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Spec. Lombardi Dunker struggles, but the fight goes out of him when you mention Dremmer. You can still see the hate in his eyes, though he hides it behind a cocksure grin. “Sure, ask your questions oh Saint. Won’t matter much in the long, Ragna Rock is almost upon us. God’s children couldn’t protect us last time, do you really think you can stand against The Mother’s return?” SKADI Even limited to a light jog, Heracles’ long legs eat up the last few miles to your destination. As you approach, your suit starts picking up all sorts of radio signals, a mish-mash of music(?) and words. The AI can’t seem to make heads or tales of it, it seems to hold no tactical significance. As you move through the remnants of the blast walls edging the Launch Zone your target comes into sight. Its a tangle of piping and buildings, and has even more human activity than when you passed by a few nights ago. At least as many as at Woodhold, maybe more. You see one addition to the skyline that wasn’t there before, a massive tower that’s covered in Revenants attaching what look like transmitter modules to it. And if recognizing your gaze, your suit’s radio receiver is swamped with a massively overpowered signal, the screech of mis-aligned diodes slowly resolving into a man’s screaming voice. Anyone Near Anything Remotely Receptive in the Valley Your electronics crackle to life and emit horrible feedback, a man’s voice slowly emerging. ”HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY RINNNNNPURT VALLEY! GLORIFIKUS HERE, COMING TO YOU LIVE FROM THE HEART OF THE IRON CHOIR! TOMORROW NIGHT IS THE ROKOFF, AND EVERYONE SHALL HEAR THE NOISE AND THUNDER! A NEW AGE WILL BE BORN, AND YOU WILL ALL WITNESS IT!”
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SKADI Luckily the ‘Glorifikus’ signal fades out after his announcement, and the background babble of radio chatter is easier to handle. This Works that’s grown up around the fuel bunker is a hive of activity, four-score Revenant signatures just out in the open. Who knows how many more hidden by the maze of pipes and sturdy buildings. But the most troubling sign comes through the suit’s spectroscope. The refining and fuel pumping operations have spread a pall of hydrocarbons over the area. The concentrations are high enough to wreak havoc with your atmo-filters and, perhaps more importantly, renders the entire facility an explosion hazard. (Breaking poo poo/heavy weapons use within The Works may cause a fire to break out) Spec. Lombardi Dunker gives you a surly shrug. “Ain’t no Dox, can’t recite the whole Verse. The tear-bag below probably could. I knows Tamara is The Speaker From the Storm and Fernando is The Arms-Bringer. Giles is….. something like yours, dun-”. He’s cut off by the transmission, which seems to cause him pain enough to massage his jaw. Dunker blinks a bit at your question, then clears his head and spits on the ground. “A highup in the Iron Choir. Crazy fuckers that worship loud music, but their fuel’s prime so ya deal.” He gives you a bit of side-eye, almost speculative. “Chatter is that one of the highups has brought in an outsider that can sing to the Storm. Wouldn’t be interested in bringing Tamara back, would you?”
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Spec. Lombardi Dunker shrugs again. “I’m for pointing your hate-thrower at someone else, Saint. I do something shiny for you, I get cut loose to do my thing. Yin-for-Yang, yeah? There’s nothing you can do that can stop what’s coming, you might as well have a friend with you at the end.” A shaky voice echoes up the stairwell. “My Lady? Do you still breathe?” Corvi The car definitely could do with having someone looking after it, its got a bit of a shimmy to it now. But it can probably wait. Now you have Prey, and the Hunt. Which brings you to Rockslide… The story is that it was something like the Tallboys in the before, but didn’t survive the End intact. But the Oldies built strong, and even the broken walls and rubble is strong and safe. Years of tunnelers have opened up paths and holes, one of which is occupied by The Rest. A drinking hole full of hunters, current and ex, its the best place to get the downlow and those that don’t want to be found. Light filters in through the gaps in the rebuilt walls, showing just a few of the regulars scattered about. Several look up at your entrance, and quickly find somewhere else to look. A huge scarred man looks out from a door behind the plankwood bar, and scowls at you. “Whatcha want Death-bringer? Don’t say my company, Dust only falls for that once.”
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6:00 | 2-Armor | Cool+3 Hard+1 Hot+1 Sharp=0 Weird=nil | x x x o >> I think about this offer for a second. "I only came out in the first place at Dremmer's request, so, I'll give you this. Your rebellion or schism or whatever the hell this - " I gesture towards the bunker - "represented, is over, dead, and in the ground. If anyone asks, you've paid the price." Dead bodies and serious wounds will speak to that. And so, it seems, will Mar-Mar. "I'm fine, little Maria. Come on up." That's not true, not entirely. I'm a little banged up, but nobody here really needs to know that. Dunker probably's quick enough to figure it out, though. What I'm not about to do is pass out and die unexpectedly. I have the feeling that's as good as I'm gonna get around here. "So tell me where to find Specialist Jackson, and I'll be on my way. Little Maria can join me, at least for a while, if she likes," and I'll make her the offer once she emerges from the bunker. I'm not calling her Mar-Mar.
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Cool+1 Hard+2 Hot+1 Sharp+1 Weird-2 | 0:00 Harm | 6:00 Food | Hunger ○○○ | 2-Armor | XP ●●●●○» | 0-Barter Power+3 Agility+2 Massive=2 | 0:00 Damage | 3:00 Charge | 9:00 Ammo The place is a bomb. Of course, that will make it easier to remove in the end, but it poses a significant hazard in the meantime. If NJORD is here, a hard entry would be ill advised. So I will try something different. I back off a bit, making my way to a ruined structure nearby, one difficult to see into until you're right on top of it, and even better not easily reached with a vehicle. A vehicle that isn't a jack, in any case. A hardened hanger, perhaps, or old munitions bunke. Long empty, until I place the THRONE OF WANT inside and pull the door partially closed. It should keep for now. I make my way back towards the Works, approaching the main gate openly. "Hail the gate" I call as I come near.
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Spec. Lombardi Dunker nods sharply. “‘Green. I’ve done my part anyways, the rest is out of my hands.” He crouches down and picks up a bit of rock, and begins to draw on the broken pavement. “See here, a few miles south and a bit west of Woodhold is the Works. Fuel store and stronghold of the Choir. Deets are a bit thin, but here’s what I have: now Mother Rust brought in the Storm-singer, but the tell is she’s a bit of a game-chip as all the highups jockey for position before the Rokoff. Your boy Glorifikus is a power, as is Garwiz the Ruinator. That’s the castle your princess is in Saint, beset on many sides. Save her and she’s sure to show your Tamara the way back. ” MarMa- Little Maria appears in the doorway with a grunt, seemingly carrying most of the bunker in overstuffed packs. She blinks a bit at the light, and then pales at the corpses. At your offer she straightens up and tries to look professional. “Aye Saint! I would follow you to the next beginning and beyond, it would give my emptiness purpose! SKADI Several other vehicles approach the gate at the same time, but they give way to you and several heads poke out of windows to gawk. At your cry, a greasy face pokes above a scrap-metal parapet and peers down at the road. Seeing Heracles’ feet, their eyes travel upwards and their jaw down. “Ahhh, hail yurself! What’s your purp metal man? We’re only open for biz and worship, the Leads are in seclusion until the Rokoff.” You see the gunners on either side of the gate stand a little straighter. Not combat-ready, but more watchful than they were before. Wary, but not outright hostile like the inhabitants of Woodhold. You have a feeling your answer is important though…
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What Came Before… The Rinpurt Valley was a quiet backwater for years, a few scattered holdings getting by among the vast and varied wreckage of the World Before. While it was rarely visited by Greater Destroyers, it was preyed upon by the slavers of the mountain fortress of Folly and the traders of the black markets of Stockards. But change has come to the Valley. The Dark Lords of Folly are dead, and its halls thick with scavengers and thieves. The Barons of Stockards joust with each other, testing to see if any are strong enough to dethrone Dragon. Swamp Ash Radio has fallen silent, victim of open warfare. Woodhold whispers of breakers, seeking to shatter the mechanisms of Lord Dremmer. The Soloists of the Iron Choir prepare for the Rokoff, their supporters scouring the Valley for anything that could aid them. And most worrying of all, the Siren’s Gate has opened for the first time in the After. It has vomited forth two figures onto the Valley, both powerful and aweful. The Saint Maria/Queen of the Specters/L’nai’s Fool has allied herself with Dremmer of Woodhold, and kept the Children of the New Stone Age from destroying it. She speaks in riddles and talks to specters, and has claimed the cursed Tallboys for her own. The Titan’s Child/’SKADI’ is a monsterous enigma, a mysterious giant clad in metal. A knight from a far-away realm, she has saved Woodhold from the Spawn of of Shahmaran and thwarted the Endsong-calling Axecutioner. She has also discovered evidence of her peoples’ advanced technology in the valley, and is on the trail of a missing brother-knight. (A summation of what has happened so far, and a jumping-off point for when we start up again)
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Spec. Lombardi Dremmer’s happiness is a tangible thing, and he offers up a pile of the flattened metal beads the residents of Woodhold refer to as ‘jingle’. He is unconcerned that not all of the breakers are dead, simply scattering them off his land is good enough. He does send a group of Huntsmen out to seal up the door though. A cautious man. As you leave Dremmer’s manor house, MarMar is oddly silent. The walk back had been filled with as much nervous chatter as her two enormous backpacks would allow. Of her people: scrappers of the Lost Fleet to the west. Of her capture by slavers: after following the wrong sort of merchant out of Waterway. Of her faith: the DOx, followers of the Saints and the Bright Man that battled the Mother of Destruction at the End. But now she’s silent, and you see her eyes dart back and forth. And then you notice the whispers and glances around you, barely hidden anger. Its the young bucks of Dremmer’s Huntsmen, their facepaint garish. Perhaps Tommiboy’s friends are as stupid as he is? It is a long walk back to Stasis, and a lonely one. (3-barter gained from working a gig) SKADI The outer courtyard of this ‘Works’ place is a chaotic mess. You can see how this area was not part of the original facility, created by the scrap-walls. One corner is filled with smaller vehicles of types and conditions that defy description or cataloging, all jockeying around fuel dispensers. The majority of the courtyard is dedicated to enormous bowsers and large tanker transports and the scrambling crews transfering fuel from one to the other. There’s an inner wall separating the courtyard from the fuel bunker proper, decorated with garish colors and symbols. Its broken by two vehicle-sized gates and a more human-sized one, and the spaces between are covered with stalls selling food, drink, and an assortment of oddments. While your walking suit has drawn some attention, its more of a ‘big weird vehicle to dodge’ sort. A man wearing a bright but grubby yellow vest and nothing else waves two painted sticks at you, gesturing towards the smaller vehicle depot. This close to that monstrous antenna, you’re starting to get some static in your comm system. Its odd, almost like BIFROST’s carrier signal is being duplicated. Yx Its amazing the number of friends you’ve made in the weeks since Folly’s fall, all interested in your particular skill set. You and Parrack sit now in the highest level of The Works, insulated from the noise and the smell in Mother Rust’s boudoir. The older woman studies the pair of you, but soon gives up in the face of Parrack’s secretive smile and your veil. “A bit of biz for you, secret-like.” Her voice is low and throaty, gravelled by decades as the head of the Iron Choir. “The Rokoff draws near, the holy of holies. And I shall welcome all comers, as is our way. But there is one, the Solo known as Glorifikus. He perverts the Rokoff, makes deals with strangers in the shadows to deny me my Instruments. I want him to never feel the touch of the Metal ever again, cut off from the Maiden of Steel for the rest of his life. If you do this for me you will never want for fuel again, and all of the Choir shall sing your praises. What say you?” Scarlet It was supposed to be a simple job. You didn’t even have to go into the Beyond, just provide transport and security for a small parcel from Stockards to Waterway. A bit boring really, but the money was good. Was good. The box is sitting on the table between you and Corgi in his driftwood shack on the edge of Waterway’s market, and he’s looking at it like its about to take his fool head off. “Look, I know you put in the travel time and such. But what I’m saying is that I ain’t taking this and there’s no money for you.” His two hardbois, their fists wrapped in tough leather to avoid Waterway’s weapons rules, shift a bit and look less bored. You figure you’ve got about a minute before they persuade you to leave. What’s in the box anyways? Vaya Its been a nice quiet morning, a rarity. The market’s bustling, the swamp-folk and scrappers stocking up in the face of the rumors flying around the valley. And it looks like the tenchfoot that was giving your folks such issues has retreated for now. You’re enjoying a bit of quality time with a nice bit of gatortail when Nitro and Broadside, two of your perimeter-walkers, bust into your shack supporting a third bloody man. Its Mossy, a pathfinder who’s known to you. He’s been through the wringer, several bullet wounds poorly bandaged. Nitro looks at you, eyes wild. “He just ran outta the swamp into me an’ Broad. Started yelling about the radio being dead and the death stomper chasing him!” These two would have been walking the south side, closest to Swamp Ash. You’d heard the talk on the radio of an attack, but you also knew that a sizable number of scrappers and such had volunteered to help. Nothing in the Murk could marshal enough force to crack that many bois, could it? What do you do?
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Vaya the Hardholder Cool-1| Hard+2| Hot+1| Sharp+1| Weird=0 Harm: 0:00| 1-armor | XP: 0/5 | 2 barter (3 from Wealth, -1 for lifestyle) I have my eyes closed as I listen to the people coming and going from the market. I hear them shout and debate and haggle and discuss and call each other crooks and fuckers and even worse. There's surprisingly little animosity in it, considering the kind of insults that get thrown around. It's just what you do in the market; it's part of the game. Of course it can't last. I can hear the uneven steps of people approaching, and I get that gut-feel that there's going to be trouble. I discard the gator tail (it was still warm, drat it) and cross my arms as they barrel in my shack. "Nitro, Broad. What is it?" My bois are trained to handle everyday threats, but this doesn't sound everyday. Luckily I already have my padded vest on. I grab my shotgun and ensure it's loaded as I bark orders. "Broadside, hand this guy to Tape, tell him to fix him up, then pull about half the guards from the northern border and bring 'em south. Nitro, make way." One quick pat at the hilt of my machete to make sure it's in its place and I'm ready. "Show me where you found him." As we race out of my shack, my mind races too, wondering what we could be up against. If that Crompton guy managed to take down the radio, he must have a lot more firepower than I thought. And thw radio tower's way too close for comfort. poo poo. Let's hope this death stomper isn't with him. I don't want a war on my hands. quote:Woman, casual wear, scarred face, sharp eyes, wiry body paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 15:00 on Jan 29, 2019 |
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Spec. Lombardi There’s a bit of mean-spirited laughter that’s meant to sound intimidating, and almost a dozen of the younger Huntsmen melt out of the trees and old outbuildings. Of course Tommiboy is there, surrounded by a wall of muscle. They’re all armed with clubs and wrapped fists, some at least have the sense to look a bit nervous at your rifle. Tommiboy of course is unconcerned. “What, tired of L’nai’s bed already Fool? Gone and got yourself a Fool’s Fool? Its time you learned to respect your betters. Put up that popper and I promise my bois and I won’t break nothing.” -there are alot of Tommyboy’s bois (medium gang) -they are all around you. SKADI As you head towards the indicated berth, you don’t notice anything that screams OLYMPOS, and Heracles doesn’t toss up any more IFFs. As you cast you gaze around the courtyard, you do notice a woman making the rounds that the other refuelers and metalwrights seem to defer and report to. She heads over your way, a puzzled expression on her face. “I didn’t see you leave Sir Knight” she yells about the din. “I’m sorry but none of the Choir are about to let you through into the Sanctum.” A new window opens on your HUD, the results of the AI’s investigation into the errant signal. It is in fact interference, another tight-beam signal transmitting with the same protocols as BIFROST. It seems that while CHARON is not talking to OLYMPOS, its still talking to someone. Scarlet Corgi’s round face fushes even further, and he nervously mops at his sweaty brow. “I knooow. But poo poo’s hit the fan and its not worth my life to be seen with that… thing.” Corgi’s never been a cool customer, but he generally keeps it better than this. His hardbois push off from the wall they were leaning against and come around to either side of the table. Nice and calm-like, but with an understood for now. -Corgi is most vulnerable (he’s within arm’s reach) -the hardbois are the biggest threat -you’re pretty sure Corgi keeps a holdout weapon under the table Vaya Nitro and Broadside look relieved that things aren’t their call anymore and snap to action. As Nitro leads you back towards the southern perimeter Bug, Dig/Dug, Sali, and Posei catch up to you and let you know the rest are on their way. You hit the southern edge of your territory at a near-run, Nitro pointing the way. You come up over a hillock rising above the muck and see a large shape moving through the trees beyond with much whining and clunking.  It rotates back and forth, almost like its looking for something. The fellow on the shoulder mount pounds on the armor and then points in your general direction. Actually, not at you, at the quickest path a 5-meter metal monster could take to Waterway.
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Spec. Lombardi The burst is already leaving the rifle’s barrel as you swing it up towards Tommiboy. But while he’s an idiot, he’s not stupid, and he’s already ducking. The two Huntsmen next to him cry out in pain, though you swear you at least winged the Chief Idiot. He jackrabbits, and the rest of the Huntsmen decide that they signed up for some heavy hazing, not gunplay. They fade back into the trees, leaving the wounded to their fate. You hit them low, and despite their pitiful cries for mercy you don’t think that they’ll bleed out. MarMar takes a step forwards, a fire in her eyes. “And thus shall all that waylay the Watcher of the Threshold!” She turns to you, a grim set to her face. “Will you end them my Saint, or show them Your mercy?” Scarlet Corgi’s hardboiz start towards you when you begin to move, but you’re done and holding an empty revolver before they can close the distance. They stop short, itching for a fight but looking to their boss for the go-ahead. Corgi looks even more panicked, the fear of not having his gun and what Vaya would do to him if she found out about this adding to whatever got him in this pickle. He holds up his hands, and then slowly reaches into his vest-shirt. A bundle of Works fuel-cards hit the ground in front of you. “Here, take this and your shipment and just go, please. I don’t want to have them hurt you, but I also don’t want to get gakked.” Its less than what you were promised, but you could still shop around your delivery. If you want to avoid trouble here, that is. Vaya Your heart’s beating alot harder than it used to, but you’ve made it up to the top of the stomper. This close, you see that Goggles is Pinto, one of Crompton’s cucklefucks. He’s blinking at you through those goggles, the lens marked up with range markers. ‘Course he’s also got his hog-sticker out, its tip practically touching the end of your shotgun’s barrel. He grins a toothless smile and yells over the noise of the stomper’s engine. “Heyya Vaya, Crompton sends his best. We’ve come to letcha know you’re part of Greater Cromptonia, and to collect tribute. Gonna ride in with us quiet-like, or are we gonna show your head when we get there?” He seems to think his knife is the equal to your gun, is he that good or just stoned-up? Yx Its fairly easy to find Glorifikus’ chambers, most of the Solos live in the upper reaches of the Works, away from the noise. His roadie stands at the door, barring entry. He brandishes his clipboard, and inquires if you’re on The List in a self-important tone. Beyond him, you can hear the muffled but still booming voice of Glorifikus. He’s speaking with someone, the silent echoes carry tastes of pleasure although his words can’’t be made out. Oddly, he has a guest that is also speaking, but you only hear the muffled words in your ears, not the silent echoes in your depths.
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Cool=0 Hard=0 Hot+1 Sharp=0 Weird+2 | 0:00 Harm | 0-Armor | XP +----> | 6-Barter "On the list? Not yet," I murmur, moving closer. I would desperately like to hear what's being said behind that door, but desperation doesn't show itself upon my face, not any longer. I keep my focus on the roadie. "You're a Roland, aren't you? What an honor to meet you! I'm such a huge fan of Glorifikus, and... and you're..." Now, drop my head, pretend to be nervous. One more benefit of the veil; I've never been able to fake a blush. "I, ah, I was hoping I could meet Glorifikus... later. For some, um, unofficial business. Y-you know." It's an odd feeling, to be acting this way. Distant. Like I'm watching myself perform. Should I feel disgusted with myself? Maybe. I don't. I lean in even closer, almost whispering in the roadie's ear. "You'd... be more than welcome to join us." @Yx (megane): 2d6+1 manipulate Roland Saver = (5+1)+1 = 7 XP for rolling Hot.
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Cool+1 Hard+2 Hot+1 Sharp+1 Weird-2 | 0:00 Harm | 6:00 Food | Hunger ○○○ | 2-Armor | XP ●●●●○» | 0-Barter Power+3 Agility+2 Massive=2 | 0:00 Damage | 3:00 Charge | 9:00 Ammo For a moment I can't respond. For this woman to say that, NJORD must have made an alliance with the leaders of this place. And for command to have sent me, with the orders I have, means they do not know. NJORD has abandoned the mission, the cause. I stop and take a breath. Maybe there is some other answer here, besides the unthinkable. An emergency or an opportunity that required immediate and drastic action. Whatever is going on, I must get to the bottom of it. I key the external speakers. "You have mistaken me for my Brother-Knight, who sent word to join them here. I am SKADI; do you know when they might return, or where I might meet them?" Hopefully I can reach NJORD before word of my coming. That is the likeliest way to learn the truth of the matter. Act Under Fire @SKADI (Gorbash): 2d6+1 = (3+1)+1 = 5 Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at 23:31 on May 27, 2018 |
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Scarlet Corgi’s hardboiz lurch towards you, surprised by your sudden movement. Corgi frantically waves them off, already gurgling with the slight pressure you’re giving him. They hesitate, then shrug at his gurgled curses and leave the shack. You don’t think they’ve gone too far, but they’re out of sight and earshot. “See Scarlet,” he wheezes. “I’m still your dude, there’s no… need to end a… profitable relation… ship.” (Corgi does what you want) Vaya Now, if Pinto had actually read the training documents that shipped with the original chassis the doom stomper was grafted onto, he might have seen a section that spoke of the training and self- control required to overcome the sense of euphoria and invulnerability that most new pilots felt. Of course, even if Pinto found that ancient Operations Manual, the man couldn’t read. So is it really his fault that he thinks he can gut you before you pull the trigger? Unfortunately for Pinto, while he might have been quicker than you his poker face is… was, lovely. You squeeze before he can twitch and the blast sends him backwards, his corpse dangling from the gunners seat by a caught leg. The stopper pauses, and begins to turn erratically. The flamethrower arm transverses as far as it can, but the gout of flame barely warms your face. (Pinto sucks it up, 3-harm messy vs his 1-armor means he ded) Yx The roadie, SAVER hand-stitched on the breast of his jumpsuit, pales a bit under his stage makeup before licking his lips. “Uh, yes. I believe that His Melodiness might have an opening for later. But as His trusted assistant, I should… check your business first. To ensure its up to His standards." He tilts his head towards a nearby door with the faded runes ‘ванная’ painted on its surface. (The Roland Saver will totally let you into Glorifikus’ room later, if you let him sample the merchandise first.) SKADI The woman looks at you (the chest compartment, not Heracles’ head) as she listens to your tale, and then simply taps a bit of tech on her chest three times. The suit’s AI chirps a warning as a weapons emplacement on the inner wall rotates slightly to face you. “They really need to teach Knights to lie better.” She points out the weapon emplacement. “You are now being watched Knight SKADI. You may sup, repair, refuel, whatevs here in the outer courtyard like the rest of the rabble. But if you close upon the Inner Sanctum, the boomer on the wall will put a dew shell through you. Good day, welcome to The Works, please direct all complaints to my arsehole.” She turns away, ‘DE MACHINA’ labeling the back of her jacket in reflective tape.
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