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time pases about a day and half here cause i'm lazy and this story is getting on the longish side...i might break it inot two parts...just a thought.big shout out to WHITE WOLFZITA! CLEANING MAKES EVERYTHING ALL SHINNY AND NEW!
Get Your Freak On--- ch 23---
The desert sun shined in though a window as she scrubbed the floor. Jules whipped a strand of red hair out of her face and glanced around the kitchen from her seat on the floor. She sat there innocently in her pajamas as she admired her work. She could be a little compulsive at times, and cleaning up the scorch marks upstairs had started her on the warpath of an all mighty cleaning spree.
She didn't really like cleaning, but she had to admit that it did make every thing look all shinny and new.
She got up, lugged the last bucket of dirty water out onto the raised doorstep, and dumped it onto the street. A group of kangarats scampered over and began to greedily lap up the precious liquid.
She eagerly looked up and down the street for a familiar dark mop in vain. She hadn't seen Clue since the day before when he came to apologize. This was strange enough in its self.
She snorted and crossed her arms, "I bet he's off cheating on me with that cute blonde." She said to herself with a half grin. Her imagination had a weird way of thinking up the most extravagant things. She would have to tease him later.
Just then, a group of teenage boys began to wolf whistle at her on their way by. She put her hands on her hips and turned to glare at them.
"You can come wear my boxers anytime carrot top!"
She looked down at the green plaid boxers she wore. They were obviously too large to be hers. She looked back up at them for a moment and glared.
"Well if you actually had anything in yours I might be inclined!" She yelled as she pulled the boxers higher onto her hip. The group of boys exploded into a chorus of woops and laughs.
'Well its time to get dressed,' she thought sourly. She returned to her door stoop a while later fully clothed this time in short shorts and a green tank top. She strapped the odd hammer like weapon onto her back as she hoped down the stairs.
The absence of the second leaper was just another reminder that clue had yet to come back yet. He was always doing something, No that she minded that, He just never told her what that something was.
She began to saddle up the leaper, "he's such a horrible man Bo," she crooned to the leaper, "he comes back just long enough to make up and then he takes his gear and leaves again! One of these days…." She mumbled as she finished and mounted.
She headed down the street toward the seaside market. The trip was uneventful and filled with fruits and pervert merchants, nothing out of the ordinary for her.
It wasn't until the way back that this chapter really gets started. It was on her way back that she noticed a slightly familiar blonde man.
She rode over toward the wall he sat propped up against. She looked down at him from her perch on the leaper, he was sound asleep. His chin was slumped against his chest and an orange otsel was curled up in his lap, equally out like a light. There was something round and coppery clenched in his left fist.
'He looks as if he just raced some leaper monks, had a bad run in at the arena, got sent to battle metalpedes, had an unexpected visited from an old lady friend and chased around wild leapers.' She thought with a giggle. Her imagination could be rather eccentric. She would never know how right she had been. The two had had a long day and a half since their encounter with Flyn fanftial, the little theif.
She dismounted and gently nudged his foot with hers.
Jak bolted awake throwing Daxter and the object in his left hand away from him. He looked up at the short red head standing over him, and blinked a few times.
"Hey you…." She said in an unnervingly mischievous way.
He ran a hand over his face tiredly and rubbed his goatee, "what do you want?"
"You seen Clueless?" she asked as he pulled him self up and brushed off the sand.
"No…" he turned his neck to one side to get a kink out. Daxter had slowly come to consciousness, climbed onto Jak's shoulder guard, and yawned.
"He's at the marauder camp," the otsel said casually with another yawn.
Jules frown.
Jak raised an eyebrow; "you mean he hasn't come back yet?" he seemed a little more awake.
"Don't worry we have…. friends there," she didn't sound to pleased and bit concerned. She giggled a bit, "sorry bout the wake up call."
"Its. …Okay," he paused for second, looked over at his leaper and took cacti's reins.
They stood their for a moment in a silence that was starting to get it a little awkward, especially after what Dax had had to say about her better half at the temple. And well she was acting sane, which was strange anyways.
"Well we'll be seeing you round… I guess." Dax said giving Jak an odd look.
"Yeah…" he said hesitantly.
"Wait!" she shouted at him before he could mount. She b-lined to a shiny sparkle in the sand like a magpie to a polished spoon. Her leaper squealed in delight as she dragged it along behind her. She bent over, scooped it up, and examined it.
"This yours?" she asked examining the small round seal. She flipped it over and back letting the sun catch its coppery surface.
" Oh…yeah!" he said jogging the few steps to her, "that's mine." He sounded like he was inwardly calling himself an idiot. He reached out for it but she pulled it away. He glared at her as she rubbed her fingers over it thoughtfully
"I've seen this symbol before," she said almost to herself, she ran her finger down along the dividing part of the ying yang on the seal.
"Can I have it back?" he growled agitatedly.
"Oh yeah, sure…sorry" she said quickly, tossing it to him absent-mindedly. Jak caught it deftly and pocketed it.
"So where have you seen that design before sweet cheeks?" Daxter asked, anything with mar's seal was usually helpful…. usually. And as the otsel thought more about it, precursor stuff was valuable in Spargus.
Jules taped her fingers to her temples a bit frantically; ignoring the fact that Dax had called her sweet cheeks, "oh I know!" she snapped her fingers and turned to him, "in the precursor temple! I went there once and there was this door and…um…I forget now but no ones been through it in over five hundred years!" she was starting to get excited then. "Imagine the technology that could be behind it, bet it would make haven look like child's play! You ever been to the temple? Its full of such amazing things it just so amazing!"
Daxter and Jak gave each other a look. Some how this didn't seem good.
"I bet you anything that this thing's a key or something, did you look at the notches in the back!" she looked at him with her big green puppy dog eyes.
Jak groaned, he knew what she was about to ask.
"No." he said firmly.
"Pleeeeeease! I'm sure I could sweet talk Kleiver into letting us burrow a vehicle!"
"Listen sister, we don't need you to sweet talk Kleiver, Jak's got his own wheels now. And its got kickin' hydraulics on it. So you can just forget the whole idea!"
Jak ran a hand over his face again in an exasperated way.
"You have a dune hoper! That's great!" she squealed. She grabbed him by a strap for his light armor and gun and began to drag him and her leaper off toward Kleivers garage. Cacti brought up the rear of the odd procession.
"Come on Jak your twice her size!" Daxter said a bit dementedly, "You always let women walk all over you!"
Jak glared at him, "this is you fault." He growled at his friend.
"You know I can hear you," she said while still dragging him, despite the fact that he was walking complacently behind her now. "And he's really kind of short."
Jak glared at the back of her red head, he snorted, and he was still a half a head taller than her and that all that counted.
"Well," Jak ventured, "at least I'm not crazy like you."
"That's negotiable," Daxter piped in, getting the last word as usual.