Jak? I do hope you haven't forgotten already. I'm waiting.

[Razer is outside Camp Carnival. He checks the time.]

Nine o'clock seems a perfect time to go play in the dark, don't you think?

[Locked to Erol // 90% Unhackable]

Commander, give me just a moment after we're over the threshold. We'll both have to work fast to manage this.

[/Locked ( Read more... )

[Hello, ShipNET! Razer's voice sounds completely normal for the first time since the attack on Ganondorf, and he is quite obviously pleased with this fact.]

Thank Mar. That went on quite long enough, I think.

[He sighs heavily; he may sound pleased, but he's also very tired. He hasn't slept in a while.]Does anyone else feel like sleeping for ( Read more... )

Is this just how it's going to be from now on?

[Razer sounds distinctly younger, and not half as upset as he should be. Just...exasperated. Defeated. Exhausted.]

I'd really like to go a week in my proper body. Just a week.

This is insane.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but don't punishments for killing usually end when one leaves the brig?

[Razer is back in his room. He's showered, changed clothes, and is currently having a much-needed drink. He'll be out and about for the entire boat to bother later. ♥]

More than three days seems a little excessive.

[There's a little bit of distortion to the text, a little degradation. It might take a few seconds to show up completely on the network, flashing in in patches first.]

Phoenix.

Next time you want to enlist me to join one of your little vengeance parties, don't.

[Someone's in the brig.]

We'll talk about this more when I get out of here.

[Razer is nine years old.

Razer is nine years oldHe's also standing in the middle of the buffet, glaring at a girly bicycle, wearing clothes that don't look like they could ever possibly fit him--and a macaroni necklace--and being generally pissed ( Read more... )

[The click of a lighter, a beat of silence, then another click shut. There's a loooooong pause, then the quiet sound of a very clearly pleased exhale. Another moment of silence.]

Jak~

[Razer sounds entirely too pleased with himself.]I met your great-great--and so on for however many generations it is--grandson today ( Read more... )

As I can't really think of any better way to verify this without dragging myself all the way up to the infirmary--

Ah...what was it?

AMU.

[Razer is very clear-spoken, almost businesslike. Pose a question, wait for an answer, move forward from there.]How well-versed are you in the business of skin grafting? With everything else you can do, I ( Read more... )

I would simply like to say that if this is permanent, I may have to hurt someone.

[Razer had really hoped that he'd wake up with his ears back this morning. No such luck, of course.]I generally don't dislike the Captain. He's amusing, intriguing, and I would rather like to know more about him ( Read more... )

[Razer has left Erol's room for the first time since Blitz skinned his arms. He's doing well, to be fair, but this level of healing is very slow, so he's still sleeping too much and feeling much more pain than he usually appreciates ( Read more... )