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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...?

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

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[He steps aside.] This dagger is cursed.

Why do I what?

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

That dag- dagger is mine.

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...

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.

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...

[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.

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

[He nods.]

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

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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...

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.

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.

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

Can't you just get new ones from somebody?

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.]

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

S-sorry...

[Satoshi disappears before that can go wrong.]

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

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