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 Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 8:00 pm
(Until I make a fancy post-style for chapter openings and 'synopsis' tellings, this initial post will have to do. Unless someone wants to take that task off my hands. I'm not a pro at photoshop afterall.... >.>; Play will continue here!) A darkness has come to Storybrooke.... creatures long thought forgotten and buried away in memory have been surfacing throughout the town, and the streets have been invaded by the Shades. A mysterious new stranger has taken up residence in the land, and seems to have some prior acquaintances here, despite hardly anyone recognizing him. Belle has taken shelter with some of the townsfolk in the Library, but even she has been touched by old, deep magicks. It seems no one is immune now that Power has been returned to Storybrooke, but there are deeper concerns ever still. The magic is being drained away, siphoned from points in the town and fed to a stone with a great and terrible purpose.
Across town, an old rivalry hangs suspended for the time, as a frightening young boy with a dark past recovers from a recent battle with a Shade which left poor Granny's Diner flooded and falling apart. Does Merlin know this boy? What sort of connection is there to the wizard and his forsaken kin? With the boy unable to reveal any of his hidden thoughts, who is to know? Holed up under Belle's care in the library, the boy struggles within his own mind to keep the darkness at bay and return to his own mind.
The very town itself could be torn asunder....which side are you on?
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 8:16 am
The Queen of Hearts
Cora Mills   Be careful to whom you give your heart, because when you give your heart to someone... Even in her facade, Cora was never one to run into a situation without planning any possibly outcomes--of course, all to her benefit. One thing was for sure, killing two birds with one stone will hold true to its metaphor. At the ready to lead outwards, she stopped as she leaned into towards her first step but never took it. Seeing that Rumpelstiltskin in his true form--none of this cursed facade--a smirk came from the little girl. "You clever imp. Hope you stay that way long enough." The words came by as a whisper, knowing it would not be so loud to be audible due to the Shades. Hearing the screeches of her pets, the smirk turned to near cheshire grin; knowing full well they will be out on their hunt for the ones that destroyed their fellow brethren.
Pulling herself back briefly, it was not time to focus on the Shades or how much magic will be exposed once she takes that precious Belle and innocent Daniel away. It was time to hone in once again the child she seemed to be. Closing her eyes carefully, she needed to think to herself to be scared. It was so hard to do with the occasional screeches piercing through the air--as those were music to her ears. Intentionally hyperventilating herself, she finally let out her own scream of fear--and coming from the mouth of a young child, it was easy to tell it was fear.
Stumbling herself out of the alleyway and onto the main street, the little girl fell onto the ground and looked back in fright. Too difficult to pick herself back up, she started to crawl as fast as she could before doing her best to stand up, but only to fall once again. Water started to swell in those innocent brown eyes, knowing one word would get their attention oh-so-well. "Mommy!" Looking around in a panic before looking back to the alleyway, doing her best to convince the group she is quite lost and scared....you’re not only giving that person the right to love you back, but also the power to hurt you. { OoC: Ya ta! }
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 8:52 pm
 "Your eyes can be so cruel, just as I can be so cruel...."
.......¬ J A R E T H ⌐
location:dreamweavers gift shoppe
company:vivianne (mizumi)
form:human
mood:a little relieved, anxious, concerned
thoughts:"She's up to something...."
Despite her seeming 'amusement', Jareth was anything but. Shades in their old world? No big deal. It was their natural habitat, and there were plenty of ways to ward them off and defeat them. But here? This cozy little town full of re-awakened enchanted forest dwellers? He very much doubted the likes of 'Mary Margaret' as she had come to call herself had encountered such a being. He would be surprised if even Snow White had ever come across one. They were a reclusive and dwindling species even in Fairy Tale land. It was rare to stumble upon even one, let alone an entire pack of them! These ones seemed ravenous and starved...
Someone had gathered them; hoarded them for a purpose. Save for Rumplestiltskin, and someone long and best forgotten in his mind, he knew of no one that would be that malevolent or black-hearted. Jareth closed his mismatched eyes and listened intently to the sounds on the wind. He could head screaming, footsteps, and hurried cries heading in a particular direction. It made sense. Gather to a central location and come up with a plan. Typical of humans, yet in this case, the smartest thing to do. If they were running around scattered and few, the Shades would pick them off one-by-one. Standing together united would give them chance.
Jareth turned slowly, glancing down at Mizumi and reached out, caressing softly along her cheek and chin. "I really don't think it's best for you to stay out here right now, my dear. The townsfolk are amassing at the library, it would be wise for us to join them....if nothing more perhaps they could benefit from our....'expertise'."
It was then that he noticed something about her. Something almost familiar for lack of a better word. Her human form left him slightly stricken as he stood there and his hand lowered to curl around her own. Almost as if he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. He knew the Queen of Morraine was more than capable of looking after herself, but seeing her disguised in this fragile human flesh was haunting him in ways he could not explain. Was he.....? Could he...? Was the Goblin King actually and genuinely worried about her? Not that he would particularly enjoy admitting it, and so he said nothing more, but those odd eyes stared intently at Vivianne. Jareth would not be reduced to begging, but he was rather insistent at this present moment. The last thing he wanted was for any of the Shades to turn their sights on her. 'Please come with me, I have this inexplicable desire suddenly to protect you'.... Nah. Not his style. He simply smirked coyly at her and gave her slender hand a gentle squeeze. "As beautiful and artful as it is, dearest, I believe your painting can wait."
((OOC: Bwuagh...sorry that took so long! Had writer's block! ;-; ))
"....everything I've done, I've done for you. I move the stars for no-one!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 11:00 pm
 Vivianne Arvin
Mizumi Queen of Cups
Vivienne's eyes flickered down to glance at their his hand curled around hers. Her eyes were not the intense blue of a summer sky... they were drab, almost gray. Her fae beauty had been replaced with a plainness that made Jareth's attention all the more puzzling. She found his concern offending considering how little he cared for her.
"I'm not afraid of a few shades, Jareth," she replied calmly as she tilted her face away from his touch. "Besides, how do you suppose the Townspeople would react if they knew who we were? A man, a single man, is level-headed and wise. A hoard of people, particularly frightened people is more dangerous than all the shades in the world."
Despite living with these people for decades, Jareth was very mistaken if he thought she cared about any of them. The only creature that had her undivided attention was Belle, and as of this moment, she was in the safest possible hands. The Dark One would shield her precious creature from any harm.
"Shades avoid the fae. So give me one good reason, why I should risk antagonizing Damien's pets for these people?" her eyes studied his gaze as if to discern his thoughts.
It was a pointless exercise, even in this state, she couldn't tell what he was thinking. She quietly cursed his fluid nature. Something told her he wasn't going to take no for an answer, yet she couldn't understand the WHY.Lethal_Joker OOC: OMG it's horrible, don't look at it! T^T
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 12:30 pm
 Mordred LeFay Pendragon
MATTHEW ISAAC MORRIS "I'm sorry father, but I'm going to destroy you... The boy tossed and turned. The cold sweat that had already soaked into his clothes and hair was turning feverish now, and his cheeks and forehead were hot to the touch. Within his own mind, Mordred was waging a personal war. The seed of darkness that the dying Shade planted in him was threatening to overtake him. He could not allow that. NO ONE controlled him. Mordred was his own being.*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Look at them, you fool! They're pathetic! Weak and disgusting creatures, they deserve to die, every last one of them." The mirror-image of the young man circled around him, taunting, cold and heartless.
"You don't know them as I do...they're not all worthless. And they have a will as fierce as ours. Besides...there are fae here in town amongst them....some of them are under their protection...would you truly risk bringing their wrath upon us?" Mordred glared up at his darker side, determined to make his point. It wasn't that he typically enjoyed being the 'hero', but he certainly wasn't about to let the few people he actually cared about get tied up in whatever war was being waged. And he wasn't going to let himself hurt anyone if they didn't deserve it. He couldn't let his darkness win, or he wouldn't know the meaning of the words mercy, or stop, or remorse any longer.*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* His boyish face screwed up in discomfort and he thrashed in the blankets again, shoving, flailing, kicking them off. His hair was matted to his forehead in sweat, and he vaguely was aware of someone shouting to bring a cold cloth for him.*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* He brought his sword downwards, not surprised to see it parried by his twin, but simply grinned. It was vile, malicious-looking curve on his face and he brought his nose right up to his opponent's. "Oh please....you tire of this ridiculous charade, Mordred, don't lie to yourself anymore. You miss the bloodlust, you miss the darkness, I know you do, you cannot hide from me. You've kept me subdued for far too long now.....I want to play."
The sound of steel clashing with steel rang out in the fogged forest of his mind, and Mordred stared pointedly into the reddened eyes of his dark self, not yielding in the slightest. He had been through this internal war before, but never was his struggle quite so strong. The Shade's touch had made his darkness a great deal more powerful than before....all the more reason he could not allow it to take over. "...You will not win, my friend. You never have, you never will." With one mighty shove, he sent his darker self tumbling into a tree, where with a few whispered words from the one still standing, he became hopelessly entangled and entrapped in the roots and vines which sprouted. As long as Mordred retained control, he alone could wield magic. This darkness within him would always be at his mercy....he hoped.
"One day, you won't be strong enough to stop me. One day, the magic will be mine."
"Perhaps. But not today."*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Groaning softly, Mordred turned his head burying his cheek into the coolness of the pillow...and then sat bolt upright with a shrill yelp. The cold cloth slipped from his forehead and fell into his lap. Startled awake by his sudden 'victory', he looked about frantically for his mother and auntie Mab. They had to be safe! Where were they?! He didn't doubt his dear auntie would be able to handle herself, being fae and all, but his poor mortal mother? Bitter vengeful sorceress or not, she was only human. "Mother?! Auntie Mab?!......Where am I?! What is this place?! Who are you?!"Staring at the person who'd been tending to him, he didn't recognize them, and he had to squint abit. The brightness of the candlelight hurt his eyes a touch. Bringing his hand up to shield them, he tried to focus, tried to get a glimpse of who had been looking after him.location: storybrooke librarycompany: not suremood: inner turmoil, afraid, brave, enraged, placate, murderous, tranquilthoughts: "These people...pathetic....they're like a flock of terrified sheep....how easy it would be to end them all....And yet there's something about a few of them....their will to live is admirable..."...and this time, your pet wizard won't save you."
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 7:33 pm
Somewhere, there was a tiny dream......lost in Wonderland. Alyssa Little ♣♥ Not the Alice stories have told
Not the Queen anyone can remember ♠♦   Not knowing whether there was a doctor in this town or she just happened to be the closest thing to one, Alyssa looked over to the passed out young boy in the man's arms. Running along side the man, with brief glances back to the others who seem to be catching up as well towards the library. " will try to wake him up." She knew it was no easy feat and completely different from waking a child to waking a dog. First, one had way too much hair and preferred it so. However, it seemed this young boy was far too important for this fight to be unconscious for however long he needed to be. To Alyssa, rest is key; but not today.
Moving directly behind the man carrying the young boy, she stopped briefly at the foot of the staircase before calling out to Granny. "Who is this one, do you recall?" "Matthew, uh, Mordred." That was when Alyssa knitted her eyebrows in confusion. Mordred? Nah. Could not be that Mordred, could it? However, there was no time to dawdle as she called out to get blankets and some cool water along with some cloths. Luckily, seeing the Daniel guy move upstairs as well to readjust the couch with a couple of blankets and a pillow. a few others followed in suit with a bowl of water and some tattered but clean cloths. Immediately placing the blanket over the young boy, he was already trying to fight it off from him. "Mordred? Mordred, can you hear me?"
It was the tossing and turning that immediately worried Alyssa. It was the first time ever in her career as a veterinarian to be handling a child, so it was most certainly something she was not used to. Dipping one of the cloths into the water and wringing it out before folding it over to place it on his forehead, she used the other one to dab it lightly around his face and on the neck. "Mordred?" Mordred, can you hear me?" Her voice remained calm, but loud enough to hear her just in case he was trying to fight his way back from whatever he seemed to be fighting with. When he came to be, Alyssa's face and voice continued to remain calm-looking and sounding, respectively. It was no way to be startled when someone already was. "It's okay, Mordred. You are in Belle's loft." She glanced over to the man and Daniel as well for reassurance this was indeed her place before looking back to the young boy. "I'm Alyssa and your mother is just downstairs with the rest of the folks from the town. I can get her for you if you want." One of them is bound to be his mother, but she just want entirely sure who that was specifically.  Location || Around Town/Library
Company || Little Boy (Mordred)
Clothing || Traveling Clothes
Mood || Maintaining Calm
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 9:10 am
Regina Mills
This is my happy ending...  Regina Mills was a lot of things: arrogant, willful nearly to the point of obsession, powerful, dedicated, and capable of unbearable cruelty when it suited her much like her mentor in the form of a Goblin King. She was also mayor of the city she created by her own hands. However, there were two things she was not. She was not Regina Mills, not really, and she was not about to let the town she spent so much time and effort on be destroyed, least of all by someone not herself.
This magic reeked of her mother. She didn't know how she knew but she did: she could feel it in her bones as surely as, she imagined, her mother felt her. It felt like an icy cold stab in her heart. The mother that killed her beloved Daniel. The mother that pushed her to marry a king she didn't love just so she could be queen. The mother broke her heart too many times to properly be able to stitch it back together again.
Never. Again.
"Mother!"
Her voice was a thundercrack through town. Everyone in town could hear it but only one person mattered and that person did not need her voice to boom to hear. While most people tried to take shelter, and by rights they should, she walked into the open, in the main avenue, and stood there beneath the swinging traffic lights with the wind howling around her. The darkness did not scare Regina, not since she was a little girl and Jareth taught her what imps were there in the shadows ready to protect her from the truly naughty things.
Her faithful goblin companion, now a cat, was by her side in an instant.
"No!" She complained, "find Henry!"
He was the only thing that really mattered to her. He was her son and it didn't matter if it wasn't her flesh that gave him life she would love him to her dying breath. Nothing else: not revenge, Storybrooke, being Queen, mattered beyond that. Even though this scared her and she would never admit that aloud to a living soul she was prepared to take her mother head on if necessary knowing how dangerous she could be. For Henry...not for another soul in this town but him.
"Come out and face me!" she demanded, though her voice was not the whip-crack it was before. Theatrics were not necessary.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 10:03 am
~*~Aria~*~
Do you think I'm beautiful?  Her joyous reunion would have to be put on hold. Mordred came first, as he always did, though he had Mab to care for him now. She and Frick would have to have their reunion at a more opportune time when they were not being attacked by shadows trying to kill them which seemed, to her, like a trick the Fae Queen would use. Not that she would ever say such things aloud because that was dangerous but still...
She gave Frick a sad sort of smile and made her way through the crowd trying to find Mordred who was no doubt with his Auntie Mab. She didn't find him in the crowd of townspeople and it was a relief to be away from them as she ventured away to look elsewhere. She didn't go outside mostly because she didn't want to try and face a shade on her own and instead made her way upstairs.
"Mordred my sweet boy? Where are you?"
She had no clue where he'd been taken and didn't know he'd been very hurt simply because she'd been behind the diner with Daniel and Frick. This was the only method she had just now of locating him, hoping her could hear and respond to her voice. Well, that and hoping he wanted to respond to her voice. She'd always been a doting mother, if not a bit over-indulgent.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 10:49 am
Mag Daniels
Queen Mab  Shades always traditionally avoided the Fae. If somehow through the years they'd forgotten that lesson they would do well to remember it now when Mab was in defense of one of the only things she cared for. She needed Mordred to rid her of that insolent Merlin and turn people back to the old ways. He was literally her last chance or she would simply cease to be. Her power would all but vanish and she would be nothing but a shadow of her former self.
It made her shudder to think of that..that blankness. Eternity with no power and no one who could see her or spend time with her. Nothing, literally, she could do in the world.
No! That was why she had Mordred, a far better student than Merlin ever was.
Mab came into his room without knocking, a habit of hers from the old days. She saw Alyssa first and then her dear Mordred in his bed. She heard a shout resound from outside, Regina, and paid it little enough attention. This was her fight only when it sought to ruin something important to her. Since she was not the one being called out she had no reason to pay attention to the voice doing the calling.
"Leave us."
Her rasping voice didn't tremble, didn't hesitate. That was a command to be obeyed in haste and without question. He'd nearly been hurt and Mab had felt fear: for herself and for him. It was not something she was prepared to tolerate.
"Are you alright?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 11:31 pm
Mordred LeFay Pendragon
MATTHEW ISAAC MORRIS "I'm sorry father, but I'm going to destroy you...His eyes came back into focus after adjusting to the light, and then narrowed. He didn't know this woman, didn't recognize her in the slightest. Hissing at her vehemently, he grabbed one his pillows and readied to sling it at her, but then heard an echo of his mother's voice in his mind. 'You can do anything you like, Mordred, but you must never be rude....being rude is being weak!' Throwing the pillow would have been rude. It took a moment for reality to set in, and he listened to the woman's voice, still seeming a touch 'out of it' and clearly defensive. He reached downwards, his small hand going for the dagger hidden away inside his boot-heel. "For your life, woman, you'd best pray my mother is where you say. If she's been harmed, it will be your head!"But that was when he heard familiar footsteps coming up the stairs and he turned to glance at the door even before it was shoved open. His dear auntie was alive and well! Not that he ever doubted her, but it was nice to see nonetheless. Deciding not to draw the hidden dagger from his shoe, Mordred sat up just enough to throw his arms around his Mab's neck and hold her tightly. He had missed her. And right now, she was one of the only things in this world keeping him fighting, keeping him from surrendering to his own darkness. They had to get that shade out of him. Until they did, he would be in constant internal war, ten times worse than his typical conscience battles.
He drew back and inspected Mab's face, one small hand coming to cup her cheek and graze across her brow, making sure he wasn't dreaming again....she was real. Satisfied, he let out relieved sigh and sank back down into the blankets and pillows. He was clearly exhausted. Turning to Alyssa at the mention of going to retrieve his mother, he nodded curtly. "...Yes. My mother...please go and find her. I wish to see her. And my uncle Frik!"Grabbing the cold cloth in his lap and setting it on the bedside table, he closed his eyes, bringing his hands to his head. His ears were still ringing from the sounds of steel-clashing on steel in his nightmares. "I'm alright, auntie....but I am hungry. I....didn't get to finish lunch."location: belle's loftcompany: alyssa, mabmood: threatening, worried, hungrythoughts: "These fools better hope my mother is safe...."...and this time, your pet wizard won't save you."
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 7:20 am
The Queen of Hearts
Cora Mills  Be careful to whom you give your heart, because when you give your heart to someone... The little girl continued on placing the water works until a familiar voice came closer onto the streets. The brown eyes turned around in fright before the young one stumbled upwards and ran towards the woman. It was most certain the woman could sense something fishy from the girl, but she embraced her at the waist as the crying slowly came to a stop. "I'm so glad you're not hurt." If anyone else would be watching, it would seem Regina had a long lost daughter. The little girl looked up to her, not with a look of new found love; but more of a look of doting. "My Regina has all grown up. I am so proud of you doing all of this. Now. I have a few things I need to do for you." It was only then she realized her appearance. "Oh. Sorry my dear."
Stepping back a little the purple fog swallowed the little girl as it slowly swirled upwards to the proper height of Cora before fading away. Giving a curt smile to her daughter, the purple cloak whisped a little before settling down to her side. Canting her head to the side a little, her eyebrows furrowed; almost to the point of being disappointed. "No warming welcome for your own mother in your own town? I thought I taught you better than that, my darling." Keeping a keen eye over towards the library, she never spoke a word about anyone there--especially one in particular. However, she brought her attention back to Regina. "I wanted to bring you some gifts, but I forgot to feed my pets before coming here. So, I though they could have a snack or two here. That would be alright to do, right?" Oh, Cora was never one to assume anything, but she needed to know her own daughter's intentions before revealing why these Shades are truly here for....you’re not only giving that person the right to love you back, but also the power to hurt you.
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 11:35 pm
 KAREN
(Katherine Andersen)What did one do, when their life turned upside down? As it turned out, at the moment, Katherine Andersen was running. Running harder than she had ever run in her life, so far as she could remember. And that remembering had come back to her like an avalanche when she had been least expecting it. Memories of a forest, of living as an orphan until she was found by an old woman, and of shoes much like the ones in her apartment's bedroom closet... They had all just sprung on her, shattering any semblance of normalcy know that she realized the life she had led for twenty-eight years was a lie. A big, fat, honking lie!
Katherine-- Or rather, Karen, not that it really mattered to her what she was called at the moment-- had kept to herself, staying in isolation for she didn't know how long. She had tried to come to grips with all these memories, and the act had, personally, almost driven her insane. And just when she felt she could get her life back in order... Suddenly she had heard shrieks, and upon leaving her apartment to investigate, she had seen these shadowy, black... she didn't know how to describe them apart from "things", honestly. And so Karen had run. Run out of her apartment, and onto the streets of Storybrooke. The things had tried to chase her, but she was able to elude them. Not that it kept her from running further, as she was still doing even now. She had no idea what those things were, but she just knew, instinctively, that whatever the were, they were bad news.
The young blonde turned a corner and lost her footing, nearly falling face first onto the hard ground. Thankfully, she managed to stop herself; she still stumbled and landed in a sort of sideways roll.
"OW! God-- Sonuva--!" Karen cried as she rolled once, then again, before stopping and looking up at the sky, blinking and breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath. "... I should... Totally... Be an Olympic runner..." she said breathlessly, and she didn't seem apt to move at the moment, as she didn't hear the things anymore.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 6:57 pm
 XX✭↝ locaтιon: The Street ✭↝ coмpany: Karen ✭↝ мood: Angry The magic was back almost completely now. And these things were terrorizing the town. There was little he could do at the moment. Soon he would have to confront his father about these shadows, after all who else would have created these monsters? He still didn't really know anyone in the town. It would be nice if he did, especially at a time like this. He felt like this was partly his fault. These creatures, if only he had stopped his father years ago. Then none of this would be happening and everyone here would be safe. The only positive side to this was that these people were from the fairy tale land, magic wasn't that confusing to them.
Aidan glanced around when he heard a someone hit the ground nearby. That's how he noticed the blonde girl who was still trying to recover from a fall she must have just taken. He imediately went towards her, his goal only to help her and maybe make an ally in the new town.
He stopped a step in front of her before offering his hand. "Are you alright, miss?" he asked as he looked down at her. Something had been chasing her, judging by her panting. There were only a few things he could guess. But he was sure it was probably one of the shadow creatures. "You seem to have lost whatever you were running from."
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