Seventy-Eighth Mission [OPEN COMMENTLOG]

[shadesofeco]

[Jak's out of the brig.  Actually, he's been out for most of the day, but after taking the time to raid the medical bay for bandages to cover his wrists and ankles, and to bind his ribs -- the Major broke quote a few in their scuffle -- he's holed himself back up in his room with Daxter.]

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[does_everything]

This place is gettin' to us, Jak. [Daxter states this as if it weren't the obvious.]

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[shadesofeco]

[Jak's sitting on the bed, looking down at his hands. Being in that chair rattled him more than he'll admit out loud.]

Yeah. I know.

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[does_everything]

[Distraction, distraction.] There's one good thing! Babes are totally more eager to smush you to their boobs. I tell you what, you can never get enough of that stuff Jak, you really can't. I mean, Ashelin's a lot more icy than I remember but hey, if there's anything Daxterous Maximus likes, it's a challenge.

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[shadesofeco]

[Not anymore they won't. But that does get Jak's attention, and he quirks an eyebrow at the ottsel.]

You're going after Ashelin?

[electronichound]

[There's a knock at the door, Jak!]

[shadesofeco]

[He's not really in the mood for visitors, but he trudges to the door and opens it anyway. He blinks in surprise.]

Batou.

[electronichound]

Jak.

[Batou grabs Jak by the front of his shirt and yanks the elf out of his room, then turns and tosses him down the hallway.]

Run. I'm coming after you and then I will hurt you.

[Of course, there's a tachikoma laying in wait for you, Jak. You only have the illusion of escape.]

[shadesofeco]

Urk!

[Okay, Jak should have seen that coming. He skids on his back down the hallway, then curls on his side for a second, ribs grinding painfully.

Glaring back over at Batou, he slowly gets to his feet, but he doesn't run. He wouldn't run.]

[nottheaveragekg]

[Someone's just passing through. Except she isn't just someone. If she doesn't hear an answer in the next few seconds, she'll move along. She leaves a knock on Jak's door.

Anyone home?]

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[shadesofeco]

[It takes him a few seconds to drag himself up off the couch. Batou beat him badly, he's bruised and bleeding and his healing ribs are now joined by even more breaks. There are piles of bandages on the table from where he's been trying to patch himself up, somewhat unsuccessful with his broken fingers.

Limping to the door, trying to avoid putting too much weight on his injured foot, he leans against the wall and unlocks it.

In short, he looks a hot mess.]

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[nottheaveragekg]

[The sound is almost like music. She listens carefully, doesn't move a muscle until she thinks it's safe. Then she pushes his door open and peers around inside. He's obviously in there, because if he isn't, she's probably walked into some very nasty trap.]

Jak.

[Damn. The guy's been fucked over big time. She considers inching out the door to go find something for him, then decides against it. If she leaves him on his own, who knows what'll chew him up and spit him out.]

Someone got to you. Why aren't you staying in the medical bay?

[Because she's ready to grab, hoist you over a shoulder in your crumpled mess and then take you up there by force.]

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[shadesofeco]

[He squints at her. Ashelin? At least she didn't look like she wanted to add to his collection of injuries.]

I c'n handle it.

[He slowly pushes himself back away from the wall and limps over to the couch, sitting down a little harder than he intended. It makes him wince, then let out a shaky breath. Batou was good at what he did. He hadn't been worked over so thoroughly since prison.]

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[ecopiracy]

[Phoenix honestly has no idea that Jak's room is on this deck. He's simply exploring for the sake of learning more about this ship and looking for anything he can possibly use to get off of it.]

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[shadesofeco]

[As much as Jak doesn't want to leave his room quite yet, he is hungry. Six days of cold gruel in the dungeon has left him with a hell of an appetite, and he grudgingly steps out into the hallway in search of food.

He doesn't even notice the other man at first, too wrapped up in his own thoughts.]

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[ecopiracy]

[Jak's exit is unexpected, and Phoenix very nearly runs into him. The apology is on his lips before he realizes that that blond hair and short figure is familiar.]

My apologies-

You.

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[shadesofeco]

[Woah! Jak takes a step back to avoid bumping straight into the man. He raises an eyebrow. Those ears ...]

Do I know you?

Do you wanna do this post- or -pre beatup?

[blitzmeister]

[Of course he's going to drop by for a little visit. Oooof course. And you can definitely be sure he's got his two hovercams with him, as well.]

Oh my, so many options. Post?

[shadesofeco]

[dkflsjkldjfd Jak just wants to sleep. And there are yet more people lining up to get a piece of him. It takes him a while to get to the door, limping on his thankfully well-bandaged foot.

Finally he cracks it open. Hey Blitz, guess who looks like shit.]

Post is good~

[blitzmeister]

[Blitz raises a hand in a slight wave when the door opens and WOW Jak looks like shit. The beating Batou gave him wouldn't leave any less, on top of what happened during his little stay in the brig. But still, WOW.]

Jak, my boy! I know you're probably tired of the all the people and attention, but I just wouldn't to stop by for a few words. Mind a chat at all?

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[shadesofeco]

[Jak fixes him with a weary glare, then steps back and leaves the door open, hobbling back over to the couch to sit down. Come on in, Blitz.]