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Afeenaninganing, well, lullaby is always a lullaby, but it's its intention that gives it an excuse to happen. I'm not sure did I understand that sentence itself… Not maybe the verb 'to sack'. more the noun.
Meowen, after you brought Razer up, I got a notion I HAD to put him in someway, otherwise it had left him all open and that disturbed me. I usually don't like OCs, but I brought Suvan up to kind of close Razer's chapter in my story. A Razer oneoff. I guess. –smile- Of course he might appear again, but at this point I guess not. Actually, what about if Suvan… Okay, I quit now. No spoiling… -smilesmile- Oops, is it ebony and not black? Heehee. Hmm… He's coloured it. –smilesmilesmile- I enjoyed your review, it was again flattering but this time also very psychedelic. –smilesmilesmilesmile- -cheeks hurt-
jaklover123, as I said to Afeenaninganing, it's the intention. Have the last chapters confused you? If yes, they've done their job! So don't blame yourself in any way, my aim was a slightly intriguing confusion… Did I succeed in someway?
Thank you thank you thank you!
Lucius: "I'm starving!"
maestro: "It is not my fault that you already ate all the nuts."
Da: "Somebody tell me, why was he reborn?"
Sipuli: "Because even if our nutcase here was dead, he'd be reborn every week again."
Da: "Nice, wished I could, too."
maestro: "You can."
Da: "What? No way… I've never –"
Sipuli: "Actually you have. Remember the time when you left your hair straightener on and it burned your wardrobe? First you died to scalds and then you committed a shinjuu over your precious glitter pants."
Da: "Don't remind me about it! I had forgotten about it completely…"
maestro: "Cute stuff. Not. Now could we move to the chapter?"
10. Tibia & Fibula
"Finally!" Dark hissed and bounced up. He looked at his mirror image. Yep, Jak really would need to start working out – and damn he hated the braids…
"Do not open them!" a sharp voice snapped in his head.
I'm not opening them, Whitney!
"You are", Light continued, "just look at them."
Dark looked at the mirror again, and yes, his hair was slowly disengaging itself from the French braids. He concentrated on it for a moment and it stopped.
Happy now? he thought.
"Thank you."
We even had to sing a lullaby! I feel dishonoured… I'll never do that again!
"Stop moaning, could you? Without your little diddlydoo he'd still be awake. Now hurry!"
How much do we have time?
"It's touch and go whether we make it or not…"
Dark opened slowly the door. A good door, don't screech, how nice. He looked around and then rushed silently the stairs up using all four limbs.
"Did you know that you actually are built to walk with two legs, hint hint?"
He ignored and peeked around a corner. The front door was too risky choice, so he had to use the garden in the highest floor. He tiptoed (and tipfingered) to the wooden slide doors that separated the garden from the corridor. He pushed one of the doors aside and – oops! - saw a green-haired girl in the garden. Dark almost moaned for the sight of her back in a see-through negligee… She started turning her head, and Dark swiftly withdrew behind a wall although he had wanted to see the front. Shit… he thought.
Keira had soaked in a bathtub, washing off all the gel in her hair and then decided to go to 'her' garden. She loved it: little trees, brushes, lots of flowers and a miniature lake in the middle of everything accompanied with a tiny cascade.
Did I hear something?
She looked around. Nothing.
Wait a second… In my opinion I closed the door… Silly me, I forgot it open.
"Dark, run", Light advised, "remember that three walls are formed of slide doors."
"Okay okay, Whitney!" Dark turned quickly invisible and dashed pass the open door, got a very blurry image of the place where Keira's bras should have been, turned from another corner, kicked another door open, making she shout "hey what –", kicked its frame and flew through the air with a flip landing on his tummy on the other side of the ridge roof surrounding the green area. He turned visible and hung from the rooftop with his claws.
"Maybe it's the wind", Keira thought aloud glowering, "I must point this out for Daxter."
"Nice jump", Light congratulated his fellow, "but we could reduce the volume of 'the thump' next time."
Thanks. Dark thought. Damn I hate underwear!
"I think underwear is a quite modest piece of clothing."
Perhaps, Whitney, but I've got briefs up my ass now!
"Imagine that they are thongs", Dark could sense Light shrugging, "can you go down now, mister Morose And Sinister?"
Yeah. Dark climbed down grasping with his claws at the concrete wall, his toes working individually to find the best holes and dents. He dropped down behind the Case de Ottsel and hurt stroke his back.
"Hell!" he snarled, "why does my back hurt if his back is in pieces?"
"It's bio-atomic, kind of psychosomatic."
"Thanks a lot, I understood nothing", Dark snarled again and straightened his drawers, "any advice? Which route do I choose?"
"Straight from here to the city wall. We'll need to hurry."
The cimmerian creature galloped through the benighted Haven City and turned invisible as a group of drunken men appeared from an backstreet.
"You cannot keep yourself concealed all the time!" Light remarked, "find an alley!"
Trying to, Dark thought and turned to the first one he saw, turning back to visible again. Luckily it took to a narrow corridor which went around the house. He climbed over a fence made of steel netting and again his back hurt when he dropped down. He ran up a ladder to the roof of the next building and kept running on the rooftops on a four wheel drive until the buildings ended and the city wall started.
"Now it's your turn."
"I'll take on", Light promised, "now run towards it and jump and make room."
Dark got down to business and as he was halfway over the wall he changed into a phosphorescent angel which dived over the edge almost faster than speed of light. Yet he stopped his time freeze ability as soon as he knew no one could see him anymore.
"It could be useful if you could freeze time more often", Dark pointed out while getting cozy in one's head, "did you know that it's all shimmery here?"
It is my mind. Light thought and let one of his tentacles sweep the water. And by the way, it is not that I freeze time, I only boost my own speed. Time is a comparative variable.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Can't you fly all the way there supersonic or would it be too much?"
I'll need to save that for the return. Light shivered. It was near waking up.
"Wow! It trembles!" Dark called out, "is it good or bad?"
It is almost awoken. After a while Light finished crossing the almost black sea and flew up. He flew from between a few mountains, until he saw a large windy ledge which stuck out from an almost vertical slope.
"Hooray, the greatest ledge of peripheria", Dark cheered, "as entire as always!"
The angel made a perfect landing on the cliff and went to its base. There, wrapped in jute with chains was a large sack. The chains were tied to the slope through a big iron crook, which told a story of an ancient blimp moorage place. One of Light's wing tentacles went gently down his throat, and pulled a big key out.
"Hey! I always wondered where the hell did you put that!"
Light opened the lock keeping the chain together and freed the sack. With it he flew down to the woods where the wind was dead and there was a low Precursor platform sticking out of the wood chips covering the forest floor. Light gently let the sack down to it. He opened it up and spread a plucked skin of a yakow roughly shaped like a star. Then he started taking bones out of the sack, starting with a skull.
"Careful!" Dark pointed out, "remember how small the extras are!"
Light nodded and searched for the smallest bones. They were one by one wrapped in jute so that they didn't break. Hearing was important…
When Light had put 211 bones to their places and only the right ulna was left, a strong throb run though him and made him curve up and drop the bone. It bounced the slope down and stopped a few meters away.
"I'll get it!" Dark said and ran to it, transforming back to Light at the platform, "it's not trembling anymore, it shakes vigorously and hurls out some kind of mind storm."
"I can feel it", Light snarled and put the bone to its place. Good that it didn't break… In front of him was a complete faery skeleton.
Dark had used a whole year to dig the graveyards of Spargus trying to find usable os, and Light had cradled it inside his mind. Every fertile month it had caused him pain, but he had not cared. It was his burden and he'd carry it if it was to be so.
He wasn't completely happy with the skeleton. The left leg was a little shorter than the right one, only about parts of an inch but it was enough to make it limp a little while walking. Also, the left hand was bigger than the right one, as it was almost impossible to find entire hand bones. You couldn't just go and take different phalanges, bones of fingers, and mix them up with different metacarpals, it would end up in wearing out and in the end the hand would be an aching bag of osseous tissue dust. …But overall the underframe was wonderful considered that it contained bones from 67 bodies.
Light checked that all the bones were at their places, switched the places of right tibia and fibula, and then took more yakow skin out of the bag and started wrapping it around the bones. Dark had plucked almost all the fur off, it was only left at places where the faery hair grew most strongly.
Light looked at the piece of skin surrounding the skull. It had fur, but also holes for eyes, mouth and nose. The ears had to grow long so they were cut from the skin, too. Skull was at the same time the most important yet the most easiest: if one of the easy basics went wrong, it would cause a disaster, but the basics were, as mentioned before, easy. The most important thing was that it had a right amount of teeth, a skull of centurian Metal Head could have been as well. The skull was the home of the soul, so the soul shaped and decorated it for its own taste.
"Soon I'll be free of my dues!" a voice was almost singing in the angelic creature's head. Light loved rules and norms, Jak liked them but was bad at obeying them, but Dark was a creature of chaos and not a line or standard or rule could ever stop oppressing him.
Do you think it is ready? Light thought as another throb ran through him.
"It is and it is", Dark assured, "it's emitting blue lightnings, like eco, but I guess it's not."
Light sneered and smirked. It emitting eco in his head would crown his day.
"Ouch! I'm struck by it!" Dark roared, "what it is?"
Psyche flares, not eco.
"How nice! Can you now please do whatever it takes to get it out of your head, please? It's getting hot in here!"
Light smirked again. They would now make it unless something really surprising would happen. He bent over and wrapped his tentacles around the strange bag of leather and bones before pressing his lips at the mouth-hole of the bag.
A sheer eruption of blue light emerged and suddenly everything was lit. Luckily the trees absorbed most of the incandescence so that the night in Haven City didn't turn to day. Light Jak trembled but kept his lips on the bag…
As suddenly as it had come it was gone and although he felt like he could just collapse at the ground and drift away, he took the body in his hands and dashed back to Haven with his 'time freeze'. Dark was hollering hoorahs in his head that it felt lighter than ever. The line of blue dived to Casa de Ottsel's garden, burst through a wooden door, made sharp turns and dived into Jak's room dropping the body at the floor.
Jak woke up startled as the transformation was over and at first didn't see a thing in the dark. When his eyes got used to the dim, he saw it on the floor. And with a quelled scream he remembered all about him.
Lucius: "It was there. Now give me food!"
maestro: "Do not be impolite. Dear readers, you might not get a new chapter for two weeks –"
Da: "TWO WEEKS?"
maestro: "- because we need to write a drama play."
Sipuli: "Yeah, and it takes a lot of our time as we study, too."
maestro: "So we wish you are patient and –"
Lucius: "Love and feed me still when we come back."