Authors' Note:
Nik: Hell's yea! We're back! This fic is set before Jak2, where Erol is young and a very talented racer and... GET OUT HERE KYO! drags Kyoko-kun out kicking and screaming
Kyoko: Why do I have to have a part in writing this note? sits and sulks
Nik: oblivious Because you wrote it dammit! Now see this is just like our usual style of rping a story, the two of us are verry long-standing fans of both Jak and Dax and rping! So What more is there about this fic? Turns to Kyoko expectantly...
Kyoko: is still sulking This is the product of us reading too many fanfics and both of us finaly getting to finishing the damn game.
Nik: chimes in I didn't finish it!
Kyko: glares at Nik for interuptingWe're both rather dissapointed by the lack of fics about Razer, as we (meaning kyoko only since I, Nik, have no searching ability...)have found almost none. And we figure Erol got his... 'flamboyant manerisms' from Razer, as it's likely they've met before, both being in racing and all.
Nik: So without further ado... RELEASE THE YAOI! sits in a randomly appearing throne
Razer leaned against one of the support poles in the Bloody Hook, which despite its horrible music and company, served a decent drink and allowed smoking; a rule which Razer took advantage of at the moment as he took a drag from his cigarette waiting for that bastard GT to show up and give him some more good PR. As the reigning champion of the races in Kras city, he expected little problem winning the national championship this year, even if some new racers were coming in from the drudgery of a place Haven city...
After ordering another drink, he finally saw the brightly dressed sports show host; Razer still didn't understand why his boss would have created such an... odd looking alias, not to mention such an annoying one.) stride into the bar, his usual entourage of cameras following him in. Razer pushed himself away from the table he was leaning on and began to walk towards the man, when he saw GT's eyes catch another person in the room, and hurry away towards him.
"Well, if it isn't our main man contender from Haven! "He yelled, turning on the cameras as the zeroed in on a man sitting in a booth on the far side of the bar. Fiery orange-red hair, vibrant honey-yellow eyes and face tattoos, he merely glanced over at GT when he herd himself mentioned. "Ladies and gents, here we have Erol, the top zoomer racer from our nearest city. Everything about him shows his love for the track. So, how does it feel to be invited to the finals of the Kras City Grand Prix, Erol?"
Razer observed the new contender curiously, not making a big deal over how the newcomer got precedence over himself. After all, a short guy like him probably would throw a hissy fit if the camera went anywhere but himself first. He took another drag from the cigarette as he listened to the red-heads reply to the overly-zealous question from the show host.
"Well, GT, I must say I'm honored to be invited to a competition of this magnitude as Haven has before been left out of such... extravagant affairs such as this." he said, setting his drink down on the table. He stood up, showing his mid-length jacket with the KG symbol off to the camera, and leaned on the table with one hand. "Although it's about time. I haven't had any good competition in years, and patrolling the city streets gets tiring after a while, as does ordering troops to do your every whim." He took a drink from his glass again.
Razer couldn't help but chuckle softly at the other man's glory in the limelight. He held his cigarette and flicked the end just so, making the ash fly like a firework into the wall and to the ground. GT decided that it was boring now to keep to Erol and immediately switched over to Razer. "What about you Razer? Are you worried for your spot at the top of the racing hierarchy with this new racer on the track?" Razer's eyes flashed momentarily to Erol as he replied. "I hardly think he'll be any more challenging than the opponents I've crushed before."
The red-head pushed himself away from the table and walked up to Razer, eyes examining him before he spoke. "You don't look near as threatening as those I've killed on the track before in past seasons." he countered, crossing his arms. GT interrupted the confrontation between them. "ooh, I can feel the tension already! This is gonna be one helluva season, race fans!" He made sure all cameras were focused back on him before continuing. "Be sure to stay tuned for more interviews from our two stars of the competition, and starting next week, the preliminary races! You won't wanna miss it!" He made a motion for a cut, and lowered the mic. "You two are great! Keep it up for the camera, and the ratings will skyrocket!" As the be-wigged man turned and left, Erol gave a quiet sigh and rolled his eyes.
"You aught to keep in mind… Erol was it? That not everyone needs to scar their face to be scary." Razer pressed his cigarette out among many burn marks in the pole as he turned to leave.
Erol stepped out in front of him, stopping the other man. "You aught to keep in mind... Razer... that not everyone needs media to convince the masses to watch them race." he said, eyes narrowed. "You've obviously never been to Haven City." he continued. "The people live to watch me race... and win. I've won every competition since I was thirteen, when I bought my first racing zoomer, and I've been a crowd favorite my entire life, since I built my own hover board and kicked the asses of every prick that thought they were better than me. You may have your media coverage, and some skill, but I've been racing my entire life."
"Save your boasts for the track, I hardly need the publicity, My name is already famous across the city, for reasons other than my prowess on the speedway. From the sounds of it however, it is you who depends on the crowd screaming your name in order to feel good about yourself." Razer stepped around Erol carelessly, his complacent grin ever present.
"I'm confident in my racing skills even without a crowd to back me up. I came here, didn't I? I know us Haven-folk aren't exactly the most... appreciated in a city focusing so much on entertainment and show business. An industrial city barely means a thing to you, and it's well known that Kras citizens think most of us to be homeless bums. Doesn't give me much confidence here, if I rely on an entourage. " He said, not moving.
"Those stale lines you said on the interview suggest otherwise. You're practically grasping at straws. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got better things to do than chat with a militaristic moron with a hobby." Razer shook his head finding the idea of such a guarded place tedious… How much must it tax profits to have those soldiers wandering about all the time? Kras city was a far better place to do business, why would anyone settle for second best?
Erol glared for a moment, before turning back to his table, sitting down with his back to the other racer. He picked up his glass and took a drink, glad for the alcohol to calm his nerves. He had heard that cigarettes had a calming effect as well, but he had always thought it a nasty habit to have. Another reason to add Razer to his list of people to demolish when the races came. "What was that all about, Erol?" the man next to him asked; one of his few friends in the guard that he had invited to come along with him. "Just a small annoyance." He replied, before walking up to the bartender for another glass of scotch.