Full Immersion [for what it's worth]

> Save points for a later Portal Rip augment.

Yeah, save up some points.

>Dive Stab:
Being some kind of catfolk like person, you seem to more agile, mobile and to be able to jump and probaly fall from longer distances than a normal human would, if your grandstanding with the trees is any indication) and your portal abiliites will allow ou teleport around and right over enemies. With a bit of practice, that's one potential good (an cool looking) move you could get there.
If there's any points left keep them for a future augment

Save your points for a wise investment in the future.

"Nnnng...psshh, I'll figure this s*** out later," says Louis after thinking for a minute. He puts away the scren and starts walking again.
"You will have more choices to worry over later, no?"
"Yeah, but some of them will be obviously better 'cause they'll cost more. Plus, some of those augments looked pretty cool. Wonder what's up with that blank space in between the two trees, though..."

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"Aah!"

Heart racing, a young man sits up suddenly out of a bed. He isn't comfortable lying on his back, for some reason. He has very curly, short but thick brown hair, and dull-yellow-almost-brown eyes. His less familiar features include a pair of rounded, doglike ears in place of regular ones, shaded a brighter brown than his ordinary hair, and the fact that his skin appears to be in an unnatrual-looking grayscale.

"Wha--who..what?" He looks around quickly, still confused. When he talks, the fact that all of his teeth, rather than just a few, are sharp immediately becomes clear. He is sitting up on a large bed in a very..royal looking room. Not modern-royal, medieval-royal. Decked out in purples and golds, ornate furniture covered in very valuable-looking items all over the place--jewel-encrusted gold-silver-platinum bits bobs candlesticks cups and anything else that probably never sees the use intended for its shape due to the value of its materials.

Sitting up more in an effort to ease the discomfort in his lower back, he puts his hand to his forehead. Okay, ohh-kay. Calm down, calm down Jarod. You're just gonna faint again. He holds up one of his grayscale hands and looks at it. "What..happened?"

Before he can properly attempt to answer his question, there are a few, very polite raps on the bedroom's door. "Hello?" says a female voice from the other end. "Didju finally wake up in there?"

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