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[mithrilhearts]

Razzy Writes: April

April Achievements

🍃 Updated: Kurdu 'abadaz 🍃 Worked on: Bookbinder//Songwriter / Kurdu 'abadaz / Where The Shadows Lie 🍃 17053/17000 words written

May Goals

🍃 16000 word count 🍃 As The Tide Turns - MORE PROGRESS!!! Aiming for another chapter to be written! 🍃 Kurdu 'abadaz - I have been working on writing out the final chapter of this fic (with a handful of others to edit still), and hoping to finish it off! 🍃 Golden Hearts Bleed Faster - I have a few chapters of this fic already written (I need to edit them), but I want to continue staying ahead. Another chapter is all I want this month. 🍃 Outlines - I have two fic outlines I want completely finished before the end of the month. Hooray new stories! 🍃 Literally so much editing to do it's not even funny.

April has been a little hard for me to get beyond most of the goals I've set, but that's okay! I'm FINALLY moving!! We're actually in the thick of it as I post this - so hopefully that will calm down soon, and I'll be back to writing and posting regularly again!

It's going to take me a few weeks to get caught up, I feel, but thank you for all the tag games, messages, asks, etc! I'll do my best to get back to you guys soon, and post some more wonderful fic updates!

Thank you to everyone for your continued support!

[mrprestto]

who wants a wip? not you? Wtf am i supposed to do with this then?

[allpaul]

Morceau Oleander and Cal's (Horrible) "Parents", please

OH BOY ! (<so normal)

Honestly I can't go talking about Oleander without bringing up his part of the Li-Po Backstory Document, but can you really blame me? As much as that doc is so old and should be taken with a grain of salt considering the amount of contradicting information to PN2 it has, it's pretty much all we have in terms of more development for poor Morceau, so I'll take it. It provides loads of much-needed insight into Morry's character. Li-Po Doc truthers where you at!!! Rise up!!!

(^screenshot relevant)

I think it's so so fucked up that the meatgrinder incident happened before Morry could prove himself to his parents. I think hearing that information while being a camp counselor at Whispering Rock, I think that was the straw that broke the camel's back, what caused him to become more cold and to start brewing his master plan. If he can't show his family, he'll show them all.

Which brings him to Cal... Caligosto & Morceau's relationship is so so interesting to me, at least from what little we've seen of it in memory vaults. The doctor *hated* psychics, that much was true, but Morry was (assumedly) a paying client. I believe for that reason Cal is able to set that difference aside, especially after hearing the plans for their project. On the other side, I think Morceau saw Cal as one of the only people who saw him as capable, someone who thought he could do great things. And maybe they could do great things together. [looks at the camera knowing the events of the game] That went well didn't it

After the cruel stunt that he pulls, I think Morry has to regain a lot of trust that the Psychonauts had in him(something he didn't know the organization had to begin with), and that includes Milla & Sasha. Morceau always thought that those two talked down so condescendingly toward him.. but I think only after the fact is when he realizes that they were both always genuine, always believed in him. That truth probably eats him alive night after night. He already had it hard before he stole those kids' brains, now he's just dug himself into a deeper trench, lost more than he had.

I don't think the Psychonauts will let him be a camp counselor again for a while. At least not until Sasha & Milla perform a few mental checkups on him, make sure he's alright. Despite everything, those two still care about him, the time they've spent together still matters to them, and I'm sure it matters to Morceau as well.

(-also as a side-hc I think All Paul was his gay awakening. I think we all know that right?)

Cali's parents are a very interesting case, to say the least. There's so little we know about them it's hard to make assumptions. Nonetheless;

Having such a negative response to their son being psychic, there's some part of me that thinks this isn't the first time this has happened in their family's bloodline. A family with "Loboto" as their last names, after all, might not be just a coincidence. And especially considering the father IS a doctor himself, I wonder what could've set him down that career path. It's food for thought, you know?

We can't really know much about what the mother's profession was, but what I think is that she was an artist of some kind. The tiny replica of the house & the flowers painted on it, the little stitched dolls representing the family? If we're to believe that Cal's entire memory vault in RoR is based on her work that he remembers, he must've had a strong relationship with her before she deemed him an unnatural monster. This could also explain why Cal decides to wear a floral pattern shower cap too. It'd be a little sad to know he might still hold love for his parents who treated him like a monster & lobotomized him because of powers he didn't ask for.

(honestly if anyone could add onto this part that'd be great, I have so much trouble coming up with anything for these guys + I HATE them very much, fuck these "parents")

[raz-b-rose]

Cosplay progress 👀

[spookyabuki]

From within this moment, Benjamin cautions against the view that the reality of the day was an exception and against the amazement expressed by some that it was “still” possible. As long as progress is perceived as the historical norm, as long as the triumphal conception of progress perdures, the erasure of the memories of the oppressed will persist. Nazism is not a relic of a dark past (one that is “still” possible), nor is it the antithesis of the liberal approach, but it is rather a conclusion drawn from the foundation on which secular Western consciousness is built: the concept of progress.

—Amnon Raz-Krakotzkin, from “Benjamin, the Holocaust, and the question of Palestine,” in The Holocaust and the Nakba: A New Grammar of Trauma and History

[grecoromanyaoi]

ok. so. this contains spoilers for the movie gladiator 2 (2024). i will probs add more bc im sure im forgetting smth. tldr - theres not a single historical fact in sight god bless ❤️

- they were so confused abt the message of the movie. they tried to say so much while instantly forgetting everything the moment they said it. oh, u thot this was going to b a movie talking rome as a brutal imperialist force from the pov of colonized ppl? well, it is, for like 10 minutes. n then they forget abt it. rome is good. u thot this was going to b abt slavery n how deeply ingrained it was in roman society? it talks abt that for 5 minutes. marcus aurelius had slaves, they say, then forget abt it after 10 minutes. marcus aurelius was a good man. rome is bad bc its an empire built on slavery n imperialism, we should fix it, n make it a REPUBLIC built on slavery n imperialism.

- ok so hanno is a pheonician name. n he was given that name in numidia. which was an amazigh kingdom. n everyone else around him were aesthetically amazigh??? except for when they were aesthetically west african. im p sure ridley scott still doesnt know where numidia is. (also in the hebrew subtitles they translated hanno into האנו when it should b חנו??? its a semitic name. its חנו like the word חן. whatever. least of my worries.)

- there was a jumble of accents which made immersion in the setting so hard. why did denzel washington n pedro pascal keep american accents while most other ppl had british accents. why did lior raz keep his accent. where is he even supposed to b from.

- ok. i dont like using the word woke in a way that doesnt align w its original meaning. HOWEVER. this movie felt like republicans making fun of progressives n making a movie that was 'gladiator but woke'. they tried so hard to put poc in the story n they talked abt imperialism from the pov of the colonized n characters who were canonly lgbt but also this was all so surface level bc. even the character that was supposed to b the pov of the colonized turned out to b a roman prince n turn around to support rome n the roman army. they still had characters (namely caracalla n geta) b gnc as a way to signal that theyre morally corrupt.

- why were all the rich romans so pale, powdered n sickly looking

- speaking of caracalla n geta. this remains the funniest whitewashing in history. i had to stop myself from bursting out laughing every time they were on screen. look at what theyve done to our beautiful brunettes

- also. twin emperors?????? lmfao. why was geta the prime brother n leader. caracalla was older

- why were all the statues white!!!!!

- why did they make up that random roman figures were gay. why did they made up that lucius verus n caracalla were gay. why did all the men want his gladiussy so bad

- ok last but is actually the most important point. WHERE THE FUCK WAS IULIA DOMNA. (sidenote - they joked abt the incest storyline they made up for the first movie but no mention of the real historical incest rumors abt caracalla fucking his mother??? smh)

[vintagelasvegas]

Moulin Rouge Hotel & Casino

May 1955, opening week. Photo by Loomis Dean.

Timeline, in progress ...

‘54: Las Vegas City Commission approves construction of Moulin Rouge on 3/29/54. Groundbreaking on 7/16/54.

‘55: Opened 5/24/55. Closed 10/10/55 following legal action taken by unions; MR files petition for bankruptcy on 10/19/55.

‘56: Bankruptcy sale, Nov. 27. Lone bid of $470,000 rejected.

‘58: Leo Frey (Leroy Co.) awarded the hotel by court. Frey, “a sizeable investor in the original corporation which owned the hotel and the partnership which operated it” (RJ 11/25/58). Frey denied gaming license, reopens hotel and coffee shop. Other individuals later denied gaming license “because of unsuitable backgrounds of the landlords Leo, Herbert, and Karl Frey” (RJ 3/21/69).

‘85: Joe & Sarann Preddy, Joe Walker lease Club Rouge and the bar. Takes over ownership from Leroy Co. c. 1990, secures liquor and gaming license.

‘92: Moulin Rouge listed on National Register of Historic Places.

‘97: Sold to Bart Maybie.

‘03: Fire destroys much of the property.

‘04: Moulin Rouge Development Corp. buys property; bankruptcy in 2008.

‘09: Olympic Coast Investment takes ownership; another fire; sign donated and moved to Neon Museum; tower demolished in 2010.

‘12: OCI files bankruptcy.

‘17: Fire; last remains of MR and Montemartre Motel demolished.

Photos of Moulin Rouge

“City Threatens Moulin Rouge License Over Ownership Fuss.” Review-Journal, 10/5/55; “Moulin Rouge Re-Financing Sought After Casino is Closed.” Review-Journal, 10/11/55; “No Action Against Spa Licenses.” Review-Journal, 10/20/55; “Couple trades parcel of land to get Moulin Rouge Hotel.” Review Journal, 1/26/90; Earnest N. Bracey. Winter ‘96. The Moulin Rouge Mystique: Blacks and Equal Rights in Las Vegas, Nevada Historical Society Quarterly, Vol. 39, No. 4, p. 272-288; Nicole Raz. “Light Touch Needed.” Review Journal, 8/7/2016. 

[ottosbigtop]

if you have any crumbs to share... about aac raz/lili/bobby dynamic pleeeez ramble to me i want info i'm so into this concept T_T

oh my guy I have so many crumbs for you. These guys have resided in the back of my brain forever but I was usually too embarrassed to say anything about it outside of a couple joke posts. But this is my house so I’m choosing to thrive and frolic.

Also a doodle of the aforementioned three before I enter my tangent :) rambling under the cut

the initial dynamic of these three goes something like

-Lili & Bobby - can’t stand his fake ass. She remembers having to deal with him at whispering rock and clearly is not very good at letting go of grudges from when she was ten. This is, in fact, Bobby’s worst nightmare. He was terrified of working for the psychonauts partially because he didn’t want to run into people he used to know. Surprise! They don’t like each other.

-Raz & Bobby. Raz has the complete opposite problem he literally barely remembers this guy. They interacted for maybe a collective hour one day when he was 10 years old, he only recalls him because Lili clocks him and reminds Raz. Bobby mostly hadn’t thought about him since camp, but did build a little (lot) bit of a resentment after seeing that weird little freak from camp pop up on different True Psychic Tales covers. That on top of Bobby now having to intern under this guy makes their relationship kind of spotty to start, for sure.

-Raz & Lili. Theyre having fun :) After having fun “dating” as real young kids they fall out of touch during their teen years when Raz goes to travel with then circus again to try and reconnect with his family (whole other can of worms for him.) They meet back up during the late teen years and sort of pick up right where they left off, dating off and on for a bit and “officially” dating long term for a little over a year now.

Both their relationships with Bobby evolve over time, naturally. Bobby and Raz have a whooole fucking thing that isn’t fully conceptualized and Is way too long a concept for me to share but their intern/mentor relationship does help them learn to get along with each other. And of course them getting along means Lili having to deal with being around Bobby more often and so it begins.

The whole ~ feelings ~ aspect mostly starts with her and Bobby I think, funnily enough. They hate each other, they want each other dead so bad, but eventually they have to learn to get along for Raz’s sake if nothing else. So they learn! Try to, at least. They’re both really bad at it.

but the “i hate you i want you dead” manages to evolve into that more friendly insulting banter some people have. “I hate you i want you dead” (complimentary.) It gives Raz a headache because it takes him a while to process that they’re usually joking when they’re arguing with each other now.

Lili doesn’t like when she starts to have Feelings about that shitty little freak (tm.) I think she’s somewhere on the Aro spectrum and when Raz wasn’t around she really never. Felt any sort of desire for romance with anyone else. Girl just kind of forgot about it for a bit until he showed up again. Which caused a lot of emotions. And then got used to that until Bobby is introduced into the equation and slowly she starts to feel things toward him that aren’t Rage and Disgust. Which causes a lot of emotions.

Raz I think is entirely oblivious of having any feelings toward him for the longest time. While Lili is a slow “oh god oh fuck” buildup, he’s just really happy he and Bobby are getting along at all that any sort of progress in affection toward him just feels like another big win for friendship. I think it hits him all at once late at night on a random Tuesday and he just sits up in bed and stares at a wall about it.

The whole Raz and Lili communicating abt the concept of polyamory would make this insane post already twice as long and it’s not a part of it all I’ve thought about anyways so we’re going to shelve it for now. But once they do reach the conclusion that they saw this guy from across the bar and they liked his vibe, they both proceed to trip over their own feet for the next however many weeks.

You see, “woman who does not process her emotions” and “guy who needs a twelve step plan for everything” is a prime combination for two people who are pulling some mad scientist shit to try and talk to this guy rather than just inviting him out to eat sometimes. And Bobby is convinced for a little bit that they’re planning to dissect his brain or something because they keep doing that ^

On Bobby’s side of this whole equation the evolution is just his own little torment nexus for a few months.

he initially discovers he’s got a thing for Lili after they start getting along more and it sucks for him. He enjoys their flirty little threats of violence but he’s also close with Raz at this point so I think it just kind of makes him feel . Gross . Like man am I flirting with my friend’s girlfriend I think I am. Oh he’s probably going to hate me. Help.

and that concern for Raz is also a guy in the back of his brain knocking on a door very loudly trying to tell him he’s bisexual but he’s not quite arrived at that conclusion. Give him a few more missions where Raz grabs him while he’s falling to his death and he’ll get there probably.

there’s so many words. These are so many words. I’ll be honest the wacky schenanigans of the “before relationship” era are so funny to me that I’ve not really had any conceptual ideas for them getting into + Being In a Relationship yet. But I hope that you like this at least! This insanely long ass post goes out to you and the one other guy who’s a fan of these three (hi)

[dammarchy211]

Redid Cheri’s character ref bc the old one was. More than a year old! Oops!

She also have a (extremely unfinished) toyhouse page! read it in all of its work in progress glory !

For those new to her, I am a staunch believer of the junior agents still needing mentors post graduating the intern program, and with raz being left without one after psychonauts 2, he is assigned to Cher!

[mithrilhearts]

Razzy Writes: March

Haven't done one of these in quite a while, huh? Or really been active on here. Well, now it's time to break away from that silence with an update from March!

Yet again, we're changing the format of this little update system :)

March Achievements

🍃 Updated: Kurdu 'abadaz 🍃 Released: Golden Hearts Bleed Faster 🍃 Worked on: As The Tide Turns / Kurdu 'abadaz / Led Only By The Stars / Where The Shadows Lie 🍃 23151/19000 words written

April Goals

🍃 17000 word count 🍃 Bookbinder//Songwriter - I am hoping to get two more chapters of this fic written this month. Chapter 14 is already in progress! 🍃 Fandom Trumps Hate - A surprise fic for @elvain from the FTH event! I am hoping to have this fic completely outlined by the end of the month. 🍃 Where The Shadows Lie - Finish writing and editing the next chapter, also to release this month - April! 🍃 Literally so much editing to do it's not even funny.

These past few weeks have been insanely weird for me socially/emotionally, so I apologize for my absence, and lack of fic updates yet. I have a lot of editing to do, and will work on that very soon! I'm also in the process of moving, so it's been A Time™️.

Also, thank you for the insane amount of positivity vibe games that are currently in my inbox and the various tag games! I'll try to answer some of those also soon, I'm just going to be playing catch up for a bit <3

Thank you to everyone for your continued support!

[muffinrecord]

Ooo all this stored info is great!

But my previous ask was about the english archive app, the thing they left behind after the english magia record eos'd. Do you have anything on that?

OH

I'm sorry aaaugh

Uhhh Honestly I do not. The archive app was very buggy. It's been a while so others can correct me if I'm wrong, but if you had too many characters then it didn't record any of your account's progress.

Oh! Actually I found one screenshot I took. Here:

The images never showed and if you tried to watch the transformation video, it just gave you Tsuruno's. Needless to say, I was pretty disgusted by how useless it was and deleted it pretty quickly.

Thinking back on it, I'm thinking that the archive app at the end for NA was made by maybe one or two people who were probably overworked/underpaid trying to deliver a product that ultimately didn't work. I'm thankful that the development of the archive app gave us another month before NA's EOS though, because it gave me more time to record things.

However, for the upcoming JP Archive, we do have some select information. And it looks like it's going to be different than the one for NA.

There was a big livestream earlier this month that combined Magia Record news with Exedra news. I made a post that just copy+pasted Raz's thorough summary from discord: you can check out the link here.

It looks like you'll be able to see what girls you had along with progress on them (how many slots, magia, doppel). It doesn't look like you can look at card art, but you can see their sprites?

NA looked like a modified version of the archive, while this looks like you can see the girls in the character screen.

From the earlier Exedra stream summary, we also know that we'll be able to see:

Your Magical Girl info screen, from which you can view all of your Magical Girls and their levels/Memo Slots/Magia Levels/Transformations, etc.

Your info archive, which shows off the information of all the Magical Girls, Memoria, Doppels, Witches, and Uwasa that you have encountered during you Magia Record career.

So it combines the Archive with the Magical Girl Info screen?

The last thing I want to say is that the NA Archive sucked, but that's because I think we weren't going to get one in the first place-- it's been a while so my memory might be wrong on that. It was sort of thrown together at the end to placate angry players.

I don't think that JP is going to be as buggy and messed up as NA was. It still sucks that we won't be able to view events in the archive but it appears that the version we're getting is more comprehensive. Additionally, just based on the way the game is going out at the end, I feel like the devs do care about the player experience. Some things are very slow at getting fixed-- for example, the issue with Kimochi capped numbers-- but they were eventually fixed. This is for a game that is going to EOS in less than ten days. They didn't have to jam a bunch of cool events for two-ish months (THAT BRING THEM NO MONEY) but they did, and I think it's because-- despite all the flaws and the predatory nature of gacha games-- the devs do care about its players.

Maybe. I dunno. Probably?

My point being, I am tentatively hopeful that the upcoming EOS archive app will be far more useful than the NA one and much less buggy.

I hope this helps? I apologize that I didn't have a video or screenshot for you more than that one. I think I remember people posting images on the subreddit, if that helps with giving a direction to look for.

[iamblue15]

Mystery Gems: Backgrounds

They all started out as off-colors. Either discontinued, rejected, or rebel gems who defied the Gem Empire.

Dipper and Mabel were rejected for being too small and weak compared to other authoritarian agates (With Mabel deemed as too "senseless and absurd"). They managed to escape from being scraped (broken then harvested) and traveled to Earth by working together and over time grew as siblings, having the freedom to be themselves do what they want to do (and act how they want to act in Mabel's case).

Raz was part of an elite squad of gem soldiers who were the most qualified to fight opposing threats to the empire because of his vast physical and special abilities. He used to be quite sheltered and had such great admiration for the empire's power and influence across the galaxy until when he arrived on a few planets vibrant with life that he realized how much ruin and destruction they brought upon them and their creatures. This leads him to revolt against his superiors and regrettably his fellow soldiers like the Crystal Gems and eventually find a new squad (and family) to fight alongside with.

Lili is from a line of gems responsible for the clearing of wooded areas and dense forestation to make way for new temples and colonies. She was among the few hesitant Dragon's Bloods because she had qualms about using her power of flame to clear out brush the overall plant life. She would revolt if she could if she didn't have the looming threat of being shattered for doing so. This regret grew with each new planet to colonize. It wasn't until she came face to face with Raz who like her also doesn't wish to exterminate all life on the planet. This finally got Lili to stand up and go against her superiors. Now all she wants is to protect and nurture the the flora and vegetation of Earth and other planets with the gem that can make that reality possible.

A Sodalite's job was finding either water for Lapis Lazuli's to use for terraforming or minerals and resources for constructing temples or gem reproduction using their special dowsing ability. But Coraline wanted more than to be a walking and flying detector and explore her surroundings without being on an upper gem's watch. Unfortunately, with the rise of gem technology's progress in finding resources that surpassed that of Sodalites, they were deemed no longer necessary and were to be discontinued by shattering and harvesting. Coraline narrowly escaped and managed to catch a ride on a warp pad alongside another gem she recused from almost being discontinued. Now she's finally free to live her own life and has a whole team to explore the galaxy with.

Lodestones were also one of the discontinued gem lines along with sodalites. They were used to attract and collect various metals for the empire's "genius" machines and technology, only for said technology to attract and collect metals more efficiently. Just as Wybie was about to be finished, he was grabbed by a lone runaway sodalite. Thanks to her water wings and his magnetism, they barely managed to take warp pad light years away from the colony. He's stuck by the sodalite's side ever since then. Through the years they ventured out into the galaxy, exploring planets one by one. Though he's gained an interest in hunting for various insects and other small creatures, he still feels like these planets lack something, but he wasn't sure until they settled on Earth. This planet was a treasure trove of metals and discarded machines and it was then he finally found what he'd been searching for: Collecting human scrap to make his own inventions. There's just something about human machines, transportation, and devices that draws him to them, they're unique and different from gem technology and now he has the freedom to make his own.

Norman was from a canceled line of Era 2 prehnite gems that didn't meet Homeworld's expectations for innovative colonization. The golems he animates with his electricity didn't match up to gems more efficient in heavy physical labor, not to mention they just looked crude and ugly. To see their faces go from fascinated to disappointed really did a number on Norman's sense of purpose and he became anxious about the possibility of being scraped. A certain amber guard would secretly come into the testing lab to provide security (and company) for Norman. When his cancellation became official, the amber convinced him to make their escape and leave homeworld. They both luckily find a ship and sneak aboard using Norman's invisibility. Once he settled on Earth, he took a lost interest in human horror movies (especially classic zombie flicks).

Ambers take the position of security guards thanks to their malleable, hardening bodies. They also probably the most chummy kinds of gem due to their sociable nature. One amber, Neil takes an interest in one gem being evaluated for the next Era 2 production. He just couldn't leave him in that lab, lamenting his existence. His many visits eventually got the prehnite to warm up to him and even accept his help in escaping the lab to avoid being discarded. To this day Neil is still determined to always be by his side, believing he's special and "awesome" with his powers and himself as a gem.

[soullessbullshit]

Who is your favorite NPC in the whole game? 👀

As much as I suck at picking favorites, I'd probably say Raz. I'm a sucker for deeply flawed characters with a heart of gold (no shit, y'all've seen the work I've put into Cassian), and for all the issues I have with the game's writing and use of the characters, Raz is one who always seems to give us something new and interesting whenever he shows up.

There's a lot of background given to him bit by bit to imply why he is the person he is, and I like that he's one of the few characters whose underlying issues play into, but don't necessarily revolve around any of the game's overarching plot points beyond the role he plays in the setting, which allows him to meld so well into as many questlines as he has.

Even with the game's quests being laid out so that they can be completed in any order, Raz actually gives a sense of overarching progression from the beginning of the Dominion storyline through the various DLCs in which he's been featured (and even further before then via the Merryvale questline), which doesn't feel shoehorned or diluted by the relative disconnect from one zone to the other.

He winds up providing one of the game's most distinct impressions of a person who has a life and motivations outside serving as a set piece for the player character's objectives, which is one of my biggest disconnects from a lot of the NPCs in the game.

There are absolutely other characters who have similar senses of character growth across arcs and zones (Naryu, the entire world's beloved), but Raz has the benefit of being a prominent figure throughout the entirety of a faction storyline and multiple DLCs.

I've had the most time to get attached to him, and the fact that the Dominion storyline was my introduction to the game itself simply adds a nostalgia factor that the others don't. When I think "ESO character," the first character that comes to my mind, nine times out of ten, is Razum-dar.

He's the character I get most psyched to dive into every time he pops up on screen, he's the character I get most upset at the lack of overt focus the game usually allots individual NPCs, and he's the character I get most desperate to shake around in a terrarium to see what happens.

Honorable mentions go to Naryu Virian, Veya Releth, Queen Ayrenn, Verandis Ravenwatch, and Sai Sahan.

[vsm4k]

i've rise from hell

after eid mubarak meeting many relatives chatting n stuff, it's not hell but school is.

I'm using my main oc into yassifying mk cuz I ran out idea but why not. Creating another ocs is a big responsibility to remember these gremlins so im not gonna force my brain to forget sometime cuz I'm VERY dyslexic.

Raz (razael for short) had been my first main oc for half a year since I was like what..uhh maybe 2021..? whatever, his origin are incomplete cuz me n my sister r sharing ocs together like rivals but she still working on our stories, it's dysfunctional family tree lore that she's making of but vampire, hybrid n stuff like that. (Like castlevania biblically accurate even tho I never watch it before). The origin raz (modern day), he's just an old immortal guy but billionaire bs man and role model, has been living for millennium n pretty much his life really sucks ass after been through a lot, dealing his half vampire n half demon genes (insta ahh oc) and problematic family.

Now in mk1 version, he is like younger version of him. However, his origin (AGAIN forgot to mention) is just genocidal maniac, taking the demonic role n abandoned his vampire role being. Back to mk version, this raz is different. He is caring, quirky, less energetic, and a dumbass. Aside his personality, he's an assassin n we'll get into that later. (Maybe not idk) Him being hybrid r half demon n now a half dragon. His backstory not too sure and still work in progress. Anyway here they are

I thinks that enough for me to write shi I'm being completely brainless rn (and yes, rivalry accurate)

[bcdrawsandwrites]

[ID: A Psychonauts fic cover. The cover depicts Sasha’s Shooting Gallery with one of the bootleg tiffany lamps being blown up by a purple psi-blast. The shade of the lamp is split into two large chunks, with the left one featuring a subtle, stylized Loboto, and the right one featuring a subtle, stylized Sasha. The title, “Having a PSI-BLAST!” is shown with “Having a” just above the lamp and “PSI-BLAST!” between the two split parts of the shade. /end ID]

Fandom: Psychonauts

Rating: T

Genre: Humor, Hurt/Comfort (a weird mix of both)

Characters: Sasha Nein, Caligosto Loboto (and Raz and Milla very briefly)

Warnings: PTSD, panic attacks, (SPOILERS: mentions of torture)

Description: After tracking Loboto’s progress with re-learning his repressed psychic powers, Sasha decides that it’s time for him to learn psi-blast. He begins his lesson as usual, but things quickly start going off-course... for more reasons than one might expect.

Beta Readers: @jaywings and @of-science-and-stars

Notes: This takes place after Psychics Ruin Everything, but if you haven’t read that, then just know Raz has helped Loboto re-gain his psychic powers post-Psychonauts 2 and the Psychonauts are teaching him how to use them safely.

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Outwardly, Sasha was in his office, straightening books on the shelves, putting away a few he'd been studying, and using practiced telekinesis to sweep the dust off of his table and into a trash bin. Inwardly, he was reviewing his notes, even though this was a lesson he'd given a dozen times or so. Though this would be his first time (in a while, anyway) giving the lesson to someone... closer to his age.

Or someone who had once been a detainee at headquarters.

...Or someone who had kidnapped him twice.

He paused, sighing. No, this wasn't how he should be thinking of his pupil. After all, Raz and Morry had left detailed notes about their experiences in Caligosto's mindscape, making it clear that he had, indeed, changed for the better. It wasn't all that different from how he, Milla, and Ford had examined Morry's mind several weeks ago. They'd helped Morry, and now it was time to continue helping Loboto.

It had taken a bit more convincing than he would have liked; Loboto had been hesitant to enter his lab again, for reasons he couldn't fully understand. It wasn't as though he'd tortured him, though some of the devices he'd used could be a tad... uncomfortable. Regardless, the situation with Maligula had been resolved and there was no reason to interrogate him further.

Razputin had vouched for him, though, assuring Caligosto that Sasha was an excellent teacher and that psi-blast was a useful technique.

Indeed, it was. It had gotten Sasha out of a fair number of dangerous situations. Not to mention its therapeutic qualities.

The door to his lab slid open, and Sasha gave a quiet hum, stepping out of his office to glance down the hall. To his surprise, Caligosto was there alone, peering into the lab while gripping the edge of the doorway.

"You can come in, Caligosto," he said with a calm nod.

Loboto stayed put. "You're not going to psychically drug me and set me on an exam table, are you?"

"That would be counterintuitive, so, no."

With an uncertain grumble, Loboto crept into the lab, his loupes darting around as though he were expecting some kind of trap. Sasha waited for Raz to follow him in, but the door slid shut behind him.

"Is Razputin not coming?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, he got called away," Caligosto said, his face scrunching up as though he'd just tasted something sour.

"Very well. We can conduct the lesson without him." With a wave of his hand, he urged his new student to follow him further into the lab. He'd moved the exam table and most of the monitors off to the side, so there was a decent amount of empty space to stand in. Sensing Loboto's hesitation, however, he glanced back at him again. "How has your training been going so far?"

"Uh..." Loboto shifted uneasily where he stood. "Fine? The army man ran me through his silly little obstacle course, and Raz is helping me with telekinesis."

"And levitation?"

Caligosto froze. "Fine," he said quickly, his mouth screwing up.

Sasha gave a short hum. In truth, he had been actively tracking Loboto's progress. Morry was required to report back to him, Raz was always excited to discuss whatever work he was doing, and he and Milla were in constant contact.

It was how he'd learned that Loboto had been making very little progress with his levitation training, and why Sasha had decided to go forward with the current lesson.

Nodding again at his student, Sasha walked to the center of the lab, then paused. Milla, Loboto and I are going to proceed with the psi-blast lesson.

Oh! I forgot that was today. I'm just heading in for my weekly meditation in psychoisolation.

It's not a problem. I'll fill you in afterward.

I look forward to it, darling!

Hearing the clanking of boot heels against the metal floor, Sasha turned to face Loboto again. "If you're ready, we can proceed."

Once again, he hesitated. "What if I'm not?"

"Is there anything in particular holding you back?" Sasha asked.

Loboto didn't answer, his loupes now scanning the floor beneath him.

As the shower cap Loboto insisted on wearing made it impossible to read his mind, Sasha couldn't pick up on the exact reason for his hesitation, but if he had to guess... "We could wait for Agent Aquato if you wish."

Immediately Loboto perked up, only to glance away, crossing his arms. "Well it's not really necessary..."

"It's not a problem. Give me a moment." With that, Sasha placed a hand on his temple and reached out, managing to locate Razputin in Hollis's office. Agent Aquato, are you there?

Uh, yeah, kinda busy right now, Sasha. Is everything okay?

Caligosto was wishing to wait for you before we proceed with the lesson.

Oh! Yeah, I can— There was a short pause. ...Wait, no, Hollis just handed me more paperwork. Aw man, are these double-sided?! Who the heck—

I see. I'll attempt to sort things out, but if not, we can reschedule. Removing his hand from his temple, he looked back at his student, who was turned away, though his loupes were turned back to focus on him. "Well, it seems Agent Aquato is going to be preoccupied for a sizeable length of time. As such, we might have to reschedule."

"Oh, that's too bad," Loboto replied in a droning voice, striding toward the door. "I was really looking forward to that!"

"Yes, it's a shame," Sasha replied, lighting a cigarette with pyrokinesis and TKing it to his lips. "Turning your negative emotions into firepower is a useful and enjoyable skill, but I'm sure I can slot you in again in another week or so."

Caligosto froze, and Sasha allowed himself a small hint of a smile.

"Indeed, this is a skill that has saved both Razputin and I on many occasions. But if we have to wait, then that's how it is."

"Hhhghhh...!" Caligosto spun around, pointing an accusing claw at Sasha. "Don't you try that psychic-psychology-psychononsense on me! It won't work!"

Sasha shrugged, TKing his cigarette away for a moment and breathing out the smoke. "I wasn't trying anything. Merely stating that the power was useful, but it's understandable that you'd want to wait to learn it. Which is clearly your preference."

"Hey, I never said that!"

"So you wish to proceed with the lesson?"

Caligosto stared at him, yellow teeth bared, before he tossed his arms up in the air. "Yes! Fine! Okay!" Growling, he stormed back to the center of the lab. "Let's see if your silly power is as useful as you say."

Sasha didn't hide his smile this time. "Excellent. Now that you're ready, we can proceed." With that, he put out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray, and gently TK'd his Psycho-Portal onto his forehead before tapping the door.

Caligosto's mouth wobbled nervously, but he steeled himself right before his astral projection was yanked from his body and into Sasha's mind.

—-~~~—-

The welcoming calmness of the shooting gallery sprawled out before them, with all of its predictable, purposeful patterns and simple colors, not a single mental object out of place, and no distracting sights or sounds or—

"Hello? HellooOOOOOO!"

Sasha grimaced as his student cupped his hands around his mouth and called out into space. "Yes, Caligosto, I'm right here." Nodding out at his mental world, he prepared to start his usual lecture. "Welcome to—"

"I was tryin' to see if my voice would echo," Caligosto replied, looking back at him. "Seems empty enough."

Strolling across the surface of the cube, he attempted to roll with Loboto's interruption as he had Raz's comment back when he’d taught the young agent. "There's more here than meets—"

"I guess you don't have much in the way of thoughts, then," Caligosto went on with a smirk. "Perhaps they leaked out from using your silly psychic powers too much?"

Sasha resisted the urge to unfold an entire face of the cube to prove him wrong. Instead he stared him down silently, a technique that worked to quiet down rowdy children who refused to pay attention to his lectures—or was supposed to. Loboto stared back, keeping his defiant grin, but it slowly faded as he seemed to realize Sasha wasn't going to put up with his nonsense. Once he was sure his student was going to cooperate, Sasha continued toward a specific section of the cube face.

"As I was saying, there's more here than meets the eye. But I've learned to keep it under strict control..." And he spun around to face Loboto, who had been following awkwardly behind him. "Which is what I'm here to teach you: control."

Caligosto froze, his loupes twitching as they looked him up and down. "Control?" he repeated, his brow slowly furrowing and claw clenching. "You tricked me! You said you were gonna teach me how to blast things with my brain!"

Taking a half-step back, Sasha raised a brow. "It's necessary to learn in order to achieve that skill."

"Oh, sure it is! You guys are alllll about mind control, aren't you? Keeping people under your thumb, making sure you've got people wrapped around your scrawny psychic fingers—"

Sasha heaved a sigh; he should've seen this coming. "No, Caligosto. Mind control is an entirely different subject, and one frowned upon here, aside from in the most desperate circumstances." He shook his head. "The sort of control I'm talking about is self-control."

Loboto crossed his arms. "I've heard that before, Dad," he spat, sticking his tongue out between his teeth.

He could feel a headache coming on, but a thought crossed his mind. "Actually, it's good that you're feeling this anger right now."

That seemed to catch Caligosto off-guard, and he reeled back. "Wh-what?"

"It will be useful for the purposes of this lesson. I was about to ask you to gather your anger together—as well as other negative emotions, such as fear—and you have already accomplished this." He gave his student a smile. "Well done, Caligosto."

Loboto's mouth was now hanging open, his head tipping to one side. "...Huh?" he said, the utterance sounding vaguely like a dazed goose.

"Hang onto that anger—it will be useful for later."

"Oh...kay..." Caligosto looked away, scratching his head just beneath his shower cap. His loupes were now looking down at the floor, as though searching for something he'd lost.

"In order to learn this technique, we must control those negative emotions, concentrate them, and release them... as firepower." Sasha paused briefly to glance back at Caligosto, who was for once focusing on him. But upon realizing he was being observed, his student snapped his head in another direction, as though suddenly very interested in the faint neon patterns in the distance. No matter; few students could resist his illustration. "Say something disgusting appears before you, so terrible and repulsive that it simply must die."

Just as Sasha prepared to step on the hidden button, Caligosto blurted out: "Like a terrible criminal defense attorney?"

Sasha paused. "No, Caligosto. Killing people is frowned upon here."

"Hmph!" Loboto crossed his arms, his fingers tapping irritably against his prosthesis.

"I had been thinking something more along the lines of..." Sasha pressed his foot down on the floor, activating a triangular button. A distance off, a circular panel opened, and the embodiment of all things tacky and awful shot up out of the cube: a bootleg Tiffany lamp. With an only slightly exaggerated step back, he shielded his face with his arm. "Agh."

"Oh, my dad had one of those in his office," Loboto remarked absently.

"It's too tacky and disgusting to even set eyes upon... but,"—he drew his arm away from his face—"I can use those feelings of disgust to my advantage. I control them, focus them..." With exaggerated motions he moved his right hand to his temple. "Concentrate, and... release!"

A blue bolt of psychic energy fired from his forehead and directly at the lamp before him, shattering it.

"And the world is a better place," he finished, flipping his hair back and turning to face his student. But instead of finding him in awe of the power on display, he found him with his arms still crossed, his head tipped to one side and brow furrowed.

"I could do that."

"Very well." With another stomp of his foot, Sasha activated the mechanism beneath them, which released another lamp. "Give it a try, Cali—"

Before he could finish talking, Caligosto stormed up to the lamp, and, with one swift kick, shattered it. "There!" He looked back at Sasha, his hands on his hips. "See?"

...Right. He should have seen that coming. "Well, you did indeed destroy that poorly-constructed monstrosity, but your methods are... not quite what I had in mind."

"Guess you need to try thinking outside the box, then, celery-man!"

He elected to ignore that comment, instead summoning another lamp. "Let's try this agai—"

SMASH.

Loboto stood with his heel planted where the lamp had been standing, his mismatched loupes staring directly into Sasha's glasses.

Sasha stared right back, keeping his mounting frustration from showing on his face. "...Have you forgotten, Caligosto, what lesson you are here to learn?"

"No, but apparently you psychics forget that you can break a lamp with something other than silly psychic powers!" his student retorted.

"The lamp is merely a target for you to practice your psi-blast on." He pressed down on the button once again. "Now, if you—"

SMASH.

The fragments of the mental object faded behind Loboto, whose eyes never left Sasha.

In turn, Sasha continued to stare back, this time saying nothing as he produced yet another lamp, which Loboto then kicked up into the air, never looking away even as it smashed against the floor. Another lamp was summoned and subsequently smashed, this time with Loboto's opposite leg. Not wasting a beat, Sasha stomped the button repeatedly, and his student smashed each lamp the second they appeared, even when he had them summoned to slightly different locations. Loboto was practically dancing—no, he was dancing, every few steps punctuated with the smash of a newly-summoned mental bootleg. All the while, his gaze never left Sasha, at least partially (one loupe occasionally twitching off to the side to ascertain the position of the next target).

Ridiculous. This was absolutely ridiculous. He'd taught multiple students previously, the majority of them much younger than Loboto. There was no reason he couldn't keep this under control—

Control. That was it.

He ceased stomping on the button, watching Loboto all the while. While his student continued to stare back defiantly, Sasha did not miss the brief look of consternation on his face. With an exaggerated motion he raised up his leg, meanwhile gathering his frustration together in his mind, compressing it and subtly lifting his hand toward his temple.

Loboto noticed the movement of his leg, and when Sasha stomped on the button, he grinned.

But instead of the lamp appearing within Loboto's reach, it jumped up at the far edge of the cube. Before Loboto had time to react, Sasha released his psi-blast, shattering the target before his pupil had time to react.

"Wh—hey!" Caligosto cried, whirling around to stare at the smoldering patch on the floor. "I thought I was supposed to break that!"

"Indeed you were," Sasha replied, relaxing his shoulders. "But there will be moments, much like that one, during which time is of the essence, or when you cannot get close to your target, and thus must attack from a distance." He eased his foot onto the button again, bringing up another lamp a distance off from Loboto. "Shall we try again?"

Loboto glared at the target. "Pshhbbttt... fine!" Gritting his teeth, he put his claw toward his temple, hunching down slightly.

Approaching his student, Sasha went on, "Remember, focus on your anger, concentrate..."

"It'd be a lot easier to do that without you yammerin' at me," Caligosto spat, brow furrowing as he focused on the lamp. His loupes glowed brighter, his claw shook, and with a low growl that escalated into a shout, he released a purple blast of psychic energy. Rather than taking the form of a beam, however, it scattered erratically in front of him, and Loboto staggered back from the force of it.

Finally they were getting somewhere. "Well done, Caligosto! That was a good attempt." Stepping up to the lamp, Sasha noticed the fading scorch marks where the bolts of energy had hit the floor, barely missing their target. "You've figured out the release, which is a good start, but you still lack control." He turned to face his pupil once more. "Fortunately that is what we—"

He paused.

Loboto was hunched forward, his eyes tipped downward, his left hand pressed against his forehead. His breathing was slow and heavy, as though he'd just run for some distance.

"Are you all right?" Sasha asked, his tone immediately softening. He'd taught a number of his students and seen a variety of reactions to a first psi-blast attempt, but they had always been positive. It was a release of negative energy, after all, and typically led to elation, aside from when one was in combat, of course. For a moment he pondered what had happened here when it struck him that Raz, Morry, and Milla had all reported that Caligosto seemed to get headaches from use of his psychic powers. "Are you in pain?"

"What?" Finally Caligosto looked up, brow furrowed in consternation. "No! I mean, yes, that recoil is terrible. But that's not..." He trailed off into confused, lilted mumbling, his eyes searching the floor.

Sasha opened his mouth to point out that psi-blasts didn't have recoil, but he stopped himself; that didn't appear to be the part that was bothering his pupil. Frowning, he stepped closer. "What seems to be the problem?"

Caligosto massaged his forehead. "That felt... sorta..." He hesitated, mumbling again for a moment before speaking up, "...familiar...?"

"Familiar?" Lowering his head, Sasha put a hand to his chin. "You would have had to use it before, then, but psi-blast typically must be taught." He tipped his head back, regarding the glowing patterns decorating the sky of his world. "Of course, there are rare cases in which a psychic can use it before they are properly taught, such as when they are born with a proficiency in it—again, a rarity—or... well." Turning away, he frowned. "...During moments of serious danger, when the mind is at a heightened point of distress. Fear and other negative emotions will typically be in abundance, then, and the mind may then act accordingly in order to protect itself, even if the user is unaware of what they are doing."

Not a particularly pleasant situation to think upon.

"But unless you fit one of those rare criteria," he went on, facing his student again, "I don't think you—"

Caligosto's knees were buckled and shaking, both of his hands tugging at the edges of his shower cap, his eyes dim and staring at nothing. His face had gone a few shades paler, and his chest was heaving rapidly.

Oh.

Heart hammering in his chest, Sasha hurried up to his side. "Caligosto, can you hear me?"

In response, Caligosto's breathing quickened in pace.

Scheiße.

Putting a hand to his own temple, Sasha reached out. Milla, I need your help. Caligosto is—

The message slammed against a barrier before it even finished sending.

Right, she'd gone to the psychoisolation chamber for meditation and probably wouldn't be out for another hour or two. Meanwhile, Caligosto had sunk lower, still breathing rapidly, and part of Sasha was glad that he wasn't in his student's mind—though perhaps fighting a Panic Attack would be easier than dealing with one the usual way.

Staring down at him, he ran through the options in his mind. His first thought was to pull out his tin of smelling salts and get Caligosto out of here, but exiting the mind that way tended to be jarring enough as it was, and that could potentially make the issue worse. He could contact Raz, but he was still likely busy, and asking a child for help when a grown man was having a panic attack did not sit right with him.

But how on earth was he supposed to deal with it, then?

By this point Caligosto was seated on the floor, curled up on himself, his body trembling and his breathing not showing any signs of slowing.

Massaging his forehead, Sasha considered a few more options. Smoking typically helped him when he was stressed, but Caligosto likely wasn't in any frame of mind to accept a cigarette, even a mental one that bypassed the negative physical effects. They were nice to have in his—

Sasha raised his head, his eyes widening. There was no guarantee it would work, but... he stooped down to his student's side. "Caligosto, I'm going to move you to a safe location." It wasn't entirely a lie—he had been holding back his personal Censors from this area for the time being, but they never appeared in the other location at all, and perhaps letting his student know that he would be in a safer place would help put his mind at ease. "Hold on."

Lifting Caligosto into a gentle TK grip, Sasha opened a hidden door in mid-air, which bathed the two of them in a bright orange light. He stepped through the opening, easing Caligosto in behind him before TKing the door shut. His student seemed unaffected thus far, still breathing heavily as he was held off the ground, and Sasha looked around the room as he debated where to place him.

In sharp contrast to the rest of his immaculate mind, this room featured much brighter colors, with bright orange walls against a plush carpet with patterns that had been out of style for several years now. A coffee table with a number of speculative fiction novels (as well as, he noticed, a few comic books—those were new) and a few ash trays sat between a couple armchairs, the right-hand one sporting a large plush rabbit, while a distance off hovered a screen and VHS player that wouldn't have looked out of place in the workshop across the quarry. Green potted plants decorated the corners of the room, while pictures of distant cities (and a single framed picture of bacon) adorned the walls. A small table off to one side featured an old photograph next to an actual Tiffany lamp.

Nodding, Sasha sat in one of the chairs, and deposited Caligosto into the other chair, settling him next to the plush rabbit.

Immediately Loboto jolted back to life, letting out a wild gasp and gripping both arms of the chair. His loupes swiveled around to take in the room. He was still breathing heavily, but he was aware of his surroundings, so that was an improvement. "Wh... wh..."

"Relax," Sasha said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs. "Try to slow your breathing. You're still in my mind, and you're perfectly safe here in this room."

Caligosto was still trembling, but he did as instructed, drawing in a deep breath and letting it out. His grip on the sides of the chair loosened, and he started to draw his arms closer to himself, leaving Sasha concerned that he would curl up on himself again. But the second Caligosto's hand touched the plush rabbit at his side, he picked it up and wrapped himself around it, hugging it to his chest and burying his face into it.

Not the reaction Sasha had expected, but the plush toy was aiding remarkably in calming his student; he would have to thank Morry later for inspiring it.

While he waited for Caligosto to calm down, he TK'd over one of the paperback books on the table, absently retrieving a cigarette and lighting it. After a few moments, he heard Caligosto's shaky voice:

"Th-this is... a strange therapy session."

Looking up, he found Caligosto staring back at him in confusion, and Sasha raised the rim of one side of his glasses. "It's not a therapy session. We were in the middle of a psi-blast training lesson."

"...Were we?" Loboto's brows furrowed, his loupes twitching left and right. "Oh. ...Did I... learn it?"

"No. You had a panic attack."

Caligosto's eyes searched the middle distance for a moment before the memory dawned upon him again. His brows raised, his face growing pale, and he abruptly wrapped himself around the plush rabbit once more.

Sighing, Sasha returned to his book, his eyes skimming the pages of a novel that was even more worn-out in its original physical form. It was another few minutes before Caligosto spoke up again:

"You're not asking me anything."

"No." TKing the book away, he glanced back at Loboto, who was eyeing him from behind the plush rabbit, his loupes poking out between the toy's floppy ears. "Do you want me to?"

Caligosto's lights went a shade dimmer as his loupes flicked off to the right. One loupe knocked against the ear of the plush rabbit and retracted slightly like a snail's eye.

"Then I won't." Sasha took a drag from his cigarette, letting it out through his nose. "If you feel calm enough, we can resume the lesson."

Caligosto ducked behind the plush again, one hand tugging on his cap as he muttered to himself.

"Then we'll wait a bit longer. Take your time."

They resumed sitting in relative silence, other than Loboto's intermittent, incoherent muttering. After another few minutes had passed, Loboto mumbled something louder and a bit clearer: "H-he made it come back."

"Hm?" Sasha TK'd his cigarette butt over to one of the ashtrays. "Who made what come back?"

Caligosto hesitated. "...Raz."

Raising a brow, Sasha sat up straighter in his chair. During the few weeks Loboto had been training, he'd never heard him say anything negative against Razputin. "Is this related to when Agent Aquato entered your mind?"

His grip around the plush rabbit tightened. "I buried it," he choked out. "I didn't want to remember it."

Ah, a memory vault. That would explain it. "Is that what caused your... episode?"

Caligosto did not answer, and his breathing grew quicker.

Sasha scooted forward in his chair. "Caligosto, you do not need to speak about this if it is causing you distress."

"Doesn't—" he croaked out between gasps. "Doesn't matter—still there—"

Sighing, Sasha retrieved another cigarette and TK'd it out toward Caligosto.

Glancing out from behind the plush rabbit, Loboto spotted the offering and reeled back, brow furrowed and tongue stuck out between his teeth. "What?! Egh!" he cried, batting it out of the air like a gnat. "Do you know how bad those are for your teeth?"

Without looking away from his student, Sasha dismissed the discarded mental object and bit back the urge to inform him that "no thank you" was a more appropriate answer, and that a cigarette smoked in a mental world would have no impact on his dental health. "It was merely a suggestion," he replied.

Loboto stared at him a moment longer, his loupes pulled back, before he eased himself back into the chair, staring down at the plush. He turned it to face him, touching the bottom of its head with the smooth side of his claw to lift up the face, as though he were addressing the rabbit rather than Sasha. "...I had some... bad clients, back in the day."

Sasha nodded. "You worked for a number of our enemies."

Caligosto sputtered, waving a hand at him while still watching the rabbit. "I know that! I mean they were..." Again he hesitated, bringing his hand back to the plush. "...bad... to me. Ill-tempered, looking for loopholes to get out of payment, and... other things."

Humming in interest, Sasha leaned back in his chair again. "Bad in such a way that your mind reacted to defend itself?"

Loboto's loupes stared down into the button eyes sewn onto the rabbit. "I was late with a client... and he was angry with me. But—" He shook his head, gripping the rabbit a bit too hard. "He wasn't my only patient! Juggling clients is a pain, and you've got to be more patient when there's more than one patient in the office! But... some people don't care for the proper art of dentistry..."

Sasha remained silent, his glasses narrowing as he listened.

"He... didn't like... that I was late." His gaze grew more unfocused, more distant, and he smiled unhappily. "Angrier than a patient with an ill-fitted veneer, heh!"

"And his anger caused him to attack you."

"Oh, it wasn't an attack." Slowly Caligosto's loupes tipped back upward, facing Sasha, though not really seeing him, as he grinned even wider. "It was a surgery!"

Sasha nodded.

And then the meaning hit him.

The warmth of the room faded, and his stomach plunged. Loboto's eyes remained fixed on him, his mouth still stretched in a grin, the red and green gaze and yellow smile all too bright against the dark implications the man had uttered. "...A surgery," he repeated, his voice distant.

"Yes. A necessary one, or so he told me. One in which I would learn a valuable lesson." Caligosto's own voice was also slightly off, as though his mind was off elsewhere, leaving both his body and his mental projection behind. "Funny, I don't remember what the lesson was! But I didn't want to learn it. I wasn't big on college education, hah!"

Sasha wondered if Caligosto was aware of what he was saying. He suspected not.

"Was a strange lesson, too. He grabbed me with a psychic hand, and grabbed my arm, too, like this!"

He swung out his prosthetic arm off to his side, and Sasha felt the blood drain from his face as he realized where this was going.

"And then he had a bone saw! Have you used one? I have! Fascinating tool, excellent for the messier bits of dentistry, but I didn't want it used on me—and BANG!" His whole body jerked backward, slamming against the back of the chair, his loupes spinning. "It went flying! Wooooo!" He waved his left hand to indicate a sailing motion. "But then it came right back. And that client—I couldn't see him for all the shiny sparkling stars in my eyes, but he was absolutely livid! And that fancy instrument—its teeth bit right through—"

"Enough!" Sasha cried, standing abruptly.

Loboto gave a start, scrambling to grab the plush rabbit again. Gone was the distant smile, and his eyes were locked onto Sasha, his brows raised.

Slowly Sasha realized that his fists were clenched at his side, and he was glaring at Loboto. Exhaling, he loosened his stance and put a hand to his forehead. "Sorry," he said quietly, shutting his eyes as he turned this new information over in his mind.

During his time in the Psychonauts, he'd seen a lot of things, some worse than others. He'd read the minds of others—with more care than he had as a child—and found things both fascinating and disturbing. He'd entered the minds of others, uncovering their memories, both good and bad. But much of that had been during missions, when he was prepared to witness such things. While his job revolved around helping others, one had to employ a certain amount of detachment to keep from becoming overwhelmed.

He had not made such preparations today.

"That was an inappropriate response," Sasha went on, brushing his hair back and taking his seat.

"Oh, I get it," Caligosto went on, tipping his head. That same distant, unhappy grin returned. "Not everyone has the stomach for this line of work. Buuuut it turned out all right in the end!" Holding out his right arm dramatically, he flexed his claws and, with his left hand, grasped just below them. "I've got this now, complete with a pepper grinder! ...Well, no pepper anymore, but I'll figure something out! Might be able to retrofit some dental tools into this thing..." He let his prosthetic arm go and turned it this way and that. "Not a bad deal, don't you think?"

Sasha stared at him for a long while, his arms resting on his knees. "The faintest memory of what led to your obtaining it plunged you into a panic attack."

Caligosto balked, his face turning a shade paler, before he smiled and waved a dismissive claw. "Psssshaw! Let's just forget that whole thing happened."

"On the contrary," Sasha said, "I believe we should get back to our lesson."

Before Caligosto had time to protest, a door spontaneously opened within the seat of his chair, and he yelped, dropping through it. A similar door opened beneath Sasha's feet, and he stood, levitating calmly through the portal and out of the sitting room.

The other side of Loboto's door opened perpendicular to the floor, the gravity shift causing him to stumble forward rather than drop straight downward, while Sasha merely continued levitating downward until his feet touched the ground. The doors snapped shut of their own accord, leaving the two of them back on the same face of the cube they'd been on before.

"Wh-what was that for?" Caligosto stammered, looking around at the shapes floating in the sky. His hands grasped absently as he did so, and he looked down, seeming to notice he was no longer holding the plush rabbit. Growling, he crossed his arms tightly against his chest. "That other room was cozy."

"I'm not here to put you in your comfort zone, Caligosto," Sasha said, strolling closer to him. "I am here to help you step out of it, to learn something new."

Loboto's loupes twitched left and right as he studied Sasha's face. "No." His lower lip stuck outward in a pout. "I don't wanna!"

"You wish to go back on your word and cease training under the Psychonauts?"

"No!" Loboto grit his teeth, pointing an accusing claw in Sasha's face. "I don't wanna quit training. I just don't wanna do your silly training! I don't gotta shoot stuff with my brain—I can just..." He drew his claw back, fiddling with it and mumbling. "Wonder if I can stick a pistol in this thing..."

Sasha drew in a breath, looking down at the patterned floor. "Very well. If you do not wish to resume psi-blast training, we can train in a different area."

Dropping his arms to his side, Loboto stared. "Wait, really?"

Looking up, Sasha nodded firmly. "Indeed." He maintained eye contact with his student for a moment before resuming, "I want you to demonstrate your skill in levitation."

Caligosto balked, stepping back and looking away. "Uhh..."

"You've been training with Agent Vodello, so presumably you know how to summon a levitation ball. Go on."

Grumbling, Loboto stared down at his feet. "...All right," he said, and his eye-lights flared as he concentrated. It took several seconds, but finally he bounced up about a foot into the air, held up by a psychic fishbowl beneath him, complete with a betta fish swimming within. It lasted for a second and a half before it began to waver, then popped, sending Loboto falling heavily back onto the floor. He did not look up. "...Happy?" he muttered.

Just as Milla had told him. Sasha put a hand to his chin. "Did Agent Vodello explain why you might be struggling with this?"

Caligosto tapped his prosthetic arm with his fingertips. "A bunch of touchy-feely mumbo-jumbo about letting negative thoughts weigh me down." His claws and teeth clenched. "What's she want me to do about it? Go to therapy?"

Tipping his head to one side, Sasha hummed. "That could be arranged, but I can offer you a more immediate solution."

Caligosto's head snapped up. "Really? What's that?"

"Resuming our psi-blast lesson."

With a tremendous groan, Loboto tossed his head back. "You and your stupid psi-blasts!"

"It is the lesson you came here to learn to begin with."

Loboto spun around, then began storming away, going off in a singsong voice, "Silly stupid psi-blasts slung sloppily around the square—"

"Do you not remember, Caligosto, what powers a psi-blast?"

"Yeah, yeah, it was your anger and everything. I got that part," Loboto muttered. He stopped walking, his head tipped up to stare at the patterns overhead, his loupes locking onto one and watching it drift through the mindscape.

"Yes, and only part of it," Sasha went on, stepping closer to him. "For it is more than just anger that can power a psi-blast—it is all negative emotions, including fear."

Loboto's shoulders went tense. "I'm not a sissy!"

"I made no implication that you were. Everyone has fear within them, and often possesses an abundance of it shortly after surviving a traumatic experience. This is natural, and it is not a weakness. And as a psychic, you can use it as a strength." He paused for a moment to let that sink in, watching as Caligosto lowered his head, his loupes twitching left and right, searching. "Paradoxically, your trauma—and therefore the fear related to that trauma—is tied in part to psi-blasts themselves. While this is a hurdle, I do not believe it is insurmountable."

"No!" Loboto snapped, taking a side-step away from Sasha and glaring at him. "You can think whatever mumbo-jumbo you want, but I'm not doing this stupid lesson for you!"

"Then..." Sighing quietly, Sasha looked down at the ground for a moment before looking Caligosto in the eyes. "Perhaps do it for yourself?"

Caligosto's furrowed brows knit in confusion. "Eh?"

"Negative emotions can be released through a number of outlets, but psi-blasts are a quick and powerful one that can benefit the user."

Once again, Caligosto stared down at the floor, humming to himself as his loupes searched the patterns for answers they would not yield.

When no further response came, Sasha went on, his voice softening: "I know you're frightened, but I believe this will help you."

Loboto frowned, glaring at the floor. "Oh, sure. I'm sure this is because you think it'll help, and not 'cuz you've got some superior breathing down your neck to teach me this stuff."

"I don't," Sasha replied, and Caligosto looked up in surprise. "Teaching you to psi-blast was entirely optional on my part. I was in no way required to give this lesson."

His student's mouth hung open, his eyes unfocused in an expression of sheer bafflement. It did not last long, as his face scrunched up in fury, his yellow teeth bared as he lunged forward, pointing a claw in Sasha's face. "Why?!" he snapped, his eyes searching as Sasha took a startled step back. He went on, too fast for Sasha to interrupt: "What's in this for you? D'you get a kick out of pushing me around or something? Wasn't enough to have me psychically strapped to that table and ask me questions until my brain rotted out, so now you gotta trap me in your mind for this—?!"

"You are not trapped," Sasha said, quickly and firmly. "I know for a fact that Razputin delivered you a container of smelling salts. If you have misplaced it and you wish to leave, you need only tell me, and I will eject you from my mind immediately. Do you wish to leave?"

Lowering his claw, Caligosto continued to stare him in the eye.

After waiting a moment longer, Sasha breathed out through his nose, letting out the tension he was holding with it and dropping his shoulders. "We may not have... gotten along previously," he admitted. "I do not regret keeping you detained and interrogating you, as that was done purely due to a time-sensitive mission. Lives were at stake. But even then, your safety was important, and that part has not changed." He looked up at the sky overhead, at its precise patterns and colors. "Unlike the physical world, this world is under my complete control, and I can make sure it is a safe environment for you to learn in. As well..." Finally he looked back at Loboto, who was now somewhat hunched, his arms crossed and his expression uncertain. Sasha's own face softened. "I want to help you, Caligosto. Keeping negative feelings built up within, with no safe release, is... unbearable. Dangerous."

Caligosto looked back up at him, tilting his head. "...Dangerous?"

Sasha looked aside; while something he had personal experience with, it was not something he liked to reflect on. "As a psychic, your emotions are in some ways entwined with your powers... and if you do not find safe, controlled ways to release your negative emotions... they can find ways to release on their own, in ways you will not like."

His student's brow furrowed, his loupes tipping down toward the floor again.

Meanwhile, Sasha shook his head and took a step closer. "I would not wish for you to deal with it alone."

Caligosto turned away for another moment, muttering to himself, then looked back at Sasha, brow furrowing again. "...Well?" he said, finally. "Are you going to show me how to do this, then, celery-man?"

Sasha raised a brow, but smiled nonetheless. "Yes, but I would ask you not to call me that again."

"Pshaw." Waving him off, Caligosto cast a glance around the face of the cube they stood upon. "So uh... lamp?"

"One moment." It didn't take long for Sasha to locate the button, and soon another hideous lamp appeared. "Now, last time you managed to fire a blast, but it lacked concentration. You must focus your feelings together in order to hit the target."

Caligosto clenched his claw close to his temple, his loupes darting over to Sasha and back to the lamp. "And how'm I supposed to do that?"

Humming, Sasha held his hands in front of himself as though cupping something spherical. "Picture your emotions as physical matter which you are packing into a ball."

"Ah!" Loboto perked up. "Like a filling stuffed in a cavity!"

"...Yes, if that helps."

Initially Caligosto smiled as he bent forward, preparing his stance, only for his face to go pale. He began to mumble incoherently, his loupes darting this way and that.

Sasha stepped closer to him. "You are safe here, Caligosto," he affirmed. "Do not let your fear overtake you. Use it instead to empower you."

Caligosto's breathing picked up, and he began to tremble.

As much as Sasha wanted to urge him further, he bit his tongue. "Should we try this another time?"

Caligosto growled, shaking his head and focusing on the lamp again. "No, no, no..."

"Very well." Keeping close to Caligosto, he turned his own gaze toward the lamp. "Then keep your focus on the target, concentrating your feelings..." He hesitated. "...Pack them into the cavity, if you will."

With an affirmative grunt, Loboto nodded.

"Concentrate... and release!"

A purple blast shot from Caligosto's head and struck the lamp, shattering it into pieces. He let out a cry, staggering back.

Meanwhile, Sasha brightened. "Well done, Caligosto!" He turned to face him again, only to frown when he found him hunched over, holding his head and shivering. "...Are you all right?"

Caligosto did not answer, only breathing heavily.

Sasha knelt near him. "You are safe. The man who hurt you is not here." When his student made no acknowledgment, Sasha looked away for a moment, thinking, before summoning a TK hand and resting it on Caligosto's shoulder.

Loboto started with a gasp, leaping upright and looking around frantically. Seeing the transparent blue hand on his shoulder, he stared at it in consternation. "...Oh," he said shortly. "Uh. Thanks." With that, he waved it off, and Sasha released it. Once it had faded, Loboto leaned forward, pressing the heel of his hand into his forehead, still panting. "D... dunno how you guys do this stuff," he muttered between breaths.

"Psi-blasts are not supposed to cause pain to the user," Sasha said. "As I understand it, this is a common issue for you?"

Caligosto managed a short nod.

"It may be due to the fact that you have not used your powers in some time," he remarked. "It may be a pain akin to a sore muscle, and if so, it will go away in time." Frowning, he looked away. "But given your... unique situation, it may be something that needs looking into."

Immediately Loboto grabbed either side of his shower cap, tugging it further down on his head.

It wasn't as though he were planning on carrying out a cranial examination right this moment, anyway. Shaking his head, he moved on: "Beyond your headache, how are you feeling?"

After a moment Caligosto let go of his cap, straightening his back and scratching the back of his head. "I dunno," he grunted. "Uh... okay?"

Sasha hummed. Not the response he was hoping for, but describing one's feelings wasn't always an easy process. "Are you feeling well enough to make another attempt?"

Sighing, Caligosto dropped his arms to his side. "Fine."

With another press of a button, Sasha summoned not one, but three more hideous bootleg Tiffany lamps, each worse than the last. Hearing a squawk of horror from his student, he shook his head. "Yes, they are unbearable, are they not?"

Maintaining eye contact with Sasha, Loboto swung his arms in the direction of the lamps. "You want me to blast three of them?!"

"Yes, in a specific order." Responding to his thought, the numbers 1, 2, and 3 appeared over different lamps. "This will test your aim."

Loboto grit his teeth, looking between the lamps and Sasha a few times.

"If this is too difficult for you to manage, or if it brings you too much pain, then we can try again at another date."

"Hhhnnnngg... fine!" After stomping a bit closer to the lamps, Caligosto clenched his claws near his temple again. "Packing into this cavity... so I can blast one into you," he muttered. With a growl, he fired a purple blast from his forehead at the lamp labeled 1, then at the next two in quick succession before doubling over.

"Excellent!" Sasha smiled as the fragments of the mental lamps disintegrated, but his smile faded when he turned back to his student, who was still doubled over, trembling and panting. "Was that too much?"

A shuddering sound came from Loboto's throat, his whole body shaking with the effort, and for a moment Sasha was worried that he was panicking again. But as it went on, Sasha realized that... no, it was not the sound of panic.

It was the sound of laughter.

It was quiet at first, but it gradually grew in force and volume as Loboto raised himself up, straightening his spine and finally tossing his head back, arms outstretched as his laugh turned near-maniacal.

In spite of himself, Sasha took a step back. This was... new. "Is... everything all right?"

Loboto's laughter ceased as he whirled around to face Sasha, his smile wide. "Never better!" he exclaimed. For a moment he faltered, his hand on his forehead as he looked aside. "My head is burning, but—!" And he straightened again, his face bright and grin fierce. "I feel fresh, like my teeth have just had the plaque scraped from the enamel!"

Ah, now that was the reaction he'd been hoping for. "Excellent. As I said before, the psi-blast—" Before he could finish, he had to jump back as Loboto swung his claw at him, evidently in an attempt to grasp him by the collar.

"Again!" Caligosto cried, a frantic giggle bubbling out of his throat. "Give me another target!"

"...Yes," Sasha said, allowing himself to relax. "We can proceed with the next part of the lesson, if you're so inclined."

"Oh, I am!" Loboto snapped his claws together with a menacing, metallic click.

Nodding, Sasha summoned a new device from the depths of the cube: a dial and a valve. With a psychic nudge, he moved the dial to 1, and the valve spat out a Censor. The mental figure landed on the ground with a startled no!

"Hey, I've seen those before," Caligosto remarked, bending down to get a closer look.

"This is a Censor. They're an integral part of any sane person's mind," Sasha said. "You may have seen them in Agent Vodello's mind, or perhaps Agent Oleander's." He paused. "I hope."

"Yeah. Seen 'em in my mind, too." Caligosto tilted his head as the Censor stepped closer to him. "Funny lookin' little—"

"No!" the Censor cried, and slammed its stamp into Loboto's face.

With an undignified snarl, Loboto staggered backward, straightening his back. Before Sasha could say another word, Loboto placed his claw against his temple and psi-blasted the Censor, leaving a smoldering mark in its wake, along with a blue orb of raw mental energy with a cross above it.

"Yes, they will attack you if you encounter them in others' minds, as you are a foreign entity," Sasha explained. "Fortunately, many of them can be easily disposed of via psi-blast, as you have seen."

"Not very good at their jobs if they're taken out so easily!" Caligosto said, rubbing his face where a red mark from the Censor's stamp was fading.

"It's not so easy if you're encountering a swarm of them, or one of the larger varieties." Noting that his student was looking around worriedly, he went on, "Though you're in no danger of that here. I have enough control over my Censors to keep them from swarming you, for the purposes of our training. As well, you'll want to absorb that mental energy it just converted to in order to keep your own up."

"Hrm, how do I...?" Caligosto crouched down, reaching out toward the raw energy, and gave a start as it absorbed into him. "Oh... huh."

Sasha gave a nod of satisfaction. "You're doing quite well for a beginner, Caligosto." Especially given that earlier reaction, he went on silently. But he paused; as he watched his student, he couldn't help but notice he was still subtly trembling, his face still a shade paler than it should be, his breathing still a bit labored, his loupes staring out into space. It wasn't much different from how he'd seen him a few weeks ago, when he lay atop Sasha's examination table, terrified that Sasha might uncover his client's identity and incur their wrath, no matter how much he tried to play off his worries as a joke. This time, though, it wasn't just fear he was trying and failing to conceal.

Of course, he should have known that this wouldn't be something he could overcome so easily. The psi-blasts were a temporary solution, not a magical erasure of trauma. But there must be something...

Pondering over this for a moment, an idea occurred to him, and he took a step closer to his student. "I was planning on proceeding with the lesson as normal," he began, and Caligosto started out of his spaced-out state, "but I'd like to try something a bit... different. This next part of the lesson may be unorthodox, but I believe it will help you."

"Yeah? What is it this time?" Loboto asked, one hand on his hip.

"This next part will require a bit of... vulnerability on your part."

Caligosto stiffened.

Not an encouraging response, but Sasha went on, "If you could allow me a moment to read your mind, I can provide you with a specialized training exercise."

At that, Loboto grinned, tugging down on his cap with one hand and waggling a claw in Sasha's face. "Ah-ah, that's not happening!"

"You're forgetting, Caligosto, that that cap of yours is not physically there. You are not physically here. You are a mental projection within my mind, and that barrier of yours means nothing here." Sasha held his hands behind his back. "Of course, you are not required to go through with this. I will not pry into your mind without your permission."

Looking down at the patterns on the floor, Caligosto hummed. "What sort of... specialization are we talking, here?"

"If you allow me to make a quick mind read, I can create a training exercise that is more specific to your current needs. It will enable you to progress further more rapidly." He let his student mull over that for a moment, then continued, "I will not pry into your mind any more than necessary for the purposes of this lesson. I will let you know, this will be significantly less invasive than the procedures you went through previously during your interrogation."

Caligosto's brow furrowed, and he did not look up.

"Of course, if you're happy with going through things at a slower pace—"

"Wait!" he cried, head shooting up, brows creased in worry. "Okay! I-I'll do it, but—" He shook his head, frowning. "But no funny stuff!"

"Of course not. Science is no laughing matter," Sasha replied with a smile. "Now, just give me a moment." With that, he shut his eyes and reached out, both literally and figuratively, until he could read Caligosto's thoughts.

Instinctively he darted past the surface level thoughts, leaving those to keep some amount of privacy to his student, and went straight for what he knew was bubbling just under the surface:

Fear of another panic attack. Pain. Terror. And... memories—memories being fought against, pushed back over and over again, buried under thought after thought.

Sasha pushed a bit further, weaving around the attempted mental barriers until he reached it. Immediately a vivid image flashed in his own mind, and he pulled away, opening his eyes.

Loboto stared at him tensely. "Are you gonna do something or what?"

Ah, good. "It's already done," he replied, lowering his hand. "I've gotten the information I need."

Immediately Caligosto reeled back, covering his head in his hands. "Eugh!" he cried, shuddering. "Sneaky spying psychics seeking sacred secrets...!"

"A patient in the hands of a skilled surgeon shouldn't even feel the blade, a fact I'm sure you're aware of," Sasha remarked. "I told you it wouldn't be overly-invasive, and I did exactly what I said I would."

Grunting, Caligosto crossed his arms. "So now what?"

For a moment, Sasha stood back, turning over the mental image he'd extracted. It was never easy to tell how true these sort of things were to life, but the more important part was that it was how the subject viewed or remembered what they had seen. He studied it for a few moments, frowning. "Now... I will have you face a challenge," he said, looking his student in the eye. "Though I must warn you that this may cause some level of distress."

"Pshawpffbbt!" Loboto waved a dismissive claw. "Those Censors don't scare me."

"This will not be a Censor," Sasha said, and when Caligosto opened his mouth to interject, he went on, "nor will it be another lamp. This time I will be giving you a challenge that will be much more personal."

Caligosto stared back at him, his brow starting to crease in concern.

Thinking it over a bit more, Sasha added, "Before we begin, I will remind you that I have full control over this mental world, as well as your experience. You need not worry about any significant harm coming to you."

"Y-you already told me that!" Loboto blurted out, though his trembling was becoming more apparent.

"Yes, but I feel it was important to remind you again, in order to reassure you—"

"This is beginning to have the opposite effect," Loboto said, deadpan, and Sasha raised the rim of one of his glasses.

"Very well. Don't say I didn't warn you." After walking a distance away, he dismissed the valve and dial, and brought up a black-and-white control panel, its dials, buttons, and levers patterned similarly to the surface of the cube they stood upon. He felt something spawn on another face of the cube, but dismissed the thought—likely a Censor seeking another outlet. With one hand on his temple, he cranked one of the unlabeled dials, typed a command onto the keyboard, and pulled a lever on the side of the panel. In response, there was a loud whirring from beneath them, and Sasha nodded in satisfaction. "Let us begin."

The whirring noise grew louder, and Caligosto took several steps back, looking around frantically. "What—what are you doing?" he stammered, only to yelp as the ground began to shake beneath him. Before he could ask another question, a circular part of the floor just a few feet away from him began to descend, and he stumbled away from it, loupes locked onto the spot.

And then the circular part of the floor began to rise... bringing with it a tall, imposing figure shrouded in shadow, only its eyes visible and glaring.

Caligosto shrieked, staggering back and holding up his arms in front of himself. "NO! NO! Wh-what are you doing here?! I already gave you what you wanted...!"

The figure said nothing, and Sasha leaned forward over the console to watch as the entity stepped closer.

"Remember, Caligosto, I'm in complete control of my mental world!" he called out, but his student hardly seemed to notice.

"Go away!" Caligosto wailed, swiping his claw in the direction of the mental entity, though he continued to back away from it. "I'm not doing business with you again!"

"Oh?" the figure replied, his voice a low growl. "Yet you were so eager to do business with me before..."

"I've learned my lesson! I'm—I'm not doing this again!" he cried, continuing to back up.

Well, this wasn't going exactly how he'd hoped. "Focus, Caligosto!" Sasha called, turning a couple controls on the console again. "Fight back!"

Yet Loboto found himself backed against the edge of the cube while the figure stalked even closer. He looked over his shoulder with a whine; while gravity would have simply shifted if he stepped further back, he didn't seem aware of that option.

Still the figure stalked closer. "You've learned your lesson, have you? Let's just see about that!" Without warning, the figure manifested a bright green TK hand.

Sasha froze. "Wait—"

The hand swiped at Loboto, who yelped and ducked away, managing to get himself out of the corner. The figure rounded on him.

And a bead of sweat rolled down the back of Sasha's neck as he glanced down at the controls, which his hands were no longer touching.

Meanwhile, Loboto held his arms up to shield his face as he stumbled backward yet again. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"I'm sorry, doctor, but it seems you need a refresher!" With a snarl, the figure reached out with his TK hand, which Caligosto, by some miracle, managed to return with a panicked psi-punch, a purple psychic claw appearing before him to block the blow. It faded half a second later.

"Don't worry, Caligosto!" Gritting his teeth, Sasha looked down at the console and frantically typed a few commands into it. "I've got it under control!" he called, even as the lights on the console flashed red and emitted a few warning beeps. Just as he was wondering why, a series of sparks shot out from the side of the console, and he stepped around to take a look. He let out a strangled gasp at the sight he beheld:

A panel of the machine had been stripped away, and a blue creature with bright red light bulbs jutting out of its back had stuck its head into the device. It was chomping at the wires within.

"I don't need a refresher, b-but you need a breath mint!" Loboto shouted, glaring back at the figure, only to gulp when the man's TK hand clenched and pulled back. The fist swung forward, and Caligosto ducked down, the top of his cap blowing back as the figure's psi-punch wooshed over his head. "Oops."

The figure's TK hand pulled back to his side. "I won't miss next time, doctor."

"You're supposed to," Sasha muttered as he telekinetically yanked the Bad Idea away from the console. It tore out a chunk of wires with it, a few bulbs on its back popping from the excess electricity. It seemed unconcerned, grinning wickedly around the wires in its teeth.

"L-look," Caligosto stammered, his voice taking a higher pitch. He held up his hands again. "I already gave you what you wanted! I did everything you asked! The appointment is over—you're free to go home!"

Meanwhile, Sasha’s frustration and panic rapidly left him in a concentrated blast of blue psychic energy, sending the Bad Idea flying out into oblivion with a squeal.

"No, doctor," the man replied, tilting his head. "I believe I have some payment due, and I'm going to exact that payment"—he pulled his hand back—"right"—and Loboto reeled back, preparing to duck under another punch—"NOW!"

The TK hand launched forward, but instead of punching, it snagged Loboto's prosthetic arm, yanking him up into the air with it.

Sasha's head snapped back toward the fight, and the blood drained from his face. Scheiße.

Now hanging from the mental figure's grip, Loboto went very, very still, the color draining from his own face, his eyes out of focus.

The figure gave a quiet laugh as he held him up a few inches higher off the ground. "There we are," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You've done such fine work with this fascinating new mechanism here." Slowly he turned him so Caligosto's left side was facing him. "I'm sure you'll do even better with the second one."

The hair stood on the back of Sasha's neck, and he charged out from around the wrecked console.

But in the same moment, something snapped.

Loboto's loupes, which had been staring out into space, suddenly flashed, his yellow teeth clenched, and with a jerk, his free hand pressed against his temple. Half a second later, a purple beam of psychic aggression blasted out from his forehead, striking the figure in the chest.

With an echoed cry, the figure staggered back, his TK hand disappearing, dropping Loboto. "Gah! When did you learn to—?!"

Before he could even finish talking, another purple psi-blast hit him, striking him directly in the stomach. Then another. And another, leaving the man collapsing to his knees.

As Loboto stomped closer, his face was no longer pale, rather shifting to a shade of scarlet. Slowly his mouth twisted into a grin. "Your appointment's over, but I've got time—I can spare a few minutes to teach you a lesson!" He reached down with his claws to grab the man by the throat, and hoisted him back up to his feet.

Sasha skidded to a halt several feet away, frozen as he listened to the strangled noises emitting from the mental figure.

Loboto held the man like that for a long moment, his brow furrowed and eyes locked onto him, his free hand still against his temple, all the while the figure gagged. A purple light was building just above Loboto's loupes, slowly growing brighter before suddenly blasting out directly into the man's face. The claws released him, and he collapsed to a heap on the floor. The shadows that composed him gradually drifted upward like strands of smoke from a snuffed candle, until finally he dissolved into nothing.

When the figure finally disappeared, Caligosto let out a sharp breath, hunching down with his hands on his knees, his head hanging, his chest slowly heaving.

Sasha looked over his shoulder, mentally dismissing the console (which sank into the floor) before looking back at his student, barely suppressing a shudder. After a moment of deliberation he took a few cautious steps closer, attempting what he hoped looked like a genuine smile. "That was quite the show, but you did remarkably w—"

Loboto's head snapped up, and he lunged at Sasha, grabbing him by the collar and hoisting him upward before he had time to react. "YOU!" he snarled, his red-and-green eyes burning into Sasha's shades. "YOU were the one doing that!"

Sasha winced, mentally reminding himself that the spittle that was flying from Loboto's mouth and hitting him in the face was not real. "Yes, I was, but—"

"SO YOU BROUGHT HIM BACK?!" Loboto screeched, shaking Sasha in his grip.

Immediately Sasha went to grab Loboto's arm to steady himself. "No, it was only—"

Loboto's eyes flashed as he flung Sasha to the ground.

"...an illusion," he wheezed, pushing himself up on his hands. Loboto was glaring back at him, eyes still burning in fury, but his prosthetic arm was clutched protectively close to his chest. It wasn't hard to figure out why. "...Sorry."

"Sorry you dove into my mind to dredge up an illusion of that?!" Loboto spat, pointing a claw at where the mental figure had once stood. "I've done some sick things, b-but I would—" He faltered, shuddering as he held his arms to his chest. "I wouldn't—I-I never—" Grinding his teeth, he rounded on Sasha again, this time gripping his own left shoulder a bit too tightly in his claws. The hitch in his voice betrayed the betrayal he felt: "Y-you had him try to...?!"

Rising to his feet, Sasha heaved a sigh and rubbed his forehead. "No. That was not my plan at all," he admitted, looking back at where the panel had been. "I had only meant to take that memory of yours and manifest it for a brief moment so you could attack it. But I never intended for it to attack you." He punctuated the word with a glance back at Caligosto, who stared at him intently, before looking away. "However, this was... not a technique I've employed many times before, and it seems it may have gone awry." He hesitated, a frown tugging at his features as he looked off in the direction where he had blasted the Bad Idea. "I... lost control of the mental figure early on in the exercise."

There was an extended silence, during which Sasha began to wonder if Caligosto had simply bailed from his mind; he wouldn't have blamed him. But his student's voice spoke up, quietly, "You lost control?"

When Sasha looked back, he found Caligosto staring back at him, his arms at his sides, his head slightly tilted. "Unfortunately," he replied. "It happens to the best of us."

Loboto continued to stare at him before shaking his head with a snort of disbelief. "Aren't you... psychics supposed to be... ehhhnnn... flawless?" He pulled back his lips, tapping gently at one of his own teeth. "Like a tooth with no plaque, no cavities?" Glancing away, he put his hands on his hips. "Especially you higher-ups in the Psychonauts..."

Something clicked in Sasha's mind, and he couldn't help the amused smile that crossed his face. "Razputin spoke highly of me, did he?"

Loupes snapping back in Sasha's direction, Caligosto gave him a look. "That's putting it mildly!"

Laughing, Sasha shook his head. "He means well, but no, we are flawed as anyone else... some more than others." Another thought occurred to him, and he shifted closer. "We don't expect perfection out of you, Caligosto. We only wish for you to try." When Loboto looked away, brow knitted in contemplation, Sasha went on, "Which, by the way, in spite of how everything got out of hand, you handled it quite well."

"I don't wanna go through that again," Caligosto said, eyeing him.

"No, of course not."

With a grunt, Loboto looked away again, but a slightly more genuine smile crossed his face. "I... do feel a little better, though." He looked down at his claws, clicking them together. "That felt good."

"That was the intent," Sasha said with a smile. "That having been said, I think that's enough of this lesson for now."

"Finally." Loboto slumped forward, his arms hanging limp at his side. "I'm beat."

Nodding, Sasha put a hand to his temple. "One moment..."

—-~~~---

The sounds of the lab came first, with the quiet beeps and chirps and whirs of the nearby machinery, before the rest of it came into view. Sasha glanced up just in time to see Loboto's mental projection fly back into his own body, and he reached up to snatch the Psycho-Portal off his head, sliding it into a pocket.

Meanwhile, Caligosto staggered, letting out a dizzy moan, and Sasha automatically reached out with TK to steady him, gently placing a hand on his back. Caligosto did not flinch away.

The whirring of the lab door caught their attention, and the two of them turned as Raz came bounding into the room on his levitation ball. "Hey guys! I finished that paperwork." He came to a stop before them, dismissing the lev ball. "Wait, you haven't started yet?"

"I'm afraid you're a little late, Razputin," Sasha replied. "We've just wrapped up our lesson."

"Aw, man!" Raz crossed his arms, but his disappointment was short-lived. "Maybe next time."

"I was just about to tell our friend Caligosto here that he should get some rest. He's had quite the mental workout." Nodding toward Loboto, Sasha rubbed his TK hand on his back before dismissing it.

Caligosto's loupes turned in Sasha's direction before glancing back down at Raz, though he said nothing.

"Got it! C'mon, Cali, let's get some psi-pops." With that, Raz reached up to grab Loboto's claw and happily led him toward the lab's exit.

Just as Sasha was about to remind Raz that rest included actually sleeping, not consuming candy, a voice rang through his mind: Hello, darling! I hope I'm not interrupting anything?

No, I've just concluded the lesson.

That's wonderful! How did it go?

Sasha hesitated, thinking over everything that had happened. It had all been so... chaotic, and it had gotten a little out of hand. He hated to say as much, but it was the truth.

"So how'd your lesson with Sasha go?" came Raz's eager voice from just outside the lab, and Sasha glanced toward the lab's exit in interest. Unfortunately they were already out of view, but he could still hear Loboto's reply:

"Well... I learned how to do this."

Panic rushed through Sasha's chest for the briefest of moments before he registered the wobbly hum of a levitation ball manifesting. It remained for several moments before he could hear a distinct pop.

"Woah!" Raz cried. "But—wait, wasn't your lesson about psi-blasts?"

"Yep!"

"...Huh."

A smile crossed Sasha's face, and he shook his head. All things considered… I think it went well.

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Dragons Rising: Season 2

I'm a little bit more nervous to watch season 2; I like watching things that make me feel happy, and from the brief spoilers I've gotten about this season, this is probably gonna be more sad than anything... But I'll try.

I will be continuing to work on the two pieces I was working on before, so check the bottom of this post if you want to see my progress! (This goes for my season 1 notes post, too, by the way.)

⚠️ Spoilers for episodes 1-5!

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Episode 1: The Blood Moon

New Jordana look, huh? I don't really like it right now, but I can grow to get used to it.

So are the lines on her face just... permanent?

Good to know Raz has night vision.

Jordana is clearly scared about all of this... I wonder how long it will take for her to switch sides.

The bad guys always seem too distracted, intentionally taking their time to get to their targets. I kinda understand why it was that way for the little phone video in the beginning of the episode, since it's such a cramped space to work with and the movements might cause motion sickness. But with every other fight? No.

Wow, Ryu grew up quite fast.

Fugidove? In 2024?

Holy fuck, the news reporter remembered Pixal? Most of the ninja didn't even remember her. Actually, practically nobody in Ninjago city. He's either a super fan, or the writers completely forgot that fact for this season.

Is Intelligent George a parody on someone? I can't tell.

Did Sora really have to spell that out? Did they just... not think that that people watching the second season had already watched the first? I feel like spelling it out like that will make people not want to go back and rewatch the first season to see what they missed.

Also, with how much bigger Ryu is, I would've thought more time had passed. The way Sora had said that line makes it sound like she just unlocked her true potential instead of it being like... a few months ago or something.

Okay, so now we're on the "Arin really wants elemental powers" thing. He seemed mostly fine with that last season. What changed?

Arin, if you're looking for someone to be talking about those still lost in the merge, why the hell would you watch a Youtuber who only wants to talk about the ninja to sell merch? There are plenty of people that you could talk to; the people you're currently around would be far better to talk to about this. I know that they don't have the solution right now, but they are far more likely to come up with one before a fucking Youtuber.

Sora and Arin are such good friends. Even if their interests are completely different, they still partake in the other's activities, especially when the other is looking blue.

Poor Frohicky, lol

Zane would have already heard and figured out these figures of speech back in like... season 1 or 2. But he's still cute. I like that Kai and Zane are playing the video game together.

The layout of this game makes me think of the TMNT arcade game. Nice touch.

Hm... so Lloyd's getting more visions... or he's having a nightmare... or both?

So... Zane and Sora are gonna get taken down. Is Arin going to rebel, betray them? Beatrix is clearly coming back, which I figured would happen after she disappeared into that merge-quake at the end of last season.

Wu watching over his nephew is nice, but... where's Garmadon? Sure, Wu is probably more iconic and a better teacher, but Garmadon is Lloyd's father. I want to see him again... would he have the same golden glow that Wu's ghost does, or would he have a purple glow or be a purple void?

Also, where's Nya? I don't think I've seen her at all this episode.

Why is Arin's voice so soft now? It's like he's constantly whispering into the mic?

Kreel not even denying that she tried to make their mech explode back in episode 1 lol

Wait is the junkyard ghost Wu?

Wow, that was a small investigation montage.

I like Ryu's teenage model over the baby one, but he reminds me a little too much of Toothless.

That old lady shaming those throwing away a good dragon... but not taking the dragon? Oh, come on; she would've totally tried to take Ryu back home with her. It's an old lady thing.

Oh my god, Arin stop self-pitying; this is not the time.

Arin, they will be proud of you; you're a ninja.

Lloyd's gonna have a heart attack.

Woah, the camera during this fight is really wobbly. It actually feels like Arin, Sora, and Ryu are in danger.

The actual panic in Lloyd's voice.

Give me the smoke guy's name. I need it. He's really cool.

Episode 2: Shattered Dreams

Wait, the writers of destiny are still a thing? I would've thought that they would have disbanded after it was proven that writing the future didn't actually mean anything.

Their idea of fun is bagels? Yeah, I can see it.

Wait, so their entire religion isn't completely founded on made up bullshit?

Lloyd, why would you drink that?

Sora, you sound like Raven Queen.

Arin, that's robot-ist. In front of Zane? Really?

Y'all are in broad daylight. So much for being ninja.

Everybody judging Sora's graffiti, including Zane lmao

Hitting Zane in the head with a non-magic teapot lmfao

The Gong of Shattering is such a terrible name.

Poor Arin, lol

Oh, no. This is Arin's undoing. He's gonna hit the gong in order to try and get an elemental power, he'll turn evil, and then fight beside Raz. I'm calling it now!

I really enjoy Percival's character now. He's learning, he's helping out, and he seems to be kinder than when he was under Beatrix's rule. I think the rebellion was good for him.

The Master Writer was so scared, he didn't even try to run. Wow. Anyone will let the bad guys overthrow them, huh.

Euphrasia should seriously train with the other ninja; she's far too weak to be looking after a kingdom alone. (Yes, I know that they're making all the ninja really bad at fighting to make it look like the smoke ninja is way stronger than them, but still.)

It's not called the Blood Moon for anything good. Is it ever?

You're supposed to be sneaky; that glowing green spinjitzu is not sneaky in any way.

Why did Euphrasia have to say that? She could have looked relieved instead of saying that terribly said "Thank goodness your okay!"

Zane, that doesn't answer shit. A written language can't look evil. That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard.

Should Euphrasia even be here to save the Master Writer? She's using a crutch. Actually, does literally everybody have to be here for this? Bigger groups are hard to be stealthy with, and most of them aren't really being useful. They should've picked three to go in while everyone else stays behind as back up.

So Raz was the reason the worms turned evil last season. Hm...

I'm still not over it. Why is Ryu here? It should've been Lloyd, Arin, and Zane; Lloyd because he needs to confirm his visions, Arin because he's really foreshadowing something, and Zane to confirm the stupid language thing. Euphrasia would've been a good choice to bring if she wasn't using a crutch. Everyone else is just... here for no fucking reason except to just listen to the Master Writer. They're not really hiding, so any of the wolf-masked characters could easily find them. They didn't bother animating anyone except Lloyd and Arin going up the wall; they all just kinda teleported. This is bothering me so bad. (Not everyone has to be here to listen. The three that would've gone could've spread the information off screen so it didn't become too repetitive.)

See, I fucking told you. Now Lloyd's having another panic attack.

Why did the gong only affect the wolf-masks? Is the detail I missed that they have to be wearing the wolf mask to be affected by the gong? That seems dumb.

Lmao Kai

Woah, Zane glitching.

Episode 3: Beyond the Phantasm Cave

Wait, where did Kai's mech come from?

Of course when Lloyd asks for an answer, the source dragons come.

Wow, that source dragon from season 1 is so convincing, he convinced the other source dragons within seconds.

Why wouldn't Sora believe Lloyd after all of this?

Aw, Kai checking on Wyldfyre.

Nya, you trained under Wu for how long? You would know that, yes. He would bring you guys somewhere based on half-understood dreams.

Why is Zane always the one to keep an eye on the ship? Ugh.

"Now it sounds like the rotor sneezed!" Lmao Lloyd

It's sweet that Sora and Arin are talking to each other about fond memories, but... why? This came out of nowhere, and they just arrived at their destination. The writing here feels a little clunky.

Aw, now they all have grappling hooks.

Wow it sure took those snake things a while to come out to try and kill them.

Uh oh, Kai's powers not working very well...

Is this like the future telling ice thing in the original series?

Sora that is quite clearly static. How the hell did you think that was Kai?

Oh man, it's all their worst fears...

Oh, shit... The Jaya thing I've seen fanart for.

Poor fucking Nya... this is foreshadowing.

They have airjitzu. They could take the jump a lot more carefully.

Episode 4: Force From The East

Ooh, finally! Back to Cole.

God, Geo and Cole are so fruity.

That was a mouthful of exposition. They could've had a mini flashback of that moment from last season when Cole left and followed Wu. Sure, Geo didn't see that, but this show has never shied away from showing other character's perspectives during flashback sequences told by another character.

Geo being worried about Cole.

They're such an artistic family.

Bonzle is gonna make Geo panic.

Kai and Nya working together is sweet.

Me, too, Arin. Me, too.

The dragon speaking English instead of using telepathy or whatever.

"Should we... ask them what they want?" "Sure. What do you want?" *Gets obliterated* Lmao

Geo's so silly.

Finally; Cole comes to the rescue!

Bonzle's hiding something... I'm not sure what just yet. But she knew that they could leave when they previously couldn't.

Why does Zane have a Frohicky plushie? I'm so confused.

Why isn't Cole surprised to see Zane?

"- why do you have a frog-man-doll?" "It is a long and barely comprehensible story." I love them.

So that's why I thought the Glacier reunion was so... weird and terrible. They're in the middle of a chase scene.

I like how Zane tries to decipher what the problem is by examining his face... I'm so normal about this pairing, I swear.

I like how this episode is split into the stuff that Lloyd and crew were doing and Cole and family were doing, but I focus on just the Cole and family stuff. Mostly just Cole and Geo. They're family is really sweet and care about one another so deeply. Fritz and Spitz need more to do, though; they're kinda just... kids in the middle of everything, but they seem to be as strong and fast as the rest of their family, so... idk

Episode 5: The Spell at the Waterfall

Ah, the Zane and Frohicky side of the plot.

I understand what Frohicky is trying to accomplish, but Zane has already gone to him if he has a problem with the things he's doing. That's just the kind of guy Zane is. This tactic might have worked better with Kai or Lloyd.

Zane whacking the bad guy with the stupid fucking doll lmao

Why wouldn't Bonzle have told them earlier? Lmao what a mouthful.

Oh, so that kinda makes sense... kinda. For Bonzle to know when the could leave. But she would've sensed that opening a long time ago, and probably would have looked more worried throughout the beginning of last episode.

See? The entire Cole and Geo family is artistic.

Bonzle met Master Wu?!

Kai and Nya are so epic.

So, wait. i thought Wu would have taken her to meet the ninja, but I guess not?

Aw, Cole and Geo getting emotional about Bonzle's story.

"This reminds of the old days. Count me in." "That's what I'm talking about." Ugh... I love them too much...

So is one of the source dragons helping Raz? Or am I going crazy?

Of course, there are some critics I have. But I'm liking this so far, even with how often Lloyd was getting panicked and the amount of foreshadowing to future episodes I was getting. Still a little nervous about what's coming, though...

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