He's back in his old leather costume, unmodified motorcycle helmet. Makes him feel old; he last belonged in it years ago. Cuts his effectiveness in half without the bot doing pathing for him, turning safeties on and off to manage where he might land, calculating angles.
There's a ring on his toe. It's not tracking his location, Dragon said, it'll just alert her if he takes it off or gets within three long hops of Baltimore without telling her in advance that he expects to be in D.C. or something. It's not listening in, just making sure he hasn't amputated the toe or tried to wreck the mechanism.
The air pocket is not within three long hops of Baltimore.
He thinks the ring is actually not listening, actually not tracking. He thinks.
He stands slightly to the right. He goes down.
It's a big, sealed cave, pitch dark. He has a flashlight.
He doesn't need it; the backup lights up like a Christmas tree as soon as he lands.
"I'm very glad." Kiss.
"Yeah, sounds good."
"Oooh, I like that. And she's the person I trust most here anyway - well, I'm assuming here that you can't officiate it -"
"Humans are kind of growing on me."
"The rules-lawyering, the - there's no reason for this but we can't be rid of it so we'll just let something functional - sprout through the cracks, like a weed -"
"And it's cute."
They ask Dragon to officiate their wedding.
"I haven't seen him in...thirteen years? And I like seeing your face. You can go unmasked."
"They'll appreciate it." Kiss.
Awwwww. He will wear a suit, it is considered customary. He will kiss his Lorica and be so happy. And sing.
He prefers those but for a wedding they can do Earth customs! And when he shows Elves they will be all curious about the strange foreign garments he is wearing. "I don't have any particular talent for sewing, but the nice fabrics were all in women's clothes and Dylan said it'd be terrible if I just bought those, so sewing myself it was."
"I will invite Rete to have a go at it. I wasn't particularly attached to the styles, I think they're mostly cut for - uh. Not me."
"I do feel bad for all the human men who can't be pretty. But it's pretty far down the very very long priority list." They have cake, and pictures.