From the Rocky Bits to Down Below, Sunday Afternoon
Okay, so yesterday hadn't really worked out as planned, but Jak was still intent on getting away from Samos, and getting to do as much fun stuff with Dax as he possibly could. Exploring the island had been the next bullet point on his list, and what would be a better place to start than the Rocky Bits...?
Jak's hand shot up and snagged a rock, pulling himself up. They were at about medium level now, nearing the top. Awesome. He grinned, and reached up again.
"I hope you know," Daxter said, about as imperiously as he possibly could while clinging to Jak's shoulder-plate for dear life," that you're going to get us both killed, here.
He would! Just watch! Daxter was certain about these things! Because, you know, he actually knew Jak. There was a track record for this kind of stuff.
People back home needed to have more confidence in Jak. He'd stayed alive so far, hadn't he? And nobody in Fandom ever complained! ... Well, except Jono, but that had been an accident.
Jak shook his head with some mirth - just trust him, Daxter! - and pushed off on some rock to get him up even higher. Seriously. End so in sight. This was awesome.
And that was the sort of response that made little orange Ottsels roll their eyes and shake their heads and click their tongues and hang on even more tightly.
"And me without a parachute," Dax grumped. "At least we're almost to the top already."
Exactly. Positive thinking, Dax. It made the world go 'round.
Two more rocks. One more...
And finally, one white-clad hand triumphantly touched on the top of the Rocky... Bit. He grinned again (you could hear the triumphant music, man. Ta-daaa!) and pulled himself up. Score. Now if they just went for the next part of this--
Jak blinked, as that final push got him face to face with something tiny, green, and full of teeth. Um.
The shriek from Daxter as the aforementioned tiny green thing chomped onto his arm actually had a really, really nice echo to it through the rocky bits, like that.
Jak was lucky he'd instinctively pushed himself upright and on top in that moment, because Dax's shrieking meant only one thing: these hands were going over these ears!
The tiny green thing let go, fell to the previous layer of rocks with a satisfied noise, and scampered off.
... The unfortunate thing was, with a grunt and a snarl and a twirl in a circle, Dax was now well on his way, as well.
"HUGHPLEEEH!"
... Jak stared down at him. Daxter? Daxter?
... With one quick jump, he was down there, running after the crazy rat.
[[ for the crazy gremlin-bit rat, and whoever might be wandering near the rocky bits... ]]
Jak's hand shot up and snagged a rock, pulling himself up. They were at about medium level now, nearing the top. Awesome. He grinned, and reached up again.
"I hope you know," Daxter said, about as imperiously as he possibly could while clinging to Jak's shoulder-plate for dear life," that you're going to get us both killed, here.
He would! Just watch! Daxter was certain about these things! Because, you know, he actually knew Jak. There was a track record for this kind of stuff.
People back home needed to have more confidence in Jak. He'd stayed alive so far, hadn't he? And nobody in Fandom ever complained! ... Well, except Jono, but that had been an accident.
Jak shook his head with some mirth - just trust him, Daxter! - and pushed off on some rock to get him up even higher. Seriously. End so in sight. This was awesome.
And that was the sort of response that made little orange Ottsels roll their eyes and shake their heads and click their tongues and hang on even more tightly.
"And me without a parachute," Dax grumped. "At least we're almost to the top already."
Exactly. Positive thinking, Dax. It made the world go 'round.
Two more rocks. One more...
And finally, one white-clad hand triumphantly touched on the top of the Rocky... Bit. He grinned again (you could hear the triumphant music, man. Ta-daaa!) and pulled himself up. Score. Now if they just went for the next part of this--
Jak blinked, as that final push got him face to face with something tiny, green, and full of teeth. Um.
The shriek from Daxter as the aforementioned tiny green thing chomped onto his arm actually had a really, really nice echo to it through the rocky bits, like that.
Jak was lucky he'd instinctively pushed himself upright and on top in that moment, because Dax's shrieking meant only one thing: these hands were going over these ears!
The tiny green thing let go, fell to the previous layer of rocks with a satisfied noise, and scampered off.
... The unfortunate thing was, with a grunt and a snarl and a twirl in a circle, Dax was now well on his way, as well.
"HUGHPLEEEH!"
... Jak stared down at him. Daxter? Daxter?
... With one quick jump, he was down there, running after the crazy rat.
[[ for the crazy gremlin-bit rat, and whoever might be wandering near the rocky bits... ]]