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• Ultimately Gigi hardly ever knew what to expect from any situation when it came to meeting a new prospect for the "invisible" cause. But that's exactly what got her off. The unknown, the thrill of it, she was an adrenaline junkie at heart. She had to give her warning about stunning the poor guy just because she couldn't guarantee anyone's safety the moment s**t got real. The panic usually got the best of her. Impulsive and incredibly volatile, it was both a brilliant and the stupidest idea having her out in the frontlines of battle. Luka wouldn't hear the end of it if he told her to stand down though. That smart man.
  
  "Talk is boring, Lu." she commented while rolling her eyes at all the other things he was saying, "If you're so worried about a dinner date, why didn't you step up, boo?" she turned and scanned him slowly with a malicious grin.
  
  "I'm ready." she had flicked the map as he folded it back, "You seriously want me to throw my panties at him?" she sighed with a falsetto whine, "Should have told me that earlier. These jeans were too tight for them, Luka. And bras are expensive, and this one is cute." she groped at her chest with delight since it was one of her newest possessions. "If the plan was to seduce him, why'd you build a team? Is this a gangbang?"
  
  The few people littering the street with their mobile stores of touristy junk were a blur as she continued on walking, constantly turned to take physical cues from Luka who might have been a step behind her, but still guiding her. He had the map and really she wasn't about that sort of navigation. He could have given her a street number and avenue and she would have gotten there, but not knowing was the challenge she craved. She dug her hands into her pockets looking for her lighter. It worked to her advantage, as Luka suggested, that she used her beauty to get what she wanted which meant never having to purchase cigarettes. The next person she saw smoking she'd ask for one, maybe she'd share with Luka, maybe not... depending on how much to a tease she wanted to be.
  
  "Mm! Spare a cig?"" she came to an abrupt stop as a trio stood around lighting the very thing she wanted. A little batting of the eyelashes, a coy grin and just a brush of the shoulder and she was nearly being offered three of them.
  
  "Thanks guys." she left, once again with the other two back on that stake out, now with a freshly lit Newport. "You want one too, Lu~?"
  

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[ohlongs]

• Why was he here? What did he want? Was this his idea of a joke? Jules could feel his blood simmering beneath his kin. There were few faces he wanted to avoid less than his brother’s, and Jordan knew that very well. Julius only left his trail open for Jordan to find it in case of extreme emergencies. Mom’s dead? Sure, find him. Kozy’s trapped in a Russian mafia boss’s clutches? Fine, come find him. But this? “hey bro I need a place to crash”? No. Never. ******** that. He expected Jordan to abuse the the signs left for him but he didn’t expect it to be this lame.
  
  Thus, the reason why he was extra pissed.
  
  As he left Jordan there, the idiot mumbling about being ignored and blah, blah, Jules took the few seconds he knew he had to grab a little friend. It usually took Jordan about 7.6 seconds to lazily pick the type of lock Julius had on his door. Julius made sure he was back in 4 to greet his brother with a more appropriate hello.
  
  Jordan walked in, arms stretched, and was met with the barrel of an automatic handgun pointed dead center at his forehead.
  
  Jules knew that there was no way Jordan would leave. It was one of the many, many things that annoyed him most about his older brother-- his extreme stubbornness. He knew the idiot was there to stay and, honestly, he didn’t have the energy or time to waste by fighting back. He needed to get to Jacqueline and he needed to get on with his day… but that didn’t mean Jordan could do whatever he wanted. This was Julius's territory, and he’d make that clear.
  
  “I don’t know why you’re here and I honestly don’t think you’ll give me a straight answer so here’s the deal. When you come in and out of this apartment you are unseen. You do not exist. Do not speak to anyone. I do not exist, so neither do you. Do not touch anything that should not be touched. Do not snoop. I’m trusting you on this because I obviously don’t have the ******** choice not to. Do not ask me where I go and do not follow me. If you mess anything up for me, I will shoot you.”
  
  He paused only to watch Jordan’s expression, still behind his gun. “Clear?”
  
  Julius strapped the weapon to his belt and covered it with his shirt and jacket, only stopping the motion to give Jordan one last glare. “Don’t get too comfortable. We’ll talk when I get back.”
  
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  Anne’s Cafe was popular but also discreet in the way it was practically set up as a place for people to meet. A stranger pushing through the door and searching the place for a face they’d never seen before was a common scene, so Jordan liked using it once in a while when he was called on. Jacqueline was the name of the girl he was meeting, and he didn’t ask for a description other than her clothing. He asked her to sit in a specific spot, and she did.
  
  As soon as he caught sight of her he stood in her line of view until she finally made eye contact, just to double check. It hardly took him more than a few seconds to take the seat next to her. “Jacqueline?” He offered his hand to shake, noticing her tea during the motion and nodding toward it. “Don’t worry, I’m here to help. I’m Julius. … Are you hungry?”
  
  He took time to ask her a bit about herself and to explain in very short detail where he was taking her. Conversation wasn’t really his favorite way to spend time, but Jules did generally take a moment to make sure the person he brought into the Invisible lair was actually one in need of help and not some sort of spy. Since she was with the professor before, she must have been trustworthy enough. His number wasn’t given out easily.
  
  When they were finished, he left a tip on the table and escorted Jacqueline out. “Is there anything you need or want to grab before we go?” He flashed one of the waitresses a smile before closing the door behind them. “And that phone you called me with, I need it back if you still have it.”

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“You’re not staying here. Get the ******** out.”

If those were the first words you heard from your only baby brother, most would be upset. Except for jordan. He could feel the corners of his lips curl up into a smirk. It wasn’t that he liked causing Julius problems but he needed a place to stay and this was the exact reaction he would have gotten if he tried calling his younger brother. They didn’t exactly see eye to eye very often, well ever.

“Oh, come on Jules.” He spoke softly as he set the duffle bags down and crouched near them. he unzipped one that had no clothing just various tools. he rummaged around for a moment before retrieving a small leather case. It almost looked like a day planner but instead it had lock picking tools. “You know if you hadn’t been here. You would have just found me on your couch.” He stated clearly.

If Julius had kept up with anything Jordan and him had learned as children he would hear jordan’s tools breaking the locks tumbler and allowing him entrance. So instead he chose to speak up and hope that Julius didn’t realize what he was doing before hand.

“You know it really hurts that you refuse to take my phone calls, read my letters, join me for coffee on those chilly winter nights when I was in town.” He teased. By the end of his sentence. the lock clicked and his hand already grasped the door handle. With a little push the door opened and Julius came into view, standing there fuming like usual. he was always the more serious one of the two.

“Baby Brother! You should know better than to try locking a door in this family.” He held his arms out for a hug. Even if he knew the best thing he might get is a quick jab to the jaw. Maybe a black eye. But he would take whatever was coming to him. He did just show up unannounced after all.

[ohlongs]

• After the group broke up and went off on their merry ways, Luka’s shoulders shrugged with a sigh. Believe it or not, he was still surprised every single day that even just a few of the Invisibles listened to him. He was never elected a leader, and he probably didn’t always seem like one, either. It wasn’t what he asked for but he took charge because it was necessary. He was thankful to the few who understood and respected that. He was thankful to the loyal, but still worried.
  
  A younger Luka had thought the only thing he’d be worried about at twenty three years of age was making sure he had the best grades he could get in college while still partying every weekend. Maybe he’d have a girlfriend to worry about, or a few friends to keep him entertained. Maybe he’d have a big investment deal going on, or maybe his parents would start cutting off their money until he made more of his own. He hadn’t expected any part of what he got-- no one could.
  
  He hadn’t expected to be left alone with so many people to care for.
  
  He needed a cigarette.
  
  There was a special spot that Luka used for smoking in order to keep the tobacco away from everyone else. Two rights, a left, down the longest tunnel in their section, and up above ground under an old awning. It was his thinking place, too. No one came up there; he was sure only a few even knew about it, so it was peaceful as he drained an entire pack in about four minutes. He really needed to start carrying more cigars on him or at least find a better way to get more smoke in a faster and less expensive manner… without burning down buildings.
  
  At precisely 4:46 he made his trek back down to the main section of their lair and waited for his teammates to assemble. He smiled at Viktoria’s farewell as he leaned against the wall, only moving when Gigi was ready to go.
  
  "If he spots us before, or tries to run..." she began, "I'm stunning him."
  
  Luka shook his head as he eyed the map Thaddeus had given him. “Or maybe we could try not scaring him off or making him angry first?” They were about a block away from the edge of the zone Thaddeus had drawn but that didn’t really make anything easier. “If he’s as evasive as Thad said I want to try talking to him before we attack him. If he sees us and runs we should try cornering him first.” Of course, that only made the mission harder. Stunning the target Invisible would have been the easiest route but Luka knew from experience that straight to stunning could mean held grudges.
  
  “You wore your running shoes today, right?” He smirked up at her and put the map back in his pocket. The shift from serious thought to the typical goofy Luka was clearly visible. “Or if you really want to try stunning him, I suppose you could try stunning him with your beauty. It is getting pretty late. Maybe you can get a dinner date.” He waggled his brows and grinned. Probably not the best kind of teasing around Gigi, but Luka was half dumb and half fearless at times. “Of course, I’ll pay for it.”
  
  Ohhhh, their stakeout was going to be fun.
  
  
  
  

[ohlongs]

• His morning routine usually started after the sun rose but it was always dark in his apartment when he woke. Julius lived in a basement under a building owned by small business owners and their families. There were no windows or any way for natural light to hit his apartment; only a dark staircase practically cut into the edge of the sidewalk was an indicator anything was under the building at all. Surprisingly, despite being inside a concrete box, he was able to receive things like decent enough phone reception, high speed internet, and sometimes even junk mail.
  
  Every morning was the same. Julius hopped out of bed a full minute before his alarm decided to go off, scuffled around his apartment while nibbling on a granola bar, then changed into sweats and went for a jog. It took him a couple years to feel confident enough to go out every morning, and even longer to go out a little more often at night. He’d somehow perfected how to hide and to keep his face from being anything relatively memorable. If anyone recognized him at all he was just the guy in the gray sweats who jogs here every morning or the attractive brunette that never gave you his name.
  
  At least, that was who he was to anyone who wasn’t an Invisible. The group hidden in the city knew him a little differently… and many probably didn’t trust him. That was alright. Julius never really cared enough to impress anyone. He wanted to live by himself, in his concrete box, and away from everyone else unless he was needed-- he couldn’t turn away any Invisible in need of help. And so that’s why he stayed in NYC for so long. He should have moved years ago. Besides, he had a friend now, and she knew how to keep him on his toes. She kept him in shape, which was as fun as it was important just in case one of his enemies finally found him.
  
  After his jog ended he finished off his usual morning routine. 30 more minutes of exercise, a shower, oatmeal and orange juice, and then a good 20 minutes to figure out what he was going to do for the day. What a glamourous life.
  
  As Jules slipped on a pair of jeans and a gray v neck a faint buzzing came from the other side of the room. He had three different phones for different reasons, and this wasn’t his main phone.
  
  This was the phone that only a dead man had the number to.
  
  With a brow furrow and many questions at hand, he checked out the number displayed on the phone. It wasn’t familiar in any way, so there was no telling who might be calling. Still, he’d have to answer. While he only gave the number to one man, he kept it on just in case he’d sent anyone to him for help.
  
  It was a quick phone call, but long enough for Jules to hear the worry in the girl’s voice. She’d gotten his number from the professor he once knew and that was enough for Julius. Anne’s Cafe was in a different part of the city but it was the perfect meeting place, so he told her to wait there until 5. He’d wait until then, because too much wandering outside was never a good thing in his situation.
  
  At promptly 4pm, Julius had dressed himself in the most nondescript clothing imaginable and a plain baseball cap to cover the top of his face as well as he could without being suspicious. Jacqueline was waiting, but he gave himself enough time to arrive at the scene early enough to check it out-- because anyone could have stolen the number from the professor.
  
  Jules picked his coat up, swung it around to slip one arm in, and opened the door with his other hand…
  
  And came face to face with his brother.
  
  And slammed the door shut.
  
  The fact that Jordan stood there with a couple duffle bags hit Julius after the fact. “You’re not staying here. Get the ******** out.” So much for not being found by anyone from his past.

[bbuing]

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  [ location : traffic jam > Pizza Shop > traffic jam l0l ]
  
  Between the crowded lanes of NYC, littered with yellow taxicabs and busy people scurrying about their own business, was a motorcyclist sandwiched between two large trucks, impatiently tapping his gloved fingers against the handlebars of his black bike. Checking his watch every so often before glancing at the red lights down the road, he sighed behind his matte black helmet, restlessly looking for ways to escape this snail-zone hell.
  
  He’d rather run. Kick off his shoes and just run with his bare feet feeling the cold cement below. He was, how should you put it, .... faster than most? ... to an almost abnormal level. Running with people was boring to him. His interests lay towards racing with cars, with trains, with machines, literally. Nothing excited him more than to run alongside someone or even some thing that could see the world at his pace. It was just better when he ran. Things were always better. He was happy. He was free. No speeding tickets. No one can catch him.
  
  Just as he was about to take his phone out for a call – in case if he was going to be late; his head suddenly experienced an abnormal pulse that he had never felt before. It was a strange feeling that was different from anything he had ever experienced before, heavy and buzzing. As if his phone was ... vibrating in his mind. As if something was giving him a signal, calling him. He suddenly felt completely overwhelmed, a feeling of anxiousness washing over him as his eyes darted around the nearby streets out of some strange instinct. What on earth was with this sensation...
  
  Shaking his head quickly to clear his mind, the cyclist blinked several times before looking ahead at the road again. Perhaps he was just tired from his finals last week. Although being tired was never actually a thing for him. Perhaps it was the shitty coffee. Yes, it's always the shitty coffee.
  
  After a long agonizing period of wait. The lights finally changed.
  
  Green.
  
  His heart skipped.
  
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  “Early as always, my boy!”
  
  A warm voice welcomed him as he pulled up towards the back driveway of PizzoPizzo, the local Italian pizza shop brimming with customers and constant chatter. He was a stubby chef in his late 40’s named Gus, with a curled moustache, burnt cheeks and loving brown eyes, “How was class, Jae?” He asked the helmeted rider from the back kitchen window, smiling eyes curving into a crescent as the boy took off his helmet revealing a messy fluff of jet black hair. “Was good sir.” Smooth words rolled out of his grinning lips, for someone who had arrived in America not so long ago – his grasp on his English phonetics was rather exceptional and ... quick. He had an angular frame and a husky voice, a voice that was rather soothing and calmer than what you’d expect from his impatient exterior, and a pair of observant onyx-coloured eyes, shining with indescribable zeal. It was obvious from his zip-up that he had a toned build, athletic with broad shoulders along with his big hands. Relaxing himself on the seat of his bike, the cyclist flashed a toothy grin at his boss, the distinct features of his face softening as his wide sunny grin melted all traces of worry and anxiety that overwhelmed his expression earlier, he went on to talk about receiving his exam from school when his boss suddenly stopped him with a raise of his index finger.
  
  “Hold on son– HELLO? HI. PIZZOPIZZO.” Tilted with his head holding the corded phone against his shoulders while he jotted down a delivery order with his pencil, Gus noted the strangeness of the location as the caller on the other end never stated the street name – but only a postal-code number.
  
  “—Ah yes, um - - P5 .. 3... Is this your postal code??? ... Yes we do deliver, but you - - Okay yes. Yes we do that. Okay no worries honey. Yes. Thanks bye.” Turning back to the confused Asian with raised brows, Gus handed him a slip of paper with just the postal code for the delivery order. “I don’t know what is wrong with people these days! Like how could you not KNOW where you live? Impossible! Would you mind looking that postal code up on your GPS or mobile phone or whatever it is you children carry? They ordered two large.”
  
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  It wasn’t long before he was back on the road again, with two large pizzas behind him and a rather strange route that the map was giving him from his phone. What in the world was with this order? Postal-code only, and now some abandoned construction area? Jae sighed to himself as he stretched his back, bored eyes glancing at the red light ahead of him while another set of annoying grocery trucks pull up along either side of him. He hated being sandwiched. Was this déjà vu?
  
  
  
  ooc: sorry shitty first :c super rusty.
  feel free to suggest an alternative pizza shop name. LMFAO
  

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• God only knew what Gigi had been up to all morning. She had gone out by eight in the morning and by one in the afternoon she was back and lounging about. She was a free spirit during the beginning days of this cycle of hers. She didn't even like thinking about the state she was in only 3 days ago. Like staring Medusa in the face-- and just how accurate that description was! It sent chills up her spine thinking about it... but it oddly spiked that libido of hers too. Not many dared to venture into that impending disaster, but the one who did hardly ever lived to tell their story. Now that she could walk and live amongst actual people she was reveling in it. She had gone out for hotdogs. More than one, and yes, those food truck ones doused in delicious city smog/fumes and dirt. It made them all that much more delectable. They weren't as frequent now that she lived underground with the Invisibles. But at least it was actually more entertaining than she had ever thought it could be. There was more people to rag on, more people to put the blame on, and more of her own damn kind. She wasn't the "freak" anymore-- at least not the freakiest. Gigi hadn't thought herself a danger to anyone until the day came that she, as a normal, everyday person, couldn't be taking routine days to appease her abilities. They [coworkers] saw her deteriorate slowly, but on the same schedule every single month. Not too many noticed, but the ones closest to her were enough. Gigi became this anomaly, backed into a corner, and eventually lashed out on the wrong person. This happened at every job she could manage to wrangle in. Nothing ever lasted.
  
  Gianna Nicole Baum was once a romantic: the dates, the flowers, and especially a sucker for the chocolates. Now she thought something as crude as a sext was good. Standards change sometimes. She had visited every available (sometimes not exactly available) male and female down here in the lair. Those she hadn't, she clearly had no interest in [duh!]. So when the opportunity to seek out a fresh piece of meat came, Gigi jumped on it. She already knew the procedure. Luka did this at every new prospect. She rallied outside with the rest of her 'companions' and already she was beginning to tingle. She'd nearly shoved other out of the way to get herself at the frontlines. Pushy and quick to fight, no one tried their luck with her. It was probably because Luka was front in center about to announce something, but she liked the first thought better. Time to listen . . .
  
  The descriptions were vague as ever. The only thing that got her going again was when he sid she'd be with him looking for the invisible, houdini man. An unattainable man in the most literal sense intrigued her. She had to call first dibs on him. Her hands balled and her lips tightened trying her hardest not to burst. "Ugh! Let's go now!" she had been mentally screaming at him. If new guy was disappearing so much, they should make haste! The idea of gaining more detail on appearance crossed her mind. It could be a damn good incentive, but then again, that made it more exciting. She was raring to go.
  
  By the time it turned 5PM she was at everyone's neck. The place needed presentable! (As presentable as underground living quarters got.) Needless to say, when she and the others going for Jae were above ground, she was stalking on ahead. If she went astray Luka would say something, she was sure. But now she was relying on pure intuition or the "Invisible" sensation.
  
  "If he spots us before, or tries to run..." she began, "I'm stunning him."
  
  That was her fair warning. Her bite, or sting, weren't lethal at this point. The man [depending on how big] might go through some paralysis or numbness if she caught him right. And if Thaddeus was right about him being incredibly fast, this could serve to their advantage. Also! Gigi used any excuse to expel any little ounce of her venom.
  

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• “I’m sorry, son,” the pastor said, looking at the disheveled boy in front of him, “but we’re just don’t have any open positions right now.” The man sighed, grabbing the kid by the shoulder. “Listen. Issac, you said? I can see you’ve got yourself in a bit of a bind, but the most I can offer you is some food.” Turning around, the priest grabbed a lunch tin from his bag, taking a sandwich and offering it to Isaac. “Take this, but you’ve really got to know now. I have to close up.” Thanking the man despite his disappointment at still not having found a job, Isaac turned around and headed outside, tucking his hands into the pocket at the front of his sweatshirt. The sounds of the city still struck him as intolerably loud; how did people live here? A car sped past, splashing Isaac’s pants with water from a puddle on the side of the road. It didn’t really make a difference though, other than to wound Isaac’s feelings even more; they were already caked in mud and grime from living on the streets for the past week.
  
  Moving into the alley next to the church, Isaac sat and opened his sandwich, taking a bite. He had known that God challenged every person in different ways, but at this point, he really didn’t know what he was supposed to be doing. He had followed this strange urge out to this city, but now that he was here, it seemed to be coming from all around him. Every once in a while, the feeling would get really strong, but when he turned to find the source of it, all he would see was the mass of people so typical for the streets of this city. God’s hand had brought him here without leaving any clues about his purpose, and though he would never admit it aloud, he was more than a little frustrated. Shaking his head, Isaac sighed, stomach rumbling audibly from hunger despite already having finished the sandwich he had been given. Pulling his legs to his chest, he spoke the bible to reassure himself, “Verlaß dich auf den Herrn von ganzem Herzen und verlaß dich nicht auf deinen Verstand. Sondern gedenke an ihn in allen deinen Wegen, so wird er dich recht führen.” Though it was only about five, he felt like he had been walking for days, and it was easy to let his head slide back against the brick of the church, the rhythmic noise of the city helping him to doze off.
  
  But wait.
  
  What was that?
  
  Only minutes later, a weird pressure was building inside him. It was the same strange feeling that had drawn him to the city in the first place, and it was growing. Fast. Could God finally be showing him the reason that he had been brought to this forsaken city? Joyful and anxious at the same time, and though he was excited to finally know what was really going on, he moved behind the dumpster that sat at the entrance of the alley. The feeling grew until it was almost unbearable; this was the first time that whatever it was had felt so close. Just as he was about to step out on to the street to take a look for himself, a woman and a man stepped into the alley.
  
  At first, they didn’t appear to have noticed him, but when Isaac caught sight of the strange weapon in the man’s hands – though he had no idea what it was, he could tell based on his stance that it was indeed a weapon - he couldn’t hold back the slight noise he made in alarm, pushing himself against the back wall of the church. Based on the pressure in his head, these were definitely the ones God wanted him to find, but why? He knew it must have something to do with his new powers, but if was being honest, he didn’t have a lot of control over them. What could he do to help these people? And why would they have brought weapons? The woman turned, a soft look in her eyes as she reached out, trying, Isaac could tell, to comfort him. However, the man behind her made a threat, spinning the strange weapon above his head, and Isaac threw his hands up to protect himself, accidentally brushing against the material of the woman’s sleeve. Oh no. Excited as he was, it was only a matter of time before he accidentally disintegrated something, and it just happened to be her shirt. Looking up in time to see the last of the shirt’s fabric burn away into ash, leaving the woman in nothing more than her bra, Isaac cringed and blushed deeply, looking anywhere but her (now rather bare) figure. “I- I’m sorry,” he said, the English words feeling strange on his tongue. This wasn’t how this meeting was supposed to go! Pushing himself against the brick wall in an attempt to distance himself from the pair, the boy felt trapped and afraid of how the woman's male partner would respond to the accidental use of his power.
  
  Pain arced across his back as his power was activated once again, this time on a material that was much denser than the woman’s shirt. Behind him, the wall of the church crumbled even as blisters spread across his back. Yelling in pain, Isaac stepped through the hole he had made, taking one last look at the man and woman before darting into the building, heading toward the front entrance that would take him to the street. Every step brought new pain as it stretched the raw, blistered skin of his now bare (as the back of his shirt had also been turned to ash) back, but he continued forward; this was obviously not the meeting God had wanted for him, even if the feeling had grown stronger when they arrived. Maybe they had been sent by someone else to distract him from his goals. Without looking back to see if he was being chased, Isaac pushed through the front door and into the loud, busy street.
  
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[Yoh 3 G G Bert]

• Thaddeus watched Luka, without interest. His head hurt, and his skin tingled all over. He’d been using his powers a lot these past couple of days, hiding his presence from not one but two new Invisibles in the area. And now he was feeding the last bit of gathered information to the groups ‘leader.’ He didn’t seem to be any more impressed by his one word answer.
  
  “Glowing?” Was all Luka managed to respond in what seemed like disbelief.
  
  “Aside from that odd glow that I have seen, he’s a few inches shorter than I. Brown hair and eyes, and seems to have worked in the sun. But the most distinguishable feature on his is his forehead. It’s rather noticeable. He’s pretty easy to pick out in a crowd. He looks, rather lost most of the time.” He rambled on slightly. But it was more than enough to let the other find him.
  
  “And the other one?” Luka asked without pause.
  
  This one required a moment. His brows furrowed in frustration and the headache he was battling back powered forward. It felt more like a migraine now more than anything. “Teleportation, super speed, invisibility, I don’t know. All I can say is that they are there one second and gone the next.”
  
  He shrugged his shoulders at Luka’s comment about going in blind. It wasn’t like he had much more information when he starts scouting Invisibles. But he wasn’t about to go whining to Luka about it. He enjoyed seeking out others. Usually. So instead he remained silent and followed a few steps behind the man as they moved through the tunnels. Once Luka decided on a good gathering point he clamored about, gathering the small group of people that had made a home in the abandoned tunnels underneath the city. Thaddeus stood somewhere behind Luka, that way he could watch the others in the room. And if need be Luka could, as usual, inform them to come to him with any questions.
  
  However, somewhere in the middle of Luka’s instructions, a sigh parted his lips and he decided he really didn’t want to listen to the instructions. He wasn’t going to be sent out. At this exact moment he didn’t really want to be under the fluorescent lights they stood under. He pulled his hood up over his his thick mess of brown hair and turned on his heel. He didn’t go terribly far. before turning into a room he could often be found in. One he’d made a room out of. A few of the contents laying around were necessities. Some clothing here and there, and a bed. Nothing luxurious though. The most expensive thing was the violin stand he had set up in the corner. If there was anything that could remotely make him feel better it would be this.
  
  Stretching his arms over his throbbing head he wiggled out of his hoodie, tossing it onto the edge of the bed as he strode over to the corner and picked up the case for his Violin. The cool feel of the case on his hands was a welcome feel. When he opened the case and lifted the instrument up, everything seemed to fall into place. Well. It did only for a moment. Before Viktoria barged into the room. Not the most gracious of entrances, but her company was usually welcome at all times especially becak she didn’t say much, but when she did it was well thought out.
  He let her fill him in on which of the two breakouts she was going after, and then explained to her that the boys usual location was near a church. The whole time they spoke, which wasn’t long, his hands fiddled with the instrument he held. When she finally turned and left he raised the Violin up, grabbed the bow, and ran it across the strings. Letting the instrument sing and his mind wander. A new problem added to the mix. How was he supposed to obtain pizza.
  
  He turned his back to the door and began to really let loose on his violin. His choice of song was The Devil’s Trill. His fingers danced across the strings as the bows slid to and from creating what sounded like heaven to him. Maybe he was playing a little loudly, but he didn’t care at the moment, nor did he truly realize it either. Because he had to intention to stop until someone demanded it of him or until a string snapped or the bow broke.
  
  

[angustiated]

• Think about the last time you had just one good hour to yourself. No responsibilities, no important matter pending, no children, no husband, wife, girlfriend, mother, brother, sister, friend to come perturb your one moment. When you can envision it, try just a tad bit harder and imagine a lifetime like that; where your only plan is to go ahead and wait for the day the reaper comes for you for your true eternity of nothing. At least that forever truly didn't have people in it. But regardless, every day, Brian thought about it more and more and what made the two worlds identical. The self-imposed solitude got him to turn to such morbid thoughts. Any psycho-analytical ******** would tell you so, he'd grown up in the office countless shrinks of all practices. Brian was smarter than them, but he'd never voice it. He never found it of any use to divulge his innermost thoughts... or anything at all actually. Because nothing but truths could escape his lips, he made the intelligent decision to keep shut, keep to himself, and not test anymore waters. The last visit to the ward got shook him up enough. At 17, you don't get placed with the mis-diagnosed adolescents anymore with slight to severe behavioral issues. You get placed with the adults. There. That was where you witnessed all the problems of society, the vermin, the unwanted. It was like a place built for just him. It was rare when his head would be blaring while he was in there. Everyone spoke truths in there. In fact, the only time he would be forced to compel, it would be in the company of the nurses and staff. Asshats. Liars, full of s**t.
  
  His discharge hadn't been because of model behavior, nor was it because he had been "cured" or whatever it is that's supposed to happen in there. They wanted him gone. He had been the cause for many riots between not just patients, but staff-- especially the overnight staff. Poor overworked simpletons on the grave yard shifts. They were almost always understaffed during the day, at night some people had to be under lock and key.
  
  There, lies were norm. Truths, always omitted to "benefit" the client. Whatever that really meant.
  
  When the day came that the invisibles came to find him, he didn't hesitate in accepting their refuge. Going back home after having voluntarily admitted yourself into a psychiatric hospital made going back home like letting yourself fall back down the pits of hell. Brian was compulsive, no doubt, and swore he'd go home when he knew his family would be out to gather his belongings. He didn't take much when he did go back. Clothes, one or two things of value, and that was it. It'd be weeks before his mother actually came about and asked more than how he was. It must have been peaceful at home, without him riling up the kiddos. It soon came to be where a simple phone call would give away his location. Brian forbid himself any contact with her and any other family members. He became even more recluse, hardly ever out of his room and the only real consolation? The quiet. The eternal peace of n o t h i n g going off in his head, blaring, screaming inside his being requiring release.
  
  For a long time he spent his time thinking he was sick, in fact hoping that he was sick. If it were so, it meant there must be a cure, there had to be. But then there came the day when he purposely exposed himself to the massive hoards of people. The amount of chaos that flooded him, it had to be supernatural. There was no way someone else could have endured this long enough to find a cure. But what good was it? Telling the truth? Exposing the truth, whatever it was being labeled as, it was trouble. There was that one perk of not being able to be lied to, but with the thousand other faults, there was no up side to it, especially when they began using him as a weapon. His parents, at home, his teachers in school. The annoying kids that stuck around long enough to realize what he could do. They all used him. It was only time before someone honed in on him.
  
  This very morning he was already awake. He had a problem with his internal clock since he slept and rose whenever he wanted. With nothing to worry about, what was the point of a schedule. Luka's rallying was cumbersome but who was he to not listen to the man who had welcomed him here even after he was such a jerk to him countless times. He followed the gathering few and did little else to make himself feel at ease, or helpful. He always volunteered himself to stay home, MAYBE sometimes clean. If he hardly left his room or inhabited any other place, why should he? Flawed thinking, but Brian wasn't all too coherent was he? The two people at his sides were really gung-ho about this. Two more people meant... well! Two more people! It irked him. His sense of unity would never come. He listened for names realizing that a few of the loudest and most obnoxious would be gone. At least that was a little comforting. Maybe he would help clean up a bit. It'd be a while before they left though. If he hurried, he could reach his room before people started talking. Who knew what it was that could cause him to set off... but people always found something to gab about. It dawned on him... where exactly would these two new invisibles be staying? He turned to Luka, he had to know... or Thaddeus. Oh god, he would lose time if he went to them, but he had to know. He stood as the crowd, awkwardly waiting for at least a chance to get to either.
  

[tea rexx]

◣ l o c a t i o n;; Anne's Cafe ◥◣ w i t h;; Julius◥◣ m o o d;; anxious◥◣ s o u n d t r a c k;; Hurricane Drunk◥

The foggy windows of the cafe overlooked the setting sun of a February New York City. The day was warm enough to melt some of the blackened snow on the side of the street, which would only freeze into a sheet of black ice in a few hours - an ominous sign. Inside, a pair of hands nervously furled and unfurled a fortunue-cookie sized sheet of paper that was so worn, the words were nearly indecipherable. But it didn't matter. The woman squinting out the window had memorized the message a thousand times over. A name, a phone number, and a mutual acquaintance.

New York City. For Jacqueline, it seemed as foreign as Brisbane had when she took up university, studying technological and mechanical engineering. As a child, she had been raised in a small town, and the the sights, smells and overwhelming anonymity of a city were shocking. Yet, New York City crammed six times the population of Brisbane into a space one sixth its size. Jacqueline let her mind drift towards numbers and facts, piling hypothetical citizens on top of one another figuring, if she were the only genetically enhanced person she knew in Queensland, how many others there might be here. Although, she reasoned, New York was one of the most notorious centers of international trade in the world. It would certainly draw people like her from around the globe.

The thought both elated and terrified her. In her life, she had only met one other person with enhanced genetic abilities. He was a guest professor at her university, coming from a school in New York City to speak about the prospectives of technological engineering. Around the time of his first class, Jacqueline begin having hallucinations, as if she were entering the minds of the others around her. Every time she entered the room with the Professor, she received a strange sensation that buzzed at the back of her spine. Ignoring it made things worse. She couldn't concentrate on numbers or figures because something always drew her attention back to the Professor. Whenever she chanced a glance, he was always gazing back at her in a curious way. Until the day she had looked up and heard his voice. She's one of us.

Jacqueline had nearly jumped out of her seat. His mouth had not moved at all. She had been hearing murmurings for weeks by then, but this was the first clear sentence. It was then she knew that she had gone crazy, completely lost her marbles, cracked up. She slammed her book closed and bolted from the classroom without collecting any of her things. It had taken weeks for her to work up the courage to go to his office to get her books. And that was when he had explained everything to her.

She wouldn't have believed him, except that her ability matched his exactly. He had never met another telepathic. He thought it strange that she had never recognized her powers before, nor could she use them when she was far enough away from him. For months, the Professor tried to convince Jacqueline to return to New York with him. He told her there were others like them, people who would help her learn to understand and control her powers. But she refused. She loved school, and wanted more than anything else to use her mind to advance the human race, believing that, despite her differences, she could blend in with the rest of the world.

The Professor put in his application and was accepted as a temporary professor. They remained undetected for years and Jacqueline began to hone her telepathy, although she was still unable to do so outside of the professor's presence. All seemed well.Until one morning when her phone buzzed with an official message from the dean, telling students that class had been canceled because of an emergency and everyone was to remain in their homes that day. Feeling that something was terribly wrong, and because she was never one to do what she was told, Jacqueline snuck from her apartment to the campus, where fire trucks and ambulances cluttered the street. She didn't see his body being taken from the room, but she saw the words etched onto the building wall, written in the deep crimson of dried blood.


ＷＨＯＥＶＥＲ ＹＯＵ ＡＲＥ, ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ ＮＥＸＴ


From that day forward, she was afraid to trust anyone. She waited until the time of year when all the other students began dropping out, and simply failed to sign up for classes. Using a pseudonym and a fake ID obtained years before, she bought a one way ticket to New York City, the location her murdered mentor had for so many years, attempted to relocate her. She held in her hand the one paper the Professor had left with her - the only thing that she ever kept of his - a hastily scrawled name and phone number. Julius Erikson. Although she had been in New York for three days, however, she had only summoned the courage to call the stranger when her funds made it impossible for her to stay another night at the cheap motel. Anyways, it was better not to stay in the same place for too long.

Jacqueline's anxiety mounted as she watched the sun sink lower into the sky. According to the weather patterns she had studied extensively before making the trek to the United States, the sun would set at 5:14, which was their arranged meeting time. The professor thought this man could be trusted, but Jacqueline hardly believed it.

A cool hand rested on her shoulder for a moment, causing Jacqueline to nearly knock over her table. The waitress standing behind her wore a startled expression. "Didn't mean to scare you, miss," she said, "I was just wondering if I could clear up for you?"

Jacqueline looked at the miserable cup of tea sitting in front of her. She hadn't touched it since she bought it an hour ago. It was stone cold by now. "No," she replied back, noticing her voice was a few notes higher than it usually was. She instinctively cleared her throat and put on a warm, practiced smile. "No, thank you. I'm waiting for a friend."

[the Anarchit3cht]

An old man sat up right in bed, his fingers grasping towards yet not quite touching a top that was spinning on the table beside. He watched it meticulously, ensuring that it maintained a proper balance to promote the longest spin possible. After a short while, but probably longer than anyone else could spin a top as the man had developed a mastery for it, it began to wobble to and fro--and then suddenly began spinning in the opposite direction. The man wheezed violently, his chest raising and falling with each shaky breath he took. Over time, the deep lines in his forehead began to recede, the skin that sagged around his mouth tightened and his eye regained the shine of youth. Hair began to return to his head, and teeth began to return to his mouth as he struggled to suppress the pain of at least twenty teeth growing in reverse all at once. And suddenly, he was young again. Anton swung his feet over the side of his bed, landing with a soft plop as he stretched his arms to the sky. "I guess that's the price of beauty" he chuckled softly to himself before approaching the book case he had used to bar the door. No one knew the truth about him, and he'd prefer to keep it that way. The doors had makeshift locks on them, but he didn't trust them in this place, they hadn't the best track record.

Forcing it aside he fumbled with the lock on the door--a rusty padlock with a chain--and it simply popped open, no key needed. Placing it on the nightstand beside his bed, he looked to make sure the door was still closed. Moving towards the foot of the bed he knelt down to towards the chest and unlocked it. It actually needed a key for he had brought it himself. Grabbing a pair of clothes he quickly got dressed. A pair of black jeans, a gray thermal, a black leather jacket. His signature look, more or less. Moving towards the door he grabbed his hat and glasses before tightening his boots to his feet. Making his way to the main room he gathered with those who were there. Notably was Luka, the supposed leader of the group, although he had yet to prove himself to Anton, and Viktoria, who brought back to the forefront of Tons memory the time he had spent there. While he didn't know her age, it was likely when she was naught but a small child. Anton blocked out most of what their acclaimed leader was saying--if one thing was certain he certainly possessed the arrogance of a leader as he'd expect one too. At mention of a mission he began to listen. “Vee and Anton, and anyone else who wants to join them, I’d like you two to go after Glowstick.” Fine by him. The way he saw it, she was probably one of the better people to get paired up with. She did her job and she did it well. That meant that he could just tag along for the ride and receive the credit all the same.

"Well, you go take care of business and we'll meet here before we leave." Anton gave her a half-assed salute and the two went about their way. There were two ways he thought this could go down. The person they were locating was either foolish and he'd run, or he'd come along willingly. Either way it didn't really matter, but Anton was hoping for the former because he needed a little excitement in what he thought would be an otherwise dull day. Returning his room he grabbed a few things from his arsenal that he thought he would need--most noticeably a bola. If the walking lightbulb decide to be a running lightbulb this ought to end that real fast.

When the two had met up again, Anton got the idea that Viktoria more or less would take the lead so he began to follow behind her. Shortly the came upon a church and moved towards the back, a shadowy figure appearing from behind a dumpster. The little runt couldn't be more than a child, but that had mattered little to Anton in the long run. He was tasked with bringing him back and that is exactly what he would do. “I not mean harm. Not be scared; I here to help.” He made a grimace at her words. For such a bonafide badass she sure was being soft on the kid.

"Look," Anton started, swinging the bola over his head rapidly(in part due to his powers), "She might not mean you any harm, but she speaks for herself. You even think about running and well..." He clicked his tongue and let out maniacal cackle from deep within him. "Let's just say you don't want to do that" he threatened, the bola whizzing loudly overhead.

[mary queen of thots]

• 
  Man, the Invisible lair was boring without Julius around.
  
  Viktoria sat in the middle of a subway platform that had been modified to somewhat resemble a gym. It wasn’t much—there were only a few pieces of bedraggled workout equipment and taped-up punching bags here and there—but it was better than nothing. It was also pitifully empty, which wasn’t a huge surprise, seeing as Viktoria was more of a people-repellant rather than a people-magnet, especially when she went to work out. Ever since the leadership of the Invisibles had fallen onto Luka’s shoulders, Viktoria spent most of her mornings pummeling things and testing her limits to ensure that if—God forbid—something were to happen, she’d be ready. And even though the facilities here were nothing like what she’d previously had access to in Russia, she was confident that she’d be able to handle any incident that arose.
  
  As soon as the thought crossed her mind, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway leading to other platforms and other makeshift rooms. Vee was on her feet in an instant, absently twiddling with the cotton bandages she’d wrapped around her hands so she didn’t bloody her wrists from her workout—not that she really needed them. For a brief moment she thought that perhaps her workout buddy, Mr. Grumpy McGrumperson himself, had arrived to add some much-needed excitement into her day—but alas, the entryway to the “gym” remained unfortunately empty. Letting out a tiny sigh, Viktoria resigned herself to a day of uneventfulness, and decided that scrounging out some food from the food storage car would be her best bet. After all, the last time she’d eaten had been around an hour ago, and she was already starting to feel a familiar gnawing hunger that never quite went away. If she didn’t eat soon, she’d start fainting left and right, something that would do irreparable damage to her street cred.
  
  On her way to the food storage car, Vee caught sight of Luka zipping into the central room of their little gang, which served as the prime socialization and hangout spot for the group—two things that Viktoria almost never did. She would’ve swerved to avoid dealing with so many people, but Luka’s tone was serious and what he was saying sounded important, so—reluctantly—Viktoria ducked into the hall and hovered on the outskirts of the group surrounding Luka. It was a good thing he’d mastered the art of talking loudly; even from her vantage point in the shadows, Viktoria could hear every word loud and clear.
  
  “—we have another mission.” Vee’s eyes widened and she straightened, her interest immediately piqued and her expression vaguely hopeful. “One we have a location for, but we don’t know his powers other than the fact that he glows in the dark. He’s got brown hair, brown eyes, and a big forehead. If you have anymore questions, ask Thaddeus.”
  
  As Luka went on to explain the case of the second individual, Viktoria began to shift from foot to foot, suddenly extremely restless. She had no doubt that she’d be chosen to go after one of the two individuals, since she was the most resilient resource Luka had. And she was not disappointed; after claiming the unknown Invisible for himself, Luka glanced over at her as he said, “Vee and Anton, and anyone else who wants to join them, I’d like you two to go after Glowstick.” Viktoria nodded once to understand she heard him, and she scanned the crowd until she saw Anton, her designated partner for this assignment. As soon as she caught his eye, she jerked her head towards the food storage cart so he knew where she was headed. Luka’s voice drifted after her as she headed for the food storage, “And Julius is coming by at some point with another new friend, so try not to scare them off while I’m gone.”
  
  Well, that at least explained the absence of her favorite punching bag.
  
  Grumbling under her breath, Viktoria hopped up in the food car and popped open the huge refrigerator, searching for the leftover pizza that she’d carefully labeled and left in there last night. But—surprise, surprise—the spot where she’d left it was miraculously empty. She let out a disappointed whine at that, and instead swiped half the fridge’s contents instead to sate her appetite for the time being. When she was finally finished eating, it was almost 5 PM. Ve stood up and patted her torso, making sure that she had her two Glocks and various knives hidden within the pockets and holsters of her leather coat. It was rare that she needed to use physical force on outsiders—and even rarer that she had to resort to weapons other than herself—but it never hurt to be prepared.
  
  That done, she turned on her heel and headed for the exit of the Invisible Lair, though before she headed out, she took a little detour to hunt down Thaddeus for two reasons: the first being to verify the location of the Invisible they were hunting, and the second being to inform him that they were out of pizza and they needed more. Then she picked her way to the lair’s exit, only to find that Luka and Anton were already there. Viktoria paused to shoot Luka a tiny smile and an affectionate, “Try not die,” before heading out into the wide, open world of New York City. As soon as she left the Invisible Lair, her hackles were up and she was immediately on high alert; Vee had never been a huge fan of the hustle and bustle of the city, now more than ever. The rush of people everywhere made her paranoid, and every loud noise—be it from a honk to a car backfiring to construction—made her want to hit the floor and roll to find cover.
  
  Forcing down her discomfort, Viktoria immediately set off in the direction of the church that Thaddeus had mentioned to her. She didn’t pause or glance behind to make sure Anton was following; he was a capable individual, and even if he wasn’t Viktoria wouldn’t have cared. She preferred to handle “capture” missions alone, even though it was a horrible idea to do so against opponents with powers potentially stronger than hers. And whoever this Invisible was, his power must’ve been strong, because Viktoria began to sense his presence even before she’d even caught sight of the church he’d been squatting around. The closer she got, the stronger the feeling became—like a pulling sensation on the back of her mind. Not enough to cause discomfort, but definitely enough to get her attention.
  
  Following the strange sixth sense, Viktoria trotted behind the church, every fiber of her being singing to her that the Invisible was around here somewhere. At first she was confused as to where he might be, but then she caught sight of a shadowy alley directly behind the church and partially hidden by a dumpster that was blocking half of the entrance. Her interest was immediately piqued, and she immediately went to investigate. She’d barely set one foot into the alley when she heard a muffled cry, causing her to whirl around and come face-to-face with a boy who looked to be no older than twenty, max. His brown eyes were as wide and startled as a deer’s, and he jerked away from her, pressing his body against the grimy wall of the alley in an attempt to get away from her.
  
  Viktoria stared at the boy for all of two seconds before something within her melted. She’d always had a soft spot for children and innocents; this boy’s wide brown eyes boasted a childlike innocence that was more than enough to make her feel incredibly guilty for startling him. She hadn’t meant to scare him—especially not this badly. His face was white as a sheet, as though she’d startled him within an inch of his life. Instinctively, she reached out to him, her own blue eyes filled with remorse for having alarmed him. In an attempt to reassure him, she even opened her mouth to speak to him, her low, accented voice filling the alley as she said softly, “I not mean harm. Not be scared; I here to help.”
  
  

[ohlongs]

• “Glowing?” That was about all Thaddeus came back with. The newest Invisible, just found a few days ago, wasn’t showing much indication of ability other than to glow. Weird and a little underwhelming, but not everyone could breathe fire or throw bone spikes.
  
  “Aside from the odd glow that I have seen, he’s a few inches shorter than I. Brown hair and eyes. And seems to have worked in the sun. But the most distinguishable feature on him is his forhead. It’s rather… noticeable. He’s pretty easy to point out in a crowd. He looks, rather lost most of the time. ”
  
  “And the other one?” Luka watched Thad’s brows furrow a little in obvious irritation.
  
  “Teleportation, super speed, invisibility,I don’t know. All I can say is that they are there one second and gone the next.” Yeah, Thad looked absolutely thrilled. Ecstatic, even. Luka could barely handle the sheer amount of excitement Thaddeus radiated on that one.
  
  “....awesome.” No name, face, or even a more detailed guess on their ability. “So we’re going in basically blind on one.” That would make most a little nervous, but not Luka. “It’s not like we haven’t worked with less before. I’ll get everyone together.”
  
  On his way down the winding, eroding halls of their makeshift home he organized each member into groups according to their powers and personalities he thought should go after each new Invisible. It was difficult to do sometimes with lack of information and such a small amount of members with abilities that would help a search and obtain mission but Luka did his best. He always did his best, and that was hopefully something that worked well enough for everyone else. He wasn’t a perfect leader, or even a chosen one, but he tried.
  
  “Shut up and gather around, guys!” Luka twirled himself into the center hall, arms swinging around lazily and his usual business face on. “Like now, preferably.” He watched rather impatiently while a few members began to get up and meander over to him. Others still stayed seated, finishing up their games of checkers or the last of the page of the book they were reading. “Ahora.”
  
  He watched the last few scuffle over before he started. “Alright, ladies and gentlemen and nonbinary and genderfluid lovelies, we have another mission.” A few might have groaned under their breath, but Luka was glad to see that most still took this seriously enough. “There are two we’re going after today. One we have a location for, but we don’t know his powers other than the fact that he glows in the dark. He’s got brown hair, brown eyes, and a big forehead. If you have anymore questions, ask Thaddeus.” He paused to make sure everyone took that part in before continuing.
  
  “The second we know either moves too fast or too much for us to track down, but we know the area he’s in. Since we don’t know anything about this one and I don’t feel like throwing you guys to the wolves anytime soon, I’ll be taking that one. Kit and Gigi will come with me. Vee and Anton, and anyone else who wants to join them, I’d like you two to go after Glowstick. Everyone else, do whatever you want. If you’re staying here try to clean up a bit so we can give the new ones a proper welcome when we come back. Cool?
  
  And Julius is coming by at some point with another new friend, so try not to scare them off while I’m gone,” he teased. “Everyone needs to be ready to go by 5 if you’re going out.”
  
  
  
  

[ohlongs]

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▐ tab DATE ◞ Tuesday, February 3rd
▐ tab TIME ◞ almost 5pm
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▐ tab THEME ◞ Destiny

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◞ all of the invisibles in the lair are getting ready to head out
◞ the mission is to obtain two newly found invisibles in the area
◞ another new invisible is being brought in by a friend





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