“Always reading comics when he should be practicing, he wouldn’t quit telling me all about how they stopped the Seizurizer from enslaving New York’s rat population or Dr. “Raz wouldn’t shut up about them, okay?” said Frazie. “You know about them?” asked Lizzie, surprised the dismissive anti-psychic circus performer knew the names of two elite agents. “Isn’t he getting work from those True Psychic Tales guys, Sasha Nein and Milla Vodello?” don’t know exactly what your brother’s supposed to be doing, last I heard he was working in the mail room.” “Everybody’s got different jobs depending on their mentor,” said Lizzie, wondering for a second what the others were getting up to, being further out in the woods than everybody else. “Little Pootie’s been running all over the woods, is he supposed to be finding animals?” “Is this what all the interns are doing?” asked Frazie, her enthusiasm diminishing. “Just a goat in general, or that goat specifically?” asked Frazie, intrigued if not especially impressed by the glamour of aspiring Psychonauts responsibilities.
“I’m trying to abduct this goat,” Lizzie said, pointing at the goat as it wandered away apathetically. “Wanna get a head start on that and help me with some real Psychonaut intern work?” So ambushing people in the woods was the kind of thing he expected from her. that was the name the new kid had said when he’d gotten into one of Lizzie’s snares. “You know, my brother just told me I should become part of the intern program.” “I’m Frazie,” she said, loosely following Lizzie.
You’re his big sister, I’m guessing?” Lizzie said, spotting the goat and walking towards it, not interested in dragging out this conversation when she still wasn’t getting anything done. “You must be another of those interns Pooter is hanging out with.”
“I got it,” Lizzie replied, manifesting a glowing purple TK hand to hoist herself up. Lizzie rolled over to see one of the new kid’s family members from the quarry. “Need a hand?” asked an unfamiliar voice. Without any other options to bring to Boole, she followed it over the rocks towards that run-down tourist trap, tripping and falling to the ground. The sound of bleating was growing more distant, and Lizzie saw the goat was prancing off around the cliffside.
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Plus a lot of other things, apparently,” she said to herself, wondering what that power was. Wondering what he was up to, she stopped paying attention to the goat long enough to see him slow the upwards motion of one log apparently by stopping time, jumping onto the log, and then disappearing behind the waterfall somehow. Also, talking to himself, not that she was really one to judge after ranting at this goat for so long. Listening to her surroundings, she could hear him using those acrobat skills to jump across the old walkways above her. He was on a winning streak after the casino mission, even if, well, he was a kid. Maybe she should’ve gotten the new kid to help her. “Come on, goat! Follow me! There’s a delicious tin can in it for you,” Lizzie said, having long given up on trying to put any friendliness into her voice as the goat repeatedly slipped from her telekinetic grasp.
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