Preparations
Writing practice…if you look hard enough, you can see the symbols. I wonder if anyone will guess the one big symbol in this. I wonder if anyone will actually read this. Practice at slipping in symbols discreetly and conversation writing. Comments are good.
Daxter held up a small feather. "Like this one Jak? What'da'ya want 'em four? You making a pillow –the underground sure need 'em, even now, there beds are like rocks! Eh, by the way, leave me some small ones eh? Tess could put them too gooood use. Y'know what I'm sayin'?"
Jak paused, trying to get images out of his brain that he didn't want – really didn't want. He ran his finger over another feather, sorting out the long, strong straight ones, and placing them beside oak wood shafts that he had cut from the giant oak tree in Haven forest a few days ago.
"'M not making pillows Dax." He grunted, pulling string out of his pockets as he spoke.
"Then what the hell are we prancing around here for?" The Ottsel wined.
"'M making arrows." Mumbled Jak, carving out four notches on the first shaft.
Daxters jaw dropped slightly. "Arrows? As in pathetic, ye-oldie-worldie weapon? As in arrows and bow? As in those pathetic things that couldn't kill a Metal Head if you rammed it down it's throat?" Daxter even added in violent stabbing motions to get his point across.
He shouldn't have bothered.
"S'right." Jak mumbled again, tying a sharpened flint round the top.
"Okay. You…want to use a bow instead of your beloved weapon of death?" He said, gesturing to the bent sapling and string that, if you stared at it long enough, could probably pass as one.
"S'right." He said, fixing on two split feathers, to form flights.
"You really ARE a blond, aren't you." Spat the Osstel in mock disgust.
"Dax. Remember what Onin said." Jak replied, holding the new arrow shaft up to the light.
Daxter paused, then puffed up his chest, holding his arms out like wings. "I am zee moron Peaker. I am going to leech of theee success of you, and use it to fiieeel my over inflated ego! I'm going to bitch, bitch, bitch about meeessstic crap until we all fall down dead! But no! I'm not going to just GIVE the poor hero, and his sidekick Jak the answer, no I'm going to just preeetend I know everything and-"
"-He said that I would travel through time again, soon. Or Onin did. Whatever."
"So? that doesn't mean-"
"Dax, we didn't have guns in Sandover. We didn't have the tech. And guns need bullets, which the past doesn't have. So I have to learn to shoot a bow again."
"Yeah, yeah, 'raps your right. And, you know what they say-" Daxter commented idly as Jak fitted the shaft on his bow and pulled back the string. "Guns and rods, May burn our bods-"
Ssss-thunk!
"But arrows will shish-kabab me!" He finished, the arrow buried in a tree trunk.
"So…can I have a go?"
