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 Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 2:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 2:34 pm
RP Prompt time!
He wakes to the sound of waves lapping against a rocky shore, a soothing tempo that calls quietly to him, drawing at something deep within. In the distance he can hear the wind blowing against the towering cliff sides that make up the Water Palace. Unaware of it, a blood moon rises over the great mirror lake, highlighting his ebony form in an eerie crimson. Nearby the protector of the Water Tribe watches alongside the head of his chroniclers.
(NPC's are not allowed in this shop! Keep that in mind, but you may respond to Stillwater and Chaucer. I give you permission to "play" Stillwater for this entry if your character needs to have dialogue.)
A crisp, bitter, almost sharp smell tackled his sense of smell and woke his thoughts. The subtle poking and prodding of water touching land whispered trough a pair of dark ears; the edge of the Mirror lapped with land. The sound of the lake hushed softly in the background of his sense of hearing as ebony ears awoke to other sounds around him. Other sounds of stillness...
No, there was a 'tussle'?...Was that the right....
'Word?'
Yes, a 'word' it was a 'description' a spoken form of speech that was used to describe a phrase, that was used in language....
The Crimson crowned b'alam's head tilted as his thoughts began to contemplate where he was 'knowing' all these things, so suddenly even. It was like a rush. One that flooded quickly into his thoughts-it was intense. It was almost like he was to be taken over and drowned by a wave of anxiety, if it had not been comforted with a land of understand as it clashed on the shore of his mind.
Another salty crisp breath, a shuttered one was then released. Crimson front paws shifted under him, in a soft, uneven and...mushy land? There was a warmth that seemed to cloak around his body as he rose, as if guided by a string that was held by the grand paw of existence. As he stood, pawed toes wiggled and burrowed more into the grainy earth. How strange. Suddenly there was a soft poke of something that flowed. There was a coldness that seemed to reached out and steal his paw's warmth. Alarmed, with the sudden change of temperature the b'alam quickly retreated a few steps back. With a tilt of his head, it was as if the strange liquid left just like he did.
Was it still there?!
With a hop, the b'alam slashed down onto the water that touched shore. The bits of grain earth tickled in between the pad of his paw, the streams of water that slipped though his fur gently teased like a tickle against his skin.
A strange sound erupted from the maw of the b'alam in what seemed to be a cheer of delight. He hopped once more, hoping to catch the water once more. This time, he went deeper into the water. His hop this time manged to kick up water to his face and maw. It was at that moment, something on his lipped past a opening of his face. It was as if his tongue suddenly had a mind of his own, and knew what to do as it lapped about his maw, trying to change the taste or catch what ever was about his face. It was quick to gain a mixture of earthy, bitter grains and more fresh water.
What a strange sensation!
What was more, was there was something about this strange, slooshy, cold thing. It tickled at his paws and almost seemed to grab at him, and take him. It was...fun, and what was more-was the fact that he seemed to share a 'kinship for it', like it was 'a part' of him but separate. He hoped it would never go away.
With a few more hops, the newly woven danced and pounced about the shore of the water like a cub experiencing a pool of string for the first time. The Night air was filled with the new b'alam's laughter.
It was at the moment, that even the ominous blood moon seemed to even smile upon the delight of the joy of another experiencing life for the first time. After all it could be said, 'for every dream that his shattered another one comes true....'
"It almost seems like a shame to disturb him, doesn't it?" Chaucer asked as he turned his head to look over to his Magus, Still Water. Realizing at that moment, even on a night as worrisome as this; a smile still rested on his maw as he watched the new creature and he turned his attention to his friend. Perhaps the Crimson hue that cloaked one of their two moons, wasn't so bad after all?
Paws quickly danced about the water until they touched dry land. With a whip of his body the new b'alam pounced back into the water. His tail kicked up another wave, managing to splash himself.
Taking in a breath, the newly awoken took in a slow breath as he sat back down on his hunches. His body still being cuddled by the crisp water. A content breath was slowly drawn in to the b'alams lungs as he felt something inside him pound and race as if trying to escape from his chest.
It was that moment his thoughts took to the 'uplifting' feeling that made him feel like he was 'floating' on the inside.
Happy....he felt happy.
Ears turned and tilted back, as something poked at his insides, telling him that there is others like him. Quickly, his head turned curiously, and his body moved with it. Sadly pulling it's self from the water. One stride after another, his tail unknowingly bowed out behind him.
But something more could be exciting where this feeling was coming from. That was exciting in it's self.
It was-
'....'
Suddenly as if something reach out and grabbed on to him, the new tahtll-it what seemed to be in slow motion was scent into forward tumble.
It was at that moment, the new one wondered what such a sensation could be. He felt light, his paw slightly pricked and felt warm. But for a moment...light and free, like he didn't have a care in the-There was a 'flash of light', that shot thought the darkness of his might, that was announced the harsh landing took place of such a 'freeing' feeling.
Among rocks and earth. The b'alam raised his head slowly as his thoughts suddenly felt 'shocked'. What just happened?
Blind eyes opened, unknowingly and blinked as the b'alam tested out the features on his maw-making sure he knew what he had stilled worked properly.
...
All seemed...good?
There was a dull pressure on his front paw.
Sitting up, The Tahtll raised the paw close to his maw and he licked about it, hoping to fix or 'change' the sensation. It was a moment of tending to the foot, the 'p***k' of pain seemed to fade away as tongue danced on rough pad and teeth checked out the pointy things that protruded from it. With a little grab of his teeth, and feeling a tug on his paw, the sharp things seemed to be attached and apart of his whole. Hm, those would come in paw later...
"...That looked like it hurt." Left Chaucer in a slight hush as he looked to his friend, and tribe leader.
"I mean he have to be-" The wind b'alam admittedly didn't understand why he didn't see the rock in front of him. Sure, it was dark and he wasn't a dark triber, but the rock was kinda hard to miss, unless....
"oh...." It has dawned on Chauser. Something or rather someone, seem to whisper such a suggestion in the pit of his soul. What if the newly woven couldn't see?
But...
Why would the Weaver do such a thing?
With a turn of his head, questioning teal eyes turned to place themselves on the water tribe leader....
"...Maybe it's a sign of things to come? Perhaps, he is an omen?" Chauser was quiet to enquire with Still Water privately, but failed to hide a troubled look from his maw.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 11:55 am
 Life stirred within the newly woven form of a water b'alam who matched the colors of the nights waves, bright markings visible against the light of the blood moon. Sound. That was the first thing that came to him before he opened his violet eyes. He could hear the sound of one... his mind searched for the word and found it quickly as knowledge almost downloaded into his consciousness. Someone was splashing.
Eyes opened and he realized he was upon a hard surface, the water lapping at his tail and he realized he was upon the rocks. What an odd place to be. He was slightly further down the shore, but there he was.
Dreogan rose up and he became aware of his name and where and what he was. He blinked in the light of the red haze that illuminated from the moon and covered the lands in which he was now standing. He spotted the dark colored male who had been jumping in the waters and stared at him curiously. What was he doing? He realized then he was laughing and found himself enthralled with the males antics and just stood where he was for a moment before stepping forth, paws taking in the coolness of a water, a soft sigh escaping his almost permanently sad expression.
He watched in shock as the other stumbled and fell and he was curious as to what just happened. Had he not seen what was before him? He moved slowly towards the dark and red colored male and came around before him to face him in the moonlight. He saw then what the issue was. Why would the Grand Weaver do such a thing? This troubled him but the other seemed unaffected minus the fact he could not see. "Are you hurt?" Silly question to ask. But it's what stumbled forth from his mouth.
WC: 313
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 4:38 pm
She was torn unceremoniously from a world of silence and darkness and thrust into one abuzz with activity and painted an unsettling shade of crimson. Though there were others moving about, her gaze was first drawn to the blood moon hovering nefariously overhead. Though it made her feel slightly uncomfortable, she also knew she was somehow connected to it. As though it was this harsh red light that had dreamed her into being. She lay atop the damp ground for a few moments, blocking out the voices of those around her and remaining transfixed by the seemingly angered celestial body. It was significant somehow, but she had no idea why she thought so.
It wasn’t long before the activity occurring a little ways away from where she had awakened garnered her attention, but when she opened her mouth to call out nothing but a deafening silence filled the air. The icy fingers of panic began caressing her spine as she attempted to speak time and time again, but was unable to form even one word. There was no pain in her throat that led her to believe she had been injured somehow; in fact, one could almost say there was nothing at all. Instead of words she formed odd sounding little puffs of air that would come out at strangled intervals. Her heart fell with the realization that she was simply unable to speak. Why? Why was she not allowed to have a voice?
Tears welled up in the corners of her red eyes and her head hung low to the ground. Her entire body quivered as she fought to cope with this knowledge. She could hear the others speaking, each in possession of a unique sounding voice, and each capable of communicating with one another. She wrapped her tail protectively around herself and stared into the still waters of the lake by which she had awoken. Not only was her lack of a voice rather odd, but the red eyes ringed with the ghost of a skull staring back at her had her reeling. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she barely brought herself to her feet in order to skitter away from the reflection. Was that her? What on earth was she?
She began to realize that she had more in common with the frightening blood moon that painted the world red than she cared to admit. Both of them were relatively terrifying in appearance, and she felt as though she wished to be as far from others as she could possibly manage. She wouldn’t even have her words so that she may convince others not to fear her. A trail of tears began to fall down her cheeks as she stared at the rocky shore below her. Why? She kept asking herself internally. What was the purpose to all of this?
Curling up into a little ball she squeezed her eyes shut and yearned for the place of darkness and oblivion from whence she had come. At least there her silence was acceptable, as that world was entirely quiet and unassuming. Burying her nose beneath her paws she wept silently and prayed that the others would not find her. She would hate to see their reactions, would hate being unable to tell them not to be afraid, or even to tell them how afraid she was.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 2:20 am
Beside the winged Chronicler Stillwater stood in relative silence. His companion spoke, breaking the silence around them but it was as if he only heard Chaucer from a distance. It was a rare thing to see the water magus with anything but a quiet, gentle expression on his face but that night the world had felt...tense. The waters were unnaturally active, stirring and churning under the light of one of the twin moons. It was in its full phase but somehow it seemed much larger than was normal. It loomed, rising over the dark peaks in the horizon until a thick shadow began to creep its way across its heavenly surface.
Stillwater watched it, standing still as the stones under his paws with exception to the veil of silvery hair that drifted in the slight breeze whispering from atop the mirror lake. As the moon was consumed by shadow, the forms of newly woven began to take shape along the ground. His eyes narrowed as the breath caught in his chest. The pelts of two of them were marked by the very scene unfolding in the heavens. The bright, soft glow of the moon was becoming pale and sickly like newly shed blood. The shadow had devoured the heavenly body and cloaked it in crimson.
His eyes flicked from the heavens down to the three forms stirring. One rose up and began to stumble forward. It was not unusual for a newly-woven to take some time to find their paws but this one in particular seemed to have some difficulty. His maw twitched into a tight smile as the male found the water and began to delight in the feel of it. He didn't seem to be in any state of alarm...
"We mustn't be too quick to trouble ourselves- or them." Stillwater reminded his friend gently, shifting a quick glance Chaucer's way, "If this is some message from the Weaver, he would expect us to act with wisdom, not haste. Right now..."
Stillwater glanced to the second B'alam to emerge. This one's pelt seemed to bear battle scars...but as bright markings against a dark pelt. Shining tear marks streaked from his eyes while a gruesome "wound" with a grinning smile seemed to slit his throat. It was unsettling...a blood moon, a sightless B'alam, now one that appeared ...deathly wounded. Death... a concept he hoped never to have to explain to his tribe.
The third, a female, caught his attention. He jerked his chin her way, hoping to shift Chauser's focus towards her. She was frightened, clearly distressed, and had a hopelessness to her. "Right now...", he continued, "We know what we were called to this place for. Let's gather them. Draw the Nantlil in, I will fetch the two Tahtll. They may find comfort in knowing the Weaver has chosen to weave them together...and they will want answers."
They weren't the only ones... but they were in greater need than he or his companion were. Stillwater shot an uncertain look up to the sky as the shadow began to slowly roll past the moon. Weaver help us...
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 3:41 pm
Looking back to the Water Magus, Chaucer became silent and gave a nod to the leader's wise words. This was one of the reasons Chaucer was a chronicler and not the leader of a b'alam. It caused him to inwardly chuckle, he however wasn't wearing his mask so he was free to be himself.
As Still Water turned his head and his attention was taken by the new life that had been formed on the shore, Chaucer turned his attention to the Nahtlil. Tilting his head, he watched as she seemed to be panicked in some sort of way. Which, inwardly he found a bit strange, did something happen to her upon being woven. She made no noise, but her body moved in a vary frantic manner.
Hmm, one seemed to be without sight, another without words the others pelt seemed to be scared with markings...
Weaver indeed help them.
"You always did know what to say." The Poet smiled. Nodding to the leader he started to slip from the rock perch. Halting his paws, he looked over his winged shoulder.
"Weaver Guide you.." Chaucer add before hopping fully from the landing and started in a trot over to where the nahtlil was. It was his way of wishing the leader 'good luck', however it seemed he might need it as well.
Approaching the huddled Nahtlil, Chaucer slowed his steps, and lowered his head a little. His feathered wings remained carefully pinned on his back.
"Nahtlil." The Poet softly coed, his voice sung and gently called to the nahtlil that berried her maw in her paws and sand.
"Sweet Nahtlil." His voice was soft and kind hoping to do the least in scaring her away. That would be vary bad....and not at all inviting.
Tan tail shifted slightly behind him in a little of wave. His body lowered to the sand, where he let his pelt and tummy rest to by eye level with the Nahtlil.
---- The Blind B'alam's ears turned and twisted as he heard what sounded like his own, no other paws steps coming closer. Whoa! That was a weird thought, then he heard...words?
'are you hurt?
Was he well? Was everything okay?
"I think..." The Blind b'alam started as a smile tugged at his maw. He did think and found he was rather good at it. " not." Yes, that was the rest of what he needed to say. 'not', as if to state not to being hurt, right?
Setting his paw in the sand, he thought it might be better to clarify. "That is to say, I am not hurt. However, I am grateful that you asked if I am."
It meant that the other had concern for him? Yes? Yes, that was right....
Turning his head the sightless b'alam 'looked' back at the other. His ears twisted, twitched and turned ever so curiously. Blinking, his head turned to the side as he heard the faint sound of breathing. His own and the other that was with him.
"Who are you?" The b'alam thought to ask, as it was a curious question of his own. Who was he?
'Elijah.....' The named called from inside him? Yes, deep inside. It gave ownership to himself as a whole
"I am Elijah." A smile placed it's self fully on the blinds maw as he looked to the other with his sightless gaze. His dark tail shifted behind him innocently.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 7:27 am
Gaze shifted as he realized there were more than just himself and the Tahtil before him upon the sandy shores. However, his current... concern, yes concern is what it was but focus would be more appropriate as he thought on it a moment more. His focus was on the Tahtil before him. As he spoke he felt lighter and less concerned. The feeling was called relief? Yes, that was it. "I'm relieved to hear that you are not harmed."
Gaze watched as another approached the Nahtlil that wasn't too far away from where they stood currently but his gaze returned to the being before him. "I am Dreogan." His voice was calm and almost ghostly but it held a strength to it. "I am..pleased to meet you Elijah." He said having to think of the word for a moment. As he looked Elijah he knew he had been woven without sight. It was clear to him that this wasn't something that occurred often, something inside him spoke to him, telling him that none of this was something that happened. Was that why he looked as he did? Covered in the markings that he was? Was this something more than any of them currently understood? "There are others here with is." He said then, wanting the other to know that they were not alone on the beach.
WC: 226
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2015 12:02 pm
Squeezing her eyes tightly shut she wished she could go back from whence she came. Her body ached for it, and her mind yearned for the thoughtless void she barely recalled before opening her eyes to this nightmare. As she trembled and cried she tried harder than ever to recall that darkness, but just as she felt a twinge of something the approach of another had her delicate figure stiffening. She thought to make a run for it but found herself unable to move from her crumpled position. It seemed she would have to face this gloom eventuality sooner rather than later.
The voice that reached her was calm and welcoming, but she still did not trust it. Her face remained buried beneath her paws and the only sound to be heard was her ragged breathing. Deep inside of her a voice told her the one in front of her meant her no harm, but she buried that voice beneath chilling crimson thoughts. She did not know if she would be frightening to others as the only one she had seen was herself, but there was something in the air that at least told her something was not right. Besides, she was afraid of her own reflection so she took that as a kind of sign.
Her ears involuntarily moved toward the other as she heard movement. He was not standing over her, but rather prone before her. Inwardly she knew this was a gesture of good intent, but she continued to struggle with her fears. After a moment of nothing happening she removed one of her paws to assess the one lying before her. His features were gentle and she was able to pick up a glimmer of concern in the way he held himself, whether for her or the situation she was not sure. Her other paw soon withdrew as well until she peered at him through uncertain red eyes.
She opened her mouth but again nothing came out. Her gaze dropped to the ground and she breathed a heavy sigh, a frown painting her face at the sorrow of not being able to communicate. The urge to withdraw into that place of darkness once again began to well in her chest and she looked mournfully up at the other.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 10:17 pm
Stillwater chuckled at the complement and waved a paw to dismiss the chronicler. Once Chaucer took his leave, Stillwater turned his attention to the two conversing Tahtll nearby. Smooth as water over a boulder and quiet as a whisper, he descended from his vantage point and made his approach. He hid nothing, moving in plain sight and allowing the moonlight to catch the trinkets on his person and the long mane of white adorning his head and neck. He wasn’t massive, but he did stand taller than the B’alam in the area. He was all leg, hardly intimidating, and had a quiet understanding in his gaze. Newly-woven spirits had been waking under his watch for quite some time, it was becoming something of an expectation now. He knew how they moved, expected them to process words, names, and sensations all at their own pace. It was always best to allow them to set the pace of the encounter.
“Welcome, brothers.” He said with a smile. The darker male looked as if his pelt was peppered in wounds- but he was whole, unharmed. Strange… especially in waking beside one with such an ominous pelt. The blood-moon marked tah seemed…distracted.
Stillwater’s brow furrowed as he stepped closer and inspected the young one’s face. His eyes…something seemed strange. The dark pupil was milky, murky like disrupted water. You cannot see in disrupted water… His eyes went wide. Ah.
But, Weaver, why? What riddle is this?
He forced the confusion from his features and returned his patient smile to his maw. “Seems you’ve already heard the call of the water. How does it feel?”
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 12:57 pm
As the Nahtlil reviled her face, Chaucer's ears perked forward as if to ready to hear something that was to escape from her maw. She had opened it ready to say something, yet nothing.
Chin shifted in the sand a little as his head tilted slightly, she couldn't speak? One seemed blind, and this one couldn't talk....
What was the Weaver doing? Something great was sure to come from this, if it was for the good of b'alam or bad, that was still to be known. However, this was a new life before him-surely grand things would come from her.
"There she is, a silent unprecedented beauty. The Weaver surely has something special in mind for you..."
A flower didn't speak, yet it's beauty was known by just it's vary existence. The Weaver didn't physically speak, yet he communicated deeply and let himself be known. Especially by those who had focused sense to know what he is saying. Yet, this red moon that was painted on her pelt, he remained silent about.
However as concerning the omen was, Chaucer knew...
"Everything is going to be alight, crimson flower." Chaucer coed gently, remaining where he was. His words where in kind and gentle. Trying to recall just how the Water Magus had welcomed him into the world. Grant it, he wasn't as panicked, yet he had his voice.
"You're not alone in this, it seems that there was a few more the Weaver has brought in to b'alam to be along side you." The chronicler smiled, letting her know that she wasn't alone. His brown tail shifted a little behind him.
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Eli turned and tilted his head just a little as Dreogan's rich almost disembodied voice answered him. A smile tickled more at his maw.
"As am I, Dreogan." The Tahtll smiled all the more. His dark tail shifted in a sway behind him, as something in his chest tugged and told him another was nearby. Their spirit was...'bigger', then the others he sensed.
"Yes, it would seem so." The Omen's head remained fixed, as his ears turned and twisted. There was more present, dear Dreogan must have been able to sense it to! It hadn't occured to him, that Dreogan or anyone else for the matter could actually see. It actually didn't occur to him at all that seeing was a thing he was without.
"Greetings." Eli found himself straightening to his paws, his body and head didn't turn to great the other as it didn't seem like something he needed to do. After all he didn't see to know it to be a thing to do. His ear turned to the new voice, and his maw opened as more joy reflected on his features at the mention of water.
"Oh yes." Elijah couldn't find himself smiling any wider. Yes, 'water' that is what that wet stuff was called. The Wet stuff he felt a kinship to, just like Dreogan.
"Please tell me, is there more?" The b'alam answered tilting his head out of curiousty as he started to answer the other's voice question. "I find, I would be 'empty' and 'lacking' without it." His maw's smile dropped a little at the idea of such a terrible thing.
Eli: 1543
Chaucer: 820
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 5:27 am
He was unaware that Eli didn't understand that his lack of sight was something he did not share with those around him, but Dreogan didn't quite understand the situation himself and wasn't going to mention it as the Tah seemed quite content. Since he was not alarmed, Dreogan just left it as it was for he was still new himself but something told him there was something off about the whole situation of their weaving.
His gaze turned towards Stillwater as he approached them upon the shores sands. His ears twisted slightly as Stillwater spoke and his tail whipped back and forth in a slow motion. "Greetings." His voice was still a ghostly whisper yet somehow held a firmness to it that one couldn't quite put a name to.
As Eli spoke to Stillwater his gaze turned to soak in the world around him. His eyes returned to Eli as the mention of water seemed to make the Tahtll broaden his mouth into a wide smile. He was.. Happy. That was the word. Though Dreogan was aware that what Eli was feeling, wasn't something that he felt. He listened as he asked Stillwater if there was more. He remained silent as the question hadn't been directed to him.
His eyes drifted towards the Nahtlil and Tahtll not too far away where he seemed to be... reassuring her. The light of the moon, even red, still illuminated the world around them brightly and he could see by her posture alone that she was uncertain.. no scared.
WC: 255
Total thus far: 794
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 3:00 pm
He looked confused, on the borderline of shock even as it was finally made evident that she was unable to vocalize as the others were. As she watched him it appeared as though he was pondering something much deeper; the same thing she believed that was twisting her gut into knots. She was new to this world, but every fiber of her being was attuned to a sense of wrongness floating in the atmosphere around them.
The discomfort eased a small amount as his gentle voice reached her once more, pulling her from the dark recesses of her troubled mind. She felt lost, but this kind creature before her was not allowing her to wander without help. Deciding she was able to trust him she managed a small smile. She would still be wary, but she also realized that being aloof would only cause her more grief. At least this way she could come to depend on someone.
Her eyes swept over the group that was forming and she brought herself slowly to her feet before the male. With a small nod she indicated that she would do as he asked. She would attempt to be brave in this time of uncertainty and confusion. In truth, she really had no other choice. Her gaze wandered to the dancing waters of the lake beside them and she sighed a quiet sigh. She could not go back to the place of nothingness; in fact she had forgotten much of what that entailed.
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