"Mhmm! My father helped with the gun-blade designs!" A proud nod of acknowledgement towards her dear old Dad, having a sudden glint of joy on her expression as she spoke of Jacob Sparrow. The greatest man in existance in her eyes- always would be...Of course, the fact that he had put up such a pathetic fight against Axel always made her cringe. "...Although that Axel guy killed him..My mother too..Garret as well, for knowin' the blue-prints." A vigorous shake of her head as she landed on her feet, sighing dramatically as her gaze settled on him. "Alright, so you're a lil' skilled..I'll give ya that.."
"...You're not human, are you.." She softly questioned, eyes casually flickering up to the tall figure she was rigidly hanging onto. Truth be told, Ash wasn't use to such..Contact with people, and so this just seemed horribly awkward. Her eyes then glanced down towards the bag held tightly against her chest, the poor girl's breath stopped for a moment or two in fright...But things were returning back to normal. "U-Um..If you're...Sure. I guess I could need all the help I can get, right..? Although...Yes! I think I've got enough shards!...Should be easy enough, my Father made them all the time.."
"Yeah, but I'll d-what you doin', no, wait!" Ah, well. Too late..And Sparrow certainly wasn't going to be a nuisance and struggle against him. After all..She got her precious segments, he got his money, which meant he'd skip off to another land and leave this one in ruins...Eyes wide as a small whimper escaped soft lips, Sparrow clung onto that bag as if it was her very life..Well, it was either the bag or Alaric she clung on to. How could...He survive this? He was meant to be human..But if some inhuman fellow couldn't even take on the organisation, then what were the chances of her succeeding..? She'd need to at -least- try, but things were looking..Grim, tosay the least. And what if she had the Restoration Commitee after her as well..? Oh, this boy was turning out to be more trouble than she was!
OOC: Was fourteen on May 11th. ^-^ BIC: "...A legendary dead key-blader who defeated the organisation! And I could beat you down with my -fists-, boyo. I happen to be skilled in the arts of...Er, eye-guaging..." Was that an..Alarm? Oh for..Damn those buffoons and their paranoia of someone breaking in. Sparrow's brow shot up at the seemingly random action of punching a window- to the point where it actually broke..Oh, those cuts on his fists looked hellish. She bit nervously onto her fingers, wondering..Just what he was planning, as she..Really wasn't willing to jump out a window -quite- yet. "...You coward! You..You spineless...You're gonna kill yourself rather than face up to these guys!? Fine, I'll do it -myself-...!"
OOC: *Patted* Bwaha..^-^ That's because our school ish silly and likes to shove us to the next years quicker. :p BIC: "I do so! If Sora could take on the heartless'n all that, I damn well could! If Kairi could defend herself against the Nobodies, then so can I! Stop bein' so...So..Judgemental! Didn't it ever occure to you that appearences can be deceivin'!?" Sparrow's voice raised scoldingly at him, mischievous eyes alight with a dire vengeance. An extremely hurt look appeared on her heart-shaped face, although it was swiftly cast aside in a defensive manner. "...Not like it matters. Although, when the word of the great key-blader gets 'round, I know you'll be sorry..." She watched him dejectedly punch in the code for the safe, a few blinks following as she looked to the shards. So..So beautifull.."..Ain't that just the purdiest thing ya ever did see?"
Ah, well...I'll prob'ly get it for the sake of seeing more of the organisation. *Fangirl squeal*...Anyhows, thankies all! ^-^
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."
"...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..
"...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..?"
*whimper* Chuck Norris doesn't read books. He glares at them and the letters put themselves into place...>-< LOL..And I'm doing fine, cheers very much..=D Yourself? Siggy sisters! Sounds like a rip off of the scissor sisters, buuuut...may they burn in the deepest pits of hell! O.O Hehe, sounds great. ^-^ *glompage, hugs* I like most of the charrys in KH, mind you..:p But that crazah hair is just..Beautifull..:'( LOL, anyhows..xD And I'll do my best to avoid teh Admin's wrath. ^-^
I wa thinking of getting the Chain Of Memories game, so I looked up a video on Youtube...Then I noticed the card thing. Kind of off-putting...Does the game's combat now purely revolve around silly little card thingies, or is that just a special boss fight thingy ma jig?
"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...?"
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.."
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.
"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.
...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..?"
"...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.
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..?"
...He...Wasn't armed? Those deluded idiots didn't even -equip- their lads before sending them out to the field? Ash's jaw almost dropped to the ground, eyebrow twitching..."Don't worry, I'll protect you.." The girl mockingly cooed, a sudden change of expression...Although there was still that small tinge of infuriation upon her features, Sparrow managed a jestfull smile. Mainly in amusement to what his reaction would be.."..After all, first road to becomin' a hero'll be to protect the helpless, I guess..." Ash's head tilted up suddenly in pride, the girl's chesire-cat grin soon falling as the two would get to the..Well, nitty-gritty of finding this damnable thing. Although they would find it, she could feel it in her bones that her ticket to becoming a famous hero would be right here...Of course, she had to -work- for it, but it'd be...So worth it...
Eh, well..She hadn't been slapped, punched, kicked or beaten as of yet..So that was a very good sign. Even if any sudden movements of his hands would make her flinch- she still became...Some-what relaxed. Albeit, not the perfect comrade she had in mind..He was tall, and seemed to know a thing or two about the world about him. Sparrow blinked somewhat towards him, shoulders slouched as her paranoid gaze flickered towards his feet..Her own being bare. Hell, shoes were difficult things to find for cheap...Her back straightened, the lazily down shoulders went up ever so slightly, and the young woman gave a determined nod. It would be quite a while of travelling, of her taking sharp rights and left, and giving him suspicious glances over her shoulder before they remained at the square of where the segments were. Sparrow halted in her tracks, seeing the delightful ruins of yet another chunk of the city. To think that this was once so...Populated made her chuckle quietly, regretfully. "...Right, I'm pretty -damn- sure it'll be beneath the rubble of...The building to our left. Guess we'd better get to work..."
