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8 mos ago
It's so fun to make random OCs for an RP I will probably never run
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10 mos ago
"As usual, I've been doing online roleplay, and having a blast with women in their 30's exhausted from working too much."
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10 mos ago
Went to an fan convention yesterday after a three year break from them. I forgot how much I love seeing people's creativity, and how fun making even a simple costume is!
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10 mos ago
Worse: partner into a mahjong gacha game
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10 mos ago
Being bullied into learning how to play mahjong
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21+ | UTC-5 | Casual Roleplayer | 1x1's: Closed

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Hello! I'm Yankee.
I'm usually down for pretty much anything: action, adventure, romance, horror, taboo, comedy, smut, gore, slice-of-life, etc.
I like cute, fun stories just as much as dark, gross, traumatic (for character) stories. I enjoy creating original characters for RP,
but I get as much enjoyment writing as canon characters in fandom-based games!
On that note I like comic books, cartoons, and videogames. I'm also very into cosplay and art!

I am a very slow writer, so my preferred posting pace is once per week or less. I usually post on weekends.
I like to have fun while writing, so I prefer relaxed partners who don't take things too seriously.
Remember: fiction =/= reality.

Feel free to PM me to chat!
However I do not check PMs immediately. Might take me a day or two to get back to you.



Forward all complaints to @stone

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Most Recent Posts


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A shiver shot through Orsender's spine when his eyes met the lady knight's. At first he was bewildered when she turned and faced him just when he was thinking about ways to fight her. After recovering from the initial surprised, Orsen glared right back, his eye twitching until she turned back around and continued answering the party's questions. That was really weird.

What the hell is her problem? he thought. Besides the obvious racism or whatever. Was that what they called a warrior's sixth sense? Either way it cemented the fact that he should play nice for now. Definitely no beating a trained fighter if he couldn't land a sucker punch first.

The inside of the manor was shockingly gorgeous. Well, not shockingly, after all one glance at the outside could have told anyone the inside was likely to be just as fancy. Expectedly gorgeous, then. The oni eyed the old man suspiciously, daring him to say anything, but he didn't. Good. Orsen didn't miss his hesitation though, and glanced back at the female oni in their group. He gave her a silent look that seemed to say: can you believe this shit? It was a look of solidarity. He didn't know any of the others well seeing as they'd all just fallen from the sky barely a few hours ago, but if worst came to worst maybe the two oni could band together. Anyway, first things first - food.

"Yesss," Orsen hisses, feeling his stomach grumble. He made to follow the old man when a different kind of stomach rumbling happened. Okay, food second, bathroom first. He headed down the left-hand hallway before slowly coming to a stop. Wait. What were the instructions again? God he was too busy being angry and suspicious to pay attention to Yda. Bathroom, left hallway. No, right - men's. It might have appeared to the others around that the giant oni man was malfunctioning before his face broken into a dangerous toothy grin and he pivoted on his heel to continue down the right hallway. He opened a few random doors until he came to the fifth one, just what he was looking for.

"I guess food'll be further down the hall, I'll catch up," he announced. He really would too, because he was hungry. He wasn't one to snoop in other's business much anyway. What he needed was some time alone in a small room to process a liiiittle more and make sure he definitely, definitely wasn't dreaming. Then, chow time.



Spring 1 • Year 1
Location: General Store

Oh, a kind response! It was more than Xavier could have hoped for given the scenario. Pleased, he couldn't help the small grin that settled onto his face. He turned to more enthusiastically talk to her when a rag came flying from the young woman's direction and landed squarely on his face. When Xavier swiped the cloth away and remembered oh yeah, clean soot the smile was still in place.

"Cobbler or pie, hm? Good idea." The young physician started with the largest areas of the mess, wiping down the shelving with care. He may have been eager to get home and make something, but he wasn't about to do a half-assed job either, that would just be rude. As he worked and mulled over the benefits of a cobbler versus a pie, he figured he may as well continue getting advice from Luna while she was in the mood to give it. After all, though he had a sweet tooth and could cook a simple meal, he wasn't very well-versed in baking. He knew to stick to a recipe though.

"Do you bake, Ms. Abernova? A cobbler is simpler, right? I do like a good pie though... I'd like to try that." Xavier hummed, taking a step back to make sure he hadn't missed any spots before moving on to the next area to be wiped down. "Any recipe suggestions?"

Belisendé
Daybreak | Fortress' South Side


That was all the enemies outside down, then. At least from her count - and Bel was pretty confident in her counting, thank you. She was in starting to get a bit more confident at this whole battle thing too, as evident by her arrows still sticking out of a few of the corpses scattered around. She had the brief thought to stop and collect them, but no, that would be left 'til the end of the engagement. Taking the fort came first, along with making sure herself and her allies came out of it unscathed.

"Are we heading inside?" Bel found herself asking as she paused to collect herself. The question was quiet, more to herself than the others nearby but they would be able to hear it nonetheless. She gathered up as much of her courage as she could, staring into the fortress' entrance with bright, determined eyes. Her mount split his time between looking at the same entrance, and at the scaly winged creature close by. Sunbeam sneered at the wyvern, perhaps trying to intimidate it. The horse had an "alpha" personality, that much was certain...

With a quick tug the reins, Bel brought her steed under control and both mount and rider focused on the fortress, poised to gallop inside as soon as her companions did the same. She wasn't sure how tight the space would be considering Sunbeam was rather large, but the animal usually found a way - either by destroying interiors or scaring any people away.

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Status: Alive
Currently: Moving inside
Class: Squire
EXP: 60
Inventory:

  • Iron Bow (2/3)
  • Vulnerary (3/3)



Early Morning
Shinto Town, Canals

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"Gah!"

The seventeen year old student flopped backwards onto the grass dramatically, flinging his arms out in frustration. Around him on the concrete of the canal were many crudely drawn "magic circles," if one could even call them that. Jigen had just about run out of chalk, let alone hope that the thick intricately titled book at his feet was real. It was certainly an impressive tome - leather bound, engraved lettering on the cover, twice as long as any of his text books... plus an unknown author. So despite the name "Magic: it's real and here's how to do it!!" Jigen had thought hey, maybe it was real when he checked it out of the old library. It wasn't, but how was he to know?

The chapter on "summoning" made it clear that a perfectly drawn circle was needed to converse with a spirit, or angel or demon or youkai that would give him advice if he asked. Advice was definitely something he needed. If they happened to grant him some cool super powers, that'd be alright too.

"Don't give up, Saito-san," the boy whispered to himself in a voice slightly higher pitched than his own, "come on, you can do it!"

With a quick nod of his head Jigen sprang back up, but he winced as the first rays of sunlight started to peek over the horizon. Seriously? I've been out here this long?! he thought, Okay, I'll give it one more shot before I'll have to get going to school...

The student got to work painstakingly drawing another circle, doing his best to make it as neat as possible. His school bag was nearby with his uniform and notebooks inside, as well as his simple cellphone. The gadget had been purchased for him so he could better stay in touch with his parents, but it hadn't rang with the notification of a message since he got it - and it didn't ring now, even though he'd been out all night attempting to summon some kind of magical being. When he was finishing drawing, Jigen stepped back and wiped his hands on his clothes, getting chalk dust and dirt all over himself.

"Hey, this one actually looks pretty good!" he said to himself with a grin. Okay, what's next... oh, right, the actual spell! He picked up the book and read the incantation lines to himself again. They were... a little embarrassing. Okay, a lot embarrassing. Was it really supposed to rhyme? Still, he was alone out there by the river, so he quickly read the lines while focusing on his chalk circle.

"Here these words, here my cries, spirit from the other side, come to me who calls you near, cross now the great divide?"

The "summoning spell" hadn't worked the last few times, but he attributed it to his poor drawing skills. Surely this time...?


<Just what kind of Master has summoned me...?>
Church Hilltop, Graveyard

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Astonishing. That he would be summoned back to Earth and met with this... "grand feast." That he, a Pharaoh, would be as a servant to... well, this odd fellow. Markansas Valdark Reschyshyn, as he'd proudly claimed. What a fool. TutBerserker really wanted to shout at the mage about what the hell he thought he was doing.

He didn't. Though it seemed to Berserker that Markansas was indeed some kind of jester - whether intentionally or not - he sensed something familiar about the man. Dark, hateful grievances swirled about him, though not from him. Curious, but also a little mortifying if they really did have some things in common. Perhaps it was best to get along for now...

"..."

Nope, he couldn't do it. He needed to keep his mouth shut if he didn't want to turn his master away from him not only on the first night, but in the first hour. They said fools had thick heads, but did they have thick hearts? Berserker stared hard at Markansas as if trying to burrow a hole through the magus' skull with just his eyes. He listened to his master speak but he would swear the man wasn't actually saying anything. After a few long, silent moments where it looked as if Berserker might just lash out with his words, the boy drew in a deep breath and held it. He gazed around the graveyard again since he'd been summoned, noting there was no one around save for master, servant and puppet. At least, none that could be sensed.

"Master," the Pharaoh began, already finding the word distasteful, "if you seek advice from me, speak plainly and I'll give it. As you can see, I am..." he paused, and raised his arms up with a shrug, "...not well suited to direct combat. For now I suggest we stay clear of powerful martial servants... or..."

A cursory look at Berserker's stats with his master's clairvoyance and Markansas would be able to tell that what his servant said was true. As the young king trailed off, he considered what he was about to say. If it was possible to land his draining curse on a powerful servant in the first night, it would be a major boon. The thought of using his Noble Phantasm gave Berserker a headache, but in the end it would only benefit them... he did have a personal duty to fulfill, but it was a really awful ability.

"Never mind for now. If you have a base like a magician's workshop, let me see it."



Spring 1 • Year 1
Location: General Store

"But..."

Well, Luna's declaration wasn't exactly unexpected but... it still wasn't what Xavier wanted to hear either. This was his nice freshly cleaned Spring outfit! He supposed it wasn't the worst case scenario though, after all she could have been yelling or blaming him, and he did technically have a hand in spreading the mysterious soot around even if it was an accident. Plus she said "help," not "clean this up yourself." All in all, he got off pretty easily once he thought about.

"Okay," he sighed, depositing his small basket of goods on the counter for her with a weak smile. He'd get started while she was ringing him out to make the clean up go as quickly as possible. He still had to get home and actually make something for the potluck after all. Speaking of the event, Xavier wondered if the store would be open all day or if the young shop keep would be joining the rest of the town for the festivities. Xavier was pretty sure the mayor must have called everyone in town given how excited his message made him sound. He glanced back at Luna. She didn't really seem the "festive" type but everyone needed some downtime now and then right?

"...um, if you have any advice for the New Year's picnic," he started, figuring some kind of small talk to fill the space would be nice. At the very least it would be nice for him. "- I'd appreciate it. It's been a while, I'm kind of stuck on what to bring. I was thinking, well, ah, apples if it wasn't already apparent."
Rhy̢thmia L̛ap̢şe҉u͘s

Outside the Minor Library, during The Talks

"I'm sorry, but only one of you may be allowed in."

The twins had expected that, but it was still disappointing to hear. As Melodia entered the make-shift conference room, Rhythmia sat herself down as close as possible to the entrance and stared down most of the house representatives with cold crimson eyes. There were many among the Southern reps that felt her glare, but the Lords of House Kothlin and Young felt it too, with a particular chill. Rhythmia knew about their contingency plan - and they knew that she knew. The Lapseus twins hardly kept even the smallest secrets from one another, it was absurd to think that Melodia wouldn't disclose the information to her sister. Last night Rhythmia returned to their shared room hoping to surprise her sister with something nice and useful - and instead was shocked herself to learn of the other Tech Lords' developments.

Well, she'd be lying if she said she didn't want a look at those tin canisters... but that was beside the point.

For now, Rhythmia planted herself outside the minor library, not particularly interested in the arguments but in the results, waiting to hear or sense if anything was going in a dangerous direction. Every now and then she'd turn her dark stare on anyone that attempted to get close, and continued waiting.

Melodia & Rhythmia

Former Residency Hall
Collab with @Haruharara

The political talks between the North & South had always been a draining experience. You entered a room with a bunch of bureaucratic noble men and women, listened to them monologue on self-importance, and then raised your hand when you agreed with something. The queen hadn’t even been there, so honestly this whole thing could have been done via couriers and not in person… but Melodia guessed that formalities were more so the reasoning for it — though she really hoped there wouldn’t be such an event again next year.

As the discussion concluded Melodia gripped her metallic cane and slowly made her way to the exit along with others who had wanted to get the hell out of there. She avoided conversation, contact in any form really, and made a conscious effort to keep her crimson sights aimed directly at the door until she reached it.

The door was pressed open by Melodia’s small hand, and as she slipped out from the council room her eyes immediately locked on to a familiar face waiting outside.

“Rhy~ it was such a long day. I’m so tired, can we go to our room?” Mel’s eyes widened and glossed over with superficial tears. Childish whining over a productive day, she really was the worst.

Her sister wasn’t moved by her crocodile tears in the slightest, but Rhythmia had been planning to take them both back to the residencies either way. She knew this kind of thing would be tiring for anyone, but especially the Lapesean Lady. They were both getting on in years, but Mel had always been the more fragile of the two.

“Come on,” Rhythmia nodded, offering her arm should her sister need it. As the rest of the house representatives funneled out of the room, she spared some of them an icy glare, but no words. Never any words, it seemed.

The twins were first to leave the small space outside of the library being used as a conference room. The few people they passed were servants and Brothers, who steered well clear of them. Soon enough they were back inside the bedroom they’d been assigned.

Melodia quickly unlatched from Rhythmia’s arm and flung herself upon the bed face first. Bellowing a loud sigh into the silken tapestries that covered the mattress her body would go limp, small legs dangled off the side. Though her body would eventually relax and her head would finally peel itself from the sheets and look back to Rhythmia.

“Well the good news is, I don’t think we’ll be going to war. The southern pigs are strangely taking up some progressive policies, though I hate that Arthur is a racist fuck— but that’s a conversation for another day. Like, we voted on higher education budgets up in the North, rights for the beastmen, I think I turned my brain off after that one— but I’m pretty sure it was mostly positive stuff.” Melodia’s words trailed on as she looked to Rhythmia in anticipation for her response.

The short-haired sister released a bit of tension she didn’t know she was holding, her shoulders relaxing minutely. No war, then. For now. That was good. After that bit of good news Rhythmia let her head drop and nod again as Melodia continued.

“Surprising,” she said, wondering why of all times the Southerners decided to lean in favor of the North. She thought back to Reason’s words from last night, a sour taste filling her mouth as she recalled the scene as she left the garden. Still, were the talks really going to be a success for the Technologists, all things considered?

She continued, mildly talkative though only ever in the presence of her trusted family, “Even the beastmen... really? It was a good day, then.”

“Yeah, Arthur had some resistance towards it. But I would say it’s a win — in the short term it’ll probably cause some problems. But then again, I’ll be happy to start getting official identification into our beastmen population’s hands. Actually, when we get back to the estate could you have your boyfriend send out some of the Impsus to begin enforcing that immediately?” Melodia’s voice remained at a careful volume, controlled and stern. She was met with a blank stare from her sister across from her. Then, a sudden spark of realization in Rhythmia’s matching red eyes.

“Okay,” she said with a slight smile. Melodia was still in a mood to tease, it seemed. Rhythmia could easily guess who she was referring to, and though Huston and that police force didn’t quite see eye-to-eye, he’d be professional about it. “You never let things go, Mel.” Rhythmia’s voice edged on playful. Bolstered by the welcome changes that were soon to come to Lapseus, Rhythmia was beginning to find herself in a much better mood than earlier.

“Huston is good at being stern and commanding, that’s why he has the amount of responsibility that he does.” Melodia chimed back, winking her right eye shut in a playful manner with a cant of her head before responding to Rhy’s words. “Of course I don’t. It’s in our blood to hold grudges. Both our family and our people have lost so much. So I will hold everything till the grave— plus you and Hunkston have been close for years!” Melodia’s time changed from serious to whimsical as her words trailed on. Though the weight in the long-haired sister’s words were always warranted, Rhythmia was around for the dark ages of the family as well. It was here that the sisters differed, regarding the history of Lapseus. Melodia was strong of mind and learned from the mistakes of their family, turning them around with sheer tenacity betraying her weak body. Rhythmia, the reverse: used her physical strength to keep safe the things close to her and tried to forget those dark times as much as possible. Still, Rhythmia couldn’t help but agree.

“He’s close with you, too,” she pointed out to the other Lapsean, though they both knew that the man had a different kind of relationship with Melodia. Rhythmia leaned back slightly, propping her face on one hand and changed the subject back to the result of the voting. “He’ll... be happy, though. Everyone will...”

She paused briefly, and though her expression was nearly as blank as usual, to her twin it was obvious she was imagining the look of relief and surprise on the faces of their staff and the citizens when they learned of the changes that would be taking place. Changes for the better.

“You’re right, you’re right.” Melodia then let out a silent and rather animated yawn, stretching her hands out high above her head and humming out hot air.

“Well, we’ll talk about it more when I wake up. Let Vati know the good news when you see him - he’s probably fairly anxious about the news as well. And remember not to tell him about yesterday.” Melodia then gripped at the bed lightly and pulled herself into a more comfortable sleeping position, her wispy white hair covering her face as her head found the soft white pillow. “Wake me up if you need me, love you.” Melodia quietly muttered out as she was carried slowly into dreamland.

“Yeah. Love you,” her sister repeated, standing quietly to dim the room’s lights. Eventually, the sound of Melodia’s even breathing told Rhythmia that she’d fallen asleep. The meeting was adjourned for today, the rest of the afternoon and evening were for the representatives to spend however they chose, including a well needed nap. Sometime later, the dark haired bodyguard returned to the room and Rhythmia stepped outside briefly to talk with him about what had happened. All good news.

When she stepped back in, something that could easily be considered “bad news” happened - and it happened quickly.

A muffled sound like an explosion below them made its way to Rhythmia’s ears. Instantly, her mind and body sharpened to attention. Her head wasn’t diluted with thoughts like what’s going on? Was that a bomb or a stupid mage? Is this an attack? Who attacked? - she had a singular goal at that moment: protect her sister. Even if it turned out to be a harmless sound, Rhythmia had learned the hard way that it was better to be safe than sorry. Of course, it wasn’t exactly a harmless sound.

Harsh light flooded her vision, and Rhythmia instinctively rushed to cover the prone body of her sister from any danger, whether it be intruders or falling debris. Unexpectedly, she suddenly lost consciousness.

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“Rh— “

“Rhy..”

“Wake up!”
Melodia cried out as she shook her sister, her eyes welled up with moisture and gripped at Rhythmia’s clothing. It was only for a moment, but the blackout disoriented Rhythmia all the same. When she opened her eyes again, her natural eye blazing as bright as her artificial one, the first thing she did was make sure Melodia was okay.

“Awake,” Rhythmia stated quickly and clearly, taking her sister’s hand, “Okay. Are you...?”

The next thing Rhythmia did was lean over and vomit. She was full of confusion, and the grip she had on Melodia tightened. I’m sick? she briefly wondered. She was completely ignorant of the symptoms of mana sickness, having never experienced it before. However, after the initial rush of energy, the sickness seemed to die down quickly. She looked back at Melodia, wiping her mouth with her free sleeve. The Lapsean’s crimson eyes flickered all over her sister before she tried speaking again.

“Are you okay, Mel?”

Melodia frowned as she gripped her sister tighter, her digits pressing against her sister stronger than usual. “I’m a bit shaken, but I feel swell— better than usual actually. That burst of light was magical in nature, but the cause of it, that’s what concerns me.” Her words held an energy to them that was nonexistent before the flash, the surge of power revitalized Melodia to a fascinating degree. Besides the physical effects the light had on the sisters, there were other things that became immediately apparent - the room was trashed, as if flipped over, furniture overturned and broken apart.

Vati swiftly swung the door open permitting himself entry without a second thought. “M’ladies - are you okay?” He looked winded and scraped up, having been in the hall when whatever happened, well, happened. Perhaps the flash had some effects on him as well, or the tumbling of the hall had thrown him around.

“Vati - “ Rhythmia summoned the man to him with a jerk of her head, and he was at the sisters’ sides in an instant helping to steady them both, though as she claimed Melodia didn’t seem to need it. The short-haired sister considered Melodia’s words, and quickly came to the conclusion that whatever had happened could not have been an accident.

“Evacuate,” Rhythmia suggested sharply - and where normally her tone would make such a suggestion seem more like an order, Vati briefly hesitated. It was unlike him. “The Tower - it’s - ” he started, clearly disturbed but keeping his composure.

More or less recovered, Rhythmia moved to the open doorway. The Lapseus twins’ room was mostly intact, but the rest of the hall was... twisted, crumpled together, and vertical. It was a straight drop outside of their doorway. It was a wonder that Vati had clung to the door’s frame to avoid falling.

“Well isn’t that interesting.” Melodia chimed in as she followed the other two towards the doorway. She glanced around all the features of the warped hallway, scratching her chin and pursing her lips in thought — what magic could have this degree of effect on such a large structure.

“We should still be able to use those transport circles that are used to travel throughout the tower. Regardless of how disheveled it may seem, there’s going to be some way out of here.” Her words trailed on, but she cut herself off for a moment as she remembered the burst of mana that traveled through her.

“Though outside of this tower could be a different story. Evacuation seems to be the best route no matter what way I look at it. We should try to meet up with Reina before we bite the dust though, despite the cataclysmic events that have unfolded— I have some unfinished business with her.” She concluded, nodding her head to both Vati and Rhythmia as if handing the decision making reins to the two able-bodied people here. Said people looked at each other for a moment before Rhythmia broke off, heading back inside the room. Melodia turned to watch her sister handily push over the fallen furniture, seeking out a specific piece of her luggage. Underneath one of the beds was a huge and sleek black case that clicked open to reveal a familiar weapon of impeccable design. Tenebrae, the massive railgun that was Rhythmia’s preferred tool of the trade. She hefted it up and with the barest summoning of her gate the gun charged to life. A look of surprise briefly passed Rhythmia’s face, but she supposed it made sense. The “magical bomb” must have super charged the air with mana. Her own favor was very low, the only reason she wasn’t doubled over with what some called “mana sickness” must have been her unusual physiology. Maybe that was the reason Melodia was so full of life, too.

For her part, the long-haired sister didn’t look disturbed at all. A small smirk even graced her features. “Things are getting exciting~”

“So how do we do this?” Vati questioned, peering down the vertical shaft. It was a long drop, maybe a hundred meters or more. “- plus there’s this,” he pointed out the dark swirling energy that seemed to be floating just above the doorway a little, “- where the teleporter used to be.”

Melodia peered up to the swirling vortex of inky void and instinctively leaned towards the magical anomaly. As her arms got closer the pull of the vacuum continued to draw her in, and then she gave in to curiosity with a small hop. As her hands entered the gateway it began to suck viciously, lifting her from the ground and into portal. The sense of magic now surrounded her, mana pulsing around and the force sending her somewhere else stretched the fabric of her being until eventually she was thrown to the ground — her location was now the laboratory.
Oh also, would you guys prefer the setting to be a more medieval setting, or some kind of magitech based turn of the century type tech level, where rudimentary magitech rifles are fairly common alongside more medieval weaponry. Because after continuing to read Golden Kamuy, I'm leaning towards the latter, but wanted to check with all of you who are interested before I commit to either of them.

Personally I don't mind either. I'm more than fine with magitech. I've got a pompous gnome pastry chef in the works~
Had some trouble coming up with a character concept, I was originally leaning waaaaaay to much into the "monster" aspect and designing around some grotesque FCs. Then seeing Black Cat's extremely cute Lindy, I scraped it to try and think up something that would mesh better with her.

So now I'm working on a M*thra type Zasshu!
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