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 Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 4:26 pm
 Era~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Era slowly found herself rousing after a while. The Pikachu was groggy, a byproduct of the anesthesia, and her thoughts were still bleary to the point that it took her a moment to realize why the bed she was laying on wasn't familiar to her. Hazily she blinked her eyes opened only to immediately close them upon the harshness of the light. More cautious this time, she opened them slowly, blinking back the brightness and slowly scanning what she could see just by scanning the room without moving. It was impossible to tell how much time had passed; the place looked exactly the same as it had before to her. The Electric Type realized as she lay there that her breathing was coming far easier now, which brought a half-smile to her face. She was still a little too disoriented to move about, and chose to just quietly lay there for a moment longer, looking idly up at the ceiling as her thoughts gathered themselves together again after being scattered by sleep.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 8:16 pm
 
Desmond & Serrin
Desmond appeared long before the Pikachu awoke but well after she fell asleep. The teleportation itself was silent, but the extremely heavy mass of both Lugia and Flygon that hit the ground sent a rumble through the floor that shook everything nearby. Books shot into the air before coming back down in perfect unison and any form of glass wobbled and clattered as the shockwave of force stretched through the area.
Desmond leaned into the infirmary from where he had appeared and dropped the Flygon there.
"She's injured. Fix her and make sure she doesn't leave until those two are gone."
Just as the hand released the Flygon with an unceremonious thud, Desmond was gone leaving only a very bewildered Nova behind.
"Oh lord... Let's get you fixed up. What happened?"
It wasn't all that long after Desmond had left that the Ivysaur walked into the Infirmary, took a few glances around and then hopped onto an empty seat to wait.
He didn't seem particularly pleased to be there, though he wasn't terribly annoyed by it either.
"Good evening."
Nova
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 9:02 pm
 
Alfred---Scarlet
She was none too settle at being ordered around, even if it as in a manner she couldn't argue against properly. She understood what was needed of her, but the fact of it was she was being TOLD to do so and Scarlet did not like being told to do anything. The snap of a teleport had her glowering at the floor where the Lugia stood before she dipped her head in a nod to the Roserade though said nothing. The Flygon followed the Grass type to the room to get her back fixed. The dragon offered no explaination, rather she fell silent until Nova was through.
Scarlet glanced up at the sound of the door opening. The Flygon lay across the room in a corner with her wings folded, her eyes were narrowed in thought, not aggression, and she watched the Ivysaur with only faint interest. One of Tolin's friends, she believed. Otherwise he wouldn't be here. The Scyther wouldn't have allowed anyone else in here. Of that she was certain.
"Evening." She replied quietly.
Scarlet swept the room with a passing glance and quickly noted the faintest motion from the Pikachu's bed. Serrin was promptly ignored at that point.
Era was awake then, she should say something. Anything.
"How are you dear?" Her voice was neutral but polite, the cheer in her tone had vanished in favor of trying to remain calm. Naturally Desmond had explained things to her on the way back. She was more than a little concerned and a bit shaken up over her having chased a Pokemon who could have easily killed her.
Her eyes went to Alfred for a brief moment, but the Gardevoir was still sleeping; oxygen mask still fastened over his face and breath rasping. He took badly to the smoke, his immune system, as she'd been informed, had been wrecked by some elixir of sorts. She wasn't sure the details, but the short of it was he was quick to take ill and didn't handle pollutants that well. Not to mention the panic attacks, Arceus how could se be expected to watch him. He needed more than her. She doubted anything could fix or help the psychic. The Flygon turned back to Era and forced a smile up. No need to worry the little electric type with her fears. It would do no good to either of them.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:04 pm
Serrin
Serrin remained quiet as the Pikachu woke up, however slowly it was. He had met the Pikachu a few times and he had liked her, but not enough to interrupt Scarlet.
Or Nova, for that matter, who rushed over to the side of the bed. She had taken the Flygon's movement as a cue and was quick to make sure that her patient was fine.
She didn't bother with any medical measures as it was, as she was quite confident the Pikachu was fine. They'd given her a light dosage of an anti-inflammatory which was the only reason she had woken up without a tube going down her throat. All the same, Nova was there in case any problems arose as you never could tell.
"How do you feel? Can you say anything?"
Although simple, it was a basic analysis given the situation. If her voice was clear, then she was fine.
Nova
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Dark_Hunter-Angelic_Tears Crew
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 7:49 am
Era Era's ear twitched slightly in acknowledgment of the Flygon's voice. It took a moment for her to think of whose it was, as she was still a little less than entirely there. Blinking slowly, she tilted her head to look over at Scarlet, eyes still a bit glassy as she took in the sight of the somewhat familiar figure. It took a moment for a name to come to mind, but it began to form on her lips just as the Roserade showed up again. Oh, right. Everything came together upon the appearance of the Dual Type, and she closed her eyes again as the memories came crashing down all at once and sent a thrill of alarm through her. Alfred, Cresselia, darkness, light, fire, Lopunny, Tolin, anesthesia; one right after the other her thoughts replayed themselves so swiftly it took no more than the blink of an eye. Of course, the time it took didn't make it any less shocking to go through a second time; although the emotions were more distant than they had been when they were actually being felt, it was still disorienting to say the least. But it was over now. That thought and that alone kept her panic levels in check and allowed her to sit up slowly and take in the sight of the whole room with some semblance of calmness.
Now that she had retained her thoughts things were far easier to see, both literally and figuratively. Era noted that Scarlet didn't look too terrible, though she was clearly a patient and not just visiting. She also saw that Alfred was still there and still asleep, his oxygen mask firmly in place. Lastly she spotted yet another familiar figure, a certain Ivysaur who she'd met a few times and was likely making good on Tolin's assurance that a friend would be there when she woke. She smiled at Serrin though she didn't have time for a greeting as she was addressed by the Roserade. "I...think I can," she responded, her voice tentative at first and then strengthening slightly. It was still a little quieter than usual, but she found that it didn't hurt to talk as it had before, which she took as a good sign. Looking up at the Dual Type again she spoke again, "I'm alright. At least, nothing really hurts like it did before." That addressed both the Roserade and Scarlet, killing two birds with one stone. Glancing over at the Flygon she added, "How about you?" Now that she was back to functioning her first attentions were to the others, as was normal for the Electric Type.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 9:26 pm
Alfred---Scarlet
Scarlet seemed pleased when Era sat up and replied to her. Her voice sounded clear, a bit soft but that was to be expected. She probably wouldn't be able to speak any louder than that for a while. It was lucky the fire had been put out when it was, any later and...well...the Flygon disliked thinking about things like that. All in all she was relieved, nodding pleasantly to the Roserade who took to fussing over Era immediately. When the question was asked of her Scarlet merely shook her head with a smile.
"I'm perfectly fine, dear. I'm not some a pushover, you see." A wink punctuated her sentence. She was use to having Barcel fight for them but despite that Scarlet was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Her eyes drifted over to Serrin for a moment before she turned back to Era and tried to maintain her cheerful demeanor.
The Pikachu had just been through a rather terrifying ordeal, it would be best to try and pull together some semblance of order and peace. Even if Scarlet wasn't really in the smiling mood. A low groan had her attention drawn elsewhere and from where she was in the corner she saw the sleeping Gardevoir raise his hand over the mask on his face before dragging it down and off to hang around his neck. Scarlet moved to stand and head over there but her back was still stiff, she couldn't bend properly and walking was a pain. Quite literally. The Flygon was forced to sit back down and instead call over, "Alfred? Are you alright?"
The Gardevoir turned his head slightly so he could see the Flygon, but otherwise said nothing and turned once again so he was facing the opposite direction with his back to them. Scarlet frowned at that, not sure how to take it. He might just be tired. Might. Chances are it was something else though, but what could she do.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 1:24 am
Serrin
The Ivysaur maintained his silence but kept his eyes watchful and his ears open. It wasn't really his place or his desire to do anything as it was. He wasn't going to get in Nova's way and it was obvious that the Roserade had to take care of both the patients. They had just gotten out of dangerous territory and interfering with the doctor that had saved them seemed like a bad idea.
Nova simply kept doing her job. She gave a nod and a smile; Era was in the clear.
"Stay lying down for the time being. You should be fine. Once you're feeling a bit better we'll have you talk a walk around the room before we send you off."
It was another simple test. A quick walk around the room would get her breathing enough to make sure there wasn't any problems.
The groan quickly drew Nova's attention elsewhere. They had given the Gardevoir a larger dose (relative to his body size, at least) to make sure he stayed under long enough to make sure his body got enough rest. He was very, very fragile and keeping him under guaranteed his health. At the very least, it couldn't get any worse.
The Roserade stepped away from Era and hurried off to and around Alfred's bed in order to get a proper look at him. It was possible the sound just disturbed him--it had been a fairly light anesthetic--in which case she would simply get the mask back on his face and let him continue resting.
Best to run under the assumption that he was awake, though. If he was still asleep then asking didn't hurt.
"Alfred, are you alright? Can you say anything?"
Nova
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 5:50 pm
Era "I'm glad to hear it," Era said, and smiled in response to Scarlet's reply, nodding amiably. It was true, she didn't appear to be in nearly as bad of shape as the Pikachu might have feared, considering who she had chased from the library to who knew where. Era didn't know how much of that was skill and how much was sheer luck but the result was the same; she was honestly simply relieved that her new acquaintance hadn't gotten herself killed. The Electric Type's eyes reverted to the Roserade as she smiled and addressed her, nodding in response and gently easing herself back so that she was lying down for the most part, but her head was propped which allowed her to continue being able to keep the room's other occupants in view. "It's good to see you too Serrin," she said to the Ivysaur, making idle conversation, "It's been a while." She relished the fact that she could talk without pain again and, while she didn't want to overdo it, she felt inclined to do something while she lay here uselessly.
That quickly changed as she heard the quiet groan from the corner that Alfred was in. She turned to look to the Gardevoir as the others did, almost immediately, watching him take the mask off and then turn away. Era's eyes glimmered with a touch of worry as she saw his response to Scarlet's inquiry, sitting up entirely again as the Roserade hurried over to the Psychic's side to eye him with concern. She didn't know if he knew the Dual Type doctor or not, but if he had reacted as he did to a friend's words then she wasn't certain he'd be any more inclined to respond to a stranger. "...Alfred?" she said after a moment's hesitation, her voice quiet and tinged with gentle concern, "Alfred, if you can hear me... It's alright. We're okay now. Nothing's trying to hurt you anymore." She didn't know if it would make a difference in the Gardevoir's case but sometimes she found that it helped, before the questions came, if she knew that the trouble was past.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 10:42 pm
Alfred---Scarlet
What he could remember was very little, his memory didn't reach back that far but what he could bring to mind left many questions. Questions he couldn't ask because they seemed to be questions only he would know anyways....he wasn't sure how he came to that conclusion, but inwardly he knew it was true.
There we voices, he could hear them just fine but he chose to ignore them rather than answer. There was no point to it. At that thought his eyes opened a bit wider, a sudden wave of understanding coming to mind.
He knew the answers now. There was only one question after all and he knew how to respond to it.
'Is it worth living for this?'...'no.'
A calm quickly replaced the storm of panic welling in his chest. No, it wasn't worth it. Everything was....horrible. Nothing made sense, he could actually feel himself losing grip with things.
The Roserade was ignored once more as he pushed himself up to a sitting position. The Gardevoir glanced lazily to the side, fingers curling in to grip the blankets under him. There was a silver tray on the table behind Nova, an array of surgical tools were strewn across it in no real order.
The infirmary had to accomdate for the lack of a hospital facility, but the room itself wasn't particularly large enough for all the equipment needed and so a lot of tools were left laying around like that. A glimmer of silver held his attention, the sharp edge of a scalpel turned so it was resting on the edge of the tray and peering right at him. Alfred felt his eyes water, everything seemed to stop for a moment and each sound amplified around him as though he were submerged in water.
Scarlet seemed to realize what he was doing before even he himself did, the Flygon stood suddenly in shock but her back held her immobile for too long.
By the time she took a step forward he was already backed to the wall away from them, the scalpel in his hand and clutched to his chest.
"Alfred...dear...put that down." The dragon dropped to all fours and took a single step forward, but stopped immediately when the Gardevoir flinched in response and lifted the blade up so the sharp edge was curved around the side of his neck.
"...stop that, what are you...." Scarlet caught herself then, realizing she was getting nowhere with words. Alfred wasn't listening, he didn't seem to even realize he was being spoken to.
The Psychic glanced from side to side, still holding the blade and tears spilled messily down his face. Now that he'd gotten a hold of the knife he didn't seem to know what to do with it. His expression grew panicked and fearful. When Scarlet flicked her wings out as she usually did when she was trying to think he jerked up in alarm at the sudden motion and the scalpel sliced a clean line along the side of his neck.
The hand that didn't hold the knife went up to feel the cut, tracing it to the front of his neck where he felt other cuts. Old. Scarred over. Where had he gotten these. He'd sliced himself fairly deep, it was now falling as steadily as his tears were, soaking the top of his coat.
The Flygon had folded her wings back down and was nearing panic in what to do. They couldn't startle him, couldn't force the knife away from him without risking injury to any of them.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 12:11 am
Serrin
Serrin gave a friendly smile. He didn't really want to be here, but there was no need to be rude about his presence.
"It's been a while, right? The last time we saw each other was at the hospital if I remember."
Tempest hadn't been able to keep her mouth shut and the Pikachu had come to him because of it.
It had been a little annoying but ultimately she was a good girl so it didn't present much in the way of potential problems.
Serrin's vines nearly shot out the moment Alfred grasped the scalpel, but he recognized immediately the danger behind such an action. The Gardevoir's movements were jerky, dull and poorly controlled... any attempt to disarm or inhibit his movement was just as likely to cause him to severely injure himself. The end result was the Ivysaur was left with a neutral stare as he tried to deduce the best method to disarm Alfred (either literally or emotionally) as everyone else made their pleas and bargains.
Nova had been rather unfortunately far from ready for what happened. Although Alfred was much smaller than the average Gardevoir, the average Gardevoir weighed a little over three times that of the average Roserade. Suffice it to say, she ended up getting knocked sideways and back when Alfred rushed for the scalpel in spite of his weakened body.
When the world stopped shaking after a moment, Nova's mind quietly raced in a mixture of shock and panic. Patients doing stupid things wasn't unusual, but patients trying to kill themselves wasn't exactly the most common thing. She wasn't exactly "equipped" to handle the scenario, so to speak, but she knew enough to make slow careful motions.
"Alfred... Calm down, it's fine... You're among friends here..."
She didn't dare take a step forward. The only thing she could do as the blade cut into him was wince and offer more careful words.
"Just... put the knife down. Okay...?"
"Tolin."
The voice came out loud and clear. It wasn't soft or pleading like the others... it was just one simple statement.
"Tolin is the only thing that makes sense in the world. In your world. He knows everything. He's strong, he's smart. He knows what to do and when to do it. He never falters and he's always there to save you. No matter what happens, Tolin is always right and he always wins because that's who he is. That's who he became over decades of fighting. Someone excessively strong, fast, smart and accurate. He's told you, Alfred. He's told you more than a few times. 'Everything will be fine.' 'You'll be alright.' 'Just stay safe, we'll fix you.' So, you have to choose. Is Tolin wrong? Because, if you kill yourself, that's what you're saying. You're telling him he's wrong. You're calling him a liar in the harshest, most permanent way and you're betraying his expectations. Do you think Tolin is wrong, Alfred? Or is he right, as he always has been?"
Nova
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Waifu Trashu Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 6:05 am
 AnuesThe Gardevoir seemed to appear out of nowhere off to the side of the room during Serrin’s little speech; his teleport’s common shrill locked within an indistinct barrier around himself, leading to no sudden noises at all. He did little more than glance at Alfred and begin to regret his timing as he so casually did. It wasn’t like he had any idea what was happening. He simply traced the little Pikachu and there he was.
His eyes turned elsewhere as Serrin continued and his weight rested back against a wall idly. Thankfully this didn’t take long at all and as Serrin finished, the Psychic’s eyes quickly refocused on the Ivysaur, still for another moment. He had nothing against Serrin really. There wasn’t anything serious to have ever created tension around the two personally, but simply knowing this little Grass type pulled the trigger on his casual life was enough to make him uneasy. Regardless, Anues was here and he wanted this over with sooner than later so he could leave once again.
“Well, you have quite a way with words. Pardon my intrusion. Actually, I’m here looking for Tolin…” His eyes slowly drifted back to Era as he spoke, giving the Pikachu a slight wave. Alfred on the other hand was overall ignored. Acknowledging the other Gardevoir’s existence sounded like a bad idea, if anything and so his attention merely turned back to Serrin. “It’ll be quick.” Or so he hoped. Tolin didn't seem to mind him personally. At least he thought as much.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 6:53 pm
Era Era watched with a hesitant expression as Alfred sat there for what seemed like the longest time, though in fact it was probably more like a few seconds. There was no change outwardly really, just a sort of quiet silence that hung in the air as the Gardevoir sat there distantly. The quiet was such that she could have sworn one could hear a pin drop, the four of them waiting quietly for a reaction of any kind from the Psychic. What did happen was beyond anything that the Pikachu could imagine.
When Alfred grabbed the scalpel and backed up to the wall, clutching it to his chest, Era felt her thoughts lock. Any semblance of happiness that may have been on her face faded as she turned a deathly pale. Something deep inside her froze in place and the bitter chill of suffocating fear overwhelmed her. What was he doing? Arceus, what did he think he was playing at? No, this wasn't right it wasn't right at all. He couldn't possibly be- Even as she watched and Scarlet got up, he lifted the blade to his neck and then not even her last few hopeful thoughts could be dissuaded any longer. He wanted to kill himself. Dear god he intended to kill himself with that scalpel that he held. The Pikachu was in a state of shock: completely incapable of action or motion, scarcely able to move, unwilling to breathe. This Gardevoir, the one she'd only just met personally, this Pokemon who she was beginning to call friend, he was standing there with a knife that was aimed to cut through the life-pulse in his throat. What was going on here? What sort of twisted story had she ended up in that this would happen? The mere thought caused her stomach to churn and her eyes to sting as tears sprang to them. No, no! It couldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this. Why was no one doing anything?
As she watched the Psychic unintentionally slice himself across the throat it was all the Pikachu could do to muffle a soft whimper that escaped her. As she watched the blood fall she felt a stab of unrestrained guilt and painful regret; unable to look away though she wanted nothing more than to do so. Something inside her gaze died as she stared at the Gardevoir with an expression filled with that same piercing pain that clutched at her heart on seeing him like this. She was vaguely aware of Serrin speaking to Alfred in the haze that had overcome her thoughts, but by this point she was too out of sync with the rest of the world to really comprehend what it was he was saying. She didn't understand, couldn't understand what could possibly have gone wrong. It was like trying to put together two puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit, and somewhere in her mind it was causing something to break. Why? the thought stung almost tangibly as it echoed in her ears. Era couldn't think, it hurt too much to bear. She didn't want to think that anyone, especially not someone she knew, someone she liked, could ever reach any extent of hopelessness that they saw ending their life as the best way to deal with life. How? How?! Her eyes swam with tears as both she and her gentle heart wept for the Gardevoir. No-with him.
As her quiet tears fell down to dampen her paws and the sheets of the bed on which she sat, she stared hollowly down at them for a moment before she looked up again at the sound of a familiar voice. The Electric Type looked over at Anues, her own sorrowful eyes meeting the Gardevoir's own for a brief moment with a quiet nod of greeting before she turned them away again. Era couldn't bring herself to say anything at all to the other Psychic, her words dying in her throat even as she thought of them. As she turned her gaze back to Alfred, she felt dizzy with the power of the anguish that she felt. What could she do? Something, anything! ...Nothing. In the end it came down to Alfred and Alfred alone and it was questionable whether anything she may or may not say would change anything at all. She didn't even know if he could hear her, if he could hear any of them. She fought for her words, desperately struggling for something to say throught her too dry throat. "Alfred...Why?" There was nothing else she could manage to say, her throat constricting again and killing her capability for speech. She couldn't sit here and watch this, couldn't believe what she was seeing. It didn't make sense, something was wrong. Something was very very wrong.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:51 pm
Alfred---Scarlet
In fat, crimson droplets, his blood spattered against the tiled floor. Somehow, he'd never thought his blood would be so red. Having never bled before or...or had he? He couldn't remember. He'd never actually seen its color. It was the same red color as the blood of so many others, and Arceus knows he'd seen enough for the comparison.
That seemed somewhat ironic to him, considering that - even though they shared this similarity - he didn't feel any...other connection.
He wondered why he'd chosen this way to die. Perhaps he'd done it for the throbbing pain, or for the slowness of the method; this way, he could feel himself fade. Relief overwhelming all else as the world fell away.
Alfred hadn't the focus to consider other options. Hadn't the understanding to think it over, drawn only by impulse.
Perhaps, he mused wearily, it was better to die this way; for his strength to be sapped until he fell asleep, never to awaken or be rescued. He didn't want either of those things, but sleep would be welcome. He'd been tired for far too long. Not just tired as in exhaustion, but something deeper...an inner ache that suffocated him. The constant reminder of what he lost, that he couldn't recall.
Of course, by trying to take his own life, there was a chance that what came next would be worse than what came before. It was that fear that held him back as Serrin began to speak.
The Gardevoir's ears flattened, his expression turned to something akin to horror at the words being voiced.No-no...he...he'd never insult Tolin.
How could the grass type even think that? Tolin was the only Pokemon he trusted complete and whole heartedly, the only one who tried to help without locking him up. Friend wasn't anywhere near a strong enough word for the Scyther, he loved Tolin. The old Pokemon was the closest thing to family he had...
Understanding most of what the Ivysaur said wasn't important. The constant useage of the Scyther's name made his point clear enough.
But it was the Pikachu's pained query that struck the final cord.
He cried…but his tears weren't clear, and tasted more of copper than brine at that point. The knot forming in his chest twisted unpleasantly, he couldn't keep the audible sobs muffled enough to voice a coherent reply. Only a stuttering of apologies and pleads for forgiveness that were near complete gibberish. Alfred's hand slowly opened, the blade slipping free to clatter on the floor and he soon followed; hitting the ground hard on his knees before curling defensively and gradually raising his hands over his face.
Scarlet frowned as she noticed an opening and cautiously slipped forward. A flick of her tail sent the scalpel sliding across the floor and out of his reach. That done she inched closer to the Gardevoir and attempted to offer a light nuzzle but he flinched away from her so violently he nearly fell over.
He denied the Flygon's attempts to provide him with consolation, warmth, a shoulder to lean on, or an embrace. He turned away, choosing to suffer alone rather than let the motherly Pokemon help him. The Gardevoir chose to stay on the floor, partially turned away with his arms folded over his head and his entire body shaking with unrestrained sobs.
The dragon was left with nothing else to do but stand at the side and wait...
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