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Death Battle | Daxter vs SpyroI loved Daxter when I played the games, and Spyro just seemed the perfect fit for the little bugger... So let's see this then, shall we?Death Battle | Daxter vs Spyro by XeruFury2
Daxter vs Spyro
Weight: 48 lbs
Noteworthy Skills/Traits: Extremely agile/acrobatic. Is a human in the form of an ottsel (half otter, half weasel). Intelligent; retains cognitive thought and speech capabilities. Understands combat up to the point of operating small firearms. Sarcastic and moody (roughly aged 19 in current form). Maintains "Dark Daxter" ability. Claims to be the main protagonist of the games, follows alias of "Orange Lightning".
Weapon(s): Basic melee capabilities (including a tail whip and light punches). Spray Gun (akin to a shotgun). Electric Bug Swatter.
Clothing/Armor/etc: Torn black gloves. Goggles (generally held above his head). Denim shorts.
Appearance: Small ottsel (otter-weasel mix). Short length orange-yellow fur. Large eyes. Long otter tail
Catalyst Ch.2~ Two ~Catalyst Ch.2 by Frenetic-Kinetic
It had seemed a good idea at the time. Tired and lacking the motivation to walk halfway across the city, Taryn was offered a lift – by Jinx, of all people. Yet she now felt deep regret at agreeing to such a thing. He refused to stop asking about any late night activities she and Jak might have taken part in. Her initial response of “we just talked” hadn’t doused his dirty sense of humour at all.
“Shut up,” she groused. “Or, so help me, I’ll kick you out of this cruiser.”
“Gee, somebody’s grumpy today,” he chuckled.
“Thanks to you.”
“Ya know what I think?”
“I’m afraid to ask.”
“I think yer grumpy, ‘cause ya didn’t get lucky with Pretty Boy.”
She stared at the passing surroundings, silently fuming. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a way to get away from her blonde, cigar-smoking friend today. They had received a tas
Catalyst Ch.1~ One ~Catalyst Ch.1 by Frenetic-Kinetic
Perplexity, resentment and rejection – it was impossible to merge all three emotions and display it on a face in one look, but, somehow, Taryn managed to do just that. Green eyes narrowed at the taunting nature of the padlock on her door; against the knowledge that she hadn’t the strength to pull it free, her gloved hand futiley tugged. It was her friend’s place, really, but, since they had shed the mortal coil, she couldn’t afford the rent to stay – hence the oversized padlock. She let go of it and turned away to observe the cloudy, afternoon sky.
So far, today had not been particularly good, nor astonishingly bad, but the blue-haired teen was in the mood for a strong drink. To The Naughty Ottsel it is, she thought grimly. As she traversed the cleaned up, rebuilt Slums, her heavy-duty boots lazily scuffed against the ground, her mind almost willing rain to fall; then, at least, she could get a little sympathy for being soaking wet.
Broken“Why do I have to go with you?” Jak grumbled.Broken by Frenetic-Kinetic
“‘Cause Torn doesn’t trust me with his money, and, even if he did, he doesn’t trust me on my own,” Jinx elucidated. “Plus, I kinda owe him after I, you know…” His voice lowered. “…blew up somma his stuff.”
Jak let out an exasperated cry, but continued accompanying the pyromaniac, for the sake of Torn, Haven’s safety and, most likely, the world’s. However, this was the ex-Commander’s fault in the first place – if he hadn’t broken his table, even after being warned about bashing it, the pair of blondes wouldn't be on a trip together, going to buy a new one. So, as far as Jak was concerned, the brunette owed him a favour.
“Did Torn say what kind of table he wanted?” the younger blonde asked.
“Nah. So I’m usin’ my imagination,” Jinx replied.
Uh-oh. That was bad. When said male