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Heart Soldier Senshi
[ The elevator opens up to a room spacious enough to house the whole unit comfortably, but with no furniture to speak of except a touchscreen podium near the far wall, displaying a row of four larger-than-life mahjong tiles on a red background. On the left side of the screen is a square that says TRADE. The walls and floor of the room are nearly checkered with metal panels, out of place against the rest of the marble flooring and unremarkable off-white walls.
The elevator doors close behind you. ]
The elevator doors close behind you. ]

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Right. And we can't hold it against them. So - let's pick teams for a sore throat.
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[Glancing over at Wire and Hiryuu. It is a LOT more tempting to keep them from potentially getting more hurt now, but. The thought of inflicting some of these options on someone else makes him feel like he's going to puke]
How bout... how bout WILD CITY, future is now, and Taisho.
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Yeah. We can do that. Since they weren't hit last time.
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Thanks, Hurricane.
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[Gonna go do the thing.]
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Maybe we won't get hit as badly next time.
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I mean, like - our hand almost really sucked.
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[ he really doesn't want to take any more damage. ]
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