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[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu's arrival is heralded by the clatter of cloth pieces, falling out of their presentational form, jarred by the suddenness of the transition to the Astral Plane. Mu is in his plainclothes, knelt next to the pile, bloody-tipped tools in one hand.

The other, his right, is bleeding profusely.

Mu seems concerned, but not at his hand gushing blood. In fact, he only spares that enough thought to move it over the pile of cloth parts, letting his blood fall onto them, and while he's staring at the wound, he's making no effort to close it.

Eventually, he sighs, balling his injured hand into a fist.]

Damn.

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[guyexplains.livejournal.com]

[What's with people bleeding lately. Guy's here, just taking a moment to think on things, and boom, bleeding fellow. This place never gets less weird.]

Hey. Are you okay?

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[Of course Shion has to find his way over to this. While he doesn't say anything at first, he grows concerned when Mu doesn't do anything to stop his bleeding.] I think the Cloth has enough blood.

[lamb_of_gold]

[A beat, then a sigh.]

Yes, I'm fine.

[lamb_of_gold]

The lambs saw.

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[Oh hell] How well did they see it? Perhaps you can try to pass it off as a trick of the light.. [Not that he really thinks that would work, but he's trying to think of some way to explain it without getting them involved in this.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[He holds up a tool with his other hand] I was distracted and the tool slipped. There is no way to pass this off as a simple trick. It was in broad daylight.

[With a sigh, however, he does start to close up the wound.]

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

Oh! [Gwen is tearing a strip of material from her dress even as she hurries over to Mu.] Here, let me bind that for you.

[lamb_of_gold]

Mm? [Gwen's approach startles him out of his reverie] No, it's fine, thank you. I can heal it. [Which he begins doing, the injured hand glowing very softly]

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

You're a sorcerer?

[She stops, wary rather than afraid and still holding the scrap of cloth in her hand.]

[lamb_of_gold]

A Saint, actually. [He relaxes his fist, and wipes away the leftover blood. Sure enough, the wound is closed.]

[clinical]

[It is a little unsettling to see an injury and know that he can heal it. But Jade approaches with his hands in his pockets.] Aren't you a little too old to run with scissors?

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

So it is impossible to hide... [He looks worried now] How should we explain this to them then? I doubt they will be willing to leave it alone.

[sosweet]

[Saga is behind Mu and frowns at him.] Your blood. Explain that.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil has seen Mu bleed before, but this is pretty severe, and it makes his heart lurch.]

Mu!

[He scurries over and kneels beside his friend and sort of mentor, already fumbling in his pack for an apple gel.]

What happened?!

[lamb_of_gold]

My thoughts exactly. There is no lie I could tell that they would not see through.

[lamb_of_gold]

One would think.

[lamb_of_gold]

My hand slipped, and my little ones saw.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Uh oh. Options:

1) Lie.

2) Channel Jade.

3) Bite the bullet.]

It tends to happen when skin is broken.

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

In my world, we give that name to everyone with magic.

... does it hurt? To heal yourself like that?

[sosweet]

[... 8|] I am not a five-year-old child that you can fool so easily. You know what I mean.

[lamb_of_gold]

I was killed.

[lamb_of_gold]

Not really. It's just warm.

[sosweet]

[His eyes widen for a brief second. The only thought that comes to mind is the possibility that he died during an incident on the Plane, or maybe...] That blood... is this what happens when you die here? [After dying like... 3 times, Saga still feels that 'death' is a difficult topic to talk about. Even if he's ready to die anytime.]

[clinical]

Are you able to heal yourself?

[lamb_of_gold]

Yes.

[Not said is "And it's your fault"]