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[Nathan stands wavering on his feet. A beer bottle is clutched tightly in his hand. He scans over the plane before scowling.]

Hey! Fuckers! Who the- who the fuck took my dagger?

[His speech is slurred, he's very clearly drunk. Hell, he stumbles even just standing there, almost losing his balance.]

Just fucking... noticed it was. It was missing.

[True. With the dagger gone, it's influence had wavered, and it just slipped his mind until suddenly, it dawned on him. It was gone. And he wanted it back.]

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[Matti's not entirely sure who he is or why he's preoccupied about a dagger and maybe it's best she didn't know. But she knows that druken people need help no matter how scary they are. ~~Her sister helped teach her that.~~

So here comes a weak little Canadian girl to the rescue.]

E-excuse me... a-are you o-okay.. w-well... o-of course you're n... e-er... c-can I help you...?

[Nathan stares down at her and takes a swig.]

Yeah, uh, little- little girl. My dagger is... missing. I need to, need to find it.

[She's gonna kinda... try and steal that bottle from him. Sneakily.] Y-your dagger...? E-er... w-what does it look like...?

[He keeps it high and away, which is easy. He towers at 6'9" tall.]

Like a dagger, duh. Like. A ceremoninal one. ...Ceremonininal. Cere- you know what I mean.

[Yeah, this short little 5'something girl has no chance of reaching that and she stops trying. So much for stopping him from drinking.]

C-cere...m-monial.... d-d-dagger...? Th-that's... e-er... w-well it sounds... u-um.... w-why do you...? [She's quite alarmed by this.]

Why do I what?

A-ah...! S-sorry, sorry, sorry....!! B-but... W-why do you... e-er... h-have a... a-a-a d-dagger...? [Violent drunks are bad and scary and that's what she's marked Nathan down as. Which is scaring her even more.]

Because it's- it is cool. Th- that's why. Why the fuck else would I need, uh, need a... reason.

B-but those are d-dangerous.... a-a-and y-you could hurt s-someone w-with that... [She winces at the word 'fuck'. Sure, she hears it a lot, but she can't get used to vulgar language.] M-maple...

So fucking what? It's mine. It's- someone fucking stole it.

[He takes a swig from his beer again. Nathan totters on his feet but manages to remain standing.]

Who- who does that. Who steals daggers.

[Wince... wince... shiver...]

M-maybe someone was worried.. a-about you getting hurt or something...

No! No, they weren't. Because it was- I kept it in a sheath, okay, it was totally, it was totally okay.

W-well... a-accidents happen... a-a-and, well... s-sorry, but I wouldn't trust you... t-to be honest... i-if you were drunk....

Hey. That's rude. You don't- you don't even fucking know me.

Th-that's true... S-sorry... I-I'm just used to... n-not trusting people... w-when they're drunk... s-so... s-sorry...

Well you shouldn't gen- gen- generalize, you know? S'fuckin'... rude.

S-sorry...

[Guess what? Satoshi has the dagger, right here, in his hand.] You mean this?

[Nathan's reaction should be enough of an answer.

As soon as he sees it, he drunkenly lunges, his expression one of mingled fury and confusion.]

[He steps aside.] This dagger is cursed.

[He almost falls flat on his face. But he whirls around and points at Satoshi with his beer.]

That dag- dagger is mine.

The dagger is cursed to make anyone want to kill to have it.

Do I look like I give a fuck? Give it to me.

I can't. Not until the curse is dealt with.

Again, not- not giving a fuck. Just give it fucking here, I don't- I do not give a shit if it's cursed.

[He angrily throws his beer bottle at Satoshi.]

[Satoshi disappears before that can go wrong.]

[Crowley is still in the suit Brax had given him and a t-shirt he'd managed to scrounge up. And no sunglasses. His brow arches at Nathan and his yellow snake eyes take in the scene.]

Nathan... You seem drunker than usual.

Yeah, uh. I kinda- I kinda am, act- actually.

And you lost something too... So it's not just me...

[He takes a swig of his beer, then corrects Crowley.]

N- no. No, someone stole my dagger, okay? They stole. It.

[He nods.]

I... Yeah... I know what you mean. I'm missing things too.

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Like, uh. Like what?

My sunglasses, for one. And my powers...

Why the fuck would anyone want your sunglasses?

I've no idea. I want them back.

Can't you just get new ones from somebody?

It wouldn't be the same, Nathan. It just wouldn't be the same.

You only have yourself to blame if you got so drunk you didn't notice someone stealing something important from you.

[That is to say, Gin finds your situation mildly entertaining, although he's certainly taking notice of how everybody seems to be missing something.]

I think it- it was missing before I got drunk, anyway. And. I don't use- usually get drunk. This quick.

Oh?

Did you go out with anyone or were you drinking alone? If you can even remember...

[Gin couldn't possibly care less, but he was bored and this man had caught his attention.]

I was drinking with the rest of the band. [He takes a swig from his beer, as if it will help.] Fuckers are gonna- they're totally going to mock me later. For getting drunk so fast. Fuck.

Then, maybe you should ask your band. One of them might've seen where your dagger went.

[Nathan shakes his head.]

They know better. They know that I'd fucking- fucking kill them if they touched my shit. No joke. Fucking slit their throats when they sleep or... I guess snap their neck. Or- or beheading. Beheading is cool.

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