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Nine-Nine Heart - Run 1

[It's time for a new an exciting place, right? A land of adventure and fun and excitement!
Wait? Then why does this look like Tokyo-F. Like a Tokyo-F that has seen better days.
A dark purple haze has settled over the city, thick and suffocating, oppressive and heavy. The sky above is filled with yawning teeth and blinking eyes stare back at you. Buildings lie in tatters and their remains litter the landscape.
A few proud buildings still stand tall! The most prominent one among them - THE GAME TOWER. Though it is sporting more of an evil villain castle vibe than you remember. And it certainly used to be taller and not leaking out that purple smoke filling the air. Nonetheless it stands as a beacon in the city, the focal point in the ruin around you.
A voice echos in your head. "Find the Dark Master."
GAME START!]

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[he doesn't move away, standing his ground.]
I don't have anything as concrete as terms. I just want what's best for him, and I'm not sure an eternal internal battle is it. But I don't think losing a part of himself would necessarily help, either.
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[Pulling on his hair to kiss him but it is all teeth and possession.]
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makes a small sound into the kiss, something surprised and just a little pained. he doesn’t not kiss back, but it’s definitely not the easy enthusiasm kisses from Nine usually elicit as a response. one of his hands comes to rest on 99’s shoulder, and after a moment he pushes a little, breaking the kiss.]
You’d sacrifice me, even if I am your dear host.
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I absolutely would.
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Why do you even want to destroy everything?
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If you want what is best for him, then I would take some time and really figure out what that means. People won't be as curious or as forgiving as you are. Even your friends murdered him back in your home world. And they didn't shed a lick of remorse after the fact. What you think is best for him might just in fact lead him to ruin.
[Taking lots of liberties with that last bit. So many.]
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And whatever happened back home... it won't happen again. I don't know all the details yet, but we'll do better this time.
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[He laughs. One without any mirth.]
Then I look forward to your best effort. I will be helping of course.
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Besides, I think you'll find him much less intriguing if I weren't around.
[Motioning for him to come over.]
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What do you mean?
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[Trailing a hand over his cheek.]
I'm the reason you keep coming back.
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Maybe that was the case. I don't know. You're right, I'm definitely interested in that kind of thing. But here... that's not what drew me to him. To you.
[gestures as though to encompass the room, the board, both 99s]
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[Trailing that hand further down his neck.]
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To be known. Such a simple thing. Yes. We can work together. No one will ever know you like I do.
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But it goes both ways.
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Don't presume to know me, ■̨͞■͟■͢͠͠■̨͢■̕■͟■■̨̕͟■̢҉
[Even though the words don't reach his ears, he'll know that is hisname. Its almost insulting that this creature, this facet of a person would know something so vital to him that is lost.]
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his expression shifts to one of surprise, and whatever he was going to say in response comes out as a choked wheeze instead. he immediately starts struggling to get free, yanking and scrabbling with nails at this 99's hand and wrist. the look in his eyes isn't one of panic, though -- if anything, Anubis seems... unimpressed. disappointed, maybe.
all that knowledge untouched by amnesia, and this is how he chooses to act.]
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He brings his face closer.]
There will be a time when you are no longer needed.
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he kicks out blindly, still struggling.]
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He drops him suddenly before the edges of his vision even begins to fade to black. Arrogance is up over 9000 as he watches for his reaction.]
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when he straightens up, there are tears at the corner of his eyes, but it looks like it's from the exertion rather than emotion. his face is red, and he still has one hand curled protectively over his throat.
but he doesn't look scared. he looks... annoyed.]
And what was tha--
[stops, coughing, and starts again.]
What was that supposed to accomplish?
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