Dead people. [Thanks Kaveh. He scrunches up his face, trying to think.] S'... Erased, I mean. R'Not gone right away. Just--different space fr'm us. Frequency. [He waves a loose hand, as if to indicate their surroundings.]
Might be... might be safe 'til the end. Dunno. Have to ask. Verify source data... [Don't say nerd terms clearly in your drunk slurring]
[ Fortunately, Vash can understand nerdy lingo to a point that is unexpected of him. ]
Like on a different plane of existence... Kind of like these shadow people? Interesting they're using terms normally used for sound, but. [ Vash doesn't understand so many things in Trigun, so it's fine. ] I wonder if we could recalibrate frequencies and if that would allow us to traverse the levels of existence.
[ Despite having had so many shots, he can be alert when he needs to be, but quickly he slows down... Alcohol, also committing to the bit of being a drunk. ]
[Vash could put on just about any bit he wants and Kaveh would believe it tbh. The only thing he wouldn't believe is "I'm no longer depressed and suicidal! Wow!"]
IIIIIII dunno. [He mumbles it, but even that can't obscure the sadness that creeps into his tone.] ...I hope so.
[God, what he wouldn't give to be able to reach the erased. He hates the idea that they can't save them--but he's also desperate for a final goodbye, if nothing else. Will he get that when he, too, is inevitably erased?]
Oh--don't lemme forget. [He waves a hand vaguely at Vash.] Gotta give you something.
[ Vash can only hope, too... And it's hard to think about all the information they've received, wondering if it's valid and credible, but isn't it time for alcohol? They're meant to relax, so that's what Vash does.
Jus' thought you could use'm. Some spares. [Since he knew Shenhe already had at least one outfit and he didn't know Nahri well enough at the time, but now that's taken care of too, thankfully. Also for the reason of "I think they deserve nice things" but he's too Insecure (drunk edition) to say that.] Can make'm... pillows n' bandages n' stuff. If you don't like'm.
I didn't mean I was buying something. [Although now he wants to because sweet Vash is so cute!! He is going to forget in the morning though.] It's notes! Wolfwood said to give them to you instead of him.
[ Even though Vash can get some levels of intoxicated, it is never enough, so he can easily carry Kaveh and his alcohol. Going to drop off GO TO SLEEP's blondie at their warehouse. ]
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Might be... might be safe 'til the end. Dunno. Have to ask. Verify source data... [Don't say nerd terms clearly in your drunk slurring]
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Like on a different plane of existence... Kind of like these shadow people? Interesting they're using terms normally used for sound, but. [ Vash doesn't understand so many things in Trigun, so it's fine. ] I wonder if we could recalibrate frequencies and if that would allow us to traverse the levels of existence.
[ Despite having had so many shots, he can be alert when he needs to be, but quickly he slows down... Alcohol, also committing to the bit of being a drunk. ]
Maybe something to think about laaaater.
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IIIIIII dunno. [He mumbles it, but even that can't obscure the sadness that creeps into his tone.] ...I hope so.
[God, what he wouldn't give to be able to reach the erased. He hates the idea that they can't save them--but he's also desperate for a final goodbye, if nothing else. Will he get that when he, too, is inevitably erased?]
Oh--don't lemme forget. [He waves a hand vaguely at Vash.] Gotta give you something.
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Then he looks at Kaveh suspiciously... ]
Were you the one that got Wolfwood and I clothes?
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[He didn't sign it]
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[ y'all ]
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[WHY DOES HE SOUND SURPRISED, LIKE AN IDIOT
Anyway. He shakes his head slightly.]
Jus' thought you could use'm. Some spares. [Since he knew Shenhe already had at least one outfit and he didn't know Nahri well enough at the time, but now that's taken care of too, thankfully. Also for the reason of "I think they deserve nice things" but he's too Insecure (drunk edition) to say that.] Can make'm... pillows n' bandages n' stuff. If you don't like'm.
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[ Their shenhawaiian. ]
Thanks. [ ... ] But you know you don't need to keep giving us gifts.
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I like to! [He truly is just like this. This is why he can't pay his rent.] Um, but I'll stop if you want.
[He says this like he had plans to do it regularly when what actually happens is that he's a victim of impulsive generosity. But it's fine.]
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[ Really, he can't, and he has given his little chide already. ]
What're planning to give me this time?
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[......
OH WAIT, HE SAID HE HAD TO GIVE--okay he sees what's happening here.]
Oh--[absurdly, he starts laughing.] That wasn't what I meant!
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[ He isn't laughing and he's looking around like a drunk buffoon who missed the joke.
What's happening here!! ]
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I guess they're my notes now.
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Mm. S'about... sand. [He closes his eyes, tucking his arms under his head.] Using it. For stuff.
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... Maybe I should help you back to your warehouse.
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[They're on the ground]
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