lamb_of_gold (
lamb_of_gold) wrote in
realityshifted2009-05-11 12:47 pm
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[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...
You served your masters well...

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