[CANON RAZ] Waiting.
Feb. 10th, 2006 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
purpose_of_the_gogglesRaz paces in the parking lot of Whispering Rock Summer Camp. He's chosen this spot specifically for the Psitanium alloy lying underneath the surface. Ford Cruller, his mentor, had mentioned that Psitanium made psychics more psychic; frankly, he needs all the help he can get on this.
He fights down a momentary feeling of panic. It's been washing over him on and off ever since he discovered the burnout in his brain; not so much for the loss of psychic abilities, per se, so much as the fact that it could mean the end of his Psychonauts career before it started. It was so unfair to lose his chance after he'd worked so hard and done so much to make it in. His career would be over before it'd even started, and it'd be back to circus oblivion for him. He shudders at the thought.
He taps his foot. Bakura should be here any moment.
He fights down a momentary feeling of panic. It's been washing over him on and off ever since he discovered the burnout in his brain; not so much for the loss of psychic abilities, per se, so much as the fact that it could mean the end of his Psychonauts career before it started. It was so unfair to lose his chance after he'd worked so hard and done so much to make it in. His career would be over before it'd even started, and it'd be back to circus oblivion for him. He shudders at the thought.
He taps his foot. Bakura should be here any moment.
