93. Backdated to the end of the Grey Log

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu is sitting, damp-haired and smelling of soap, in a quieter corner of the Plane with the cloth of Aries in a disassembled pile in front of him. He seems to be meticulously cleaning one of the forearm bracers, and the cloth which he is using to do so has turned a rather distinct shade of red, coupled with an equally distinct coppery smell in the air.

He's taken lives before, but it never gets easier.]

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have some kittie first~

[sosweet]

[ And a stealthy kitten comes from behind all by itself, sniffing and patting the Cloth parts. ]

[traitortwin]

[South has been pacing the Plane, wondering what the best way would be to help Wash recover from his wounds after the battle. They'd both done what they could with what training they'd received on temporary patch-ups in the field, but they both knew it probably wasn't enough.

So when South spots Mu, she frowns. Didn't he...? The healing thing? ... Yeah.

... How do you ask for something like that? ... This is so out of her realm of knowledge it isn't funny.

She approaches slowly, watching him cleaning the bracers. And when she's close enough, she finally speaks - firm, like a good soldier, but also... a little unsure. And kind of quiet, for her, if we're being honest.]

Hey. ... You made it out, too.

[lamb_of_gold]

[ He doesnt look up when he answers.]

It seems so. I dont think I'm a ghost, at any rate.

[traitortwin]

Yeah. Right. There's no such thing as ghosts. [Paaause.] Where... I'm from, anyway.

[... This is so awkward.

She sighs, shakes her head.] About what happened. ... Does that kind of thing always happen with this place? The killings, the messages, the going-to-other-worlds and the... beast-thing... [She looks up at him again.] Is that normal? Or were we just a special exception?

[lamb_of_gold]

[For a second, he thinks its Cy, but she was always notoriously bad at sneaking, and probsbly would have said something by now. Nevertheless, the ball of fuzz is sufficient to stir Mu out of his thoughs as he pluks the kitty away from the metal and onto his lap]

[lamb_of_gold]

Mm. The latter, thankfully. Thats the only time I can remember it happening, at least.

[traitortwin]

Great. Guess it's good that's not normal, but I don't know how I feel about being part of an exception, either.

[lamb_of_gold]

In these circumstances? I'd much prefer being the exception.

[traitortwin]

So long as we don't have to do it again.

... Hey. All of... whatever you did. ... Magic, right? ... Can you really heal people?

[Yes, she saw it with her own eyes. No, she's still not totally sure what she saw or if she believes it. Result: wary South.]

[lamb_of_gold]

It wasn't magic, but I can. Do you need me for something?

[traitortwin]

Yeah. It's Wash. When that thing threw him against the cave wall, it broke his ribs. He's stable, but we can't go back to our world until he's better. Too many questions. And I'm not a medic, I just know enough to get someone off the field until they can get to a medic.

[She's fully expecting there to be a price for this. So she's thinking that if she can't argue her way out of it, then Wash had better be fucking grateful...]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu nods as he listens, and puts the bracer down. Almost immediately, the pile reforms into thr golden Ram that is its presentational state, and Mu flicks off the Plane with it, reappearing almost instantly without. He nods once more at South.] Take me to him.

[traitortwin]

Yeah. This way.

[She starts toward the mansion, expecting him to follow. She'd just go in silence, but... okay yeah, she has to ask.] So did that armor just... change shape into a goat?

[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies stops a distance away, just watching him for a long moment. when she speaks, her tone is a bit gruff, though the question is sincere enough:]

You make it out all right?

[after all, she knows he was in the thick of the fight, and she didn't see everything that happened]

[lamb_of_gold]

[ He follows quietly behind South]

A bighorn ram, actually. The cloth of Capricorn becomes a goat.

[lamb_of_gold]

A few bruises, nothing worse. And you?

[traitortwin]

Uh... huh. A ram, then. [She thinks for a second.] Aries, then. But still, why does it... do that?

[lamb_of_gold]

That's right. It's simply the form it takes when I am not wearing it - far easier to store and transport like that, among other things.

[traitortwin]

Oh. Well, that makes sense.

[... You know she's going to be wondering what it'd be like if her own armor turned into some kind of animal.

Ahem. Oh look, they're here! She walks right in and heads straight for where she left Wash: on the couch in the library. She's counting on the fact that surely he can hear her coming, and that her footsteps aren't the only ones. And once she's in the doorway, she calls out.]

Hey. If you fell asleep, wake up.

[... Best nurse.]

((OoC: threadhopping, Jchan?))

Hopping in! o/

[vengefulagent]

[The fight took more out of him than he'd realized, and ever since he made his way back to the Plane with South, he's been resting.

Until now. Such a rude nurse.

Groggily, he sits up, wincing as his ribs not-so-kindly remind him of what's been done to them, but he still reaches for his helmet and puts it back on. And promptly takes it off when he realizes blood has congealed on the inside.]

Ugh, gross. [He raises his voice slightly to finally respond] Yeah, I'm up.

[Carefully, he gets to his feet and heads for the bathroom right outside the library.]

[grip_on_reality]

[she shakes her head, approaching him now] Not a scratch. I suppose I should thank you.

[but that gruffness is still there; she doesn't sound particularly grateful]

[sosweet]

[ Once on Mu's lap, Aegisthus makes himself comfortable and dozes peacefully. ]

M>S>W?

[lamb_of_gold]

If you can manage, it would be easier if you took your armour off.

[lamb_of_gold]

You're mad at me.

/salute!

[traitortwin]

[See? This is why South is not a nurse. Thank you very much.

She takes off her own helmet, since there's no need for it here, and she quirks an eyebrow at Wash.]

You should really sit back down. I said "wake up," not "get up".