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[it has been a long time since he's opened his eyes and understood where he was. Through the delirium, he wakes and finds himself staring up at the familiar ceiling of his vacant apartment room in town. No laboratory. No disordered sensations that accompany experimentation and captivity. ...No, he's actually awake. It's a hard fact to take in, at

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[thedicearecast]

[Amelia's been warned by Vash to look out for certain people, but the man slumped over doesn't immediately warrant much caution beyond what Amelia might normally take. It's clear to her that he's sick, and out in the rain, no less. He'll only make himself worse that way, or so she's been warned. But she's not so cold as to completely ignore someone in need--at least not to an extent that she won't offer some form of help.]

You shouldn't be out here if you're sick. [Even if that help comes in the form of stating the obvious.]

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[he straightens slowly, and sluggishly brings his gaze around to settle on her. He mostly seems to stare somewhere past her, eyes glassy and heavy-lidded. As his expression cracks into a nauseated smile, he chuckles]

I'm not sick.

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[thedicearecast]

[It's the eyes that tip Amelia off; Vash had told her about the hair color, but especially about those eyes, striking yellow and dangerous. Even so, Amelia's been around enough out-of-their-heads bounty hunters to not recognize the glassy look.]

You shouldn't be out here when you're that drugged, either. [She's careful not to let on just what she's heard about this man. Making herself a target isn't on her to do list.] You've got a terrible hangover coming.

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Is that so?

[a lightheaded laugh, almost a giggle, as if this just entertains the hell out of him, despite the bit of impotent anger twisting into his features]

I learn something new every day.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash does not like the sound of this. That's Legato's voice, but... something isn't right here. Sorry, but he's not about to speak up just yet.]

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[not right at all, actually. Dragging the journal along with him as he wanders the streets, it picks up the occasional delirious murmur. Talking to himself as he dazedly makes his way through town....

...and he's looking for you, Vash]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash listens to that mumbling for awhile. It's what finally gets him on the move to look for you himself. He was just going to stay as far away as he could when you got back, but that murmuring...

...it would probably be best if he found you before someone else.]

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[it's not a bad idea, because--especially without the full range of his mental radar--he's all turned around. He manages to make it to the fountain, that being a central point that he can try to get his bearings from...

...but it mostly amounts to him leaning weakly against a wall nearby, looking horribly sick]

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[tehoniongirl]

[The novelty of the rain has worn off after days and days of it, but it's still not enough to deter Jilly from heading out... which is why she's able to catch sight of this pathetic wretch as he lurches his intimidating self through town. She even stops for a minute, the rain flattening her hair and getting in her eyes, before taking a worried step towards him] Hey... hey, you okay?

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[he bumps into a cart and almost falls, barely catching himself against the wall of a building with his one remaining arm and just... staying there.

Even with the rain, it's apparent from a distance that his shoulders are shaking. ...And, as she gets closer, she'll be able to catch the breathy sound of laughter accompanying it. Yeah, this has 'normal' written all over]

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[tehoniongirl]

Hey...

[his size and the obvious "off"ness of it all keeps her a step back, just in case, but she moves closer, brow knit together in worry]

...if you need help, I've got my journal. I could call for someone.

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[he takes a breath, forcing the laughter to break enough to speak, but it's a struggle] And what would you say, exactly?

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[...you are being trailed, Legato. By a little girl with a bright red and white umbrella, eyeing your uneven gait with curiosity. There's no actual sympathy, here; just some bright, green-eyed fascination at how weirdly you're acting.]

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[it takes him much longer than normal to notice that he's being followed. When he finally does notice the little presence trailing after him, he staggers to a halt, and turns toward her with an unsteady swing of his body.

And then, he simply stares. As if he can't quite decide if he's actually seeing her or not]

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[Probably doesn't help when she gives a steady twirl of the umbrella. Red white redwhite...and then she stops and peers at him from under the brim.]

Hmm. They don't look that evil.

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[yeah, that's a little disorienting. It's enough to keep him staring deliriously down at her until she peeks up at him. Then his expression shifts just a bit, brows quirking toward curiosity]

...They?

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[byebyehalcyon]

Mister, are you alright? You don't look very well.

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Alright?

I don't think so.

[while chuckling]

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[byebyehalcyon]

Do you want some help? I can look for your friends or... you're not hurt, are you?

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I don't think so... [losing balance again as he looks down at himself to check]