[CANON RAZ] Waiting.

[purpose_of_the_goggles]

Raz 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.

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[milleniumspirit.livejournal.com]

"I've got a few effects that could probably help," offers Bakura, "but I'm not sure how much, with damage like this."

[razthepsynaut.livejournal.com]

Raz looks anxious. "Anything's gotta help a little. I'm desperate," he pleads. And he is, really. He LIKES being psychic. He LIKES being a Psychonaut.

[milleniumspirit.livejournal.com]

"Let's start small then, shall we," says Bakura in a way that's not really a question.

In a single smooth motion, he draws a card from the deck holder on his belt, holding it with two fingers while he slams the palm of his other hand against its back. "Gemini Elves! Come forth!"

And, with a momentary burst of static light and noise, a pair of elves (http://www.yugioh-cards.net/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/db2/DB2-EN094.jpg) coascele out of nothingness.