Tsukasa: What if Torn and Ashlein get thrown back in time? Five hundred and two years to be precise. What would their reaction be to fifteen year old Jak? Especially when he is mute and not dark eco touched. There are many OOC Moments so my apologies.
Time Travel Mishaps
1: Definitely not in Kansas
"Why is it every time I try to get close to you that you shove me away and cite professionalism?" said a frustrated Ashlein Praxis as she stared down the ex-Krimson Guard in front of her. The new Govenor of Haven stood close to the object of her ire's height, her shoulder length red hair in dread locks that framed her face making her green eyes and her tattoos stand out against her pale skin, her slightly provocative uniform flattering and showing off her curvy yet strong form, her right hand inching to an eco pistol on her hip out of habit and frustration.
The subborn man in front of her also had tattoos on his face as well as dreadlocks, but whereas her drealocks were red, his dreadlocks were brown, his ice blue eyes revealing nothing as to what he thought, his face in his usual scowl.
"Damn it Torn! Do you have to make every conversation about us feel like I'm pulling teeth from a crocadog?" Ashlein exclaimed angrily as she kicked a stone and knocked down a crumbling wall. How the pair had ended up in Dead Town of all places was beyond the redhead, but there they were. The sight of one of her father's biggest mistakes which had cost Haven dearly; not a day went by without people missing their lost loved ones and neighbors.
Rumor had it the heroes who stood against the Dark Sages were from the village that had once stood where Dead Town was making it one of the oldest sections of the whole city.
'Funny, but their names were Jak and Daxter as well.' thought Ashlein before getting back on her current train of thought which centered around a very stubborn Freedom League leader.
"Be careful or do you want to bring the whole of Dead Town down on your head!" snapped Torn irritably, his gravelly voice normally a sound Ashlein loved to hear but at the moment only increased her anger. The slim woman began stalking away to where there were stable walk ways through the ruins and Torn had no choice but to follow her.
"So you'll yell at me over stupidity but talking about emotions, you'd rather die." Ashlein snapped. She knew she could normally keep her cool; blowing off one's top was usually Jak's department. But this had been brewing for months and she was sick of Torn's emotional brick walling. For pity's sake she'd started flirting with Jak to try to get a reaction out of Torn and all he did was scowl at the younger man with more anger than usual. It was enough to make her want to give up on Torn and move onto someone else. She had contemplated moving on to Jak but realized Keira Hagai would have her head if she did. The mechanic was smart enough to make it look like an accident too.
Torn was amazed by Ashlein's stubbornness as they kept walking through the most hazardous part of the city. He'd have turned back but he didn't want Ashlein to get herself killed over this. It wasn't that Torn didn't love Ashlein, he just had trouble expressing it. Damn it, there was too much going on in rebuilding Haven and fighting with that council tooth and nail. He'd even heard of a motion to banish the man responsible for taking out the Metal Head Leader! Sure, Jak was dangerous but, so was Torn and every single guard in the newly established Freedom League. Heck the lurkers were dangerous and had a history of anti-elf violence yet lurkers weren't being banished. Oppressed yes, but not sentenced to death by way of banishment.
Torn and Ashlein found themselves getting higher and higher in the ruins and saw the strangest thing: a primitive hut was still standing above the buildings.
"So that old sacred place is still here." Said Ashlein in shock.
"You knew that place?" asked Torn.
"My Uncle took me there once before he and Dad had a falling out. He said it had something to do with the royal line of Haven and that the two heroes who fought Gol and Maia, the sages of Dark Eco, often visited a sage who lived here. Funny the sage's name was Samos and the heroes were named Jak and Daxter." said Ashlein.
"I never realized that before." Remarked Torn in a tone that was highly suspicious.
"You don't honestly think that our Jak and Daxter are the same as those two? It just isn't possible." Said Ashelin. "Hey is that a warp ring?"
Torn followed Ashlein's gaze and saw that she was indeed looking at a warp ring. He'd known that warp technology was an old thing but he had no idea that it was over five hundred years old.
"Maybe it leads to a place we've lost from our history." said Ashlein looking at the ring curiously, her anger at Torn pushed to the back of her mind by curiosity. This too was unlike her but Torn was just glad she wasn't yelling at him anymore, not that the tough warrior would ever admit it. Ashlein saw a button on the floor next to the ring and she stomped on it making the whole hut shake. But then the warp ring came to life, but it was a wrong color and began sucking things in.
Torn had heard of this happening, it usually only happened with faulty warp rings but the results were always fatal. They grabbed for hand holds only to tear up parts of the hut with them as they were sucked into the warp ring. Torn saw his whole life flash before his eyes and saw Ashlein and cursed himself for squandering his time. He was back to the present and grabbed onto Ashelin as they were hurtled through a strange purple warp filled with purple beams and light. Then, there was a bright light up ahead of the duo and darkenss followed.
Ashlein came too with a kindly balding man leaning over her.
"Ah you're awake! Thank the precursors. Your friend is still out cold Miss." He said his accent odd to the Havenite. She sat up and saw she was in a small round house. The kindly old man was wearing a blue tunic trimmed in red and baggy white pants with boots on. She saw she was on a small Spartan bed.
"My nephew is out at the moment but when he found you and your companion he brought you straight here, worried that lurkers might get you." He said.
"Dad?" a voice said and Ashlein went pale. Standing before here was a living, breathing, younger version of Mar. He seemed to be Ashlein's age, maybe a few years older.
"This is my son Mar. Mar, your cousin found this young woman and her friend out cold on beach. If you're looking for him, he should be out back; you know how he enjoys it when you visit." Said the man. Mar nodded, his blue eyes, green hair, and face reminding her of someone she knew in the present time.
"Your friend is awakening, miss?" said the man.
"Oh, Ashlein Praxis." She said offering a hand to the man.
"Arthur Dune." said the man accepting her hand.
"Of course you know my son, Mar Dune. How was Rock Village?" he asked.
"I don't know, I left there a month ago and went to Treecover Town for a while and caught a boat from there to here." Said Mar shrugging.
"Where am I?" demanded Torn's gravelly voice.
"In my house. As I explained to Miss Ashlein, my nephew found you two on the beach and brought you here last night, thought I haven't seen him since I assume he is hanging with his little friend who had probably gotten them into some sort of trouble." Said Arthur.
"He's still hanging out with that pest?" asked Mar.
"Unfortunately, yes. Where are my manners. I'm Arthur Dune and this is my son." He said.
"Mar Dune." Said Mar earning Torn appraising the man with a careful eye.
"I'm Torn." Said Torn shortly.
"Excuse me but where are we geographically speaking?" asked Ashlein before Torn could.
"Why you're in Sandover Village!" said Arthur.
'That's not possible! Sandover has been gone for over five hundred years!' thought Ashlein.
"What did you say?" asked Torn.
"Sandover Village, surely you've heard of it?" said Arthur. "It's home to the Sage of Green Eco, Samos!" Torn remembered Ashelin's remark about coincidence in Haven and had to wonder if his gut was right. That Samos of Haven was connected to Samos of Sandover.
"Why would your uncle charge us precursor orbs for a stinking power cell! He's your uncle for Pete's sake!" a very familiar voice bemoaned. "And I'm still blaming you for this. Yes I know it was my idea to go but I was never gonna act on it! Then you gave me that look that said I was a chicken-, you know the one I'm talking about! Hey quit rolling your eyes at me and quit with the silent laughter!"
A fuzzy orange creature entered which startled Mar and Arthur but was even more shocking to Ashlein and Torn. Following the creature was the final straw. The young elf walking in behind the creature wore a blue tunic that was sleevless and white baggy pants with bandages wrapped around his hands and bare feet, on his head a pair of goggles that had one red lens and the other was just metal. The electric blue eyes, the shape of the face though it still had baby fat on it, and the two toned green fading into blonde hair were what clinched it.
"Ah, Ashlein, Torn, this is my Nephew Jak." With that simple statement the two inadvertent time travelers collapsed from the strain of too many shocks at once.
"Geez Jak! You're uglier than I thought!" remarked the ottsel before Jak smacked him.