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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]

Mm. If there's anything I can do... [He still feels bad for Ratatosk's behavior earlier.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[He shakes his head] No, but I would not at all mind your company as I worked.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Emil may or may not feel the faint presence against his mind. Someone's curious :|]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Okay...!

[He doesn't, actually! Emil is completely and utterly unaware. It seems like there are a few traps set here and there in his mind, like trying to sneak into a museum after dark.

After all, it wouldn't do for "Emil" to find out what he really was before his time. They're there for Emil's safety as much as they're there to keep people out.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu replaces the piece he was handling and picks up two parts of what looks like it could be one piece. Absently, he bites his thumb to puncture it, and smears some of the resulting blood in the seam, then holds the pieces together. Moments later, they're fused. He shifts to reach into one of the tall stone jars behind him.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[>O. Well in that case he may notice the golden ram-shaped thing TURNING ITS HEAD to look at him.]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil winces.]

W-why did you just— ... the armor. It's... better? [He's so confused.

... And then he notices something staring at him.]

U-um. Um. Um... M-M-... M... Mu?!

[lamb_of_gold]

It's weak. Blood helps a cloth regain strength - Just as a body needs blood to live, so does the cloth to infuse it's life force. [He reaches into the jar, withdrawing a small handful of an iridescent sort of sand, a few grains of which he sprinkles over the seam. At Emil's stuttering, he looks over, and smiles.]

It's just my cloth.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Have a feeling of curiosity that's radiating from said cloth. Something along the lines of how he'd feel right after someone asked his name...]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

I-I see... be careful. You don't want to make yourself weak, too.

[Now he's staring at the cloth right back. Could it be... talking to him? It feels like it. But... feels? Oh, this is so confusing.]

Um... hi there. I'm Emil.

[lamb_of_gold]

It doesn't want my blood to help it recover - it wants the blood of the ones dearest to it's masters.

[lamb_of_gold]

[8D! The feeling relaxes slightly - It's master is obviously comfortable around this fellow, so there's no need to be so on guard.]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

... T-that doesn't make it sound any better...

[Emil finds himself breathing a sigh of relief.]

[lamb_of_gold]

Cancer is surprisingly sentimental. Besides, I will not let someone noble enough to give his blood die.

[lamb_of_gold]

[The head clinks back around, no longer STARING AT HIM]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Mm. You're a good person, Mu.

[Emil is still watching the Cloth. He wonders if it would be a good idea to touch it.]

[lamb_of_gold]

That is not something I often hear. Thank you.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Hum dee dum~]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Is it okay if I...

... nevermind.

[lamb_of_gold]

Please continue.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

... Can I... touch it?

[lamb_of_gold]

Of course you may.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

It won't... do anything weird, will it?

[This sounds so wrong out of context.]

[lamb_of_gold]

Hardly. It knows you are no danger.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

... Okay.

[Emil hesitates, then reaches out to pat one of the Cloth's 'horns', like a dog that's much bigger than he is.]