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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.]