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[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu is hanging out near the theatre with a pile of, what is, presumably, a cloth. It's gold, but seems a bit...curlier than Aries. He's not repairing it, since he has none of the things he'd need for that, but nevertheless, there is a tiny hammer in one hand, which he's using to lightly tap out imperfections on the surface. He seems very lost in what he's doing, though occasionally, something in the task will give him a moment's pause, or, rarely, smile.


Clearly, the best thing to do here would be to bother him. ]

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[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[he lets out a small gasp as it reassembles. He hesitantly puts a hand forward to touch it]

How did that happen?

[lamb_of_gold]

I asked it to.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[he is now looking at you in awe, Mu]

But how? I didn't hear you say anything? And what kind of cloth does that? Is it magic?

[lamb_of_gold]

Does one always require words to communicate?

A Cloth is a set of sacred armor. It is, in a sense, very alive.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[he smiles and then shakes his head] No, I guess you're right.

But...it's alive? That's amazing! [the excitement dies down though as he looks at the cloth curiously] But you said it was finishing its healing process. That mean's it's hurt?

[lamb_of_gold]

Not so badly that it would not heal given it's time, but it's master wished me to look over it in case there was something more severe. Most of the damage was, thankfully, superficial.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

That means this cloth isn't yours. Are you like a doctor?

[lamb_of_gold]

It belongs to a friend.

I am a healer of cloths.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

What a noble profession! Do you have your own cloth?

[lamb_of_gold]

Thank you. I do. The cloth of Aries is mine.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[pauses] Are they all named after signs of the zodiac?

[lamb_of_gold]

The twelve gold cloths are. Every cloth is named for a constellation

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

What a beautiful way to name things. If they're alive, do they think? I wonder what they think of a place like this, surrounded by all these stars and constellations. I bet it feels like home to them.

[lamb_of_gold]

They certainly do. None of them seem to dislike it, though Aries was quite confused at the random placements of the celestial bodies.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Is it all very out of place?

[lamb_of_gold]

Oh yes. The constellations I know are intact, but their positions relative to each other certainly aren't.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

If there are all different worlds here, maybe the way the stars are positioned is correct in some other universe. Are they all out of place for everyone who visits here?

[lamb_of_gold]

As far as I can tell.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

How strange. [laughs] But I guess everything is at least a little strange in this place.

[looks to the Leo cloth again and then puts on a serious face]

Ah, but you said it was hurt. How did that happen?

[lamb_of_gold]

That's certainly the truth.

Ah, this and that. It's master is rather rambunctious. It's really no worse than, say, a scrapped knee or two.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Oh. I guess that's okay then.

If it's the Leo cloth, does that mean it's a boy?

[lamb_of_gold]

[This gets a bit of a laugh out of him] I don't think the cloths really have genders, per say. It's master is a man, however.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Ah, I see. [he totally doesn't] How is it worn?

[lamb_of_gold]

A moment.

[Mu stands, vanishes, and returns seconds later with a Ram, stylistically similar to the Lion. He looks at it a moment and the Ram flies a part, the pieces reassembling themselves to fit his body like a suit of golden armor.]

Like this.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[he's just staring wide eyed and amazed and things. You have rendered him speechless, Mu. Good job :Db!]