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 Posted: Tue Aug 06, 2013 8:16 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 23, 2013 6:21 pm
 François Villon Villon took the first step on the hot and dry ground. Odd, how just on the other side of the mountain was a cold lake town, and here lay a barren waste of burning land. "Salamence," He let out his dragon. He patted its rough and dry skin, turning to his followers. His cloak flew with the sharp turn, and his mask hid the fire in his eyes. "We are going to the heart of the desert--where only the dragons know how to find it." He passively explained his reason for calling out his pokemon, and the long trek ahead. "If you fall behind, you will be left behind. I cannot afford the fate of my perfect new world to be delayed or lost to any single person or pokemon. But know that your sacrifice will be written and made known through the ages to come even after now." He noted his disregard--unsympathetic to the weak or the lost. "If you get separated, no dragon will come for you. I cannot afford to spare it." With that last remark, he turned back and began to walk.
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Vivi vampire Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 4:52 am
╔┙ɗɑгɳєʆʆ ʆєɗɢєг┕╗ Θ Come inside and be afraid
Of this impressive mess I've made
If you take a look now you will find
I have thrown away my vice
Done away with paradise
See what's going on inside my mindΘ  ╙────────────────────╜ Darnell was ready to work, Dagon at his side as the king began his speech. Darnell had nothing to fear. Hell, one of his jobs required a mastery of tracking and following. All he needed was Dagon to help him keep up. " We will follow you to the very end, my king." With that, Darnell took his mask and placed it on, the information relayed to him via a digital display inside (built by himself) showed him wind speed and direction as well as heat patterns, watching Villon's and his Salamence's. This was shaping up to be an interesting time. Having been enlightened as to why they wasted their presence on such a pathetically small and unimportant town and now going out to serve his king once more, Darnell felt pretty good about this day. Of course, he had to watch Butler. The witless man who had attacked a student a while back. Now it's become town news thanks to rumors flying about like a flock of blind Pidgey. Darnell kept his two guns, Rage and Fury, under his coat. They were both fully loaded with extra revolver speed loaders and magazines filled and at the ready. He hoped it wouldn't be worth the trouble to pull either out, though he wouldn't hesitate, especially seeing as it was Villon's command to kill him in the first place. Well... Only if Butler tried to betray them or interfere with their king's progress again... ╓────────────────────╖  Lucer xxx Mikael xxx  Dagon  Armo xxx Mila xxx Molag xxxΘCome inside now, I implore
Do you think you can restore
The crucial pieces missing from my brain
What seems to be the matter dear
Why do you cry and shake with fear
I've only had the best dub me insaneΘ ╚┑ʆσгɗ σғ ʗʆʋъʂ┍╝
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 9:31 am
Who am I…? Well, just call me ßutlєг
♠ I am the Lord of Spades. ♠
Pray, I'll give you that much time. All the evil that you've done up to now...
The past couple of days were very rough for Butler. While he was successful in his mission, the quick skirmish (if you could even call it that) with the Prince’s mother took a large toll on Butler’s body.
(Flashback)
Butler was immediately pushed back by a strong psychic energy along with his Pokemon. He had little time to react to the attack as he was flung against a large shard of rock that was torn up by the earthquake attack. The point pierced the man’s back, reopening an icy scar. The pain was immense and unbearable. Butler screamed in agony, remembering the initial pain that the would brought when he first acquired it. It was his achilles’s heel, or at least one of them. The second is mothers. Butler was the black sheep of his family and never got along with his parents.
Lo and behold it seemed that the person who initiated the attack on the masked man was none other than the Prince’s mother. Could things become any worse for him. The words that she shouted at Butler were drowned out by the sound of an incoming dragon attack - the all powerful Draco Meteor. Blade, without hesitation, jumped in front of Butler’s body and took the attack head on, which knocked Butler’s bulkiest Pokemon out in a single shot. Butler, rapidly losing blood, used the rest of his energy to return his friend before passing out. Smear then took the trainer by the hand and teleported him to safety.
(end flashback)
After the end of that battle Butler was physically unable to travelling. With the help of his Pokemon he was able to heal himself to the point where he was able to move with less pain than before and the wound had stopped bleeding and started to heal. It was just returning to Villon after being sent on his mission. It was quite tough to find a man without a steady base, yet Smear was able to spot him near the desert which is where Butler was just about to teleport to.
Butler and Smear appeared in the desert next to the leader of Basilius Imperium - Villon, and his fellow lord, the Lord of Clubs Darnell. Out of all of the lords, Darnell was the most like Villon - a serious man who seemed to have his panties wedged far up his a** at all times. Yet Butler respected the power that both Villon and Darnell had. Darnell was a bounty hunter and one of the best in the business. His specialty was killing criminals, which Butler found was very ironic that he was a higher up for a group of thieves.
He looked to the two men and then bowed, as much as it pained him to do so. His body would still need more time to recuperate from getting the keys.
“My great king, I come to you with the gift of two fine relics,” Butler said with his most humble and grateful voice. He knew that he was on Villon’s s**t list still and he didn’t feel like staying there much longer. “It was very challenging to obtain these and I’m pretty sure you put two and two together with the news, but “Ephidel” won’t be making an appearance for a long time, don’t you worry.”
Butler revealed the two relics from inside his cloak and kneeled down, holding both of them in his hands and presenting them to Villon. The man would probably eat this up.
Butler the felt a pulse in his body - a strong wave a pain surged through him.
‘Damn it not right now...well...looks like bonding time’s over Oni, I should have enough energy to move on my own for a bit, you rest as well,’ Butler thought. As he did, a purple aura surrounded Butler’s body. The aura took the outlined shape of a Gengar and then proceeded to move into Butler’s shadow, before taking on the physical appearance of a Gengar.
“I am very sorry about that my lord. An old injury of mine reopened and I’m still having trouble with moving. Oni has been nice enough to possess my body for me to move for brief periods of time while I’m still recuperating. Again, don’t worry too much about it, I will not stand in the way of your grand plan.”
Repent it, and sleep. Pokemon:_____________________ 100% 100% 100% 100% 100% 100%
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Vivi vampire Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 9:59 am
François Villon Villon paused to look down at his incompetent lord. He was like a dog dragging its hind around and looking for its master's approval. "Yes... I heard even from my personal estate on the far side of Adell that you attacked children," His tone was sarcastic, unamusing and dry. "Tell me, which one put up the bigger fight? The little boy? Or the little girl?" Snickering could be heard in the crowd of suits and lords. "It must have been rather stupendous! Taking two long months to deliver such trivial things..." He ripped the pendant from its chain, and the centered jewel from the sword before tossing them aside. "What was that you mentioned before? I believe you boasted that night about how I was the blind, and that you were perfectly aware of where these pawns were," He raised up his own ominous crest from around his neck. The eerie glow shimmered from its dark gem, responding to the presence of the others.
"I have to wonder if your sloppy behavior is by accident, as a result of clear incompetence, or if you deliberately let yourself become exposed. I find myself questioning your loyalty..." He reached out an empty hand, expecting a quick response and growing more impatient with Butler's delay. "Your smeargle," He demanded. "If your loyalty is without question, there should be no reason to hesitate handing it to your king's need." His eyes made a slow glance at Darnell, waiting to see what would be handed off first: The pokemon, or the trainer.
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 10:39 am
Who am I…? Well, just call me ßutlєг
♠ I am the Lord of Spades. ♠
Pray, I'll give you that much time. All the evil that you've done up to now...
‘Nothing seems to be good enough for this b*****d. I mean seriously, if I wanted to be around assholes I would’ve stayed home. Christ sometimes the price of knowledge and money is far beyond the cost of dealing with the prima donnas,’ Butler thought as he slowly stood up after Villon reprimanded him.
“To answer your question it was neither the Prince nor the Princess. They are quite weak to be honest. The Prince’s mother on the other hand is a very powerful and famous trainer. She got me off guard and well…” Butler said, cutting off his speech to take his cloak off. Underneath the cloak he was wearing only pants that were held up by a belt. A shirt was too uncomfortable to him to wear underneath the cloak while in the desert.
Once the cloak came off Butler turned around to show Villon and the other members that were present a large round scar that was outlined by an icy blue. It was a large icicle that first gave him the wound, and a jagged rock that reopened it. Butler put his cloak back on his body and finished what he was saying.
“I’m sorry that I was too busy trying to bring myself back to life...again…” Butler was overall annoyed by the way he was treated by Villon. It felt great to show the man that people had their own agendas to attain to - the world didn’t just revolve around him. Yet the way things were looking, Butler would have to put on his actor pants and see past Villon being a jerk. At least he was making things interesting for Butler’s life.
“As for your use of Smear, it’s perfectly fine. Smear’s quite a useful Pokemon with many tricks up his sleeves...err...fur…” Butler said. Smear looked up at Butler, giving his trainer a look that said “do I really have to” to the trainer.
“Don’t worry my friend, I’ll be just fine. We have friends here who can help me. Now you just do me and Villon proud,” Butler said while smiling under his mask. He pet Smear’s head before the Pokemon ran over to Villon, standing at attention in front of the man.
“As ‘incompetent’ as I can be it seems that I still am of use to you it seems. I hope that we can just put all of this bullshit behind us and just start working together to reach your goal your majesty.”
Repent it, and sleep. Pokemon:_____________________ 100% 100% 100% 100% 100% 100%
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Vivi vampire Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 11:15 am
François Villon Villon began to laugh at Butler. Such arrogance from such a lowly bloodline, and such naive remarks to come from his mouth. He recalled the normal type into its pokeball, taking a odd looking piece of metal. It was almost like a drop claw from an arcade game, but thicker and more tightly fitting around the smeargle's pokeball. Villon locked it away, tossing it to Darnell while holding onto the tiny key. "You continue to surprise me with stupidity," He said aloud. "The prince and princess?" He continued his mocker and laughter. "What prince and princess? Of Spain? Japan? You have romantic ideas about my grand quest." The snickering and whispered mockery continued in the sea of suits.
"Or maybe you ran into that crazy old lady in the library? Attacking children and listening to hoax tellings from a woman who's cats are her babes? Those two... Have been dead!" His tone changed quickly. "Do you take me for a simple minded fool? Those guardians have been dead since before the ages worth writing. And not one person can remember what they looked like! Some say that Caomhe was a beauty with hair silver as starlight. Others that she was a valkyrie--a woman's equal to Thor in Norse myths. Or, did you happen to see him too? How delightful! No one remembers what they looked like, and where they hailed from. And I have no use for delusional lords..."
His eyes narrowed from behind his mask, reaching over slowly and taking Butler's own mask to toss to his dragon--promptly shattering it in its jaws. "I no longer have a need for a lord of spades." Butler had been disgraced and demoted.
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 11:33 am
ɪ=Nitemare  ╔════════════════════════════════════════╗
Savannah was dress to hit the sun and desert terrian with Sandy and Tank at her side as well as Gigi. She wasn't late per say but really it was mostly her getting over her disdain of the desert since she left her town for a reason. But if it was what the Lord wanted, she would do what had to be done. Tank was her ride as she appeared where Villon told them to appear. Apparently it was a 'you're slow, you're lost' type of trail and she rather not get lost.
When she appeared, she saw Darnell, Villon and Munro. Only it was Villon and Munro that were talking. She bit her lip. Those two talking together was never a good thing. Patting the side, Tank took that as a signal to hurry up. When she appeared, it was when Villon had Smeargle at his and was throwing Munro's mask to the dragon pokemon that with the Lord.
"My Lord." Savannah said as she jumped off of Tank. "What's happening? Aren't suppose to be going somewhere?"
She looked from Villon to Munro. "Butler? What is going on here?"
╚══════════════════════════════════════════╝ Team:
Sparkle Sandy Tank Bo Gigi
Mood:
Attire:
OOC:
You cannot run away
ɪ keep dragging you into my nightmare,
ɪ keep running, running but there is no end to this nightmare,
Λ ll efforts to waking up are in vain
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 11:53 am
   Jasoη мikeℓ Λngelι  Jason looked at his fellow Lord, the only one not laughing. A part of him felt really bad for him, but the other half couldn't bring himself to openly comfort his friend, at least not in front of Villon. Jason Angeli wasn't an instinctually bad guy, and though he understoof where Villon was coming from, the good inside of him felt his heart reach out to Butler. But he remained silent throughout the public demotion and thorough humiliation. Even when Villon took Butler's Smeargle, he kept shut while everybody laughed. Maybe he wasn't as good-hearted as people thought he was, or maybe he was just trying to save his own skin? Either way, Jason Mikel Angeli felt absolutely terrible, like he was the biggest jerk in the whole wide world for not standing up for Butler... But that would mean receiving the same treatment, if not worse.
Floating beside him, Osiris the Glalie was sent out of its Pokeball for the trip into the desert. While everybody else was going to deal with the wicked sandstorms and terrible weather of the desert... Ha! Inwardly, the blond-haired man laughed at them all for not thinking ahead. Infact, the only thing Jason said the entire time was, "Osiris, usus Chorós Vrochí̱s." It was no more than a quiet murmur, and right on cue, the Glalie's eyes glowed and an orb of blue energy formed at its mouth. The orb was released into the air, and storm clouds formed above Jason and his single Pokémon, protecting them from the more dangerous sandstorm. And, in order to keep himself from getting wet, Jason pulled out his umbrella and opened it.
Now, he was freed from the sandstorm and Butler had been demoted infront of everybody. What a splendid way to start off any journey.  _____________________________________________Pokemon: Attire: Lord Uniform.
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 12:40 pm
Who am I…? Well, just call me ßutlєг
♠ I am the Lord of Spades. ♠
Pray, I'll give you that much time. All the evil that you've done up to now...
Butler’s face showed nothing but rage, devastation, and hopelessness. He was embarrassed by Villon in front of all of Basilius Imperiums suits. He was stripped of his title and demoted. But what hurt most of all was that his best friend was not by his side anymore - he was stripped of his teammate.
Butler watched silently as Villon continued to degrade the man, stripping him of his mask and throwing it towards the Salamence who destroyed the mask. It was the first time in a while where Butler’s face was bare. His long, ebony hair fell over his face, covering his glaring golden eyes. Butler reached into his cloak and took out another mask - a new one that he made during his time in the Kalos region a few years back.
The mask new mask was a simple golden color with three bold lines that met in the middle, looking like a “peace symbol” with the bottom section missing, leaving his chin and mouth bare. At the intersection point of the three lines were three white circles, each bordered by a ring of gold. Around the eye slits were a thin ring of a royal purple.
While reaching for his mask Butler brushed over the book that told him of the Prince and Princess. Was the book wrong? It couldn’t be. The two people that he got the relics from looked like the prince and the princess almost to a tee. Yes, there were some physical differences, but it was like a ninety percent match; and they had the relics!! Did Butler have information that Villon did not have? Was their a missing piece to the puzzle that Butler had the key to. His heart raced at the fact of sharing this with Villon. Maybe he would get Smear back. Then, at the same time, if everything went as planned, Butler would have his Pokemon back. Everything would work out just fine.
Butler looked around at all the masked laughs. They thought that his suffering was all a joke to them - a little comedy show. Butler wanted to kill them all, and he quite as easily could of...if he had Smear on him. Yet now he was powerless.
The only person who did not laugh was Jason - who was not only his teammate but his friend. Butler understood why Jason did not move or speak up, it was not in the man’s nature to cause a commotion, especially when opposing a narcissist like Villon who currently held all the power. Butler would not want anything to happen to him. Jason’s action of not laughing was support enough.
Another mask he failed to see was Savannah’s. While Butler wondered where she was during “make fun of Butler time”, she ran up to the group from behind. It seemed that she lagged behind. The girl first asked Villon what was going on and then asked the same question to Butler.
“...Let Villon explain everything to you, it’s all just too much…” Butler said as he took the girl’s hand in his. He hadn’t seen her in two months and felt absolutely ashamed that the first chance he got to see Savannah was after he was stripped of almost everything.
Repent it, and sleep. Pokemon:_____________________ 100% 100% 100% 100% 100% 100%
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 5:05 pm
╔┙ɗɑгɳєʆʆ ʆєɗɢєг┕╗ Θ Come inside and be afraid
Of this impressive mess I've made
If you take a look now you will find
I have thrown away my vice
Done away with paradise
See what's going on inside my mindΘ ╙────────────────────╜ Darnell caught the pokeball and placed it in his long coat, watching Butler's humiliation go even further. Demotion. How pitiful. This man's ignorance to his own actions cost him his title. Savannah approached, asking about what was going on. Darnell simply smiled to her. " He was just facing the consequences of his carelessness in his actions. We remain silent and hidden until our king commands it. He made no such effort so far and now he's paid the price." He could see the look in Butler's eyes which made him keep his hand near Rage and Fury under his coat. (short post but in a bit of a hurry. sorry guys) ╓────────────────────╖ Lucer xxx Mikael xxx Dagon Armo xxx Mila xxx Molag xxx ΘCome inside now, I implore
Do you think you can restore
The crucial pieces missing from my brain
What seems to be the matter dear
Why do you cry and shake with fear
I've only had the best dub me insaneΘ ╚┑ʆσгɗ σғ ʗʆʋъʂ┍╝
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 12:00 pm
 Felix Albear
"It is prudent that we all arrive on time," Felix looked down at Savannah from atop his arcanine. He fussed with a mask in his hand, flipping it repeatedly as though he were to investigate it. It was not unlike his king's, but not the same. It weighed heavy, like armor, and felt cold like his own heart. He followed Villon in the hope of reversing that. Still, he couldn't help but glance back one last time, wondering if she was still there. He wondered about her often--more than he'd admit to, more than he realized. "Our king has made it clear," He looked back ahead dutifully. "Those who lag will be left. It would be a great shame for a key-barer to fall before our dream is fully realized..." There wasn't any intentional thread in his tone. He had no interest in squabbles, only that his king would bring them a better world--where such pettiness is unheard of. "And you may want to shelter your skin. The desert has no favorites among humans." He looked back at his lord, deciphering what he might have meant: 'where only the dragons know how to find it...' Looking down at arcanine's head, he made a mental note to find a dragon if time could be spared. If his king required it, then it would be done.
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Vivi vampire Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 12:21 pm
François Villon Villon chuckled, leisurely taking butler's "back up" mask. "Silly boy," He tsked. "Pawns have no secrets from their kings. Munro, you are stripped of mask and title." He whistled quickly after, dropping the mask in sand and having no intentions of letting it surface from the sand again. "You disappoint me Munro," And there it was, Butler's name was out in the open. "Oh yes. I know who you were. Or were you under the impression I blindly accepted you so near to me?" His eyes shined like cold steel daggers from being his mask.
The reason behind the mask wasn't to keep an identity secret or to be fashionable. Villon loved himself, wanting his escapes and his name to be known and popularized. The mask was only a symbol. A symbol of a threat unseen. When you can't read your opposing person's face, how do you discern the friend from the foe? The mask represented fear and power. Fear of never knowing honesty from deceit of the person behind the mask, and power for being the only one knowing. It was the whole reason his closer minions had the privilege of concealing their face. But for a low rank... he wanted to see them clearly, and know when their usefulness had run out.
"Dog! Here boy!" He tossed Munro's mask to Felix. "You can take his rank. Until I have something more suitable for you. A suicide task, perhaps?" He laughed again. The tone was serious, the laughter in mocking, but the mask concealed Villon's true thoughts. Without a second glance back, he climbed atop his dragon, never fearing that the sand and heat would find him unfavorable. Fire and sand cannot kill a dragon. Now it was a test to see who was strong enough to stay beside him. Who had chosen and trained wiseley, who would be left after the heat and the storms and the sinking of the desert's traps below its surface.
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 12:43 pm
ɪ=Nitemare ╔════════════════════════════════════════╗
Savannah looked around as some of the crowd was laughing. Why were they laughing. Was there some joke that she wasn't apart of. She didn't like it. She looked at the new mask that Munro was wearing. Why was he wearing it? When Munro told her to ask Villon and took her hand, she held onto it.
Her attention was placed onto Darnell, telling her that Munro was facing consequences for his carelessness. Now he was paying a price. She squeezed his hand, unsure about what was happening. Did Villon do something to Munro's status. Now she wished that she was onto time in order to know what was happening.
Then the mutt, Felix appeared. Savnannah found herself puffing up her cheeks when he started to reprimand her and her tardiness. She wasn't that late. Seriously he was making seem like she didn't know how to handle herself in this condition.
"Hey mutt.." Savannah said, trying her hair into a small ponytail, "I know more about this type of climate than you seem to realize. I grew in this type of weather, pretty boy." Savannah patted Tank's side with her free hand. " I can handle this. Can you?"
Then Savannah felt it. Water dropping down from the sky instead of feeling the sand hitting her. Suddenly Villon spoke as he took the mask off Butler's face. Her eyes widen when she heard that he was stripped of his title. He was a pawn... and his title was giving to Felix instead. She could hear him laughing. She didn't have long to react as Villon hopped onto his pokemon. It looked like he was ready to leave out. Savannah jumped onto her Scolipede. Sandy and Gigi remained at Savannah's side as well.
╚══════════════════════════════════════════╝ Team:
Sparkle Sandy Tank Bo Gigi
Mood:
Attire:
OOC:
You cannot run away
ɪ keep dragging you into my nightmare,
ɪ keep running, running but there is no end to this nightmare,
Λ ll efforts to waking up are in vain
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 2:35 pm
Who am I…? Well, just call me ßutlєг
♠ I am the Lord of Spades. ♠
Pray, I'll give you that much time. All the evil that you've done up to now...
It took a universes worth of self control to stop Butler from killing Villon on the spot as the man took his mask and tossed it away. He was so close, it would have only taken a second for his knife to slash his throat, and another second just to behead the man. Though what would he gain from that? It was pointless.
The disrespect continued even further as Villon freely used his name Munro. If there was a line to be crossed, Villon had crossed it twenty times over. Insult to injury, the team’s dog, Felix, was immediately appointed to the Lord of Spades. Butler wondered what the hell Villon was on. When if came to strength, Butler could crush him - physically and in a Pokemon battle. There wasn’t even any competition. This was the ultimate low. Villon then spoke of giving a “suicide task” to Butler. He couldn’t take it any longer, it was all too much!!
“You’re a blind man Francois!! Butler yelled at the man, clenching his fists. If he was going to be called his real name, so should Francois. “You can send me on a suicide mission and I will succeed and live! I not like one of your dogs; I am strong!” Butler continued. He was sick of Villon and just wanted to prove a point. He wanted the man to bring his absolute worst.
Repent it, and sleep. Pokemon:_____________________ 100% 100% 100% 100% 100% 100%
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