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Taisho Roman Revolution
[ 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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[ He understands this gesture, and— okay, he might need it a little bit. Leans against him, but takes an arm around Shuten's shoulders to cradle him close, as if to make himself a bulkwark against the world around them. ]
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