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lamb_of_gold) wrote in
realityshifted2010-11-17 10:04 pm
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[Time to get back to business. Mu shows up on the plane with about two-dozen Cloths in tow, all in various states of disrepair. Some have tell-tale smudges of the black blood given to the revived plane-goers.
The saint of Aries is sitting roughly in the centre with a list resting on his lap and a faint glow about him. When he speaks, he seems to be addressing the Cloths themselves, even as he takes a knife to cut the centre of his palm open again, laying it on the closest one at hand.]
I know you still mourn, but please, speak to me if your masters have found their way back.
[With him, as always is the Cloth of Aries, a single golden figure amidst a crowd of dulled silver.]
The saint of Aries is sitting roughly in the centre with a list resting on his lap and a faint glow about him. When he speaks, he seems to be addressing the Cloths themselves, even as he takes a knife to cut the centre of his palm open again, laying it on the closest one at hand.]
I know you still mourn, but please, speak to me if your masters have found their way back.
[With him, as always is the Cloth of Aries, a single golden figure amidst a crowd of dulled silver.]

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M-Mu! I didn't see you...
[Oh God, is that blood? He pales, a rather impressive feat for someone tanned.]
Ah...
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[Let's try for a subject change.]
Um, are you okay? T-that's a lot of blood...
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It's enough to keep them alive for now, and not so much as to bother me.
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... Would my blood help?
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