Feldar's quarrel

And that certainly did irk her into silence...DAMN! And she was feeling so brilliant for her smug comments earlier, feeling so proud at getting such a fierce glare from him..And now that was completely -ruined-. Ah, well...She wasn't here to socialise, she was here to help herself to become the greatest success known to this morbid place...A dreamy sigh as her mind wandered- she could just imagine it. The great Ash Sparrow, who bravely fought and dealt with each one of the cruel Organisation and came out the victor! So strong, swift, pow-"OUCH!" A sharp yelp as her day-dreaming antics caused her to clumsily slice a..Rather formed rock against her hand, blinking rapidly at the crimson veins now slithering down her arm.

Yes, -this- was the mighty hero to be...The destroyer of evil, someone who squeaked at getting a tiny cut...Had she seen herself, a more disappointed sigh would have left her lips. Ash didn't look over to him, slightly embarrased, merely continued on...Giving an excusing, calmer cough into her slightly clenched hand. "Found anythin' yet..?"

 

"...I'm stronger than you'll ever dream to be.." She hissed defiantly through clenched teeth, a defensive glare aimed hatefully towards the lad. "Not as if I need to prove myself to -you-, anyways..." And with that insulted grumble, she stiffly went back to pityfully scraping, giving the slightest squeak of effort as a not-too-heavy block of rubble was thrown away. Well, Ash was living in horrible conditions..So it would only be natural for her strength to be..Pathetic, at best. Some hero this girl was going to be. "AHA!" The girl victoriously claimed after the tense moment of severly irritated silence, spidery fingers clasping around the oddest piece of rubble ever seen..Infact, almost looked like a...

"Key-blade shard! Just like my father designed it!" From the looks of it, the segment would most probably be the actual -blade- of the key-blade...Unique, dangerous, activated by the Sparrow's family blood for best effect..It was a barbaric ritual, something that could literally turn any witnesses hair to the most deathly white. Although..With-out it, the great deity Sora wouldn't have been so..Successfull in his earlier quests.

 

...Well, he was certainly more cheerfull than what he was...Of course, poor Sparrow didn't understand this to be mocking amusement. She frowned unhappily, sub-consciously moving her chin away from his direction in a show of contemptous distrust...Ash hadn't actually thought of that, but following him could be..Oh so beneficial. Like, maybe she'd accidently set fire the place. Oh, the possibilities were endless! And so, with a cluelessly cruel grin on her face, the lass almost obediantly followed behind him..Although how was he going to get her in? Say that she was someone wanting to join..?

Oh, God, and she'd have to smile and nod along...Her stomach felt twsited at the very thought. "...The commitee...They trust ya, right..?"

 

"You fought with the organisation!?" Sparrow's already giant eyes widened in shock, an almost..Mysterious glint of hope forming in the mischievous pools of aqua. Although he had..Lost..Now that was certainly disheartening, although she pressed that doubt to the back of her mind- all the sudden interested in every step and breath he took. "W-Who? How many? Did you see that Axel guy, is he big?" The bombardment of..Seemingly irrelevent questions halted, the girl moving almost excitedly to his side...That distrust now melted away, knowing he had fought the organisation.

"...Such a merry place.." She commented with a hopefull grin, which was gradually dying as she noticed just how plain their..Hide-out was. Still standing, yes..But she'd always thought the Commitee would have more OMPH to their..Well, building of business.

 

Ash's hope was simply beaming now. In an admiring look of respect, Sparrow's smile simply shot from ear to ear now. She didn't have skill- but she had a hell of a lot of luck!...And, hopefully, would soon have a keyblade. Two out of three! Now there was -bound- to be a slight chance of success with those! She didn't really put much thouhht into what his genius plan could be, but she was too busy day-dreaming to actually..Think it could be something she wouldn't want to cooperate with. A frightfully blank stare at him as he spoke, head tilted to the side like a confused puppy. And, just like said obediant, utterly confused puppy, she cluelessly meandered infront...

Oh, God, what was this going to be? What if he accused her of being one of the organisation's little lap-dogs (or Lap-Sparrows in this case)..This could be an ambush, so he could keep the piece...Ohhh, there was simply a horrid feeling that came along with this.

 

Sparrow went pale as milk. No hero in the history of -life- would probably have to deal with such an event happening..Why couldn't he have said sister? Niece? Aunt? Third cousin removed twice? Oh, God..This'd just be the first step to becoming stronger. But then he asked for -proof-...He wouldn't have to prove a family member, ohhh no...She swallowed quietly, her heart resting in her stomach as she mouseishly stepped forward, the most sweetest, delicate smile she could muster on her features now as she snuggled herself underAlaric's arm. Her head rested lightly against his chest as she looked to the one known as 'Leo'.

"Mhmm.." She purred soothingly, eyes glinting with a mischievous look to them. "You'd love that, wouldn't you..I know I would. But still...Such antics aren't meant for public eyes, Leo.."

 

"Thankies!" Ash appreciatively chirped, head tilted happily to the side...Doing a rather good job of hiding this..Odd, feeling of butter-flies in her stomach. The girl's nose wiggled ever so slightly as she walked compliantly with Alaric- making sure nobody was keeping an eye on them before hastily splitting from his side..Oddly enough, no complaints were mummered in spitefullness..Sparrow simply walked on, eyes melting a deep in thought stare towards the ground.

"(What if he's right..What if this is all just a dream? I'm not...I'd be an odd hero, but still...Could I even be one...? No, no...He's just shallow'n selfish'n only concerned with gettin' his stupid inheritance stuff...)" Her head now raised ever so slightly, Sparrow beamed a thoughtfull grin towards the ceiling. "...The Restoration Commitee..Kill..People...?"

 

"...Hmm, maybe once I'm done with the organisation, I'll have to make time for these guys..." Sparrow almost smiled. Almost. There was some confidence that kept these unrealistic ideas from being day-dreams, something that told her this would succeed...And if she could just keep this lad on her side..Well, things would become a hell of a lot more easier. He had dealt with the organisation before, apparently..Perhaps he'd know a bit more than he was letting on.

Ash wiggled her nose childishly at him in defiance, eyes squinting ever so slightly. "...I'm gonna hold it 'gainst ya for the rest of my lfe, y'know that...Anyhow, is it just that lil' shmuck guardin' the door, or..?"

 

"...Girlfriend untill I get that damn segment back..." She reminded him almost gleefully, slender fingers tapping together in plotting as her large eyes steadily regarded the lift...Perhaps they should have focused on restoring their own hide-out before trying to 'help' others. Well, more become a giant nuisance...But even this faction were needed to keep a tiny, worthless fraction of law to the Organisation's crimes. She gave one long, hardened look towards Alaric..."And don't boss me 'round, boyo!" Oh, God..That lift looked like a tight squeeze...Ah well, there was bound to be a few sacrifices made in order to get her beloved key-blade..

 

ooc: Yep yep, just went into third year yesterday. =D Which means I'sa fourteen irl..^-^ Soz, I'sa try not to get distracted any more. >-<

BIC: "...I'm -fifteen-, you buffoon. Get it right. And..And...I'm a hero in trainin', which means it doesn't matter what age I am and -I'm- the stronger one, so I get to boss -you- 'round! Hah, how'd you like them apples!?" An overly smug grin aimed towards him, the petite lass offering a casual dust of her shoulders as she gazed in his brown eyes, smirking now. Ninteen..Only ninteen? And the boy lived after a face-off with the organisation? Now that certainly required some skill. Or possibly luck.

She strolled into the elevator casually, small hands intertwined behind a narrow back. "And we will get somewhere...I 'get' out the door and you get to carry on bein' these guys' lil' kiddy to punt around for giggles."