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Decky

Name

Mordechai Oren Boaz

Nicknames

Decky, Mo-Bo, MOB, Boaz

Age

20

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bisexual

Relationship Status

Single

TW: CHILD ABUSE, CHARACTER DEATH, DRUG USE, FAMILY LOSS
Appearance Details

• Hair: Black | Straight with a hint of waves when cut short | Decky has a habit of combing his hair with a wet comb in the morning- if he even bothers with that- and then running his hands through his hair for the rest of the day, leaving him with a sort of slicked-back-tousled look more often than not.
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 5'10
• Body Type: Years of abuse and malnourishment left Decky a little on the skinnier side, while his activities lent to lean muscle forming. This left him with what looks more like a runner's build, letting him easily hide his shape under bulkier clothes and layers.
• Clothing Style: WIP
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:He's got too many scars to count, most from shattered beer bottles and belts. The notable ones would be the one just above his left hip, where an asshole 15 year old had shivved him in Juvie when he found out he was a Trip-S. There was a ragged burn scar across his collar bone, and while it has distorted a bit as he grew, the word burned into him over time by several of his parents' cigarettes still clearly read BURDEN. His thigh has an angry red scar from where the Human Arsenal that was Charlie Decker had plunged a knife straight into it after pistol-whipping Decky into a daze.
  Tattoo wise, Decky has two stick-n-poke names over his heart; Danny and Lanie. His left shoulder bares the Trip-S tattoo that he got as a young teen. On his left forearm is the newest, showing a detailed gravestone covered in colorful rocks, the years 2005-2020 the only marking on the stone. He has no piercings, as they made no sense to him with as many fights as he got into.

Personality Traits

Decky during school acted about as much the delinquent as his peers and most adults expected him to. He had a rage built from the moment he could feel the emotion, and used any indignity he saw as a reason to outlet a bit of that fire that burned him from the inside out. You were one of the very lucky few if you could genuinely say you know Decky Boaz, but given that it's him you'd know about, you can't be too lucky.
It's completely different when he was around Danny, and often times Lanie as well. He may not be great at expressing his emotions but when it comes to those he cares about, he can be incredibly passionate. However, just like with his anger, he doesn't exactly think everything through and very well may have gone overboard and bordered on smothering. If it got pointed out to him, he would go a bit distant until he could sort out how he felt about that on his own.

Biography

Born and raised in Southie, Decky had a bleak beginning to life; born in the middle of a drug den a whole month early when his parents had been picking up an ounce, his parents just wrapped him up in some newspaper from the ground and took him home when they were good and ready. Surviving on pure miracle and lifeforce alone, he made it to three years old where he was greeted with a new role in life: Big Brother.
Daniel Aaron Boaz was born in much better conditions than Decky, given that at the time his mother had been on parole and her PO was keeping track of the baby's health just as much as hers. Until, of course, he was born and no longer literally attached to her main problem. After that it was once again up to the young ones of the house to fend for themselves, though even at his young age Decky knew that he would keep his parents' hands on him-and away from Danny- as much as possible. These evil people didn't deserve that ball of light. Danny was his and he would protect him.
While this kept Danny relatively safe, it did nothing to keep Decky himself safe. The night his parents chainsmoked and burned "Burden" across his collar bone, he went out to his street corner, 12 years old, and got jumped into the South Side Serpents. He began dealing on that corner the next day. It was also around this time he met Phil at his Junkyard and Garage and began doing mechanics. About a month into his eighth grade year a war broke out between the Trip-S gang and the newbies in town, and less than a week later it reached his neighborhood and his crew. Surviving the fight, managing to stab one of the other crew, and the two year sentence with chance of early Parole did nothing to quell how worried he was about Danny being alone at home for so long. Decky kept his head down as much as possible by sticking with his crew and doing the stupid schoolwork, because Juvie wouldn't even let you escape school while you were there. At his hearing a year and a half later, Decky was released back into the world with part of his parole stipulating that he attend Edenridge High across the tracks. Swell.
Meeting Lanie and getting clean of anything but weed and the occasional party drug, moving out of his parents and taking Danny with him, rediscovering his love for Mechanics and hanging out at Phil's garage, and all the other shit in the intervening two and a half years don't seem too important compared to the biggest thing: The Shooting. They were there for their allotted free breakfast, but Decky had just left Danny to go check on the Autoshop project. He'd told Danny he'd be quick, as his Freshman brother was getting swamped in homework and despite Mordechai not actually knowing what the AP kids studied, he was adamant about helping Danny as much as possible. He was halfway there when he heard the first shot, and it gave him only a seconds pause before he broke out into a run towards the sound. Towards the cafeteria. He slid through the doors and before he could do anything something hard cracked against his temple and sent his head flying to the side, and without giving him a second to catch his breath, Charlie Decker brought the handgun once more across Mordechai's head. He had to have blacked out as he tried to stand, because when his vision cleared again he was staring at a knife embedded to the hilt in thigh. His brother's choked sob made it through his foggy awareness and, as though he was seeing snapshots instead the full thing, Danny was running towards him; the gun went off so close to his ear he lost the ability to hear; Danny stilled; Danny dropped; Decker laughed and fled the area, leaving the brothers to reach out to each other while the living cafeteria members stared on. He remembers blacking out just as their bloody fingers touched.
Waking up and being told Danny hadn't survived was like dying himself, or wishing he had. He had a concussion and a rather blatant limp from the stab wound, but was overall discharged rather quickly, given his emancipation and ability to sign himself out. Everyone in the hospital was talking about what happened, and he even saw several of his schoolmates in the rooms he passed as he left. He moved like an absolute zombie, lost in a world without Danny as his light. He waited for no condolences, attended no funerals, he just went straight to Phil's and grabbed the motorcycle he had been building for himself for years. He took off with Phil as the only link to him.

Family

Alana and Benjamin Boaz- Parents
Danny Boaz-Baby Brother (Deceased)

Relationships

Phil Bristol-Mentor/Mechanic/Owner of Phil's Junkyard and Garage

Lanie Lancaster-Ex-Girlfriend

Nolan Santora-Friend

Misc.

Face Claim: Felix Mallard| Color Code: DC143C
Decky worked at Phil's Junkyard and Garage since he was 12 and Phil found him scrounging through scrap piles.
Theme

Aces Managerie

Time to start getting all my characters and relationship flashbacks in one place

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

Lmao my bad I was checking out the old posts and didnt backtrack

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Akseli and Aharon exchanged wary glances over the top of the Seraphim's newest book before both pairs of eyes turned back to the large broken window. With Darnies' wards in tact and him away, it seemed the older man just outside the window did not notice them watching as he took snapshots of their bar. Luckily, once the man left the alley he wouldn't be able to find his way back for a while; it gave them time to shore up for whatever the fuck that unnerving moment was sure to lead to.

As the door opened their attention turn to the cat that had dragged trouble in. The man was disturbingly attractive, and definitely too dressed up to be in Saints and Sinners as a regular. Akseli slid his hand into his ratty vest pocket, forgoing the silver knuckles in there for the thinner iron ones. Pretty boys like that usually came from one breed around here.

"What the fuck did you just bring so close to us, Fae?" Akseli hissed, a mild rage building in his eyes.
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Detective Autry Thompson has had better days. Hell, he's had better months. Certainly, even yesterday was better because at least he had one less body to deal with and apparently someone was pissing off their serial killer. The victim looked to have been drained of their blood via two tubes to the neck, which were left embedded even after the killer tossed out the body. Stabbed into the women's chest and holding to it a note was a large silver spike. The note itself read 'Someone else is hunting my prey in jagged, angry letters.

Detective Thompson had had better years.
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Chasa rolled her eyes at the old man, allowing an excited grin to bleed out for a moment when Simon's baton met the man's chest. She was not ashamed that she had a violent side, though she had it rather contained by her overall caring nature. This small bit of bloodlust only ever came out around those who dared to try and hurt her charge, her creator. She figured with all her restraint she was due her fair amount of twisted pleasures.

She raised an eyebrow at the Vanja's sudden yielding, practically seeing the power of his name wash over and get absorbed by the Fae before her. It was very much like when Darnies had first willingly given her his full name. He only gave the name to Simon, of course, but she was well enough in her magic to tell exactly when the bond, or whatever Fae call it, settled between the two.

"All that strong talk and deluded belief that you knew us at a glance and you give over so quickly," she mused, her smile all teeth and hunger. "And to hear you have given your name before, well, today has sure become interesting."
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Outside the waterfall, down by the pond, Darnies waved a lazy goodbye to Neirie, who had cocked her head as if feeling something and declared she had to leave for a bit. By the pout on her face, she was no happier to be leaving than he was to see her go.

Seconds after her disappearance, warmth hummed along his arms as someone stepped through the wards of Saints and Sinners, someone of Fae descent entering the bar. No ill will nor good will from this one, they seemed rather ambivilant about the bar. It was enough to get his body moving, wanting to shake off the tingling magic. He put out his blunt and pushed to his feet.

"I'm gonna check in the torture-interrogation-whatever, feel free to come with," he said to Bonnie. "Vie, as always, it was a lovely smoke session." The Nymph smiled and laid back, stretching out on the grass with her feet in the water.

"Likewise, Little Earth."

He passed under the waterfall just in time to here Vanja's true name and Chasa's comment to him, and he pushed over to her with a grin, seeing the fire in her eyes. "Ooh, I know that predatory gleam," he spoke up, grinning up at her. "What, did he try to mess with your head? Did ya tell him what happened to the head of the last Hunter that did that?" The same grin has slipped onto his face, animalistic in the amount of teeth showing, sharper than a knife and more mocking than a funhouse mirror. "I wonder if that guy's buddies ever found it or if they just burned the torso down."

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Chasa listened to Simon with sort of detached interest, mulling over his words and solidifying her and Darnies's thought of him being a Fae of the Hunt. She kept her arms crossed at her chest and leaned against the mossy cavern wall as the Fae finally began his actions. The snap was louder than expected, but she tilted her head at the Hunter's minute response. Then, his attention found it's way to her. His words were cold and barbed, they aimed for the weakest of points and attempted to sink their hooks into you, pull you out and leave you unraveled before him. The only problem was she was the last one they would work on.

When he finished, she laughed. It was oddly blank, just as her face had become. She leaned into the element she was made of and took comfort in the lack of emotion.

"Dear Hunter," She began, staring directly into his eyes over Simon's shoulder as she knelt down, her stance still wide and perfectly balanced. "You seem to be under the assumption that some Creatures don't exist purely to serve." It was said with the tone of a teacher that had to give a student a hard lesson about life. "A shield benefits from its owner; in return for getting dented and dirty in way of protecting, the shield is then hammered back into shape and polished. It does not weather in nature, as the owner keeps it by his side in shelter. It keeps place at one's side in court and in battle, and it serves its purpose until it no longer can," She tilted her head and shrugs. "at which point it is melted back down and reforged, or it finds its final resting place in the ground with its master. Regardless, a much better life than a hunk of ore that didn't know purpose or life, weathered to sediment and swept away by the current, don't you think?"

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"Wow," Darnies said, looking at Bo with sad eyes. "You don't even know that normal weed can't get you high anymore, that's sad." He nodded to Vie and she disappeared into the Garden, heading for a small shed-like building on the other side of the pond. He looked at his red raw arms and realized he had begun bleeding again and groaned dramatically. He snatched up a branch of flowers from a shrub whose petals began reddish purple at the base but bled yellow as it reached the tips. He slipped his arms directly into the shallow pond, pressing the flowers against the cuts under the water. He couldn't heal himself, that was always a gift meant for use on others, but that didn't mean he didn't know medicinal properties both scientific and magical. It may be said that Witch Hazel was named with the middle english word wych, but that's just because the Mundane world needed to rationalize everything, it came from his people and the Supernatural world knew it.

The blood stopped flowing and the redness died down, making him look more like a sunburn victim that got a ton of paper cuts than someone that stood in the middle of a glass and fire tornado. He counted it as a plus. He let the branch drop to the bottom of the pond and pulled his arms out must as Vie returned with a tray, two blunts rolled with a dark red filling, and two that were almost unnaturally green inside. She handed the red-filled ones to the vampires and set the tray to her left as she sat down next to Darnies and they each picked up one of the green ones.

"You didn't have to roll them for us, Vie." Darnies said, though his smile was grateful.

"I looked out the window and you were shoulder deep in pond water, Little Earth, it only made sense." She assured, smiling back.

"Thanks," He replied as he lit up. "Anyway, Baby Bite, I use a mix of blood and potion instead of water every other watering period, and then Vie continues to imbue it with leftover bottles of my magic when I can't be here." He blows out a cloud of smoke and turns his head to Neirie.

"Hey, not tryina push you or anything, but..." He laid back in the soft moss. "my wards...they, well let's just say they alerted me in a way they don't often do. Is there like," He waved a hand vaguely. "a specific task you came to Gravette for or something?"

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Darnies was very curious just how old the younger vampire had been when she was bit, and how long it has been since. He knew she felt fresh against the wards back at the bar but that could mean any number of years depending on what strain of vamp she was. Watching her bounce around as she took in the Garden made his heart hurt, just a bit. He wondered how she managed such a youthful exuberance, and if maybe he would have looked that excited about things if he still had his Coven with him. When she asked about staying behind, he had to restrain a smile.

Turning to Vie, he whispered to her, "Make sure you give her some of the O negative strain, it'll chill her out a bit," before turning back to her. "You can stay in the Garden, I'll have Chasa come stay with you once she drops the Hunter behind the Fall. Something tells me you'd love to sample some of our product and Vie knows how everything effects each creature, so she'll chill with ya too." Chasa looked ready to object to leaving his side, but he quickly turned to Simon as the Fae spoke up. The thought of this being a learning experience put an odd taste in his mouth, but he couldn't argue with the Fae; obviously the younger vampire never had a bad enough encounter to make her wary, this might help her realize the severity. "Come in after you've spent some time out here. It tends to be something you have to gather yourself together for so you wont go into a Frenzy, yeah?" The last thing he needed was a rabid baby vampire tearing through his safe haven.

He quickly ushered Simon behind the fountain and watched as Chasa set the Hunter down. He then went all the way to the back of the cavern where the light didn't reach, and took a deep, shaky breath as he went to open the chest there. He fumbled with the lock, breath catching in his throat.

"DarnDarn..." Chasa called softly from the front.

"I'm ok," he replied, closing his eyes and willing his hands to still. He pressed his magic into the padlock and sighed as it popped open. Darnies should have brought tools with him. Hell, he should have asked Akseli if he had any spare brass knuckles, that would have been a start. But there was something...poetic, almost, about them using the tools and chains he was pulling out. Chasa was stiff as a board next to Simon as she listened to the manacles clink and crash together. He knew she didn't like these items any more than he did, what with his residual emotions regarding them no doubt seeping into her during her creation.

He came back into the light with the manacles and a rolled up leather case, stained with long-dried blood.

His, of course. And the blood of every other Witch the Brant family had ever tortured and killed. He held the case out to Simon and quickly dropped it into the Fae's hands.

"Don't worry, all the tools you're getting are iridium, they won't burn you." The just keep them the fuck away from me went unsaid, but he's sure the Fae got the message. He held the chains up next, but his hands couldn't seem to let go of them, despite the redness it caused his hands and the smoke rising from the point of contact. Chasa took that moment to come over, gently placing her hands over his and making him jump. He must have been zoning out, because his skin was redder, and the hot needle feeling had made it all the way up his arm. He had gotten lost staring at the filed and scratched surface of the manacles where all of the binding runes had sat, before he couldn't take it one day early on in their stay at the garden. He had spent the whole day filing off the evil things so there was no trace of what they could even have been.

"DarnDarn, let me," Chasa spoke up, taking the damned things from his rigid grip and chaining the Hunter up with an efficiency that told the others she had done this before. Of course, she and Darnies hadn't tortured or imprisoned Hunters down here before, but that doesn't mean they never have. She finished the last bolt and got up, turning to the two men. "Darn-"

"I changed my mind, you stay here with Simon and I'll go entertain Baby Vamp, I need to...chill." and he was gone, leaving Fae and Golem to stare at each other.

"Sorry," Chasa spoke up, tilting her head at the tools in the Fae's hands. "Lots of bad memories." That was all the explanation she'd give him, as any Creature older than a few years would be fairly aware of just what that entailed, especially if Simon had figured out just what Darnies was.

"Sooooooo," she clapped her hands together, the sound booming even over the sound of the water behind them. "Torture time? Darnies will come back inside to heal him up if you think you went too far."

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"Hey Baby Vamp, Neirie, change of plans! Do you smoke? I need a very big blunt and I haven't had a chance to sell my newest Blood Strain, so y'all would make great taste testers!" He was totally cheery. No racing heart or fuzzy head as the memories ate at him whole, definitely not.

The look Vie gave him said he couldn't even lie to himself.

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They led everyone to the edge of town and then into the woods surrounding it, not a hard task given how small Gravette was. Another few minute walk through the woods and Darnies and Chasa stopped suddenly, and the Witch pulled his hand from his pocket to rest them against an old, random tree with a soft hum. The bottom of the trunk began to shimmer before disappearing completely, leaving a large, dark hole that filled half the trunk bottom and its roots.

"I'll go in first," Darnies said, sitting down at the edge and holding the top of the entrance with the hand not holding his cane, like he was at a waterpark going down a slide. "Chasa will follow up the rear once y'all are through." And with that, he used the leverage he had to push himself down, disappearing down the tunnel with the sound of rustling leaves.

When he appeared at the bottom, coming to soft stop, he wiped off his clothes and stood off to the side, waiting for the others.

The cavern was beautiful. It was well lit by luminescent crystals and covered in green. Flowers and other plants seemed randomly interspersed, but Darnies knew they were always put near another plant that wouldn't interact with their magical properties. Moss hung from the ceiling and a small waterfall could be seen to the right of the entrance, leading into a shallow pond. Overall, it was beautiful.

"Hello, Little Earth," A voice announced behind him, and he tilted his head a bit to see the owner. A woman with faded green skin and rich brown hair, twisting gray horns standing atop. Vines made up her clothes and even came seemingly straight from her body, wrapping around it. Her tree-trunk brown eyes shone with life.

"Vie! Good to see you, how's everything going." He replied, a large grin spreading on his face.

"Very well, I've harvested several plants already, and have not had to deal with any invasive species. Many other plants are close to harvest."

"That's great!" He replied as the others finally appeared at the bottom. Just before Chasa, Josip was sent down, and his limp body rolled a few times before coming to a stop. Chasa then appeared at the entrance, crouched down to see what had happened.

"Should I not have tossed him down?" She asked, head tilted like a confused puppy. "It's a pretty simple trip down..."

Darnies laughed, looking at the Hunter with glee. "Nah Chasa, you were perfect, it's exactly what he needed." He replied. Then, he turned to Vie and led her forward to meet the others. "Everyone, this is Violet, Violet this is...ah..."

"Simon, Neirie, and..." Chasa frowned. "I don't think we got your name yet," She said to Bonnie. "We've been a bit busy." she explained for Vie's sake.

"Pleasure to meet you all." Vie said honestly. "Are you here to buy-"

"Nope! No, Vie," Darnies interrupted before cocking his head. "Or, well, maybe later. Right now we're here to interrogate a Hunter in peace."

Her features darkened a bit in understanding. "The cavern behind the waterfall is open and it keeps him from seeing the whole Garden." She supplied with a glare towards the Hunter.

Darnies could understand, of course, as the way he had met the Forest Nymph was less than pleasant. He and Chasa had been hiding in a small patch of forest for the night to get to sleep when smoke had woken their senses. Violet had crashed through the trees, half burned and screaming in terror. A Hunter broke through the small clearing just a second after her, homemade flamethrower poised to fire again.

"Chasa, take care of him please." Darnies had said, carefully grabbing the wounded creature while pulling a salve out of his threadbare bag. As he applied the salve, Chasa towered over the Hunter, raising a judgmental eyebrow as he tried to use the weapon on her. He would, of course, need more than that to effect her clay-birthed form.

That was the last Hunter they had killed before coming to Gravette. Vie had actually been the one to sense this place, and they spent a few months making into a thriving environment. When they decided to move into Gravette, Vie chose to stay behind and make it her new Domain, taking care of everything when Darnies couldn't.

Darnies looked to the other Beings, the first ones to ever see their Garden.

"Alright, through the waterfall then." He announced as Chasa picked Josip back up.

Writing Club (Comedy School-based RP)

Location: Woodworking Club Room

Interactions: @Rithas @LowerDefinition

Micha spent his time on the way to the other club wincing and rubbing at his ears. All these clubs were extremely loud, or rather...lively, much unlike theirs. He hasn't been around so much noise in years, and it was starting to get to him. All the chaotic energy of the school was making him extra testy, only for it to be increased upon their meeting the Club President, especially after he had apparently stopped the club to meditate.

Then he had to talk shit about Micha's energy, and honestly if his day wasn't going the way it was, Micha wouldn't have cared, but it wasn't exactly going well, or even any semblance of positive.

"Look man, I'm sorry not everyone has time to meditate their problems away or whatever, but if you're gonna be rude to guests then I'll make the fucking door myself." He was scowling, brows pulled close together and arms crossed in front of his chest. He had stepped in front of Siera and Haruka, protective instincts not caring that he didn't really even know him.

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The crossbow was new, Chasa thought as the older vampire brought it out. Her real attention still remained on Josip and DarnDarn. Luckily, the Hunter was doing the opposite of aggravating her charge now. Darnies's blade slowly lowered the longer the Hunter rambled on, ad she could see his shoulder begin to hunch with boredom, his head ticked to the side in confusion. It was hilarious that the Hunter believed Darnies to be drawing his attention for self centered reasons, because quite the opposite was true; there were families in this bar, little werepups and ankle biters that really did bite your ankles. There was a pregnant Succubus in the back corner with her Human wife, arms tight around each other. Darnies has in fact always taken it upon himself to protect this bar and the patrons within, and hearing Josip wax poetic with vile words set off his protective instincts so intensely that his Old Magic bled out. They'd have to look into that later.

"This dude is like...crazy crazy, huh?" Darnies spoke up as the man fainted. "Last time i heard a monologue like that, Aharon had seen me get thrown through my first window."

"I still do not like that it's a recurring theme with you young one," Aharon spoke up from beside him, having come over at the sound of his name. He knelt down and scanned a hand over the man's body while Simon contained his own emotional blow up at Bonnie. "The Human is fine, I don't even need to heal him. I could heal you though." He made the offer knowing the young Witch wouldn't accept, he never does.

"Thanks man, but I'm not a fan of the way Angel Grace feels, no offense."

"None taken," The Seraphim answered. "You're Earthen energy reacts to my own Celestial, it is nothing to feel offended over." He went back to his stool at the bar, picking up his book and giving Akseli an exasperated glare when his Charge offered him a shot glass. With a grin Akseli then pulled out the frsh steeped tea he had hidden behind his back and gave that to the Angel, who took it gratefully.

Simon's attention had returned to the Hunter, throwing out ways to deal with him with an almost cold joy. Well, he was a Fae, and obviously by the smoking and bar-inhabiting, he wasn't one from the forests. He was probably Wild or nomadic.

"Actually," Chasa cut in, bending down and throwing the body over her shoulder like it was nothing. "We have a good place for that."

"Yeah, and I'd love to leave the torture-interrogation to you, that shit makes me queasy." Of course, the reason for that is because he himself had been chained up and tortured and now he has panic attacks whenever he's too close to the subject of it, but he wasn't about to tell strangers that. "Baby Vamp, Ms. Mysterious, you're also welcome to join us, as we all seem to have some questions. Shall we?" and him and Chasa began walking out the door and down the alleyway, Darnies twirling his fingers a bit and making Josip invisible to any but their group, who had already perceived him.

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