Feldar's quarrel

"And another thing is-" Spinning around suddenly on her foot, the sight Ash now behold was certainly something to raise an eyebrow. Err..He was..Unconscious..CRAP! If the organisation came right now, she'd be..Be..Defenseless. Alone, and have a corpse to try and protect. The girl immediately sprinted towards Alaric, skidding to a halt once she had reached his side. Once again, Ash wasn't a healer..She never was, and probably never would be. Still...All she -knew- was..Well, bugger all. Sparrow stared blankly towards him, going on her knees and lifting up his head..Eyebrow twitching with worry.

"Ummm...Hellooooo? Wakey-wakey..? Then again, the loss of blood's prob'ly gonna affect ya, I guess..Still..WAKE UP!"

 

OOC: LOL..I know..Shame people didn't join it. :(

BIC: "C'mon, buddy..Snap to reality..I'll give you to the count of thr-JUST WAKE UP!" She squeaked frantically, grabbing him by the limp shoulders and vigorously shaking him, brow propping up in slight dismay of what just happened. Now...What was a girl to do? She could always just..Keep shaking him. Yes, that'd work. Then again, what if he was -dying- of blood loss?...D'aww, her only hope for civilization was sinking down the proverbial plug-hole!

"...Okaaay, I can deal with this..Real calm-like. I dump the body somewhere, erase -any- memories of him, avoid the Restoration Commitee like a -plaue-...And badda-bing, badda-boom! All I got to worry 'bout is the Organisat-...Wake up.."

 

"Righteo..Ya know what? I'm patient, calm, cool and collected..Anythin' bad pops up, I can handle it...I am just sooo relaxed it's unbelievable.." She oh so casually brought her, intertwined by the fingers, hands up to the back of her head, nonchalantly smoothing back her hair...Heh. Just a shame their key-blades (seemingly) didn't possess any curing embeddments...Well, her's certainly didn't. She hadn't quite solved the mystery of inserting magic in Key-blades yet, but the master craft-man who had designed the lad's one...Obviously had WAY too much time on his hands.

Gently, the girl tried to heave the her future little hero by his back slightly, other arm supporting the back of his head as she almost stoicly gazed down at him...Seemingly plotting. "...I wonder if physical violence would help things out here...Usually does.."

 

There was a strangled shriek as the roughly shoved girl fell back, the back of her head clashing violently against the bare, shortened remains of a corner of the rubble...Unfortunately getting quite a gash, usually silky hair now matted with pouring crimson. Her bottem lip quivered with pain slightly, the young woman staggering from side to side..Dizzy, and with her vision darkening ever so slightly. Although when the realisation that -he- had just -shoved- her for trying to help him would come to light, it'd hurt twice as much as this injury could ever sting. "...You..."

Suddenly, like a beaten, cowering animal, the trembling girl cowered away from him, gasping lightly with panic and sub-consciously whimpering. "(I thought he..I thought he could be..Could be different. Why...? Why?)"

 

Sparrow -immediately- backed away as he approached, eyes wide and paranoidly scanning from his face to his hands, to see his expression and to see if anything was clenched in those palms of his. Ash's trust..Just as Alaric's was, probably, was something extremely hard to obtain..It was an even harder thing to repair. Her breath increasing rapidly, hyper-ventilating as she moved away from him...Like a beaten child against a towering stranger, no less.

In slow, reproachfull reply to his question, the girl removed her palm from the back of her head..The hand coated in drying blood. Nothing felt worse than a knock to the head...Especially one from your own supposed comrade.

"You..You hurt me?" The girl questioned, head tilted with apprehensive curiousty to the side, sounding meekly shocked. "I..No, not sorry at all..."

 

"G-g-great, just an a-another e-excuse to m-m-make this m-MY fault, r-right?" She hissed quietly, a worrying surge of geniune hatred flowing through her quiet, stuttered voice at that moment. She took one more step away, just for safety reasons, and bowed her head..Tear-filled eyes closing tightly as her fist clenched. How-ever, she'd listen..She wouldn't necessarily believe him- and the chances of forgiveness were stunningly slim, but..Sparrow would listen, hear would dreadfull past, what deforming secret would be told at this very moment.

 

Ash's eyes squinted in disbelief towards him, fists silently unfurling...A slight smirk as she glanced over to him, obviously going through a range of different emotions..Pity not one of them, unfortunately. Her arms crossed against her chest to steady her trembling, putting every inch of her concentration into an eery silence. Her teary eyes rolled to the sky, thinking..Well, such a feat was hard due to the dizzyness spinning her world around. "Fine." She spoke coldly, the expression on her face still hurt..Although softening all of a sudden.

"Then untill you learn some self-control..." She growled spitefully, although did seem to be putting quite a bit of effort into restraining herself, "We either go our separate ways, or we are silent until this problem is dealt with. You don't go any-where in arm's, key-blade's, or gun-blade's reach of me, and we are only a mere helping hand to each other- a silent one, at that."...And her will was spoken. She tossed her head over her shoulder, simply -refusing- to stare at him.