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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.]

[bluewhitecross]

More of not a fan of red.

[bit_impossible]

Oh? That's too bad. I'm fond of them all, really. May I ask why?

[bluewhitecross]

It brings back a few things I would rather not see. Such as a certain idiot from home.

[bit_impossible]

[nods] This place almost reminds me of home as well... [trails off for a moment, not paying attention to what he's doing until loses hold of the string and the bow snaps back, hitting him in the shoulder.] Ow!

[bluewhitecross]

Are you all right? [Grabbing the bow now, and setting it to the side, in case she has to check the injured area- if it was.]

[bit_impossible]

[touches the spot gently. it doesn't hurt too much] I'm fine; just more surprised than anything.

[bluewhitecross]

That's good then. [She picks it up again, and hands the bow back to him.]

[bit_impossible]

Ahh, thank you, Ametatsu. [smiles sheepishly at her] Probably would be best if I cut the string first then strung it on, hmm?

[bluewhitecross]

[She's no expert, since she uses a spiritual bow.] It's up to you, Doctor.

[She pulls out the shears first for her bag.]

[bit_impossible]

True, but this way I can get it the end of the string looped and knotted--then slip it over this end!

Ah, thanks. [takes the shears and after a couple cuts, he makes it through!] There we go! [hands them back and quickly makes said loop in the end of the string, again bending the bow into position until he's got the loop secured]

[bluewhitecross]

[She watches him intently as he goes on his work.] You seem experienced in this, Doctor.

[bit_impossible]

I've had to do my fair share of jobs with a bow. An incident with Charlemagne springs to mind...

[bluewhitecross]

Charlemagne... [Where had she heard that name before?]

... The King of Franks?

[bit_impossible]

Oh yes, good old Charlie! [pulls the bowstring back a bit, testing its strength--which isn't very good if those creaking noises are to believed.]

[bluewhitecross]

[Is just all "holy crap batman".] You know quite a lot of people, Doctor.

[Okay, that "bow" is old.]