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[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[appears on the Plane, apparently back to normal - there's no sign of the feathery tendrils that he's been struggling with the past two weeks. Yawning, he rubs at the back of his currently not-spiked hair, smiling drowsily]

It's a good thing that's... ...

[he then trails off as he sees all the blood and gore littered around the Plane, staring in horror at the scene]

What happened here?!

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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Paces up, looking upset.] All went everywhere, all for naught. Coming back, but when?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[gives a faint, sad smile, patting Cy on the head] We just have to be patient now. The Twins wouldn't let them stay dead.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Rubs up against him.] No more pricklies?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[idly scratches behind her ears] That's right. I got it all under control again.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Leans against the scratching fingers, mumbling to herself.] Under over ever wonder if it's all a fever dream?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[takes a moment to decipher that] That's a funny thing to ask.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Yaaawn.] Wassa funny thing?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[with a chuckle] Nevermind. Feeling any better now?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Little bit. [Looks down at herself.] Still not gone away.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, Cy. I wish I knew a way to help you.