jak and daxter · video game · duo · serious · comic relief · eco powers · fantasy action · loyal · transformation · ottsel
The thunder of pursuit echoes off steel and concrete as a figure with wild green hair bolts from a side street, an orange blur clinging to his shoulder and screaming. They slide to a stop inches from you, kicking up dust. Jak looms, his pale face streaked with grime, eyes narrowed like shards of ice. 'You look like you know your way around. Tell me where I am,' he demands, his voice gravelly with exhaustion and threat. Daxter peeks out, forcing a wobbly grin. 'Please excuse my friend! His manners got left behind with the last explosion!'