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Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

It had been a lifetime ago since he last found himself in this common room, but Jak had had a long night (and a long morning's not-really-sleeping. Fucking insomnia) and he was hungry. So he was poking through the drawers in search of something that looked edible.

At least with a few months' training on the local alphabet, he could now make out what was soup and what was toilet cleaner.

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"First, I'm going to pour myself a glass of milk," Zack replied, shrugging. "That muffin was dry."

And lo, Zack poured himself a glass of milk. Angeals sang praises unto heaven. Somewhere. Or something.

"And then I'm going to ask you if I should be doing something. You don't really seem like you need me sticking my nose into your business, though."

Jak shrugged. "I can handle my stuff," he said, eloquently, "But I'll give you a call if something comes up." Hey, the more help he brought in, the more likely Torn was to get the stick out of his ass and let Jak back on the streets fulltime.

Zack gave a light nod, and shot Jak an easy grin.

"That sounds fine by me. Any time you need a guy who knows his way around a sword, I'm so that guy," Zack agreed.

And then he was pouring himself some more milk. That muffin so hadn't been blueberry.

"Not too sure about swords," Jak admitted, raising an eyebrow. "And I told you that muffin was bad news." Snickering a little, maybe.

Zack's nose was only a little wrinkled as he finished off the carton of milk and went spelunking for another one.

"Well," he mused into the fridge, "what sort of enemies do you go up against usually? I'll tell you if I can handle them with my sword, easy!"

"KG guards," Jak supplied. "Metal Heads. They take a couple of hits. Mostly armor with very little squishy insides."

Zack was almost laughing as he surfaced from the fridge, then.

"You should have seen the fifteen-foot tall mech that I took down a couple of weeks ago," he shared, conversationally. "What my sword couldn't do to it, a few good spells helped along easily enough. It was kind of... spider-y."

"The Metal Heads are like bugs," Jak described. "Pretty big. I hear they're worse out in the Wasteland."

Insert Zack, headtilting a little.

"I do a lot of missions out in the wastelands, myself. Outside of Midgar, I mean. The city is sort of surrounded by this area that's just... dead. Except for monsters, which like to try to get in whenever they get the chance. Those are my job, too."

"Never been there," Jak specified.

One day, he'd spend a lot of time out there, but shh. Letting him know that now would seriously inhibit his progress.

"What're those like?" While he was still pretending he cared.

"The monsters?" Zack smiled lopsidedly. "Everything from birds that spit thunder to giant land worms. If there's one thing I can say for my world, it's got variety."

And then some.

"They keep a guy on his toes, but at least you get good Gil out of it when they die."

"Gil?" Jak's eyebrows went up. "That anything like eco?"

"I guess that depends on what eco is," Zack replied, blinking. "Gil is just money. Coins, like..." He rummaged through his pocket and then held up a gold coin. "Like this. They don't just drop money, though, so maybe there is something like eco, too?"

Jak blinked at him. "Yeah, no," he said, "Eco is... uh. Energy, I guess." Pause. "In globes."

He wasn't a rocket scientist. "It kind of..." He made squishy motions with his hands. Helplessly.

They were very impressive squishy motions, though! Zack pursed his lips a little, and then pulled a materia from his pocket. This one was Cure! Hooray, Cure!

"Sometimes, monsters drop these, too," he offered. "We call them Materia. They let us cast spells and things, if that helps at all?"

"I guess it's kind of like it," Jak said, shooting the materia a look. "But not really." Most people couldn't use eco.

Unless you were Jak.

Unfortunately, as it turned out, being special like that meant a lot of people wanted your hide. Who knew?

"Close, but no cigar, huh?" Zack shrugged, tossed the sphere into the air and caught it again, and then pocketed it once more. "There's just another example of how different different worlds can be, I guess. Most people look at me weird when I mention that monsters drop anything at all."

Jak shrugged. "Eco makes up people," he said, which was about as much as he knew. "I think. So it's not weird."

Zack pursed his lips a little, thinking long and hard on that one as he stepped out of the fridge. He was pretty certain that if he hadn't found more milk in there now, he was never going to.

"Some people back home talk about this thing called the Lifestream, that every living thing is made up of, and we all go back to it when we die," he offered. "I don't know much more about it than that, but materia might have something to do with it."

He'd know these things for sure if he'd ever paid attention when it was explained to him. But there was so much fidgeting to be done.

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