Dr. McNinja stumbled back towards the bunker after his brief walk. Curse Karl Jak and his “must keep moving” rule. He did his best to treat his many, MANY burns, but walking was still painful. But hey, makes sense. Would be a poor show if everyone just stood in place forever.
Jester had been following him around. Adorable girl, by the way, if not for what was clearly brain damage. That was the only way to explain why Jester would trust this strange man in a mask. Or, for some reason, think that a balaclava was equivalent to a superhero mask.
Still. Felt nice.
Doc always wanted to be a superhero.
Jester looked up at him, falling to her knees again. “Suuuuuper grouuuuup.”
“Yeap, I already agreed, Jester,” Doc grunted as he lifted her to her feet.
“You’re grumpy,” Jester said, stumbling slightly, “You’re like… You’re like…”
“Mm-hmm, I am,” Doc said, finally reaching the bunker’s front door. He threw the door open, effectively dragging Jester inside.
“Why do you have a croissant in your bag?” Jester asked.
Doc grunted, “That’s what the Jak-ass gave me as a joke of a weapon.”
“Well, it could be like a- like a- like a BOOMERANG.”
“I suppose it could, yeah-”
“Oh,” said a pretty familiar voice.
Dr. McNinja glared at the speaker. Yeah, he definitely recognized her. Hard to forget someone who set you on fire.
“You set me on fire,” Doc growled.
The woman looked at the croissant in Jester’s hand. The blue tiefling seemed to be trying to figure out how to open her mouth to chew it.
“I need that,” the pyromancer announced.
“So do I,” Doc said, raising a brow, “Well, *need* is a strong word-”
“No, as in…” The pyromancer lifted a jar of honey from her bag, displaying it Doc. “We both need it.”
***
Shikiria, as Dr. McNinja would learn, was overall a pretty reasonable woman. She was just as eager as Doc was to find out what the hell this honey-croissant would do. And, in the spirit of cooperation, she offered to share the results of whatever super-weapon this would turn into.
“Now, the question is,” Doc mumbled, “how the hell do you kill someone with a sticky croissant?”
“Maybe it’s not about killing?” Shikiria mused, “It could just be… I don’t know. A utility item.”
“Well, if Karl Jak sent us into a death game with two pieces of a dessert, I think I’m still gonna be pretty cross.”
“Noted.”
Doc watched intensely as Shikiria uncapped her jar of honey. Shikiria looked at Doc.
“You ready?”
“Probably not, but go ahead.”
Shikiria gently scooped out some of the honey and started drizzling it onto Doc’s croissants. The pair watched intensely as the honey oozed down the pastries, gently and with patience-
“BOO!”
Doc jumped and Shikiria scampered backwards as the loud voice startled the both of them. Jester stared at them with a shit-eating grin, even sticking her tongue out at Doc.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s real nice of you, Jester,” Doc groaned as he turned his attention back to the croissants.
And there they were. Honeyed croissants. Dr. McNinja’s jaw dropped.
“Oh my god he really sent us in here with two parts of a dessert.”
At that moment, Shikiria and Doc’s gadgets pinged. Jester cooed excitedly as he looked over Doc’s shoulder to read the message.
Combining Croissants B + Hunney makes 'Croissants A'! There are two 'servings' of these. Each serving will heal a Minor injury or downgrade one Major Injury to a Minor Injury.
Doc met Shikiria’s eyes. She nodded at the doctor. There was a tense moment as they both thought about what they learned.
“Well, there’s two croissants,” Shikiria said, “And two of us.”
“Three!” Jester chimed in.
“Two,” Doc corrected, “We might be part of a team-up, but this is between me and Shi-Shuku-”
“Shikiria,” the mage said.
“Shakira, right.” Doc gestured at the croissants. “So. One each?”
“That seems fair.”
Dr. McNinja stood up, grabbing one of the croissants. “Well, pleasure doing business with you. Good luck out there, hope you don’t kill me.”
Shikiria suppressed a chuckle as she reached for a handshake. Doc accepted it heartily. Jester, for some reason, decided to put her hand on top of their handshake with a giggle.
Shikiria gestured at Jester with her head. “She always do that?”
“I didn’t know her before the severe brain damage, but there’s a good chance.”
“Severe brain damage?”
“Ugh, yeah. Some shapeshifter, Toga, I think, stabbed her in the eye.”
“Oof.”
“That’s Dante’s Abyss for you,” Doc sighed, “What a fun-”
The whole bunker lurched, sending the three negotiators tumbling to the floor. Doc looked up and around.
“Did… did we just move again?”