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[Aug. 5th, 2003|11:03 pm] |
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This plot kind of withered up and died in January. However, it *was* pretty interesting. So let's put this to a vote. Should we:
a - read the last few posts and then try to pick up where we left off?
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b - start a new plot from scratch?
What's the plan, my darlings? |
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| Ehrm. Curious.. |
[Aug. 4th, 2003|02:30 am] |
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OOC: This dead? Any chance of being picked up again ever? It was fun.. ;-; |
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[Jan. 26th, 2003|09:40 am] |
Akarine snapped around and gasped. She relaxed after recognising the other angel, who had a slightly irritated and worried look on her face. She turned back to look at the pair again and then back to Zehava.
“Yeah.. that’s me in the tree…. What’s with that girl..? I don’t recall seeing her anywhere but I’m pretty sure I’ve known her.” She replied, almost whispering.
Akarine squatted down and turned to look at the pair.
“What’s the plan now..? and why am I.. rather.. us doing here?” she asked without looking at Zehava. |
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| Mother to events so violent but as no one hears it, it may be silent.. |
[Jan. 24th, 2003|08:16 pm] |
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"Do you plan to take your precious time? As you said before, our presence here has not gone unseen, and I sorely doubt that this pretty light-show you insist upon putting on isn't gaining us -more- unwanted attention." Her voice was low and harsh, and it's tone easily betrayed her unease. The other angel started upon hearing it, apparently not having noticed Zehava coming up behind her.
Zehava almost smiled as (what she thought was) Naiad jumped and turned about to face her swifly, startled by her voice. It was pleasing, to her mind, that the arrogant 'death angel' would be so easily frightened. Of course, she thought that before she noticed the change in the other angel, and realized that it was no longer Naiad who stood before her, rather, that other angel whom she had first met. And thus, that faint smile she wore faded out of being, replaced by a faint frown.
"Ah.. You.. Is that why you hid yourself within the boughs of that tree?" The faintly harsh edge to her voice softened, although the unease was still there. As she had come upon Akarine, those two figures came into focus and shattered her hopes that her unease was unfounded. She recognized both, or at least she thought she did. She, certainly, recognized the darker of the two, as it came within her line of sight, as that being which had been watching her earlier that night. The girl seemed familiar, as well, and she thought, at least, that it was the same insolent child who had brought the both of them to this new locale.
Zehava did not seem to expect an answer on the other's part, and nearly as soon as she had spoken her question, she had looked away to instead focus a wary gaze upon the mismatched pair. After a number of long moments had passed, she would murmur almost imperceptably to the other angel, her voice a low, tense whisper. "I believe.. This isn't the safest place for us to be, at the moment..." That was an understatement... |
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| Naiad ----> Akarine : Transition successful: xD |
[Jan. 25th, 2003|11:36 am] |
Akarine lay her back against the tree trunk weakly. She wiped the sweat that drenched her forehead and calmed her thundering heart down. The transition had worn her out. Battling with Naiad was not easy, though she had managed to lock the death angel in a mass of moss – back in the Astral.
She waited for a few minutes, feeling her old energy crawling back into her. Keeping in touch with Nature had always renewed her strength. She brushed her long silvery blue hair forward and frowned. Naiad’s presence was still around. Her hair should have returned to her own blond tint.
Forget it.. Her hold is too strong over me.. she muttered.
After testing the stability of the branch below her, Akarine proceeded to descend down the tree slowly and painstakingly. Apparently, the lower branch, must had been weakened by Naiad’s previous ascend, creaked as she lay her left foot on it.
“N-Nooo..” she cried out as the branch snapped, throwing her backwards and out of the tree’s leaves.
Akarine landed on the ground rather clumsily – butt-first. Wincing and embarrassed, she groaned as she got up, rubbing her sore behind and picking the leaves out of her tangled long blond hair.
A sudden chill crept up her neck. It was naturally impossible for there wasn’t any wind at that moment. She darted out of the barren road and hid behind the thick trunk of the tree and put on her angelic sight.
“Too quiet.. Something’s wrong..” she murmured, scanning the nature park behind her and then slowly towards the road that she was standing on just now.
Akarine noticed a little girl standing a long way down the lane. Something flickered behind the girl, like a black apparition. She strained to pick on a closer look at the strangely paired duo. The little girl had a soft glow on her head. Nothing strange and unusual about her though, but it was the black illusion behind the girl that was disturbing.
Too caught up spying on them, so engrossed that she did not notice a certain angelic warrior was advancing on her – from behind. |
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| Unwind sunshine, and meet your maker. Define the line of blood and truth.. |
[Jan. 17th, 2003|10:34 pm] |
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"You don't think I hadn not realized that, when you broke in?" Zehava muttered after Naiad's retreating form, scowling once again. Then, once the other angel was out of physical sight, she would resume looking over the rack of clothing, and, exasperated, sigh. "Humans have no sense of fashion," she grumbled to herself, before picking out the few articles that looked passably fashionable and quickly changing into them. Soft black faux-leather pants, a dark gray turtle-neck, and a plain ankle-length duster. After a moment, a pair of shades snatched from a rack near the front completed the ensemble, and the fallen Power would stalk to the door which Naiad had exited through.
A moment was taken to tilt her head down and glance over the edge of the glasses, before she detected the other angel's aura in a tree some ways down the street and made for the location. However, before she reached it, something -else- caught her attention; a movement, near so quick as to be unseen, certainly unseen by human sight. Something shifting, at the edge of her sight, half-obscured in the shadow of another shop. Something that caused her to freeze in place, senses focusing near solely upon it. The Power was on a hair trigger, nerves taught wires. Perhaps it is only some wandering spirit, like the hate-wraiths I noticed in that other city. Perhaps.. I hope it is only one of their ilk.
So maybe she was a tad over-cautious, but it never hurt... After standing stock still for longer than she would have liked, looking for something that was just out of her range of sight, she resumed a brisk pace to Naiad's perch.
"Do you plan to take your precious time? As you said before, our presence here has not gone unseen, and I sorely doubt that this pretty light-show you insist upon putting on isn't gaining us -more- unwanted attention." Her voice was low, although it's tone easily betrayed her unease. |
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[Jan. 17th, 2003|11:56 pm] |
A small hand picked up the feather. She giggled as she played with it.
A lovely feather, isn't it, child? said the cloaked figure that had menaced Zehava not too long ago. The little girl smiled and stuck it in her hair. There it stayed, though the winds blew and tugged at it.
"If I have enough feathers, will I have wings like mommy?" she asked.
Yes, little Dara...wings just like mommy. And I will help you get wings like hers, but you have to be a good child and listen to me. The darkened hood faced the glowing tree. See that?
"Oooh...pretty! Is it on fire?" Dara stared with large eyes, but then it stopped glowing. "Aww..." She jutted out her pretty little lower lip in a picturesque pout.
You saw that tree? Good. I want you to go after the one in that tree...she made it glow like that. And I want you to follow her, she's going to be your new friend. The cloaked figure laid a pale hand on the girl's shoulder and steered her towards Naiad. |
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[Jan. 18th, 2003|01:11 am] |
Naiad wandered off into the deeper part of the store, where long coats are arranged neatly on the racks. She pulled out a long leather coat with fur collar and paused.
Heaven is cold, isnt it, Akarine..? she said silently, smiling slightly at the same time.
She pulled a slip dress off a hanger and stripped off her tattered blood-stained rags.
"You can never wash that mark off when it's stained.." she whispered as she dropped her old dress on the floor. Naiad draped the heavy coat over her shoulders and walked to Zehava, who was standing a few racks away.
"Arent you going to pick one..? We have to get on our way quickly. Our presense have been felt.."
"I'll be at the back door of the store. Come when you're done" Naiad said and walked towards the back interior of the shop.
She pushed the doors opened, after breaking the thin chains that bounded the locks. The road was deserted, a place safe enough to regain her power. Naiad walked along the pathway, glancing at the trees that lined the pavement. She stopped under a low-lying huge thick branch and leaped onto it. She climbed her way up slowly, and made herself comfortable on the highest branch she could rest on, without being able to be seen from the outside.
Naiad closed her eyes and crossed her legs. Blackness start to envelop her as she sank deeper backwards.. into the swirling warm waters... cleanisng and healing her wounds at the same time.
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A single white feather floated slowly to the ground. It swirled and glowed iridescant under the street lamps. The wind carried it higher for a few metres before it settled slowly onto the empty street.
Somewhere along the pavement, a single tree glowered for a few miuntes.
((ooc: ne... anyone wanna join into the plot here??)) |
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[Jan. 16th, 2003|03:03 am] |
Zehava scowled at the other's recklessness. Did she think the theft wouldn't be noticed? Or did she simply have no care for it? Either way, someone must have heard the alarms, even if they were silenced mere seconds after they went off. Despite that, nothing stirred in the streets, at least not yet.
I don't need to steal my attire from mortals, she thought with a bit more of a scowl, before reverting from an angelic form resplendent in glittering armor, to a mortal form clad in black jeans, a loose burgundy shirt, and a jacket. Or rather, a mortal form, covered with blood, dripping from gaping wounds mostly in the arms and upperbody, with clothes tattered from a battle which had transpired... days?... before. She had forgotten, of course, how injured that attack Dauthus had made on her in Tokyo had left her mortal form, and was momentarily startled into inaction (as well as further reminded her that the crazed 'angel of death' wasn't to be trusted).
Only a moment, an instant, only a small bit of crimson fluid (interspersed with whorls of gold) spilled upon the concrete ground, before she thought to heal herself; regenerating the bone-deep gashes on her arms, the shallower gashes upon her chest and sides. She couldn't, however, do anything about the tattered remains of her clothing.
And so, near growling under her breath with distaste and annoyance, she found herself picking her way through the shattered glass of the store's window, following Naiad inside to find something less.. conspicuous.. to wear..
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Dauthus left his room through unconventional means, opening a window and hopping out onto a lower rooftop. He landed on cat's feet, light and soundless, and darted off across the sloped roof. He had things to see through, before he dealt the 'proposition' he had spoken of, traps to lay and people to spy on. Everything had to be perfect, for once, he had no room for error. Not considering some of the things that walked the streets...
(( OOC: Er. Yes. Relating to a post from a loooong while back... )) |
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[Jan. 15th, 2003|09:22 pm] |
Naiad laughed and hopped down to the ground beside Zehava. Flipping her long hair gracefully, she turned to the other angel and grinned. "I suppose I've heard enough to know that you are desperate to go after that demon, non..?" She smiled inwardly as she knew that she had hit one of Zehava's nerve from the dirty look Zehava had shot her instantly.
"WELL! I suppose we should get into something less distracting" she suggested, gesturing to Zehava's shiny battle armour and her own tattered and blood stained dress.
Without waiting for her counterpart to response, she backhanded the glass window behind her. The glass shattered and sent the alarm off in a mad frenzy. However, Naiad walked nonchalantly into the store, stepping over the shards and fallen mannequins.
"Follow if you want. I need a change of clothes" she said, disappearing into the dark interior of the store.
In a matter of seconds, the alarm went off and a series of wires were promptly discarded aside. |
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| "In rapids of blood glorious and in the reckless fire victorious I can trace their mark.." |
[Jan. 14th, 2003|12:44 am] |
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Zehava looked up after the water hit her, stepping back a pace or three as she did. She already had an idea of whom she would see upon looking before her eyes actually focused on the other fallen angel. ..Should have noticed her there before. Shouldn't have let her sneak up on you like that... mentally, she berated herself for not realizing that Naiad had been sitting up there until now. In response, a small frown tugged at her lips.
"Yes and no, sadly," her reply was curt and followed by a quiet sigh. "When did you come out here? How much did you hear?" She paused a moment, as if thinking for a moment before extending an arm and gesturing to the earth, "..And come down here, I do not particularly enjoy looking up to you."
She wasn't being particularly nice, although her nerves were still on edge. That dark.. man (but could he truly be termed such?) weighed heavy upon her mind, left her with a bad feeling. And, strangely, she felt compelled to follow him, although she knew that was not a wise course of action. At least not alone... |
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| And so.. the heroines met up.,. AGAIN... *groans at the cheesy title* |
[Jan. 14th, 2003|12:54 am] |
((ooc: Naiad: *screams into Zehava's ears* I'm gonna follow you no mateer WHAT!
Me: ^^;;;;))
Naiad sighed as she sat perched on the high arc of the lamp post. Below her was the angelic warrior she had been associated with. They, indeed, have been through a couple of events together and she had to agree, even half-heartedly, that Zehava had probably earned a sightly respectable rank in her mind.
She swung her legs and shook the lamp post. The tiny drops of water slided off the the arc and down onto Zehava's head.
She lifted a finger and greeted Zehava, almost cheerfully, "Speaking to yourself..? Have you forgotten about me?" |
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[Jan. 5th, 2003|12:34 am] |
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Fallen...through blackness, into blackness...no more light anywhere. Kikotsu tried to figure out which way was up...and who was in the darkness with him. The darkness swallowed up his voice, invaded his mind, poisoned his heart. He was just about to give over completely to the darkness when it grew lighter, no longer black, but dark gery.
"...hello? Hello?" he heard someone call. He tried to call back, but could only manage a small groan. His hand raised and he touched his head. The landing was rougher than he thought...the ground was damp, warm and sticky with the blood that leaked from the crack in his skull. It hurt...a pain that overwhelmed his consciousness and he fell into the black again. |
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| I didn't really love you, but I'm pretty when I lie. |
[Jan. 3rd, 2003|12:08 am] |
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The fear and pain of losing what seemed like her only friend was almost too much for her. Hiniku's knees buckled and she fell onto the floor, tears streaming freely down her cheeks. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, this is all my fault. I shouldn't have.. I shouldn't have come," she whispered through sobs. She clenched her hands repeatedly, as if trying to grab hold of something and failing.
She was overcome with a feeling of sinking. There was a hole in the ground below her, and it became bigger, and bigger, until it enveloped Kikotsu and Hotaru's empty body. Soon the room was entirely shadow, and she sank deeper and deeper into darkness, until it came up around her face and hands and she could see nothing more. (OOC: Kingdom Hearts, anyone?)
Hiniku could not remember how long she had been asleep. She was lying on her back in a very dark room. The floor was wet and cold, and uncomfortable. The metal wings on her back were digging into her shoulders, but she could not move. All she could see were some red lights glowing faintly in the distance. "Hello? ... Hello?" she called bravely, but there was no answer.
(OOC: I'm leaving this open because I figure someone will know what to do with it. If not, then I'll just figure something out.) |
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[Dec. 31st, 2002|04:32 am] |
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Zehava picked up on that black aura near as soon as she stepped out of the apartment, sensing it even through the haze created by all of the others within. Her eyes narrowed and she watched as the shadowy figure passed. Only after he was gone did she realize that she had tensed, as if preparing for a coming assault. She shook her head slowly and sighed. She had almost been ready to resort to a fight or flight response (and she was more prone to the former of those two), and she reflected, now, how foolish that could have proven.
"Always a warrior, when it boils down to it, eh Zeha?"
The voice came from everywhere and nowhere at once, meant only for her ears, and she recognized it almost immediately. The mere sound of it, with it's mocking cadences, caused her to tense again, her hands fisting tight at her sides.
"Dauthus, you are here as well?" Her voice was a whisper. He was not there, although she knew he would hear her. If he could not, he would not have contacted her in the first place.
"Why, of course. I can't let you off so easy, can I? You're so fun to hunt, and all. It would be a pity to lose such a bright spark of a soul to such as these, here."
"You expect me to die here?" Her tone rose slightly, although she quickly lowered her voice. Although she doubted those within would hear her, she didn't care to take her chances.
"What with such as him walking the streets, I would think so. Considering how hard of a time you and that.. girl.. had with Kaym."
"You followed me here to taunt me?"
"I.. 'followed'.. you here with a proposition in mind." His 'voice' suddenly quieted, dwindling off to a mere whisper in her mind, as if he feared being overheard.
"A proposition?" She was fairly interested, not in the idea of dealing with him so much as the fact that he acted as though it were some great secret. He had, before, always been uncaring as to whether his plans were overheard (as he had a tendency to change them on a whim, anyway).
"Yes. Although I cannot speak of it now. At a later time. I'll find you." He 'voice' grew fainter by the instant. "I don't want any of those insects to hear me, and I especially don't want him to hear me."
"Him?" she whispered, although there was no more answer beyond that. Whatever connection the self-proclaimed 'angel of death' had had with her had been dropped, and it left her feeling ill at ease. So many angels, on earth and in one place. It was certainly more than a mere coincidence, although just what it foreboded she wasn't sure of. Thinking on that dark figure that had passed, she wasn't sure if she even cared to know.
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Dauthus sat, cross-legged, upon the bed in the room he had 'rented' for himself in some low-key hotel or other. Well, rented wasn't exactly the right term for it, as he had simply made the owner of the place give him the key, then forget he was there altogether. His eyes were closed, although that did not mean he did not see - rather, he watched things far from where he was. He had been watching them, her in particular, since they had arrived in London. He had known, ahead of time, that they would be following behind him. How he knew, he wasn't sure. Intuition wasn't strong enough a word for it.
His nose wrinkled slightly as he opened his eyes to glare disconsolately at the wall opposite him. "Hell, but doesn't this throw a wrench into things," he grumbled to himself.
((OOC: Meh. He made me bring him back. ::Points an accusing finger at Dauthus.:: Er. Hope it isn't gonna be a bother..
Dauthus: Well I bloody -do- need something to do, y'know!? Sitting in the back of your head and poking your brain isn't as fun as you might think. ::Sulk.:: )) |
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[Dec. 30th, 2002|11:08 am] |
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Kikotsu looked up in time to see the angel leave. Had he been in a more decent, more clear state of mind, he would have said something. But his mind was clouded, his heart was dark. He could say nothing.
It was a dark twilight outside, like it usually was in London. It never got fully dark until well after midnight. A fog had collected, as was custom. The air was cold and wet and clung to the skin. The streets were empty, the lights making islands of light, but beyond two, they grew so indistinct that they seemed like distant will o' the wisps. Footsteps sounded, coming close. A figure, enshrouded in black came into being, as if made of the fog. As it walked past Zehava, it looked at her. The figure was distinctly male...and his aura was so dark as to suck in the souls of anyone who watched him too long. He paused just outside the door of the apartment complex, staring at Zehava. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly, smiling at her, then turned and walked on.
*~*
It was easier to find her than I thought. But she's well guarded. That angel there...if I were any lesser Dark, she would cause problems alone. But no matter, I'm the Master of tricks and deception, I can get through.
(ooc: I'm so sorry for running away with the plot, really...I'm sorry) |
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[Dec. 31st, 2002|12:14 am] |
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((ooc: I'm.. lost...)) |
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| (( Sorry if this posts twice. LJ isn't liking me. )) |
[Dec. 30th, 2002|06:21 am] |
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Zehava simply watched the happenings in the other room, having moved from where she had first appeared to instead stand at the side of the doorway. Needless to say, the fallen Power was rather confused. She had seen the brief flicker of energy as souls switched bodies, 'though her sight was too limited and the action too quick for her to keep track of just who's souls switched. After a moment, she decided it wasn't worth her time to try to figure it out.
She had, of course, already gathered that the reason that she and Naiad had been brought to this place was now null and void - the girl hadn't been the one that the man wanted. So, was she now there with no purpose to guide her?
"Ahem," she cleared her throat in an attempt to get -someone's- attention. "I am sorry for your... loss? But I assume I am no longer needed here," nor ever was, she finished, thinking to herself. "As that is so, I would like to see just where I have been brought." She inclined her head slightly to them, before turning and heading for the door.
She was, of course, more than a tad curious about the numerous other angels who had gathered there, however knowledge of just -where- she was seemed more important at the moment. Not to mention the fact that so many angelic auras in one place muddled her senses. Getting outside and getting a grasp of the lay of the land, as well as getting a fresh breath of air, seemed to be the best option, at the moment. |
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[Dec. 28th, 2002|12:45 am] |
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"Hah, and now she's lost." a figure said, chuckling to himself. He stroked his face and gazed with fascination off into the distance. "Poor lost little sheep, and dear shepherd Kikotsu doesn't know where to find her." he mocked. "Well, beware my dear shepherd. I've had a taste of your sheep, and I want more." He smiled to himself, reveling in the dark thoughts of his mind. |
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| Tell the Northern Lights to Keep Shining. |
[Dec. 26th, 2002|12:52 pm] |
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It was a strange feeling, to be forcefully rejected by the body she was inhabiting. She couldn't see, she couldn't hear, she couldn't feel. Her emotions were gone...nothing left for her to grasp at. She felt like she was trapped within a bubble that traveled without regard for its passenger. Where...where do I go? Where am I? the bubble asked and she found that it was her, this bubble. Finally, it settled, quietly, gently, finding a peaceful soul, one that was not as concerned with the chaos that surrounded it as the other presences that she could have sat with. She had a momentary flash of the physical aspect...male. The brilliant soul barely contained in a frail cage of flesh and bones. He was not well acquainted with his body, she felt. A dreamer in so many ways. She felt comfortable with him, for he welcomed her.
*~*~*
Kikotsu felt something brush his cheek. He looked up and his gaze rested on Samandiriel. Something more was there. But he ignored this fancy, returning his gaze to Hotaru. He knelt by her body and put a comforting arm around Hiniku, wishing he could have done something...anything more...he cursed himself for being imperfect as he never was before, in his days of glory. |
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