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[lamb_of_gold]

 [Mu is sitting quietly in one of the booths of the bar, absently toying with an empty coffee mug. His hands are, once again, free of the scars that indicate his work.  Whatever it is that he's contemplating, he seems troubled by it.

He does afford anyone who enters a small greeting, but he's very clearly waiting for someone...or, perhaps, several someones.]

Comments

[lamb_of_gold]

[Yeah, Mu is more than aware this is a shakey defence, but unfortunately, its true and its all he's got.]

Somehow, yes. It felt as though I was sleepwalking - aware, but not.

Naturally. Unfortunately, I can't seem to recall how.

[punkblaze]

[Eithan doesn't find mind control to be a shaky defense. It exists in his world, and he's actually pretty damn phobic of it. He doesn't doubt Mu at all. Why would he? Mu saved is damn life once, and has been nothing but kind otherwise. He's still wary, sure, but mostly just concerned at this point. He's been around here juuust long enough to know how much the Plane likes fucking people around.]

Shit. [He sighs.] 'Course that's the case, huh? Heh.

... So, this woman. I think we should find her.

[lamb_of_gold]

I quite concur. Make your preparations - there are others to whom I must offer apologies first.

[punkblaze]

[Nod.] Done, and done.

[He exits the booth, half-waving over his shoulder as he turns and walks out the door.]