And by God, did that little jibe get her fired up. She spun around once more with a hell-fire glare, a slender finger pointing accusingly towards him...Oh, no-one had annoyed her like this before. Swiftly, she moved forward- perhaps forcing him to back away, and even if he didn't..Rough shoves would be aimed at his chest. "Alright, -Princess-. I mean, you're obviously Prince Charmin', the man of the house..Shouldn't you be doin' the -savin'- and not the Damsel in distress role? Because..If I remember right, it was -you- I saved. If I remember right, you were a little helpless servant, isn't that right..?" At the end, her voice turned into a mocking coo, clenched fists now on her hips almost comically. "You're actually deluded enough to call yourself a man..? Someone -obviously- needs to get a grip on reality here." And with that, she spun around on her foot, aiming to stamp away with a loud 'Hmph!'
"Y'know what must've been fun? Being the commitee's loyal lil' slave. I mean, it must've been soooo easy..Lick a few shoes here, grovel...Tell them how -magnificant- they look when you really hate them to the point where you're willin' to work against them..It must take a really worthless guy to do all that stuff.." Sparrow commented this all casually- as he was annoying her for annoying him, so she'd annoy him back which would -probably- make him want to annoy her even more..Which would undoubtedly lead to her taking a cheap shot at him... The inside of the room was far worse than the outside, debris scaling the cracked and forgotten walls- the oddest looking machine full of odd little nooks and crannys against one of the walls..That too was covered in some icky green stuff. "Here we are..."
...He really did know how to get on her nerves. She paused awkwardly for a while, her back rigid and facing him- when suddenly a dark, iced whisper coyly escaped her lips. "The name ain't 'cutie', princess. You can learn that the easy way or the hard way..." And with that she continued her steps towards the city, carrying on the journey in insulted silence..Well, that was a grand magic trick he had learned..As not many people could shut the girl up. After this..Seemingly eternal moment of awkwardness reached the end, the two would find themselves at a rather desolate part of the city..Seems like decay and Nobodies hadn't made their way in this bit. She stood contemplatingly infront of an oaken door, simply glaring at it for a few moments... Before letting her hand grasp the handle tightly, taking a hesitant step in.
"Nup." She quickly replied, not thinking anything of it more than just for politeness' sake..A slight tilt of her head as she looked at him, curious about the organisation member..Control over wind, over lances..How odd, how odd...But why, -why- didn't he kill her? He could have gave her a warriors' death, but noooo...it was really quite typical. "I don't care what you think...I mean, I know that I'm strong'n stuff, so..Let's just move on, okays? Need to head back into the city- Jacob's lil' machine-thingy should still be in his partner's building, if I remember right...."
"You're just jealous 'cause my ego's bigger than your- luck? -Luck-!? That was skill and utter...Yeah, it was luck. Dunno why he didn't kill me though..Would've been -easy-." A slight chuckle as she realised..Just how far this luck could take her in life. Shaking her head gratefully, the girl casually dusted off her own shoulders...Before letting her palm carrese that aching black eye of hers. Oh, God..These goggles were absolutely useless. "..Anyhow, just need some time and a sharp thing...I have my father's blue-prints -right- here..."
"Don't mention i-I saved you?" Her brow shot up in cautious alarm, this realisation absolutely shocking Sparrow..Until a rather proud look came about her face, completely forgetting about the injured one she was -supposed- to be looking after. "Ha ha ha! How the tables have turned! Now you -have- to admit I'm a hero! I-I saved someone's life! I can't believe it, I actually stood up to him and...Partially saved someone!" Starry-eyed and grinning madly, the absolutely hysteric gigge carried on for a good while. "My first stepping stone to fame and glory!...Errr, anyhows..I'm not really not sure how to help ya out here..I can't..Heal.."
...Heroes went through some horrible abuse. Being slapped around, stabbed, punched...Kicked, badly mutilated..Sparrow found herself with one palm over a black eye in pain, along with barely keeping the lad on his fee-oh God, he was dead!...No, wait, he was just unconscious. And bleeding profusely...Oh, buggery. Sparrow's eyes almost comically flickered from side to side, an eyebrow arched in question towards her new surrondings- Simple plains, insignificant blades of grass poking out from the soil on which they stood. If she remembered right, this place was..Renowned for the masses of Heartless and Nobodies squabbles... A rapid series of blinks as she forced her glance toward her poor partner, now lying down on the ground...By God he was brave. Weak, but brave. "...Buddy? Pal? Best..Best buddy? C'mon, wakey-wakey..Shmuck could be comin' here any moment...RISE'N SHINE, SWEET-HEART!"
...She'd imagine that turning out in an entirely different way. Mainly with the opposing member dead, Alaric gratefull and with a new-found respect for her, and with the key-blade in her hand..Instead, she found herself in an awkward stage of awakening from unconsciousness in a small heap on the floor. Her eyes fluttered open delicately, a slight moan as her head was..Absolutely throbbing. He hadn't..No, she wasn't even stabbed. "(...Wait, so he gets the full attack and I just get a lil' slap to the side!? Oh, that is -so- unfair!)" Although as the lance was thrust into his arm, Ash literally felt herself cringing. Now at the member's side- Sparrow was almost silent as she charged towards him, aiming for a harsh shoulder-barge.
"..Wait, this is it! This is fate throwin' me a bone here! Now..If I can just save him, beat this jerk...Then the key-blade -has- to pick me!" A victorious elbow-pump at this idea, as if it wasn't blatant suicide. And so, totally ignoring Alaric's warnings (silly girl could be so pig-headed at times), Sparrow determindly stepped infront of him..So -this- was an organisation member. This was one of them that destroyed her life...They had one helluva sense of fashion, she'd give them that. A confident/clueless smirk as one knee raised ever so slightly, one fist obediantly at her side and the other up at the ready. "Hmph. And what a time to pick a dud, as well...No matter. I'll just have to deal with ya quickly, won't I.."
Suddenly, her small palm extended towards it- not daring to touch the blade, although simply pointing the middle of her palm towards it. By God she tried to call it to its true master (thinking that would be herself), but no matter how much will power she strained into it..Nothing happened. It remained with he boy..."No.." She hissed regretfully, hand now falling limply at her side. It didn't...Respond to her. Ah, well...The chances of her having -their- blood was almos unimaginable. Still, it was worth a try.."Wow..The key-blade sure picked a dud this time..."
"You.." There was a sickening, absolutely horifically feeling of jealousy sinking down her stomach as she stoicly regarded what was in the casket. At first, she really did think it was a corpse..But then it turned out to be some blasted set of armour and a weapon. Gah! -She- was supposed to be the hero here,so why was she stuck with some silly piece of paper while -He-, a mere helper, got something so...Magnificant. A deep breath was inhauled, almost as if some terrified scream was going to leave the soft lips of hers...But no. A hollow laugh as her head tilted back disturbingly, small fists clenching at her sides with a passion. "(You're funny. Reaaaaally funny..Honoustly, I'm in -hysterics- right now, because it's just so GODDAMN FUNNY!)" An infuriated thought as she drew daggers towards the older lad, before returning stoic.
"A c-corpse, huh..No problemo, no biggie, nothing..Exceptionally troublesome.." The girl hesitantly toddled fourth behind him, keeping herself a good distance from the casket. Surely his parents wouldn't place something in a -casket-, for God's sake..Unless they had a freakishly morbid sense of humour from this sort of thing. Silence, she gently gnawed onto her middle finger, chuckling timidly to herself..Trying her best to think only encouraging, happy thoughts about bunnies, flowers, rainbows, and Axel's death. OOC: Ahhh, okies..xD
"This is it..?" She whispered anxiously, hopping from foot to foot nervously with a mix of fearfull excitement. Truth be told, Ash had never got the chance to use tha little machine...Or see it. But now that she -had- actually hada shot of it..What a disappointment. She blinked somewhat up at Alaric, an eyebrow arched ever so slightly as large eyes took a paranoid glance around. Seemed like the ruins out-side, only.... Darker. Much, much darker. One tiny step was taken closer towards him, as she had the..Genius ploy of shoving him infront of any danger that could come and skedaddling!..Or, prove her 'strength' and fight it. Decisions, decisions. "...Y'sure it could be here? It's real...I dunno, creepy.."
"See! This here is proof that I am constantly treated like some..Some rag-doll..And..If it's the organisation.." She thoughtfullly paused, a slender finger tapping plottingly against her lips as this random thought past her simple mind. Although she was still getting dragged along helplessly, which..Didn't help things much. A rapid series of blinks before she turned her head over her shoulder, wide eyes watching for anyone..The Restoration Commitee? Random bloke? It could happen..."Infact! This is my opportunity to prove how strong I really am! Let me at 'em!"
"I do!" She immaturely stamped her foot upon the ground as that was defensvely squeaked, her face tilted down to avoid having to look towards him, thoroughly embarrased for..So many obvious reasons. Her fists curled and unclenched as she struggled to glare up at him, a sudden calm, yet foul hiss through her clenched teeth. "I don't need -anyone-...And I've not got a choice, damnit! Did you ever think that maybe, just -maybe-, brute strength isn't my strong point? That perhaps warriors are made out of a strength from the heart..? No, ya wouldn't think that, would you...Nobody ever does."
"All you've been doing is dragging me down! Tellin' me I'm too small, I'm too weak, I'm too pathetic, that I can't fight...And then you keep doin' -that-, and treatin' me like dirt...Like I'm some useless damn broad only good for what -you- want, that I'm too helpless to follow any dream I might have!" Her feelings poured out hurtfully onto these words, hands trembling violently as she coyly wiped at her eyes, her beaten, scrawny frame wracked with silent sobs as she turned from him, extremely hurt by this...But quite unable to let him see it. "For years, I thought nobody would ever care, would ever extend a helpin' hand...I thought you were different from them..No, you're just the same!"
Sparrow was simply stunned into undisturbed silence. She simply stood there, giving this embarrasedly blank look towards him...Well, that was the first time...that had ever happened. Ash constantly switched from pale as milk to bright as crimson, gnawing cautiously on her middle finger some-what like a scolded child. Although, truth be told, the young woman had expected to be slapped..Not -this-. "You jerk! You thoughtless, stupid..." Her bottem lip quivering violently, the now teary-eyed lass crossed her arms in defiance. "You're not tryin' to help me, you're not! You're doin' it all for yourself, not for me!"
OOC: Half past nine BIC: "D'awww, Princess...You're forgettin' that I'm not some lil' girl, ain'tcha? Look, I'm flattered that you think I'm so weak'n pathetic, but come -on-! Stop makin' me feel soo..Small, and insignificant." Ash crossed her arms huffily against her chest, falling into a deeply irritated silence. She -despised- being called weak, being treated like some fragile little child in need of rescuing only to fall deeply in love with her saviour. It was simply a pet-hate. She sighed surreptitously, giving a hateful flicker of a glare towards him. "A key-blade..? Hmmm...I wonder if it'll have the same design as- nevermind. I hope you're happy with what-ever ya get.."
Sparrow's eyebrow began twitching once more. Did he seriously believe she couldn't fight, or was he saying this for the sake of it? Suddenly, her head raised snobbily, and the girl took a rather..Calm approach to this. "Hmm...Sweet-heart, I know your desparate for a lil' damsel in distress to act tough infront of and teach you the right way to paint your dolly's nails, but -please-! I think we both know here that you're in denial of my strength." An innocent, nonchalant shrug as she glanced over to the buildling..An eyebrow now quirked. "...Ah, there we are.."
"Five years!? -Ouch-...That's a real long time, y'know..Must've been hell for ya. Buut..What if the thing you're gettin' ain't worth the trouble? I mean, what if it's..It's, I dunno...Could be a pair of socks for all ya know...Then again, even if ya don't get somethin' good, you'll get to see life out-side here, won'tcha? I've been out-side this place before...It's just such a big city...Too bad it's all wrecked, though that just means I'll have to help rebuild it.." Her head bobbed thoughtfully from side to side, fists on hips for a few moments..Before simply beaming a grand smile at him. This boy was more opportunity than she'd originally thought... "The cheek of ya! Stop assumin' I can't fight...! I can fight, just swell, thank ya very much!"
