Post by Evangeline Malak on Jun 30, 2015 17:59:08 GMT
 Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream The night air seemed to freeze around the fallen angel as she stepped through the park. She had ran out of the dorm room so fast that she wasn't sure that Emmanuel knew she was gone. Emmanuel. That man was something to her, something she wasn't sure she could fully understand what that was. His soul and aura were so familiar to her he could have been someone from her past life but still she wouldn't know it just right off the bat. Pulling her sweater over herself tighter, she walked along the sidewalks in Central Park. The outside air seemed to temper the flared darkness within her. She had taken a walk through the city and nearly drowned within the emotions in it. Hate. Lust. Aggression. Sadness. It all affected her to the point of bringing her out. Evangeline's amber eyes looked off distantly at the sky. "I just wanted to love them, Father, why couldn't you let me do it my way?" Evangeline said to the sky, hoping her words were heard by God. She wanted to cry, but held everything in. That was her downfall, she kept everything in that bothered her till she exploded. She already felt like she was going to blow up any second due to all of the emotions she had absorbed earlier. Her powers as an angel were not greater than another in any respects, they were just different. She was once the angel of laughter and song, forever meant to sing for humanity and all of the other creatures within in to bring them happiness; but her love of humanity and her other worldly desires made her wings turn black and she fell hard to the earth. To this day she still wakes up in a cold sweat when she remembers her trial and eventual fall to earth. "I just wanted to love them..." Her whisper was shakey, she couldn't hold her emotions in much longer. Evangeline decided to flex her wings a bit, letting them breath a bit of fresh air. Since it was night, she figured nothing of it. Humans wouldn't notice, at least she hoped they wouldn't. Finding a nice secluded spot off of the way, Evangeline took off her sweater to stretch her shoulders a bit. To a human, it would look like she was merely just cooling off in the subdued heat that now presented itself at night. Distantly, Evangeline noted the differences between the old new york and this modern new york. It would have been improper of me to show so much skin. She noted to herself with a blush. The fallen angel, after she had fallen around 170 years ago, had wandered the earth and wanted to see all of its beauty. The one thing that made her curious was this school. She decided to join simply out of curiosity though she knew how to hide herself already from humans. Shuffling her wings gently, the black color soon presented itself on her back as she had taken off the shroud from them. Slowly, she extended their full length first behind her, then to the side. Her wings were large and even with the black coloring now on them, still looked soft. Her tanned skin stood out against them, allowing for her to show her full beauty in the moonlight overhead. Breathing in deeply, Evangeline tried to calm the beast within her, the entity that she is frightened of. The nightmare. It had presented itself when she had fallen and wandered into a human established place. When she was a pure angel, her powers wouldn't allow for her to keep the absorbed negativity and instead dissipated it within her leaving her harmless. However, when she fell, the innate power twisted and she had a hard time getting rid of the negative emotions she absorbed. Thus gave birth to the entity within her known to her as "dark Evangel". To explain, this power she has normally left those it affected quiet calm and happy, even laughing and singing, however, it only effects Eva differently now as she cannot get rid of her darkness so easily like before. Grimacing, she gave her wings a couple of flaps before just staying firmly on the ground. No flying. Not while the danger of herself was still so high. She had absorbed so much she wasn't sure what was going to happen. She had taken to accidentally destroying a classroom before when she couldn't stop the sudden flare of her power. Evangeline also extended her arms with her wings, stretching and finally feeling free as she can now stretch her wings properly. The dorm room can only do so well when she wasn't trying to hide her wings from Emmanuel as well as take into account the small space given. Breathing in deeply, Eva had absently tapped her heart with a finger, keeping time to it by singing a fast paced hymm sung in the language of angels. Her voice was light and cheery, but a dark feeling kept creeping into it, wanting to warp the hymm as well as the goodness she hoped it would bring her and perhaps the nature around her. She could feel her ready to spring within her soul. As scared as she was of it, she knew she had to at least try to keep her at bay. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jul 1, 2015 5:55:08 GMT
Words Outfit | Misha was only coming back from another hunt, the endless ones got really annoying. But of course with Iriel's dream bothering him Misha didn't know what to do. He felt sick to his stomach. As if nothing was going to work out in his favor either it seemed. Too bad, it was probably his own fault somehow and he'd learn to deal with it in the only way he knew how to of course. As the blue haired hunter walked through the park his arms crossed over his chest all he could do was debate about this. Debate about Iriel and just what was he was supposed to do. That boy had always been too reckless for his own good it seemed. And of course with that being said Misha didn't want to watch him fall hard or get hurt. Anything along those lines. At least for Misha the air was cold, and it made him feel a little bit better. But it did not end his anger or his frustrations. Or anything he was feeling. No in turn he was a bit better but it still made things worse and more frustrating. Just because he couldn't distract his own mind from it's darker thoughts. This was not even going to help. All he had to know was it'd end up making matters ten times worse and horrible to even handle from the very start of course. He didn't want to believe in the things he hunted but was there really any choice now. It was all there. And the longer he thought about it the worse it'd get. For that same moment he realized he'd arrived at a part of the park he hadn't been in awhile. "You know an angel would know not to show wings even now. Humans can wander this park at any moment." Misha said as he approached the fallen angel. The anger in his town was still there and there was no getting rid of it. No matter how hard he might try, Misha was just over pretending. Today was one of those he was over faking somethings day and people had to deal with it. No matter what they thought or what they wanted. It had to be dealt with somehow, that was that anyway. He didn't know much about angels but he was just frustrated. So he was speaking quickly and out of frustration. Maybe he could just take it out on someone, Misha hated thinking like that. But he wanted to punch Iriel, punch anyone else. Or someone else. Simple as that really. Nothing else to dwell on now. He might as well just get this all figured out later. For now he was just trying to get his anger out in the only way he knew how to. Evangeline Malak |
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Post by Evangeline Malak on Jul 3, 2015 4:43:15 GMT
Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream It was a natural process for her, take in the bad auras, the bad emotions, and thus bring about the peaceful ones. Her body did it automatically over and over again non-stop. Good. Bad. Good. Bad. Continuous processes of give and take went on with Evangeline. She could feel the pull of the dark Evangel deep within her soul; it started a pull on her, dragging her under while the Dark Evangel clawed her way out. Eva thought she was safe from the prying and curious eyes of the humans, the mortals to whom she loved dearly, but clearly she had picked the wrong spot. Her amber eyes flicked backwards towards the boy, her curiosity still present even as the Dark Evangel came into her soul. If God could see her now, would he cry over the loss of his once bright and warm angel? Cities were terrible, but Eva wanted to stay in New York. She felt she had to stay, as if fate were dragging her to stay chained to the school she was living at. Her wings flexed, feeling the muscles within them stretch and move as she shuffled them. Despite his words, the fallen angel kept them open and in plain sight. This Eva didn't care, she wanted to be seen for who she was and not have to hide. A shadowed chuckle came from the beautiful dark angel, her once kind-hearted grin turned fox-like and evil in a way. "Why should I care? Mortals already think of my kind as pure myth; I could simply be a figment of their imaginations." Evangel said with a smirk. She turned her body around to face the boy fully. Her regular school uniform showed she was a student, or at least she played a student at the school. Her amber eyes, which don't change with her sudden personality shift, leveled on the boy and immediately they dilated to somewhat large pupils then to small ones in a flash. She could feel it all. His hate, anger, his negative aura. It was all addicting for Evangel, but it hurt her as well. Wincing ever so slightly, she raised a hand to lightly hold her head a bit as she smirked darkly at the boy. "You are filled with hate and anger...you are poison." Her statement was simple, but it was not meant to offend, just merely pointing out the facts. He was poison for Eva, making him one of the people she should avoid. However, Dark Evangel is out now, and she doesn't like to do things according to Eva. Using her ability automatically, Evangel began to absorb the negative energy from him and purifying the air. Her dark wings shut slightly on her back, but then flexed back open when she felt a sharp pain to her side. Her hand automatically went there to use her healing abilities to quell the pain. "Shouldn't little boys like you be in bed? Surely it is way past your bed time." She was goading him on. As stated before, Dark Evangel is addicted to dark auras and feelings. Her amber eyes flashed as her grin emerged once again. "Run along, child, I have no time to play with you." Misha Tsarev ● words ● muse ● If I am wrong about Eva feels he is feeling, please tell me and I will change it. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jul 3, 2015 23:14:53 GMT
Words Outfit | He did not care much for the angels or the demons. Both of them acted as if they were above humans, just as the other species did. When a lot of them were also humans before they died. Well at least most of them. Perhaps a few rare were born angels, demons and nothing else. But who really knew. Misha just knew he was pissed off and wanted to forget everything that was bothering him. Of course the problem of running into an angel was the side effects. Or well not on his case. He did know his legends and how things went for the other species. But of course he was not going to complain right now. Let them do whatever they wanted. She should walk away and yet she didn't. So whatever happened next was not Misha's fault. At least he thought it wasn't. Misha never had a lot of faith in humans or other species. Iriel changed that a little and Electra changed it too. Though some species he still had a strong dislike of and others he just wanted to avoid instead. Maybe it wouldn't be bad to actually make friends but still did he really want to. Did he really want to risk letting any of these things happen around him. It wasn't like he knew what exact chaos it may bring. "Oh really, maybe so but how many humans will actually believe that now. With all those things lurking around. But you already know about that and probably don't care right?" Misha felt bad for taking his anger out on her. He knew he should have stopped but he couldn't bring himself to do it. This had been cooking for awhile and finally it boiled over. Sadly she had to be the one here to witness it. And he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to look her in the eye or apologize after this. After all he was fucking up big time, and he knew it. Angels could be quite the fickle little folk when they wanted to be. Misha couldn't help debating back up but the boy was already in over his head. Too late to back out now without the consequences anyway. She was a student at the school so one might think she'd know better. At least Misha thought she'd know better apparently he was hoping too much though. "And yet you are still standing here. Not that you know why I'm this way. Not that you angels would even bother since humans are beneath you aren't they?" He rolled his eyes and tried to resist grumbling. Angels were not on his fond list since he hadn't found many he liked. Honestly he could care less if she avoided him. He was not a fan at this point or perhaps his temper was just winning over everything else. It seemed more likely to be that anyway. He wanted to make her go away, perhaps he'd find it easier to just scare her off anyway. "Hah as if, I'm no child. Plus you aren't my mother, a bit too old for that." He let it slip out of his mouth, of course he was just being a little brat. He probably needed to stop and calm back down but too late. Evangeline Malak |
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Post by Evangeline Malak on Jul 4, 2015 22:17:49 GMT
Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream She felt his hatred and anger pour into her as if it were water flowing into a river. Why did she have to be like this? Couldn't she have been the angel of thursday or something? She sometimes wished she didn't have her powers as she did, wanting to just be a regular old soul along with the rest of some of her race. When she was a bright and pure angel in heaven, she was the angel of song and laughter, forever supposed to sing and bring joys to the humans on earth as God saw fit to let her. Evangel felt the better part of her soul, Evangeline, nudge her. It was a nudge the dark angel knew well enough by this point. Stop interfering, i'm talking with this child. Evangeline went silent, fear radiated from her inner core where the other half of the angel's soul resided. Evangeline was split into good and bad, yin and yang. Evangel, the worst part of the angel, came out when the limit of her body's capacity for negative energy was reached. Evangeline was the main soul, the good portion, and often dominated over the worst parts easily when she had a good hold. Despite his words, Evangel continued to smirk. She didn't care, she had heard far worse within her existence from souls far more sullied by sin and darkness than this boy showed. In a way, Eva was relieved by this, knowing that it wouldn't be so bad this time. Evangel wasn't as loving of humans as regular Eva was, but she figured she wouldn't cause anymore undue hatred to come her way though she wished for more. It would seem the better parts of the angel still showed through the dark ones. "Oh don't get me wrong, a little chaos is fun, but 'she' will get upset if I do anything untoward towards anyone around her. I can't even make any moves on that man she seems to have set her eyes one." Evangel rolled her eyes, not amused by how Eva doesn't just do things right away. "Humans are especially easy to manipulate if you know what buttons to push. A few misplaced memories here, a few suppressed memories there, and boom, one ignorant human coming right up." Evangel sighed, crossing her arms as her wings shuffled on her back. She wanted to fly, she wanted to keep her wings in the air and fly as high as she could to get to heaven before she was cast down again. God let me down, now I shall fight my way back into heaven even if it kills me... Now you know why Eva is so afraid to let Evangel roam free; she has no regard towards anyone other than whoever interests her. Evangel thought about it, but then decided to take one of Eva's mushy lines and give it to the boy. She shrugged, looking disinterested in the conversation though she was still participating. "Beneath me? Child humans are the reason I am the way I am. In a way, I am grateful." As if to add to her point, she held up her hand which held a glowing light within it. Light manipulation was her favorite power to have. The light separated into figures, human ones and a winged woman coming down from the heavens to quell the darker lights and turning them brighter while the winged woman turned black as she curled up on the ground. She gave no words for it, but let the light show continue. "I should thank you, for humans are the ones who broke my shackles to God and heaven. I can now do as my heart wishes and allow myself some measure of happiness." Evangel laughed now, amused at how back and forth she goes between hating heaven and yearning for it. "I stand here, Evangel, not Eva, because it is your poison that feeds 'me'. I am the misery, the hatred, the darkness that rests within each soul on earth. The angel who's body I am using is quite different. I am the corrupt angel Evangel." Since she still has some feelings towards Eva, the main half of the soul, she decided to tell the boy that she is not the angel whom she is seeing. If he was too confused, she wouldn't want to explain unless Eva nudged her to do so. However, his comment on her age made the dark angel snap. Even with her being an angel, you never tell a woman she is old. "While that is technically true, you never call a woman old! Poison child!" Evangel huffed, annoyed at this boy for only a fraction of a second before her mind quickly changed courses. That was how Evangel worked. She went from one emotion to another. Others who have seen her either call her "Dark Evangel" or the "Mad Angel Evangel"; both were names she wasn't exactly liking when she was Eva. She snapped her amber eyes towards the boy again, feeling his anger and hatred coming in waves towards her, feeding her. However, while the opposite is happening, she is also purifying the air around her, collecting all of the dark energy she has and keeping it stored within her body and not being able to get rid of it. "Why are you out here so late at night? You can't possibly be taking a walk, don't you have class?" Evangel, when she appeared, didn't go to class and would often keep Eva away from the school, her safe haven, as long as possible just to torture the fallen angel. "I don't think I remember seeing you in school, you know?" Evangel looked closer, trying to get a good look at his face. The light show had ended and only the dark light of the angel was showing, looking as if the small figure were in pain as it slowly faded from existence into the shadows. Misha Tsarev ● words ● muse ● She's a bit insane when like this. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jul 7, 2015 19:15:36 GMT
Words Outfit | Misha wanted just to forget all of this. Anything would make him feel better to completely honest, however it'd probably not make things any easier for him either. His life had been a whole mix of lame chaos. He didn't give a shit about what anyone thought if he wanted to be completely honest. It was not likely going to do him any good or really help at all honestly. This angel was a waste of his time to be around right now. Misha however decided not to say those things anyway. But of course he couldn't entirely walk away now. Seemed like this woman would go full on stalker and try to find him somewhere. Probably such a bad idea but still weird regardless. Misha wanted to go back to Iriel and Ele. Anyone was better than being here with this angel. Though he kept those thoughts to himself right now anyway. No matter how he managed to get himself to calm down anyway. Misha's mind was racing all over the place right now it seemed. Such a bad idea to even leave his room like this. She would have made him rest had she been there but Ele was not. He did not exactly trust many other people. At this moment he would just have to deal with it, and deal with the angel. Even though she was just egging him on further and further. If he didn't gain some control soon he might end up snapping at them. Though of course if he snapped at her maybe it wouldn't matter as much. "Her huh? So you are like one of those angels with two sides huh. Boy she likes, well sucks to be you I guess.Tied down by someone else? It must really suck." Not that he knew anything about that, he wasn't tied down was he? He was quite sure he wasn't no matter what some people said. Of course Misha had gotten himself into a lot of trouble lately it went over his head more often than not. Or at least he thought it did at first. Were humans that easy to manipulate? Well Misha hadn't be manipulated lately or so he thought. Of course people wouldn't think of him that same way. They probably saw him as the guy manipulated by a demon. Having Ele's power did him a lot of good though. He could save a lot of people that way. Which was all he wanted honestly. "Oh so you think, humans are not that easy to manipulate. you do not know everything little angel. Try to think about that next time before you say those things." Honestly should he really care, he was not like the other humans. He was so far from those other humans and would likely die as a result of that part. The hell was wrong with this girl? The way she acted was so freaking weird. Misha crossed his arms and stared at her with a confused and frustrated look. He did not even want to deal with the rest of this either way. It'd be stupid to be completely honest. This angel must have some rocks in her head or something, or perhaps she took a nasty hit to the head and died that way. Or something along those lines anyway. "Are they? well jeez someone had way too many sugary cereals. They must have rotted your brain. Humans breaking your shackles? I doubt that highly, usually humans are the ones who create shackles." He wasn't that concerned about all of this really. Her way of thinking was just way too weird for him to be completely honest. Corrupt Angel in a normal angel body? How did that even work? It was way too strange but of course species were weird to begin with. "Okay then, you angels are already weird as it is. So whatever corrupt angel and all that stuff." He was not that confused he just didn't care much to deal with it. Never had and never would honestly. Misha wanted to get rid of his anger. That would be a lot better for him, with Iriel setting him off a little sometimes. Poison child? Misha only shrugged and yawned. He was not tired but of course Misha was bored with this conversation now. "Like I care about class right now. I have other things in mind, like getting away from that hell hole. It's not like I really go or want to go. Why would an angel even go to school? Not like they need to." He shrugged, School was boring anyway. He was only here to make sure supernaturals didn't kill the humans. Her little light show was impressive for a moment but he was over it now. Evangeline Malak |
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Post by Evangeline Malak on Jul 18, 2015 3:21:44 GMT
Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream Evangel felt the tug of her other 'self' as she looked at the boy. Eva was not pleased with how things were turning out and quite frankly she was starting to fight back to expell the negative emotions within her more quickly so she could go back to how she normally was. Evangel sighed outwardly, the pure of heart side of herself was annoying, but she understood why Eva was so upset. This boy was dangerous, at least to how much she could tell by his emotions. Even Evangel didn't want to stand around chatting to a human most of her night. If letting Eva get her way meant getting away from this human boy, then she wasn't opposed to it. Evangel stood back and thought about the boys words on what she had told him. It was true that there were two sides of the fallen angel Evangeline, but the one thing that the both of them never find out is which of them is the true personality. Eva is dominate, but Evangel is more direct. "I suppose that is what you could call us, but it's really more complicated than that." Evangel's wings shuffled, the black feathers blending into the night sky above them. "It's not as bad as one might think. She handles the people, I get to have all the fun." Evangel looked around, keeping watch and making sure that no other humans came around. If she was to expell all of the negative energy, then she should at least do it in a way that doesn't give up her identity. Her amber eyes looked back over to the boy, interested, but if he went right now she wouldn't really care. The way the boy carried himself made her want to laugh at his ignorance. Evangel wasn't the best person to talk to about keeping humans happy, since she was created by the mortal's negative energy in the first place, so him questioning whether it was easy to manipulate humans or not was really not a question that she had a problem with. Evangel was not above using others for her own purposes. Eva, however, didn't like to use people like that at all. Like night and day. "You speak as if you are higher than I, but really you humans are the lowest on the food chain. So the next time you call me 'little angel' know who helps humanity along from above." Evangel smiled at the boy, but the smile wasn't kind, it was a warning. "And yes, I do think humans are easy to manipulate. They feed their own desires above all else and through those desires they can be controlled if one knows just the right desires. I'm sure even you carry yourself on your desires, little boy." Evangel finally yawned, the negative emotions now starting to seep out of her in harmless waves as the air around her was then purified and made everything lighter. At hearing his next words, Evangel merely laughed lightly as her amber eyes danced in their own amusement. He was a stupid boy who didn't understand much, she figured. "There is more than one way to break shackles, you know. You can't understand, and I don't fault you for it, so i'll let your mind just stay confused." She shrugged. If he couldn't understand, she didn't care. Humans were simple creatures anyway. She shook her head for a moment and then laughed yet again. "Look, you don't have to understand." She didn't say much more on the subject but instead figured that she should get get going so that she could sneak back into the dorm room and at least pretend to be sleeping. Surely Emmanuel couldn't be awake at this hour still. Evangel moved from foot to foot lightly as she held her hand out in front of her. She wanted to at least get some fun in before she had to go back. A small ball of light that was subdued in her hand formed, pulsing lightly. "Why do you have that aura about you that poisons and feels rather murderous? We all do things that others cannot fathom, best not to worry about it if you can't keep up." She avoided the question because she could not answer it. With that, Evangel rushed forward with her wings open slightly to catch the wind. The ball of light in her hand was harmless, but she wanted to at least have some fun before she had to go back. "Let's play tag, you're it!" Evangel's mouth twisted into a dark grin, the light pulsing in her hand to brighten and hopefully momentarily blind the boy while she jumped over him to hopefully lightly tap his head. "Catch me if you can!" Evangel's black wings snapped open in midair as the air current caught it. She was raised high but then dropped low as she flew close to the ground, speeding towards the dorms. Misha Tsarev ● words ● muse ● She's a bit insane when like this. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Aug 8, 2015 7:25:20 GMT
Words Outfit | Misha needed to learn to control his negative emotions but it was just so hard, it'd always been so hard for him. No matter how he looked at it. He tried to improve things and make them different. But it didn't work out so well. It was why he was so mad right now, why he felt that swirling black cloud in his body. It was just something he wanted to get rid of too. Could he just not feel those things? "I bet it's complicated. Everything is complicated with all of us. You angels aren't the only ones." He was not lying. Humans were confusing, the other species were complicated and confusing. It was almost not pleasant to think of. Of course Misha spent a lot of time killing these other species when they disobeyed. The rules that were broken had always been repaired. Mostly by the blood on his hands anyway. "If that is what you think. In the end it's whatever you want to do. I don't think I care." As long as no one he knew was being harmed by her, she could do whatever he wanted. He had not been given any orders about angels. Maybe his superiors didn't know? Or they didn't care. Why would an angel have two sides though? It confused him now that he thought about it. But Misha was all for learning new things every day. The species could be fascinating even if they were rather weird or creepy. Misha was a murderer and so were most of the other species but he still found them interesting to learn and study. When he didn't have to kill the stray one that was feasting on humans or worse. Misha felt like he should be concerned by her, but too late. He was already out here. It'd not help if he tried to do anything else. Other then fight her or walk away. Misha really was sure he wanted to just walk away from this place, and away from her. It seemed rather pleasant to do. Too bad she wouldn't likely give him that chance even if he tried. "Oh I know I'm not higher then you. But it seems I do have more self control then you do. Letting your darkness take you over so quickly? Aren't you supposed to be all high and mighty. A strong angel." Not that it mattered, he'd figure this out later. For now he was just running his mouth without a care in the world of course. Yes humans were weak creatures sometimes. Quite a few of them were not though, Misha was only partially stronger then others. He had his weak moments as much as he hated to admit. "Whatever, I might have moments like that but I am not like many of those humans. And with the right push they'd probably be able to get past that. If anyone wanted to try." Not that it mattered, she'd believe whatever she wanted to believe and he knew it to begin with. She almost annoyed him but of course he had to just pretend it didn't matter. Focus on something else, like the things about Iriel he needed to work on. "What if I want to understand though? I hunt creatures that aren't supposed to exist. So what else is there that could startle me. Not that much. H-huh what?! Why are we playing tag? Jeez at least you could not use the wings but whatever." He didn't get why he even went along with this. It seemed like a bad idea but he was still going along with it. She was flying low to the ground and going towards the dorms. Evangeline Malak |
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