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[bit_impossible]

[in truth, he feels rather at home in this red forest, not so much because of the colour of the leaves--no, his were silver--but because the red itself reminds him of the sky just after the last sun had set. it's while he's lost in this reverie, his rudimentary tracking device stuffed into his pocket and beeping dully, that the Sphere turns on--at

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[bluewhitecross]

An unstrung bow? [Blasphemy, she thinks.]

[bit_impossible]

[grins; is digging in his pocket] Yes, but I plan to remedy that very soon.

[bluewhitecross]

That's good then. [She has faith in you, Doc.]

[bit_impossible]

[pulls out his trusty ball of string and shows it to her!] Not exactly regulation, but it should do the trick.

[bluewhitecross]

If you are able to do it, I may be able to test it.

[bit_impossible]

Ahhh, it's not a matter of "if"; it's a matter of me finding something sharp so I can cut my string!

[bluewhitecross]

[Excuse her while she rummages around her stuff. Then she holds up four things: a pair of normal scissors, a pair of small, collapsible ones, shears, and a cutter.] Pick your poison, Doctor.

[bit_impossible]

[he'd just pricked his finger on something that might have been his scissors, but since she has hers out already...] Ah, which ever is the strongest and sharpest. This isn't ordinary string.

[bluewhitecross]

I'll be over then.

[bit_impossible]

I'll be here! [occupies himself with tying the one end while he waits.]

[bluewhitecross]

[She arrives quickly, jumping down from some trees.

She's not so comfortable around the red though.]

[bit_impossible]

[grins when he sees her; he's seated by then, bow and string in his lap.] Hello there, Ametatsu! Have a seat! [pats the ground next to him.]

[bluewhitecross]

No, it's all right, Doctor.

[bit_impossible]

[frowns slightly and shrugs, tugging the string taut around one end of the bow.]

Please yourself. S'not like the ground's not wet or anything. Plus, with the red leaves, you won't have to worry about green grass stains.

[bluewhitecross]

[Shakes her head.] No, thank you.

[bit_impossible]

[grips the tied end of the bow between his feet and starts to wrap the other end with the string.]

Not a fan of the outdoors then, are you?