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Post by Ivan Sahale on May 2, 2014 18:35:43 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... Resting on one knee Ivan would reach up with his right hand resting it over the wound of his shoulder that had been stitched a week ago, he would let a low grunt escape him as he squeezed tightly feeling the blood moisten through the fabric of his coat. Beads of blood trailed down his arm from under his coat, dripping from between his fingers, they stained the ground below but such the was the least of his worries. Ivan had stumbled upon it again, the trail which he had lost so long ago his piercing golden orbs focused upon a corpse that lay horizontally in front of him. His eyes trailed the body, stopping at the obvious cause of death, a deep gash where the neck, and shoulder muscle meet as if someone had tried to cleave into the man. Of course someone did, that someone being the brute who had aggravated his own wound in the process, standing from his knee Ivan approached the corpse reaching down to search his being until he held a scroll in his hand. Rolling it open he read over the details, a smirk spreading over his face, "I found you Silver Fox..." he whispered with a sharp sting to his tone when he uttered her name. Stuffing the scroll into the inner pockets of his coat, he would step over the body making his way to her location...
It would take the man a day to reach the last known location of the Silver Fox, when he arrived he would stand at the entrance of the town not bothering to hide his face or who he was. He knew her well, this prey it belonged to him, and he was aiming to wipe her out today; he also knew she was brash enough to approach him when she spotted him. What he was betting on was her getting close enough so he can end her in one swipe, walking through the town the man would look from face to face trying to find the Silver Fox or a place she would frequent. Then he saw it, a tavern it was rather empty but then again being a town like this he did not expect there to be a large volume of people, most likely travelers, and others like himself stop at this tavern. Regardless the hunter walked towards the door his large hand pushing against the solid door pushing it open, when he did the tavern seemed to go quiet. To his far left sat two men, they wore animal skins, and a bow rested on their table they eyed Ivan once but paid him no mind, to the far end sat a larger man with a more solid build he bit down on a large turkey leg his beard stained with oil and chunks of meat he didn't even look up.
Finally at the bar itself sat two patrons, farmers by the looks of them frail men who were here for a drink after a long day at the fields. So far he did not see his prey, but he was sure she would come here; the predator would ambush his prey here today, and if any of these idiots got in his way. Well they'd regret it, walking in he allowed the door to shut behind him as he walked to the bar sitting down his large coat hung at the bottom of the bar stool he sat on, the broken cleaver resting in its respective holster on his back. "Ale" he said pounding the surface of the bar, with that the bartender would nod serving the man cold Ale into a bronze cup before sliding it over, Ivan paid for it in full picking the cup up to take a long sip of the drink.
With a deep sigh he set the cup down...he hated waiting...
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Post by Zero Valentine on May 3, 2014 8:09:54 GMT -6
HUNT ME DOWN. ITS JUST A GAME
It had been some time since Zero had been in a town longer than a day or two and she was itching to get a move on. Aware that she was always being hunted she didn’t like to stay still for long however she had gotten wind of bandits terrorising this town about a week ago. She wasn’t very close to here so she had quite a ways to travel before she even was able to be of any help. When she did arrive, she must have had luck on her side. The bandit gang, a sloppy bunch of fighters where here in full force. For Zero, the fight that ensured was quick and painless for her. She didn’t even need to utilise her ability as she make short work of most and sent the others packing.
So why had she stayed longer than making short work of them, well that part was simple. She had been on the road for almost a year now, kept herself on the move to throw off any bounty hunters from finding her. Zero needed that time to come to turns with a rather interesting event that happened in her life and it wasn’t until recently was she able to fully face the world. What this town was able to provide was supplies, she intended to go on the road again not in hiding but to visit most towns and find out the happenings. She still had a bone to pick with the bandits that were raiding the boarders but she needed Intel, to say she learnt that lesson was an understatement.
Currently however she was sitting in her rented out room above the bar. She normally wouldn’t pick an inn to stay in but the temptations of a hot bath were all too much. So now Zero sat on the chair, her foot resting on the small table in front of her. She was kind of dressed you could say. Having only recently hopped out of the bath she was now sitting there in just her black shorts, the rest of her form was bare. It was quiet this place, she actually liked the sleepy places the most maybe one day she would settle but today was not that day. Standing up she went and got dressed, tying her hair in its usual style she picked up her weapon and her bag heading for the stairs.
Making her way down stairs she sensed something a little out of place, something within her just felt a little…excited. Taking the last step she soon cast her eyes across the room and she took in the sight of a hulk of a man, Ivan. So he had finally caught up with her. She took each step with a calculated stride “Hello Ivan, I see you have finally caught up” She eye him, why he felt the need to hunt her so intently always seemed to escape her but she had to admit she didn’t mind it. She had plans install for this man so as long as he had this intense drive to hunt her then it made her job that much easier. “And a little worse for wear” She noted the blood through his jacket.
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Post by Ivan Sahale on May 3, 2014 15:24:15 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... Like a sixth sense it hit him out of nowhere, an odd sensation that made his stomach drop he could not help but feel a mixture of feelings. Uneasy was one of them, but at the same time a hint of excitement; in an attempt to calm this the man drank from his ale letting it wash over his taste buds. He would argue this ale was not as good tasting as the ale that Lelage brewed, but it was something to settle his nerves at least. Even the strongest ale in the world however would lack the potency to aid him next, when he heard the tone rig into his ears he would set the glass down, his hand tightened its grip around it. The bartender since he was facing Ivan would notice the tense vibe that was practically beaming from the large male, for a moment the two locked eyes Ivan could tell the man on the other side of the bar didn't want any problems here; unfortunately for him it was too late. Standing from the bar stool which he sat on, the man towered over the Silver Fox but that had never been an advantage for him despite his obvious bigger size, he was never able to...
Shaking the thought the man turned to face the woman, for the first time in months his sharp golden eyes rested on her disgusting face he would let a low growl escape him as he eyed the woman her words like poison, already intoxicating his body. The rage that he normally kept under control now found itself boiling over inside of him, and all she had done was talk to him. It was more what she represented to him, what she had done to him the way she had crushed his pride; the towering hunter would glare at the woman in total silence for a moment. Ignoring her comment about his condition, he would reach up gritting his teeth as his shoulder shot a jolt of pain, but trying his best to keep his face stern gripping the hilt of his sword he pulled it from the scabbard which it rested in. The broken cleaver would surely rock some memories into the woman's head, seeing as she was responsible for his fathers legacy to be damage, practically half the full blade was done. "This can be done two ways...I kill you here, or I kill you outside. Your bounty says dead or alive...but I prefer not to hear your senseless blabber" he commented to the girl with a sting to his tone.
The bartender would remain quiet, and the other patrons would watch in silence as the incident began to unfold it was obvious Ivan was not here to talk to this woman he was here for an entirely different reason. His grip would tighten around the hilt of his sword, he was ready to start despite his shoulder injury he was not going to lose again it had been a long time, and in that time he had trained himself to be stronger. Eying the woman he waited for her response, his arm twitching to get a proper swing in, she was within range after all.
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Post by Zero Valentine on May 5, 2014 5:54:53 GMT -6
IF YOU WANT ME. COME GET IT
Zero eyed him, she hadn’t seen him in quite a time but it didn’t surprise her that he had kept in shape, no doubt training to try and beat her. She smiled at the thought, her knowing smile that she knew had he seen it he would understand that she was thinking; all the times she beat him… among other things. When she noticed that he shifted his weight, raising his arm to reach for his cleaver she actually let out a soft chuckle. “You still lug that thing around? Didn’t you learn your lesson last time when I split it in two?” She chuckled a little more as she recalled the memory. He was so stunned when in one swift move her blade sliced his like rice paper. Zero loved the face he made, the rage that ensured and the knowing defeat as he realised he was no match for her. But such is Ivan, biting off more than he can chew – at least that hasn’t changed about him.
Scoffing at his words she closed the distance between them, her movements so fast that he didn’t have time to react to her fingers now wrapping around his fingers that held the hilt of the broken cleaver. “Is this really how you are going to greet an old ‘friend’?” She purred into his ear having moved in close enough to have her face next to his. “Maybe I should teach you some manners?” She whispered then laughed and moved away knowing that her breath on his neck and the touch of her fingers on his would both stir some rather R rated memories, both good and bad.
Zero just couldn’t help herself when it came to Ivan, she tormented him, belittled him and broke him down all in the nature of fun, well and some learning of course. But now she had moved passed him, her fingers trailing down his shoulder and catching his coat. She even went as far as to tug on it, pulling it so that he would have to turn to follow her out. “Catch me if you can…” She turned, looking over her shoulder and giving him a rather suggestive smile. “Ivan.” She purred his name then turned her back to him, something she knew would rub him the wrong way. For Zero, turning your back on someone like this meant one of two things. One, she found her opponent was no threat to her and two, she trusted them. In this case, well I’m sure you can guess which she felt.
Closing the door behind her Zero effectively spared the little bar inn she was staying at this day. It wasn’t uncommon for buildings to fall victim to their fights, or more to the point, Ivan’s reckless swings. So leaving it behind today was a good choice, plus, she might have use for a room later. She grinned.
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Post by Ivan Sahale on May 5, 2014 15:04:45 GMT -6
I will hunt you down...
Every word from the shot she took at his sword, to the way she spoke to him with her arrogant tone she was so confident in herself that he hated it. The way she felt herself superior to him, the man would be ready to draw his sword, and take a swing at the Silver Fox when she suddenly stepped in too fast for him to even react accordingly. For a moment his golden eyes would widen, his muscles tightened in anticipation of an attack, and the word 'SHIT!' echoed in his head. However, instead of receiving a decisive blow from her he felt her soft fingers overlap his own both their hands now gripping onto the hilt of his cleaver. He remained still frozen in anticipation, is mind yelling at him to punch her but feeling her warm breath crash against his exposed skin would make the man almost melt not out of rage but unfortunately for him out of lust; something he hated to his very core. Muscles would tense, and his shoulder wound threatened to split open as he gripped the hilt of his cleaver tighter with more rage, that soon blew away what lust for her body had been starting to cloud his mind. Feeling her step away, and tug at his coat he was forced to turn to face her, his golden eyes glaring at her as she taunted him he knew better than to give in, but this was the Silver Fox. It had been a year since he had seen her, Ivan would stomp his foot forward the bartender would step in. "Excuse me young man I do--" but he was soon cut off by a very violent Ivan "Shut your mouth!" he snapped shooting the man an intense glare that beamed to life with the burning rage that had now taken over whatever common sense Ivan had.
Moving forward the man practically tackled through the doors, almost ripping them from the hinges, stepping out into the small quiet town Ivan looked up from the ground his wild eyes searching out for any sight of the fox that he could find. Then he spotted her not so far away, she gave him her back? She was that confident!? This only fueled the mans wild rage, Ivan would reach up gripping the hilt of his cleaver pulling it from the scabbard which housed the portion of the blade that still existed. The worn blade would emerge from its housing ready to cleave into the flesh of the enemies its master directed it towards, he would reach for his coat as well pulling it off is figure then tossing it carelessly to the side letting the coat bundle up on the ground of the taverns porch. Without any more time to waste Ivan charged from the porch towards the woman with the flowing silver hair, he would close the distance rather quickly getting closer to her as he raised his sword overhead.
Both hands would grip the hilt "SILVER FOX!" he roared out once he was within reach he would lean forward swinging his cleaver down with a straight vertical strike aiming to slash the woman in half.
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Post by Zero Valentine on May 8, 2014 0:51:08 GMT -6
IF YOU WANT ME. COME GET IT
She stood like a pillar in the wind, her silver hair flowed from her body, dancing with the wind and caressing her skin. She still had her back to him, taunting him further away from any items this man could potentially damage. Though, Zero knew him better than to think he would disregard his care for others, it was just that she was able to make him feel rage so intense that it blinded him. She had thought that it was simply her nature, the rage in her that was able to pull the rage from him. It was a thought that worried her slightly as she tried many times to control her own; the difference however was that Ivan wasn’t given a power that could destroy those he loved in a heartbeat and without a second thought.
As he was free of the confines of the bar inn, Zero flicked her hair from her shoulders. She felt the wind brush pass her and in the corner of her eye she caught sight of his jacket fall to the wooden porch. The smell of blood also caught the wind and filled her nose, she knew then that he was indeed bleeding and that it was rather recent, she’d have to see to it later… Although Zero actually sighed as she was thinking a good fight would be nice to just let out some frustrations. She hadn’t seen action in some time due to going a rather interesting journey of self for the past 12 months and seeing Ivan today actually brought a genuine smile to her lips. However with an injury, the moment was soured.
However it seemed that Ivan had other plans and Zero couldn’t help but chuckle at his own stupidity. If everything else had changed at least she knew that he would not. Like a rock in the ocean he was unmoving. When she heard him yell her name, well the pet name that he gave her, her smile turned into a grin and she became excited. Hearing the shift of his feet as he rushed forward, seeking to close the distance between them, her muscles relaxed in anticipation. It made her giddy, the thought of his movements, she had yet to teach him to relax his muscles as it would provide more fluid in his movements and give him the ability to react with lightning speed even in close quarters. It was this very thing that Zero was about to put on display.
As he drew closer to her she remained unmoving, her back still facing him which she knew would only anger him further. Mentally she counted ‘Three….two….’ waiting for that point of no return, where he wouldn’t be able to shift his weight to counter her move. ‘…One…’ The moment came, she reacted with lightning speed, shifting her weight and ducking slightly under his arms as he brought them up with every intention of slicing her in two using that same cleaver she broke many moons ago. As she twisted her foot 180 degrees and her body followed, she didn’t draw her sword however she was aiming for the one spot that would render enough pain to make him think if fighting her right now was such a good idea. Her body twisted so that she came under his arm and not stood to the right of him, she had tap the spot where the blood was seeping from his shoulder. It was enough to make it hurt but not enough to cut it further open. By now she was standing side by side with him, her smile on her face indicating that she would be happy for round two but it was very much futile to even try. “This fight was over before it even began Ivan. How disappointing.” She taunted him like she always did….
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Post by Ivan Sahale on May 8, 2014 13:38:01 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... The sword came down with all the might, and weight of the large man that aiming to cleave the woman clean down the middle. Instead of digging into flesh though, the blade sliced the air then found its honed edge digging into the dirty ground of the village, only for a moment did this eyes widen in surprise at how fast she had slipped from his vision. He would soon be reminded though just how outclassed he was when he felt the sharp pain run throughout his body he would grunt, biting his tongue to prevent himself from screaming. He had aggravated the wound so much that when the woman gave it that touch it sent a sharp piercing pain that spread from his shoulder throughout his arm the man however, was driven by rage. It clouded his judgement, blinded him from the fact that his shoulder injury was threatening to tear open; pulling away from the woman he would glare at her with a pair of wide golden eyes that where filled with both surprise, and rage. Coming a stop just a few feet from her he would stand there holding his cleaver with his bad arm no less; the large brute ignoring the pulsing pain from the wound. Not only that but red beads left trails of crimson on his arms, and chest as they spilled from the wound he had moved so much he had succeeded in loosening the stitches enough so the wound would part open letting blood spill free.
A crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle, their eyes focused on the battling duet some gossiped, and whispered; some where actually from Blaiksfurd so they recognized Ivan! The silver topped male would stand upright his eyes focused on the petite woman with silver hair, letting his anger get the best of him Ivan would swing the sword preparing to charge when he performed that motion however he found blood splatter from his wound onto the ground. It was close to opening, but the man had no intention of stopping this was his chance to catch the Silver Fox, to finally collect his bounty. Her words echoed in his head, "Disappointing?" he would say his knuckles turning white as he tightened his grip, "Then stand right where you are Silver Fox...LET ME SHOW YOU!" he cried out pushing off the ground as he charged her once more. This time he brought the cleaver in a wide horizontal swing aiming for her torso, little did he know he was about to make a major mistake,there was a solid wood pillar behind the woman...
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Post by Zero Valentine on May 8, 2014 21:44:58 GMT -6
IF YOU WANT ME. COME GET IT
Turing her head she looked over her shoulder at him, her eye focused on his wound and she made the decision to end the fight before it would truly begin. He seemed to be doing enough damage to himself that she saw no need to add to it, even if the smell of his blood was intoxicating her. Closing her eye for a moment she took in a deep breath, taking in his scent and letting her memory of him kick in. As crazy as it seemed it was enough time for her to settle the thoughts of rampage, a little technique she had learnt in her travels since she had noticed that she was less able to control herself in the early stages of her 12 month solitude.
Shifting her weight to the side and moving her head to around she took in all the bystanders that had come to see the show. She grinned as she knew Ivan would hate to be beat down in front of everyone, it had been some long between fights and he actually seemed to think he could take her. “What was it?” She pretended to think about a time before she continued. “Twelve months since you lost track of me, I would have thought you would have improved by then.” She chuckled to herself knowing well what her words were doing. Zero didn’t need a blade to cut Ivan, her words did the most damage and she knew it.
Looking to him again she shifted her weight slightly to see him better, he had been standing on her blind spot and she had to compensate for that, so bring her head around further she was able to see his rage peeking. Blood splattered on the ground, a good amount which made her believe he had tore some, if not all of the stitches that were there. “Stand here?” Zero had a solid idea of her surrounds and she was aware of her positioning on this makeshift battlefield. Behind her form there was a solid oak pillar, it was used to hang oil lamps from in order to light the street at night. She grinned now, shifting her stance to rest her hand on her right him. The people around her actually grew tense and some thought to step forward but the wheels were in motion and all they could do was wait to see if Zero would fall to Ivan’s blade.
He unleashed his blade; she had to admire his strength even with a wound like his. Closing her eye she waited, she was taking a calculated gamble that her memory and gauge of his strength was still accurate. Before his blade made any contact with her form it was wedge into the oak pillar behind her; when she had shifted her weight, a simply motion of ‘getting in a comfortable position’, she had effectively place his blade in the way of the pillar before it would reach her. There was this crunching sound of his steal ripping at the pillar until it was perfectly lodged in it. Zero opened her eye and noticed that had he be somewhat stronger his cleaver would have made it the whole way through, her gamble paid off.
Secondary to her forcing his hand, enough so that he would lodge his blade in the pillar to stop the fight, was the after effect. By now his shoulder was fully open and the stitching spilt, his blood had even been splattered across her skin with the force of his motions. She actually remained silent for a long moment, wondering what his next move would be. Finally she broke the silence, a mere whisper of words that only he would hear “Pick your battles little wolf” She walked off, the crowd giving her the space to walk past them as she entered the tavern they had come from. Picking up his jacket along the way she knew that he would come and retrieve it later.
Closing the doors behind her she nodded to the barkeep and headed up the stairs, maybe she would stay another night; she smiled as she made her way to her room.
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Post by Ivan Sahale on May 8, 2014 22:14:35 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... She was his, there was no way she was going to survive this even if she did manage to block which he doubted she was just standing there; a sense of confidence would swell in him blinding the man further a she approached the woman. 'I got you now bitch!' he thought in is head as he brought his arm around with the vicious horizontal slash, blood spilled from his wound the stitches had loosened, but he did not care. Yet, when he felt his bade reaching her it would begin to slow down until it came to a total stop; this alone would have been enough to make Ivan go into a rage, he should have pulled the cleaver free. However, the impact was so great, the energy which bounced back from the blade digging into the pillar that when it ran up his arm the man's golden eyes would widen the moment he felt it. The pain he had experienced earlier would pale in comparison to this pain, the man wanted to scream out express the intense pain, but all he could do was stand there in shock as the stitches tore apart, and the blood practically erupted from his open wound splattering all over him, the fox, and around them. People gasped, and gossiped as they witnessed the spectacle, her words fell on deaf ears the towering man would fall to his knees his golden pupils shaking with confusion.
Blood stained bangs would cling to his forehead, and half his face found itself decorated with red war paint his eyes remained on her figure but it was almost as if he was not even staring at her, the woman would walk away from him leaving him on his knees, a small pool of blood gathered near his right leg soaking his pants. The grip on his cleaver loosened until it slipped away dropping at his side, letting his arm hang caused him more pain but he was consumed by such shocking surprise that he did not react to it. A nasty wound found itself opened on his large shoulder muscle, if one looked closely perhaps even the white of the bone was visible; either way Ivan was defeated again. He found himself with his pride on the floor stomped on, and left there to be blown away by the cold winds that had settled on the town. The crowd lingered, some debated helping the man but none dared approach him; as the dense crowd soon thinned out Ivan found himself staring at the ground his golden eyes focused on the dark pool of blood that settled below.
"How?..." he asked in a whisper, when he parted his lips the taste of iron would stain the tip of his tongue, "How did she?" he asked raising his eyes from the ground to stare up at the cleaver only to see it lodged into place. His fathers legacy, first she split it in half, and today she lodged it into a pillar like a simple tool; never a threat, never a sign of worry on her features. Lowering his head the male would feel it again, the anger crawl inside of him beating like drums in his head bearing his teeth he would grind them together his muscles tensed, and his veins would thicken under his skin. "AH!" the man would reel his head back then slam it forehead first into the pillar, the impact so strong it actually echoed, and shook the very foundation of the pillar that claimed his sword. Eyes burned with rage, that stemmed from disgusting disappointment with his own shortcoming, his chest rose wildly with every breath, and he ignored the new streaks of blood that spilled from his now split skin on his forehead. One leg came up first, pulling his head from the pillar Ivan left a dent on it that was stained with a red smear of his own blood.
The towering giant stood upright at full height, his bare upper body painted with his own blood his left hand reached for his cleaver, grabbing it tightly his muscles would tense, and he would pull at it wiggling the weapon free. Dragging the cleaver behind him he walked towards the tavern, the large man hung his head low caring little for the spilling wound that was opened on his shoulder. The pain was great, but his crushed pride felt far worse; when he reached the porch he didn't see his jacket...he paused for a moment contemplating whether to go get it, he knew who had it after all. With a heavy sigh he stepped into the tavern, the people inside stared wide eyed as the bloodied man stumbled across the floor the blade dragging across the ground. No one said a word, Ivan walked up the stairs, and stood there a the end of the hallway he of course did not know what room she was in...
"Silver Fox!" he called out his tone no longer heavy with rage, but more leaning towards a mellow attitude, as he felt always when he would fail to defeat this woman.
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Post by Zero Valentine on May 9, 2014 1:29:31 GMT -6
IF YOU WANT ME. COME GET IT
Zero made her way to the top of the stairs, the tips of his jacket dragged along the floor as she was careless with it. She still had his blood across her skin, some of it had even stained her porcelain cheeks but she didn’t pay it much attention as her mind was somewhere else. She actually wondered how he would be considering it had been so long between defeats. As sadistic as it was she had a smile forming on her lips, knowing that she still has this element of control over him that he was forever trying to break.
As she reached the door to her room she heard his scream, something about it actually made her stop moving and listen. He seemed more stunned and shell shocked then other times and she wondered what other emotions were lacing their way through is system. However returning back to the task at hand, she pushed the door handle down and entered her room – it was exactly how she left it. Walking across to the couch she dropped her bag of supplies there. It was almost comical how she sat next to it, pulling out a first aid kit that she had gathered for her supplies. It was clear for all to see, if all were in the vicinity too do so, that she was over supplied in first aid for one person. There was a reason for this, as there is always a reason to Zero’s antics.
Like clockwork she heard the footsteps of the heavy brute taking each step of the staircase slowly and sluggishly. It was clear to her that his movements pained him but when his voice resound through the hallway it was crystal clear what her actions had caused him. To her however, she wasn’t so caring of his ego and pride, as far as she was concerned she did nothing out of the ordinary as all she really did was avoid his attacks. If anything she should be the one counting her lucky stars that her calculations were correct about his success at breaking the poll.
“I’m here Ivan.” Her voice was sharp and cutting, there was no sympathy in her tone. It was loud enough to be able to carry through her open door to the man that stood in the hallway contemplating why he felt drawn to her.
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