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 Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 1:24 pm
Before every set of games, the goddess holds a ball. This is the first time the different teams will meet. This is a great opportunity for the teams to scope out the other players before the game begins. There will be classical music, food, champagne, dancing, and a few announcements about the game. It is not obligatory to attend the ball but it is highly recommended. The players, moderators, and game makers will be in attendance.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 7:59 pm
The Ballroom is now open!
This will be a masquerade themed ball. Players are not allowed to attack other players for any reason. Players may mingle with other teams, dance, keep to themselves, eat food, or whatever there is to do at balls. Players should be dressed up and wearing masks. You don't need to actually make an outfit. You can just describe it in your posts. This will last for a few days so we can give other people the chance to make their characters while the rest of you can start roleplaying. =3
Don't wait for my post to start posting. Now go dance around and do all the things! =D
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 10:09 pm
 XXXXXXXX
The Dragon of Shadows wandered around the opulent ballroom. Her dress floated behind her elegantly and her copper eyes gazed at the couples twirling about the room. For now, she stood off to the side, calculating. This was the perfect opportunity to learn about the enemy. The competition looked strong. Some of them were creatures she couldn't quite place. She absent mindedly fiddled with the ring she wore on her finger. The ring was made of a rare metal with a band of turquoise in the middle. The turquoise was touching her skin so it would do its job. She knew that there was an original vampire on her team. Of all the creatures in Zeladis, the vampire was the one that Kairyn was most weary of. The turquoise should protect her from their mind games. She also sneaked a dagger into the ballroom with her. It was underneath her dress, strapped to her thigh. She was not going to be caught unprepared in the event of disaster. She had to smile to herself though. The dragoness was taking more precautions against her own team than the ones she was about to face.
Kairyn found an empty table near the wall. She took the chair against the wall so she could look out and watch the people in the room. People of all races and nations were here. There were even different languages being spoken by some. Most creatures have adapted to the common tongue but there are some like the drow, elf, and even her old draconian family that refused to assimilate. They all know the common tongue, they just had a dislike for it. Kairyn couldn't blame them. Draconian sounded so much more eloquent than the common language. Unfortunately there were few in Zeladis she could speak it with. Far fewer she wished to speak it with.
It was then that a man approached her. This man was from Zeladis but not a player. She thought she recognized him from the monarch's guard. She tilted her head in confusion. "Miss Farthou, would you care to join me for a waltz?" He had a dashing smile and a black mask across his face. "Yes, I think I would." She said as she rose from her seat and smoothed her dress. She let the man take her by the hand and lead her to the dance floor.
The couple fell into rhythm effortlessly. The guard complimented her, she gave a compliment back, they bantered, and then he revealed his real intentions. In a hushed voice he said to the dracushan, "You are aware of the Eldrich Abomination on your team, yes?" Kairyn frowned. She wasn't really concerned with this player. He didn't pose much of a threat to her. "Yes. I am aware." She rose an eyebrow at the man before he twirled her around. When he spun her back, he started with, "He needs a form. If he appears as he is, he will cause... quite the disturbance." As she remembered, abominations would break the minds of those who were unlucky enough to see its true form. She thought he had already found a form good enough for the games. "And it wants my form?" "Yes." "On who's authority is this?" She stopped and raised her chin, all too prepared to refuse. She had half a mind to call her shadows to her so she could knock him into his place. "His majesty will have your head if you do not oblige, miss Farthou." He just threatened me. "How dare you sir." Her eyes bore into his with a chilling intensity. "Do you understand who I am?" "Yes my darling. I know all about you." The man flashed his teeth which she now noticed weren't normal. Fangs. He grabbed her wrist and slid off her turquoise ring. Kairyn's heart dropped.
Immediately she turned her eyes away. She knew what he was trying to do, but it was already too late. She was looking directly at him when he took the ring. "Follow me." He commanded. Kairyn was compelled to obey, for a little while. Her mind whirled with insults and curses. She was going to get back at this vampire. She was going to make him regret.
Her feet carried her to a side room. She was helpless but to enter with the vampire. Filthy disgusting stupid creature... She fought the urge to keep following him. She needed to break free of his hold and she felt that it was weakening. Kairyn was strong and it would take more than a little compulsion to defeat her.
The next moment, tendrils of darkness appeared at her fingertips, snaking around her. She was just about to strike when one of the war generals entered the room. "Miss Farthou, we just need to copy your form. No need to ruin the ball for yourself." Kairyn hissed and released her shadows. She stood up straight and demanded to know why they needed her form. "Your form will be the most useful to him and maybe even to you. You could use this to your advantage Kairyn. Think about it." She did think about it. Using him as a double could work to her advantage but she hated the way they were going about snagging her from the ball. And of all creatures to send after her, why a vampire? They knew she loathed them. "Fine. Do what you need to do." She said as she snatched her ring from the vampire and placed it back on her finger.
  Team Three Second In Command
Location: Side room in the ball xx - xx Company: Abomination xx - xx Outfit: Armor/Ballgown/Mask
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 10:40 pm
 Theodore HayesTeam One - ScoutLocation: Ballroom
Status: Healthy
Company: None as of yet "It's just my humble opinion, but it's one that I believe in." Theo looked around the ballroom from his place at the very edge of the large space. He was dressed in a fine deep red coat, with a vest and tie to match, all over a button up white shirt and black dress pants. He wore a mask of black and white feathers that highlighted his own. Of course, hidden in boots were two small throwing knives. He was sure that he was not alone in arming himself in case the inevitable happened. This was after all a place filled with fighters and political tension.
He knew little of his team, and even less about the competition, but he had heard small bits and pieces. Glancing around the room, he tried to predict who was to be a participant in the games. Each person that caught his eye could be his greatest ally or his most dangerous foe. However, that was not something he could predict merely from looking.
After a short time, he decided it would be best to enjoy his first real view of the outside world. Up until this point, he had spent his life cooped up inside the academy. There had been little time for nonsense and the like. In fact, he had never really been to anything like this. It was quite intriguing to watch as the attendees danced across the floor. They looked as if they were having fun, but the thought of dancing terrified Theo. So, he remained content merely watching. "You don't deserve a point of view if the only thing you see is you."
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 10:46 pm
 αsιяι яιsυs ╌╌› ичмρн σғ тнє sєαs αη∂ ιғ ωε cℓιмв тнιs нιgн... Asiri enters the ballroom with her hands on the ends of her light teal and sea green dress. She felt her palms growing sweaty just by entering the large ballroom. She smiles politely when she make eye contact with others. Her matching heels, which made her appear taller, clicked on the floor until she reached an empty table to sit down and crossed her legs. She bit her lips and felt heat creep up on her face, was she under dressed? Could she be over dressed? She scratches her head, hoping she'd meet others on her team, but at the same time she didn't.
"Would you like a drink, ma'am?" a voice startles her and causes her to jump. She runs a finger through her black hair to push it away from her face and sees a server, even the servers were wearing masks.
The nymph nods her head, "Yes, water please." The masked server nods his head once, almost like a bow, before spinning on his heel to retrieve her water. A small smile grows on her pale face, and scans the room as it fades; despite the fact the academy had chosen her and others to participate in the games, she was curious who was on her team, and wanted to properly meet them. The masked server broke her train of thought with her ordered water, which she thanked him for. ... ι sωεαя ωε'ℓℓ ηεvεя ∂ιε αи∂ нєαℓєя σғ ιтнυs ‹╌╌ ғιη∂ мε нεяε: at the masquerade ball, wearing this
ωιтн: no one
ση α qυεsт: to meet whoever's on my team
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 11:40 pm
--| Artemis_______ _ _ _
_________The ballroom was divine, ivory walls, gold filigree and the finest, red velvet this world could produce. Truly everything inside was a testament to the Goddess's raw and unhindered power over everyone inside.
"Well this seems... appropriate." Artemis wore his finest robes to kick off his introduction to his seemingly haphazard team of "players",accompanied by a simple, white mask with only thin slits for his eyes to peer out of. Luckily he'd gotten a sneak peak at the room they'd be dancing and otherwise cavorting in for the few hours until the games would officially start, he had the opportunity to make his lovely, silk garments match the brilliant color scheme of the ballroom. The first he saw in the room was the grotesque being taking up a huge spot in ones peripheral, the "abomination" that he'd heard so much about, followed by the rest of its ragtag team members.
"He looks awfully content... or she... it... At least a lot more lively than its cohorts." The whole affair was a bit unseemly, given the right opportunities, Malandaia's tribes could lead an assault on its enemy nations and simply take the fables stone if they wanted to. "The fact we agreed upon this stupid display of organ-waiving is a sign of how much we respect our Goddess... even if her laws seem to make no sense." There were already a plethora of players dining and dancing, getting their fill of the banquet early on in anticipation of their probable starvation soon to come, Artemis fully intended on doing the same, making his way to the large table with all manners of foods prepared for the guests of the island. As he looked around, seeing the other contestants and sizing them up, it was apparent a few if not most of them were carrying a concealed weapon, as if the Goddess wasn't aware of their every move. He, himself had no need of such trivial trinkets, little butter knives to make the petty demons feel good about themselves. A true warrior like Artemis needed little more than the clothes on his back to win this tournament, although he had to give them all a slight handicap, they couldn't change into a vicious killing machine anytime they pleased.
"Hello." He said plainly, but kindly to a woman sitting alone at a table, sipping daintily on a glass of water. "You're from tea one, right? The nation of Ithus..." He set his plate down first but asked before he planted his behind in a chair. "I'm Artemis of Malandaia, do you mind if I sit?" _________________________________________ _ _ _______
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 11:44 pm
 ~- Kirisiaru 'Kiri' Hideran-~
- The white shade -
Team one: fighter
Like the harshly falling and piled snow, it's too bright...
Like a transient fading sound, I'm not crying...
I thought it was nothing, but the reality is very painful...
Kiri entered the ballroom with silent steps, his soft-soled shoes not even scuffling on the floor. His attire was a bit unusual, but certainly not out of place, as he wore a dark, simple robe, tied at his waist by a grey-blue sash and with large slashes on either side, showing dark, loose pants underneath. The robe also only had its right sleeve at full-length, the left one ended just past his shoulder, leaving the arm exposed save a dark, cloth bracer on the forearm. His right hand, which was mostly obscured by the sleeve, was also wrapped in bandages, though it was not clear why. He also had on a matching scarf to the sash, which obscured the lower half of his face and a simple, dark mask around his golden eyes obscured the upper portion further. On closer inspection, the robe actually had an inlaid pattern that seemed to shimmer faintly in the right light, revealing a swirling, delicate design.
The one thing that threw off the whole look slightly, was his hair. It was shock white and seemed to be naturally spiked in several directions at once, some of which obscuring his right eye slightly as well as his ears. He even reached up once and tried to smooth it down, but to no avail. He sighed at this and decided to carefully edge his way around the dance floor, not wanting to draw attention, but feeling like he would somehow.
His eye was drawn to a spot of red off to the side and a glimmer of curiosity compelled him to move closer. He approached politely, but with a strangely silent grace and ease that seemed rather telling in a way. Once close enough, he politely cleared his throat behind the scarf and gave a small bow of his head in greeting. He noticed something off about the male, but it was hard to place. Still, he tried his best to seem friendly, smiling with his eyes somehow, but unable to really say anything right away.
... The message I want to convey is 'I loved you' -no, 'I love you.'
... It's difficult, it's painful, I'm lonely, it hurts, I want to cry.
... Before saying 'thank you,' let me say 'I'm sorry'.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 12:39 am
Theodore HayesTeam One - Scout Location: Ballroom
Status: Healthy
Company: Kiri "It's just my humble opinion, but it's one that I believe in." Yheo was caught off guard when the man cleared his throat. He had been so enthralled by everything that was happening in front of him that he failed to pay attention to people who might approach him. His mentors would have been very disappointed, but, luckily, they were nowhere to be seen. Besides, this was an event to be enjoyed and not over analyzed. Still, he couldn't help but be a tad upset with himself for letting his guard down.
He smiled slightly and bowed his head in return. He wasn't quite sure what to say, as socialization had never been his strong suit. Hesitantly, he spoke trying not to show exactly how awkward he was. "Are you here as a player?" he asked looking at the man. It was clear from the way that he carried himself that he was a fighter, but even so Theo couldn't be certain that he was a champion picked for the games."I haven't been told much about the others," he added. He was unsure of how much his competitors and future allies knew, but he didn't want to come across as completely clueless. Maybe if he was lucky, this other man would have more information. Even if he didn't, it was nice to actually talk to someone. "You don't deserve a point of view if the only thing you see is you."
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 2:18 am
 ~Blake Lostvelle~ In a shadowed corner of the ballroom, a slight breeze that was from outside gave way to a form materializing from pure darkness. Blake stepped out of the shadows and surveyed the room. His outfit was a tight Gothic style uniform similar to what Zeladis Vampires, under the service of the Monarchy would wear. This was a feint in order to disguise his true nature from the other players, he added to the disguise with a tight black face mask that obscured his chin, mouth and nose. In stark contract was the Eye mask he wore, a patch work design with various shades of red within each diamond square.
Blake's eyes scanned the room so as he could spy those players that he could manipulate before he checked the status of his wings. The spell that had summoned the black feathered wings to Blake's back appeared to be stable all he needed was instruction on how wings actually worked. for the moment, the wings served as yet another part of his disguise, he had hoped to find a Roc among the players that he could seduce into giving him flying lessons. Blake had yet to spy any Rocs among the crowd, but the night was still young.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 4:13 am
IanxRhavanxJaeger
''xSarcasm seems to be, in general, the language of the devil.x'' 》▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬《
 Nation: Malandaia
Where: Ballroom
With: All by myself~
OOC: - In the middle of the impressive ballroom lay a large space to dance, where males and females could get to know each other a little better. Not through talking, but through their bodies. It was the first thing Ian spotted, the couples swirling around each other, gracefully gliding over the floor, simply mesmerizing to the eyes. The demon took another sip of the finest red wine he'd ever tasted. Everything about this masquerade made one think about the Goddess' presence. The atmosphere weighed heavy on the champions of the different nations. Nonetheless, Ian had noticed that many of them carried hidden weapons, though with a trained eye they weren't so hidden. Even he himself had dared to bring his beloved daggers with him, he wasn't planning to risk his life being threatened. Although, if someone were to try, they were pretty stupid. He was the second in command of Malandaia, on top of that a demon, and he was pretty well-known because of his many connections. A warrior can never be too wary. He thought to himself, and emptied his glass. He put it on a tray a server was holding and licked his lips.
He straightened his raven-black shirt and looked the people over. He wondered what the point was of this ball. Checking out your enemies? Becoming friendly with your team? Then why did they have masks? He scratched his nose, the mask was giving him some trouble already. It was a completely black mask, with here and there some red ruby stones. It fit him well, certainly with his red eyes the same color as those rubys but he found the thing hella annoying. He actually found the whole outfit unnecessary. His long jacket, which looked more like a cape was also decorated with red patterns and small chains. If a fight would break out if would be a funny sight, experienced fighters just trying to move quickly in their clothes. Ian shook his head to get the strange picture out of his mind and took another glass of wine.
He wondered if he could chat with some of the other leaders and second in commands of the other teams. That would make an interesting conversation. He grinned to himself, it would certainly be worthwhile, though some other attendants also seemed pretty interesting. Ahh.. Choices. He whispered in his mind while peering through the slits in his mask. His crimson eyes lit up, they always did when his emotions made a turn. He slid a hand through his silver hair, which he'd tied in a loose pony-tail with a red ribbon, he didn't need his hair to get in the way too. Now then.. Who was going to be his companion for these hours?
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 12:21 pm
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I S A D O R A yes A I T H N E ______________________________
________________thebandit While this wasn't the most uncomfortable she had ever been, it was certainly up there. She had pleaded with her family not to make her attend the ball, but it was to no avail. Isadora was harshly informed that she was representing her noble draconian family and had no choice in the matter. Never mind the fact that she was a grown woman who had the ability to kill people. Every single thing she did had to be approved, no matter how small. She couldn't be trusted to make decisions that were in her family's best interest, and was reminded of this regularly. Her family didn't care how painful it was to be reminded of the worst mistake she had ever made...
She shook her head, casting away the awful thoughts and memories. Isadora tugged uncomfortably at her dress, and what a dress it was. Her family was very wealthy and very mindful of their image, and to show that, they used Izzy as a walking mannequin. The ball gown was made of the finest silks in all the land, the colors consisted of deep reds and sparkling gold. Not to mention the entire thing was stitched with real gold thread. When she had seen the thing, she had to be physically restrained from fleeing. It was so far from her normal day to day attire, which consisted of plain light weight material that was easy to move in. Her hair was also a sight to see, hundreds of individual curls cascaded down her back instead of her usual braid. On top of all that, she had a ridiculously ornate mask, the gold material was covered in thousands of tiny jewels that sparkled when they caught light. It was enough to make Isadora want to kill herself right then and there.
She stood awkwardly at the edge of the room, averting her gaze from all who came near. It was odd that such a talented warrior had so little confidence in herself... with the exception of when she was in battle. When she fought, it was like she was a completely different person. Isadora was strong and graceful at the same time, all of her movements were calculated and precise. The warrior version of herself was a far cry from the fidgety woman standing here today. Glancing around, she thought she recognized some of her fellow classmates from the academy. Although she couldn't be sure since everyone was wearing masks and dressed much nicer than usual. She wasn't exactly friendly with any of them anyway, Izzy had kept to herself in school. Still, it was interesting to see which of her classmates had been chosen for the games.
► ▻TEAM: Ithius "S U C C E S S a I S N ' T a A a R E S U L T a O F a S P O N T A N E O U S a C O M B U S T I O N. a Y O U a M U S T a S E T a Y O U R S E L F a O N a F I R E." LOCATION: The Ballroom◅ ◄
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 12:32 pm
αsιяι яιsυs ╌╌› ичмρн σғ тнє sєαs αη∂ ιғ ωε cℓιмв тнιs нιgн... Half way through the thousandth nervous sip, a plate full of food is set in front of her. Asiri doesn't even move her glass and just moves her emerald green eyes up to look at who'd set the plate; it's a man who introduces himself as Artemis from Malandaia, and assumes she's from team one and asks to sit with her. She smiles bashfully and sets her glass down for a proper conversation,
"Of course you may sit with me. How'd you know I'm of Ithus?" She didn't think the nation of Ithus sent significantly different people from Malandaia. ... ι sωεαя ωε'ℓℓ ηεvεя ∂ιε αи∂ нєαℓєя σғ ιтнυs ‹╌╌ ғιη∂ мε нεяε: at the masquerade ball, wearing this
ωιтн: Artemis of Malandaia
ση α qυεsт: to not embarrass myself
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 12:39 pm
xxxxxxx T h e x S o r c e r e r A ball. Really? Of all the things for these 'games,' a ball? It was something that really perplexed Niklaus. What was the reasoning of having a ball for the games? Yeah, we are going to have you get to know the people that you are going to be hurting and get close to them so you can feel bad about hurting them. Was that their intention? It seemed like pointless poppycock to him, but it was something that he was required to do. He was going to have to bear with it till it was finally over. He would talk to his teammates, but that was about it. There is no other reason for him to talk to anyone else. Talk would be solely strategy, nothing personal. Though talking to the enemy and getting to know them would be more ideal, but he would rather that they get they items in which they need and be gone.
The ballroom doors were large as he walked in the room. Wow. The room was probably one of the largest he had ever seen. The decor was that of luxury, it was quite nice. A change from the scenery that he had been living was much welcomed. His red jacket flowed behind him as his shoes clicked across the floor, a black shirt rested underneath his jacket with a red tie to match his jacket. It didn't take him long to get ready, he just put his red and black mask on and that viola! He was ready. That was one thing that he could never really understand... Why was it that it took men only several minutes to get, yet when it comes to women it takes them over an hour to almost three hours. Niklaus shook his head.
There was a table in a dark corner that seemed to fit his purpose of wanting to be alone. It would allow him to watch all of the people that were in the room. As he sat down in one of the far corners, he watched as he assumed a woman that he spotted was on the opposing team. She seemed almost agitated, then her face was emotionless. The man she was talking to must've gotten to her. A smirk played on his face, at least it was till he heard a voice next to him. "Well look at you. Hiding in the shadows. You know this is my place of comfort. So why is that you are sitting here by yourself. Watching everyone? Gathering your info?" The voice had almost vindictive tone to it. Sitting next to him was a woman sitting next to him. Her power... she was a shadow manipulator. Her dress had an elegant hood that hid her face, and her long black hair flowed smoothly down her left side to her hips. "You know, for being a shadow manipulator you should really choose who you talk to more wisely. Especially when you don't know your competition."
A smirk spread on her face as she disappeared back in to the shadows, her voice still lingering. "Oh my dear sorcerer, I know more about my competition than you may think. There are perks to having the shadows on my side." Niklaus rolled his eyes, and watched everyone in the room. Where were his leaders? He would like to speak with them.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 12:50 pm
 Aidan Fydar The Dark Tide Sorcerer ◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣ Aidan stepped into the congregated ballroom. He was wearing a smooth formal attire. A white shirt with a light blue vest over it. A same color blue tie tucked nicely into the vest. He wore a black tailcoat with black dress pants. His black leather shoes making soft tapping noises as he made his way towards the crowd. He wore a solid white mask, where only his eyes with heterochromia where visible. One a solid dark blue, and the other a bright burning red. He smiled at the people he passed by and made his to an empty space between some tables and stood watching the other attendees to the ball.
"So many people. Quite interesting,"he thought as he gave a gentle nod and took a drink from a server. So these were some of the people he was going against, or in the case of ending up on the same team, his allies. Aidan gave a small sigh as he viewed the people enjoying their night and dance. He looked down at his drink and made the ice cubes dance in the liquid by a swift movement of his wrist. His memory took him to when he was learning to use magic. He chuckled and took a sip of the soft wine. Tasty. He stood in the solitude of his atmosphere. So peaceful. Just the way he liked it. Unfortunately this had to change. He had to make contact with his team members to make sure and come out alive of the games. But all of that at it's own time. He set his empty glass on a try of a passing server. "Lets just wait for the fun to begin." ◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣
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