He landed delicately, heel-toe-heel-toe, precise in his movements in a way only a lifelong acrobat could be. A pair of shaskas manifested in his hands - psychic manifestations like the hands he'd created during his brief stint at Whispering Rocks Summer Camp, but decidedly sharper.
The two intruders that had drawn his ire froze under his goggled gaze, letting him take in their unmasked faces.
Recognizing them, he released his psychic blades, allowing himself to relax into a slouch. "Agents Nein and Vodello. I'm surprised it took you this long to find us," he rumbled, a touch of telekinesis sweeping his goggles back up his forehead.
"Razputin?!" Sasha's voice was a crack of lightning across his ears.
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Many agents across the entire Psychonauts organization would tell you they knew, or knew of, the rising star of the most recent graduates. Lightning quick, a wisecrack, confident almost to the brink of arrogance- the descriptors went on and on, describing a star agent who often tried to carry the entire world with a smile. "Such a shame," they would whisper, shaking their heads. "Burned himself out."
Agents Nein and Vodello would tell a different tale. They'd been allowed behind the curtains, privy to the backstage of the grand performance that had been their favorite pupil's day-to-day. If asked in confidence, they'd reveal that the arrogance was an act, meant to put people at ease. The jokes were honest enough, but born out of anxiety rather than simple observation; the reality behind the smoke and mirrors was an anxious, traumatized boy who felt that everything he did had to be beyond scrutiny. Above reproach.
"He was always trying to make up for the fact that what he did was, well. His doing, instead of someone who he felt deserved the recognition." Agent Vodello would say, a soft frown gracing her face.
"Crippling anxiety. He never really grew out of it, even when we tried to impress on him that perfection was not expected, even in critical missions. Even when he accepted that the rest of us were only human, were allowed to make mistakes, he always held himself to a higher standard. To an impossible standard, even. I cannot tell you how many times I tried to bring that standard down, even to the point of offering to do for him what he did for many others and do a walkthrough of his mindscape." Agent Nein would cough, before shaking his head. "He always made excuses to keep me out of his mind, and that is not a boundary I was willing to risk crossing."
The agent who knew that rising star best, though... she vanished alongside him. Grand Head Zanotto would not speak on the disappearance of his daughter and his star junior agent; Second Head Forsythe would also refuse comment, beyond saying "Where our agents are, and what their status is, is known to those who need to know."
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Razputin Aquato regarded his two former-mentors warily, his thumbs hooked in his belt-loops. Behind the two superstar agents, the Pelican was settled and quiet - they'd landed with the intent to stay, it seemed.
"Razputin, darling, have you been here this entire time?" Milla asked, glancing at the landscape behind him. "Everyone has been in a tizzy for the past two years, you vanished so suddenly!"
"Here and there." Raz answered noncommittally, "Helping with the traveling circus during peak season, doing stuff during the off-season. Keeping safe."
He felt more than heard the vegetation behind him ripple. Lili was listening in, curious if she needed to intervene. "Forgive my... lack of hospitality, agents, but you really shouldn't be here. This place is hard to find for a reason, I'd really rather not deal with Deluginaries flooding this place, in a literal or figurative sense. If you insist on staying, I'm afraid you're gonna be stuck here a while."
Teleportation was... slippery, to grasp. The sense of being here, then gone, was more like a magic trick than even his other psychic abilities. With a turn, a blink, Raz stepped from the beach where the Pelican was landed to the facility that the former residents of Thorney Towers, as well as his friends from Whispering Rock, had helped him build. Lilli met him, as he stepped off the main teleportation pad, and he hugged her tightly in greeting.
"Are they gonna stay or go, do you think?" Lili asked, eyeing him once he pulled away.
"Stay, probably. They're both of them curious to a fault, and this is as good a time as any to bring them into the proverbial fold." Raz shrugged. "Hollis has been hinting for months that they've been really worried about us, and the kids would probably benefit from having some of their heroes around; god knows I did." Turning slightly, he lifted his chin so he could project his voice better. Hey, someone get a couple guest rooms ready, would ya?"
"Whatever you say, Professor X," Phoebe replied.
"I really wish she wouldn't call me that. I'm not running a school." Raz lamented.
"You kind of are, nerdbrain." Lili teased. "You're a mix of Professor X and Batman, maybe. You legalese your way into scooping up 'mutant' kids left and right and give them a new home with the best support you can give them."
"...alright, I can't really argue with that. But it's Hollis and your dad
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