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[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu is in a quiet corner of the Plane with all his Cloth Fixin' stuff. Beside him, as always in these situations, is his own Cloth, and in a small, partially-assembled pile in front of him is a Gold Cloth that seems, for lack of a better word, somewhat spikier. Mu is currently examining a part that looks like it would make up a shoulder guard. The expression on his face is sad, and as he goes over the pieces of the cloth, he does so gently and reverently - as though he's afraid to hurt it.]

You served your masters well...

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[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil approaches hesitantly. He doesn't like that expression. D:]

... Mu?

[lamb_of_gold]

Hello, Emil.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Did something happen...?

[lamb_of_gold]

Two Saints gave their lives to seal away a god.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

... Oh no. I'm sorry...

[contract_star]

Mu?

[lamb_of_gold]

Hei.

[contract_star]

What is it this time?

[lamb_of_gold]

The Saint of Cancer and his master have both fallen in battle.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Mu? Something is wrong, is it not?

[lamb_of_gold]

Aye. Two Saints have died. [He pets the pieces of the cloth sadly]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Oh, Mu...I am so sorry.

[lamb_of_gold]

Their lives were not lost in vain.

[lamb_of_gold]

[A slow dip of the head.]

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[Watching from a distance, a faintly pained look on his face]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu looks up at Shion] It needs blood.

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't hesitate as he steps forward] Let me.

[lamb_of_gold]

It wanted yours. [He rises and moves away from the cloth. Doesn't want' Shion blood all over him :/]

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

[Martha feels compelled to ask]

Is it all right?

[and then feels very stupid]

[lamb_of_gold]

Hello, Martha.

Is which alright?

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

I thought---I don't know. Are you all right?

[lamb_of_gold]

I am. Saddened, but alright.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Person?!]

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

[frowns as she looks at it]

[lamb_of_gold]

[And Martha may or may not get the feeling that someone (or something) just asked who she was]