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shot o.1 // [voice]

[there's no video to accompany the message: it's strictly audio, whether due to paranoia or the holder's inability to work a Blackberry not immediately apparent. The voice is dry and irritated, coughs punctuating the short delivery he gives to announce himself. It's probably familiar to more than a few people in the manor...]

If this is Hell, it's not a very good rendition. Where's the fire? Brimstone? Demons to make me repent for everything I've done? [a cough, here; perhaps a small bit of laughter that stops as soon as it began. there's not a circle of hell that he doesn't belong in, and he's not sure why he's not there now.]

If it's not Hell, then does anyone know where I can find some chocolate? [his tone is dry on this sentence; he clearly thinks he's dead, and this is all just a hallucination from inside his mind.]

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Look around and tell me what you see and I'll try to get over there. Frieza may not even be here, so don't worry. [ugh why am I helping a kid hrnngh maybe this IS purgatory.]

[Dende was about to make a comment about how the box could see where they were... but it didn't look like it had eyes... so there's some shuffling as Dende peeks out of his hiding spot under the bed]

I-it looks like my room back home on Namek... only it's weird looking...

There's probably a hallway outside. If you can find the big staircase, that's where I am.

....but you're right here.

[what the fuck? no he-- oh. Oh, you're one of those sorts of people.]

I'm not inside the box, kid. I'm a person. It's a communication device.

Communication device?...S-so it's like telepathy?

[there's some shifting as Dende crawls out from under the bed, and makes his way to the door]

Not quite. It's a machine. Anyone can use them.

Oh... I-I don't know much about machines.... most of the one's back home are very old... and don't work anymore...

[Dende VERY CAREFULLY wanders around the hallways until he finally comes to the large staircase. He had seen stairs before... but this just hand SO MANY! Being as tiny as he was, he had to try and climb down the stairs... literally. Of course he's about as coordinated as a drunken penguin, and inevitably steps on his robe, causing him to trip and take a tumble down the stairs, where he lands face first at the bottom. Presumably at Mello's location

He's fine though, he pushes himself up and gives his head a little shake.]

I-I'm okay...

[Dende gets up and dusts his robes off... not that it does much good. they're torn and caked in grime from the events on Namek.]

[what the shitting fucking butts, you're green. Are you a god of death? What the-- okay. Okay. Mello is just going to take this shit as it comes at him at this point, no point in getting worked up... yet...]

...So who is the Frieza guy you were so worried about?

F-Frieza... he...

[Dende looks down and begins fidgeting with his robes.... it wasn't exactly a happy subject]

I-I'm th-the last of my people now... a-and i-it's b-because o-of him... a-at least I th-think I am... th-the last thing I remember is... is everything hurting really bad and then it all stopped and got dark...

[He wipes his eyes a little]

[Well, you're definitely not a god of death, you're way too uncertain. He's really not sure what you are, then.]

...sounds like you died. [he's a little blunt. only a little.]

[Well that last statement hits him like a punch in the face. You're a bad mother Mello.

Dende's eyes widen for a second... then there's some snivelling...

...and before you know it he's just outright sobbing]

[there's a reason he doesn't have a uterus! he's bad at other people's emotions! mostly because he just doesn't give a damn, but still.]

Crying isn't going to make it any better, you know. You're not dead here, right?

I-I d-d-don't w-want t-to be d-dead anywhere!

[Like kids need a logical reason to cry, silly Mello!...Though being dead does seem to be a logical reason...]

Not much you can do about it now. [be more rational, kid! he can't cope with kids that aren't rational. or kids in generally, really.]

... [...sigh. going to stoop down slightly to your level.] I know it's probably scary, but if you're alive here, then there should be a way to get back home and be alive there, right?

[Dende calms down a little bit and looks up at Mello with the wibbly face of the century]

D-do you really th-think so?

...Yeah, I think so.

[Dende wipes his eyes and looks up at Mello]

A-and d-d-do you th-think F-Frieza is here?

[Mello shrugs. He's pretty unbothered.] Haven't heard of him here yet, and he seems like the kind of guy who makes a lot of noise.

[Dende dries the rest of his tears and looks up at Mello]

I-if y-you s-say so...

[Dende takes a little step forward and reaches up to take Mello's hand. He didn't want to get lost in this strange scary place, and Mello apparently needed to find 'chocolate' whatever that was...]

where are we going?

[buh. a small green thing with antenna is holding my hand. ... okay, just going to roll with it.]

To the kitchen.

[Dende looks up at Mello with genuine curiosity]

What’s a kitchen?

Edited 2011-03-29 19:31 (UTC)

[without missing a beat] A place where you store and prepare food.

[He smiles feeling a little silly]

Oh! So it's a human thing! Do lots of humans have kitchens?

Yeah. They're a standard feature of every house.

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TOTALLY had to refrain from making a crack about the corelation between chocolate and havin a uterus

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ILU MELLO~

he is so bad with kids oh my god

He is but it's so cute XD

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