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]

[I know what Mu wants is a crazyman poking his head about the cloth and apparently wanting to poke it.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[It's hard to miss the red hair, even in one's peripheral vision.]

Can I help you?

[inhumanity]

Mu! My old friend! [Not that old.] I was admiring this beautiful creature!

[lamb_of_gold]

Christopher. That is the Cloth of Aries, a guardian and lifelong companion of mine.

[inhumanity]

Oh. Well, I won't judge.

[lamb_of_gold]

How kind. [its only mildly sarcastic].

[inhumanity]

May I pet him? Or her. I can't tell. Sorry.

[lamb_of_gold]

Strictly speaking, Aries is an it. You may touch it, but nothing will happen.

[On the other hand, Christopher may get the feeling that he is being watched.]

[inhumanity]

[He ignores it, because he wants to, instead happily patting the cloth.] You can be my twenty-seventh new friend.





[that number may have been made up right now]

[lamb_of_gold]

You're making headway. [Assuming Mu was his first. Which he doubts but hey.]

[inhumanity]

Friendship isn't something you can just give up on! [pat pat patting the cloth]

[lamb_of_gold]

But is it something to be rushed?

[inhumanity]

You can't wait when life ends so easily.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu's hands still, and the cloth seems to hum very slightly.]

A fair point, but I don't think a friendship is worth having if it is a shallow one.

[sosweet]

[ Saga approaches silently and stands between Mu and the cloth of Aries. ] Most likely.

[inhumanity]

There isn't anything shallow about--[wait what]

[Give him a second]

Ahah! [Yes, he has recovered.] A sign of its acceptance! It purrs!

[lamb_of_gold]

Acceptance, I wonder, or warning. Perhaps it feels you threatened me.

[lamb_of_gold]

It's been a long time since I've seen such a rich vein. I was beginning to worry that I'd run out.

[inhumanity]

No, I won't believe it. It's acceptance. [Now he is hugging it]

[your mass murdering homunculus, ladies and gentlemen]

[lamb_of_gold]

And now you've quite confused it. Such talent.

[inhumanity]

Hm? It doesn't feel confused. [He says, nuzzling it...]

[lamb_of_gold]

To the touch, I'd imagine not. But I feel Aries in my heart, and it is not at all sure what to make of you.

[inhumanity]

You should let your heart reassure its.

[lamb_of_gold]

You'd be amazed how difficult it can be to sway a millenniums old, sentient suit of armour.

[inhumanity]

If your hearts are connected, I don't see why not.

[not even worried about the confirmation of what he's handling]