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[Shion is on the Plane, curiously lacking the part of his Cloth that would cover his forearms. His wrists and hands are also covered in blood. He doesn't appear overly concerned about this however. Instead he's busy examining the circle of over twenty other Cloths that are gathered around him. In presentational form they look like little more than metallic statues, but some of them almost appear to shift and move. Anyone coming near would feel the presence of so many Cloths gathered in one place. Those who are very sensitive might even pick up a faint murmur in the back of their mind. Shion gives a small tired, but satisfied, smile.]

It is done.

[He closes his eyes and sways for a moment, looking very pale even for him, then suddenly sits down very heavily. He sets the tools he was holding, a golden hammer and chisel, down with hands that shake slightly before he starts to bandage the cuts along his wrists.]

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