Razer was, as usual, looking for clothes. At this point he was hunting for something with long sleeves, long enough to cover scars--and bandages, he did still have to wear those for another week over the new skin--but loose enough not to apply too much pressure to the residual wounds
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Damas blinked once. He couldn't place that accent, not right away, but he remembered the conversation over the communicators fairly quickly.
Ah, how rude of me. My name is Razer. And you?
His interest was piqued, though-- so this was the man who belonged to that voice. "Razer, is it not?" He gives a light sort of smile, "I was just finishing my exploring of the whole of this ship."
Razer offered a slanted smile, as much confirmation of his identity as any verbal response. "Quite the interesting place, hm? I trust you've already seen the field and the caves, this deck hardly even ranks in comparison."
He turned to nudge a suitcase on his left off the top of a rather minimal stack, watching it pop open when it hit the floor and leaning over to look into its contents.
"So, is that all the brings you down here?" He looked back toward the Wasteland king, almost sideways, eyebrows arched. "Not that you couldn't use some new clothes, yours do look rather worn, but if you're anything like Jak--" Which, being a descendant of the aforementioned religious superfigure, Razer assumed Damas should have been. "--then I don't assume you're really interested in shopping."
Damas kept his hands in place behind his back, and stood very still. "'Interesting' is the word most often at the tip of my tongue. There is more to the ship than I thought there could be." He glances at the other suitcases, wondering briefly what they could contain.
"I have no need for any goods as of this moment." He watched Razer carefully, "I can only assume that is why you are here."
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Ah, how rude of me. My name is Razer. And you?
His interest was piqued, though-- so this was the man who belonged to that voice. "Razer, is it not?" He gives a light sort of smile, "I was just finishing my exploring of the whole of this ship."
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He turned to nudge a suitcase on his left off the top of a rather minimal stack, watching it pop open when it hit the floor and leaning over to look into its contents.
"So, is that all the brings you down here?" He looked back toward the Wasteland king, almost sideways, eyebrows arched. "Not that you couldn't use some new clothes, yours do look rather worn, but if you're anything like Jak--" Which, being a descendant of the aforementioned religious superfigure, Razer assumed Damas should have been. "--then I don't assume you're really interested in shopping."
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"I have no need for any goods as of this moment." He watched Razer carefully, "I can only assume that is why you are here."
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