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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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[lamb_of_gold]

It certainly seems that way.

[Smiles] Good. I hope you weren't hit too hard.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

My head is okay! [smiles] You didn't get hurt, did you?

[lamb_of_gold]

No worse than anything I've suffered before. Really, you'd think they'd have learned to stop trying to hit me when all their fists began to rebound several inches from my body.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Well they're probably pretty dumb.

[lamb_of_gold]

Yes, that seems the appropriate way to put it. I hardly had to lift a finger - all their blows reflected into each other.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Good! Then we won.

[lamb_of_gold]

We did!

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

That's the most important thing. Oh and that we're relatively unhurt.