Mike scans the Chronivac's interface, pausing as he discovers a feature that piques his interest. "Hey, guys, there's this option here to create blended copies of characters," he announces excitedly. "I can create a new character using both your traits—sort of a mix between the two of you."
Sir Nuttingham’s curiosity is instantly piqued, his tiny armored tail twitching with interest. "A fusion of our strengths and wisdom, you say? I'm quite intrigued by this notion," he responds, his noble nature ever seeking new horizons.
Jeff, meanwhile, leans back with a hesitant sigh. "Ugh, sure, why not," he relents, rolling his small eyes in an exaggerated fashion but succumbing to his underlying curiosity.
With both parties in agreement, Mike sets to work. He points the Chronivac emitter at Jeff and Sir Nuttingham, initiating the digitization. The air hums softly as their forms dissolve into streams of digital data, reappearing in the expanse of the virtual world they’d come to know.
Mike then turns his attention to the blending process. His fingers move rapidly over the keyboard, adjusting sliders and toggling options. On the screen, the essence of Jeff and Sir Nuttingham merge to form a new entity—the fusion of their personalities, strengths, and humor.
What begins to take shape before them is a figure of captivating presence. The digital form solidifies into a squirrel, standing upright with a poised demeanor. The new arrival dons a deep blue robe that flows elegantly, draping over a slight belly hinting at the ease and comfort of a mage’s life. Perched atop his head is a conical sorcerer’s hat, tilted with a rakish appeal reminiscent of Jeff’s style.
Particularly striking is one arm, sleek and mechanical like Jeff's, yet built with intricate engravings that blend technology and magic. Instead of being merely functional, this cybernetic arm holds an integrated, miniature Chronivac—engraved with swirling runes that light up with potential. A testament to the melding of Jeff's fascination with tech and Sir Nuttingham's sense of duty and magic.
The new character blinks, taking in both his surroundings and the newfound comprehensions from his two parts. His expressive eyes shimmer, echoing Jeff’s casual excitement and Sir Nuttingham's composed inquiry.
"Remarkable," he muses, flexing the fingers of his cybernetic arm in wonder. "This built-in Chronivac—truly, a marvel to behold." The voice that emerges is rich with warmth, mirroring Sir Nuttingham's deliberate articulation, laced with Jeff’s youthful enthusiasm.
He straightens, adopting a posture of relaxed authority. "I shall christen myself... Sir Jeffingham," he declares with a respectful nod of his head, encapsulating both personalities in harmonious union.
Mike, smiling at the successful fusion, is ready to perform the final step. With another series of clicks, the new entity joins Jeff and Sir Nuttingham in materializing back into the real world, standing side by side.
Sir Jeffingham, an amalgamation of confidence and ingenuity, turns with a swift deftness, raising his cybernetic arm. With a precise motion, he directs the built-in Chronivac at Mike, invoking a soft hum of the digital process. Mike's eyes widen in surprise before his form begins to dissolve, his being absorbed into the wondrous realm within Jeffingham.
With a theatrical flair, Sir Jeffingham blows on his arm as if extinguishing the smoke of an imaginary revolver. "Seems only fair after what he did to us," he says with a cheeky grin, the spark of Jeff’s rebellious nature lighting up his voice.
Sir Nuttingham’s round eyes flicker with concern, the concept of confinement uneasy to grasp. "What have you done, Sir Jeffingham?" he asks, his voice laced with both curiosity and a hint of alarm.
"Fear not, noble Sir Nuttingham," Jeffingham reassures, giving his slight belly a gentle pat. "Our friend is safely nestled within," he explains, a grin tugging at his lips, mingling Jeff’s humor with Nuttingham’s quest for assurance.
Jeffingham pauses, thoughtful and imaginative. "So, what shall we do with him?" His question hangs in the air, inviting possibility and a touch of playful mischief.
"A mighty steed, perhaps?" muses Sir Nuttingham, envisioning a reliable companion for future adventuring.
Jeff’s influence, however, brings a different suggestion. "Or a fox?" he quips, inciting an instinctual wince from Sir Nuttingham. "Don't worry, pal. A vegetarian fox," Jeffingham offers, playfully making Sir Nuttingham’s uneasiness dissipate.
With a wave of his paw, Jeffingham adds with an inventive glint, "Or maybe even something less... predatory. How about a van? Maybe an airship for grand adventures?"