Jak was in a hurry. He didn't know if the time was fixed, and found he didn't care either. Ignoring everything else he ran towards the only link he had to...anything, really.
While this was nice and all, following this map was quite the challenge while he was in such a hurry. So, while Dax had to wait two days, Jak found himself late by only a few hours. He was also not expecting his friend to greet him. "Dax. You look..."
Daxter blinked when he was apparently spoken to. This guy was the closest thing to normal he'd seen since arrival, and looked familiar. He couldn't place a name with the face though and finally just came out and asked. "Do I know you? You look familiar."
Oh, this was typical. Jak had received his best friend once again. In this case, Daxter was too young to recognize him.
Though he really should have been able to put two and two together, but then again, neither of them(to his personal knowledge) claimed to be the brains.
"By the Precursors Dax. You really can't figure it out?" It must have been the striking goatee he'd grown in.
"No, can't say I can," Daxter started, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Although there is something really familiar about you..." His first guess would've been Jak's dad, but no one had ever seen the guy so that probably wasn't it. Maybe he was related to the silent buddy somehow? "Hey are you related to a mute kid with greenish-blonde hair who's almost as stylish as me?"
"I'm far more stylish than you! Let's see you grow one of these, eh?" Jak stroked his goatee with a smug smirk. By the Precursors how he'd missed his buddy, perhaps even more so after their brief reunion.
Of course if what he'd heard was true, Jak had to wonder heavily as to how his friend had ended up two years younger. "When did you get here?"
"Says you, buddy! I'm so stylish that it can't be duplicated," Daxter said immediately, his need to have an ego puffing up. He smirked a little at Jak's goatee. "Some face fuzz does go a long way with the ladies though I've heard."
He didn't pause a moment before answering. "Nearly two months."
"Please. You're as stylish as a Yakow." Jak waved of his friend momentarily before toying with his goatee again. Perhaps he should head out into the market, ears were in here apparently. He only had a few precious moments to consider the thought though as he was suddenly jarred back from the trifling thoughts of a girlfriend by sheer outrage.
"TWO MONTHS?!" This was not to say that Jak was angry with this friend, hardly the case. No, he was instead directing his ire at the odd force that had been controlling time lately. He got so made he felt the familiar pull from deep within, unconsciously trying to reach for what no longer slept within. Touching only emptiness, Jak fell over, suddenly feeling quite sick and betraying himself with a thought that for only a brief second; he missed the touch the Dark Eco had left within.
Pushing up to his feet again, he looked levelly at Daxter. "Well, time's a little..." Jak trailed off, certain his friend would be able to follow the thought.
"What?! I'm way-" Daxter was cut off before his rant could even start by Jak's sudden outburst and just stood there blinking when he just sort of fell over for no reason. There was definitely something about him. "Uh, you okay?" But yes, he could follow the thought.
Waving Daxter off, Jak stood up straight again. "I think. We have to catch up though. Last time you were ahead of me." Knowing his friend wouldn't follow that, he smiled a little.
Now that he wasn't angry anymore, he didn't feel sick either. "Anyway, two months? You know a place to hang out at yet?" Being that two months had escaped he, he was really interested in actually doing something now. Of course he didn't doubt Daxter was the talk of all of Rowan already, being an Ottsel hadn't really damped his flair in the slightest, and now that he was normal, Jak figured the community had better watch out.
"Ahead of you?What--" This was all getting a little weird. And then it hit him like a brick to the head. "Wait a minute...Jak?" The personality was a bit different and there was obviously the fact that he was talking, but there was only one person like him and that had to be this guy. "When did you learn to talk?!"
Man. Had Dax really been this slow when they were both that young? While he'd been disappointed at this, he quickly recovered and nodded. "Jak."
Then the talking thing again. Jak was honestly quite lucky this particular instance of him hadn't had to endure all the light jabbing Daxter had been giving him about it back home. "Man, I could have talked sooner if you hadn't kept interrupting back home. Infact, everyone did!" Jak was far from upset now, but still had to ask why.
"Oh puh-lease. I've been trying to get you to say something for forever," Daxter said with a slight huff. "What'd it take, another three years and a hot date?"
Daxter's statement made Jak think back to his first words he'd said in a long time.
This being when they first reunited after Jak had been taken into custody for the Dark Warrior program that had been started. Two years of experimentation and regular infusions of Dark Eco had left Jak bubbling over with constant rage, thus leading to his first words being, 'I'm gonna kill Praxis!!!'.
"Yeah, something like that." Now that he wasn't straining to keep his temper in check, it seemed childish. Well, not really considering the circumstances, but he didn't feel like going over it yet. "Anyway. What now?"
"How should I know?" Daxter demanded. "It's not like we're living the good life here or anything." This was going to take some getting used to. Older Jak that talks.
While this was nice and all, following this map was quite the challenge while he was in such a hurry. So, while Dax had to wait two days, Jak found himself late by only a few hours. He was also not expecting his friend to greet him. "Dax. You look..."
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Though he really should have been able to put two and two together, but then again, neither of them(to his personal knowledge) claimed to be the brains.
"By the Precursors Dax. You really can't figure it out?" It must have been the striking goatee he'd grown in.
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Of course if what he'd heard was true, Jak had to wonder heavily as to how his friend had ended up two years younger. "When did you get here?"
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He didn't pause a moment before answering. "Nearly two months."
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"TWO MONTHS?!" This was not to say that Jak was angry with this friend, hardly the case. No, he was instead directing his ire at the odd force that had been controlling time lately. He got so made he felt the familiar pull from deep within, unconsciously trying to reach for what no longer slept within. Touching only emptiness, Jak fell over, suddenly feeling quite sick and betraying himself with a thought that for only a brief second; he missed the touch the Dark Eco had left within.
Pushing up to his feet again, he looked levelly at Daxter. "Well, time's a little..." Jak trailed off, certain his friend would be able to follow the thought.
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Now that he wasn't angry anymore, he didn't feel sick either. "Anyway, two months? You know a place to hang out at yet?" Being that two months had escaped he, he was really interested in actually doing something now. Of course he didn't doubt Daxter was the talk of all of Rowan already, being an Ottsel hadn't really damped his flair in the slightest, and now that he was normal, Jak figured the community had better watch out.
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Then the talking thing again. Jak was honestly quite lucky this particular instance of him hadn't had to endure all the light jabbing Daxter had been giving him about it back home. "Man, I could have talked sooner if you hadn't kept interrupting back home. Infact, everyone did!" Jak was far from upset now, but still had to ask why.
He was only seventeen after all.
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This being when they first reunited after Jak had been taken into custody for the Dark Warrior program that had been started. Two years of experimentation and regular infusions of Dark Eco had left Jak bubbling over with constant rage, thus leading to his first words being, 'I'm gonna kill Praxis!!!'.
"Yeah, something like that." Now that he wasn't straining to keep his temper in check, it seemed childish. Well, not really considering the circumstances, but he didn't feel like going over it yet. "Anyway. What now?"
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