Double Dragon?

AND SO THE FELLOWSHIP TRAVELED.
Druidman said nothing. He just started walking, still fidgeting with the piece he had.
The duo trio quickly reach Svelte's house. Joe quickly hovers inside, already drawing the heated glances of a few villagers. The oversized candle doesn't help matters any, either...
Druidman waves his arm behind him, making a loud "Pfft." in the direction of the gawkers. As he turned and entered after Joe, still holding the piece.
Seraphim followed, setting the fan chip on Svelte's table.
Svelte merely glances awkwardly between the three of them, especially between Joe and Druidman.

Joe is the first to speak. "Here's that Vacuum chip." He says in a surprisingly light tone for his voice. The candle he's holding merely melts, the digital wax disappearing the moment it detaches from the candle-- revealing a Vacuum chip inside. Joe grabs it and slides it towards Svelte, who mutters a 'thank you' under her breath.
Druidman turns...

And hands the Floatshoe piece to Joe.

Silently, he starts to walk toward the other side of the room.
"Well, it seems I'll be leaving you two alone. Joe would like to talk to you about how to properly repair it and- stuff. I uh, have to go talk with--" He couldn't leave the situation like this. The girl -- He had to do something.

"My boyfriend." He swiftly excused himself, looping his arm around Druidman's neck, giving him a manly hug.

"Just give me a goddamned hug if you don't want her following you to the ends of time." He hissed in his ally's ear.

"Let's leave, honey." He pushed druidman as hard as he could toward the door.
Svelte is entirely silent, eyes wide as dinner-plates as she stares at Druidman and Seraphim.

And then Joe pipes up. "I'm not entirely convinced." He says, voice carrying an undercurrent of mischief. "If you're boyfriends, prove it. Kiss."

You can almost hear the cackling in his head.
"Weell" Druidman said, catching on to the ruse, "We COULD do that. But, really, would that prove anything, dude? If we were lying, and we were desperate enough, we could swallow our pride and do it anyway, man."

"So, let's show you something a little more concrete, alright, dude?" he said, turning to Seraphim, holding his shoulders, and revealing his Navi Emblem. "Start SoulCross installation." he whispered to Seraphim.

Druidman was worried, now. He wasn't sure if Seraphim and he had spent enough time together for the cross to go through. This may all end up going sour real quick...
"Insta-" Seraphim pondered. What was this installation? He paced himself through the idea. He thought he understood what Druidman meant. He wanted to prove it using a method of trust in another person. It was the best way to do this without going through unnecessary and unfitting of the situation homosexual fanservice.

It was an idea he approved of.

"Right." Seraphim wasn't aware how exactly to do the 'cross'. He shrugged. He didn't plan that far ahead anyway. They'd do their best, and if that didn't work- they'd just have to work harder.
Amazingly, Druidman and Seraphim start glowing a brilliant, bright white that pretty much blinds Svelte and Joe and- well, anybody else that would be looking.

((Lol, go reg the cross. Update your sigs to reflect having enough FXP. Don't post until you reg it.))
The navi groaned. It had been called out?

"I hope this was worth it to you." The voice, whisper soft and neutral as the navi turned, beginning to walk away.
Data flashed through Druidman's eyes as the download and install initiated. He felt himself lift slightly upwards as a flood of new data swarmed him.

Steve's PET flashed: NEW FILE ADDED: DRUIDMAN.EXE/SERAPHCROSS.

Druidman's hair lifted skywards, and froze in place, with the sound of moving leather, his armor tightened around his flesh and darkened, then, with an eerie light, glowed with green runes. He drew his scimitar, which was rapidly growing. Twirling it around showily, he holstered it across his back, and hummed a little tune.

Then, he landed, and the new personality files kicked in.

Druidman, now freshly decked out with black leather and a gravity defying hairstyle, threw his head back and laughed. "Satisfied, townsfolk? Is this what you needed to see?"

He sure hoped that his Bluff check worked. At the time, he hadn't thought to invest more skill points in it, he just hoped his Charisma Modifer would carry him along. Maybe he'd take a Feat to compensate the next time he leveled.
Joe and Svelte merely glance between each other, eyes conveying multiple emotions-- the only one that really sticks out, however, is 'What the hell?'.

Druidman and Seraphim merely walk outside.
"Hmm, this couldn't have been..." A smile grew unbidden on the lips of the navi as it began walking toward the house that had been designated as 'The Chief's'.
"Clearly, the town cheiftan must hold the newest adventure in our campaign!" Druidman announced loudly to anyone that would hear. "I should hope that our reward would be sufficient to our party level." he thought aloud to himself. "That reminds me, I still need to rest at an inn, I'm still hurt from before. I think I need to restore my spells per day anyhow." he said.

Then he walked with double move actions to the Cheiftans. With a 30 foot landspeed, it shouldn't take long.
Druidman and Seraphim reach the Chief's hut rather quickly- but they get the feeling there's something watching them from the backside of the chief's place.

How this is possible is unexplainable; whether it matters is up to them.

Either way, they now stand at the Chief's door.
"I'll be back shortly." No unnecessary words.


Drawing the cloak in tighter, a hand was pressed to the ground. With a small explosion- accentuated by the fact that the navi was propelled into the air, it searched for the spy. Directing the descent to the roof of the Chief's house, glancing around. Being watched wasn't what this being wanted. It usually bided its time in shadows, being the watcher itself.

"Where?" It let that one word forth, hissing it out like a curse.


1] Arc Shot, ground, use microburst to propel self up in a JATO jump.
2-4] Search for person, spotchecklol
*] Land on roof
*] Stabilize self
5-6] Continue looking

[36 Cure to Druidman]
"Hmm, a plot twist." Druidman commented. Druidman Moved Silently to the edge of the house, then risked a Spot check. He couldn't take 20, but his Wisdom Modifer was his highest, so he felt confidant in his keen senses. If only he was an elf, he would have little trouble at all, though he didn't care for the CON penalty. Half-elves were a possible compromise.