Fandom Island and Town

Yeah, so, being a leader of the Reserves meant he should probably stick with the party line and do all of that 'buddy system' stuff.

Should. Probably.

These were not very definite words.

And Jak was not really a stay-at-home kind of guy.

He'd been out for an hour already, shooting at giant flying... whatever they were, frying dogs and generally kicking ass. And, okay-- maybe he was getting a little tired. So heading back to the school? Good plan.

The large, greenish-yellow hulking thing that blocked his way had other ideas, though. "Kill the human!" the Super Mutant gleed, and swung a sledgehammer at Jak's head. Well.

Crap.

Jak jumped, and opened fire. This... was going to be a problem he needed to erase quickly.

[[ open for anyone wanting to fight beasties and/or a Super Mutant with ol' big-ears ]]

In a little while, Jak was going to find his ass requested on a mission to blow up some cargo in the port for Krew, but right now, he was still frustratingly free. And bored. So bored.

His thing with Hannibal the previous afternoon might promise some distractions, though, and so Jak made it down to the park, JET-board strapped to his back. Spotting no one there yet, he yanked it off, activating the board, and got on.

There were more park benches that needed grinding. Plus? You could make the best cartwheels from a hilltop. It was a proven fact.

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So Jak'd promised Tara he wasn't going anywhere right off the bat. Then last night, he'd found his phone. This morning, he'd found a message.

The phone had been stared at. He'd had no idea what to say, so she just got a message that was... a message. He had no clue what she was expecting, but he had a hunch it wasn't what he was.

It was all still too weird. Too... off, or something. As soon as dawn had breached, Jak had left his comfortingly sulphuric room to make his way down to the beach, securing his Morph gun on the way. Leaving it behind already felt strange, like there was something missing at his side while he was in the dorms.

He knelt down, and shoved the butt of his gun into the sand. And looked up at the sky.

Strange.

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A rickshaw thundered down the streets.

Wait, let's revise that sentence.

A rickshaw squeaked across the streets. It rattled. It... squished.

It squished, because Jak had just liberated it from the hands of a very terrified (and grateful) driver in order to tackle the swarm of tomatoes flooding down the streets. It was a tough job, especially with him going at top speed, hanging over the edge of the bike part in concentration.

He'd strapped a broom to the side of the rickshaw, too. Just to get a few extra on his way.

Jak was prepared for this kind of shit. You should see the Boggy Swamp some day.

[[ open, but slooow, both for your Jak or your streets needs ]]

Okay, so maybe Ching Tai was close to 'Cafe Fina' in terms of letters and stuff, but they were not exactly the same place. Maybe Jak's sense of direction had finally failed him. Really, it was lucky he'd remembered to pick Dinah up at hers, not at-- you know. The restaurant he'd reserved seats at, which turned out to be a Chinese restaurant and not that place where Zack worked.

But. Fine. Jak would make do. Right?

He was even holding the door, here!

[[ for a tweety, but Ching Tai is obviously open to all ]]

Dude. Dax was here. This meant that they had to do so much stuff while they still could! Like... looking at the castle! Eating! Talking to other people! Or, you know, less boring things like racing through the park, which was exactly what Jak was doing, Daxter on his shoulder. Closer and closer to the pond, they ran! This was fu--

Hey, that was one massive cloud of pink.

That was not only a massive cloud of pink, it was a very, very interesting cloud of pink, so far as the little orange Ottsel was concerned.

"Seagull?" Daxter Freakout Mode in 5... 4... 3... "Jak! Wouldja lookit the size of them funny pink seagulls? I gotta get'em! Gotta get'em and chase 'em and show 'em who's the boss of this pond! That'll teach 'em to be here, and pink, and--" If there was more to be said, it was lost in the pitter-patter of psycho Daxter feet, because he was off like a rocket after them.

My, they were somewhat tall for seagulls.

... Jak was pretty sure those were not seagulls. Dax and him had chased plenty of seagulls in their time, and they were a lot-- whiter, and, uh. But hey. Chasing birds! He barreled off after the psychotic rat, bare feet pushing off against the grass. It was weird, kind of, how Dax managed to achieve more speed than him when it came to--

--massive, curious-looking pink seagulls, who turned slowly on their stilty feet to stare at the menace that came thundering at them.

If you asked Dax, they were not taking flight because they were stupid, stupid birds, and it had nothing to do with the fact that he barely came up to their knees, and why weren't Ottsel feet properly equipped with a set of brakes, and... and...

"Jaaaaaaak!"

Now the game had shifted from 'chase the seagulls' to 'ten-pin pink bird bowling,' because Daxter had gone into the most spectacular bright orange somersalt the world had ever seen, directly into the domain of the enemy.

And here Jak had just been trying to avoid Samos.

[[ open for anyone who wants to gawk at the blond elf chasing the crazy orange rat chasing flamingoes. or just wants to use the park for their own activities. and of course for the rat himself. co-written with the awesome slacks_issues ]]

The beach remained Jak's favorite place on the island. He'd worn off the homesickness pretty quickly - he was used to being away, after months of chasing around trying to help Daxter - but that didn't mean that running on the beach wasn't, and wouldn't always be, a personal favorite.

So that's where he was, at noon, speeding across the sand in laps, getting some strain going. Yeah. Exercise was awesome. Even if he was starting to get enormous amounts of sand between his toes.

This was why he didn't wear shoes.

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