Hey…still not owning.
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Torn watched the young man in front of him with interest. It wasn't that long ago that he knew nothing about him, and he was just a fur ball. Now he was sitting in some strange city, with a strange animal next to him and that strange young man, watching the sun set. He and Daxter had found a relatively safe place to spend the night, and they would take turns keeping watch. He had agreed to take first watch. Even then, as Dax stare in awe at the vibrant red spectacle, fully reflected off of the city, his eyelids drooped with sleep.
"Get some rest. We'll do a better search of the city in the morning."
The boy nodded, telling him to wake him when it was his turn to watch. Tired, he curled up on the floor, the muse laying next to him. Torn tried not to laugh. While it seemed normal to the boy who had slept like that for years, it looked odd to the guardsman, seeing the overly tall boy in such a defensive position. The red-head turned back to the window as the last sliver of sun started to disappear. For a second he couldn't see anything through the fiery light. He sighed, it was almost beautiful.
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"Wow."
A short brunette with big brown eyes laughed. Jak had to admit that the boy had a way with words. The way he explained what the city was made up of was so detailed, and yet so simple. The teenage scientist turned back to his work with a grin. He like being able to get that reaction out of people.
"So you see how that would be a big advantage?"
The blond hero nodded with a smile as he looked at the note scribbled messily on the paper. He waved it in the air for a second and started towards the door, stuffing it into his pocket. It was his job to give this information to Ashelin.
"Latter!" His only response was a wave of the hand as the young scientist poured over his work once again.
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For the first time in a long time, Dax didn't dream of pain and sorrow. His mind didn't race with thoughts about getting Jak out of prison, or surviving the next attack. He didn't think about dark makers, desert storms, or the people he cared about drenched in their own blood. Instead his mind was in Sandover. He was human, laying on the sand with a smile. Jak was sitting next to him, always silent. He was one of the few people who could actually understand his silent partner's body language.
Jak's eye was swollen shut from a rather uncomfortable encounter with a whumpbie. Dax's chest was littered with marks, not that he cared. They had been chased through the town by the strange creatures, finally loosing them through a yakow field. Their small bodies heaved up and down as they panted, strained from the long run. He and Jak were both fit, but his silent friend didn't have to waist oxygen on screaming, so recovered more quickly.
The green haired boy stood up with a grin and stretched. Daxter flopped over turning away from him with a smile. He could hear the younger boy standing behind him stamp his foot in annoyance. To better illustrate his point, the orange haired child made a loud snoring noise. If he got up now they would have to deal with Samos, and that meant a lecture. He stifled a giggle as the other kicked sand over him and placed his hands on his hips. He didn't have to see him to know it, he had known it for years. He closed his eyes against the sun, taking in the warmth. From somewhere behind him he felt a hand come down on his shoulder.
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Torn growled lightly as he shook harder on the boy's shoulder. Boy was he a heavy sleeper. A hand slammed into his face as he woke with a jolt. Rubbing his sapphire eyes, Daxter noted the pissed guardsman holding his nose. He didn't even try to hide his grin. Slowly he sat up and stretched, remembering the memory that had taken the place of his dreams. He stretched his arms out over his head, bringing one down quickly to cover a yawn.
"Wake me at dawn."
Dax nodded as the older man lay down on his back and shut his eyes, grunting slightly as his pet jumped onto his stomach. The orange haired boy turned to the window with a sigh. It was still dark, the light from the moon cast an eerie glow on the city. It didn't help that there was a blanket of snow and fog dimming the light and casting it off in strange patterns. He locked eyes with his reflection in the window. He was staring into the hollow green orbs, tinted with the moonlight and left empty by the dark sky behind them. Daxter shivered and looked away, back into the darkness.
The place they had chosen had a clear view of the city square. From deep within the hole, a white light glowed. He assumed it must be ambient energy from the white eco. Dully he wondered how Torn had managed to stay quiet the whole time, it hadn't been that long and he was already bored. He glanced over to see the sleeping man and had to bite back a laugh. He hadn't noticed before that the red-head had taken his over shirt off. So he distracted himself by working out. It almost seemed like a Jak move.
He glanced back out the window and smiled. That actually didn't sound too bad. It had been a while since he was human, he needed to know what he was capable of anyway. Silently he removed his red vest and white shirt. Experimentally he did a quick pushup. Seeing that his body was capable of holding up his weight, he started in without hesitation. He had never done pushups as a human, but over the years as an ottsel, he had gotten used to them when he wasn't running or helping Jak. He needed as much strength as he could get as an ottsel. He set his resolve to continue until dawn, staring out at the dark, dead city.
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Still a kind of short chapter. I intend to write a longer one next chapter. Not that the first hurdle of him turning human is done, things should get more interesting and fun. Anyways, hope you enjoyed and I'll get the next chapter out soon as possible.
