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I'm not one for superstition, but ... this year's Tanabata festival seems to have gone much more favorably than the last I participated in. I wished for a way to stop her, to end this, permanently. And I very well might have it. This isn't the way I would have preferred to deal with her, but given the way Allen and Junior have reacted ... and what she's done ... and what she's made others do ...

I can't leave any more room for forgiveness.

And it isn't just about redeeming my own mistakes, or fixing what's been done wrong. About smoothing over the past, soothing old wounds, or rectifying any outstanding inequities.

It's about doing what's right. Even if it limits me. I'll do what I can, and pass it on to those who'll be able to actually do the deed and make a difference.

And then, perhaps, I'll go and look for Lente.

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[Filtered Away From Riful & The First Generation, and Any of Their Allies]

I've been examining the pieces of flesh found out in the forest. And I have some disturbing news...

Yes, they're distinctively supernatural. They don't react to temperature changes - I've taken some of the samples and both heated and frozen them. The only place where they've been damaged has been in the places where it had begun to decay ... and even then, it seems more like the tarnishing of metal than physical rotting. I had to use a small laser mounted on one of my work-tables to cut the samples I used for the control experiments - nothing else would cut them effectively, without extreme force or perseverance. Some of the larger sample pieces would even regenerate after being cut with a scalpel... not enough to completely repair themselves, but noticeably. After several attempts to cut the flesh, it did give way - it seems as though its innate resistant qualities can be worn down. Upon closer cellular inspection, it's not actually metal, as much as it may appear so and behave so, to an extent. It truly is a form of flesh, but it's been hardened by some process other than calcification.

I hear we have a few forensic specialists in the castle ... I would welcome your input, if at all possible. I'm down in the Peace Patrol headquarters. Just let me know that you're coming, and I will come and let you in.

.... I'd also like to request that anyone who has seen Riful of the West in her inhuman form please come and take a look at this. It looks much like the descriptions I have read from others of what she is capable of forming herself into ... but I'd rather not jump to any conclusions until I have absolute confirmation.

If this truly did come from her body ... we may finally have a key to defending ourselves.

Thank you for your time. I'm sorry to bring up such squeamish subjects so close to the dinner hour... but it needed to be said.

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No more than you've already deduced, I imagine.

[He snaps it shut and tucks it back into his pocket.] This composition is quite curious.

[he picks up a bit, giving it an experimental tug... and a sniff. (Not interested in tasting it, though. Ick)] You said something about regenerative properties?

Yes, but they're very, very slight - I've a feeling they're intended for minor wounds, only.

[he picks up his scalpel and makes a slice at one of the samples - a small one, barely a scratch. it heals ... but when he makes a deeper cut, it only starts to close]

[strokes his chin thoughtfully as he watches] So she can be harmed, just so long as the damage is more significant than she can heal...

[He sighs, raking a hand through his hair and looking at Five with a very familiar look in his eyes. He detests planning ways to directly harm someone... but if something isn't done soon things could get much... much worse.]

Yes. ... Yes, they could. .... [he's quiet for a moment, thinking]

York's plasma blade cut through it handily ... but I've had the good fortune of speaking to a woan from Riful's world, named Miria, and she's raised a valid point. Wounding her to the point of death would only give us two weeks' respite, and she'd return in an even poorer humour.

... Perhaps a containment field of the same plasma ...

That's a brilliant idea! [He starts pacing as he thinks. And, yes, thinking requires talking, why do you ask?]

If she dies she'd wake up in quite a foul mood, then where would we be? Right where we are now, of course. But if we designed a prison made of that plasma she would no longer be a danger to us and no one else could get in there to try to exact vengeance upon her. We could make a space for it in the Peace Patrol jail, that way she'd be out of the way and we could keep an eye on it. The question now [whirling around to look at Five] is how to duplicate the plasma and use it to make said prison.

[obviously, he's used to this, since he does it to a slight extent, himself, and just lets his future self talk it out until it's plain he's being given a chance to talk]

I should think that's a question for York ... he said that he and Kat were able to reverse engineer it by wishing for the components separately, though I didn't get much in the way of procedural details.

Nevertheless, we should run it by everyone else, before we start jumping guns.

[he gives Ray's hole in the wall a VERY disdainful glance]

Unlike some.

[blink blink. But... but... that's how he does things. Blunder in first, figure out how to get out of ensuing problems after. He frowns slightly and nods... as if he hadn't already been trying to figure out how to make said containment field...]

Right... of course. Perhaps speak to York and see if he'll let us take a look at that blade, work out how to make our own plasma, and the Peace Patrol as a whole about keeping here here, oh, indefinitely?

[he knows, OH HE KNOWS, but after the mess he made of engineering those stem-cell organs for Riful, he's feeling thoroughly chastised about acting on something this substantial without permission.

it's all very tiring, keeping in mind what others think]

That sounds like it ought to work, yes ...

[It is, indeed. BUT! No time to waste, now. He nods and smiles at the younger Doctor.]

Well then, how do you propose we proceed? Divide and conquer?

[thoughtful tea sip goes here.] Since I'm already here, I'll pitch the idea to Yuan. You can work on the plasma, and whoever sees York first ...?

[snatches up a biscuit with a grin] Marvelous plan. I'll start figuring out the schematics right away. [takes a definitive bite of said biscuit]

[just ... watches, counting the seconds until he spits it out.

three. two ...]

[Blinks and stares back. What? Were you expecting something? He holds out the plate]

Jammy Dodger?

[confused staring ensues, for a moment. waitwhat. then he realizes he probably shouldn't be doing that, and smiles]

Oh yes, don't mind if I do. Sorry, lost in thought a moment, there...

[Did you really expect him to bring biscuits he didn't already know he liked? Really. It's like you don't know him at all, man. He just grins, the moment already forgotten]

I can hardly blame you, there's a lot to be thought about right now, after all.

Quite a lot, yes. .... Shall we get cracking, then?

[He nods and swans off to go find a good looking space to put said prison so he can start working out the dimensions and whatnot.]

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