Fenrei Garmr
Accepted Character
"The hell is France?"
Posts: 13
Full Name: Fenrei Garmr
Species: Lycanis, humans with wolf dna. Long ago, they were created as living weapons. They still exist as a species long after the war has ended. There are no surviving records of further details.
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Alternate universe of Earth. "Yggdrasil" (Future Era, Days of Ruin)
Height: 4'9"
Weight: 108 lbs
OOC Name: Schro
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Post by Fenrei Garmr on Oct 26, 2014 4:57:48 GMT
10-26-14
The weather is cloudy with the occasional shower. Sometimes the sun shows it's face, along with the purple sky, but it tends to stay chilly and breezy despite this. Earth tremors have been rocking the dreamscape in place of wicked thunderstorms. ~~~
It was a night like any other, the last she checked. Her doors, reinforced with alloy so strong an oni would be hard pressed to knock it down, let alone one of Them, were locked, bolted, secured, the ladder connecting her Garmr Works shop to her living space drawn and the trapdoor closed, the rain pounding on the windows and singing on the tin of her building outside of her room, with its many abstract weapon projects hanging from its dimly candle-lit walls as she laid her head and arms on her work desk, a half-finished blueprint of her latest masterpiece laying under her cheek, her smithing goggles still strapped upon her head, her hair, let loose from its ponytail, lay wildly over her face and desk.
Even though she had already changed into a tanktop and boxer shorts for the night, Fenrei had been restless, the gears turning in her head would not allow her to simply rest without attempting to finish the layout for her latest request, a titanium zweidhander. She spent hours going over its shape, its width, length, edge, density, weight. Titanium was an incredibly sensitive material to forge with, she knew this. If she wasn't the as carefully as inhumanly possible with her planning now, she would only waste such valuable material, and half a years worth of the food, water, and materials she was promised in payment.
Tired as she was that night, she had only meant to lay her head down and rest her eyes for only a moment, but that moment turned into a moments (plural!), moments turned to minutes, and from minutes to hours. Her mind had, against her will of course, drifted off into the realm of sleep, guided by the rain's sweet lullaby. ...
She couldn't remember what she dreamed of. It was the last thing on her mind as she found that she couldn't remember where she was or how the muck fothering HELL she got here.
This started when she began to realize that she was cold, wet, and shivering. Fenrei groaned, groggy with sleep as she opened her eyes to find herself curled up on a bed of tall, slick grass, rain showering on top of her. She sat up and blinked, once, twice, three times, perplexed for a few moments, before the earth shook beneath her suddenly and a loud rumble echoeing around her made her leap to high heavens onto her feet, shouting in several colorful curses in surprise and alarm.
"What the hell?!" she thought aloud, scanning the area around her, her wolf ears and tail standing on end as her vermilion eyes darted left and right. Where am I!? Just what the freaking hell is going on?! How did I get outside?! I don't recognize these woods, their scent!
It was quiet. Far too quiet. Fenrei just knew that if she made too much noise one of Them might find her. They could even be surrounding her right now, and she didn't even have a knife on her!!
She shivered again, her sleepwear didn't really do jack shit for warmth, especially now that the was soaked with rain. Was this someones idea of a sick joke!? She would kill them for this if something else didn't kill her first! But for now, she quietly crept under the trees, where she was partially shielded from the rain with the leaves. She had to be close to the settlement she called home still, she just had to look for the signs, messages, anything left by anyone left alive. She had to be near one...right?
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Sergey
Accepted Character
Posts: 6
Full Name: Sergey
Species: Dhampyr (half-vampire)
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth, 1818 (Devilverse)
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: Not as much as you'd think
OOC Name: Husher
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Post by Sergey on Oct 27, 2014 1:24:03 GMT
It had been a few days since Sergey had arrived in the Dreamscape, though he was clueless to his surroundings and how he might have arrived here. All he knew was that he woke up in a forest, presumably after a wild drunken night.
He assumed he was still in the heart of France, however. Maybe Forêt de Paimpont? He was last in Rennes on 'business'. However that didn't make much sense, because the trees in these woods were dissimilar to the ones in the supposed Brocéliande. Sure there were oaks and beeches, and even pine trees, but they did not make up the majority of the trees here. No one type of tree seemed to trump any number of others. There were broadleaf trees and needley conifers, and trees he never seen before even in his journeys all across Europe. He found a tree, the leaves of which stung like intoxicating rosemary when crush, and used it as a landmark.
That way, he knew he was walking in circles.
For a forest as distinct as this, it was certainly vast. He was no stranger to navigating the wilds. He couldn't be with a career like his. Yet he kept losing himself in this strange place. Thunderstorms began rolling in; he had no time to contemplate. He needed shelter.
Sergey built something of a lean-to for the time being. He was a tough guy, but he rather not weather the oncoming storm on his own. It was built more like a shack than a simple single-pitch roof with no walls. His carpentry skills came in handy sometimes.
As the sky turned purple and rumbled with discontent, Sergey was quite pleased with himself. He'd survive it no problem. He slept through more uncomfortable situations. He had a small fire going and he was feeling alright. Relatively. He removed his frilly frock coat and even frillier shirt and laid them beneath his head. He could sleep it out. He just wish he a bottle of bourbon or something to ease him into unconsciousness.
But he had something else working against that anyways.
He could hear something speak in the distance. His hearing was very acute, and could determine it was young and female and it was cursing. She sounded upset. He leaned out to listen for the exact direction it was coming from and the type of movement she carried herself with. It didn't sound like running. On the contrary, it was more like skulking-- difficult to pick up past the din of raindrops and the bellow of thunder.
Well, he had to go investigate, as stupid as that was. He couldn't let someone wander around the dark forest with no protection.
First he covered his head with his coat before he walked out. He drew a makeshift torch through the fire to light it, then carried it with him through the dark. It was a good thing his hung-over was worn out by now. When he wasn't pissdrunk, Sergey moved with surprising grace for his size, and more importantly, silence. Even when wearing heavy cavalry boots, it was very difficult to hear him approach.
Past the smoke, he sniffed at the breeze and flicked his proboscis like it was the tongue of a serpent. He could detect carbon dioxide on the breath of the living, but he was more concerned by the scent of wolf in the air. It was probably just a wolf, but being a monster hunter, he learned that even 'if you hear hoof beats, it might actually be a zebra'.
Whatever it was, they could pose a danger, even if wolves were usually frightened by humanity.
He couldn't make out any shapes-- everything looked like a tree or a sapling or a bush at this point, just shadowy forms against the stark flash of lightening; but he could smell them-- her. It was probably a her.
While likewise, he could not be seen, his torch might be. It was a glowing beacon of warmth on this stormy night. He didn't even smell like booze or a corpse anymore. Just rain, and maybe smoke. Sergey didn't realize it -- and if he did he would have met her from the front -- but instead he was faced with her back.
Drifting past the trees, he reached out and grabbed at her... well, it seemed to be her shoulder now that he could see it.
“Good evening, ma'am,” he greeted in poorly spoken French*, completely unaware of how ominous this might be in the first place.
((*I don't know if it matters, but I assume that despite the universal translator, if you speak in a language that isn't your native tongue, and you have an accent, it'll carry over to the listener's translation.
So even if it is translated to whatever language Fenrei speaks, he still have a thick Russian accent. He's just assuming he's still in France right now.))
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Fenrei Garmr
Accepted Character
"The hell is France?"
Posts: 13
Full Name: Fenrei Garmr
Species: Lycanis, humans with wolf dna. Long ago, they were created as living weapons. They still exist as a species long after the war has ended. There are no surviving records of further details.
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Alternate universe of Earth. "Yggdrasil" (Future Era, Days of Ruin)
Height: 4'9"
Weight: 108 lbs
OOC Name: Schro
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Post by Fenrei Garmr on Oct 28, 2014 15:12:40 GMT
Fenrei continued to skulk beneath the trees, finding a thick, heavy branch laying on the ground and picking it up. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing she figured. Shivering, she came to realize that she really didn't know these woods at all. The trees were completely different from the ones next to her settlement. In fact, not a single one of them seemed to possess any infection level of Miasma, which was impossible.
No tree should have been so pure like this since hundreds of years ago!
"This is messed up," Fenrei muttered. "This is so unbelievably messed up! Is this real? Have I gone insane?!"
She stopped abruptly at the scent of something burning. Where was that coming from? She clenched the branch in her hand and stood still. Fire could mean one of two things, as far as she knew. The first was that there were survivors, using flames to repel Them, the second was that a supernatural Yokai with the power to control fire was nearby, and likely pissed, which had the potential to be the bigger threat, especially if it was infected. If the Yokai didn't decide to attack her out of spite of her human heritage, after all, a Lycanis at its core was simply a human born with the traits of wolves in their eyes.
Humans and Yokai never did have a good relationship with each other. Fenrei wouldn't be surprised if that was what led to the "End of the World" in the first place.
That said, she had a gamble on her hands. Did she investigate the flames, or avoid it?
She heard something snap behind her and instinctively spun around to confront it, only to discover it was a small squirrel...in the wild? She thought they were kept only as pets, as the environment alone could no longer sustain them.
"What kind of crazy place is this?" she muttered again, and a second later, she felt a hand grab at her shoulder and say something in some weird accent. She let out a "FIT-SHAMN-DUCK," jerked away from the hands grasp, and spun back around to swing her heavy branch onto the figures head.
The branch smashed into the tall figures head and broke in two as if it were a twig. The figure, however, did not seem to so much as flinch, much to Fenrei's discontent. Despite her tool of self defense breaking however, she pointed the broken half of her branch at the figure, a rather large man she could now see, and demanded in what she hoped was an intimidating tone, "Who the hell are you?!"
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Sergey
Accepted Character
Posts: 6
Full Name: Sergey
Species: Dhampyr (half-vampire)
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth, 1818 (Devilverse)
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: Not as much as you'd think
OOC Name: Husher
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Post by Sergey on Oct 28, 2014 22:34:59 GMT
The next thing Sergey knew there was a throbbing pain and a small girl barking demands at him. Normally, he would have been able to catch the branch, but his reflexes were still suffering some alcohol-induced grogginess it seemed.
“Oh,” was all he said in response. Very perfunctorily. He could hear the pieces crack and fall past him, but he didn't move. He didn't even budge upon impact. The other half remained in the girl's hand as she brandished it like a bayonet. His eyes drifted from the makeshift weapon back to the face of the girl. She was scared, aw, but she was a headstrong sort. He was impressed by her ability to keep her voice from shaking as she ordered answers from him. He wouldn't be surprised if she had found herself on the defensive side of the situation many times before, and probably warranted.
He raised his hands in surrender. While he could just as easily snatch the broken branch pointed at his gut, he was more concerned about her sense of security than his own. He wasn't in the business of kidnapping small ladies under his arm and forcing them under his arm unless he very well had to.
If she felt in control of the situation, he could just coax her into safety.
“Tsokay,” he cooed. “You have the advantage, though I have no intentions of hurting you, see? Unarmed.”
That wasn't entirely true. He twirled around, shifting his weight on one foot and making a display of his weaponless condition. He was shirtless, wearing only his breeches, boots and the frock coat over his head. Actually, he also had a small silver crucifix-shaped stiletto dagger tucked away in the side of his boot and a vial of wolfsbane hidden in the other, but it didn't make much a difference in his opinion. Besides, his fists made a much more effective weapon.
Though, she did smell like the werewolf now that he had a close up whiff of her, and she appeared to have a wolf-ish tail, and a set of wolf-ish ears upon her head. He still had no plans on using either on her though.
Sergey stood before her, cocked his hip to the side and shrugged.
“Good, huh?” He smiled. It was a cat-like grin, the way it curled up at the corners playfully. It looked hardly appropriate on a hulking tank of a man. He kept one eyes on her as the rest of his body took a dip.
“I am Sergey the Fatherless, but you can just call me Seryozha if you like.”
He had spent enough time in Western aristocracy to understand the practice of 'bowing' before a lady, and his most recent trips to French courts, he also learned to execute it correctly and full of grace. However, he knew better than to reach for her hand and kiss it. That was just asking for a face full of splinters.
“I was just wondering if you wanted to come back with me. I have temporary shelter from the storm.”
He thought it was strange though, how she seemed to be fluent in Russian, and while he appreciated it and had replied in the same, he wondered why she would be all the way out here in the Brittany wilderness.
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Fenrei Garmr
Accepted Character
"The hell is France?"
Posts: 13
Full Name: Fenrei Garmr
Species: Lycanis, humans with wolf dna. Long ago, they were created as living weapons. They still exist as a species long after the war has ended. There are no surviving records of further details.
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Alternate universe of Earth. "Yggdrasil" (Future Era, Days of Ruin)
Height: 4'9"
Weight: 108 lbs
OOC Name: Schro
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Post by Fenrei Garmr on Oct 29, 2014 18:23:56 GMT
Fenrei glared at the shirtless man as he raised his arms in surrender, paranoia and anxiety pumping through her veins. Still pointing her half of her broken tool of self defense at his gut, Fenrei, hoping to maintain an element of intimidation, sharply retorted, "Damn straight I have the advantage, but that ain't what I asked you!"
She scrutinized the man as he twirled around to show how harmless he claimed to be. He sure looked human, but she knew the sound of a humans steps when she heard it, and she heard nothing from him as he came out of nowhere! She suspected there was more to him than met the eye.
She also suspected that, if he were smart, he might be concealing a weapon or two somewhere. She did that all the time after all. It was only common sense in her world, after all. She'd be concealing one right now if she had anything besides this branch.
"Sergey will do just fine," she answered him, making a face at his offer. He wanted her to come with him to his shelter? Why? She could think of several answers to this question, hardly any of them were any good, it could be a trap for all she knew. How did she know he wasn't going to try and pull something the moment her guard was down? No one just helped people out of the blue anymore without some ulterior motive...well, except for herself, but that was because she was an idiot. At least, that's what people said of her.
Maybe Sergey was an idiot, too.
She pondered this offer for a moment before she started to shiver again, remembering that it was cold, raining, and she was in pajamas. She couldn't afford to catch a cold out in the middle of god knew where without supplies, she knew. If there was a chance that there was at the very least, a shelter, she needed to take the risk.
It would be fine. She just wouldn't let her guard down around him.
"...Sure," she answered, lowering her branch a little. "Lead the way."
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Sergey
Accepted Character
Posts: 6
Full Name: Sergey
Species: Dhampyr (half-vampire)
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth, 1818 (Devilverse)
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: Not as much as you'd think
OOC Name: Husher
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Post by Sergey on Oct 29, 2014 20:20:41 GMT
He pitied the girl, understanding just how frightened she must be. This was no place for anyone to be alone, not even him, but he could tolerate it. He was glad he wasn't alone now though. Sergey always enjoyed company, even if that company was shivering with fear and threatening him with a sharp, pointy object.
He supposed it wouldn't be the first time, or the last.
“What a night!” he exclaimed, waving the torch in the air as he turned back around in the direction of shelter. He thought it was a surprisingly long night, at least. Sergey had a good sense of these things. When you spend all night under the full moon for the last 60 or more (and then spent all night, for several nights, under other phases too), you got good at gauging the time after awhile. It wasn't the anxiety of the storm that prolonged it either. The storm didn't bother him at all, really. It just felt chronologically longer than it usually was.
Maybe the dark clouds were just obscuring the dawn's rising sun. The way the winds howled and the lightening shook the earth meant this was more than just another April shower.
“Are you cold? Would you like to have the coat?” He swiped the frock coat off his head and shoulders and held it out to the lupine girl. It smelt like French whiskey and wine (because Sergey was the only man on Earth who thought combining the two was a good idea) and alarmingly enough, blood. It stunk of a terrible time indeed, but he thought it would get the job done. He never stopped to think about her reaction to the pungent odor, only that it was certainly warmer and would protect her against the rain and cold better than what she had now.
“I never got your name, miss,” he remarked quietly.
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Fenrei Garmr
Accepted Character
"The hell is France?"
Posts: 13
Full Name: Fenrei Garmr
Species: Lycanis, humans with wolf dna. Long ago, they were created as living weapons. They still exist as a species long after the war has ended. There are no surviving records of further details.
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Alternate universe of Earth. "Yggdrasil" (Future Era, Days of Ruin)
Height: 4'9"
Weight: 108 lbs
OOC Name: Schro
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Post by Fenrei Garmr on Nov 3, 2014 3:45:38 GMT
Fenrei watched Sergey, suspicion still in her eyes as she made a point to follow five steps behind the shirtless man.
He seemed strangely jolly. Just what was so wonderful about the night? Unless you could see through the dark, that's where one was the most vulnerable! Besides, those rumblings didn't feel like any thunder she'd ever heard before. It almost felt as if the ground were shaking in its wake.
Fenrei jumped as Sergey took the coat covering his head and shoulders and instinctively pointed her stick at him again. She lowered it a second later once she realized it was being offered to her to wear against the cold. She sniffed it once, and only once, for as soon as she did the first time, she resolved never to do so again, oh ye gods, never, ever, again!!!!
She made a face at it, but ultimately decided something was better than nothing. "Uh...thanks." she said, taking the coat and putting it on. It smelled like...ugh, she tried to focus on something else, anything else. "Fenrei," she answered. "My name is Fenrei Garmr...You said you had a temporary shelter, is there a settlement nearby?"
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Sergey
Accepted Character
Posts: 6
Full Name: Sergey
Species: Dhampyr (half-vampire)
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth, 1818 (Devilverse)
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: Not as much as you'd think
OOC Name: Husher
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Post by Sergey on Nov 4, 2014 22:32:55 GMT
“Ah, nice to meet you Miss Garmr,” he replied as casually as someone could through a thunderstorm. He held out his hand, in case she wanted to take it. It was a stormy night, after all, and she would be guided by nothing but the light of the flame. It wasn't very easy to see through all the darkness and rain. Of course, she didn't want to scare her either. He was still a stranger, and Sergey realized at this point that he could be pretty intimidating to most folks.
“I'm afraid there is no settlement nearby. I have scouted the area the about a day or two ago-- covered a lot of land, too. I marked the area already. Not man-made landmark in sight. I would have ventured further, but with the oncoming storm...”
He need not say anymore, with its effects on full display. Howling wind and biting torrents and every now and then a bolt of lightning and a quaking of the very earth beneath their soles.
“However, I did see a river north of the laurel that stinks like camphor. So we could always just follow it? When the weather dies down, of course.”
She definitely sounded like a traveler, or at least, she sounded like someone who was very, very lost. Maybe she wound up here just as confused as he was; waking up cold and alone in the middle of nowhere.
“What are you doing all the way in France anyways, sestrenka?”
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Fenrei Garmr
Accepted Character
"The hell is France?"
Posts: 13
Full Name: Fenrei Garmr
Species: Lycanis, humans with wolf dna. Long ago, they were created as living weapons. They still exist as a species long after the war has ended. There are no surviving records of further details.
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Alternate universe of Earth. "Yggdrasil" (Future Era, Days of Ruin)
Height: 4'9"
Weight: 108 lbs
OOC Name: Schro
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Post by Fenrei Garmr on Nov 7, 2014 5:03:48 GMT
"Huh?!" Fenrei's gaped as Sergey explained there was, in fact, no settlement nearby. "That's ridicules!" she exclaimed, waving her stick around to emphasize her point.
She found herself staring at the ground in disbelief for several moments. No settlement? She was sleeping in one not but a few hours ago! It couldn't have just outright vanished, could it?!
And this man, Sergey, did he expect her to believe he had just been wandering around in the world and not get taken by Them? Where the hell did he even come from if he hadn't traveled from a settlement? Was he pulling her along after all?!
Fenrei shot Sergey a confused look in response to his question. "The hell is France?" she asked. Or a ses-ten-kah, whatever? "I was in my smith shop in an old settlement near the mountains last night before..."
Fen had trailed off as a thought occurred to her. What WAS she doing here? The surroundings didn't match anything like her home, and she didn't recall traveling, after all, what nutjob goes hiking in their pajamas?! No, the last thing she could remember was going resting her eyes on a project and...
"...before I just...woke up?" she finished. What the hell is going on here?
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Sergey
Accepted Character
Posts: 6
Full Name: Sergey
Species: Dhampyr (half-vampire)
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth, 1818 (Devilverse)
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: Not as much as you'd think
OOC Name: Husher
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Post by Sergey on Nov 14, 2014 23:29:20 GMT
Sergey laughed. It was the sort of laugh that could compete with the bellowing thunder that occasionally shook their surroundings.
“It's okay. I didn't know what France was either until we had to fight with them!” He hummed to himself between sentences. “So where are you from then?”
He still assumed they were in France, but obviously, she wasn't from France and didn't even know where it was. Maybe she was Swiss or Italian-- the Alpine mountain range were right there. Perhaps she was Spanish, living on the Iberian side of the Pyrenees.
He continued to hum until she said she just woke up there.
“Ah. That's how I ended up here as well.” He laughed heartily again, swishing around the torch. “And I just thought it was the aftermath of a wild, drunken evening. I don't imagine that's what happened to you though, hmm?”
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Fenrei Garmr
Accepted Character
"The hell is France?"
Posts: 13
Full Name: Fenrei Garmr
Species: Lycanis, humans with wolf dna. Long ago, they were created as living weapons. They still exist as a species long after the war has ended. There are no surviving records of further details.
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Alternate universe of Earth. "Yggdrasil" (Future Era, Days of Ruin)
Height: 4'9"
Weight: 108 lbs
OOC Name: Schro
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Post by Fenrei Garmr on Nov 29, 2014 3:58:28 GMT
Fenrei made a disgusted face at Sergey. "Ew, no! I wouldn't be caught dead drinking that shit! I'd lose precious concentration." She looked him up and down before adding, "And probably look like you soon after. I'll pass."
So, what then? Furrowing her brow in thought, Fenrei struggled to think of some explanation for suddenly appearing in, "France", or whatever this place was. However, after finding herself unable to draw any conclusions, she sighed in exasperation. She was fed up mulling over it for now, she had bigger matters at hand, like finding a settlement, or whatever wasn't a dark wood in the middle of god-knew where.
She finally abandoned the notion of holding Sergey at stick-point, letting the arm holding it slack to her side as she walked. It was more of an object to impose a sense of security now rather than something she could call a weapon and retain her dignity. Not like the masterpieces she could make. She would need tools for that though, equipment. And equipment would be in a city, or what was left of one, as were the settlements she knew.
Fenrei shivered and drew the smelly coat around her a bit closer. "This shelter of yours, are we almost there yet?"
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