92.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu appears on the Plane with four things. First is a large, stone jar about as tall as his hips, and just wide enough for him to get his arms around. Second, the cloth of Aries in it's presentational form, standing a silent sentry next to it's master. Third, a large-ish, faintly iridescent rock, which Mu is presently running his hands over, as though searching for something, and fourth, a thermos of tea sitting at his knee.]

Well, at least the lighting here is far better. Goodness knows, I might actually get some Stardust Sand from this rock.

Comments

[inhumanity]

So you truly consider all of this within the limits of humanity?

[lamb_of_gold]

I do. Perhaps not so strongly, but it is there nonetheless.

[inhumanity]

[Christopher stares out at the starlight. One wrist is pinned. His weapons are damaged. And this human has the better of him.]

[His voice is almost a whisper.]

Then I'll surpass you.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu is quiet as he processes Christopher's words, then lets him go, with a little shove to put some space between them.]

You're welcome to try.

[inhumanity]

[Christopher aims one last shot over his shoulder before he disappears off of the Plane.]