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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 28, 2021 14:02:09 GMT -5
There was something powerful about it, L mused, surprising himself with the thought. Orpheus’ music was something he’d been unable to figure out, he knew that already. It was something that seemed…almost more Orpheus even than Orpheus themself was. That…wasn’t accurate. He wished he knew how to put words to what he meant. It was as though Orpheus existed as both a person and a concept, as something there was just too much of to quite fit inside L’s head. And yet, he thought, sitting there, the lyrics escaping him in the purest form of communication available to him, that wasn’t true, either. He normally felt at least a little bit awkward, no matter where he was or what he was doing. He thought it was probably a side effect of how his mind worked, and he was used to it, so it didn’t often bother him much. But there was something indescribably right about this moment. A connection, perhaps. As though he not only understood Orpheus perfectly, just then, but he could be understood himself just as well. The music faded, but L didn’t immediately lower his hands. He wanted to cling to it for just a moment longer, he found. “It…is I who should be thanking you,” he murmured finally, letting his hands fall silently as he looked at Orpheus. “For reminding me how much I enjoy that. And…for making it even more enjoyable.” |
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Post by strider on Nov 28, 2021 16:40:28 GMT -5
Zuko wasn’t sure why the House seemed more interested in Sal finding out about him than it did in him finding out about Sal, but he found he wanted to remedy that. Not because he begrudged Sal any of the information he had about him, but just because… well, he was curious about him. They seemed to get along well enough, and he didn’t want to go through more rooms without actually knowing anything about the other blinker. You couldn’t really be friends with someone if you didn’t know anything about them, right? That was why he had never really counted Azula’s friends as his friends, at least. Mai was an exception. He had spoken to Mai about enough that he felt they were friends. He knew her well enough for them to be. They had tried dating, but… he pushed that thought away. Banishment was one way to end a relationship, and it saved Zuko the trouble of having to figure out if he actually liked Mai like that. “Is it big?” Zuko asked, watching as Sal struck out. “That one was better. Your other one just sort of hung there, though. Even if you’re only striking with one blade, you should be using the other as defense, or preparing for a second strike. I used to go to the beach all the time when I was a kid. My family has a house on Ember Island.” |
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Post by strider on Nov 28, 2021 16:46:52 GMT -5
Zuko would have preferred to follow Sal out, but they didn’t have time for any sort of argument. If Sal wasn’t going to go before Zuko, then Zuko was just going to need to go. He would try to look back and make sure that Sal was keeping pace with him, but the primary concern was getting them both out before the walls closed in too tight. He breathed out, then gave a firm nod, sprinting in the direction of the hallway. He didn’t know for sure that it was a way out, but it was the only way the House seemed to be presenting them. “If anything happens back there and you need help, shout!” Zuko yelled over his shoulder, grateful he had ditched his armor earlier. It might have prevented him from getting cut, but Sal might not have been able to hold onto him when he had fallen, and he certainly wouldn’t be able to run as fast now. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 28, 2021 17:02:26 GMT -5
Sal Fisher | Training Room | striderSal didn’t mind telling Zuko more about himself. He didn’t have a lot to tell, really…at least, nothing he was sure he wanted to tell. There wasn’t much in between the things that felt too small and the things that felt too big, somehow. What he ate for lunch every day and why he wore his prosthetic. What was in between those two things? He could talk about New Jersey, though. That wasn’t something he had to avoid. “It’s…not huge,” he replied, frowning a little. “But it’s busy. In some places, anyway. Where I lived, there were a lot of people, and it was loud all the time, but…you can get to quieter places without leaving it.” He pulled the sword back, then shifted, adjusting his stance again. “So…something like this?” He asked, lifting his sword to protect his face as he jabbed forward again. It felt awkward, but that didn’t mean much. “Sunset at the beach is something I really want to see again, sometime,” he added as he moved. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 28, 2021 18:59:57 GMT -5
Sal Fisher | Shapeshifter Room | striderSal breathed out sharply, relieved as Zuko went ahead of him. Maybe it wasn’t entirely fair, but if one of them was going to slow them down, he knew it would probably be him. He wasn’t going to be the reason Zuko got stuck here, whether Zuko liked it or not. He ran after the other boy, pouring everything he had into the dash as the hallway closed in, the path narrowing dangerously. At least they weren’t being forced to pick between the chasm and the hall… Which was a bit of a dim comfort when he had no idea what was waiting for them on the other side of the hall. |
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Post by strider on Nov 30, 2021 2:58:26 GMT -5
It wasn’t that Zuko felt entitled to know more about Sal, it was just… well, he didn’t know much about him, and the House seemed dead set on teaching Sal more about him. It wasn’t an even exchange, and though Zuko didn’t expect it to be… he found he was grateful that Sal was willing to share things about himself. Even if it was just about the place where he lived. Lived, present tense? Or lived, past tense? Sal knew now that Zuko didn’t live in the Fire Nation anymore, but it was the only place he had ever been able to call home. Was that New Jersey for Sal, or was it just where he was born? How big was ‘not huge’? Zuko shrugged the questions away. He wanted to ask them, but he knew they would just get in the way. “The Fire Nation is similar,” Zuko said after a moment, giving a nod of understanding. “There are quiet places and loud places, even within the same city. Probably more quiet places than loud places, I’d guess, but with innovation… I don’t know. It might not be the same place I left anymore.” He shrugged like it didn’t bother him, but it was a lie. “Maybe you’ll get to see it again soon. And don’t hold your sword like that. If someone were to put any pressure on it at all, you’d slice your face in half.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 30, 2021 3:14:49 GMT -5
Sal Fisher | Training Room | striderSal was perfectly willing to tell Zuko about himself. Even if he didn’t think his life was all that interesting, compared to Zuko’s…it wasn’t like he was really on an adventure. He was getting used to a new school, but there was no way in hell he was going to tell Zuko about his math test. Even the bullies seemed sort of trivial, somehow. He could probably think of something interesting to say. He just didn’t want to seem boring. Which…wasn’t something he could remember worrying about before, but something about Zuko made him want to seem more impressive than he usually did. “Yeah, I get that,” he replied, his thoughts on New Jersey, and the places he’s come to take for granted before he moved. “Places change pretty fast. Unless you live there. Then it seems like they never change.” He shook his head a little, turning his attention back to the swords, including the one that was, as Zuko said, in danger of slicing his prosthetic. “It’s okay, I have a spare,” he replied automatically, moving the sword down anyway, and going into another lunge. That one felt a little more natural… It took him a long moment to realize that Zuko probably didn’t have any idea what he’d meant. |
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Post by strider on Nov 30, 2021 3:55:52 GMT -5
Zuko wouldn’t have minded hearing about the boring things. He had never taken a math test in his life, so in truth, he likely would have found the concept rather exciting. Or… if not exciting, then at least impressive. But he didn’t know enough about Sal’s life to ask about school. It wasn’t like he had ever gone to a proper school himself. He had been taught by private tutors, and almost all of them had paid more attention to Azula than they had to him. She was smarter, she had a better memory, and if they taught her well, they would receive more praise from Ozai. If they taught Zuko well… then Azula might be bored, and they couldn’t have that. Zuko shrugged the thought away. He didn’t resent the tutors. He thought they had done the best they could with what they were given. He just didn’t know whether he should be grateful or not that he had never been to school. “What?” Zuko asked, Sal’s comment cutting through his thoughts. It took him a moment to realize that Sal was probably referring to the mask he was wearing. “Uh… no offense, but a blade that’s actually been sharpened could cleave right through that mask.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 30, 2021 4:15:28 GMT -5
Sal Fisher | Training Room | striderIt was hard to remember that Zuko was from another world. It was one thing to hear about and see first hand all the amazing things he could do…well, the firebending, mostly. But he was interesting in other ways, too. But it was hard to remember that Sal’s life might be as strange and hard to imagine to Zuko as Zuko’s was to him. The idea that a day at school could be amazing to anyone was…hard to wrap his head around. It was just life. But he didn’t mind talking, anyway. It was nice, having someone his age to chat with. He wasn’t as friendless as he’d once been, but still…he wanted to get to know Zuko better. He wanted Zuko to get to know him better, too. “Oh!” He replied, pulled from his thoughts by the words. His lunge went a little sideways, but he managed to salvage it before he pulled the swords back. “It’s actually a prosthetic. It’s…for my face. I mean, it kinda is my face. But yeah, you’re probably right about the sword, it’s not exactly built to be that tough.” |
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Post by strider on Nov 30, 2021 4:21:16 GMT -5
Zuko’s eyes widened a little bit, but he gave a small nod, watching as Sal’s strike went sideways. It was still a good attempt, but he didn’t think that was really the topic of conversation anymore. The room was built for him to be able to give Sal pointers in how to use the dao swords, so it seemed likely they’d come back to it after a moment, but this seemed like the kind of conversation that needed to be had without him critiquing Sal’s strikes or the way he was holding the blade. Unless it wasn’t something Sal wanted to talk about…? He hesitated, looking to the side in an attempt to hide his own scars. If he had been givent he chance to wear a prosthetic face, would he have taken it? He didn’t know the answer to that. The scar only covered half his face, and he was supposed to wear it to symbolize his shame. It was the same reason his hair was cut the way it was. “Oh,” he managed after a long moment, searching Sal’s expression. “Right, yeah. In which case… you really don’t want to hold your sword like that. It might not kill you immediately if it hit you, but a broken face isn’t easy to fix, even if it is a prosthetic.” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 30, 2021 21:51:54 GMT -5
Yo. :') Either of y'all wanna RP? I'm not sure where my last posts with you were, but I'm good to continue or start something new. Whatever. (Also feel free to ... like this post so this doesn't get lost. I'm working from the back of my bookmarks.))
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 1, 2021 22:15:45 GMT -5
Sal Fisher | Training Room | striderSal didn’t mind talking about his prosthetic. It wasn’t something he was very sensitive about, actually. He had had it for around half his life now, and it was the half he remembered better, so it felt like he’d always had it. Besides…he wasn’t entirely sure he’d been the same person before, anyway. There was a difference between curiosity and interest, and the disgust and contempt some people showed. As long as no one was trying to take it or mock him for it, he was happy to explain. Although, Zuko had his own scar, too. Sal didn’t look at it specifically, but he didn’t avert his eyes, either. He knew all too well how bad both those things could feel on the other side. He knew where it was from, now. He almost wished he’d explained the prosthetic then…why hadn’t he? It hadn’t occurred to him. It probably should have, since it was something they had in common, even if it had happened differently. “Wait, so how do I defend with this sword if I can’t have it up near my face?” He asked, focusing on the training again. He wouldn’t have minded explaining where it had come from (people usually asked), but he didn’t want to get distracted enough to give the House an excuse to blink them out. And he really did want to learn this. |
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Post by Cloverleaf on Dec 2, 2021 17:19:51 GMT -5
Orpheus tilted his head just a little bit, dropping the fabric strips he was holding so he could pay better attention to Eurydice. He saw her point, in a way, but he found he couldn’t agree with it entirely. The gods had everything they could want and more. They interacted with each other, sure, but there were a limited number of gods. They could have their squabbles for eons, but in the end there were few of them. That seemed… well, unbelievably sad to Orpheus. “There are some things that we have to go without,” Orpheus allowed, letting his voice grow softer as he met Eurydice’s warm, dark gaze. “They have food and shelter and power, and we don’t always have that guarantee. But they don’t have the chance to meet strangers on the side of a road and share a campfire and a meal with them. They can’t discover the beauty of something for the first time and stand there, transfixed by it, for hours. There’s so much of life that they miss out on because they’re in charge of it all. I don’t suppose they’d appreciate me saying it, but… in a way, we’re far richer than they.” | Eurydice | Blanket Fort Room | “I… hmm.” Eurydice tied one of the last few knots on her side of the blanket. Once she finished with them, she would move to the other side, and Orpheus would do the same when he finished his. Back on opposite sides again. She pulled the knot tight. “I could see that. The boredom of having everything and having seen it all.” Eurydice ran her hands over the colorful fleece fabric. It was unbelievably soft. Would it be worth it, she wondered, to have everything soft and luxurious, everything you could ever want, in exchange for a human life? Her gut said yes, but her heart hesitated. What did it matter, though, anyways? It wasn’t like people chose the lives they lived. She tied another knot, then looked over at Orpheus’s side to see how many he had left. |
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Post by strider on Dec 2, 2021 17:43:33 GMT -5
Yo. :') Either of y'all wanna RP? I'm not sure where my last posts with you were, but I'm good to continue or start something new. Whatever. (Also feel free to ... like this post so this doesn't get lost. I'm working from the back of my bookmarks.)) (Yessss!! Zoo room or new Samico room?? Or a different pair heheh) |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 2, 2021 18:15:21 GMT -5
Yo. :') Either of y'all wanna RP? I'm not sure where my last posts with you were, but I'm good to continue or start something new. Whatever. (Also feel free to ... like this post so this doesn't get lost. I'm working from the back of my bookmarks.)) (Heck yeah! I'm good with old or new, whichever you have more muse for) |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 2, 2021 22:39:09 GMT -5
Vince - Living Room - @/mint
Vince blinked into the living room mid-yawn, giving a curious look around once his eyes opened to see the changed scene. “Ah,” he sighed to himself, placing his hands in his pockets.
It had been a little while since he’d last been in the living room, but, unsurprisingly, nothing had changed. There was the same lingering anticipation as always - a listless silence hanging in the air as he simply stood and waited for someone else to arrive.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 2, 2021 22:59:09 GMT -5
Yo. :') Either of y'all wanna RP? I'm not sure where my last posts with you were, but I'm good to continue or start something new. Whatever. (Also feel free to ... like this post so this doesn't get lost. I'm working from the back of my bookmarks.)) (Yessss!! Zoo room or new Samico room?? Or a different pair heheh) I'm chill if you want to continue the Zoo room! Maybe a lil timeskip though?) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 2, 2021 22:59:24 GMT -5
Yo. :') Either of y'all wanna RP? I'm not sure where my last posts with you were, but I'm good to continue or start something new. Whatever. (Also feel free to ... like this post so this doesn't get lost. I'm working from the back of my bookmarks.)) (Heck yeah! I'm good with old or new, whichever you have more muse for) (Huuum. Who do you have muse for?) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 2, 2021 23:17:08 GMT -5
Myrnin | Living Room | @/des The vampire appeared in the living room, yawning and tilting a bit back and forth as if tired and about to fall asleep on his feet. His outfit was even stranger than usual today. Felt bat wings hung listlessly from his jeans and he seemed to have arm tassels on his shirt. He noticed Vincent almost at once and his eyes lit up a bit. "Oh? Hello. What are you up to?" As if Vince was up to anything. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 2, 2021 23:38:45 GMT -5
Vince - Living Room - @/mint
Vince turned as he heard someone speaking to him, his expression softening slightly when he saw who it was. “Myrnin,” he greeted with a smirk, glancing at the vampires outfit for a moment with raised eyebrows.
“Hm,” he remarked blandly, dragging his eyes back to Myrnin’s face. He gave a thoughtful glance to the air as he pondered the simple question, then looked back with a small shrug. “What have you been up to?” He asked instead, completely neglecting to give an answer himself.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 3, 2021 0:10:22 GMT -5
Myrnin | Living Room | @/des
The vampire pouted. "You're no fun. You can't even give an entertaining answer." He lifted up the felt bat wings a bit from where they were flopping and flapped them in Vincent's direction.
"Come oooooon. You can do better than that. I tell you one thing about what I'm up to if you tell me one thing that you're up to."
He seemed set on this deal and stared defiantly at Vincent when he said it.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 3, 2021 0:50:00 GMT -5
Vincent - @/minty
Vincent titled his head slightly in amusement as he watched Myrnin’s display of frustration. It was easy to forget that he was a carnivorous creature sometimes. He kept his hands in his pockets as he considered the deal, humming quietly as he continued to watch Myrnin flap the little wings of his pants.
He couldn't care less what the vampire had going on in his world, so the whole bargaining for information play didn't actually carry much weight - but he could still play along. "Working," He offered, meeting the vampire's determined gaze.
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Post by strider on Dec 3, 2021 1:49:40 GMT -5
“Nobody’s going to attack your face directly with a sword,” Zuko said after a moment, crossing his arms as he watched Sal. “I mean… they might, I guess, but it’s not the first place most people will strike. If you need to block a blow to the face, make sure you block it far enough from your face that the blade can’t be forced down into your face. Here…” Zuko shifted into a defensive position, his left sword held across his chest in such a way that if it were forced back, only the flat part would hit his chest. “You want to make sure that it’s in a position where you can move it easily. Make sure it’s not far enough away that you’re going to have to exert a lot of energy using it to protect your vital organs. Never hold it so the blade can bounce back and hurt you. That’s just… a stupid way to get injured.” He looked at Sal, then stepped back so the other boy could try the defensive position. Zuko didn’t know if this would ever come in handy in Sal’s world, but he wasn’t sure he cared if it did or not. He was having fun teaching it, and it seemed that Sal was having fun learning it. “What… do you like to do?” Zuko asked awkwardly after a moment. He wanted to get to know Sal better, but he wasn’t sure if this was the place or the time. He just couldn’t be certain he’d ever see the other boy again. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 3, 2021 2:07:54 GMT -5
Myrnin | Living Room | @/des
"Working," Myrnin deadpanned right back, looking very board with this kind of response.
He signed and leaned against one of the walls, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Whatcha want then? Aren't ya motivated to make things interesting at all?"
He sounded a bit like he was looking to Vincent for his entertainment rather than the other way around. In this particular case, he was a lot more open about it than Vincent ever was.
He reached up and fiddled around with a strand of hair. At least his hair had grown back after so long, though he didn't seem to have taken to tying it back up just yet.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 3, 2021 2:21:20 GMT -5
Vince - Living Room - @/mint
Vincent smiled faintly, remaining idle as the poor vampire wandered about with all his energy. Frankly, the blonde was just tired, and in a pleasant mood - but it was incredibly entertaining to see Myrnin so crabby about his unresponsiveness.
“What do I want?” He scoffed, still tracking the vampire with his eyes. He was clearly the one who wanted something out of him. “What are you so anxious about?” He mused aloud.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 4, 2021 3:03:35 GMT -5
Sal Fisher | Training Room | striderSal watched, swords lowering to his sides as Zuko demonstrated. He hadn’t thought of the fact that his own sword could be forced back enough to hurt him, but now that Zuko pointed it out, it was obvious. Probably good to know before he actually used this. If he did use it. Maybe Zuko would be willing to spar, once Sal knew what he was doing a little more. “So…not close to my face, but not far from my body either?” He asked as Zuko stepped back, giving him space. Which was reassuring, a little. The last thing Sal wanted was to accidentally hurt him while he was swinging these things around. The question brought a small smile to his face, though he was glad he had his prosthetic to cover it, in case Zuko misunderstood it. Zuko didn’t strike him as the sort of person to try talking for the sake of covering silence, somehow. He seemed to genuinely want to learn about Sal as much as Sal found he wanted to learn about him. “I guess you don’t have video games, but…those are fun sometimes,” he replied, narrowing his eyes as he tried to bring up one sword to defend and one to lunge at once. “School is…school. But I like exploring, and playing my guitar.”: He paused mid-lunge and corrected himself, raising the point of the sword a little. “What about you?” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 4, 2021 5:21:00 GMT -5
Vince - Living Room - @/mint Vincent smiled faintly, remaining idle as the poor vampire wandered about with all his energy. Frankly, the blonde was just tired, and in a pleasant mood - but it was incredibly entertaining to see Myrnin so crabby about his unresponsiveness. “What do I want?” He scoffed, still tracking the vampire with his eyes. He was clearly the one who wanted something out of him. “What are you so anxious about?” He mused aloud. (RIP my jobs. I wanna break. @.@ ) "Me?" Myrnin asked, pausing, then frowning. Then leaning against a bookcase and thinking about it. "I ... don't know." He glanced toward the hallway, rubbing a hand over his face, and then indicated the hallway. "Did you just ... wanna do a room or something?" He wasn't sure what else to offer. He felt antsy, but he had no way of pinpointing the reason. And he didn't feel like enlightening Vincent on it either. He just wanted to keep moving. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 4, 2021 22:05:53 GMT -5
(//holds,, dw about responding quick if you’re feeling overwhelmed!)
Vince - Living Room - @/mint
Vincent tilted his head, his gaze more intense than usual as he studied the vampire. A small smirk played across his expression slowly, followed by a lighthearted sigh. He approached Myrnin silently, leaning close to the side of his face before speaking. “If you’d like,” he agreed gently, sparing a glance to follow the vampire’s gaze toward the hallway.
He then looked back, watching the other blinker’s face closely - as if he had more to say. Whatever words that waited on his tongue, however, faltered; and he let his weight rest back on his heels. “Lead the way,” he prompted with an innocent look.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 5, 2021 1:12:36 GMT -5
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Myrnin | Hallway | @/des
Myrnin really had no particular desire to press Vincent's buttons right now. Oh, there was certainly reason to, but he wanted to work on just having them get into a room first.
So he headed for the hallway, entering its long expanse with his chin held high. It was then that he found himself looking back over his shoulder at Vincent.
"Did you want to select a door?" he asked.
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