Proceeding just a bit unsteadily, the ninja leaned off a tree for a moment, having taken a narrow route in order to have something to hold his weight if he need be he grab it.
Since the following day, the reploid was losing strength, it seemed. In awakening from the day's sleep cycle, Siarnaq had lingered an additional hour due to apparent lethargy. Such symptoms were abnormal, but without explanation, they would be labeled as nothing more than technicalities he'd have to deal with. After all, he could not bring himself to cancel a meet up. Not with this man.
Slightly concerned from this manner of walking, Model P managed to escape the reploid's bag, then flew in front of Siarnaq to block him from progressing.
"You should sit down," he uttered, now giving his reason, "It's been half an hour and your inner gyroscope is still slightly unaligned." It wouldn't do to have his biomatch trip to a malfunction.
But the ninja merely paused, his body swaying a bit as he pointed ahead, replying, "DESTINATION IN SIGHT," moving his head to avoid Model P in order to continue forward. It was clear from this that he had no intention of really halting until he reached it.
The biometal let out a sigh, floating a bit ahead to at least keep an eye on the area. No enemies in the proximity… At least he did not have many worries.
But for the death of him, he couldn't understand what could have been causing Siarnaq's malfunction. The reploid kept himself in relatively good health; while yes, he never ate, it was unlikely to be related to the issue, as it was unnecessary for him to eat at all.
Suddenly thinking on their destination, Phantom mused quietly to himself, thinking that perhaps his dear brother might be able to assist him on finding the cause of the problem. Harpuia did, at least, in their small form, now hold the power to pinpoint weaknesses, among other things…
"Hm…" The biometal let out a short pensive sound, and in this thought, found himself at the door just a moment too quick. Halting a few centimetres from it, he turned to face his biomatch, who made it there shortly after.
The ninja knocked once, then twice, and in a moment, heard the familiar footsteps of his closest acquaintance.
It was Aeolus who opened the door, looking surprised for a second before a smile took his face.
"I nearly thought you wouldn't come, Siarnaq; you've never been late before." It was several minutes after the hour that he had arrived. Of course, it was of no issue; the green garbed man had just taken more time to prepare for their walk, which would have proceeded regardless of if he had or had not shown.
When the reploid did not find anything to respond to, the human male let out an amused scoff. "Ah, never mind that. Give me a moment more and we'll head off."
Aeolus turned to reenter the house, the ninja following in just a few steps as well, if only to see what the man could be doing now. Observing his actions in the kitchen, it seemed he was retrieving some prepared food and a modern canteen from his fridge unit, placing it into a satchel that matched the colours of his outfit fairly well.
Model H flew over to him, and, after exchanging a few words, took its' place by the other biometal's side.
"It's good to see you again, brother," Model H spoke directly upon a private communications line.
In a short moment, Model P soon returned the gesture, "...Likewise." Pausing to possibly say something else, he instead turned to look out the open door, emitting the sound of a sigh. He'd have said more, but with their biomatches nearing full preparation for departure, he thought it best to save it for later.
Quickly running up the stairs, in another moment, Aeolus came back with his sword heirloom, the belt now upon his waist to let it sit on his hip. With all things prepared, the male picked up the bag from the kitchen counter, slung the strap over his shoulder, tugging it once, then twice – if only out of habit – before returning to the doorway where Siarnaq stood waiting.
"Alright; let's go." With Aeolus prompting their departure, and a nod in response, the two and their biometals set off up the path of the very mountain that separated their homes.