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Post by Yabvi on Jun 23, 2016 21:57:59 GMT
The rain that had soaked her body was starting to send the slightest chill through Inferno. The amount of fighting she had been doing had worn her down, the feeling of exhaustion wasn't something she had felt in a long time. The rain had caused her flames to die down, her powers were severely weakened by the torrent, so for the past time, she had been fighting all it was with was a knife. Inferno had limped her way away from the battle, an onslaught of cuts and other marking dotted her body. Not enough to kill her but, she was starting to feel a little sluggish.
She spent a while searching for Snowy and Reavs, the rain messing up her navigation a little. It took her a while, but eventually she managed to find the two. Nearly limping over she lifted her hand, a sly smile on her face, "Hey girls, how's the date?"
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Lucielle sat in the hospital bed, the rhythmic humming of the heartbeat monitor had imprinted itself in her mind. The door opened, sitting up her eyes widened. The world seemed to freeze for a moment, and tears welled up in her eyes. Lucielle went to lunge, but the wounds on her body sent great pain crashing through her body. "Papa!" She cried out as the man walked closer. His hand gently petted her head, ruffling the hair,
"Hello my little girl, You've been hurt, who done this my little puppe." His voice was soft, a father-like quality to it.
"A bunch of robots, I was saved though Papa."
"That's good my little puppe. I've come to take you back, and make some adjustments; I have a small training mission for you."
"What's that Papa?"
"Find, and capture your little brother."
Lucielle froze, confusion in her mind, Brother?, "But, Papa, I don't have a brother."
"Yes you do, you just don't remember him."
Papa had never lied to her, so she took his word on this. "What's his name?"
"His name is Ripley. Apparently, he lives at the Citadel. But there's a big battle, and you're wounded, so you can't go yet. Maybe after a day or two, when you're healed and I've finished making adjustments."
Suddenly a sharp pain erupted in Lucielle's neck. The feeling was familiar; it was the sense of a syringe piercing her skin gently. The world grew dark.
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Ripley flew over to the Citadel, dropping Felix down. He was a bit scared to be back at the Citadel with Felix, just in case anymore assassins attempted to take him. His eyes darted around the scene, "Felix, why did you want to come back here?"
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jun 23, 2016 22:02:52 GMT
-Joltz- the Joltz on the roof looked down as she saw a man who on the citadel being escorted in by a group of mice surrounding him, looking ahead towards the entrance to the bridge she saw Reaver and snow planing something, the turrets firing away were slowing down no doubt running on the power that they had left in them they would be dead soon, with the generator drained the Joltz near it looked at it and saw it was slowly gaining power, placing her hands on it once again she sent a charge through it destroying the generator stopping it from gaining any more power, the plastic melted as sparks flew out of the panels as the Joltz gave off another grin, looking up she heard some roughhousing going on up stairs giving off another grin she dived into the circuitry once again, the Joltz with the police landed near the them as the glass hit the floor, she quickly turned and started to walk forward slowly every step she took burned the ground as she got closer and closer, the sparks flew off her and turned the lights on and off as she continued to get near them, the Joltz from down stairs appear on the ground floor on the left hand hallway and was looking out to the courtyard, she looked over to the other Joltz getting ready to attack the police inside but hearing a noise coming from the entrance she saw a few men escorting a man in, this Joltz knew who her next target was
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Post by LHudson on Jun 24, 2016 18:57:32 GMT
- CLAUDIA KRAMER - The volley fired and Claudia sprang her riot shield up. It took the volley and she looked at Nariko. "Your funeral," she uttered and she was right. Nariko's rear end had either fallen or retreated back into the Citadel, and it allowed her to spring the second part of her plan. She ran for the edge of the bridge and jumped off, firing the hook and swinging across.
- ANDRAS MORGAN - Two more hits and two more went down. The sounds of the mighty cannons were silenced, and the enemy were becoming more isolated despite their more desirably positions. Another smack and another went down, with another one approaching him. He was an ally, one he refused to take down when the council demanded it, and as the memory came back to him he found himself side by side. "Well..." another hit, another take down, another grunt. "...times have changed, for the better if you can get past the irony." It had changed for the better, but this bloodbath needed to end soon, and sure enough the woman who lead them was back on the side they entered. 'Claudia' his boss called her. "How's it going on back here?" "We're eating in, though not fast enough," Andras exhaled as he took a look at the situation further. "We're losing sight, prepare the second stage." Andras let out a smirk, he was tired of killing but the people who were left were, without a doubt, vile in the best word possible. "STAGE TWO!" he shouted, and the people he charged with got together tight. He turned to the Warbander and told him. "Keep an eye on our backs, and we'll grab some drinks later, on me." Pretty sure Benedict would be fine with that. The men got together tight, the phalanx was completed, and the tight wall isolated the two sides again. This time, it was the enemy that needed to contend with a giant wall behind them. "JASE, GET OVER HERE!" Claudia called, and with one more beckinging the thick line took two steps forward. Andras pushed against the enemy, he needed to stay strong.
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Post by Zircon on Jun 24, 2016 23:59:36 GMT
- VOLK - Volk had used an empty floor, which he assumed used to be a basement for this apartment building, to organize his new gang. Although, he preferred to call them mercenaries, not gangsters. And that's what he would make them. He would turn these men from gun toting criminals, to well-equipped soldiers. He would push them through the same training he had gone through, and anyone that can't get through the training will be killed. If he doesn't kill them, they could leak the secret that someone is training mercenaries in an abandoned apartment building. He would need to find a new contact as well, so he could arm these men. There had to be someone in Heartania that could supply him weapons. "Alright, I'm going to mold you men into soldiers. If you can't survive the training, you will be killed. If you rat me out to the police, you will be killed. This is to stay secret. Anyone who wants to leave now, raise your hand." A group of roughly 10 men raised their hand. "Over to the corner." The men moved to the corner.
"You, with me. Follow me." He pointed to a man in the group around him. As they walked over to the men in the corner, he handed to man walking next to him a pistol. "Mow them down." Volk said, before taking his AK-12 off of his shoulder, and aiming at the men. He began firing, and so did the man next to him. The men in the corner were dead within a minute. Aleks reloaded his AK, before slinging it over his shoulder again. "Pistol, please." Volk said, before the man handed him his pistol. "Everyone else, 20 laps around the basement. Move!" He shouted at the men, who scrambled out of their group, and started running laps around the basement. This was a surprisingly large basement, concrete floors, walls and roof. Somewhat dim lighting. Cold. "This is the only time we'll be running laps inside. From now on, we run outside, no matter the weather." Volk said, before standing in one of the corners, and watching the men run, waiting for them to finish their laps.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Jun 25, 2016 17:21:39 GMT
- THE VIPER -
The shots continued to fire overhead as Rick felt himself lose touch with reality, the Vipers and their heavy bodies falling all around him from turret-fire that had stopped all at once. He had jumped from the pillar, finding a newfound defiance he had never seen before as he was shot in the chest. The moment the bullet touched his skin, he could only feel an odd sensation, shock passing through his racing mind as he was sure he was going to die, his mind almost numbing as he was on his back, the sullen sky in its clear view. How wasn't he dead yet? He felt his mind concentrating on the bullet, and the bullet alone still having barely pierced his skin as blood began to break. Rick, glanced down and with one hand gently moving over his wound. But to his surprise, and deep confusion, the bullet was still there, lodged barely in his skin, not having entered deeply or even managing to cut through his body like ash.
Instead, as he slowly rose his hand, he grunted with pain and his mind revolted at the sight, the bullet was slowly yanked out of his skin, blood slowly beginning to dribble forth but not nearly as bad as it should have been, whilst the bullet dropped to the floor. He thought it should have been more painful, he should have been on the floor dying at this rate. Yet instead, he was here now, alive, breathing, taking in the cataclysmic surroundings of his downfall as blood continued to drop from his body. He tore the shirt of a nearby Viper, their corpse cold and damp, disgusting Rick slightly as he tied the shirt around his shoulder, trying his best to remember the knots but also to look around, to prevent another bullet from sinking into him. It was in time too, as he had torn the shirt of a dead Viper near the edge of the bridge, and it was then when he peered over, looking down to see Acchilleus, the man himself, scream in pain and fear as fire clouded his head and he fell down reduced to nothing, a trio of survivors making their way off the frozen ice below. He sneered, knowing that he wanted to get revenge on the three of them, not for what they did to Acchilleus, but for their deeds otherwise, but the battle and bleeding took precedence over revenge, and so Rick continued.
He felt the fabric cling tightly across his chest, the blood now staining the dark green attire of someone else, something else. Rick couldn't focus on that now, with what little Vipers were still on the battlefield, those that hadn't given in or those that were dead were no longer Vipers of any worth. Rick clambered back to his feet, with his gun in one hand, finding it somewhat difficult to move yet at the same time he knew that the endless turret-fire simply wasn't going to stop itself. So for the duration of the battle, he clung to the last of Acchilleus' walls before they all fell, having to duck and dive the oncoming attacks from the armies that were now clearly winning. Rick couldn't blame anyone but himself for leading himself into such ruin, yet when the turret-fire thankfully stopped, it at least gave him the time to focus on one enemy.
The rain continued its downpour as if the skies themselves were weeping and assaulting the very notion of the battle as Rick continued to fight. At Rick's call, the last remaining Vipers soon swept from their own battle to come near him, the last inkling of their existence now compacted and once again it was around him. All he could see was fifteen including him, that was all that was left and now they were caught in the middle of this firefight, water dropping down and Rick's own gun in his hand as the pain continued to tear through his chest. He needed to find a way to get them out of here, this battle was over, lost and there was no way he was going to down with the rest of Acchilleus' failed mission. Instead, Rick began to seek a way out, and as he laid his eyes on the allies that had come with him, knowing that they were one route of escape.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jun 25, 2016 21:18:25 GMT
-Wild card- as the back up forces can from behind Wild card and Ms Diamond started to run towards the middle of the Vipers "come on were sitting ducks here" he said as he pulled Ms Diamond up from the floor, as they ran the bodyguard who was firing at the police officer saw them and started to follow, they grouped up in the middle of the Vipers "whats the plan now?" Ms Diamond said as she looked at the ammo in her gun, looking around Wild card saw Reaver and one of her companions getting ready to to do something "i think our best bet is to move closer to the Citadel" he said "dont you hear that the guns are still live we'll have so many holes in us we'll be like a cartoon cheese wedge" Ms Diamond said not even looking over at the Citadel but lowering her glasses, as the guns were still firing suddenly they started to slow down and stop completely "i think we should move now before Mr Kramer turns them back on" Wild card said reading his gun "sure thing boss" Ms Diamond said cocking her rifle and holding it up, Wild card lead the charge and ran out of the group of Vipers with Ms Diamond following close behind
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Post by iCaramelBird on Jun 26, 2016 5:33:03 GMT
- CLAIRVOYANCE -
The woman stepped forth from the shape of light into the shadows itself, the dingy room which had been the host of cobwebs and dust, letting the dry air become humid once more as it escaped the clutches of the man behind the cell and his raspy breath, bringing life to the stringy white hairs that fell in front of his grey old face and pale eyes. He turned slowly, somewhat naked in his attire as his bony body looked on at the female that stepped forward, her red ruby lips that were kissed with the makeup of wealth or the likeness of blood, he could not tell. For his eyesight had been sore and sour in the dark confines that he had been trapped in for years. Her own fingertips caressed the books marked on the shelves as she walked past, 'The Six Children', being one of them, the one her finger lingered on more almost, her nail almost diving into the pages but it was all a simple tease as she wandered on. Her eyes lit with fire as he realized that his predictions had come true. Two of the children had fell and a sinking feeling set inside of him.
"I trust you know the news," she began, her arms crossed outside of his cage as he glanced up at her with weary eyes and simply nodded the best he could; her smile grew. "Well tell me, what happens next?" He simply shuffled as he felt his eyes roll back slightly, his teeth were bared as he dived back into the memory of his mind, reciting the same visions and rites that had come to him before. The last moments of his fleeting vision saw nothing but pure excitement on the woman's face, and that was what filled him with dread before the visions distracted him.
"I see it now," he responded. "The Six Children is not the end, for no, there is another tale, far from here. And there shall be three couples. One for power, one for love, and one for blood, for three couples birth two new names, the king of thorns and a princess of daggers." At this, the woman stopped, her lips pursed as she threatened to furrow her brows in thought.
"A princess of daggers? Go on," the woman encouraged as the man drew in a raspy dry breath and continued.
"Yes a princess indeed, but in the matter of time, she becomes a queen. But two shall have their own quarrel ahead, outside the iron city. The hunter shall mount his dragon and war with fire itself, but one shall die and one shall cry. The hunter dies but still breathes, the dragon falls but still flies. And from fleeting wings comes a great flood, for there is nothing more than a baptism of ashes in a church of fire."
"What else? What else is there?" But then the man collapsed, and the woman scowled as she brushed herself off. "Send someone to check on him in there, make sure he's alright. In the meantime, keep me updated on how things are going," she ordered as men began to clog the room that she was just leaving, "I think I know exactly what I need to do." And she shut the door behind her.
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Post by Arbor on Jun 26, 2016 12:19:29 GMT
Reaver The rain continued to pour from on high, and streamed down Reaver's face as it broke into a wide grin. Framed by the fire and explosions of the conflict behind her, she felt like a warrior again. Snow's words were the final piece in her plan. This would work. "Fucking perfect!" She exclaimed, and as she did so, Inferno appeared. Reaver ignored what she said- it didn't matter right now, and instead turned to face her, her eyes showing the fire in her mind. "Ferny! Nice to see you again. We're going to turn this battle around, we Ravagers. Help me cover Snow- we're going in." It was time to fight back. Nariko Nariko watched with bemusement as the foe reformed their line, putting shields to the fore. Riot shields, good for dealing with shrapnel and the like- but not quite so well with amour-piercing rounds. Bellowing an order to switch ammunition, Nariko took the time to reform her line into a firing wall, with a front rank crouched before a second rank to allow for maximum shooters at once. "Fire at will!" She called out, and bridge once again rang with the sounds of dozens of assault rifles blaring away. At the head of it all, Nariko whipped a grenade off her belt and hurled it high, over the shields before her and down on top of the tightly-pressed troops. The incendiary would have an amusing effect on its unprepared targets.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Jun 26, 2016 19:39:23 GMT
- DAGGER -
Sarah was on the training mat, the two daggers gripped tight in her hands as she continued to stab at the invisible enemy, poison threatening to drip and caress the floor below with its toxic presence. She had tried her best not to cut her hand as she attempted to toss the dagger into the air, grab it and throw it, but in mere moments she had failed, taking her hand back as the dagger plummeted to the ground before finding itself back in her hands again. Out of frustration, and impatience, she threw the dagger and watched it strike the wall, a crack surfacing underneath. Tuts filled the room, growing closer as Sarah turned to face the queen, dressed in red and black, the slow movements of a predator weighing up their prey. Sarah instantly became defiant, but saw that the queen was not sizing her, but another, another dagger.
The queen wrapped her cold fingers around the dagger, pulling it out as she let the poison drool on her hand all to no effect as it simply glistened against the skin and fell to the floor in a sickening fashion. Sarah, meanwhile, contemplated simply having the dagger disappear and come back into her clutches, yet at the same time, through all her wishes and wants of leaving this place and going out into the world, she didn't have enough courage to will within herself to defy her mother, or as close to a mother that she would ever have.
“I've got something for you, Sarah,” greeted the woman as she handed the dagger back to her. Sarah slowly took it and felt the daggers leave the room, back into the void for when her hands would grasp them once more and use them again. “A man, a Viper by the name of Rick.” Sarah's eyes lit up, her heart beating against her chest as she felt that this couldn't be real, an assignment, in almost a year she hadn't managed to have one until now. She resisted the urge to smile but she had the faint feeling that the queen herself knew, and even still showed no signs of this knowledge or even the permission to be so happy, to express joy at the thought of getting away from the isolated mansion that had been her home for many years, and she dreaded to think that it could be her home for more to come, like the older ones. “I've told you everything, everything about the battle, and all his predictions came true, except somehow one of the six isn't dead, and he has to be, for all this going to plan, he just has to be, do you understand?” Sarah nodded. “Good. Pack your things, you'll be heading into Heartania soon and we booked you a room, Sight and Sparrow will be accompanying you, and will be posing as your older brothers. Go.”
And with that, Sarah walked out of the room, as happy as she could be, not understanding the trials and tribulations to come, for a princess can not so easily become a queen.
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Post by LHudson on Jun 27, 2016 21:03:07 GMT
- NATASHA MCCALL - Lightning had struck twice as the rain got heavier and heavier. The roars of the elemental cracks echoed on the bridge, and high above the battlefield McCall remained. She looked at the movements of the people, now separated into two different bulks. The contingent she arrived with initiated their plan, which she observed back when she introduced herself to the group only hours ago, but with the mercenaries and the other factions not one to go down without a fight, she only knew that they would try to strike. And that they did, though in very different methods. Two sets decided to charge but the more dangerous faction decided to take things from a distance. Nariko's men aimed and they fired. McCall plucked her strings in near desperation as the bullets were either directed towards the old Pursuer or out into the ocean, but the unclear perspective caused by the rain mean't that not all of them would be stopped. She did what she could, but it wasn't enough for the mercenaries. Nariko threw a grenade, or a grenade like object judging by the arm movement she extorted, so within the mixture of bullets, the notes from the guitar took the object in their grasp, and threw it back at the enemy faction.
- ANDRAS MORGAN - The force against the thick line increased considerably as the desperate enemy charged at them. Foolish, but it didn't stop them from trying different tactics at the same time. Andras observed left and right of him few of his comrades were felled. Their spaces were filled quickly due to the formation, but the next strides needed to be taken. "THREE THEN JAB!" Claudia had shouted, and in response Andras yelled, "GO!" Three strides forward, pushing the line back, and through the gaps the second line electrified those foolish enough to stay close to the phalanx. The sweat was beginning to drip down the hulking giant's forehead, and mixed in with the rainwater it stung the gaps on his stapled face, but he made a promise. He was getting rusty, first time in two months was he involved in action that even remotely resembled his previous profession, but it was one he wasn't crying back to. He has a better job, one that gives him satisfaction, even if what goes on around him isn't ideal in the slightest.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 27, 2016 21:08:04 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ Snowflake looked back and forth between Reaver and Inferno, before setting her eyes at the frontlines of the battle. A new volley of ammunition being fired nearly deafened the nearby fighters, while Snowflake barely noticed the sound of Nariko’s gunmen stepping it up a notch. The fog of worry and anger which threatened to cloud her head earlier was blown away once ice started to form under her feet again and her mind focused at the task at hand. With a glance she nodded to Reaver and set off towards the middle of the frontlines of the bridge, counting on Reaver and Inferno to have her back.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jun 27, 2016 21:56:08 GMT
-Wild Card- Wild card and co ran through the middle of the bridge to get to the Citadel, looking onward Wild card saw one of the Ravagers running towards them "i think we'd better hurry if we want to get a good advantage" Wild card shouted as they ran, Ms Diamond looked back at the vipers and mercs behind it didn't look good she wondered how Wild card would regain his forces from the aftermath of the battle most of what left back at the casino was a minimal 5 at the most
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Post by VirtueNco on Jun 28, 2016 5:12:41 GMT
>> COMPOUND << 245... 244... 243..."Three more minutes," the beast said slowly, muttering moreso to himself than to his speedy companion. His focus broken for an instant, he realised he'd been asked a question. "I can try." Without another word, he threw his mass against the vault door, uninhibited by fear of harming himself in the process. This version of the Compound... increased durability, reduced strength. A poor choice, in retrospect.His first blow budged the door, but failed to crumble it meaningfully. I'll just have to give it a few more, then.Another shove, then two more, and finally a gap opened around the door's frame. Wedging his arm through the aperture, Compound levered the bulwark open, finally allowing access for Pathfinder. "Go. Be quick." he smiled at the best joke his limited consciousness could put together. 221... 220... 219...>> ARES WARBANDER << Gritting his teeth behind his creeping grin, Ares took his blade in both hands and slipped out to side of the phalanx. "Warbanders, cover the flanks! Keep the mercenaries from breaking their ranks!" "They're collapsing! Let the phalanx shield their fire, and keep pushing forward!" He cut down two more mercs, blood splashing across the air in a trail behind Excalibur's shining steel. We're winning. Don't any of you dare dying now.|||PROJECT: SUPERNOVA||| The android ignored its model's words, instead confirming the situation out loud to itself. "You are Grace Scott. That is clear." It raised its right arm, the light that danced around the limb collecting in front of its open palm. "Grace Scott is to be retired. Do not resist.' Its artificial 'mind', still forming the connections and networks that could constitute sentience, worked quietly, allowing the being's prime directive to take action instead. "Good bye." The light erupted in a sharp beam, a piercing, burning white aiming directly for the real Starlass' chest.
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Post by AlexJ on Jun 28, 2016 20:35:38 GMT
GRACE SCOTT | STARLASS Heartania| Citadel Outskirts 1st December 2063 | 06:08PM She had time to overcome the general distress that came with facing down your visage as an enemy, even more so as it made its mechanically charged attacks. Grace didn't know what the android was doing: believing it could gain the advantage with her own old tactics. Back when she started out, and Starlass wasn't a name of renown; the blue-clad hero was able to open any dangerous encounter with a direct beam of light; to both damage and confuse the enemy. It was a personal favourite maneuver of hers, and as such she was able to respond to it being used against her. With expert fluidity, she flew out of the way of the beam, and closer to the android. As the danger cleared; her face closer to its own than it was before, she span in the air; arcing her trajectory ever so slightly upwards. As the spin propelled her downwards, to return to the spot where it was before, she summoned her own beam of light. This beam, however, did not project to the assassin, as Grace already had her fist clenched and swung at the mechanical torso by the time the light was summoned from it. ELIZABETH CHASE | NEMESIS Heartania | Citadel Bridge 1st December 2063 | 06:06PM Remaining silent, Elizabeth watched with a distressed expression as Apollo struggled with whatever conflict was going on inside of himself. What she did do was maintain her shield of magic, if not for protection, to offer a warning to the brightly dressed archer. With her free hand (which she hid behind her back), she began to summon a ball of blueish-black energy. If Apollo went to strike, she would not hesitate to subdue him.
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Post by t00bz on Jun 29, 2016 14:54:53 GMT
Pathfinder Pathfinder nodded his thanks to Compound and ducked into the vault. As he walked down the entry hallway, he kept looking around. The tension he felt from being within spitting distance of the Chancellor forcing him to look around and observe his surroundings, as if a ghost was in the walls. He came to a larger room and hesitated, before calling out, "I'm looking for the Scotts. You in here?" The Red Racer The Red Racer had lowered their gun, and continued watching Starlass and the android fight, just in case Starlass needed help, they would be there until Pathfinder returned. The Racer wouldn't...couldn't leave somebody behind again. The Racer walked back to the car and nodded to the AI, still projecting itself within the car, and the Crimson Comet's engines came back to life. Pathfinder would return soon, and they would be ready. They looked back to Starlass, fighting above.
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