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 Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 9:38 pm
Jade finally managed to pull her eyes away from Deity's body when Sir Aaron approached. He was likely the only one who felt worse than her about this. After all, he had just witnessed one son killing the other. No parent should have to see that. What could she say to him though, as he stood there looking at what remained of his sons body. Then the giant of a man stood swiftly and came over to her and Keno, blurting something out. Wait, what was that?!
I can still.... We can still save him...
Her mouth hung open, frozen with words she couldn't say. They could still save him? She was distracted as Aaron held his hand towards her, and a gentle warmth filled her. It was comforting, and before Jade realized it, still in shock from the Knight's statement, her legs and tail tingled as they regained feeling. The idea that she would have never been able to walk again, much less anything else, hadn't even crossed her mind until this moment. But she pushed the thought of just how lucky she was to the back of her mind. There were other things at hand. She was being asked to restart Deity's heart.
At first, she looked at Aaron with a rather confused expression. How could she restart a heart that didn't exist anymore? Though confused, she trusted him to know what he was doing. The matter now was how does one restart a heart? She'd never done something like this before, most of her patients being unconscious, but alive when she helped to heal their wounds. This was new territory.
Keno was kind to keep his thoughts to himself, though if he were to notice the look on Jade's face, he'd doubt she would have noticed. Though her eyes were slightly distant, her expression was one of intense focus. There was the gentleness that Jade was known for, and yet there was also a touch of the smug knowledgeably of Kirra as well. Perhaps this was the closest the Tiger would come to witnessing Jade as she would have been, before her mind became divided.
What was needed to jumpstart a heart? A massive amount of energy, but it couldn't be too much, or else it would end up destructive instead. How do you take something so powerful, but apply it forcefully, yet gently?
The girl turned her head slowly, and smiled just a bit at him, thankful for his encouragement. She was going to try. What did she have to lose from it? Deity was technically dead, and if she failed, he'd remain so. Yes, it would be painful if she couldn't bring him back. And because of that, she had no choice but to try. Wouldn't he do the same for her if the chance came? Jade wanted to believe so.
Slowly, she turned and slid out of Keno's arms, her legs buckling under her, feeling very much like she was standing on a pair of chopsticks instead. The girl's body had given up on the legs, and to suddenly have them back threw her balance off. She caught herself though, and knelt down next to the Knight, closer to where Deity's heart formerly was.
Jade's eyes were sad and pained, but full of determination. They narrowed as she lifted her hands in front of her chest, curling her fingers in slightly towards the opposing hand. A large amount of her ki was being focused into her hands and each fingertip, then it started being bounced back and forth between them. White bolts dashed back and forth from finger to finger, condensing and increasing velocity. The air around her hands crackled with almost a static charge. The best way she could come up with for restarting a heart: become a living defibrillator. She waited for Sir Aaron to give her the word; then she'd transfer all the ki from one hand to the other, forcing it through Deity's heart.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 3:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 8:30 pm
::It wasn't long before Jade was down by Aaron's side, his big eyes flashing her a brief look of encouragement before he focused his attention entirely on the task at hand. It would take a great deal of concentration on his part, not to perform this task so much as it would to maintain it. Healing someone was a simple task. However there was a lot of damage; thus a lot of energy required to mend it all, and resting as he progressed wasn't an option due to his limited window of time. Against Deity's bruised torso Aaron placed his hands, his fingers together and wrists held close to one another.
Like before, there was nothing flashy or extravagant about his part in this. Deity's many injuries - slowly at first - began to close, without any prior indication or fanfare, as Aaron poured out his energies. The gash in his left arm sealed itself rather gradually, while the numerous cuts and scrapes peppering his frail body closed themselves within moments. It certainly wasn't any type of beautifying magic, whatever the old Knight was doing. While his son's wounds and fractures mended, their side effects - the blood that had poured forth from them - still stained his skin.
The Knight was wearing an expression deeply laden with concentration - perhaps even to the point of strain - as he continued his work. Even holding his breath, that "dent" in his power was looking more and more like a pit being dug deeper and deeper as the seconds ticked away. The flesh reaccumulated on his boy's fingers - his heart regenerated, caged elegantly by the reformation of his ribcage and the surrounding tissue - any damage that had been done was soon forgotten as it disappeared off of the now clean canvas that was the late Orinian's body.
Letting loose a heavy gasp, Sir Aaron fell backward, landing on his rump and leaning into his hands to catch his breath. His father's work done, Deity was still an awful mess but at least he was in one piece again. The old demon had indeed sapped himself of power, performing such a task - his very nature would ensure he'd recharge quickly, but such a strenuous expense was still rather taxing on his mind and body. His role coming to a close, Aaron closed his eyes shut in much-needed rest. He bowed his head, chin tucked down against his collar as he addressed the young girl beside him - the rest was up to her.::
A...a significant shock...to his heart...
::The brain was the battery that ran the system of organic machinery that was the human body, but the heart was essentially the engine. The brain was fine; if Jade could get the engine running again, it stood to reason - or perhaps theory - that Deity would return to life. Only time, and a stroke of luck, would tell.::
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 12:09 am
< If not, oh well...check out his new Smash video~ xD >>
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 3:28 pm
<~>And here I thought the RP continued. Shame on you for deceiving me. Nice video though.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 8:48 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 9:31 pm
((It's a work in progress. T T Holidays suck all inspiration away.))
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 10:24 pm
One would think the girl would have been used to seeing blood and flesh and broken bones with how much carnage she'd seen in her relatively young life. Perhaps she would have been, had it not been her lover whose body was being regenerated right in front of her. Ribs reformed over his heart, and her target was hidden back behind flesh.
A heavy gulp stuck in her throat as the task of bringing Deity back to life was laid on her plate. Sir Aaron had done what he said he could, now she had to finish it. Jade hesitated, her hands held over the boy's newly repaired chest. What if she couldn't do it? What if, despite their combined efforts, he remained beyond their reach?
Just do it already!
Clenching her jaw tightly, Jade's hands launched forward and planted firmly on the boys chest with flat palms, sending the bolt of ki energy through his heart. His body convulsed slightly, lifting from the desert floor a little before sinking back to a resting position. The girl paused, looking him over. She held her fingers to his chest. No heartbeat.
Eyes widening, the Saiya-jin woman licked dry lips, rubbing her hands together in front of her very similar to how the Knight had done. Maybe it hadn't been enough. Maybe she didn't have it concentrated enough, let it spread out too wide. Spreading her hands apart, the air crackled around them again. Fingers splayed, she didn't fully flatten her palms and instead let the energy discharge through her fingertips from one hand to the other, passing it once again through the Tonepians heart.
Again, she paused afterward. There was still no sign of life from the boy. Was she too late? A lump formed again in her throat, ki already moving back to her hands and fingers. Jade placed her left hand on his chest, and paused. For a few moments the girl was perfectly still, barely even breathing. It was faint, hardly noticeable at first, but it was there.
A weak, but existent, heartbeat.
A heavy breath slipped through her lips. Never had she had been under such pressure, especially from herself. She only hoped it proved fruitful. Just because his heart was beating again, didn't mean he was really 'alive'. A body could be alive but nothing more than a vegetable.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 9:19 pm
::Only time would tell how well the unconscious boy on the ground would recover - or if he even would at all. Being brought back to life was one thing, but even his father couldn't tell what would become of this event. He'd never done something such as this - he only attempted it as it seemed sound in theory, his lack of practice notwithstanding. As far as he knew Deity would indeed be merely an immobile vegetable. Perhaps that, too, could be cured, though such a task would be infinitely more difficult than restarting a dormant heart. One could only hope this entire process hadn't damaged the revived Orinian's brain.
As it were, there was no way of telling what damage there currently was or would eventually be. Not at the moment anyway. The Knight would need to better gather his strength to probe for any such ailments, and currently wasn't even sure he'd be able to get everyone home via the magical sword that had transported him and the little one to the desert plain. Thankfully its power wasn't that taxing to use, so they weren't stuck without a ride home, so to speak.
From the distance came Angellus, the little Kaen tucked under one arm like a sack of potatoes. A well-secured sack of potatoes, but that only said so much. Not much of a babysitter this one, the Knight remarked as he watched. From the dusty ground he looked up at the youth as he approached, hope in his eyes as he covered the ravaged terrain. He didn't speak, merely ricochetted a series of glances betwixt Jade and the ancient demon warrior. His reactivated energy sensor had betrayed the surprise of Deity's return to life, but his panicked anxiety prevented him from offering proper congratulations to the duo responsible. He flashed a radiant smile through watery eyes, happy to see Taliman's terrible deed undone in spite of his disbelief.::
We should return home...he will need rest, until he wakes...
::The Knight finally spoke, indicating his downed son with a nod as he weakly rose to his feet. Big hands fumbled through the dusty folds of his worn clothes, which had done well in protecting him from the harsh elements. From said layers he retrieved Seinorei, bound snugly in a dry cloth. Unsheathing the weapon, Aaron was quick to activate the sword's arcane magics, would produced a brilliant glow that bathed the area so completely in light that it was as a pocket of day within the dark. Letting go a few heavy breaths of air, Aaron looked to Angel with an unspoken question. Already having his response - shifting Kaen in his arms and returning her to the floor - he spoke up.::
I already collapsed my bike...I'll tag along this once.
::With a nod and subtle smile, the Knight waved the sword gently through the cold air before bringing it upright before his chest. Before initiating the command, he turned about in search of KenoTao, the boy tiger that he knew was lurking around somewhere nearby. If he chose to join them, the pause here would be greater. If he remained to be seen, then the glow of the blade would intensity exponentially, to an extent that it swallowed up the group; Aaron, Jade, Kaen, Angel and - of course - Deity. As the light faded, so did their presence...::
<=O ...if none has started by Tuesday then Deity will do the honors of setting the stage~>>
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 4:21 pm
Keno didn't go with them. He made a point of backing up far enough away not to be caught in Seinorei's area of effect. Regardless of his sentiments for Jade, he could not - to the best of his ability - care for Deity. The group currently with the Tonepian had some level of respect of affection for him that Keno just did not feel. He was the black sheep, and as much as that bothered him, he just took it. It's not like being the problem child was new to him.
Being left in the quiet of the desert night didn't exactly calm him. He was just angry. Jealous too, and that was, of course, not lightening his mood. He had wanted to check on that guy from earlier - some no name who was no doubt up to no good, but wound up with half his body fried and the other half dying. Maybe dead. There was also the matter of maybe going to see the mage, but she and her husband were likely gone.
So there was no one around. With no one around, why bother staying? Extending his right hand, a Halo opened up beside him. Before he stepped through it, he stared northward, his eyes resting on something far out of sight. He wasn't actually sure where Aaron was taking them, but when a person spent enough time in a single place, could not the place stand in said person's stead? Deep down, he wanted Deity to live, and he wanted him to return to consciousness. How else could Keno legitimately make him fear for his life again? Well, even if the party was gone, he wasn't letting this moment slip.
"That's strike two," he said menacingly, his silhouette glowing under the dim starlight, and his eyes burning with rage.
And then, he stepped through the Halo, and the moment he was through, it was gone.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 8:54 pm
::I'm alive again.
There was no hesitation, no room for doubt as he arrived so quickly to his conclusion. When Deity finally awoke from his slumber, he had no illusions that he was in the afterlife, despite the fact that he knew - quite certainly - that he had died. Just as he had been rising to his feet for the final time, Taliman had fired the proverbial arrow through the heart and done his little brother in. Now, alone in his bed, the chilly, artificial air current moving through his room ensured that he had somehow returned to life. He immediately accredited this to his father, as he assumed only one as old and wise as him would have the means to resurrect the recently deceased.
Why, though? Sentiment, obviously. But the why wasn't immediately directed at those who revived him; it materialized slowly during his own self analysis. Deity sat up slowly, an unfamiliar weakness penetrating his body down to his bones. He figured it was some side effect of whatever had been done to him, to bring him back. It'd pass. Waist-deep under the covers, he looked quietly about. The subtle glow of a nightlight behind his endtable was all that illuminated the shadowy room - the windows were dark despite the shades being wide open, denoting it was at least past 6:00pm. Seeing even as far as the end of the bed was a task in itself - what with the darkness and his eyeglasses missing, Deity couldn't see a thing. Most of his clothes had been destroyed in his battle with Taliman - he had a spare pair of glasses but he doubted anyone knew where he kept them.
Back to the why. At the time of his death, the quiet Orinian didn't recall having any fear of the inevitable. He knew Tali was going to kill him - he knew that as soon as he had succeeded in saving the Earth from his brother's attack. If he had truly feared death - if he'd wanted to survive soley for self preservation - he'd have given up. He would've submitted and let Taliman have his victory. Why he pushed the monarch so far, he couldn't say. Was it a deathwish? Was it pride? Was it a test? A test that Tali clearly passed? Deity honestly wasn't sure, and now that his brother's crime had been undone he was even more uncertain of himself.
Reaching over the edge of the bed, the boy found the switch for the lamp nearby and clicked it on. The light was surprisingly not painful to the eyes - though what it revealed was on the other hand startling. In the light Deity could see what had become of his hands - while his father had healed them, the nature of said healing had merely mended the wounds instead of undoing them. The result ended in his hands being scarred. There was no pain, no discomfort, but from the middle of his forearms down, his hands appeared ghastly more pale than usual - their texture was different as well, and his fingernails were a little narrower. Naturally, this discovery caused the boys eyes to wander around for any other changes his defeat had wrought. As expected, he had a grisly-looking star shape etched into his chest, where the beam had penetrated his heart. Otherwise, there wasn't much to say. Nothing else had left a permanent scar - at least nothing visible.
Deity threw the covers off and swung his legs over the bed. After the hems of his boxers his bare legs revealed no external damage either, though as his feet sank into the carpet that same nameless weakness became prominent, and only intensified as he stood up. As his full weight dropped onto his knees, the tall boy cringed in a sting of pain. He felt weak, almost helplessly so. For the moment he couldn't tell why, and assumed it was due to his bedrest...how long was I asleep, he wondered as he strode unsteadily across the room.
High up in his tower, Deity's bedroom seemed more cold, more empty and spacious and lonesome than ever it did before. He felt like an alien in an unwelcoming land - he was invited to stay but every fiber in him said that he wasn't wanted by the very atmosphere around him. The feeling was hard to shake, even as he entered his own bathroom. A flick of the switch evoked a gasp. The typically unfriendly reflection Deity saw in his mirror was replaced by the one that was anything but a figment of his wild imagination. It unveiled for him one more gift his brother had left him - a long, jagged scar stretching away from the left side of his mouth, covering most of his cheek in an unseemly fashion. It was only slightly paler than his normal skintone but from a certain distance it looked like an eerie extension of his mouth, tilted in an unchanging half-smile. His altered appearance made him cringe, and made him thankful that it was winter - a suitable excuse to throw a scarf around his face. At least he assumed it was still winter.
His fingers fumbling their way around the handle, Deity raised a brush and began to straighten out the chaos that was his hair. He watched the tangled mess above somberly as he worked at it, his thoughts still tirelessly picking apart the events that lead him to his current situation. He pondered the choices that had been made without him. If he'd had no fear of death - and if this had been obvious to those around him - what might he have said if they had asked? He made no plans for his own death, a silly notion in hindsight. But if Deity had planned for the worst, what would he have instructed his loved ones to do? It was easy to tell those not involved to keep that way before the fight had started - but what of the end? When Deity was broken, defeated, bloody and in pieces, would he have still asked his friends to stay out of the fight? Just before his murder, would he have refused help if he'd been able? When at Death's door, would he still gladly accept that fate?
In his current mindset it was hard to say. The quiet Orinian didn't feel welcome here. Not anymore. He no longer felt at home in his own body, in the world he occupied. He couldn't honestly say he was thankful that his father - or whoever - had returned him to the realm of the living. But would nonexistence be better? Between his slow, painful death and the mystifying dreams of his slumber, Deity had felt nothing. He had personally experienced the elusive, often-debated state of not being. A complete lack of thought, of realization, of placement. The cold, hard reality was that - having been there - he feared returning. Nothingness was a hard thing to grasp, and - having tasted it himself - it no longer elicited from the boy any innocent curiosity, only fright. In his own emotional purgatory, the best he could hope for now was to get his hair untangled again...
A few weeks hence, and the damage to Deity's ki had made itself apparent as the source of his weakness. Using Level 5 for as long as he did had indeed wracked heavy damage on his energy signature - he couldn't even fly at the moment. Though simple motor functions no longer pained him, Deity was still quite a ways to healing completely - he imagined he would need another month at the earliest before making a full recovery. In the meantime he did his best to maintain his home, keeping things running as normally as posisble.
From what he'd heard, Taliman hadn't visited Earth again since the battle - he was curious if the emperor had even learned of Deity's survival at all. He contemplated these things with caution, as he wasn't sure how Taliman would react if or when he learned - would he passively accept it and otherwise not mind it? Or would he chastise those who undermined his "hard work" and return to finish the job? Deity couldn't even begin to guess, opting to simply stay put and wait for things to unfold as they would. Regardless of what Tali did, Deity was in little shape to stop or encourage him.
With over a month having passed since the incident in the southern desert, things were back to their usual quiet state. His father having been sent on an errand and Angel lord knows where, Deity was left to his own devices. keeping bust helped to keep his mind occupied and away from lingering thought - as such, he was rearranging the furniture in the lounge area. Fluffing and turning cushions, rotating sofas and recliners, tightening the ropes holding the hammocks. The tall Orinian had started at the north end and was halfway on his way to the south, passing the archway into the room. He grunted in indecisive contemplation how far from the wall the couch should be.::
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 7:27 pm
"Ahem," said Kenta by way of announcement. He was standing timidly between the main room and the lounge, watching Deity for a total lack of else to do. Not that Kenta was exactly bored, but no one else seemed to be around. It was actually a bit of a shock to see Deity; not because he was present, but because he was tidying up. Maybe it was just Kenta's imagination, but the most of the people that had come and gone saw this place as a home and generally cleaned up after themselves. Sure there were exceptions, but surely they hadn't brought shame to the lounge during their visit.
"Hi. How uhh...how are you?" Clearly the young man had no idea what to talk about. He might not even have a reason for disturbing his 'uncle.' As it was, he figured both of them could use a break from their personal thoughts and the tedium of keeping a place clean. Meditative as it was, it wasn't very distracting. Not for long. Not for Kenta. He was always happier when there was someone around to keep company because only then could he really clear his mind of any troubling thoughts.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 4:45 pm
They left him alone and he did not blame them, only Kenotao seemed interested and Jade only because she was sweet. Samayou Tamashii remained alone as they returned home with Deity after their epic duel and the Devil was left alone to ponder the happenings. Deity had been shown how far Taliman would go and re-learned the fear of death, at least on a simple level. The intricacies of death made quantum physics look like kindergarten schooling.
There where much worse things then death.
Samayou took a stroll in the empty battlefield kicking the dirt aside as the Ki residue lingered in the sand. His pale orbs glistening in the heat with beads of sweat starting to pour off his scar covered skin. For a moment he smiled at the events for they had opened a new chapter in Deity’s life but those that came back from the dead where never the same…how would he change?
Part of him felt sad for he had wished to been the one to bring Deity back himself, to prove his usefulness to Jade but it was not his place or time. Fate would deal him his hand someday but for now he remained an ever vigilant shadow for them, always willing to grasp their collar before they tipped into the pit of the Abyss. Kenotao had vanished and this was unfortunate, Samayou had wanted to speak to him about something and perhaps simple willing his presence would do. His mind focused on Kenotao’s power frequency as he whispered.
“Now that things are done, I have some information you would like. Perhaps we can meet and talk if you wish, you can choose where and I will go.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 11:18 pm
::The voice behind him was oddly not startling, though Deity didn't respond in a fashion indicating he somehow already knew Kenta was there, purposefully keeping his cool in his acknowledgement. In fact, for the first few seconds he didn't respond at all. Still hunched down, Deity realigned his sofa as best as he could so that it was evenly spaced from the back wall. As much as he could manage anyway. It took only a moment longer - perhaps long enough to trigger one of those "uncomfortable silences" - but as soon as he was finished the quiet Tonepian quickly righted himself and turned to face his guest.
At first, just a nod. A simple hello as he adjusted the collar of his red turtleneck. It wasn't rare for it to be chilly inside of his tower - it was however rare for it to be more than seventy degrees warmer than the weather outside. A recent blizzard had left a subtle, chilled breeze in the air, a breeze that didn't affect the frozen-still leaves on the trees or the caked snow on the ground. The subzero temperatures outside were part of why Deity was indoors instead of out - while he preferred the silence of his rooftop to be alone with his thoughts, alone was the last state of mind he wished to embrace. Besides that, it was cold as s**t outside and even for him it was too much.
Deity was still doing his best to keep warm, his lack of a coat or scarf notwithstanding. With gloves hiding in the pockets of his black pants and his typical bandana and glasses hiding his face, all that was left for description were his uncharacteristic slippers, which could only be defined as "blue and fuzzy." The half-Glasgow on the boy's face had been revealed for a few days now, so he did his best to draw no attention to it despite the uneasiness with which he still regarded it.
Passing them over to Kenta as he shuffled out of the lounge toward the kitchen, Deity's words were joined by a subtle shrug.::
...just staying warm.
::He glanced over his shoulder as he continued, inviting Kenta to follow on the way. A little hot meal wouldn't hurt, and it might draw others out into the open. The boy had been a recluse since his death, but once he made himself more apparent he seemed to see even less of his friends. He wasn't sure if the difficulty was theirs, his, or if he was just imagining things.::
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 2:00 pm
As usual, it seemed Deity had quite a bit on his mind, but very little of it came out of his mouth. Kenta wasn't sure he blamed the guy much all considered. After all, it's not as though he had asked a question that required an in-depth answer. Besides, Deity didn't snuff him, so he could always consider asking another question - perhaps a better one. With this in mind, combined with the total lack of anyone else around, he decided to accept the gestured invitation towards the kitchen.
It occurred to Kenta that he'd be a lot more comfortable with his aunt around for no other reason than to be there. Thinking on it, he wondered where she was. He wouldn't say it was uncharacteristic, but it was certainly unexpected that she'd not be close by considering Deity's condition. The Orinian had a reputation of always having her back, and it seemed odd she wouldn't take the chance to return the favor.
"It's not like she's obligated to," he thought to himself, probably sounding a bit more like his father than he'd admit.
When they made it into the kitchen, he decided to dive into what for him was a first-hand look at history. Hearing stories decades after they happened compared to only a few weeks was a chance he couldn't give up. Especially not this story. Practically everyone he looked up to had a different way of telling this story, each one told in a different style, sometimes with a different bias. From where he stood, it was just two uncles who got into a fight, but for everyone else, there was a line, and most of them stood on one side or the other.
"Even from here," he began, "I could feel your ki go out." His ears stood alert and his tail rose, but there was no wag nor any excitement to speak of. "Tousan told me Tali actually killed you. Is that really what happened?"
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