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[lamb_of_gold]

[Someone's been busy. There are several places one may catch up with Mu today. Perhaps in the library, where he's pouring through books, looking for information on magics of another world, and later pouring through papers like he's looking for a trap in the words.

Maybe you find him in the kitchen, where he looks like he's cooking enough to feed a small army (Sichuan foods, for the curious). Or after wards, still smelling of the spices, but settled and reading over a cup of tea and a small snack, the bulk of the food having been brought home.

Perhaps the easiest place to find him, however, is on his hammock, in a quiet corner of the Plane. He's not asleep, oh no - He's still reading through a pile of books pilfered from the library, but at least here he's not running around like he was on fire.

In all cases, there is one constant: Mu looks (and sounds) like shit. Saints have a high limit of exhaustion. If Mu's were a cliff, then he's found his, stared it down, and thrown himself merrily off of it by now. Even his Cosmo lacks it's usual luster. He just looks, sounds and feels sick. But! No time to sleep. Too much to do, too much to learn, too many people to look after. This is about as close to resting as he's going to get.

HAVE FUN!]

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[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[Shion has noticed something Wrong with Mu. When even his cosmo starts to feel off, he knows that something must be said. So after Shion manages to find something to use as a crutch, he limps over to where Mu is.] You look as if you're about to fall over.

[lamb_of_gold]

[It's probably telling that he didn't notice Shion approaching until he spoke. Mu looks up from his book sharply, and rolls off his hammock, perhaps a tad less gracefully than he normally would, and covers the ground between them with a few steps, moving to help support the blond.]

You should not be about, Shion.

[He even sounds like hell.]

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[Shion only accepts a tiny amount of support and even that's so he can get a better look at Mu.] From the looks of things, neither should you! When was the last time you slept?

[lamb_of_gold]

Unimportant. Come, sit before you fall. [He starts ushering Shion over to the hammock.]

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[Resisting slightly, although he isn't quite steady enough on his feet to be able to fully stop Mu yet] It is important when you look little better than I do!

[lamb_of_gold]

I will live.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She stumbles across him in the hammock, and almost greets him warmly, before she realizes that he does not look his best.] Are you sick?

[lamb_of_gold]

[He sits up upon hearing her, and lays the book down on his lap. He does, at least, manage a small smile for her. ]

No, I'm not. You needn't worry.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Is there anything you need? I have learned a few good teas from the court's physician.

[lamb_of_gold]

I appreciate it, but medicinals often react strangely with me.

[He shifts a bit. Morgana may notice that the book on his lap is a book about Magic. HE'S DOING HOMEWORK FOR YOU.]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She does notice it, and is very curious. And then, something hits her, and she goes fully into scolding mode.] Are you reading that for me?

[lamb_of_gold]

[He's too tired to even think up an excuse] I am.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

I do not think you will do well instructing me if you are too exhausted for it. [Morgana makes to take the book away.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Now this he resists, pulling it a bit closer to himself]

I will not be in this state for long. I may as well learn what I can.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Grumpyface] Do you know the cause of it?

[lamb_of_gold]

I'm stretched just a bit too thin at the moment.

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

You should not be pushing yourself like this!

[lamb_of_gold]

Neither should you!

[ex_oneiromancer912]

What responsibilities have you taken up?

[lamb_of_gold]

Caring for the injured Saints of Aries and Libra, and the aspiring Taurus, training the youngest, and preparing the oldest for Cloths, which involves the repair of the cloths themselves, any healing the hopefuls require as well as vast amounts of my own time. I have two personal students that I cannot ignore, and who I fear I've neglected for too long already. On top of this, Shion must be prepared to assume the role of Holy Father of Sanctuary, and I must somehow convince Dohko of Libra to stay in the Sanctuary awhile and help me with training the littles.

It's quite the load, but I think it will ease soon.

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

[Gwen found Mu in the library. Though she was obviously busy, his palour and air of obvious exhaustion left her with no choice but to interrupt.]

Mu, you look exhausted! Shouldn't you put those books down and sleep for a little while?

[lamb_of_gold]

[He looks up and blinks at Gwen, managing something resembling a smile] I'm afraid I can't - I've too much to do, and too little time in which to do it.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Is there any way I might help? With training in combat, perhaps. I know more than a little of the sword and shield.

[lamb_of_gold]

I appreciate the offer, but no; a Saint's training is extremely specialized, and the methods somewhat harsher than I would like. I do not doubt your prowess as a warrior, but a Saint must be taught by a Saint.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

I understand. [Religious orders are weird.] I've been taught a little of how to control it. My needs aren't so pressing.

[lamb_of_gold]

And yet I have this opportunity. I may as well take it.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

If you push yourself too hard, you will slow your recovery. [Morgana has gotten this speech often.]

[lamb_of_gold]

Oh, a solid night of sleep will be recovery enough. Despite how I act, I'm still young, you know.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

You do look it. {She allows only that.]

[lamb_of_gold]

And yet I seem to possess the soul of an old man.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Only the personality of one. I bet your soul is younger than you think.

[lamb_of_gold]

Sometimes, I wonder.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

How old are you? Twenty? You are younger than I am.

[lamb_of_gold]

Twenty four, actually. Many people are surprised to hear it.

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

That is why you need to rest. And time won't pass in your world while you're on the Plane, remember? You have all the time that you need.

[lamb_of_gold]

I'm afraid that if I stop, I will not be able to start again. It's fine, Gwen - I know my limits.

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

I don't doubt that. [Which is why she doesn't doubt that he'll exceed them if he has to.] Will you at least let me know if there is anything I can do to help?

[lamb_of_gold]

[To this, he offers a smile] Should something arise, I will let you know. Thank you.

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. It's the least I can do.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Twenty four is too young to be pushing yourself as you are. [Says she of entirely skewed medieval perspective.]

[lamb_of_gold]

Twenty four is relatively old, for a Saint.