Feldar's quarrel

"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..."

 

"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...."

 

...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.

 

"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..."

 

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!'

 

"(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.

 

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."

 

"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!"

 

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?"

 

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."