A weak smile was quietly returned to him, for the sole purpoe of trying to make him feel better...Poor man had went through so much- being stbbed, dealing with troublesome heroes to be, having his belongings stolen...Leaning limply against the wall- sitting down now-, the lass's aquatic eyes closed after a few moments of paranoid gazing around the room...And she settled into an uncomfortable, light slumber, brow furrowing sub-consciously as if there was still some swarming that little mind of her's.
...And Sparrow took that opportunity to quietly crawl off of him, springing up onto her feet with a hand cupped below her chin as she gazed around, looking at it like a piece of modern art rather than a completely empty house of despair. "(Oh, God..Hope it wasn't the Commitee...) D-don't worry, buddy! We'll get what-ever was stolen back, maybe even better stuff! If it's just the Commitee that's stolen i-it, then it'll be real easy..If not..Then..Wel.." Sparrow's head bowed ever so slightly, now giving that artistic stare to her..Well, bare feet. Apparently plotting. "(Alright, second goal towards Hero..Ism..Get his stuff back!)" A solemn nod as she mentally agreed to this, giving a shifty glance over towards the unfortunate lad. "...Owhh.."
"...Then, we're distant comrades..And...I don't think there'll be any traps in here- so..Y'know, find my own way..If ya want..." She nervously mummered, slender fingers prodding together sheepishly as she stared up at him..Seeing his eyes constantly open and shut, half-close, shut..Open..And it repeated itself. Oh, he'd get hell if he dropped her! Still, this was..His house? She certainly didn't trust her new surrondings. Peering through the dark with squint eyes, Sparrow questioningly quirked an eyebrow towards the various rooms and their states...Ash'd be sure to sleep with one eye open tonght.
"Actually, I've been pretty much focusin' on survivin'...Findin' these segments...Scavangin' I guess. The thought of...Someone..Caring for me really didn't cross my mind. Infact, I think you're my first..Aquaintance..."...Saying 'friend' would have seemed needy and degrading. Sparrow blinked some-what up at him, the rigid girl finally getting cosy and enjoying the journey...But still- those idiotic Restoration Commitee didn't know of hopefull scavangers like herself? And..They set -traps-. They didn't go out there and fight, they set traps like little rats! Typical of them, absolutely typical of them..
"...Sometimes I think you just do this for the sake of spitin' me..And you wouldn't have to be sorry if you just trusted me..." She grumbled uncompliantly, slender arms crossing huffily against her empty stomach..."(Wait a minute..What am I complainin' for? Hell, this is how a hero -should- be treated! Not..Force to walk like some common peasant!)" Sparrow almost grinned at the thought, the petite lass managing to somehow arrogantly make every situation into something selfishly brilliant. "..What happens if one of these traps catch one of..Well, the people who don't belong to a faction..The innocents..Like me, for example."
"...Okay, this falls in with the respect rule- no carrying!" Sparrow frowned suddenly, not struggling against him or violently thrashing in any way...Simply looking like the annoyed little Sparrow that she was. It was frightfully clear that on this journey, there was a lot of rules yet to be formed..And this boy would have to be taught how to treat people- not that she knew much about it herself, but..Being treated like a rag-doll was not her idea of how things should've went. "And if you wanted me to walk quicker, then ask..D'ya have any idea where you're goin', princess?"
"Then I'll learn it on the way." She argued quietly with a shrug, hand intertwining tightly with his as she was helped up. Ah, well...Truth be told, that could have went a -lot- wose..A lot better, but a lot worse as well. She wasn't happy with the result, but would have to be content...After all, Ash had spent her life running and hiding, not actually..Fighting. Still plenty of time to learn thogh...And this lad seemed geniunely serious about helping her. A slight wiggle of her nose at him as she immaturely pouted, staring down at his feet. "Haha! One step ahead of ya there, at least my Key-blade knows what's what..Guess it'll just take time, buddy.."
Now, she could have simply grabbed the key-blade, or summoned it, and aimed it at his throat to make the lock mutual...And that's -exactly- what she did, just so he couldn't rub it in her face that she wasn't the best of fighters. Ash smirked ever so slightly as she felt the key-blade carrese her throat, eyes flickering challengingly down to it before focusing her lingering gaze towards his face...The smirk dispersing almost immediately. "Perfect...Cause I don't feel like listenin' to stuff I already know. Now get off, ya shmuck.."
Sparrow's eyes closed slightly as her blade was hopelessly trapped, fists clenching in irritation...Although both eyes now swiftly jerked open as she placed her two palms on the ground, guiding her body to swing both legs at the back of Alaric's knees...And, should it connect, the chances of him still being up-right were..Rare, to be blunt. A small mix of CQC and key-blading..Now that certainly should have got her through most things.
And such a move would be..Absolutely a yawn to block- as her blade was already resting lightly on her shoulders, so it was just a matter of quickly flicking her wrist so the key-blade was resting vertically to deflect his. She tossed a mocking glance over her shoulder at him, now simply bringing her weapon up...More to knock him back by hitting his stomach, perhaps even winding him, than actually going full-blast into trying to stab him.
"...You really are one of the most difficult people I have -ever- met." This statement was whispered casually as she noticed..Just how blatantly ignored she was. The young woman shrugged contemplatingly, slender finger tapping feverishly against the key-blade...Owh, was this exciting or what! Her first battle with her new comrade...And against a key-blader, no doubt! The girl couldn't help but squeak happily, head contently bobbing from side to side. "Okies! Give it all ya got!" An enthuastic thumbs up towards him, the girl now circling hm casually, simply grinning.
"..You ain't listenin' to me, are you...I know how use a Goddamn key-blade! I just..Need to know where to go next. I mean, how'd ya actually -find- an organisation member? Well, s'pose I could get myself known as a threat by takin' care of the lil' nobodies...And there's rules to fighting?" Her expression turned horrified at this, brow raising paranoidly. "...You're jerkin' my leg, ain't ya? There can't b-wait up!" A slight squeak as she scurried fourth determindly- eventually settling for following behind him..Like a lil' ol' lost and confused puppy.
"...Do you have to keep burstin' my bubble like this?" She replied unhappily, seeing the strangled amusement on his face. Oh, God..Now she'd be embarrased to actually bring out the weapon. Her brow furrowed ever so slightly, giving evils to her key-blade..."...It could be worse..Lady Kairi's key-blade was all flowery'n stuff..." A valuable defense, but...It still didn't excuse it. Sparrow tilted her head from side to side, yawning ever so slightly as she slung the key-blade casually over one shoulder. "I know how to use it..But..I'm kinda at a loss of what to do here...I mean, I've got my key-blade..So what now?"
Sparrow blinked twice. She hadn't actually thought of the blade being filfthy and what consquences that may bring...Ash now merely bit onto her tongue in anticipation, flinching slightly as the cloth was wrapped caringly around her hand. The boy was..Far too confusing for his own good. On one hand; he seemed icey, detached...And generally an anti-social egotistic, arrogant so-and-so..On the other, he kept giving signs of being a good person...Oh, he'd be a hard case to figure out- but she'd manage it. The lass stepped back from him and the machine, a victorious smile upon her lips as she extended her palm out...Right, should have been enough time for it to mold together. Her eyes closed to help her in concentration, the grin fading ever so slightly. It had worked! The key-blade chose the correct master this time...Seemed a good deal lighter than what Alaric made it out to be. This key-blade she had actually managed to form intertwined white and red, the end of it looking as if thorns were protruding out the other side.."Now THAT, is what I call a key-blade!"
"We all have to make lil' sacrifies.." A slight frown as she struggled to jerk the knife from the wall, eyes adoringly staring along its dully shimmering edge. Sparrow took a deep breath for courage's sakes, looking fearfully curious as she placed the blade on the flat of her palm. Shuddering violently, she squeezes, gasping slightly as the knife cut through her skin like melted butter...Giving a coy look over her shoulder at him, the girl placed the now lightly bleeding hand over the indents of the tray- the crimson now forming what could seem like two snakes intertwining around a flower..Rose, to be precise. "Tu Fui, Ego Eris.." She whispered loyally, head tilted back to gaze at the ceiling...A blinded grin across her face. "Just a few more moments..."
OOC: *pet pet, purr* ^-^ BIC: "Own lil' key-blade...I'm laughin' on the inside, trust me." Again, the idea that Alaric was trying to be impressive -completely- escaped her mind..And she assumed such a feat was to fight off boredom. Sparrow's gaze lingered grudgingly on the machine, giving the slightest raise of her brow..It had been so long since her family's hands had felt such ice, such an heirlum of duty. She had watched her father doing this enough times- and although her first attempt had failed misreably, Ash Sparrow was absolutely -positive- this would end in success. "Watch'n learn, newbie." A confident grin as she meandered towards the machine, carefully arranging the pieces with the utmost care onto an oddly crimson tray, filled with tiny indents which seemed to consist more of imprinted knuckles rather than anything else. Hands behind her head nonchalantly, the young woman's eyes dangerously flickered along certain controls, a grim slash of determination upon her mouth. After around five to ten minutes of awkwardly pulling and twisting various vials and levers, Sparrow gently shoved in the segments to what seemed like a giant boiler with her foot, where the shards would disappear into darkness..."Ehhh...Got anythin' sharp with ya..? Besides your wit, pretty-boy."
OOC: Hey, probly gonna go after this one *Huggles*...Red bull's wearing off..xD BIC: "Fine, but we're makin' rules if you're randomly gonna stalk me! Number one: No forced kissing, as it's really..Odd and degrading, two: No followin' me into places at..Awkward times...And three: You play with fire, baby, you're gonna get burnt. And..If I get in a fight and get whooped, then I'm gonna hold ya personally responsible. I'm strict, but...Follow these'n we'll get along like weird cloaks and the Organisation." A suddenly bright wink as she went over these rules, on her tip-toes as she happily swayed back and fourth, hand behind her back as her eyebrow arched comically. "Dealio?"
"You selfish son of a wh***...I saved your damn well life, boy! No, you're right..That wasn't a sacrifice, that was -stupidity-. Should've let them kill you off...Would've been -so- much more fun to watch..." She hissed foully, a calm whisper, something which made it all the more acidic. Her arms crossed stubbornly as she hatefully glared at him, fists twitching in restraint not to simply punch his lights out..."No, you do it because you're a using, forcefull, aggresive control-freak trying to pose as a male. And if I really annoy you that much, then just GO! I dont' got patience for some...Some -shmuck- who obviously only cares for himself!"
A high-pitched, though muffled scream as her fists slammed valiantly against his chest, so infuriated that she could have really just strangled at him at that precise moment..Although didn't quite manage it. Although somehow, she felt utterly..Hurt, at being so casually used in such a way. So much to the point where her tightly closing eyes watered up uncontrollabley once more..."Get out." She simply commanded, unable to look him in the eye for what he had done- shoving the bag full of the segments to him, before simply turning around and..Waiting for him to go. "Now."
"(Alright..This guy wants some lady-like little gal, that's what he's gonna get)" As she was turned around (the cheek of it all), a fluid, and yet something with every inch of her strength added to it, slap was aimed at his face..Now, it probably wouldn't even briefly compare with getting stabbed twice..But there was -bound- to be one horrid sting to it. Maybe even a mark left on his face for a few seconds, brigt and throbbing. "And -I- have the blood to supply you with a suitable key-blade! So don't you -dare- touch me ever again, or I will force-feed you some very PRIZED parts of your own anotomy. Then again, it'd probably be like swallowin' a twig, wouldn't it?" And with this, Sparrow jerked her head up, proud, arrogant..The image of a noble.
