Ash currently was in silence...Either in a huff with him or simply too in thought about this to actually respond. Now, she had needed -him- to deal with the organisation on..Far too many occasions for her liking. Perhaps her purpose here wasn't to actually fight...But, just..Convince him to keep on fighting. He didn't seem like he was going to die easily...A devious smile as she looked over to him, smirking now. It'd be impossible to wap him round her little finger, but still...When there's a will, there's a way, and this meeting HAD to be fate- ...But then -he- would get the credit for dealing with the problems of this land..Not her..And that'd really suck, because she'd be forced to go back to this..Scrounging life. Problems, problems..."..Right, no use standin' 'bout here, is there.."
"Right, right, right! Jeesh, I'm gratefull for that, real, real gratefull...'Cept I ain't gonna repay that kindness by lettin' you annoy me like that, capishe?" Sparrow's eyes closed at that question, eyebrow arching in serene thought. Now that was a good question..There was a difference between hate, anger, and dislike..Right now, her mind was clouded with softening infuriation...So, although she'd like to think it at the moment, she couldn't really tell if it was a strong hatred...Like Axel, or..if she was really starting to dislike -him- or his lack of controll for his emotion? Probably the second one, as it was slightly..Intimidating, kept her on edge. "..Guess it's a mix of things...Dun think hate's one of them, though.."
"..I can't believe you!" She shrieked with the upmost agitation towards how he was responding, a bare foot stamping furiously against the ground as she spat to the side...Aha! Now -that- was how to deal with him when-ever that happened! She would have performed a victorious elbow pump, but...Now wasn't quite the situation. "One: You're forgettin' that I saved your disrespectfull little butt, and two:...You have NO respect for women! Only...Well, wh***s, would let some...Some CREEP kiss them who they -practically- just met! I'm not acting 'anti-social', I just have some damn pride left, s'all! Dunno 'bout you, but my parents managed to teach me the rights'n wrongs of society! You're such a typcal..Guy! What more do I want? For you to stop..Touchin' me!" One more stamp of her foot for affect, and Ash's arms crossed stubbornly against her chest...Ah, that stress was good to get out. Biting him was -also- a method of entertainment.
Ash's eyebrow began madly twitching in utter irritation towards him. Now..This was just spitefull! This was just mean, and hurtfull, and horrible...And spitefull, definately spitefull. How-ever, Sparrow had a short tolerence for this sort of thing, and what was -usually- third times the charm, would be third times the absolute -limit- of Sparrow's calmness. Three strikes it took..And then action would be taken. With a vicious fury, the young woman attempted to fiercely bite his bottem lip...To the point where blood gush out. As if that wasn't enough, a rough knee to the groin area was thrown up...Now, if there was any way to defeat a man, it was definately by something to the..Happy zone...
Success. Sparrow smiled suddenly towards him raising his voice, seemingly unphased by this sudden turn of events. Her hands rested lightly behind her head in an overly relaxed fashion, head bobbing contentedly from side to side as she listened to him, seemingly over-joyed in her odd little way. "(There we go..There's that frustration, seeping all out...) We're on the right road here.." She muttered quietly, slender finger tapping against her lips now as she was lost in thought...Making it seem like his words were passing through one ear and out the other. "..Not relationships, more like one-night flings...Anyhow, not the point. Get a lil' deeper."...How infuriatingly calm Ash was after being practically scared out her wits was worrying, but still..She stood there, smiling, smug and proud.
...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."
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..
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..."
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."
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 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.
...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..?"
"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.
"...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!?"
"...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...
"Watch where ya goi-..." An awkward moment of silence as she fell on her back-side, staring with a frightfully blank look up towards the...Oh God, an organisation member. Wait..-The- organisation member. The wind! Of course...She didn't scream, merely tilted her head up to stare at him- brow raising silently...The screamed command from Alaric caused her to snap sharply into reality- swiftly dragging herself back from the member as the battle took place. Alright, alright..This was hrorible..And she really didn't want to try and fight him again, as the last punch..Had really, -really- hurt. Althouh, if she wanted to help him..There wasn't a choice. Her own key-blade summoned, both small hands intertwined around it; comically running infront of Alaric's direction and skidding to a halt. She was trembling fiercely, but this seemed..Hopeless. All she needed to do was beat him off until Alaric got his key-blade. "The pyro. The one you call 'Axel'...Where is he? Tell me, now!"
"That's more like it!" She grinned manically, head held high (which really didn't do well to hide the light blush on her face) as she strolled out, clenched fists giving a proud sway around her hips as she walked...Suddenly giving a cowardly shudder at the weather beating valiantly against her frame. Wind? Well that was...Odd, to say the least. As this place only got the few carreses of wind, not..Gales like this. "C'mon, hurry up, Princess...I'll protect ya, don't worry...Soo..Just walk 'bout till some shmuck in a black cloak pops up? Now that's my type of work!"
Sparrow gripped his and a little bit more lighter this time as she heaved herself up, staggering tiredly from side to side...Noticing that he seemed a bit more..Detached this morning. Oh, God..And she had really thought the whole 'social awkwardness' phase. A quiet yawn as her small hands casually rested on the back of her head, half-closed eyes staring contemplatingly at the ceiling. "Righteo..What's the plans for today, big guy?"
...And now he was talking to himself. Worrying. She stared blankly towards him, giving a raised eyebrow as immature giggles were stiffled determindly...Ash simply sat thre, eyes constantly opening and flickering shut for a short period before eyeing the lad's key-blade...Definately a pretty thing. Most probably meant for a berserker, rather than..Well, -him-! Perhaps there was some honest to God mistake..? Perhaps the key-blade was meant for someone else, which would explain why he couldn't summon it. Ash pondered this silently, finger raised up to her mouth as she gnawed sheepishly...Did this..This unfortunate -nuisance- of an idiot really mingle with the title of a key-blade bearer? A shadowservant vanisher? Hah..Well, meant for him or not, she'd find who this key-blade belonged to...Or just steal for it herself, deal with the boy, and dual-wield key-blades...It -could- happen!
And Sparrow had continued to give the odd stirr and coy mumble of something either foreign or..Simple rambles that sounded akin to a slight whimper. How-ever, Sparrow would receive a..Simply delightfull view as one eye perked open silently. That one eye continued to linger for a while- until its partner decded to join it..And now the young woman was staring blatantly, if not silently, towards him..Looking curious more than anything else. Then, with scarlet blushing underneath her eyes, Ash tightly closed her eyes...More or less forcing herself into a sleep once more. But still, now she had a great image to focus on when-ever things got too..Stressing.
