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Post by x on Oct 17, 2005 8:04:07 GMT -6
With horrible strength, the Dark Angel burst through the wall into the Chamber of the Council high above the Vatican's grounds. He crashed to the ground like an animal, claws tearing ruts in the ground. He looked around and did not see the council, but the seven Sin Seals. Before he could react, a seven-sided barrier of light was erected about him. These beings trancended humanity and lived in divine undeath. Exor snarled, his rage causing more of his body to give way to his demon form. His armor appeared in a burst of negative light and his right arm was again a demonic claw. The effect had reached his shoulder, causing the cobalt and obsidian of his shoulder to crystalize and form shards outward to impale unlucky adversaries. His eyes were aglow with crimson, a hue that shone through the pure black of his helm. "Fools... Where is the Council... I fancy a word with them..." A single light spotted down on one of the boxes of the Council, to illuminate Mikhail. "And so you have one to share with," he said in a north Italian accent. Above the tone of his new prison, Exor was clearly heard, "Councilman, your grace, if you would simply let me go and point me to my weapon, I would be most grateful, and so would everyone else around here..." he spared a glare at the Sin Seals, their glowing white orbs the essence of determination. The old man looked down at Exor condecendingly, "We cannot allow you to attain Nightmare. Together, your force would be enough to decimate any hope we have for restraining you." Exor's glare intensified, "Old man, NOTHING can restrain ME! Not your precious vaults, not your damned Seals, NOTHING! Tell me where Nightmare is, or it will be your life!" The old man smiled, "I don't think so, Dark Angel. The Sin Seals -" Exor smashed one side of the septagon with his gauntlet, and the light flickered, sparkles flying from it. The Seals released their version of a gasp before pouring all of their energy into the barrier, Mikhail took a step back. "This is your last chance, Councilman," growled the prisoner. Silence ensued. "It's you're funeral..." The Dark Angel put his claw to the sheet of light before him, and with a gleam of blood red from his eyes, the wall shattered into thousands of sparkles, throwing one of the Seals to the floor. Exor flew up to the Councilman and grabbed him with his gauntlet, his claw hoisting the man from the floor. "And now, you die, Councilman Mikhail." The man cried out as the pressure increased on his neck, but a distant voice interrupted his demise. Stop! "Stop, I shall tell you where your cursed weapon is." The Sin Seal on the floor had risen to his feet and spoke. "You will find Nightmare on Cloud Nine, overlooking the Solomon Islands. Please, Exor, release Councilman Mikhail..." The crimson glare faded from the Dark Angel's eyes, "As you wish, Vergil." Exor dropped Mikhail to the floor, and the man scrambled to his feet and rushed out the door. The Dark One had worked closely with the head of the Sin Seals many a time, and had come to respect him. He turned to face the empty cloak, "Thank you, my friend." With no further words, Exor sailed out through the hole he had made East, toward the Solomon Islands, Cloud Nine, and Nightmare.
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Post by shadows on Oct 17, 2005 18:29:12 GMT -6
Alexander Wolfe landed on a cloud above the Solomon Islands - Cloud Nine. And the Angel eyed the extravagent temple reaching up to the skies from the white. Taking slow, deliberate steps up the stairs, Wolfe read the words on the double doors.
"I go the way of all the earth. You shall be strong, therefore, and show yourself a man, and keep the charge of the Lord your God to walk in His ways, to keep His statutes and His commandments and His testimonies. As it is written in the Law of Moses, that you may prosper in all that you do and wherever you turn."
The Angel remembered those words - said by David to his son, Solomon. As written in the Bible, King 2:2-3. Pushing open the great doors, Wolfe took slow, deliberate steps into the temple, light from his own body illuminating the markings on the walls either side of him. He glanced at a picture of his Lord, of God, who was only seen as a flowing cloak, nothing more, staff raising to a swirl of color. And before him was Solomon, at age 12.
"I am but a small child ... Give therefore your servant an understanding heart to judge your people..."
The Angel had been there, and so this was of no surprise. He knew what Solomon said, and he knew what his Lord told the King.
"Because you have not requested riches and honor but only that which would benefit all the people, I will give you not only an understanding heart like none other before or after you ... but also riches and honor like no other king in your days."
Wolfe stopped as the hall was sealed before him, he could go no more. Or could he? The Angel pressed a palm to the concrete, closing his eyes. And he heard them; the voices of the 72 spirits who served King Solomon. Some demons. Some angels. "Alexander Wolfe, what do you need of this place?"[/i] "The sword the Council wished sealed, IS. Your...kind...is not welcomed within our Master's chambers, why are YOU here?" "We requested peace, in return for safeguarding this treacherous blade. Why, now, does your Father stomp the law?"
The 72 spirits were outraged. To enter the inner sanctum where Nightmare dwelled, the Angel would need their guidance...
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Post by Archangel on Oct 18, 2005 18:54:32 GMT -6
Aimaina, the Cardinal, and Krystal were all blown up the stairs by a gout of black energy, its intensity threatening to drown them all in blackness for the rest of eternity. The Dark Angel went racing by them, not even touching them, as he went to face the Council. And, as if by magic, the three humans found themselves once again at ground level, buoyed there by the power of the dark one, laying sprawled out on the floor of an anteroom at the top of the stairs. There was a sense of despondency in them, a feeling of despair that washed over all three of them as they lay there, enveloped in the black energy. But then, in a flash, it was gone, replaced with the cool, cold light of a couple shaking flourescent strips on the ceiling.
Aimaina raised his head, and looked around him, confused and unsure. The Cardinal still lay unconscious, his face pressed against the floor, his expression calm and unknowing. And the girl Krystal also raised her head, staring over at the Japanese man, her face a bit confused, if a little defiant. The aged man sat up slowly, his body strangely quiescent, even though his mind was in turmoil.
"Well...I believe that the saying is... "that solves that"."
With a grunt, Aimaina got to his feet, feeling down his body for injuries. Nothing, not a scratch, besides his knock to the head from the explosion. Leaning down, he took Krystal's hand and helped her to her feet, and she seemed able to stand on her own just as well as he could. Then, with another grunt, Aimaina leaned down and lifted the Cardinal onto his shoulders, supporting the religious man easily. He hadn't trained all these years to be unable to lift an old man like Xiang.
Just at that moment, two members of the Swiss Guard (OOC: The traditional guards of the Vatican) came running into the anteroom, their guns in their hands.
"What's happening? What's going on here?" one of them exclaimed, staring down the stairs and at the three in the center of the room. Obviously, the explosion had been quite noticeable, even this far up above. Aimaina sighed, and spoke quietly.
"Good sirs, Cardinal Xiang is unconscious, and I believe myself and the most honorable woman have slight injuries. Could you perhaps direct us to a medical station?" He spoke with the calm respect that all Japanese men used when addressing strangers, and his face was trying to manage a lopsided smile. "We will answer any questions you may have to the...uhhh...utmost of our ability." He didn't like lying, but sometimes, little white lies were necessary. And he felt that it would be necessary at this point. Still holding their guns, the two Swiss Guards escorted Aimaina, Krystal, and Xiang out to the nearest nurse's station....
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Post by Anna Molly™ on Oct 24, 2005 10:54:05 GMT -6
(ooc: a little something while I'm at home <.<....>.> won't be pretty but it'll be half done *~_~*)
Krystal began to walk down the marble path charily, the smallest of shudders slipping from her being. The Dark Angel's power had yet to leave her, the unnatural force affecting her concentration vastly. She smiled rather weakly, balling up her fists to control herself. A cold sweat broke out across her neck, over her forehead, grey eyes glancing to the surprisingly calm Aimaina. Compose yourself....find your calm. She stopped in the hall, closing her eyes to focus, a prayer of tranquility coming to mind.
“Miss...are you alright?” A Swiss Guard rested a hand on her shoulder, eyeing the young woman cautiously.
Exhaling, she opened her eyes. Krystal beamed, a vivacious grin gracing her features. “I'm fine. I...” She chuckled nervously, combing her fingers through her hair. “...I really don't think I need medical help at the moment. But if you have any questions, could you please send them back to my quarters? The Cardinal will send you my number and I'll be sure to get back to you. But...please, send them before tomorrow morning? I'm guessing I will no longer be in Vatican City by then. Thank you so much.” She nodded her head in politeness, eyes glowing warmly.
Pivoting on her heel, Krystal promptly began down the hall, on a course to the weaponry room. In her rush to reach the sacred city, she had come unprepared, the only protection available to her being pepper spray. And I'm sure that will do oh so lovely... She sighed at her stupidity, taking a risk and entering the impossibly white elevators. Tittering in her step, she quirked a brow once reaching her destination.
“Spiffy...” Krystal gave a half smile, slowly taking in the room before her. It was gargantuan in size, every square inch of wall covered with some weapon or the other. The room mainly consisted of old fashioned melee weapons, from broadswords to katana, dagger to claw. Suspended from the ceiling were long ranged weapons, various crossbows and archery sets decorating the area.
In an elated awe at the variety, she rubbed at her cross to control herself. She knew she wouldn't be using any of the weapons in the room so it made little sense to get excited over the affair. Venturing past glass display cases holding the most infamous and important items in the treasury of a room, she murmured, catching a shadow. She made a right, furrowing her brows at the turned back of the gentleman in front. “Hello...?”
“Think fast!” responded the man in return. Without taking a second glance, he tossed a katana to her, expecting to hear the clatter of a sword and sheath. He frowned at hearing neither, facing Krystal bemused.
Krystal held the weapon firmly in hand, her eyes taking on an indescribable hue with the sheathed weapon in hand. The strange color lasted less than a second, Krystal blushing awkwardly as she dropped the sword. She giggled nervously. “Now why would you do that? Never used one of those things in my life...a little too deadly for my liking...” Her smile brightened; cheeks afire as she picked up the marvelously rich weapon from the ground. She held it out to him, looking strangely precautious though the katana was sheathed. “…And here I thought the Vatican was safe but it seems hell likes to break lose here.”
“Not normally,” The stranger took the katana from her, a small sigh leaving him. He placed the weapon back on its stand, brown eyes examining the katana. A brow arched. “…just been strange since that guy came around, the one they put in the vaults. I don’t really get told much information….you know, what with me being the weapons keeper and nothing more. But it’s a living. Take for example the katana you caught, it’s-”
“Staff of Gandalf!”
The man blinked oddly. “I…no-” He shook his head, a bewildered expression on his face, fully comprehending Krystal’s words. “Wait, what?!” He whipped around, finding the innocent and somewhat daffy woman eyeing a long white staff, a few jewels composing the upper part of the six foot retractable rod.
“Okay…” Krystal took the defensive weapon from its stand, running her finger down the spine of the cane. “Maybe not Staff of Gandalf but it would have been quite interesting if that truly were the case, no?” She tapped the pure white pole to the marble floor, smirking up to the weapon master. “I can borrow this until I complete something for the Vatican? I think it will be of much use to me…” Performing a minor examination, she pressed in a jewel, the weapon shifting into a foot long stick. Krystal nodded. “…and it’s concealable as well. My luck. Well?”
The man waved the matter off. “Go ahead. You’re probably the only person in YEARS who’s actually wanted to use that thing…” He went back to fixing up the swords, forming a shrug. “Would you like a katana to go along with it? Offense and defense for whatever you may be intending? You say you’ve never used one but I think you’d be pretty damn...” Stranger turned to face Krystal as he finished his opinion, frowning at the woman no longer being there. He stroked his chin with the tip of a throwing knife. “Curious…” Guessing he’d leave it at that, he went back to fixing up the collection.
(ooc: Uh….*will leave it at this* )
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Post by Kaisar on Oct 29, 2005 16:24:53 GMT -6
Aura snorted when the hour passed and got to her feet. Placing her staff across her shoulders and turned and left the Vatican. She had people to hunt down in the shady underworld beneath the streets o the city that knew the movements of the agents of evil. She’d beat the information out of them and then be on her way to finding the priestess, nothing would stop her.
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Post by wolfe on Oct 30, 2005 11:10:13 GMT -6
Alexander took what the spiritas said with seeming regard, though he has really only supressing his urdge to scream at them. But of course, yelling would never get him anywhere with the spirits, so he replied to them, restraining himself, "What I need is a guide in your protective halls. Exor has been released, and comes for his weapon. We cannot allow this to happen, of course. So what I need for you Gaurdians of the Blade is to show me in, take me to it, so that I may stand between Exor and Nightmare. He comes quickly on silver-tinted wings; there is no time to waste. If he gets here he will blast his way though, not just ask. What I do is in the good intentions of the Earth and the Lord, of course." And with that he was silent again, waiting for the reply which he was almost certain would come. There was only one logical solution, after all.
Alexander's armor did not shine so brightly in Cloud Nine, as it was closer to Heaven. And in Heaven, nothing on Alexander shone. It was all the same there, and so it all became bland in it's unanimous splendor. Heaven wasn't all that it was cracked up to be, really. People there were not all singing hyms all the time, not all bouncing around with halos over their heads, and Jesus was never to be seen. Heaven was an Earth without crime, poverty, or hate. And even hate sometimes worked its way passed the Perly Gate. Heaven was a fortress under seige, now and forever in time, since the fall of the first angel. And there was occasional whisper, when Alexander was not around, that he had been corrupted by the power of being the Hand of God. It was said that he was already beginning a slow decent to the darker side of immortality: Abuse. Certainly, though, someone with such position of Alexander Wolfe would be able to climb out of any hole, no matter how deep. This was the thought pattern of everyone in Heaven who thought of such things. It seemed politics was everywhere.
It was time for Alexander to serve his Lord and make his way out of any sort of corruption he may or may not have held. Time to protect Nightmare.
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Post by shadows on Oct 30, 2005 19:21:02 GMT -6
Alexander Wolfe made his case, and the spirits were heard in the back of his head. The 72 spirits of Solomon were discussing whether to guide the Angel to Nightmare, or leave it be. And the Angel heard the Prince of spirits speak. They had come to a decision.
"Alexander Wolfe,"
The demon began, spirits shutting up as their oldest spoke.
"We spirits shall open the way of the Dark Angel's sword to you - but on one condition..."
The Angel waited as the Prince paused. And he could hear the smile in the spirit's words.
"...should Nightmare fall to the hands of the Dark Angel, Exor... should it fall to the hands of Evil, fall to the hands of Darkness; you, Alexander Wolfe, is the one solely responsible."
Before the Angel could retort, the blocking of the path shone with a blinding light, and then there was nothing in the Angel's way. He would walk through, and he would see Nightmare, floating, encased in a column of light from floor to ceiling. And the Angel would see the dark energy lashing at the column from the sword itself... but how was that possible? Alexander Wolfe would see the Truth of the Dark Angel's sword, the blade that threatened the Heavens. And he would see the great statue of King Solomon at it's back, staring down at him.
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Post by Kaisar on Oct 30, 2005 22:39:35 GMT -6
Walking casualy down the dark stairs Aura could smell the stench of boze, vomit and urine drifting in from the streets above. She make no utward show however that the smell bothered her. Instead she stepped past the bouncer at the door, a particuarly ugly man with a squashed face and what looked to be a tusk for an eye-tooth. He was possibly a minor evil bound to protect this abismal hovvel that Aura liked to frequent when on her own. She couldn't help it realy, Aura loved to tempt fate and this place always had a well of invaluble information on the movments of those in service to demons. This was where Aura was gonig to start. Changed out of her protectors uniform Aura was now wearing black demin ton off above the kneess, heavy souled bike-boots with steel toe caps a white t-shirt that possesed had written on it Fury in blck with blood and flame twisted about it and a black trenchcoat that stoped just at her ankels. On her hands she wore her normal leather gloves with the differance of small steel spikes on the knuckles. about her waist her chain was looped and her staff as usual was in her hands. Entering the underground bar she was stopped by a guard who asked she leave her weapons at the door. Aura sighed and turned away from him. Then suddenly the guard went down as her staff slammed between his legs, she twisted sharply and the staff connected iwth the back of his skull. The man went down and was still. Smirking Aura looked ta hte bloody end of her staff and then looked bakc inot the room. It was htne she spotted him. Smiling coldly Aura made her way over and tapped the man on the shoulder. there was no denying who it was, this man was the most underhanded and slick weasesl of the underground as far as information went. "S'cuse me, Garth but I believe you can help me with a little information." she remarked casualy taking a seat next ot the man at the bar and motioned for a brandy atthe bar keeper.
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Post by x on Oct 31, 2005 15:56:54 GMT -6
One massive beat of his black wings stopped Exor just outside the closed gate of Cloud Nine. A holy seal held it fast. "Be gone, Fallen One. There is no place for you here." Exor placed his claw on the massive door, "Shut up." A black shine and a whine emitted from his palm, and the gate shattered inward. The Dark Angel landed on the delicate stonework and gawked at the hundreds of seals before him. He fell a step backward with a small sigh, "This isn't getting me anywhere..."
The Prince of the spirits spoke to Exor. "Even if you did make it past the 72 spirits of Solomon, Fallen One, you would not trespass the King's Trial, and live to free your blade... that is... without our guidance, and we have no desire to see you wield that accursed blade once again. The memory of the apocalypse you sewed is all too fresh in our eternal minds, Exor." The Dark Angel cried out, cracking a wall with his demonic claw. His eyes were shut tight, his claw opened to the wall, his weight supported on it. "Look... You simply have to understand that you really have precious little choice in the matter, O 72 Spirits of Solomon,". Exor stood back at his full height and glared at the seals that seemed to tremble ever so slightly at his gaze, "You can either allow me through now to claim my weapon, or I shall return in time and destroy this place and everything in it - do not doubt that. If what you fear comes to pass, I will have Nightmare, and all shall be plunged into oblivion. Darkness will wither away all else in eternal damnation, and only I will remain in my madness," Exor grunted, his claw making a fist, "I... ...I do not want to be lost in that endless night," he raised his demonic arm to the seals, "I do not want to become this! The Priestess sentenced to keep me has been taken - I'm sure some wretch has made it here before me and informed you of my coming, but have they told you why? I need Nightmare to get her back! Allow me my weapon, so that I may save Laurlie and myself, or wait until I am overcome by the darkness within me - at least one way you have a shot at this..." He closed his eyes and lowered his claw, awaiting his answer.
The 72 spirits of Solomon went to a place far out of reach of the Dark Angel. And when they returned, the Prince showed as a red spirit before Exor. The spirit of he who was a demon-man. The Prince seemed to look Exor in the eye with sadness. And then he turned. He pressed a hand to the block, screamed a word in a tongue not known to man, and Exor watched as the block disappeared.With that, the spirit of the Prince stepped aside. "Alexander Wolfe is inside, he is there to stop you from wielding Nightmare. Be careful."
The Dark Angel smiled with rare sincerity and began to offer his claw in a handshake, but momentarily thought better of it and placed it before himself in a bow, "I thank you, O Guardians of the Sanctum of Wisdom. You shall not be disappointed, for I am bound by my word. As for Wolfe... He shall step aside, or he shall be moved." Exor folded his wings behind him and offered the Prince of the spirits a melancholy smile before entering the depths of the labyrinth, seals and stones vanishing to guide his way.
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Post by Archangel on Nov 1, 2005 22:07:48 GMT -6
Aimaina stepped out of the nurse's station and looked left and right, wondering now what to do. He had been under some intense questioning by the Captain of the Swiss Guard, who had come immediately and drilled him with many inquiries about what had happened, who he was, and what he was doing with Cardinal Xiang. It had taken quite a lot of maneuvering, and more than one or two lies, to get himself into a place where he could tell them what they needed to know and not a bit more. But soon, Cardinal Xiang had awakened, and they had talked to him, and he had sent the Swiss Guard away without any more questions. Being a Cardinal did have its uses in the Holy City.
Xiang was still hurt, being an old man and frail of body. He was staying with the nurses for now, until they could transfer him to the best Roman hospital, where they would carefully look over him and make sure there were no internal injuries. Only the best for a Cardinal. But before he had sent Aimaina off, he had given him certain instructions. Telling the priest where to go and what to say, he had promptly fallen back to sleep, and the nurses refused to wake him. And so...Aimaina was on his own. He stood in the hallway, looking left and right, wondering how to get to where he needed to go without getting lost, and then took off in a direction, hoping for the best.
*An hour later*
It had been relatively easy to obtain the little scooter from the Vatican, once he had mentioned Cardinal Xiang's name and used his secret passcode, given just for these circumstances. Now, with the small amount of clothes and supplies, and the large amount of money allotted to him by the Vatican treasury, in a bag strapped to the back of the little Vespa, he sped out of the Holy City and into Rome itself. Xiang had given him a general idea of where to go, and what to do, but he needed some help first. And he knew no one in all of Rome, besides Xiang and Krystal, who seemed to have disappeared. Hoping that she would follow along sometime soon, he sped off into the city, a map firmly tucked under his arm, his priestly robes flapping behind him in the breeze. He had to find a place called Golgotha, which was obscured by the more common name of The Wooden Stake. There, he would find a man named Christopher Fairview. And Christopher would be the first step in finding the Priestess. Xiang had assured him of that. And so, worried that the little group sent to find the Priestess was now reduced to scattered people wandering the vast city of Rome, Aimaina made his way through the streets, trying to find The Wooden Stake.
(OOC: Yeah, I guess we're all kind of separated now. Should we just do our own thing, or do you think that me, Veddy, and Nishy should meet up again somewhere and search together? Because it seems Wolfe, Ex and Lore have their own agendas.)
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Post by Kaisar on Nov 3, 2005 16:50:21 GMT -6
Garth snorted as he looked over his shoulder, inspecting Aura with a glance before turning his back to her again. ”I think not, girly… go play with your sticks elsewhere this is no place for you…” Aura glared darkly at the back of the man deciding how best to get his attention. She smiled coldly then as an idea formed. “too bad… I guess I’ll have to force it out of you….” ”Girl I wouldn’t ev-“ Aura kicked the stool out from under the man Garth sending him plummeting to the floor but he didn’t hit it where he fell. With a quick movement Aura swung her staff around and caught him in the gut sending the man backwards and into a table. He hit the ground then with a grunt. Aura sighed as she heard the sound of three guards rushing in. She turned to look at them aiming a closed fist their way. A blast of holy energy was fired their way blowing out the side door and preventing any more guards from coming in. She turned back to Garth and found him standing. “care to tell me what you know?” ”why should I you fucking bitch?” She smiled coldly twirling her staff in her right hand casually. “Because it could mean the difference between life and death….” She charged at him then feinting a blow with her staff but then changing the blow as she twisted her leg flying in a round house kick to the head. The man was sent flying backwards again and hit the wall.
Again Garth got up spitting the blood from his mouth and looked up. Aura was making her way towards him. The man sneered and ran at her in a pitiful attempt to attack. She merely sidestepped bringing her knee up as his blow went past her head connecting him in the gut. She sneered and brought her elbow down onto the back of his skull smashing the man face first into the floor.
Kneeling down she picked him up by the hair and dragged him to the wall. Throwing the man mercilessly against the wall her staff went up against his throat pinning the man against the wall a little too high for anything but the tips of his toes to touch the floor.
“Tell me what you know you dumb fuck and I’ll let you live,” she hissed pressing harder so he breathed in wheezing breaths. ”Alright… the priestess is being held below a city somewhere… don’t ask me where they refuse to tell me…. I don’t know who they are either because the information comes from contacts of mine and their contacts, contacts…” Aura frowned and let the man slide down he gasped wiping the blood form his face. ”She’s in a city in one of the major count-“ the man couldn’t finnish what was said. Instead all he could reply with was a gurgle. Aura glared at him he end of her staff sticking trough his open mouth. She smiled coldly and then pulled her staff out, the retracted blade now extended and covered in blood. “Now if you had of just told me that to begin with you wouldn’t have died… ass” Aura looked about the empty bar and snorted wiping the blood off the blade on the dead mans shirt. “I hate humanity…” she muttered under her breath and headed for the door. She had direction that’s was all that mattered.
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