Episode 10 [Audio // Common]

[blitzmeister]

Well then.

[Someone's not happy! Blitz has spent the last day holled up in his room after dying, hasn't eaten, and it has been interesting. Usually, he'd work his anger off by sparring or spending some good long hours on the track, but uh... he's kind of stuck right now.]

I seem to be missing some personal artifacts. If anyone happens to come

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[seagullmun]

...Yeah, I found something.

Doubt it's yours though...

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[blitzmeister]

You never know with people, the things they have. What'd you find?

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[seagullmun]

Uh... I dunno. Did you have a pet? Like a big yellow guinea pig?

[peck peck peck. Yep. it's dead.]

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[blitzmeister]

[...oh no. No no no no no.]

Ah, no, wouldn't be mine. Never was one for pets.

[brynkitten]

[See this? This is Bryn finding Blitz's chains in the middle of her Italian workbook and not returning them. She's hiding them because she thinks they make him look tacky and detract from what could be an otherwise very handsome older elf. So there. She's keeping them. It's all in the interest of promoting a better image when it comes down to getting him on camera, honest.]

What are you missing?

[If she finds anything else, sure she'll return it. The chains have got to go, however.]

[blitzmeister]

My favourite suit (well, favourite from here), boots, my chains...

[He isn't mentioning his knives, but those are most important to get back after his toupee. He'll find them somehow, or get new ones, once he's able to leave his room and look.]

[brynkitten]

Well I haven't run across anything that I recall being yours...but I do live on deck twelve so I could bring you something if you want. Like, to wear, y'know?

[She so isn't bringing his chains back. If she knew he wanted knives she might hit up the buffet for some steak knives, but oh well.]

[blitzmeister]

[He doesn't trust Bryn enough yet to let her know about his thing with knives, but... he'll trust her enough for fashion.]

Something to wear would be perfect, actually. And a hat, maybe?

[shadesofeco]

I think I found your jacket.

[No one else wears this horrible bright mauve color, Jak hopes.]

[blitzmeister]

You did, hm?

[He's still on edge from his encounter with Daxter. Has he told Jak anything?]

Mind dropping it over? Or shall I come and get it?

[shadesofeco]

[Jak's not completely stupid. Daxter's in the brig, and Blitz is looking for scattered clothing. There's really only one conclusion to draw.]

I'll bring it to you.

[blitzmeister]

[Blitz doesn't doubt the boy's been able to put two and two together, but the million dollar question is whether or not Daxter has told Jak anything about him. Still, if the rat's in the brig and not accepting visitors... there's a chance.]

Wonderful! The door will be open when you get here.

[Now to find something to cover his arms.]

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[farfairersoul]

[Razer's not even going to bother bringing this up on the comms, as he wants to find out what the hell happened to his boss anyway, and returning his knives--which seem to have found their way back to his room, of all places--is a fantastic excuse for that.

Not that he should really need excuse to come see him, but he does like having one. Precursors know he avoids him when he can, just showing up out of the blue would be brilliantly out-of-character and he knows it.

So, he has an excuse. Knock knock.]

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[blitzmeister]

[Blitz looks up when he hears the knock. He's been hawking shipNET avidly, watching and listening for anything else from or about Daxter. He's wearing the clothes Bryn bought him, but he puts his jacket on before he answers. Not letting anyone else see his tattoos would be good.

When he sees it's only Razer, he lightens a bit.]

Razer! To what do I owe the pleasure?

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[farfairersoul]

[In response Razer lifts both hands and flips up Blitz's black-handled makshift knives, one in either hand, between his index and middle fingers. His voice is low, head angled just slightly.]

After all the trouble I went through to craft these for you, I had hoped you would be more careful with them.

[He holds both blades out for Blitz to take.]

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[blitzmeister]

[Blitz wastes no time in grabbing the two knives and moving back in. Razer will follow and close the door.]

Yes, well, things do happen. Not more trouble to get them back than make them, I hope.

[He's tired and just died and hasn't eaten and has had to play nice all day so is just a liiiitle bit cranky.

Okay, more like a lot.]