You'll notice that Jak is mute. In conversations involving him, usually he's the unspecified actions, and the unspecified speech is the other person. Ex: "Is your hair green and yellow?" Nod.
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part one: sandoverhead
Huntress
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The elf stares down at the fainted ottsel.
"Well, that was useless," she whispers to herself. "Better take him with, though. I heard him talking, and I don't want him spreading word- if he's intelligent. Odd, for any animal to talk." She leans over, picks the ottsel up, slings him over her shoulder, and walks back up to her camp in the jungle.
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Jak frowns. Kira notices. "Hey, Jak, what's wrong?" He gestures to his empty shoulder pad, then makes little talking motions with his hands. Kira laughs.
"Don't tell me you're WORRIED about the little furball!" Jak nods, making a bird sign. Kira frowns along with him. "What, you mean the pelican?" Nod. "I'd think he'd have enough sense to stay away from the beach after it tried to eat him." Jak nods, but copies the huffy, offended look Daxter had as he stomped off.
"Hm, he MAY have gone back if he was in that mood. So, think we should go find him?" Jak nods. "Which direction do you want to go?" He makes a wave motion with his hands. Kira nods. "Then I'll go towards the jungle." They set off in their respective directions, Jak waving goodbye, Kira letting out a cheerful "Seeya soon!"
She won't.
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Daxter stirs and sits up, rubbing sand out of his eyes.
"Jak, I had the STRANGEST- ACK! You're not Jak!"
The strange elf smiles a little. It doesn't reach her eyes.
"Say, what's so funny?" he asks suspiciously.
"You rhymed." Her accent is strange but clear and concise. She looks back down at the blade of her glaive that she's sharpening. It makes quite an unpleasant sound. Daxter shudders. He looks around, gets up, and is pulled back down by the neck.
"HEY! What's this thing?" he asks, feeling his neck. The elf glances at him again.
"A collar." She now is sharpening a small knife she pulled from her belt.
"Why do I have a collar?! Who're you?! Why are we in the Forbidden Jungle at NIGHT?!!"
"I don't want you running off, and we're here because I walked here." She examines the knife carefully, then slips it into its simple sheath.
"You didn't answer who you are..."
"I know. You can call me... Yamikai. Yes, Yamikai, I like that name. So, what's your name?"
~* Er... should I tell her? She doesn't seem SO bad... *~ She looks up at his prolonged silence. He shivers at her red gaze. ~* okay, that's freaky. *~ "M...My name is Daxter. Why... Why do you have so many weapons?"
"Because I'm an assassin."
Daxter gulps.
TBC
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Yamikai is a combination of two Japanese words- Yami, and Kai. Yami means darkness or dark, Kai means seashell. So, dark seashell. That's not her real name, of course. It's her business name. And the accent, well, think Bakura from YuGiOh- British, but not super British, and NOT cockney, but cultured.
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OT: I like the concept art for her knife's sheath. It has a simple chevron pattern, but the last chevron is the bottom of a calla lily.
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Well, R&R! ^_^ Now seeya!
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~* Words *~ Thoughts
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@,-Flowers-'@
part one: sandoverhead
Huntress
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The elf stares down at the fainted ottsel.
"Well, that was useless," she whispers to herself. "Better take him with, though. I heard him talking, and I don't want him spreading word- if he's intelligent. Odd, for any animal to talk." She leans over, picks the ottsel up, slings him over her shoulder, and walks back up to her camp in the jungle.
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Jak frowns. Kira notices. "Hey, Jak, what's wrong?" He gestures to his empty shoulder pad, then makes little talking motions with his hands. Kira laughs.
"Don't tell me you're WORRIED about the little furball!" Jak nods, making a bird sign. Kira frowns along with him. "What, you mean the pelican?" Nod. "I'd think he'd have enough sense to stay away from the beach after it tried to eat him." Jak nods, but copies the huffy, offended look Daxter had as he stomped off.
"Hm, he MAY have gone back if he was in that mood. So, think we should go find him?" Jak nods. "Which direction do you want to go?" He makes a wave motion with his hands. Kira nods. "Then I'll go towards the jungle." They set off in their respective directions, Jak waving goodbye, Kira letting out a cheerful "Seeya soon!"
She won't.
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Daxter stirs and sits up, rubbing sand out of his eyes.
"Jak, I had the STRANGEST- ACK! You're not Jak!"
The strange elf smiles a little. It doesn't reach her eyes.
"Say, what's so funny?" he asks suspiciously.
"You rhymed." Her accent is strange but clear and concise. She looks back down at the blade of her glaive that she's sharpening. It makes quite an unpleasant sound. Daxter shudders. He looks around, gets up, and is pulled back down by the neck.
"HEY! What's this thing?" he asks, feeling his neck. The elf glances at him again.
"A collar." She now is sharpening a small knife she pulled from her belt.
"Why do I have a collar?! Who're you?! Why are we in the Forbidden Jungle at NIGHT?!!"
"I don't want you running off, and we're here because I walked here." She examines the knife carefully, then slips it into its simple sheath.
"You didn't answer who you are..."
"I know. You can call me... Yamikai. Yes, Yamikai, I like that name. So, what's your name?"
~* Er... should I tell her? She doesn't seem SO bad... *~ She looks up at his prolonged silence. He shivers at her red gaze. ~* okay, that's freaky. *~ "M...My name is Daxter. Why... Why do you have so many weapons?"
"Because I'm an assassin."
Daxter gulps.
TBC
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Yamikai is a combination of two Japanese words- Yami, and Kai. Yami means darkness or dark, Kai means seashell. So, dark seashell. That's not her real name, of course. It's her business name. And the accent, well, think Bakura from YuGiOh- British, but not super British, and NOT cockney, but cultured.
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OT: I like the concept art for her knife's sheath. It has a simple chevron pattern, but the last chevron is the bottom of a calla lily.
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Well, R&R! ^_^ Now seeya!
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