Double Dragon?

The doors swing open with an incredibly loud 'BANG' as they whack against the walls, and what is revealed is, quite simply...

Area 2: The Village. the book wriggles off of Druidman's belt, and opens itself to display a message. "You have given them water which they lacked for so long... they will see you as though you were either demons or gods. They have been isolated for so long as to not know which."

On the other side of the doors is a long stairway that leads down to the village, which spans an entire plateau surrounded by interconnecting water channels which, at a glance, appear to have been just filled with water recently. Countless viruses celebrate around the edges of the canals, some drinking, some 'dancing', others merely nodding in recognition.

The village itself is mostly wooden huts held together with bamboo, along with a few larger buildings...
There was only one word Seraphim could establish and throw out.

"Heya!" in retrospect, he realized he didn't know if they even spoke the same language. He shrugged, and looked up. Erin could probably translate. Going on a quest to get a giant stone tablet to translate their language would be extremely cumbersome, after all.
Druidman shook his head slightly, and started to make his way down the staircase. "You coming dude? This sorta looks like fun!"
Seraphim bent down, tensing his legs and leaping a dramatic leap as only he could.

Of course, he realized halfway down that it was a pretty long fall.


A really long fall.



A really really long fall.

"Waaaagh!" He yelled out, the words snatched away by the wind.

Erin, with her less than lightning reflexes... lifted the aqua balloon chip that she had so recently acquired, and slotted it back in. If the natives were so eager to get water, she could kill two birds with one stone.

With a 'Ploosh', the navi landed deep in the aquaballoon, his sword-mesh-gun accidentally triggering. The balloon exploded in a harmless shower of water as the navi landed on his ass with a less than comfortable thud. He quietly reflected that it could have been worse, with an ensuing splat. He slid his weapon into his inventory, and waved with open arms at the village, repeating his previous message of "Hiya!"

*Prepare for Jump
*Charge Jump
1] Jump
2] Reflect on life
3] Life flashes before eyes
4] Aquaballoon
5] Fluxburst at balloon while inside it, (200 damage total)
6] Clamber out and say "Hiya!" woozily.
A few stone Cannondumbs turn and regard Seraphim warily for a moment, but simply turn to their prior positions after a short moment.

Druidman reaches Seraphim a few moments later.

It would appear nothing has noticed them yet.
"Not very talkative..." Seraphim noted, as he looked around. He walked closer to the canals, trying not to show any hostile movements, and when he got to the waterfront, he felt the urge to say something.

"No, don't, please." Erin almost begged, as she realized what her navi was most definitely was going to say.

"Could any of you uh, Take me to your Leader?" Seraphim asked politely.
Druidman put his hand on Seraphim's shoulder. "Hey, man." he said softly. "These dudes won't bother us anytime soon. We should probably take a look around on our own. Probably starting with the bigger buildings, I'd reckon, dude."
A Metool by the canals notices Seraphim and Druidman, and says something in hurried 'meeps' to the Spooky next to him, who talks to the Spooky next to him, and so on until eventually just about every single virus in the village is gathered around Seraphim and Druidman, gazing at them warily.
"Hello, howya all doing?" Seraphim asked friendlily as he presented a gauntlet out to the viruses, most of which didn't appear to have hands. He was quite reminded of his failure with the Metool Hero as he grinned at the viruses, albeit now with a tinge of guilty sadness.

"Er, my friend and I appear to have intruded on you guys." He noted the water celebration and remembered the 'Book' and its words. He also stared at himself, still dripping wet from the aquaballoon. He refrained from saying anything else, staring at his companion with a somewhat nervously fake grin pasted across his face now.
Druidman adopted a similar grin. "Well, dudes, if you guys are too busy with your festival, we'll just take a look around ourselves, okay?" he said, hoping to convey peaceful intent.

((ANIMAL EMPATHY, LOL))
((THEY'RE NOT ANIMALS, LOL))

A few Metools and Spooky chatter nervously amongst themselves for a moment, and a single Spooky fizzles out of existence, invisible.

It appears to have gone somewhere, as the Metool it was talking to is simply waiting patiently with an anxious look on its' face.

The crowd does not show any signs of breaking, either. In fact, a few more Metools and Spooky that had been inside huts join the crowd to stare at the newcomers.

Culture Shock, anyone?
"Erm." Druidman whispered to Seraphim. "Let's let these dudes get it out of their system. Maybe they'll lose interest and wander off, man."

He did his best to look humble.
"I think we should wait and see what they want first..." Seraphim whispered out of the side of his mouth. It was slightly obvious. Alright, it was a stage whisper. However, the fact was no less certain that they were in a bad situation if this broke out into a fight.
Eventually Druidman and Seraphim notice the crowd parting for what looks like a torch, topped with a red flame. The 'torch' actually turns out to be a Mettfire virus, and the crowd steps back a few paces when he reaches the inner circle.

The Mettfire virus seems pensive for a moment, then speaks. "Ehm... Hello?"
"Heya, how're you doing? Look, if this is a bad time, we could go right by and leave right now." Seraphim said, noting the mettfire virus. He'd never seen one before.

"We uh, just solved this puzzle thing and the water rushed through. Looks like it's a big thing. Sorry if it's a problem." Seraphim shrugged and kept his grin on, waiting for a response.
Druidman simply lowered his head to the Mettfire. He'd heard of them, but hadn't yet encountered one, much less one that could talk.

Finishing his small bow, he said simply, "Hello, dude."
The Mettfire seems to recognize only a few of the words; the only one that actually evokes a large response is 'water'.

The Mettfire fires two balls of fire from its' staff; one at Druidman, and one at Seraphim. The two seem unaffected for a moment-

Until suddenly, all the hushed, gibberish chatting of the virus crowd around them makes *sense*.

"Maybe they filled the canals...?"

"It's been a long while since we've had any outsiders..."

"Are they demons?"

"No, they look more like gods to me. They even had a good omen when they arrived!"

"Nonsense, they're just butchers like the last ones that came here 10 years ago."

"That green one looks kind of handsome..."

"I wonder why that one has such weird hair."

The conversations are innumerable even when whispered, until one voice breaks through the noise.

"And now you know the language of the village. Come see me in my home later; we have much to discuss." The Mettfire points at the largest building in the village, shouts out "DISBAND!", then heads off toward his house.

The crowd scatters, some going back to the canals, others taking some water and heading for their homes...

One thing is for certain; this will be interesting...
"Err... 'kay." Seraphim followed the virus, wondering if this was permanent. He rather hoped it was. It would help much with negotiations.
Druidman was overwhelmed. This was a wonderful gift, even if it only worked for a short time. "Well, let's look around, Seraphdude." he said. "Maybe we can find a map or something."

Glancing around, he called out to a nearby villager. "Excuse me, man, is there a place we could find a map or something, so we could find our way around?"
"Alright." Seraphim said agreeably, taking a passive role as he looked around for any viruses milling around waiting for him to converse with them.