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Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

Tired of being cooped up in the attic, Bel and Phoebe commandeered the fourth floor common room. Lying on the couch with her head in Cole's lap, Phoebe might have been going over notes from the Book of Shadows. She also might have been doodling "Phoebe + Cole" in little hearts along the margins of her notes. Cole might have been masking vampire-induced brooding by idly flipping through the channels on the TV.

[Open to your fourth floor needs or interaction, particularly if you're looking for Bel/Phoebe for alchemy information.

ETA: Bel-Mun going AFK until around 8:30 PM EST.]

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Phoebe's head is quite comfortable in Cole's lap and she's doing both: studying and doodling.

"Anything?" Cole murmured, looking down at Phoebe.

"I have a few ideas," she said softly. "They may not work... they may backfire on me... but it's a start."

"Wait a minute...backfire?" Cole said.

"There are always risks to spells like this, love," she says softly. "Oh hey, I'm donating blood for Angel later. Do you want to come with me?"

Cole nodded. "I don't know if mine will help, but I am a demon with a soul, like him...."

"All we can both do is try, sweetheart."

Kiki, bored, decides to wander upstairs. "Morning," she smiles. "Anything good on TV?"

Kiki flops down in a comfy spare armchair.

[ooc: Pheebs: you can recruit Keeks for blood donation if you like]

Cole nudged Phoebe as Kiki came into the room.

Phoebe turned her head to smile at Kiki.

"Hey Kiki, nothing so far." She bit her lip. "Hey, Keeks... how would yu feel about coming with me and Cole to the clinic later? They're doing a Chosen Ones blood drive to help Angel... but he can't know about it."

"For... Angel?" Kiki repeated slowly. "Oh - yes, I will!"

Phoebe smiles. "Thanks. He can't know about it, but we're hoping it helps."

Alphonse slinked his way down into the common room as directed by Veronica, looking around the room before walking in. He recognized Bel, but not anyone else. "Um, I was told to come down here to find out more on Angel."

Phoebe sat up. "Hey. I'm Phoebe. Are you someone who knows about alchemy?"

"Yes, I am. My name's Alphonse Elric, I'm actually an alchemist myself. Anders came by and said you guys were looking for one."

"Nice to meet you. I just wish it was under better circumstances."

Phoebe looked hopeful.

"We're trying to help our friend, Angel, and the idea came up about trying to transmute the poison in his blood?" She smiled faintly. "I know nothing about alchemy, I'm afraid."

"Hmm," Alphonse put his hand to his chin, thinking over the idea as thoroughly as he could. "So if it's a poison, then in theory I could see if it's possible to rearrange the substance to an unstable stage, and on it's own it would eventually whither away since the atomic build of it isn't as it should." He paused, thinking for a moment longer. "Of course, this is only in theory, and if anything... A transmutation on a living being is dangerous, to say the least."

She bit her lip. "Is it something that can be done, Alphonse? He's going to die if we don't try something... wait! This wouldn't cause you harm, would it?"

Phoebe looked honestly concerned that he might get hurt trying something like this.

"I can't say for sure; while rearranging a substance falls under more what I know, it's already within his system, and I can't determine what effect this would have on him," Alphonse shoved his hands in his pockets, looking slightly anxious. "If it happens to not work, any rebound shouldn't be anything extreme. What it'd do to me, I don't know either, but I'm hoping that since I'm not trying to change anything natural in his body itself that something like this would be likely to work." He shrugged lightly. "Attempting something like this is as new to me as it is for you. I wouldn't do this under any normal circumstance, but... I'm sure you're running out of choices here."

Phoebe nodded. "Normally, I wouldn't even ask someone to try something like this, but we're getting desperate and worried that we wn't be able to save him. However, I know that he wouldn't want you to get hurt helping him... and niether do I. If you don't think you should try, then there would be no hard feelings."

Phoebe bit her lip, trying to hide the hope in her eyes.

"No, I'll definitely follow through with it," he said firmly. "I really wouldn't be able to live with myself if I turned down the possibility of saving him. And, well... I know how it is to loose someone close. I don't want anyone having to deal with that if they don't have to." He gave an assuring grin. "However, I need as much information about this poison as possible. I can't try the transmutation if I don't know what it is I'm transmuting."

Phoebe looked at Cole. "Love? Can you tell him what needs to be done? All I know is that the poison is called 'Killer of the Dead'."

"You wouldn't be transmutting the poison exactly," Bel said, "at least not as far as I understand it. I've seen it done in the Underworld -- blood gets changed from one form to another. So in theory you'd change it from blood that the poison affects into blood that it doesn't."

"Doing that would be a lot more risky," Alphonse replied. "Transmutations on humans isn't something that can be done that easily. That, and I'd need something to exchange the blood with-- in this case, the blood that isn't poisoned. It's impossible to create something new with nothing, and I'd have to rearrange the substance into something. Surely the poison doesn't have the same properties of DNA; but if this is something unnatural to this world, I can't finalize that. It would probably be easier if I could make it where it would collapse on its own, and reduce the danger of doing this, too."

"Do you know what Angel is?" Bel asked. "He's a vampire. This poison, whatever it is, only affects the undead from what I've heard. Is there anyway you could figure out what's different between his blood and, say, mine? And change that?"

"A vampire?" Alphonse became wide-eyed before continuing. "You mean he's..." He put a hand to his forehead. "That might change some things. How much it would lower the risk is uncertain, but-- Yeah, I could try and see. I don't know how many similar the properties of yours would be in comparison to his on a normal day, but if it's close enough, it'll work. Or at least we can hope it does." He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a breath. "Though trying to figure that part out would take some time, which is something we don't really have, do we? There's always trying it on the spot, but those are chances we'd all have to agree on to take."

"He's going to die if we don't do something," Bel said. "I guess out of anyone I'm the most similar to him because we're both demons, only I'm alive and he's not." Bel scratched his head, realizing how odd it was to say that someone who was already dead was going to die. "And yeah, we don't have time, so we may have to wing this. Want to go down to the clinic and talk to Angel about it?"

"Yeah," Alphonse nodded. "We need to make sure he's okay with the idea, too. There are some chances we'll be taking, and I don't want to impose that sort of thing on someone unwillingly."

"I'll talk to him," Bel said. "I already brought it up once and he was willing to try. Meet you at the clinic this evening?"

"I'll be there."

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