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"Stay with me. Come on, just a little longer."
+ incaligointra

Although he knew that he was being held in Phillippa’s lap, in Phillipp’s arms, head cradled to Phillippa’s chest…nothing seemed to feel real. His senses were going, everything was growing dark and cold, and he just couldn’t hold on. He was drifting, and it wasn’t a nice sensation like that of an endless sleep. Every once in a while, he was keenly aware of the sudden shocking pain of not one but several bullet holes that penetrated his skin and caused him to bleed profusely.

Nine didn’t just lie still in Phillippa’s arms; he quaked , having seizure after seizure while gurgling an endless torrent of blood. He wondered how long it had been, probably only a few minutes since he was gunned down, but what he really thought was an eternity.

Trying to take in a breath that only resulted in more fluids filling his lungs— probably blood or something else he wasn’t sure but damn did it fucking hurt and make him feel like he was drowning—Nine weakly reached up to press a crimson coated palm against Phillippa’s cheek. His stroked the soft skin, tainting it a deep shade of scarlet making her look more like a warrior chosen for revenge than a simple friend taking care of a dying friend.

"Ya should probably jus’…leave me here yanno…an’ walk away." He tried to smile but it came out like a grimace. Nine was completely aware of the life leaving his body…it would only be a few more minutes at most. There was no holding on. This was it. He was going to die.

Phillippa was going to forget him.

The thought stung Nine. His vision was already faded and bleary, but the tears poured from his eyes anyway. He felt Phillppa lean in, wipe them away, but he could no longer see her. There was a hazy dark grey quickly transforming into black, and then he was blind. It should have been the last sense to go but it was one of the first, and naturally everything else started to shut down.

At the end, the last thing he told Phillippa was, was that there would be a grave for him…and if she could cry at some point even without knowing why, he could call himself a hero. He heard Phillippa say something, but it went on deaf ears in mid-sentence, just as his blind eyes closed and his body stopped completely.

heyooooo Ѡ
+ settersexual

txt: ni…nfff..nICE
txt: srsly tho
txt: did that birthmark always exist?
txt: i didn’t remmeber it the last time
txt: pls never let your bro see this i swear ta etro

shinyshinigami:

"There’s fuckin three of you are you fuckin’ KIDDIN ME!?"

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"Congrats ya now have three sexies."

type-nine:

"HELL YEA I A—"

SUDDENLY SMACKS INTO A WALL

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*just looks at i’m*

"Ya alrigh’ ova there?!"

"Where did they shoot you!? Where did they sh-- Oh... Oh, god... Oh please no..."
+ linearcrash-nine

shishijiin:

Dying rp Starters

   ”Don’t you get sentimental on me.

         Like hell was he allowing Nine to take pity on him. If he’d had the strength, both of his fists would have balled up and pounded on his chest. Getting shot hurt, though. Getting shot tended to be something they could easily handle. ‘Just throw a cure spell on top of it. You’ll be fine.' Getting shot…

          Wasn’t usually a sign he’d have to clock out a little early.

   But fuck it all, out of everybody to notice that bullet had impacted, to notice the red splatter and sputter out of his chest, it had to be that one. Mr. Tough Guy, the front lines man, the one who was looking at him like he was a chocobo that had to be put down. It made his blood boil; he wanted to kick and flail, wipe that i d i o t i c expression off of his face right that instant! Biting back the roars of discomfort and the uncomfortable feeling of blood pouring into his throat, threatening to choke him at any minute and attempting to rise up and up, his eyes squeezed shut, unable to take it anymore.

   ”You’re not allowed to——!!" Violent coughs erupted through his system, and all at once had red gobs sprayed every which direction, dripped from his mouth, landed against tanned skin. Breath was getting hard to keep. He wanted it to be over. He wanted to just wake up back in the Peristylium like he had every time before. He wanted…!
                                                 ”You’re not allowed to look at me like that, baka!
                                                  Just because it was me and not you, you don’t get to!
                                                  I’ll be fine! So shut up! Keep your
pity!

etnovemcontiger:

"Who’s this good lookin’ guy starin’ back at me?" 

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"Ha! We kinda look alike ya an’ me, ah?! S’not a bad thin’ actually!"

type-nine:

"WHAT—HEY. I’M GONNA MAKE YA EAT A ROTTEN EGG!!”

AGGRESSIVELY CATCHES UP TO 

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"Kiss m’ass!! No yer not! OIIII!!!"

*tries to run even faster*

"S’lookin’ like we got ‘nother good lookin’ guy on our hands, hey there!"

type-nine:

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"RACE YA T’ THE ENDS OF THE HALLWAY, KORĀ!!! UNLESS YER FEELIN ADVENTUROUS THEN WE CAN GO ALL THE WAY T’ THE BIRD FOUNTAIN."

"Heh! Yer fuckin’ crazy but o’ course I’m gonna race ya! Las’ one’s a rotten egg, oi!" *runs off*

Dying rp Starters

"Stay with me. Come on, just a little longer."
"You're gonna be fine, okay? You... You'll be fine."
"No. Oh, no. No no no. This can't happen. No. You can't die."
"Shush, just concentrate on staying awake, okay? Don't sleep."
"Oh my god... Don't give up! You can't give up!"
"You can make it through this. I know you can. Y-you have to..."
"Where did they shoot you!? Where did they sh-- Oh... Oh, god... Oh please no..."
"The doctor explained everything to me... I... I can't just let you go like this. I need you."
"Oh, god. Please be alive. Please still be alive."
"There's nothing they can do. I-- I'm so sorry."
"No. They're wrong. They're wrong, okay? You're not gonna die."
"Please, fight this. You have to fight it. You have to live."
"Don't die... Don't die on me. Please..."
"Listen to my voice, okay? I need you to stay with me. I'm bringing you to the hospital."
"I wish I could tell you everything was going to be fine..."
"Come on, now. You've lived through worse than this. Just... Just live through this too."
"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you."