2nd Countdown [Audio//Common]

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[Jinx had calmed down a great bit since his arrival, or “kidnappin,’” as he likes to call it. His room was an upgrade compared to his house in the slums and there was free food and alcohol. However, there was one last thing he needed to complain about.]

Does anyone ‘ere have any black powder?

[So what if his was confiscated, there had to be at least

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[farfairersoul]

[Razer didn't respond to Jinx's initial transmission, but he certainly listened in on it. So he knows where Jinx is from, and what he apparently does for a living.]

No black powder, no eco, nothing to build a weapon with.

[Unless you count knives or something.]

In your place, I'd give up and try to find a better outlet.

[Well actually, he kind of has.]

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[Jinx heard his accent, but what really stood out was the man's tone.]

What would you know 'bout eco? And how I outlet my boredom shouldn't concern ya' Sweetheart.

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It concerns me when you feel the need to talk about it over the network on a public channel. If you don't want people nosing into your business, keep it your business.

[Translation: Deal with it, or shut up.]

As for my familiarity with eco, I'm from Kras City. Heard of it?

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Ya' seem like a bundle of joy, eva get out to work on those socialization skills of yers?

[Thoughtful sigh.]

Kras... sounds familiar, but I can't remember the details 'bout it. Care to enlighten' me?

[farfairersoul]

A Havenite, complaining to me about poor social skills? Really?

[Oh that's hilarious.]

Kras City was the combat racing center of the world, not to mention the only place on our entire miserable planet left relatively untouched by any of the numerous wars. Kras thrived while the rest of the world floundered to recover from attack after attack.

[It also became so completely overrun with criminal activity that it was the only thing that really passed as a government. Awesome place, Kras City. Very clean and very dirty.]

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My ol' boss Krew wanted my gang to do some gigs there. Ya' know, sell his shit, n' spy on the zoomers. He was really into the racing biz.