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[Firo is in Ammy’s garden with several dozen old iron lanterns of various sizes, shapes and designs. He’s going from flower patch to flower patch, fern to fern, nestling the lanterns in amongst the plants and lighting each one as he goes. By the time he’s done, he’s got about a twenty-foot area with half-hidden lanterns glowing midst the flora, the little electric butterflies hovering over them. He steps back and gives his work an appraising look, then grins.]

Well. Not bad, anyhow.

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Mu! [SERIOUSLY FREAKED OUT NOW and wanting this to stop, because he's gotten to the point where he's able to ignore the constant background cycle, like a tune that's got stuck in his head. He can feel a headache starting to thump at his temples.] Stop it!

[You twit. He'll know we stoled it./Szilard? Unusual for you to be up this late. Come for a bit of stargazing, have you?/You'll come back though, papa, right? You'll be back in time? Firo presses a hand to the side of his head as associated images start to pop up along with the words.] No. No no, come on.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Fear flashes across his face at the same time it does Firo's] Oh Gods why the hurt why pain now no stop it steal it...he'll know we stoled it...

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[OW. He clutches at his head as the world goes a bit hazy, the voices drumming up louder--WELL IT'S NOT LIKE HE'S GOING TO HURT US/DON'T DROP IT, THAT'S THE LAST ONE!/NO, YOU IDIOT, LEFT.--and he does the only thing he can think of, which is throw a punch at where he remembered Mu's stomach being.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Instincts kick in, and he catches Firo's wrist without looking, squeezing on it, and with Saint!Strength, possibly snapping a few bones.] He's not going to hurt us! No he isn't!

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Down on one knee, barely registering the pain of broken bones. Instead he's caught up in a steady stream of images and words that all scramble together into an incoherent mess of vocabulary and faces.]

M-mu... whatever you're doing... stop. Or I swear... [Hello, knife in hand now.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Dead eyed, lost in the flow of Firo's mind and unable to do a damn thing about it]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[ATTEMPTED STAB. Though without much vigor. He doesn't think what Mu's doing is intentional, but he's starting to feel incredibly dizzy and the words/thoughts/memories just keep coming.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu inhales sharply as the blade goes through him, and a half-second later, he's gone from the plane]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[He collapses in a heap, swearing to himself. The images fade, but the headache remains; so he just lays there in the middle of his lanterns, staring up at the sky.]