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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/8/2015 4:52:38 AM
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[b]Killua is chilling at jt's house, in a bathrobe and boxers drinking orange juice and watching a boxing match in the darkness[/b]
[i]Wait, how did i get here?[/i]
[spoiler]open to jt[/spoiler]
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" Well, it was the only way to protect my sanity. And well, it worked i guess... Calculations were correct 3% chance to live... Good odds. Anyways, same with feitan, only he kept his name but doesn't want his memory. I also like the killua personality. I think i'm going to keep it."
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"Alright then. Who's going to play Daego, maybe you can stage a death and, when returning to combat as yourself, nail the fear angle"
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" i'll just pretend i never existed. Killua needs his own body now. And i'm finished with this. My twins dead and I'm bored. I need some time to rest now. Maybe i'll come back..."
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"Alright. Allow me" [b]He says, smiling, clenching his fist. [/b] "not gonna lie, I've wanted to do this for a while" [b]He says, then slams his fist into your temple, going full force and putting his weight into it to make you lose all recollection of the past hour[/b]
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[b]His head goes with the fist and he falls to the floor. He gets up and his nanites are shuffling around.[/b] " whoah what the hell just happened?"
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"I've no idea, came downstairs to get a drink and I found you passed out"
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" shiiiit too much cocaine. Gotta stop doing that. Oh man. Well thanks for not killing me, i'm gonna go to san diego and sleep at my crib. See ya later boss." [b]His nano bots reshuffle and suddenly he has his regular clothes again, and heads out the door.[/b]
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((End))
