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9 yrs ago
So tired, sleep why do you spurn me?!
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Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.

Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day!

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In Of Blood and Magic → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


The employee, a girl a little older than Max, gapped for a few moments at the people in the store before registering what Max asked for. She nodded mutely, still clearly star struck at the fact a movie star―and Eris Samael at that!―graced her shift. Suddenly picking up that extra shift for her coworker didn’t seem so awful.

“Right bracelets, of course.”She stumbled over her words as she brought him to the focus section, mostly a collection of wands, stones, and the odd staff. A smaller portion was locked inside a glass case on the wall, a few broaches, amulets, and bracelets hanging inside. The bracelets seemed mostly like charm bracelets, thin and weak looking but pretty nonetheless, but three were made of thicker metal, one a dull grey and the other two gold. The girl fiddled with the keys as she pointed them out, clearly wanting to say something.

“Eris Samael is your partner?” She gushed excitedly. “That must be amazing! You’re practically set for life! And he’s gorgeous! You must be the luckiest person in the school! Tell me all about him! Is he as amazing as all the magazines say? They say people line up for him to feed from. Is it mind blowing? Tell me everything!”

“You are the absolute worst.” Varis commented amusedly as he watched Eris feed his poor mage to the wolves. The boy deserved it anyways. It was amusing once in a while but Varis grew bored of such theatrics quickly. “Is there any other business that requires your immediate attention?”

Meanwhile…

Running back to campus was uneventful but a bus load of students heading into town gave the vampire a few odd looks. The bus stop approached quickly however and Evalyn was waiting impatiently by it, Hannah from the night before reading a book. Relief washed over Evalyn’s face as she caught sight of Jory and Hannah looked up with a chuckle.

“Oh thank the Queen.” Evalyn sighed, quickly typing into her phone and stashing it away.. “Come on. We’ve got the keys to one of these human abuser’s dorms. We’re gonna go fuck up their shit. Ready to set some creepy crap on fire?” Evalyin grinned as she lead the three of them back towards the dorm.





The silence stretched for longer than just a while before a slow, steady click click click broke it as the vampire took his time approaching Salem, evaluating Salem, and ultimately finding him lacking. He stopped next to Salem, turning sharply, and clicking his tongue in disappointment. Salem would feel a tug on his shirt and then he was stumbling, slamming against the door as Count Julian threw the mage back by his shirt. The Count’s impassive face didn’t change as he returned to his spot.

“If you are summoned, you may assume an introduction is unnecessary. Mages should be seen, not heard until addressed at which time they should speak succinctly. Anything else is both disrespectful and rude.” He folded his hands neatly behind him as he stared Salem down. “You will address me as Count Noila for the time being. We will work on additional terms of address later. Your success, and your release from this class, are entirely dependant on my evaluation on your mastery of these skills. Failure to perform appropriately will result in disciplinary action. I expect you to present your hands any time you fail. Light injuries and pain will not be permitted treatment form a Life Mage or any medicinal concoctions unless otherwise permitted by me.” He picked up the ruler from the desk, speaking to the room rather than Salem directly as he did so.

”When entering a room with a vampire, you will always knock three times on the knuckle and announce your presence. You do not open the door until you receive permission to do so. If you are expected and do not receive a response, you wait ten seconds before repeating. If you are not, you will not enter the room unless you have permission previously.” The Count strode to the center of the room. Once you have permission to enter, you take three steps into the room and you give a bow from the waist at 45 degrees to whoever summoned you. This will change as we introduce additional vampires to the room but we will build the foundation before we attempt anything too complex. Now try.”





As Lilie approached, Sariel and William both looked up at the mage. William turned his attention away to other students wandering near the Princess but Sariel sent her a wink and a smile before she too turned her attention away. The pair were dressed in formal clothes, both in Noila color suits with little embellishment. Sariel’s staff leaned lazily on her shoulder, just a hint of a slouch breaking her otherwise formal appearance, and a far away look dominated her eyes. William was stoic and his eyes never seemed to stop, darting from one place to another and back again. His hand rested on a blade at his hip, a plain but sturdy weapon that he kept for simple escorts like this. As Lilie got closer, she could feel the air shifting slightly against the normal breeze.

“Good morning, Lilie. I hope your first night has found you well.”The Princess responded softly with a pleasant smile, chuckling at the water mage’s shock. “My apologies, perhaps I was too forward. I often forget most don’t expect me to remember my students’ names. Would Ms. Dionne make you more comfortable?”
In Final Fantasy XIV RP → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Awwwwwwwww yeah. So ready for this!
In The Gifted - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
James Kingston



Location: The Mutant Underground
Skills: N/A



James laughed at the movie reference. True, maybe Colossus was but this only ended if the bell rang so he could be a nuclear bomb for all that mattered. James was going to try and manipulate every advantage they had, not that it was much. The man had more experience, more determination, and frankly the muscle, or metal in this case, to tell them to fuck off. Though as Ms. Sparky Sparky Boom woman over here sprayed sparks everywhere, James got an interesting idea.

“Alright, slight change of plans. Leighton and uh, Sparky―I’m so sorry I don’t know your name but we can do introductions later?―you two go around opposite sides. Feedback will follow one of you. Feedback if you can throw the Top 40 at him, see if you can blast the most physically painful, harsh sound you can imagine right at him. See if we can keep him a bit distracted. After that, this guy and I―again, I am an awful person for not knowing your names―are going to charge down the middle to keep his attention and see if we can duck around him.” James whispered to the group, feeling awful that he was just coming up with names but right now, he was focused on winning this. Names would come later and probably more apologies. “While we’re going in, Leigton and Sparky should keep an eye on what he’s doing. If he tries to move or grab someone, light him up with lightning and ice. I’d say aim for the face but I don’t know if his eyes are invulnerable right now? Maybe the neck so he has to protect himself. Worse comes to worst, I’ll patch him back up but working together is the only way we’re making it to that bell.



Requiem



Location: The Hellfire Club
Skills: N/A



“Then sit down before you work yourself up any further.” Requiem suggested as Jinx paced. The boy would just work himself up and then start throwing jinxes every direction. They didn’t need the pair of woman killing the boy before Requiem was through using him. He sipped at his wine more as he considered how they wanted to handle this any further. Anastasia immediately proved herself less than helpful, intent on relying on a skewed source rather than discover her own. However, Jinx made a good point about the death . A coroner’s report would be available somewhere and Requiem already had plans on making a stop at the precinct’s office. Two birds with one stone.

“I fear the wide variety of tools at our suspect’s disposal may have made the death an inconsequential factor but covering every base is an excellent start. Good idea Jinx.” While correcting any behavior, a periodic piece of praise can go a long way. Requiem didn’t think it would turn up anything however. Given the people involved, the man could have simply been told to drown himself or drink a gallon of bleach and no one would be the wiser. The possibilities were endless really; creativity and cruelty often went hand in hand in this world after all. And that the suspects were in a position to alter the information they were looking for made everything just a touch more difficult. “I always find the word traitor amusing. It is entirely subjective. More often that not, a situation demands the traitor make a choice, adhere to the constraints of its organization or stay true to the ideals of the movement that the organization has ultimately abandoned in search for material power. So no matter the choice, the person is a traitor.”
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
James Kingston



Location: The Palace
Skills: None



James stayed silent most of the way to the palace, not particularly looking forward to the executions. While the previous members of his unit believed he enjoyed murder for the sake of murder, it was quite the opposite. Senseless murder exhausted him. The only pleasure he got from the loss of life was that of a job well done, of all the pieces falling into place with each life ended. The fall back plan with the Banner project served to further alienate him from his support, including his son, and ease the way for the next attempt. These executions? Nothing but death after death after death with nothing to show for them. Their lives brought him no satisfaction or dissatisfaction in life, why should their deaths be any different.

“It may well be.” James acknowledged Sapphire’s comment. “I believe the likelihood of their success far outweighs our ability to combat them but also long as we get a trace on them, it will be worth it. We should take the chance to slip a shapeshifter into their midst in the confusion.” James mused, side eyeing Mystique. As usual, she dropped an information bomb at the last moment, making a grand exit behind Sapphire as James rolled his eyes. Nevertheless, he was intrigued. The woman who attacked a bound man struggling to figure out what the fuck was going on did not match up with someone aimlessly wandering the streets. He nodded his goodbye to Agent Watts and made his way down into the cells to find the woman.

“How interesting. Out wandering the streets with no protection? What were you thinking?” James asked when he arrived, sincere confusion evident in his expression. First impression did not suggest aimless wanderer on their brief meeting.

”Trust me, fairly certain I’m going to get a lecture about it later knowing me, but you know, the world is screwed up and all which I didn’t know during our last encounter. So apologies for blasting you backwards,” Klara responded, looking over at him. “Not to mention someone essentially even knowing I didn’t know about the other real world basically insulted me in probably the worst way possible so I didn’t really want to stay anywhere near him at the moment…”

"I'd rip into you too if I was them. You're an idiot." James shook his head in disappointment. A slight against her? No insult, regardless of its severity, was enough to put everything she had worked for at risk like this. “But I’m not here to lecture you. I’m sure your comrades will do that plenty once they’ve secured you. Likely at great personal cost to them but I guess sacrifices must be made. Another thing for you to brood about.” James looked around for a chair, dragging one over and sitting in front of her cell. He watched her carefully for a moment, considering his options.

“The world is all screwed up? That’s nothing new. The King wants to launch research into Dr. Banner’s original experiments, we kill people for no reason other than to draw out resistances with no results, and yet we are now just figuring out the world is a mess? Unless you’re referring to my recent coworkers your organization stole and their inane idea that this is some wrong world we all have a full life of memories of.” James sat back, hands clasped together as he fiddled his thumbs. “So explain this all to me. Satisfy my curiosity and I’ll reduce the casualties your forces suffer during your rescue.”

”I was referring to the part about another reality that your co workers believed to be real, as now do I. I’ll admit, I didn’t believe them at first, one of the main reasons I wasn’t in the best mood at all, but then one of them restored my memories, and now I remember the other world perfectly. As for them coming after me, that would be assuming that they even know I’m here, I kind of took off without saying a word about where I was going. You also say no insult should result in me storming off? Well how about someone essentially telling me that I essentially am the worst and that I tarnish my father’s name, who in this reality has been dead for a while… However in the real world he is very much alive still.” Klara didn’t even really look at him at the moment, she was more of glancing over at a wall, just looking at it, her mind racing, and she clearly was thinking about things.

“Is your other self niave or just stupid? You commandeered several shield agents and our files have you listed as a known resistance agent. Do you really believe you aren’t bait? Even if they don’t know now, they’ll see you when they arrive. Or someone who looks like you at least.” James sighed. Someone insulted her father and so she stormed off. He rolled his eyes and sighed. “My condolences for your loss then. This other world, is it better than this one? Are things between the races better? Your newest additions seem intent on ignoring this world in favor of that one for some reason.”

”In the other world I’m not even from Midgard,” she responded to the first part of his question, and it was obvious from that wording that she was Asgardian in the other world. ”I think the other world is far better than this one… For one, my father is still alive, however it is more than just that. Like King Erik? He’s not actually the king of the world, he’s a terrorist and mutants are the minority, not the majority, and he constantly from what I’ve heard tries to take over the world at least every other week.”

“The Human Resistance is considered a terrorist group here. The King’s actions in an alternate reality sounds suspiciously like humans here.” James shrugged off the accusation. James didn’t know much about Asgardians other than a few notable figures and that they lived on another world but from his point of view, they seemed rather unstoppable. The other reality everyone seemed to place their faith in sounded like a mirror of this one, a reality where humans reigned rather than mutants. “Well, its no matter. This business of worlds and realities doesn’t seem to have anything to do with me. You’r resistance group however has someone I want. What if we strike a deal? You for Dr. Banner. You have several shield agents under your control so you could likely launch a rescue effort for him as well and I can quit this moronic organization once and for all.”

”Oh please, fairly certain they aren’t going to strike that deal at all, just saying. I mean, after all the trouble that they went through, I mean really… Most of the people there now don’t even actually know who I am, so why would they do a thing like that?” She asked with a slight laugh. It was intriguing to her that James thought that the group would do something like that, but she knew enough to know that the odds were they weren’t going to, especially since to most of the group she was a complete stranger, aside from those who already had been with the resistance and had their memories of the real world now.

“No but you have a connection to Banner and that’s the only link I need. Put pressure on your cousin who stresses out Lance who accidently puts pressure on the green monster.” James shrugged. “Banner’s big green friend is always the way to secure the good doctor. Like I said before, a pile of bodies often makes people think differently. But I agree with you, it won’t happen. As much as I’d like an easy retirement.” James tapped his foot repeatedly, considering his options. “I need more information about this and you’re my only link right now. I’ll make you a deal then. You have someone who can restore memories? I’ll help you and your little resistance here in exchange for you person restoring mine.”

”You’d help me, just because you want to know what’s going on? Please, you are definitely an interesting one aren’t you? Not to mention you were mean to my cousin last night from what I can tell. Besides, why in all of Midgard would you help me, and potentially destroy your own life in the process? Since you have to remember, if we are unable to right the wrong and fix reality, we are all stuck in this one.”

“If that’s what you think, then you haven’t been paying attention.” James already told her he’d kill just to stress Banner’s connections, he’d already pointed out his dissatisfaction with the regime’s methods, and pointed out he found little issues with this reality and she couldn’t put the pieces together. No wonder she ran like a child at the slightest hit to her pride. James would raze a city to ensure the job was done. James would usurp the monarchy if necessary to get his hands on Banner. He made plans, he worked plans, and he got the job done but when so many new variables enter the equation, he needed more information to move forward. Understanding the delusion these fools were under would help with that. “Help for memories. That’s the deal.” James repeated, a bored look creeping over his face.

”Problem is I can’t make that deal, since I’m not afraid to die you know. Not to mention how do I know I can trust you, and how do I know that you won’t just use that chance to essentially turn all of us in? So no, there is no deal, since yes, I too would prefer there not to be any bloodshed if necessary, however, I don’t think that’s going to be avoidable in any sort of situation.”

"Suit yourself." James said, standing. He put the chair back where he found it and turned to look at her again, smiling cordially. "Living is what you should be afraid of, Klara. Death is the easy way out. After all, you aren't going to die." He nodded and headed out, heading to find where he was supposed to be.
In - Fragmented - (dead; stay tuned for the next one!) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Obscene Symphony Isn't it such a pretty painting!

I adjusted his age because I can't do math but yes, he was born raised in New York. I mentioned it in the other section but I added the raised part for clarification!
In Testing well everything! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum
COLOR TEST!

In - Fragmented - (dead; stay tuned for the next one!) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Obscene Symphony Gimme those honest reviews please! I crave them!

In Talrae Reborn → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




The general din of the inn had settled a little as people’s adrenaline highs wore off and the alcohol and the warmth started settling in their bones. People chatted much more pleasantly, a pleased buzz running through the room, and Anu was chatting with Drash but turned around when he gave a nod and a wave at the newcomer’s entrance. The girl beamed and made her way over.

“Welcome to the Tipsy Troodon.” Anu said cheerfully. ”You lookin’ for a meal, a room, or both? We got a seat open at the counter if you’d like.”





The town was still quiet, most of its NPCs turned in for the night. A few guards patrolled the area, throwing wary looks at the new adventurers but otherwise leaving them alone so long as they weren’t too rowdy. The clouds had mostly disappeared by now and a full moon and a black sea of stars shone down on Reliquia. Here in the dark of the forests, the entire sky was flooded with speckles of light.

Approaching the bridge that spanned the mouth of the river as it deposited into the delta, Aura would see another girl standing on it and muttering irritably as her fingers danced in the air. She was likely messaging someone. A closer look would show her name Whispering Willow < Last Genesis >.





The man accepted both person’s money happily and rowed them across the delta. It was a short trip but what had originally been a small island rapidly grew into a large piece of land and the word hut was rather misleading. The circular building took up almost all of the land space, a few shamans outside staring at the sky. They made no move to greet the new arrivals as they would pass by past the animal skins that hung in the doorway.

Inside, a bonfire dominated the center and its smoke curled up through a hole in the domed ceiling. Various people lounged inside, some weaving baskets, some telling stories, and a few passing around a long pipe. A hummingbird zipped past the pair that entered and shimmered, shifting into Rania who looked at them curiously.
“Why have two bothrian made there way here?” The woman’s posture was calm and collected but her tone held an edge to it.





“You may need to consider refining that vision, my boy. Saying you wish to produce things of grandeur and actually creating something are two entirely different things.” Alfor proclaimed. “But of course I shall guide you on your path! But you’ll first need an idea, a base from which your inspiration to grow and shape, to expand outside your own mind and take on a life of its own!” 

Quest Complete: A Mechanist’s Life for Me!
Rewards: 
Mechanist Subclass
2500 EXP
2 Silver Coins

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[sub]Please be aware that accepting this subclass will stop you from accepting other subclass of your class[/sub]








With Cecelia’s proclamation, the group she gathered burst into the Arena behind her and the sound bounced around the vaulted ceiling. The Arena dominated the majority of the tower’s height, a large pit covered in a thin layer of sand dug a bit below sea level and tiers of seating rising almost as high as the ceiling. Hundred of cut gems glowed with near natural light, illuminating the space perfectly. There were few shadows available for those who’s magic relied on them.

The NPC had no issue agreeing to hold onto their coin, procuring a small pot from somewhere in the Arena for everyone to put their coin in. 1700 Renn clinked as she carried it around after she sealed it with a wooden top and several feet of rope. She called in a few other guards, all eager to see some of the new arrivals show off their skills, and no one complained when they were asked to take positions around the arena to make sure they could catch all the bouts.

“I think I’ve already claimed this dance first.” Gauis slid right up to Cecelia, a 3 barreled steel flintlock pistol in hand and a smirk on his face. “Let’s see if I’m as fast as lightning.” Off to the side, a woman in heavy robes and a staff leaned against the wall, waiting her turn.
In Of Blood and Magic → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



“Hm, perhaps you should.” Varis agreed with Eris’s suggestion, raising an eyebrow expectantly. “One of my vassel’s was prattling on about it a decade or two ago and now that you’ve reminded me, it would be an interesting experience. Probably wouldn’t have to wait more than an hour either.” Varis contemplated the idea seriously. The vampire probably hadn’t expected Varis to react, much less like this, but catching the actor by surprise was always amusing. The corner of his mouth twitched upward in brief amusement. And if the actor followed through... well, Varis wouldn’t waste the opportunity.

Alderman’s comments caught his attention quickly after that though, eyebrows shot up in surprise. His words, if genuine, wouldn't have caught his attention but the insolence in his tone grated on the Sinnenodel’s nerves. The Starag boy may be incompetent but at least he knew how to keep his tongue still. Varis eyed the waif critically. While normally he could just allow Eris to handle his own problems, blatantly disrespecting a vampire known to be in regular contact with himself would be paramount to approval.

“A ugly bark fitting an ugly mutt. Here I thought you merely had the good sense to keep your council but I was mistaken. Hold your tongue in the future otherwise you’ll find yourself without the choice to loose it. Whatever insolence you had the opportunity to develop should be quelled now.” Varis warned the mage before turning back to Eris. “You have some work cut out for you with this one. I recommend investing in a muzzle for the mage straight away. If he continues to act like this, we can have his magic artificially bound over his breaks. Deprive the boy of his reprieves until he behaves.”

“Let’s be about getting your mage his toy. The sooner we do that, the sooner we can rid ourselves of mages for a while.” Varis sighed. Frankly, he wanted to leave as soon as he dropped off the boy. It was the whole reason he gave him the night off despite his performance issues.Varis would be more than happy just to leave Alderman here to find his own if it meant leaving sooner but he understood leaving a dog without its master on the first day was never a good way to establish the relationship.

Meanwhile, Jory receives a very angry text message response.

“What do you mean, what do we need you for? Remember, we were supposed to talk at lunch but we couldn’t find you? And now you’ve disappeared into the wind again? You know, the whole you have to help us or the Hive digs through your head deal? Ring a bell?”




Plenty of students made their way around campus now that their last class was done for the evening. Mages and vampires roamed in groups in various degrees of haste, the newer students clearly a little overwhelmed by everything they’ve gone through today. Students separated for various extracurricular activities, some heading towards the arena and others heading back into the halls. As she often did, Ryner could be seen walking around campus and talking excitedly with various staff and students with Sariel and William trailing close behind her.

Salem’s next class was held in the Library’s Study Room 1, easily found on the side of the massive room. His name and another, Julian Noila, were written in neat script on the marker next to the door. Various sconces glowed along the walls covered in soft tapestries depicting various scenes from history and a fire crackled on the back wall. Plush carpet muffled the sound of footsteps and the various chairs from the room were lining the walls. On the far end of the room, a small round side table held a ruler and a metal rod. A stool sat in the middle of the room.

But perhaps most noticeably, the walls rose and rose without end and faded into the sky to reveal a million stars shining down softly. This would be the sky above the academy without lights, without civilization, as if the room hovered ten thousand feet in the air. It was one of the most popular ones, especially with astronomy students, and plenty of people just came in to star gaze for an hour.

Far less exciting, a vampire stood on the back wall. Hands clasped behind his back, his face neutral as he awaited his newest pupil, Julian Noila instructed every Noila and every Starag to grace the royal household in the past 300 years in manners and etiquette. The man towered over most, looking down with a haughty expression at those who didn’t reach his standards and incorrect behaviors were quickly met with a swift snap of a ruler or, if the individual was particularly stubborn, a metal rod. The man wore a simple three piece suit, hair pulled back tightly and just the hint of a scowl twisted his otherwise blank expression.
In The Gifted - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
James Kingston



Location: The Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station
Skills: Strategy



James nodded as he acknowledged Collusus’s instructions, eyeing the playing field. What could they do against an experienced opponent? He’d call this sparring so James would try to think of it like any other match and that meant changing the rules of the encounter. So what could they do? Ringing the bell was the objective. Changing that would require either shifting the man’s priorities or knocking him out, neither of which seemed the easiest way of handling that. No, they had the numbers which meant that was the easiest way to change the tide. James eyes narrowed as Leighton tried a trick. Well, that was an idea.

“We need to change the flow of this. We have the numbers so let’s use that to our advantage. If some of us dive bomb past him on her ice and the others take long edges of the room around, maybe our momentum will knock him to the ground and those who get past can help those who didn’t?” James suggested quietly to the group. This wasn’t meant for anyone to get significantly hurt if it really was just sparring so he imagined the instructor would take care not to just topple on top of people, giving them a spare moment to react.



Requiem



Location: The Hellfire Club
Skills: N/A



“Probably wise. Unfortunately, it is a vice I can’t seem to relinquish.” Requiem chuckled, refilling his own glass and sipping at it as he did. “And yourself, Ms. Frost would you care for a glass? A pleasant drink after a stressful day always puts me in a better mood.” He smiled politely, ignoring Jinx’s disrespect and the not so subtle jab from Anastasia. If this was how this little group would act, he was going to have a stress headache everyday when he woke up. He would rather not deal with two infants unable to put aside their differences and pride to work together but it seemed the fates were cruel these days. They had been for a long time.

“As I said the other day, we are more than pleased to work in tandem with you Ms. Frost. I wouldn’t dare to endanger such an arraignment by denying you access to our conversation. I was only catching Ms. Reinhardt up on what information we gleaned from yesterday’s tour of your facilities. And discovering that she doesn’t care to drink, a fact I’ll keep in mind so as not to offend her in the future.” He nodded politely at Anastasia before returning his attention to Emma. “We were just about to hear her thoughts on the matter. Since you were present for our findings yesterday, perhaps you’d care to share your insight as well. We’re all after the same culprit after all.”
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