Alex and Jaz by Hex

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A bit over a year later

Alex sits at a table bits and pieces of a clock cluttering it. Exhaling in aggravation she gets a blast of dust in return. “Damnat! Bardus popula! Quare et voluerint veteres ipsum? Cur non vis effercio est novus? Quae non indiget ipsum dolor?” (Damn! Stupid people! Why do they want the ancient stuff? Why can they not want stuff that is new? Stuff that needs no fixing?) Looking around the table she groans and puts her face on her palm. “Jaz!”

“I didn’t do it!” is the yelped reply coming from a pile of objects.

“Deum (God), what did you do now Jaz” she adds the other hand to hiding her face.

The mumbled reply was mostly not understandable expect for the words “apples” and “guards.”

Getting up to retrieve some of the tea to cure headaches Alex questions Jaz, “Small gear, most likely copper with some filigree,” at a questioning sound she reiterates, “some pretty designs on it. Where is it?”

“Um…” Jaz tugs on a lock of hair, “I think I put it over there-ish” and points at a small pile over towards the wall.

“At least it is in a small pile this time, and what have I told you about taking objects from where I am working?” Alex finishes with a glare.

“If I keep doing it you’ll use me for target practice?” she half asks, half answers. Small objects topple down the pile as the top of a head and eyes appear out of it.

“Exactly,” walking over to the small pile Alex shifts through it looking for the gear. Finding it she returns to her table and continues to fix the clock.

Sighing Jaz comes out of her hiding place picking this and that out of her tangled hair. She then proceeds to play with some of the toys she has laying around her area of their home. Smiling at the thought of having a home Jaz looks around the old abandoned Black Smith’s shop as she absently gallops a small toy horse around a even smaller village.

A candle mark after the noon bell welcomes the sight of Alex finishing the clock. Wiping her hands free of dust and walking to a make-shift kitchen she grabs some bread and cheese after tossing an apple and carrot at the young girl who was now looking at pictures on a scroll.

“Ow!” exclaims Jaz rubbing her head where the apple hit, “I already ate Alex.”

Raising an eyebrow Alex returns with, “Yeah sure, some bread and cheese like always and probably some of those sugared nuts I am not suppose to know about, Right?”

“But…” she start only to sulk at the interruption of ‘Eat Jazmine’ coming from Alex. Taking a bite out of the un-bruised portion of the apple she perks up at what Alex say next.

“Finish those up and we will go into the market, alright?” Alex pulls some water up from the well taking a scoop to drink before lower the bucket once more.

Minutes later, and after choking on a bite of apple, the two head towards the market. Alex puts her cap back on to go into her male persona, while Jaz remains the same in looks as always.

A few seconds after they had entered the market Jaz was already running from booth to booth, asking the merchants dozens of questions about this and that.

Pulling her cap down a little farther down Alex watches Jaz out of the corner of her eye. Rolling her eyes she puts down a few coppers and puts the object she just bought in one of her pockets. She walks off to drag Jaz away from the cloth merchant that was letting her touch the fabrics.

“Bye nice lady! Hey Alex did ya see that booth with the fish I never knew that they came in such pretty colors and so small too.” Getting out of Alex’s grip she then proceeds to entertain herself by running circles around the older girl chatting about what she saw. “Some of the fruit looked weird all pointy and stuff, but boy did they smell good. And that guy with the toys, he had this cone like thing that would go round, and round, and round, and… mmph.”

Alex took her hand back off of Jaz’s mouth and held up one find to say “wait”. Reaching into one of her pockets she withdrew the object she had just bought. “It is called a top and if I end up stepping on it, it will go into the fire understand?”

“You’re the best, yep, yes sir. This is so neat I can’t wait to try it out!” spinning in a circle the young girl proceeds to skip next to Alex humming under her breath.

Unluckily for the duo they pass by a food cart they have ‘relived’ some of the merchandise from not that long ago. The merchant does a double take before yelling for the guards. “Thieves! Somebody grab them!”

“Excrementum,” (Shit) Alex says under her breath as she grabs Jaz and starts to run. “Paene quisque tempore!” (Almost every time) Making a left turn down an alley they see the large stone wall blocking their way. “If we get caught I will never take you to the market again! Hear me!”

“That’s what ya always say, and hey,” Jaz calls from down at the end of the alley, “Lookie open door.” Grinning Jaz, for once, pulls Alex into the building.

Looking around Alex is astonished at the sheer amount of… clothes. Everywhere hangs women’s and men’s clothing. “Okay genius what do we do now?”

“Let me think,” Jaz then starts to spin in a circle chanting “think, think, think.” After a minute she falls into a, thankfully clean, pile of socks. “I got it! Wee… why are ya going in circles Alex?”

Pinching the bridge of her nose Alex patently waits till the world stops spinning for the younger girl. “Well?”

A few minutes later

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!”

“Yep.”

“Absolutely not!”

“Do ya want to get caught?”

Growling Alex finally says, “Fine!”

“Good! Now let’s get some cloths yeah?” a smug Jaz asks smiling at Alex.

Mumbling Alex goes around checking the various dresses and shirts and skirts to see which ones would fit. After finding two sets of clothes she then throws them at Jaz and starts to undress. “Hurry up Jaz, the sooner we leave the sooner I will be able to get out of that get up.” Dropping her shirt to the floor she proceeds to unbind her breasts.

Stripping off her tunic and pants Jaz stares at the dress that was thrown at her with a puzzled frown. “Um… Alex? How does this work?”

“Bardus vestes! Bardus mulieribus! Bardus desiderium ut ornaturus subplex.” (Stupid dresses! Stupid women! Stupid need to dress appealing.) Tucking the peasant shirt into the skirt she’s wearing Alex looks up when Jaz repeats her question. Sighing she trudges over dropping the corset she was holding next to her feet. She then grabs the dress and slips it on over the younger’s head.

Jaz puts up a bit of a struggle before her arms find the sleeves and go into them. After the dress is pulled all the way on she lets out a squeak as Alex begins to tighten the built in corset the dress has. “What is this?” she goes to continue only to have to gasp, “Can’t breathe.”

“Paenitet,” (sorry) Alex apologizes loosening the corset a bit from where she tightened it. “It is called a corset. It is supposed to… enhance you attributes,” at a confused noise she states it in a different way, “It makes your breasts look bigger.”

“Why do I have to wear one? You’re not wearing one. That’s not fair, and I don’t want my breasts bigger. Won’t that make more targets follow me?” whines Jaz squirming in the dress trying to get comfortable.

“You are fourteen years old; most girls your age are trying to attract puppies to them. Find the right husband quick and all that. Also I am going to be wearing one of those things as well, I just need your help,” Alex explains as she starts to lace up the corset she has put on. Reaching the top she tightens as much as she can before she turns her back to Jaz. “Just pull it as tight as you can, I will tell you when to stop.”

Huffing Jaz grabs the two ends of the laces and pulls. “Girls are stupid right? That’s why they wear these things yeah? Now I know why a always said you’d never wear one,” giving a tiny growl, much like that of a kitten, Jaz strains to pull harder.

“Jaz if you do not pull harder I am going to burn that top I gave you,” the older girl says looking over her shoulder, only to lose her breath when the other yanks her hands back in surprise. “That is tight enough! Tie it.”

With her tongue sticking out a little Jaz ties a bow with the laces before asking, “Ya wouldn’t really burn it if I couldn’t tighten this thing tight enough, right?” She looks at Alex her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Rolling her eyes Alex messes up the girl’s hair, “Save that for someone that does not know your tricks. And no, I would not have burned your new top.” Grabbing a pair of shoes she had found earlier she puts them on before throwing another pair to
Jaz. “Put those on.”

“But, but, but, shoes?” comes the expected whine. The younger girl holds up the shoes far away from herself.

“Jazmine put on the condemno (damn) shoes!” the red haired girl starts to gather their original clothes putting them into a laundry sack, along with all but one of her daggers. Turning to see the still pouting girl she sighs and kneel in front of Jaz. “Listen, like I said before, the sooner we get these things on the sooner we can get out of them. Now put them on or I will.”

With another growl the younger girl puts on the shoes and takes the basket that Alex gives to her. “Why am I carrying a basket full of clothes that ain’t ours?”

“Are not, not ain’t, Nan would have your head if she heard you talk like that. As for the clothes it makes us look more the part,” corrects Alex. Just as she’s about to exit the building she’s stopped by a “Wait!” from Jaz. “What now?”

Nodding towards Alex’s head the girl explains, “Your hair tie, take it out and you’ll look more girly.”

Studying her companion Alex finally nods and removes the leather hair tie from her hair and secures it around her wrist. Ignoring Jaz’s “Ooh pretty” she shakes out her hair and then walks out of the building.

The two walk down the alley way towards the street. They’re able to pass most of the guards in the market until one spies the recognizable silver medallion around Jaz’s neck. “There they are catch them!”

As their eyes go wide the girls dash away Jaz in the lead. Going down side streets and alleys the two reach a long empty road that leads up to a castle. Alex grabs Jaz stopping her and turning her around. “What were you thinking you led us right to the castle where there are more guards!” Alex questions the other girl.

“I didn’t know it led to here! I was trying to go to the apple orchard I usually hide in,” Jaz says defending herself. “Uh oh…” wide eyes look behind Alex as blue and silver dressed guards start to appear.

Groaning in dismay the older girl grabs Jaz, “Come on we have no choice!”

Chapter End Notes:

Yes for now Alex does speak in Latin every now and then.

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Alex and Jaz by Hex [Reviews - 1] Chapter or Story Table of Contents - Text Size + Author's Chapter Notes: Forgive me if the translations are wrong I'm using Google. A bit over a year later Alex sits at a table bits and pieces of a clock cluttering it. Exhaling in aggravation she gets a blast of dust in return. “Damnat! Bardus popula! Quare et voluerint veteres ipsum? Cur non vis effercio est novus? Quae non indiget ipsum dolor?” (Damn! Stupid people! Why do they want the ancient stuff? Why can they not want stuff that is new? Stuff that needs no fixing?) Looking around the table she groans and puts her face on her palm. “Jaz!” “I didn’t do it!” is the yelped reply coming from a pile of objects. “Deum (God), what did you do now Jaz” she adds the other hand to hiding her face. The mumbled reply was mostly not understandable expect for the words “apples” and “guards.” Getting up to retrieve some of the tea to cure headaches Alex questions Jaz, “Small gear, most likely copper with some filigree,” at a questioning sound she reiterates, “some pretty designs on it. Where is it?” “Um…” Jaz tugs on a lock of hair, “I think I put it over there-ish” and points at a small pile over towards the wall. “At least it is in a small pile this time, and what have I told you about taking objects from where I am working?” Alex finishes with a glare. “If I keep doing it you’ll use me for target practice?” she half asks, half answers. Small objects topple down the pile as the top of a head and eyes appear out of it. “Exactly,” walking over to the small pile Alex shifts through it looking for the gear. Finding it she returns to her table and continues to fix the clock. Sighing Jaz comes out of her hiding place picking this and that out of her tangled hair. She then proceeds to play with some of the toys she has laying around her area of their home. Smiling at the thought of having a home Jaz looks around the old abandoned Black Smith’s shop as she absently gallops a small toy horse around a even smaller village. A candle mark after the noon bell welcomes the sight of Alex finishing the clock. Wiping her hands free of dust and walking to a make-shift kitchen she grabs some bread and cheese after tossing an apple and carrot at the young girl who was now looking at pictures on a scroll. “Ow!” exclaims Jaz rubbing her head where the apple hit, “I already ate Alex.” Raising an eyebrow Alex returns with, “Yeah sure, some bread and cheese like always and probably some of those sugared nuts I am not suppose to know about, Right?” “But…” she start only to sulk at the interruption of ‘Eat Jazmine’ coming from Alex. Taking a bite out of the un-bruised portion of the apple she perks up at what Alex say next. “Finish those up and we will go into the market, alright?” Alex pulls some water up from the well taking a scoop to drink before lower the bucket once more. Minutes later, and after choking on a bite of apple, the two head towards the market. Alex puts her cap back on to go into her male persona, while Jaz remains the same in looks as always. A few seconds after they had entered the market Jaz was already running from booth to booth, asking the merchants dozens of questions about this and that. Pulling her cap down a little farther down Alex watches Jaz out of the corner of her eye. Rolling her eyes she puts down a few coppers and puts the object she just bought in one of her pockets. She walks off to drag Jaz away from the cloth merchant that was letting her touch the fabrics. “Bye nice lady! Hey Alex did ya see that booth with the fish I never knew that they came in such pretty colors and so small too.” Getting out of Alex’s grip she then proceeds to entertain herself by running circles around the older girl chatting about what she saw. “Some of the fruit looked weird all pointy and stuff, but boy did they smell good. And that guy with the toys, he had this cone like thing that would go round, and round, and round, and… mmph.” Alex took her hand back off of Jaz’s mouth and held up one find to say “wait”. Reaching into one of her pockets she withdrew the object she had just bought. “It is called a top and if I end up stepping on it, it will go into the fire understand?” “You’re the best, yep, yes sir. This is so neat I can’t wait to try it out!” spinning in a circle the young girl proceeds to skip next to Alex humming under her breath. Unluckily for the duo they pass by a food cart they have ‘relived’ some of the merchandise from not that long ago. The merchant does a double take before yelling for the guards. “Thieves! Somebody grab them!” “Excrementum,” (Shit) Alex says under her breath as she grabs Jaz and starts to run. “Paene quisque tempore!” (Almost every time) Making a left turn down an alley they see the large stone wall blocking their way. “If we get caught I will never take you to the market again! Hear me!” “That’s what ya always say, and hey,” Jaz calls from down at the end of the alley, “Lookie open door.” Grinning Jaz, for once, pulls Alex into the building. Looking around Alex is astonished at the sheer amount of… clothes. Everywhere hangs women’s and men’s clothing. “Okay genius what do we do now?” “Let me think,” Jaz then starts to spin in a circle chanting “think, think, think.” After a minute she falls into a, thankfully clean, pile of socks. “I got it! Wee… why are ya going in circles Alex?” Pinching the bridge of her nose Alex patently waits till the world stops spinning for the younger girl. “Well?” A few minutes later “No.” “Yes.” “No!” “Yep.” “Absolutely not!” “Do ya want to get caught?” Growling Alex finally says, “Fine!” “Good! Now let’s get some cloths yeah?” a smug Jaz asks smiling at Alex. Mumbling Alex goes around checking the various dresses and shirts and skirts to see which ones would fit. After finding two sets of clothes she then throws them at Jaz and starts to undress. “Hurry up Jaz, the sooner we leave the sooner I will be able to get out of that get up.” Dropping her shirt to the floor she proceeds to unbind her breasts. Stripping off her tunic and pants Jaz stares at the dress that was thrown at her with a puzzled frown. “Um… Alex? How does this work?” “Bardus vestes! Bardus mulieribus! Bardus desiderium ut ornaturus subplex.” (Stupid dresses! Stupid women! Stupid need to dress appealing.) Tucking the peasant shirt into the skirt she’s wearing Alex looks up when Jaz repeats her question. Sighing she trudges over dropping the corset she was holding next to her feet. She then grabs the dress and slips it on over the younger’s head. Jaz puts up a bit of a struggle before her arms find the sleeves and go into them. After the dress is pulled all the way on she lets out a squeak as Alex begins to tighten the built in corset the dress has. “What is this?” she goes to continue only to have to gasp, “Can’t breathe.” “Paenitet,” (sorry) Alex apologizes loosening the corset a bit from where she tightened it. “It is called a corset. It is supposed to… enhance you attributes,” at a confused noise she states it in a different way, “It makes your breasts look bigger.” “Why do I have to wear one? You’re not wearing one. That’s not fair, and I don’t want my breasts bigger. Won’t that make more targets follow me?” whines Jaz squirming in the dress trying to get comfortable. “You are fourteen years old; most girls your age are trying to attract puppies to them. Find the right husband quick and all that. Also I am going to be wearing one of those things as well, I just need your help,” Alex explains as she starts to lace up the corset she has put on. Reaching the top she tightens as much as she can before she turns her back to Jaz. “Just pull it as tight as you can, I will tell you when to stop.” Huffing Jaz grabs the two ends of the laces and pulls. “Girls are stupid right? That’s why they wear these things yeah? Now I know why a always said you’d never wear one,” giving a tiny growl, much like that of a kitten, Jaz strains to pull harder. “Jaz if you do not pull harder I am going to burn that top I gave you,” the older girl says looking over her shoulder, only to lose her breath when the other yanks her hands back in surprise. “That is tight enough! Tie it.” With her tongue sticking out a little Jaz ties a bow with the laces before asking, “Ya wouldn’t really burn it if I couldn’t tighten this thing tight enough, right?” She looks at Alex her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Rolling her eyes Alex messes up the girl’s hair, “Save that for someone that does not know your tricks. And no, I would not have burned your new top.” Grabbing a pair of shoes she had found earlier she puts them on before throwing another pair to Jaz. “Put those on.” “But, but, but, shoes?” comes the expected whine. The younger girl holds up the shoes far away from herself. “Jazmine put on the condemno (damn) shoes!” the red haired girl starts to gather their original clothes putting them into a laundry sack, along with all but one of her daggers. Turning to see the still pouting girl she sighs and kneel in front of Jaz. “Listen, like I said before, the sooner we get these things on the sooner we can get out of them. Now put them on or I will.” With another growl the younger girl puts on the shoes and takes the basket that Alex gives to her. “Why am I carrying a basket full of clothes that ain’t ours?” “Are not, not ain’t, Nan would have your head if she heard you talk like that. As for the clothes it makes us look more the part,” corrects Alex. Just as she’s about to exit the building she’s stopped by a “Wait!” from Jaz. “What now?” Nodding towards Alex’s head the girl explains, “Your hair tie, take it out and you’ll look more girly.” Studying her companion Alex finally nods and removes the leather hair tie from her hair and secures it around her wrist. Ignoring Jaz’s “Ooh pretty” she shakes out her hair and then walks out of the building. The two walk down the alley way towards the street. They’re able to pass most of the guards in the market until one spies the recognizable silver medallion around Jaz’s neck. “There they are catch them!” As their eyes go wide the girls dash away Jaz in the lead. Going down side streets and alleys the two reach a long empty road that leads up to a castle. Alex grabs Jaz stopping her and turning her around. “What were you thinking you led us right to the castle where there are more guards!” Alex questions the other girl. “I didn’t know it led to here! I was trying to go to the apple orchard I usually hide in,” Jaz says defending herself. “Uh oh…” wide eyes look behind Alex as blue and silver dressed guards start to appear. Groaning in dismay the older girl grabs Jaz, “Come on we have no choice!” Chapter End Notes: Yes for now Alex does speak in Latin every now and then. Previous Next You must login (register) to review.

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