[I'm going to kill Lowe. ANYWAY Fukuda wanders off for a fucking while trying to figure out what he can use to get this big thing out of the pool, and he REALLY hopes it is Vlad because otherwise he's wasting a lot of time.
But eventually he does return with a rope he made out of a bunch of shirts, and also some weights.
And then he leaves and comes back with more because he can't carry very many at a time. He is weak. he ties them all to one end as counter weight and then does his best to tie the other end to the Thing in the blood. This is all so much. The "rope" is looped around one of the benches. He is trying to harness the power of SIMPLE MACHINES in real life this probably would not work for many reasons but shut up I'm exhausted. We are getting this big thing out. What the fuck is it.]
[ Well while you're doing all that, Fukuda, you might notice every 15 minutes or so, a scant few bubbles appear on the surface of the blood pool right about where the lump would be. They roughly correspond to more gibberish text messages from Vlad until the rope is secured around it.
Anyway, when Fukuda finally pulls the lump out of the water...congrats, it is indeed a Vlad! He's in a thick oversized coat that is absolutely weighed the fuck down with a shitton of stones and other heavy items in every pocket and orifice of the damn jacket.
I'll say that Fukuda pulls him ashore while he's still dead, but it only takes another minute or two before he comes back to life, hacking and wheezing violently as he coughs up blood. ]
[I'M SO MAD WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T I JUST INVESTIGATE THE 300LB LUMB MORE HE COULD HAVE JUST REMOVED THE STONES AND THEN PULLED VLAD OUT. Whatever it's fine this is classic Fukuda brand Not Thinking About Things Too Hard In The Wrong Way.]
Drowning over and over again does seem stressful... At least when I died in the id wells they were mostly pretty quick and I did get a few seconds break in between them.
[Anyway he will take Vlad's hand lets go get some food.]
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He's not very strong but he'll just drag that lump out of the blood if he has to. Whats the worst that could happen?]
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But eventually he does return with a rope he made out of a bunch of shirts, and also some weights.
And then he leaves and comes back with more because he can't carry very many at a time. He is weak. he ties them all to one end as counter weight and then does his best to tie the other end to the Thing in the blood. This is all so much. The "rope" is looped around one of the benches. He is trying to harness the power of SIMPLE MACHINES in real life this probably would not work for many reasons but shut up I'm exhausted. We are getting this big thing out. What the fuck is it.]
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Anyway, when Fukuda finally pulls the lump out of the water...congrats, it is indeed a Vlad! He's in a thick oversized coat that is absolutely weighed the fuck down with a shitton of stones and other heavy items in every pocket and orifice of the damn jacket.
I'll say that Fukuda pulls him ashore while he's still dead, but it only takes another minute or two before he comes back to life, hacking and wheezing violently as he coughs up blood. ]
Oh, thank goodness. Finally.
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What happened?
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Steven happened.
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[HE SOUNDS EXHAUSTED.]
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Do you want to go get something to eat?
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[Anyway he will take Vlad's hand lets go get some food.]
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uh
college, probably. High school? IT'S BEEN AT LEAST 20 YEARS.
Paint him surprised! Pleasantly surprised? Well, let's not get carried away here.
Vlad allows himself to be tugged along. ]
Yes...repeated drowning is certainly a rather...novel experience that comes with this strange form of immortality.
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Mm... I think being shot in the head is the easiest way to die from what I've experienced.
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[He needed to rescue Hijirido and it was his partner's well, which he thus can't enter.]
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[Finger guns! There's obviously more explanation needed but he is sure not giving it.]