Xaviers!

Tosh followed the others into Finn's hut, more intrigued by the man with every second.

"Are you going to tell us how you heal fast too? Were you born able to that or did it just start one day?" he asked with keen interest.

"What do you mean, "too"? Are you saying you heal faster than normal?" Finn said, attempting to shift the focus of the conversation.

"No, but some like me do. I meant as well as telling us other things."

"I was neither born with it, nor did it just start one day. I was not blessed by the Gods; I earned all that I have."

"The source of your abilities aside, I'm sure you understand our initial deception. Where we're from we know quite a bit about these extra-ordinary gifts but even then people are still suspicious of those who have them. Had I known you are in a similar situation I would have been more honest." she says, finding a place to sit so she can put down the nudle of scraps that used to be her arm and work on removing some of the loose cables and broken bits. It'd be disturbing if she was human, but who knows what Finn is thinking as she pulls free what's basically a metal and carbon-fiber elbow-joint.

Even Tosh found her self-repair a little disturbing and he understood what she was. Her tore his gaze back to Finn.

"The whole Land of the Rising Sun thing was my idea, though it's not entirely untrue. It is the ancestral homeland of both me and her creator. And... I lied about my name. Don't ask why. I don't know. I was nervous. I don't usually lie when I'm nervous," he said, rambling a little.

"It's actually Toshiro, but everyone calls me Tosh."

"I can...understand the need for a pseudonym at times, but you should be careful about who you try to cross, lad."

He was fascinated by ASHLIE'S arm, and looked to be pondering.

"And careful about who you trust, but I'm glad you seem to have an open mind." she says, looking up at Finn and seeming surprised at his interest. "You're curious how I work?"

"I'm curious as to how you came to be."

"My creator, I suppose you could call her my mother, built this body. But more importantly, she created what is making it move. What is really me. The spark that drives the machine."

"My own creations are nothing by comparison, if they can even be compared. They move but there's no real mind to them."

"A greater tinker created the spark, then?" he said, his voice turning concerned.

"That overly simplifies it, but I suppose it's an apt summary, yes." she says, not really catching on to Finn's concern, much less understanding it.

"The name of the tinker?"

"Dr. Nea Minamida. Or Minamida Nea-san."

Tosh, however, did notice Finn's tone of concern and perhaps expectation. It was strange for a medieval Irishman to react that way.

"Who... did you expect her to say?"

"Nethin. Of course.

You! Boy. The Morrigan. Do you know her," Finn said, whirling to Tosh and asking, urgently.

"Who's Neth..."

He jumped when Finn suddenly whirled. "Gah! I don't! Well, okay, I know a Morrigan... but it's just a nickname!" he answered nervously.

"It's a chosen name, inspired by mythology. It's a popular source of inspiration. An affectation." Ashlie calmly comes to Tosh's defense.

"An affectation. With the Spit of Nethin present. A likely story."

"I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about. Who is Nethin and why is their saliva relevant?"

Tosh managed to only laugh on the inside.

"That's one of those Three Tools right? But yeah, I can assure you that whoever Nethin is, he or his tool have nothing to do with her."

Hahaha! You said 'his tool.'
Grow up.
You grow up.
Touche.

Finn slapped Tosh on the back of the head.

"Boy, you know not of what you speak.

The Three that constitute a blacksmith. Nethin's Spit, Dagda's Anvil, and the Cooking-Pot of the Morrigan. Does no one read the Triads anymore?

It's clear what is happening here."

Ashlie's head jerks around at that, looking disapprovingly at Finn.

"Fables. Stories of morality that have sadly done more harm than good to the world. I have no time for gods and fairies."

"History. The building blocks of our island.

But, like you, I have no time for gods, either. This is the world of Men now, and I intend to keep it that way."

"This is it, isn't it? This is why mankind fears what I could be. Because they think that if you built a machine in man's image it will seek to usurp it's history just like it's their own impulse to." she muses. "But be that as it may, I see no reason to let superstition take hold in any capacity. I would love to help you spread enlightenment here and now, but the ramifications of that would be too large, too far-reaching."

"It would leave us without a home to return to," Tosh added, still rubbing his head.

"And Ireland isn't our island, so your gods and your history are new to me. With the exception of a few vicious little men in red caps, so are anything resembling fairies."

"Dimensional intrusions..." Ashlie mutters under her breath.

"Dimensional...whats?" Finn asked, confused, and concerned.

"We had some trouble with things attacking our school. People called them Red Caps, but they were just creatures from a different world, not magical fairies."

"The barriers between worlds weakening. It is as the prophecy's fortold."

"Prophecy?" he asked skeptically, believing such things existed only as convenient excuses not to act.

"When the Tuatha De Danann left our world--when they descended into the Sidhe--not all of them left so willingly. They were not about to leave the island to the Milesians. So, they created three artifacts of power--three objects that would allow them to rebuild their world one day.

"Even if there is a pocket dimension set on trying to conquer our world, that is not the purpose my mother created me for nor the goal of my research in dimensional physics."

"We sent them packing, if it makes you feel any better."

Ashlie Minamida wrote:"Even if there is a pocket dimension set on trying to conquer our world, that is not the purpose my mother created me fornor the goal of my research in dimensional physics."

"The Gods work in mysterious ways. Your 'mother', as you call her, may have thought she was working under her own will, but the Gods are insidious like that."

Toshiro Narumi wrote:"We sent them packing, if it makes you feel any better."

"It does not. Obviously, all three of the objects incarnation in your time were not there simultaneously, or no power on this Earth would have prevented the overthrow of the Rule of Man.

The three artifacts were originally just that--artifacts. But they were all destroyed when we realized what they could do.

But look at her," he said, gesturing to Ashlie. "A modern day Nuada of the silver arm. Research. The spark of inspiration. The reincarnation of the purpose of the spit.

The Spit is the spark, the idea that begins the act of creation. The cooking pot is the medium in which the world is transformed. The anvil," he said, pointing at himself, "provides the force that bends the raw elements to their new forms.

The Three will always be drawn together. That, undoubtedly, is why you are here. And if the three remain together for long enough, the Gods themselves will return to rule the Earth.

I killed the last Cooking-Pot in Wales. I found the boy Gwion, and held his head under water until he stopped breathing. It will be your job, Toshiro of the Fianna, to locate your time's cooking pot and do the same. The Morrigan is by far the most dangerous, and the most evil of the Tuatha de Danan, and she must be prevented from re-entering this world, or death and chaos will follow."

Tosh stepped back, mouth agape.

"Whoa whoa whoa, whoa! Dude! I'm not killing anybody!"

"We generally try to avoid that kind of thing. If there's a significant risk, we'll contain them until we can find a solution. Even if what you say is true, then killing a child apparently didn't remedy the situation anyway."

"They are temporary measures. Believe me, automaton, I know of what I speak. If you value your reality, you will end them. Or I will."

"I will consider it, but there are alternatives, even if all you say is true."