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[Time to get back to business. Mu shows up on the plane with about two-dozen Cloths in tow, all in various states of disrepair. Some have tell-tale smudges of the black blood given to the revived plane-goers.
The saint of Aries is sitting roughly in the centre with a list resting on his lap and a faint glow about him. When he speaks, he seems to be addressing the Cloths themselves, even as he takes a knife to cut the centre of his palm open again, laying it on the closest one at hand.]
I know you still mourn, but please, speak to me if your masters have found their way back.
[With him, as always is the Cloth of Aries, a single golden figure amidst a crowd of dulled silver.]
The saint of Aries is sitting roughly in the centre with a list resting on his lap and a faint glow about him. When he speaks, he seems to be addressing the Cloths themselves, even as he takes a knife to cut the centre of his palm open again, laying it on the closest one at hand.]
I know you still mourn, but please, speak to me if your masters have found their way back.
[With him, as always is the Cloth of Aries, a single golden figure amidst a crowd of dulled silver.]