. I don't want to have to beat them up to get them to their senses. I saw what you did with Benedict in the ride over here, freeing him without all that, so I was hoping you could do it for my friends too? Please?"
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Midgar
Sector 3 - Suoh

The ride into Suoh was uneventful. Midgar's size, while impressive at a distance, made travel a lot longer. It gave Raz time to get used to the weight of his gridLink on his wrist, at least. It might not have seemed like a lot, but his training taught him that even the smallest change in balance had to be accounted for. He didn't want to leap from building to building and fumble a pole swing.

His attention was quickly diverted as soon as the hummer reach the end of the tunnel into Suoh. For a moment Raz was blindsided by psychic images - ads plastered on every available space, symbols and text overlaid on signs that had its own writing, stunning displays of light and color - to everyone else it looked like he just hit a drug trip.

"Oh man, how is this worse than the Sensorium?" Raz asked himself. He closed his eyes, turning his thoughts inwards, and took several deep breaths. Lights, sounds, clawing for your attention... 'Do not let them distract you, Razputin.' His dad's voice echoed in his ears. 'It can overwhelm even me at times. Just remember to keep your focus...' "...at the front of your mind." Re-centered, Raz opened his eyes again. The visions hadn't gone away, of course, but for now Raz was blocking out the worst of them.

"Yeah, it really is something," Raz responded. "Guess I'll be running point? Since I can see all of it?" It felt weird to be in something of a leader position now, despite how out-of-place Raz had been before, though the burden of leadership could wait a bit as everyone went to explore the Sector a bit first. "Oh look, there it is!" Raz helpfully pointed out the 'Otherlobe' down the street, as if nobody else would connect the dots. "The Motherlobe! Otherlobe. Whatever. It's a lot redder than I remember. Must be the, uh, 'other' part of it?"

"Tourists from Sector 7. Alright, I'm going to head for the..." He scanned the environment. He was looking for someone specific, and if they were the same as ever, then he'd want a place outside of the Otherlobe, where there would be some sort of plantlife. And lucky for him, there was exactly one spot that fit that description. "That shrine! The... Sumeragi Tomb," he read from some psychically projected signage in front of the shrine. "A tomb in the middle of the city? Kinda morbid."

He made his way over, not wanting to look too eager to get there, but also a little too anxious to take it slow. When would he ever get another chance to be so close to people he knew in this huge world? The closer he got to the shrine the quicker his pace became, until he took the steps up two at a time. He, of course, tripped on the very last one, nearly stumbling onto his face. "Ghahh, stupid...!" Raz started to scold the gridLink, only to stop short when he noticed the group of similarly-dressed individuals, one among them catching his eye in particular.

"Lilli!!" Raz rushed forward, running right across the shrine to the pigtailed girl, not for one moment thinking how bad it looked to be charging straight at a team of armed, possibly military-trained Psych-OSF soldiers. Oops.
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Ace (@Yankee), Frisk (@Majoras End), Prisoner (@XoXKieroBombXoX)
Edinburgh MagicaPolis

"Looks like we all made it back," Wonder Red noted as he joined his compatriots back at their meeting place. "And it's a pleasure to meet you, Detective Lucia Morgan!" Even though he greeted her with his usual forward semi-friendly demeanor, he side-eyed Big Band, which was hard to tell from beneath his mask, though the detective's instincts might have picked up on it in the long-enough pause that followed. "You can call me Wonder Red."

He wasn't keen on the idea of recruiting civilians into their cause, whether or not they wanted to. They couldn't divulge their true goals to those still under Galeem's influence. Wonder Red saw it as taking advantage of their state of mind, unable to truly consent to what they were getting into. Not to mention the method by which they were awakened. To put it simply, it rubbed him the wrong way, but for the time being he bit his tongue and trusted Big Band's judgment.

When time came to share information, Wonder Red cleared his throat. "I've managed to glean some information from local bar patrons, though nothing conclusive. In terms of ways to leave the island that this city is built on, there are canals that lead out into the ocean, with scheduled ferry rides to the mainland. For a faster exit, there was less info. It seems not many people within the city leaves it to explore the surroundings, although there was talk of airships out in the forest we might be able to find.

"And I'm sure that you've found this out through Detective Lucia Morgan and other police members, but I've also heard stories of the dead coming to life at night. Regardless of if it's a usual occurrence for the city, I think we should look into it. It may lead to..."
He looked at Lucia. "...finding out more of our goals." Very inconspicuous behavior in front of a police officer.

"Oh, and one other thing." Wonder Red scratched the back of his neck and looked to the side, avoiding eye contact. "When we decide to leave, we might, uhm, have an extra traveling companion. The elderly turtle that offered me this information has been looking for a way to warmer climates, and, well, I possibly offered for him to come with us." He chuckled nervously. "He shouldn't be much trouble. So long as you can listen to his stories..."

Naturally, deciding to stay meant needing something to do with their time. Despite being fresh off a scuffle that got them separated entirely from the rest of their group, none of them were content to laze the daytime away, and took up Lucia's offer to hunt for a quick job. "Oh, demolition. That would prove to be--" Wonder Red began before the excitement of the Spheal show overtook the group. "R-right. Spheals. That's also doable."

Helping run an animal show didn't seem like the best use of their time, but they had plenty to kill, so Red didn't fight against the decision.

When they arrived at the place the board had indicated, Wonder Red lagged slightly behind Ace and Big Band approaching the group. He was never... great with animals. Children could understand, learn, communicate, but animals he had a harder time connecting with. Luckily it seemed the self-proclaimed monster hunter was more than up for the task of handling the Spheals. As well, their choice of job had them meeting with another person freed from Galeem. What a funny coincidence.

"Hello, Frisk, I'm Wonder Red. Seems you've been doing well for yourself out here." He took note of the "sentient orb of pestilence" Frisk had with her. "Is your, uh, friend there, missing a body? There might be something we can do to help."

It wasn't long after meeting each other that the Spheal show was starting. Big Band, Lucia, and himself spent the time before investigating around the fountain area in case any poacher lay in wait, but with the coast clear and the Spheal show beginning, it was time to take Big Band up on his offer. "Yes, over here, Detective," he said to Lucia, leading her a bit out of the way from the show. Hopefully she didn't get too suspicious when he lead her down a quieter, empty side road. When he was certain the coast was clear, he spun on his heel and leapt up, high enough to sock Lucia right in the face - an attack from both sides with Big Band!
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Benedict (@Dark Cloud)
Midgar
SOU Hideout

Raz's heart swelled hearing those familiar names listed off to him. Some of them he didn't recognize, but it seems that most of the people in charge of Psych-OSF were fellow Psychonauts! Sasha, Milla, Coach, even Zanotto. Ford wasn't one of the names, though since Raz had a direct line to him it wouldn't be hard to find wherever he's at. But if Truman was here, then maybe...

"If we need to get in with one of the organizations, we're totally covered," Raz said to the group. "The Psych-OSF! It's practically being run by the Grand Head of the Psychonauts, I can definitely have everyone join up! In theory, at least." He gestured to the team at large, maybe a bit too large for a batch of new recruits. "Even if we decide to do something else, I... I really need to go to the Mother- sorry, Otherlobe. To make sure everyone's okay..." Raz rubbed his arm and looked to the floor. The fears and anxieties started to bubble up again. It wasn't like he doubted everyone could take care of themselves - he'd read enough Psychic Tales to know that the Psychonauts could handle anything thrown their way - but emotion always got in the way of logical thought. You didn't have to be a mind-reader to know that.

Raz tried to shake the thoughts off. "Plus, we also have a third option: the Midgar government itself. We do have a high-ranking member of their 'Public Security Division', after all. He might put in a good word for some of us to come onboard."

With Benedict as a focus of the conversation now, Raz walked over to the old strategist, looking up with a mix of apprehension and sheepishness. "That is, if you're willing to join us, the Seekers. I'm still pretty new to the team, and I don't really have a lot of authority here or anything, but it is a pretty dangerous job, hunting down these Guardians and freeing the world again. Not to say you couldn't hold your own. My ribs are still bruised from that kick you gave me earlier." Raz rubbed his chest, though he gave a little smile to show it was (mostly) a ribbing.

Pun intended.

"Speaking of which, I think we got off on the wrong foot back then," Raz continued, the pun this time unintended. "Galeem seems to make people act super aggressively, more than they usually are, so back on the trucks you weren't really yourself. No hard feelings from me at least." He offered Benedict a gloved hand, held up for a shake, and smiled wide. "I'm Razputin Aquato. Nice to meet you for real!"
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Kunad Highway -> Midgar


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 easy. 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 he 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 psychic grasp, that is, floating just behind Raz in his TK's hand. "Oh, that makes it way easier!"

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.

"Next time we do that, can we be inside the trucks? It'd make things a lot safer."

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.

"Hey, what do you guys think that is?" 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. "So weird..."

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?) "Oh, hi again Mr. Goldlewis!" Raz greeted his former traveling companion when they all filed into the conference room.

Raz raised his hand when questions were being asked. "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."

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: "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?"

"Hang on," Raz interjected futher, in the middle of the discussion on the various factions. "Psych-OSF, they're a psychic organization, right? And their HQ is called the... Otherlobe? That sounds way too similar to the Motherlobe 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?" Raz was getting riled up, the possibility of finding some familiar faces spurring him on. "Zanotto? Cruller? Mentallis? Nein?? Vodello?!"

As his answers were given, Raz joined in on the powers talk, the third time in the last day he's done so. "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," he said as he tooted his own horn.
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@Double cure was a poor choice of words. I meant, get rid of the gleeming issue Benedict currently has.

@Lugubrious if nothing comes up with Truth, yeah just pm me a short little thing.


Yup, I'll be posting for Raz either tonight or tomorrow, getting things squared away with Benny boy.


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18/50 EXP

@Dark Cloud
Kunad Highway


For all his skill in battle, even Raz wasn't immune to being kicked in the stomach by a grown adult. The force pushed him back, falling onto the roof of the bus. Though he wasn't going to let himself be held up at swordpoint by this guy. He rolled sideways around Benedict as Roxas charged him, sweeping himself back onto his feet in the process.

"Oh yeah, you're SUCH a moral guy right now, kicking a kid in the chest!" Roxas had a better putdown speech than he did, though. And he was right. Galeem was more or less changing how this guy acted, and arguing with him about it wouldn't change his mind. Plus, considering how other Galeem-influenced people got super aggressive, they'd probably be hounded by this guy and his Demon G-Men (hey, that rhymes!) army all throughout Midgar. And that's their home turf.

If they wanted any chance at surviving, they'd need to deal with the Turk in front of them.

Raz looked to his right, at the oncoming barrage of out-of-control trucks and the helicopter coming in beyond. "Well, I do have an idea, just not a good one." With a flick of his arm Raz hopped onto his Levball and pealed out towards the chaos. "Let's cheese it!"

Though that was only step one in his plan. Raz spun around mid-cheese, once he was on the truck ahead of the bus, and grabbed Benedict with Mental Connection. The older tactician was yanked off his feet towards the boy, pulled through the air to where Raz was when he nabbed him, but by then Raz was on the move again. And he kept on doing just that - moving a decent distance, tugging Benedict along before he could get away, trying to keep a good pace in between truck-based platforming and dodging demons.

"Anybody wanna grab this guy?!" Raz called out to the rest of the Seekers as he prepared to jump across the 'wild trucks'. It would be much harder to do this run/pull combo while focusing on reaching the copter past the vehicular stampede.
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@Dark Cloud Just so you're in the loop I'm gonna be posting tomorrow, and hoping to have Raz drag Benedict along with the group to the copter. What better way to becoming a party member than being kidnapped, eh? Though if you rather otherwise that's cool too


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@Dark Cloud's Benedict
Kunad Highway


"Nice one!" Raz went for a high five with Pit, which hopefully the peppy angel would reciprocate before the two were approached by Peach.

"An angle they wouldn't expect?... Oh, I got it! We can 'float' down near the bottom of the trucks, and--" His quick plan was interrupted by Trumpeter's trumpeting, which pierced the rushing wind and roaring engines. With it came light that also pierced the sky, landing on where most everyone had gathered. "Okay new plan wing it!!" Raz shouted as he dived out of the way of the nuclear blast. Even if the other two didn't go with his original idea, Raz still figured it was worth a shot. He turned the dive into a roll, tumbling across the roof to the back of the truck, catching the edge and sliding down the rear doors until his feet touched the very thin edge of the trailer's skirt.

Pressing up against the metal walls Raz sidled sideways, inching along the side of the truck, getting between two of them. "Don't look down, don't look down, don't think about looking down," he muttered to himself. He kept his eyes up, feeling his way around the truck as he got into position beneath Trumpeter, who hovered over the gap - and now, over Raz.

"Okaaaay, I really hope this works." Raz had felt a tingling in his mind for a while now, and he tried to grab hold of it...


In an instant, a dotted line formed between Raz and the Trumpeter, framing the latter in a glowing purple thought bubble. Then Raz was yanked upwards, pulled towards the larger demon with the speed of a flying bullet. His helmeted head rammed into Trumpeter's underside, knocking him off balance, though Raz did more than just slam into him. "I'll take that," he shouted, grabbing the demon's trumpet, using both the momentum of his pull and Trumpeter's loss of stability to yank it clear out of its bony hands as he soared further past it. The demon was now open and defenseless for Midna's assault!

With the demon's (presumed) source of power in hand, Raz materialized his bubble, holding onto it with his free hand only for a moment, stalling in the air just long enough so the convoy didn't leave him behind. No, instead Raz had his sights on the schoolbus still tailing them, landing on its roof, closer to the rear, behind Benedict. "Hey, you!" He called over the din. "I dunno who you are, but you're messing with some really dangerous stuff, using these G-Men or, fake G-Men, whatever! You're asking about our intentions? What about yours, ordering these monsters around and trying to kill us?"

Raz lifted the stolen trumpet to his lips. "Let's see how you like a taste of it!" And with that, he blew, tooting the apocalyptic instrument with all his might! And, when nothing even happened, he looked at it bashfully. "I, uh, thought that would work. Uhh..." So as a Plan B, Raz lifted the trumpet with his TK and merely flung it, hard, at Benedict. "Take that!...?"
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Gutsford


It was a good thing that Peach decided to let loose a huge blast into the air, because Raz wasn't really sure which way the Trade Depot was from where they ended up. Following the shrieking flare Raz and Roxas turned the corner of a warehouse just in time to see the rest of their friends clambering up onto a fleet of trucks right as they began to pull out.

"Gotta book it!" Raz started for the trucks, vaulting onto his Levball mid-run as he spotted another group of G-Men after the others. Three big bounds across the pavement, and a bounce off of a moving forklift ("That'll buff out!") sent him careening across the depot, over the grasping hands of a few of the faster G-Men, to finally land atop one of the last trucks to leave. Not a graceful landing either; the momentum threatened to send him flying right off again so Raz had to de-levitate on the move, which made him tumble and flip across the roof of the truck before finally skidding to a stop on his face.

"Uuogh," Raz groaned as he lifted himself up. "...still got it."

Their trip to Midgar began for real now. The top of a bunch of trucks wasn't the most comfortable form of travel, but at least it have them all a great view of the scenery. Raz kept low, sitting on the roof of the truck's cabin, back against the trailer, to keep the wind from knocking him off. The path the trucks took was pretty bumpy, sending their trailers bouncing left and right whenever they weren't on one of those sections of roads, though luckily Raz could handle some turbulence.

Speaking of turbulence...

"Who the heck is that guy?!" Raz shouted to the others over the rushing wind as he stood, ready for the fight. The spectacled man with the shield was in charge of the G-Men it seemed, but it wasn't anybody Raz knew. "Oh, this should be easy," he tempted fate, taking a little combat stance so he could wallop these fedora-wearing fools. That is, until they exploded.

"Whaoh! Okay, they didn't do that where I came from!" Raz somersaulted away from the heavy hammer of Ippon-Datara as it came down on him, leaping between one truck to the other in order to dodge. "Looks like it's time to get schooled!" He nailed his attacker with three well-placed Psiblasts aimed at its broad chest. "Get it? Because they came out of that school bus? That works, right?" Raz's would have to workshop his one-liners another time, since the little alien-looking guy in the floating pot zoomed in close to him, the air crackling with electricity. It tried to nail Raz with tiny lightning bolts, forcing the Psychonaut on his toes, jumping to and fro in a little jig to avoid the shocks. "Hey, hey, watch it!" Fingers to temple, Raz grabbed Agathion with his TK, the large glowing hand holding the thing in its pot like he'd caught a spider in a jar.

"Batters up, anyone?" He called to the others, focusing on keeping the Shadow still, despite its best efforts jerking it back and forth in the air.
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