041 [audio] [backdated to morning, 3/11]

[farfairersoul]

[The comm comes on to silence, which lasts for a long second before Razer gives a low chuckle--closer to a sigh, really.]

...Completely worth it.

[Click.]

[[ooc: Razer is missing a long-sleeved blue shirt, a pair of well-worn jeans, two leather wrist-holsters, and four homemade knives. All other items (belt, collar, lighter, and boots) have

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[explosivetalent]

[Royston had conveniently discovered a belt loaded with cigarettes when he had finally ventured to Deck 8 for some of his own. He picks it up right as Razer's transmission airs over the communicator. There's no mistaking the accent.

He has no idea who the belt belongs to, but Razer's been here a lot longer than he has... maybe the elf will know.]

Excuse me, Razer. I know I'm not well-versed in the.... goings-on of the Elegante, but, do you know which passenger might go with this belt? It has pouches attached with cigarettes. Does it sound familiar?

[The last sentence sounds as though it's coming from between clenched teeth. He's "borrowed" a cigarette from the pouch.]

[farfairersoul]

Ah! That sounds like something of mine, actually.

[Oh thank you Mar for dropping his belt with someone who knows who he is, that thing is important.]

I lost quite a few of my things recently, I would truly appreciate having that particular item returned. I'm a bit busy right now, but I could meet you somewhere later?

[explosivetalent]

Where would you care to meet? I have nothing on my schedule...

[He pauses, as if he were looking through a schedule book.]

...well, ever. Anytime you would like it, I can get it to you.

[farfairersoul]

[Razer chuckles a little.]

Meet me at Club O2 this afternoon? I'll be there around...three, if you want a specific timeframe.

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[explosivetalent]

I will be there.

[And he arrives a good twenty minutes early, having planned on getting lost on the way. He's dressed in tailored slacks and a collared shirt from Volstov, and the heels of his shoes make soft clacking sounds on the floor. He's got a thick book on the Ke-Han language tucked under one arm, Razer's belt in the opposite hand. He takes a seat at the bar, and cracks open the book, setting the belt on the counter.

He glances at the belt.

He's not going to pilfer another cigarette, that would just be rude.]

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[farfairersoul]

[Razer is dressed significantly more casually, in a pair of simple black slacks and a long-sleeved button-up white shirt that isn't quite heavy enough to conceal the tattoo remaining on his right wrist. He's also barefoot, because Phoenix still has his boots.

However, he's also Razer, which means that he wears this limited wardrobe very, very well.

He slips into the seat beside Royston and leans on the bar.]

You would be Royston.

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[explosivetalent]

Razer?

[He chuckles as he shuts his book, eying the man's ears.]

I think you understand why you refer to us as roundears now. It's good to meet you.