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[erhabenheit]

[If anyone is on deck 8 or passing by the Cool, they'll see it in absolute shambles. Chairs and tables overturned, torn apart, the wrought iron cast about the room like bones. The counters are cracked, smashed; wall ornaments are ripped from their mounts, broken, scattered across the floor. It's a wreck

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[shadesofeco]

[Actually, Jak was heading to The Cool for a drink after finding out his father had died again. Apparently that wasn't going to happen though, and he stopped a few steps into the entrance, folding his arms.]

One hell of a bar fight.

[He eyes the new passenger.]

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[erhabenheit]

[Bass glances over, the support rod stilling in his hand. That's a dead ringer for a relative of Damas if he ever saw one. He considers being abrasive and telling this guy that he'd been responsible for Damas being murdered, but changes his mind. He's not sure why.]

I got mad.

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[shadesofeco]

[Jak nudges a piece of debris with his foot, raising an eyebrow as the remnants of a table collapse from the movement.]

No kidding.

[Looking back up, Jak watches the newcomer. Either that's some impressive armor, or this guy's part robot like Erol used to be.]

You're new here.

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[erhabenheit]

Eighteen days, three hours and twenty-four minutes of God-forsaken boredom. [Bet that answers your "part robot" question.]

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[shadesofeco]

[Yeeeeeep.]

Try a year and a half.

[Jak picks his way through the rubble, trying to figure out if anything is left standing, or if he'll have to relocate to Sergei's.]

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[erhabenheit]

Fuck that. [Not that Bass wants to go home anyway. He throws the pipe and listens to it clang off of other debris.] Wouldn't be so bad if they gave me something to do. Like a fucking bar and an arcade and a racetrack are supposed to keep me occupied for more than a week.

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[shadesofeco]

[Jak rolls his eyes and sets his hands on his hips, staring at the destroyed remains of the bar. Great.]

And what exactly would keep you occupied?

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[erhabenheit]

[Bass grins, leaning back with a hand on his knee and sweeping the other out to gesture at the destruction. Hello.]

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[shadesofeco]

[Wanton destruction. Lovely.]

So you plan on trashing the entire ship

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[erhabenheit]

Not planning on it, no. [Bass gives Jak a scrutinizing look.] What, you never felt like breaking shit with all the BS they pull here?

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[shadesofeco]

I have. I still do.

[Jak finally turns back to face him, hands still on his hips.]

I find a sparring partner. Or I take it out on Carnival.

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[erhabenheit]

Oh, good boy. I bet that makes them happy.

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[shadesofeco]

[Twitch.]

You think I do it for them?

It's easy to kick over a table that doesn't fight back. It takes a little more effort to fight something that's trying to hit you back.

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[erhabenheit]

So you just like hurting living things. That's kind of sick, y'know. [Bass recognizes that voice now. Mr. Nice Guy. He won't point it out; if he identifies himself like that, Jak would be able to trace his frequency to his correspondences with Phoenix.]

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[shadesofeco]

[Yeah yeah, heard it a million times. Even if it's not in relation to the Dark Eco, insults about him being crazy and dangerous tend to roll off Jak by now.]

If that's what you wanna call it.

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[erhabenheit]

So what's so bad about breaking things, then? 'Cause it's not in one of their "designated violence" areas?