Feldar's quarrel

"...Wouldn't you like to know.." She mimiced immaturely, giving an severly irritated glance over towards Alaric..Gratefull, but annoyed at the member's response. Although..He was still there! There was a chance t redeem herself yet. The girl (cluelessly) ran forward, skidding roughly to a halt as she reached the member..Aiming to place a throat upon his throat to keep him pinned. Probably wouldn't work, but...Worth a try. "Alaric..Nice job. Truth be told, didn't think ya'd actually survive that...Anyhow! Tell me! You don't have hearts, why didn't he finish me off! What's the dealio there...ANSWER!" Sparrow felt estatic at finaly getting her hands..Or feet, even, one of the organisation...Well, only thanks to Alaric that this could happen. It could have simply been called Karma- as she -did- help him...

 

"...Xaldin?" A slight blink as she racked her brain for that name, slender finger casually put to feathery lips. "...Xaldin, Xaldin..Nup, don't ring a be-D'aw crap!" Ash spluttered, after seeing his brave attempt to fight off the organisation member in a blind fury...And getting -impaled- in the -chest-...Now that wasn't going to end well, was it? She staggered up, glaring conspiciously towards Xaldin with her fists constantly clenching and opening..They were too powerfull for her, but that didn't mean she couldn't keep repeatedly running at the damnable Nobody! "..Xaldin!...You really need a shave buddy.." She reminded somewhat childishly, head bobbing from side to side at his...Somewhat amazing facial hair. Err, anyhows..."...I mean..Erm.." Ash helplessly glanced towards Alaric, unable to help him, or even fend off Xaldin...God, she was beginning to feel more like the damsel in distress than the hero here.

Sparrow backed away helplessly, eyes widening at the little speach he delivered. Xaldin killed his mother..The commitee killed his.."...Doesn't anyone have a sense of morales these days!?"

 

"Yeah...Get a hair-cut." Sparrow tilted her head up, a spidery finger flicking her nose as she prepared herself for the..Sheer agony of it all- and the whole..Dying thing was going to take a lot of courage. She fearfully glanced towards Alaric, fists trembling with either restraint or terror as her gaze moved back to what could possibly be her murderer..."The name's Ash Sparrow, dweeb, get it right..." Her eyes closed tightly now and then, key blade appearing in her grip as she bowed her head...Ashamed at how this was going to end. She hadn't got anywhere -near- getting revenge or even fame, but...Still, at least she had a good comrade like the boy. Not to mention she'd made a really odd key-blade.

 

...And if this wasn't a sign from God that her purpose was to live on and fight the organisation (...Well, she hadn't actually -fought- one so far, it was Alaric's work and his alone), then nothing was. The beam of light...He looked just like the Tapestry. "...Sora.." She quietly whispered, hands tremling from both fearfullness and the adrenaline seeping through her veins. He should have been dead by now...A silenced gasp as her hand slowly raised up to her mouth, backing away a few steps...

Was Xaldin..Dead? He was dispersing into darkness...Stabbed in the area where his heart should have been. Her own heart sank heavily as she sprinted towards Alaric, absolutely determined to keep his balance up-right. How..Could she get him through this? She could always try pointing his own key-blade at him..It seemed to be full of miracles. Still, if it just -happened- to cast a fireball at him..Alaric wouldn't be so gracefull with his forgiveness. "...You're too brave for your own good..." Sparrow surreptitously cooed, one hand extending out to brush away a strand of raven hair from his face. "..I'm so sorry..I shouldn't have...I didn't mean to get you involved, y'know..?"

 

The faintest breath of relief as the promising smile was aimed up at her. The petite lass gripped her own key-blade firmly in her grip, gently biting onto her bottem lip..Looking petrified, amazed, and yet oh-so smug all at the same time. "Xaldin...Well, guess it'll have to be Organisation twelve now..." Sparrow's eyes closed as she placed her hand lightly over his wound...No particular intention involved, just to see how he would react to such a thing. Although..At least he got revenge. He could put -that- to bed at least. Ash's head bobbed to and fro, utterly disappointed at just how..Weak, she seemed back there. Bloody Organisation just had a way of tossing her around like a rag-doll, that was all.

 

OOC: Was never angry with you, silly. *patpat*

BIC: "Yeah, fine, real fine.." A slight, even confused chuckle followed these words, large eyes now gazing in a silenced thought towards the sky. Did she..Even want to be a renowned hero..Or was it just a need for revenge against Axel? After all, she hadn't actually -dealt- with any of the organisation members..That was Alaric. Her brow furrowed quietly as she now stared down towards the young lad, questioning, and yet..Still holding that glint of sagely knowing behind her eyes. "...You're a woman trapped inside a man's body? The Restoration Commitee are infact just a bunch of booze-pirates who aren't actually interested in helping anyone but themselves..? Hell, I'm ready for anything."

 

The reply (on both parts) was completely unexpected. For the first ten minutes of awkwardness, large eyes stared blankly towards him...As if she hadn't quite registered these words. And then, with one deep breath of acknowledgement, Sparrow offered a sweetly knowing smile. "You're not a people-person, I know that...Hell, you're anti-social. You've..Probably never experienced..Love...Now, there might be a -slight- attachment, but you'll get over it." A coy wink towards him, seemingly turning icey...Although she really was trying to distance herself from the topic as much as possible. She needed to deal with all of the problems of this land first, then she could skip around with Prince Charming here..."'Cept for that pearl of wisdom, I really dunno how to reply."

 

Sparrow's heart simply sank with worry about how he was acting. He was displaying a little iceyness of his own, obviously trying to handle it as best as he could..But, the girl was experienced in these things- and she knew that the iceyness would soon form into aggression...Towards either herself, himself, or..Someone else. She went silent with resentfull fear, slender fingers intertwining nervously with just how his reaction was going. Or..Perhaps he as geniunely over it- perhaps agreed with what she said, and got over it. "Erm..Not really..."

 

Now, Ash knew that she needed to be -extra- cautious about not offending him. Other-wise, the sheer frustration that he was carelessly showing..That'd be unleashed on -her-. And it would NOT be pretty. How-ever, perhaps it was the stress of injury that was getting to him? Not..Not that little situation back there. The young woman shivered all of a sudden, being sure to keep out of his sight..Out of sight, out of mind. It was odd how men usually responded in such a way as he was doing- she had seen it happen with other couples on rare occasions...Hmm. Must have been an ego/alpha-male thing...

"That's the spirit! Buut...It's gonna take a while for that to happen..Unless they can sense another's pain..

 

...Unsurprisingly, young Ash didn't believe him in the -least-. She was silenced for a few moments, unsure how to deal with such a matter. Infact, unsure how -he- should have dealt with such a matter..The chances of his rage just bubbling away were...Slim, oh so slim. Perhaps...Right, this hero was going to be done with it, and simply..Talk about it, perhaps get all that irritation he was feeling out the way so they could continue hunting down those (literally) heartless gits with-out any awkwardness in their relationships. "...Nope, screw the organisation- we're gonna have a talk, me'n you, you'n me...What's the attitude about, buddy...? Seriously, when we're done with these guys, you'll have all the girls ya want; tall, blonde, cute, young'n old, tanned'n pale. Things'll turn out for the better, trust me."