[Hei appears on the Plane in a simple wooden chair, his wrists zip-tied together behind the back. He seems to be unconscious, slumped forward in the chair, hair hanging in his face. He looks half-dead--battered and bruised and dusty. Blood is drying at his hairline and near his nose.]

[A moment goes by, and then he opens his eyes and sits up rather abruptly, shaking his head and sighing in annoyance. It's clear that while he's obviously been in a fight, it's not as bad as it first looked. He looks around the Plane.]

...Mostly according to plan...sort of.

{Here is Horo, standing on the Plane and clutching a small, unremarkable satchel that seems to be full of something.

However, Horo is completely naked, and looking quite upset. Her tail is swishing back and forth anxiously, and she's grumbling like she had been growling a moment ago.}

That idiot. Calling back for me to pay for his wares. Ungrateful little whelp!

{Horo snorts, placing the satchel's long string around her neck, holding it that way instead and looking out to the Plane}

I am in a bit of a predicament. Would anyone be so kind as to lend me bandages or spare cloth?

[Juni is back and looking disgruntled, her hand is on fire… Yes, it’s supposed to be on fire. No, it’s not harming her. Yes, it is complicated.

…And so she sets off into the midnight blackness, not knowing her fate…]

I do know my fate... Or at least his fate, it’s just the bloody basement is disappearing as I walk down into it!

[Afraid she is] I am not afraid!

[But she must face her fear, and we must hope that she succeeds Music starts up] I am… Wait, wait a second, You are not going at this moment.

[Shaking the hand not on fire at the stars] Hey! You get back here Now! I want my revenge you idiotic voice!

[Appearing on the Plane is Chris. Say hi to Chris! Unfortunately, he really would rather be the Griever at the moment. Why? Because possessed steak-knives (and other dangerous kitchen utensils) are heading right for him!

Too bad he can't turn into the Griever anymore. While the ghost's power doesn't reach into the Plane and continue to possess the weapons, their momentum is still enough to almost skewer him. Lucky for Chris, his instincts are still as sharp as ever and, when the cutlery is just about to hit their mark, he disappears in a very gay sparkly whiteblue flurry of orbs, only to reappear a few feet off to the side. He looks pretty shocked that it happened.]

I— That was—

... That's not possible.

(ooc: Experiment start. Chris's status as a halfa has been rescinded, in exchange for regaining both his Whitelighter and witch abilities~)

[So Mu appears, amidst a pile of what looks like dull, metal rubbish, along with three large stone jars, the Aries Cloth and what look like a hammer and chisel in his hand. He sets the latter two objects on one of the jars, then kneels down and begins to sort through the crap, making about 6 piles into which things seem to be placed indiscriminately. When all the pieces (some no bigger than a fingernail) have been sorted, Mu sits back and sighs very heavily. He reaches towards the pile closest to him, sliding it closer and grabbing at the pair of tools. He spares a look for the Golden Ram standing next to him, smiling a small bit.]

This could take awhile.