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[lamb_of_gold]

[And guess who just got -literally- thrown back to the Astral Plane? He looks a bit roughed up, but the few cuts on him are healing and the bruises fading. He vanishes again, only to reappear a moment later and promptly sit down. Any psychic/cosmo sensitive people might feel a bit of residual energy from him.]

Well. That sorted itself out nicely. The ambush taken care of, and the perpetrators were apprehended - though someone might want to have a look at Mr. Carling's head. Sam, if the criminals question anything about how you apprehended them, just smile, nod, and call them addled. I apologize for the shirt, by the way. Your jacket is in the back of Carling's car.

Fumie, are you alright?

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[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

[Here's Shun, still feeling slightly guilty about upsetting Mu earlier. There's uncertainty in his voice when he speaks.] Mu, are you alright?

[lamb_of_gold]

I have certainly been better, but this is by no means serious. Thank you though.
[Lalalala, not thinking about the last convo, lalala. Egypt is very nice this time of year, BTW]

[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

[Shun decides not to mention it if Mu doesn't and anyway he doesn't really want to think about Hades anyway] I'm glad it's not serious... [Suddenly remembers something, and speaks hesitantly] Mu-san, could you teach me how to heal?

[lamb_of_gold]

Heal? Can you access the seventh sense freely enough to do that?

[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

I..I don't know. But I think I healed Hyoga before...and I know that's when I first found the seventh sense. Even if I can't use it that well yet, I'm sure I can learn how to. Please, Mu! I want to learn how to do this. [puppydogeyes]

[lamb_of_gold]

[DAMNIT. Can't really resist those, now, can we?] If that is your wish.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[nods] Yes. Thank you very much, sensei. Are you okay...?

[lamb_of_gold]

Good. I'm fine. It takes more than a few punches to take me down...unless you're Aldebaran, but that's hardly fair in the first place...

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Huh? Aldebaran?

[lamb_of_gold]

One of my close friends. He's bordering on seven feet tall and one of the strongest men I've ever met. Taking a hit from him is akin to running headlong into a wall.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[eyes widen. that's a big dude] It sounds like it!

[lamb_of_gold]

Lucky for me, he's quite a likable fellow. Very gentle. Kiki adores him.

Are you sure you're alright?

[contract_star]

Mu.

...

You're alright.

[lamb_of_gold]

I am. Fumie managed to get away, so I could fight properly without having to worry about her accidentally getting in the line of fire.

You seem to be in one piece as well, thank goodness.

[contract_star]

Ah. That's good. [And he smiles broadly, because he wasn't really worried--Gold Saints=Superman--but he's glad to see Mu again.]

I ended up staying on the Plane after they started getting suspicious of me. I didn't want Milo to have to--[Falls abruptly silent.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Smiles beget smiles!]Probably a wise choice. I wouldn't worry about Milo - he's one of the few I'd be afraid to challenge, and I know there are others who share my sentiments.

[contract_star]

[Sighs in a long-suffering sort of way.] He's certainly...difficult.

[didorothy]

Addled it is. ...what did you do? [and look, he already has his jacket back. Because it was the first thing he went to find]

[lamb_of_gold]

Constructed a Crystal Wall so they could no longer harm either myself of Ray, and then a bit of Telekinesis. Hardly anything flashy. If Ray says anything about it, chalk it up to the plank of wood that became well acquainted with the back of his head.

[didorothy]

Ah, well, you could've let them at Ray. No great loss. [but he gives Mu a nod] Thank you, for taking care of everything.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Smiles]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

You better have only used Carling's car.

[lamb_of_gold]

Considering neither Fumie nor I can drive, you can be sure that your vehicle was untouched, Sir.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Good. Though you better have come up with a damn good excuse.

[lamb_of_gold]

Early morning drinking. It did the double duty of accounting for Fumie and I becoming quite lost in Manchester in our search for your workplace.