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"Doctor Eirhe, come look at the readings?"

"What is it now Fomalhaut," sighed Eirhe. Eirhe nearly dropped the mocha-latte in her hand as she looked at the screen, "This is- simply impossible?"

"Never-the-less, subject is reading arc-waves, even in the blocking chamber, it's not the same reading as before, but there is something, completely different, still at work."

"This is unacceptable, the blocking chamber is supposed to suppress all arc-waves."

"But look here, these arc-waves, although the source is obviously the male subject, they extend out to and from other dimensions, not limiting to within the normal space-time boundary. I think he might not even be fully aware of whatever powers stem from these arc-waves," Fomalhaut said hopefully.

"Perhaps, but they are still there, and with his other powers suppressed, we have no idea what may happen, we may have to alter the subject memories and hope he can't find this place again if we release him. How much longer should the gasses effects keep him unconscious?"

"No telling, he received a very minimal dosage, and he did everything within his power to filter what he could, without knowing how much he actually breathed in," Aquila looked pained for words, "I have no idea."

"Well, gassing him again is out of the question of course, not only could it damage him, but the other subject as well."

"We'll have to hope these arc waves aren't actually his, they seem to be coming as much from him as from sources parallel to him but outside this physical plane, at least when I run the numbers off the top of my head, which isn't exactly practical with N-dimensional math," Fomalhaut reassured.

Eirhe walked over to the glass wall of the blocking chamber and watched. It didn't take long for Allen to stir. His stone-blue eyes stared up into Eirhe's periwinkle eyes. Allen struggled to his feet, his armor weighing him down. Eirhe spoke into a microphone the connected to a speaker inside.

"Don't try to move too much sir, the blocking chamber tends to leave people of your abilities inside it feeling weak, in addition you should be feeling the after effects of the sleeping gas."

Allen looked Eirhe up and down, as if taking a measure of her physique amongst other things. He smiled as he dragged himself to his feet. He took off one of his armored gloves and touched the glass, as if examining it. He took as step back, then rammed shoulder first into the glass. The chamber shook, but the glass was unmarked. He frowned, then he looked down at Gayl, and then back at the glass. He struggled himself back down onto one knee, where he picked up Gayl and held her at the waist, and once again rammed his shoulder into the glass with their combined weight. The entire chamber shook violently, but the tiny mark left from the very tip of his shoulder wasn't promising.

Allen slumped back to the floor and worked his shoulder like he'd thrown it. Meanwhile the excess jarring had started to bring Gayl to.

"Now that you've tried your futile efforts and hurt yourself, would you like to try anything else before we can talk like civilized people?"

"I sorry, I must have left my civility- outside the chamber, I'm sure I'd be fine if you could just let me go get it," he joked. He looked at his armored glove again. He pulled down one of the fingers far further than it would have been able to go if it were still on his hand. He frowned, "I've got plenty more ideas, but by the time I could wear through the glass with most of them, long before in fact, I'd probably starve..."

Gayl finally stirred as her body trembled before she opened her eyes.

"You feeling better girl?"

"A little weak, and a killer headache, but it looks like I'm all here."

"Well, that may be going a bit far, I think you've always been a bit gone, eh?"

"Hey!"

"Kidding."

"Better be," she was about to stick her tongue out at him when she remembered where she was, "so, we're still here eh?"

"Yep, still here, 'spect Mams is apt to bust in any time soon?"

"For me, definitely, for you, maybe in about a week."

"Har."

Gayl suddenly clutched her chest, just below her bust, "Man, why does it feel like somebody hit me in the ribs?"

"Aaaah... that would be my fault, I threw myself against the glass, and when that failed... I sorta threw- us against the glass..."

"Any more bright ideas," she said sarcastically.

"A few, none worth mentioning at the moment, so I say we go with plan 'Z' and listen to our captors... Figure out just what the hell's goin' on?"

"Finally," Eirhe said, rolling her eyes, "So then, let's start with a round of names, I am Doctor Eirhe Carchela, these are my assistants, and you two?"

Allen butted in first with a wry grin, speaking like a talk show host about to present the prizes, "I'm Doom, this is my lovely assistant Gayl."

"Ehem, who is assistant to who?"

"I was kidding."

"Gah, whatever, I have seniority."

"Yeah yeah, by how many centuries was it, I've heard it before, I do what I'm told, but that doesn't make me anybody's errand boy."

Gayl crossed her arms and suddenly winced, then she frowned and reached over to punch Doom, she pulled her hand back in pain because of the armor. "Owwie... hey, if our powers are suppressed, why did he get to keep his armor?"

"Because it being in existence isn't a power to suppress apparently, if I'd came in here with my weapons, even if I'd dropped them, they'd still be in THIS plane if I don't miss my guess, the powers may be suppressed, but the physical stuff isn't changed in any way. My only remaining question is if I get out, how long will it be until I'm back to full power?"

Eirhe was surprised, but didn't let it show, this 'Doom' fellow had a lot of observation skills apparently; either that or he had an extreme gift in ingenuity. Using the combined mass of the woman Gayl and himself was an interesting idea that hadn't occurred to her before, she was pleasantly surprised, though not entirely, that the glass held up as well as it did. She was confident in the sturdiness of her creation; it would be able to handle just about anything a person could do from the inside to it. As if on the same wavelength, Doom had another question for her.

"Say, this glass, it's a octi-carbon based mixture isn't it- Benzyte or something-or other ring, am I right," catching the surprise in Eirhe's face he could only smile and say, "I have a lot of hobbies, comes from having too much time on my hands."

"Oh poopies, I just had a thought?"

"Congratulations, I'll get you a plaque."

"Meanie, but seriously, what happened to the documents?"

Doom jolted to his feet and scanned the whole blocking chamber, then instantly turned to Eirhe, "Well, answer her?"

"The papers your friend had are safe, I planned on looking over them myself in a little bit, but at first glance it appears to be pure gibberish, or perhaps some extinct language."

Doom frowned and dropped back down to bum again. This time he looked curiously at the floor, "No seams, nice work."

"Hey, this is no time to be complementing the woman!"

"I don't see you making better use of our incarceration."

"We haven't been arrested."

"No, and actually it's infinitely more difficult to get out of, even compared to Mams' dungeons, and believe me, Gen's put more than a few charms on those."

"I'm sure she could make something more difficult."

"Didn't say she couldn't, wouldn't dare either, if I told her she couldn't do something I'd be afraid the madwoman would eat me alive, or worse- dear god worse..."

Gayl slumped her shoulders in defeat, then sniffled, "Mamoru..."

"Don't be so bummed, after Mamoru comes to get us I'll get you a sticky bun."

Gayl straitened her shoulders but instead gave Doom a dirty look, pulled down her eyelid and stuck out her tongue, "Be-da!"

"You think you're upset, what'll I tell Felicia... she's expecting me in five minutes," he turned to the doctor, "hey lady, you think you could string a phone in here?"

"I do wonder what's keeping Mamoru though."

At that moment, Jun was what was keeping Mamoru, as much as he trusted Genjutsu, which was almost completely, he wanted to be here for the brainwashing process. Genjutsu was filling the boy's head with countless conflicting memories until he was ready to believe anything, then she proceeded to stuff him full of Youja priests to seal his servitude to the Youjakai and its current ruler.

As the energy of the priests filled him, his eyes and hair shifted black. With a few incantations Jun bore a red breastplate, shin guards, and forearm guards that could act as small bucklers.

"Viola, he's now Moete no Jun," Genjutsu said gleefully, holding out her arms as if showcasing an open display curtain. "You're positive I can't eat him."

"Yes Genjutsu, I'm positive you cannot eat him, I have far more effective uses for him than trying to fill your bottomless stomach, now, as to the other prisoner, and the unwelcome beast."

Mamoru and Genjutsu stepped into a different Chamber, the chains still bound Kayley, while Byakuen had untangled himself and was perched ready to protect Kayley while she kept working at the chains around her. Byakuen gave a low growl as he saw Mamoru and Genjutsu.

"Shoo, bad kitty- g'way you," with a wave of her arms a portal opened up beneath Byakuen. Byakuen leaped back, trying to avoid the portal, but while Byakuen was in the air the portal widened, and as Byakuen landed his front two paws had nowhere to fall but the portal. Byakuen roared in protest as the portal pulled him through.

"So, where did you banish him?"

"I just sent foul kitty to take a refreshing bath."

"Ah."

Kayley let out a cough as she tried to get enough air into her lungs, held tightly in place by the chains. Finally drawing Genjutsu's notice, Genjutsu squealed with glee, "Why master, wherever did you find one? These things are so rare. Why, just the other day I was looking all over for one. The closest I could find of course was a Were-Bengal in Russia, but he certainly wasn't very obedient, had to teach him who was master. Boy did he know that before he finally succumbed to the pain, he knew how to beg for mercy in sixteen different languages by the time I was through with him."

"Mhm, rather though, could we stick to the matter at hand?"

"Hai, Shi Shogun-sama!"

"Anyway, so Genjutsu, do you think it will be possible to make use of her like the boy?"

"Sadly, no, I feel this creature has marked you instinctively as either prey or competitor, I think she would still have her sights on you no matter what techniques we used. Much like trying to teach a tiger to pet a deer without ripping out its throat."

"I'm hardly a mere dear, Genjutsu..."

"Of that I am quite certain Chibbi Shi-sama, I eliminated that possibility the first time I met you."

Mamoru quirked an eyebrow and hoped she had been kidding, "Well, if you're sure we can't make use of her..."

"We shall make a display of her," Genjutsu said, finishing Mamoru's thought.

"Yes," Mamoru spoke, lips forming into a smile, "I believe your favorite is keeping them alive whilst ripping out their organs, neh."

Genjutsu gave a toothy grin, arms crossed behind her, "You know me too well sire."