Post by electra on Jun 22, 2015 17:17:45 GMT
WHY DON'T YOU PLAY WITH BOWS AND ARROWS? With a heavy sigh Electra closed the door behind her with a soft ‘click’. It had been a rather short day at work due to a giant storm warning, but the walk home had completely drained her. She had made it only halfway home before torrential rain began pouring down from dark clouds. It wasn’t so bad at first with the umbrella…that is until a giant gust of wind started a cruel game of tug-of-war. A game that she had sadly lost. So her only option from that point was to just sprint home as a fast as possible. Luckily, by the time she got to her school, the girl’s clothes were mostly dry save for her soaked outer coat.
A shivering hand flicked on the switch to turn on the dorm lights, but soon found it to be no use. The storm had knocked out all electricity, which just meant she was going to spend most of her time wandering through complete darkness. Great. Another sigh escaped the girl’s lips, and followed with an irritated groan. She could make out some shadowed objects like the living room doorway—perhaps some furniture…there wasn’t much other than that, though. The night shadows claimed most of her surroundings. She was just going to have to wander blindly through this.
“Misha!?” She called out into the darkness as she wandered slowly into the living room. There was no response save for the loud banging of rain against the windowpane. It was starting to feel eerie in an unsettling sort of way. Not saying the demon was a big wuss when it came to darkness, but still...creepy shit was still creepy. Electra shuffled over to the couch, wringing her soaked locks in-between trembling fingers. Then she gingerly nestled against the cushions, finding them a little stiffer than usual. Actually, they were strangely warm, too—in a comforting sort of way. The demon sank back, curling up against the strange warmth until she felt the back cushion...breathe? What the fuck!? Suddenly a massive flash of lightning cracked again the night sky, and a purple rush of light revealed a glimpse of what looked to be a person that she was sitting on.
“What the hell!!!” She cursed, quickly hopping off the person with fear nipping at her heart. With a swift turn of the heel, she faced the figure with an angry frown. Slowly, flames began to emerge from her hands and craw up to her forearms. Normally she didn’t like using her power in the dorms, but she definitely needed the light. Who the hell was on her couch?
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jun 22, 2015 23:21:58 GMT
Words Outfit | Misha had stormed out of practice early. He couldn't be there anymore with his frustrations as bad as they were. Iriel was being a stupid butt head, and doing things that would get him killed. Honestly just what was he supposed to say about any of that. The boy wanted to kick him in the face however right now he started to ignore things. It was not likely going to even help matters or get him anywhere either. Sighing lightly he had curled up on the couch and tried his best to sleep. Not like his roomie would be coming back anytime soon. So he would just sleep away through this whole storm. It was going to get worse, at least he wouldn't be able to hear the thunder. Misha hated to admit that it bothered him a little bit more then usual. The boy did feel rather tired as he finally completely passed out right now. The boy stayed fast asleep till he felt a body weight on him. No one actually curled up on him, or at least tried to use him as a couch unless it was his cat or his other pets. Though at the same time what was he supposed to be doing. Yes he should have done his homework, but he did not feel like doing his homework. It'd probably not end up helping him at all. "Why are you on me? Jeez Electra. If you wanted to me use as your cushion you could have just asked." He spoke with a shrug and yawned again. He still felt rather tired. But of course he was not going to ignore his demon, or roomie. Whatever he decided to call her. "Gonna get off? Not that I care if you don't." He shrugged, and settled back on the couch. He was seriously so annoyed though that his stress levels were off the chart. And he didn't even want to deal with this either. After all why would he? That whole idea just seemed stupid for him to focus on and yet he was. "W-what? I mean jeez you think you'd know who you would sit on." He didn't entirely get it or want to deal with it right now either. It'd probably not help to begin with. What else was he supposed to say. Misha felt a bit more of his stress starting to appear again. What had she been doing anyway? After all she'd been a bit late hadn't she, usually she beat him back here first. electra |
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Post by electra on Jun 29, 2015 18:03:32 GMT
WHY DON'T YOU PLAY WITH BOWS AND ARROWS? Through the soft flicker of orange light, Electra made out a fairly familiar face that matched an irritated stream of words. Yep, that was Misha in all his grumpy glory. A relieved sigh escaped the Demon’s lips as she let the flames gently dissolve against her skin. “Sorry, I didn’t know it was you.” She replied, plopping back down on his lap in punishment for his sass. “and fine, You are now my mouthy cushion.” After a moment she maneuvered around to comfortably sit horizontally so she could rest her back against the arm of the couch. Then her fingers ran through her long, multicolored hair-preening it in a slightly feminine way.
Ele was bold, no doubt about that, but she was also a foolish girl as well as a terrible demon. It was easy to fake that her relationship between her and the human was strictly business, yet she couldn’t lie to herself. Even now she had so much trouble fighting the urges to curl up against him like a cat—purring away against the gentle warmth and his sweet smell of earth and smoke. There was millions of people on this damned planet, and she just HAD to fall for the one she was contracted with. What an idiot… Oh well, what harm could it do if they just went on continuing the way they did? It’s not like she acted any differently to him? They were just friends, at best.
A slender brow rose as her eyes searched the obviously irritable face covered in shadows. “Whats wrong with you? You’re….pissy-er than usual.” She asked, reaching up to poke his cheek. “Something on your mind, kiddo?” At the end of her words another clap of thunder shook their dorm, causing the girl to shift nervously. Man, she really fucking hated thunderstorms.
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jun 30, 2015 17:12:25 GMT
Words Outfit | Misha would have been okay with this if it was another situation and he was truly happy. Just today too many things bashing into him at once and he disliked every moment of it. Didn't know it was him. Right of course she'd say that. Oh well maybe for now he'd let Electra get away with it. At least for a little bit, however would it even help them in the long run. Both of them were stuck in this place because of the storm outside. He did not like it, Misha hated storms like this when it knocked the power out. But did he ever speak of how it actually maybe scared him? No of course not. "Yea yea Mouthy cushion.Jeez, look where you sit next time." He grumbled. Of course he was only just upset with Iriel so his attitude was shitty compared to normal. Not that he'd mention it to anyone though. No need to discuss how Iriel ticked him off. Or how he wished Iriel wouldn't be so clueless sometimes. It'd get him into a lot of shit and get him hurt in the end. He yawned and just laid there. Honestly Misha didn't feel like fighting right now. What good would it do for him? He was uncertain of what was going to be waiting when he left this dorm room later. But did he even want to? With seeing Iriel who knew if he could hold his tongue this time. Misha just wanted to pretend nothing had happened. That he didn't feel a damn thing and it was only so easy to do that sadly. He should have known this from the start but of course he didn't want to talk about that portion either. What good would it do if he did. "Tch it doesn't matter. Just Iriel being his naive self as usual." He was so not happy about this, it probably did not end up helping. Talking about it was probably a bad idea but oh well he might as well. Talking about his feelings a little bit wouldn't hurt. Sighing lightly he just hoped that his friend would be smart about things or he'd end up getting into a lot of trouble. electra |
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Post by electra on Jul 3, 2015 3:28:40 GMT
WHY DON'T YOU PLAY WITH BOWS AND ARROWS? “No promises.” She countered, crossing her arms neatly over her chest. “Although, I probably would’ve if I could’ve. It’s so damn dark in here.” With the last of her words a thought suddenly popped into her head. Didn’t they have any candles? There had to be one lying around here somewhere. Her oddly-color eyes tried their best to scan the darkness, remembering where each thing was. At first she saw absolutely nothing save for the outline of the t.v and lamps. But, then it suddenly hit her! There was a candle eerie had given her for their couch side table, right?
He said it smelled like ocean smiles or some silly shit like that.
The girl twisted around a moment, feeling the various items on the table until she felt a waxy block. “Ah, there you are. Now I can see Misha's beautiful face.” She purred a gentle tease, picking up the block so she could nestle it in her arms. Once she comfortably held it her fingers snapped, shooting off a spark that ignited the wick. The small flame quickly latched onto the oiled stem as it showered some light between the two. It was then that she noticed how pissed Misha had really been. Damn, he really did show when he was in a foul mood.
“What did he do this time?” She sighed, looking down at the little candle resting in her lap. A part of her knew Misha had this sort of fondness for Iriel. He wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box, but Iri certainly was a sweet one. The boy always asked for her to do his tattoos and each time she enjoyed his company. The off-the-wall way he speaks was adorable, which is probably why Misha always seemed to talk about him. Although, most of it was about how he managed to irritate the human, rather than attract him. Either way, the subject usually made her feel…odd. Yet, he was her friend and she truly did care about how he felt.
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jul 3, 2015 22:46:22 GMT
Words Outfit | Honestly what did this have to do with anything? Well she seemed comfy on him so that had to be okay somehow. Maybe. Of course he would rather not talk about it if he could end up avoiding anything right now, sighing lightly it made him feel like his head was spinning. Like something too bad was happening. Iriel frustrated him so much sometimes with the things he did. Why the hell couldn't that guy just get his head back on straight sometimes? Of course he wouldn't really want him to change either now would he? It'd end up being boring if the guy changed too much. Iriel being Iriel was the thing that kept Misha on his toes and made him smile quite a bit. Not that he'd admit any of those things either. "Oh really? Well I suppose I'll think of that next time." He shrugged, Misha was trying not to dwell on what she did. Iriel's actions were digging into his brain too much. Misha could only wonder if they had candles or something else. till the lights at least turned on. He hoped it'd be soon even though he found this whole situation rather peaceful. Honestly just what was he going to do? Tell her what happened. Tell other people what he felt, and how it was tearing him apart to be stuck between his friends and hunting. He had to sell his soul to keep them safe. If he died it wasn't even important to him though he'd feel bad for his friends which included the very demon he sold his soul too. He was not about to admit that though because it'd mean he had to show weakness. He was wary about that. "What are you even looking for?" Misha couldn't help but question as she squirmed around. As a hunter he had to have some self control but she was still on top of him. And it felt really weird to be completely honest. Though he kept that to himself as he waited for her to have something to do. No matter how far he went with things, this was only a matter of time before it went bad or worse. Or he had to say something so she better find what she wanted soon. "I don't look that good or anything. Just ugh, it's Iriel. He does a lot of things. But pretty sure he's gotten himself into trouble again. I swear one of these days he's going to go off with the wrong person and get killed." Or worse, well nothing could truly be worse then death maybe. But still. Misha was just way too upset at this point to think logically. electra |
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Post by electra on Jul 4, 2015 19:42:42 GMT
WHY DON'T YOU PLAY WITH BOWS AND ARROWS? How the hell did she end up as ‘that chick’? You know, the one on the outside looking in, or the one that’s always there, but will never get a chance. The basic bitch on the sidelines—queen of the friend zone. You get the idea. Somehow along the way Electra ended up a poor sap with quite a debt of unrequited emotions. Which was freaking weird! In school Electra was the cool kid, the one everyone wanted to hang out with. It would seem that in this century, kids preferred the tattoo, piercing look, or the fact that she could easily beat the crap out of most the guys at school. She was the girl all the bad guys wanted, and here she was creaming over the most antisocial kid at school. Most wouldn’t even give two shits about him….yet, to her, he was the only thing she ever gave a shit about. Funny how life works that way.The only way of coping for Ele was drinking, and boy did she want a tall glass of something strong. Some liquid courage that would help her feel a little less insignificant. But, who was she to be sulking? If she wanted to help Misha feel better, so she could feel better, than she was just going to have to build a bridge and get over that shit. One day he would notice, right? If she just worked hard enough, and showed him how much she truly cared then perhaps….just perhaps the girl wouldn’t be so transparent to him.“Aww, you cut yourself too short, kiddo! You’re super attractive!” Electra grinned, poking at the boy’s cheek playfully. “one out of ten…hmmm I’d say you’re a solid twenty! Now cheer up!” She continued, holding up her slowly drooping confidence. Iriel, it was always iriel. Not that she didn’t like iriel, but still. It was easier to hate someone then to want to hate someone, but can’t. In all honesty…she loved the damn bird almost as much as she loved Misha. It was conflicting to say the least.“Look, Iriel is not a kid. He’s a grown man even if he lacks a bit of common sense. I’m sure he can take care of himself, and definitely doesn’t want a babysitter. Just.....let him do his own thing y'know?” She replied, letting her fingers slowly brush against the candle flame. It didn’t hurt at all because she was a fire demon, but it distracted her from unwanted thoughts. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE |
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jul 6, 2015 6:19:38 GMT
Words Outfit | If he had known perhaps he'd feel bad but Misha didn't know. He was not aware of her feelings towards him, and he was not sure about anything these days. The boy never had been if he wanted to be completely honest about all of this stuff anyway. Misha hated how he felt, how he thought of anyone. Perhaps he'd have to figure out what to do next from here. Obviously all of this made him feel dizzy because he was thinking way too hard. The boy wanted to keep all of his friends protected. It was his hunter life was so important to him. Misha kept pushing his body till it reached it's limits just to get rid of those violent creatures. The ones that might prey on his friends. Of course he didn't admit that part. It meant he had to be nice, or had to show he cared. Which was something he almost NEVER wanted to do. No matter what he'd find some way to avoid it if even possible. Seriously though right now he was just trying to figure out how to balance what was going on in his head. And what was happening outside of it right this second, he did not want to be the reason bad things happened after all now did he? Misha glanced at his friend and wondered just why she cared. Why she helped him? Why they were friends? After all she was after his soul wasn't she? "Huh? I don't think so...maybe to you. But not to anyone else. Whatever I guess it doesn't matter." He shrugged, and almost wondered what else was going to happen next. He huffed and tried to bite her fingers. It was a playful teasing bite anyway but of course he was not going to complain too much. This was just him playing around. After all having fun did make everything better didn't it? No matter what he was stressed out about he just wanted to have a little bit of fun. At the very least it'd probably be okay, maybe? Electra was trying to make him feel better so he'd have to listen to her. He'd have to be a bit more respectful of her opinion no matter how he didn't entirely want to either. "Nah you look way better then me, or any girl I know. Which yea...weird of me to say I guess. Huh? well yea I guess he's a grown man in his own right..Letting him do his own thing sounds like a bad idea but maybe." He was not sure what to even do but he might as well try to go along with this. At least for now. Even if people or Electra might tell him he should once again. He didn't know if this was a good idea though. Misha still felt a bit stressed out. His worries for Iriel's stupidity getting him into trouble were just too immense to avoid. electra |
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Post by electra on Jul 13, 2015 23:21:04 GMT
WHY DON'T YOU PLAY WITH BOWS AND ARROWS? Electra remained quiet as she listened to the raindrops beat against the dorms. The sounds vaguely reminded her of marbles when spilled out of their box, and onto the floor. It was without rhythm, but it was soothing in its own way. Like she could almost taper off to sleep in the comforting warmth that surrounded her. Although, she was sure Misha wouldn’t have been too happy if she had just passed out on his lap. Psh, knowing him, he probably would have hopped in her dreams as payback. Suddenly, the girl frowned at the last thought that entered her mind. Shit, if he went in her dreams he would know…he would find out everything! There wasn’t a night where she didn’t return to her past memories, or how happy she would be if the boy actually picked up her hints. This….this was something she should keep in mind.Electra chuckled as she quickly withdrew her fingers, and ruffled his hair instead. “You know that’s not true.” She smiled, letting a bright blush creep across her cheeks which he might have seen in the flickering candlelight. “He can’t have us babysit him throughout his entire life. Let him make his own mistakes. You know we will always be there to catch him when he falls.” Her voice had an encouraging tone to it. Honestly, there was nothing to worry about! Iriel would be fine without a 24 hour guard. A moment later her thoughts filled with worry once more—inciting the fear of Misha finding out everything through her dreams. Perhaps she should talk to him about it? The girl bit her lip, trying to stifle enough courage to speak. “Hey Mish…Don’t ever go into my dreams, ok?” She muttered, rubbing the waxy surface of the candle nervously. “You won’t like what you find there…so just don’t” Her eyes darted up to look guiltily at his before a loud crash echoed through their apartment. Afterwards a massive gust of wind burst through the room; blowing out the candle, and sending fearful chills down her spine.“What the fuck was that!?” she exclaimed, throwing the candle to the side so she could turn and bury her face into her friend’s neck. The rest of her body curled closer, while her hands latched onto his shirt like a frightened cat. Dude, there was a killer in the house! A scary, creeper as killer that broke through the window, and was now crawling around. Yeah, that is exactly what she thought was happening, because some idiot was going to attack a bunch of teens during a storm. Or…..oh god. “It’s a G-Ghost! It's after our kidneys!” She muttered into his neck, finding it way too comfortable to lift her head. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE |
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jul 15, 2015 6:52:34 GMT
Words Outfit | The raindrops made him feel weird, he was almost worried. It was probably not going to end up improving matters if he wanted to be completely honest about this. It was probably not useful or helpful either way. Sighing lightly he was quite certain his stress had just gone up suddenly. Honestly he almost wondered what Electra was thinking. What she had going through her mind right now? Minus being startled by the storm outside and the lights being off. He would not end up liking it either but people didn't need to know that. He was supposed to be the strong one and Electra might kinda be relying on him. So of course Misha did not wish to be the reason she got upset. He'd bury his own fears into a dark bubble, about as dark as his hair if possible. She was important to him. Even if he'd originally just thought of her as a way to gain power. To become stronger to take down those bastards who fucked with him. Obviously Misha didn't want to deal with that. He had gotten over it when he started to see her as more then just some demon. No matter what people would say he didn't care or give a crap either. Only his opinion mattered and maybe her for a little bit. Or at least part of it but Misha kept those thoughts to himself. Typically he wanted to ask if she was really okay. If this whole thing was fine, she did seem scared after all. "What do you mean it's not true? I guess so, though I get the feeling he's going to fall hard and badly. Maybe I'm just imagining it." He was good at imagining those things. Always had been honestly. Misha hated being able to dream walk but he liked it too. It worried him sometimes but it erased a lot of worries to go away. So this would be okay? Right. She seemed okay minus a little startled by the thunder and the storm raging outside anyway. Misha didn't want to think about the fact that Iriel or anyone important to him would make mistakes. But those things happened, no way to avoid it or escape. No matter how he tried to do those things in the long run. Maybe for now he'd have to listen to Electra. She had a point no matter how he thought she didn't. Or how he wanted to think she didn't have one. It was a typical thing for him of course, usually at least. "Huh? I mean if you say so...I don't think it'll be bad. But I'll stay out of them for you, unless something happens. I wouldn't mind if you showed me them some day though okay?" Misha smiled, and tried to be a little understanding. At least this was going okay or he thought it was. The candle being blown out caught him off guard too. He squeaked and couldn't resist that it had happened. This whole situation had just gone ten times more awkward. He squeaked, she panicked and then it went from there anyway. "Just the wind Ele. Just the wind, hah it isn't any ghost after our kidneys. Just what movies have you been watching with Iriel jeez." He had to wonder but it probably wouldn't matter any in the long run either. They had just talked about these things. He didn't push her off though it made him blush a dark red. electra |
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Post by electra on Aug 6, 2015 18:24:35 GMT
WHY DON'T YOU PLAY WITH BOWS AND ARROWS? "T-The wind? Oh yeah! It was totally the wind. I-I was just messing." Electra closed her eyes as another roll of thunder vibrated through the house, causing it to shake slightly. It was harmless, just noise, but in a way it felt kind of powerful. It made her feel uncomfortable, yet also gave her a boost of confidence to keep talking. Even if she felt like a ragdoll resting her cheek against his shoulder. There was probably no need for her to be this ‘cuddily’….fuck it. It was a warm and fuzzy moment that she was going to savor like a teenage girl hyped up on chickflicks and ice cream. Let’s all be honest, it wasn’t going to last long, and he was only allowing it because she was a pansy who feared ghosts. “You know what I mean!” Ele chuckled, hesitantly pulling away to look back at him. “You definitely beat me in looks. You got the dark hair, the mysterious brown eyes, and you run around shooting guns!? Pshhh, I don’t know who wouldn’t fall for ya’! You’re like a young James Bond! I bet you can get anyone you want.” She finished her sentence with a calm grin, before a small shrug. “Me. I’m just…well….Me. I draw things on people and my hair is the color of cotton candy.” She let out another laugh to show she was making a joke of herself. But in all seriousness….he was a better looker and she doubted that she was prettier than other girls. Not that it bothered her, Ele was cool with the way she looked. It matched her funky personality. “As for Iriel…he will be fine! I’ll make sure to keep him safe.”When the boy mentioned her dreams, she tried her best to curtail the subject. “Well, you’d certainly find out my weakness…” she muttered, “Maybe one day.” Her magenta eyes looked away as she tried to avoid the thought that popped in her head. If he hopped in her dreams he would find a poor excuse for a demon who secretly dreamed of being human—years of rejection, and fewer years of silent affectionate desire for the very soul she was supposed to be stealing. Yeah, that wasn’t going to be a pretty walk in the park.
“Oh! The usual. The psycho surgeon, evil goats 2, and Weresheep the return of the lamb. Really crappy ones.” The demon replied, shivering slightly as anther gust of wind blew through the dorm. Maybe they should go check that out? Something just didn’t feel right about that crash. She stared out into the dark hall for a few moments, and then turned to find a sight she certainly wasn’t used to seeing. “You think we should go check that ou--Misha…..are you…..blushing?” A wide smile crept across her lips almost as she reached to poke his cheek. Hohohoho this was a fun sight to see. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE |
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Aug 7, 2015 20:06:38 GMT
Words Outfit | He didn't entirely like the thunder either but he'd been fighting in the storms a lot. So why would it even matter? At this point he'd just have to figure it out later on instead. For all he knew he'd just walk into something else later. The storm outside might lessen a bit before tomorrow, and the lights could come back on. Misha wasn't too worried but a demon being scared should scare him too right? Really he was just waiting for her to calm down a little bit, if anyone walked in then let them. As if he was going to care. He didn't need to dwell on this part now did he? It'd probably not improve matters anyway. Misha was already in over his head with this girl on him like this. She seemed so terrified even if she was a demon. It did not make sense yet at the same time it kinda did. What else was he supposed to say about this, how would it go for him? Would he mess up or succeed on things instead. Simple thoughts really, no matter how he looked at them. "Uh huh right, I totally do not. I am nothing like that, I just hunt people. Get anyone I want, not very likely. You have more luck then me I bet." He shrugged, Misha wasn't complaining too much about this situation, those his face still felt heated. Like he had a fever or had spent too much time in the hot sun which it was raining so that wasn't possible. "So maybe that might make you cute to someone. It doesn't bother me anyway. Plus...that hair suits you and stuff. You know whatever." He wasn't going to talk about this too much, after all that was weird. He'd come in here because he thought Iriel was in trouble. Or more so he knew he was in trouble. As much as he wanted to keep that a secret to himself. After all telling her only made her think he was being overly protective and paranoid which he was in a way but not entirely. She said she'd keep him safe but at that same moment he was concerned. He wanted to keep an eye on him too. "Oh really, weaknesses huh? Maybe I should take a leap and find out." He was teasing, this was amusing the idea of her dreams. Being able to explore them and all of that sounded like a plan to him. But of course she'd probably think of his invading her dreams differently. He tilted his head, her dreams sounded rather weird but hey let things do whatever they wanted. "I-I'm not blushing. Shut up, let's just go look if you really want to look." He shrugged again and tried to pretend he was not blushing. That he was not even nervous or anything. This couldn't be too bad right? At least one might think so, however he'd rather not talk about it either. That'd probably only stress him out further. Or her since she was the scared one.But looking around couldn't hurt them too badly. electra |
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