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 Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 8:19 pm
Tonight was just like any other night... at least, the nights she wasn't out hunting for her 'day job'. Out at a bar, the air flooded with loud music and the smell of spilled beer... red eyes searching the half-dark for a likely mark. The bar was packed almost shoulder to shoulder, but that was normal... this place was popular with the dance and drink crowd. People who just wanted to unwind, to have a little fun and maybe pick up someone to take home. She had been here before, found prey here before. She tended to like things that worked consistently.
Cinnabar cradled a shot glass in her fingers as she leaned back against the bar, eying the men and women on the dance floor grinding against each other as she swirled the amber liquid in the glass. Men were so easy... flash a little skin, a welcoming look... they practically fell over themselves to do whatever she wanted them to. A little flirting, get them alone... and they parted quickly with their energy. The tricky part, was picking the right one to make a move on. Too clever or sober and they caught on to the drain, or got suspicious of the moves she used on them. Too stupid, too drunk, and they wouldn't cooperate properly.
For once, the black haired woman was taking her time with her choosing. Tonight she felt less rushed than normal, more lazy. She could take her time, she'd already filled her quota. Tossing her shot of whiskey back, Cinnabar set the glass down on the bar and cast her eyes down the length of it, the toe of her black boot tapping to the beat of the music. Silver rings on it flashed, matching the silver on the corset and hugged her torso and displayed her assets. Who ever picked out uniforms, had done well with hers, or she liked to think.
Hello... There was a nice looking bit of red head there, a few feet down the bar. Cin gave him a once over, not bothering to hide the look, and debated how much energy he might have in him. He looked like he'd had a reasonable amount to drink so far and he dressed decently well... his hair was the biggest draw though. The color was so rich... she actually wanted to put her fingers in it. She never wanted to do that with a guy, not since... him. But maybe she'd indulge herself, just this once.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 11:00 pm
It was never a rare sight to see Richard Moreau at a bar, especially one of this kind of loud music, though it was a surprise to the regular attendees there that he wasn’t already shitfaced. Months ago, he’d be the kind of patron that’d lean against the bar for support, several emptied glasses surrounding him like hungry puppies longing for a piece of what their owner was eating, and he’d barely be awake. How on earth did his liver ever managed to survive that ordeal was a question for the ages, but not one that was presently on Richard’s mind. Tonight, he had little cares or concerns, outside of calculating how many more shots of bourbon he could down before calling it a night, or who might the lucky takeaway prize be for this evening, assuming there was one.
Oh, there were plenty of candidates, but none of which that immediately caught the general-in-disguise’s attention. There were a few ladies dancing on the floor, some gentlemen that were obviously closet homosexuals that peaked his interest but were too insecure to return his visual advances, and the ones that seemed willing weren’t as appetizing as he would have hoped they’d be. Somedays he felt like a dog, wagging his tail and jumping at the opportunity when it first presented itself to him, and other days he felt like a cat, sitting high upon his pedestal and looking away with disdain at what delicacies were presented before him. Today, he felt rather catty, and probably for the best. He was still trying to housebreak Dummy and it was hard to pluck starseeds and hide the body when there was an excitable Great Dane puppy hopping all of the place.
Not to mention his neighbors might actually start wising up to the fact that some of his visitors entered but never left. Wouldn’t be wise to invoke their curiosity… not that they were a problem. A Negaverse general could easily silence them, though then would that not attract the attention of the landlord? Well, he could always take care of him too. But then his family would question his absence…
He felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise, and anyone with any sort of sense, as dulled by alcohol as they may be, knew that they were being watched. He tilted his head slightly, trying to get a look at the one that burned him with their eyes without making it too obvious that he was looking for them, and he caught a glimpse of her before forcing his gaze forward. Orange and black suit, silver rings, striking red eyes to go along with that raven black hair. He didn’t need to be powered to know that he had gained the attention of a Negaverse officer, and he immediately brought the glass to his lips to force the smile down.
’Oh, this… should be fun.’ He told himself, failing to hide that smile and just barely catching himself before he could spill his drink, and he motioned to the barkeep for another shot. If she approached him and engaged in what he suspected she’d do, then he’d need a lot more bourbon before the night was through.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 6:36 am
What the hell. Cin was never much for thinking too long on a plan before putting it into action and truth be told, she was a hair over confident from so many nights using this same technique with rousing success.
Turning casually, the tall woman raised her hand to call the bartender for another drink and seemed to loose her balance, tripping over her boots and falling towards the red head she'd been eyeing earlier. Waving hand fell to catch herself and rather conveniently landed on his thigh, putting the pair at a rather close distance as she pushed herself up and offered him an embarrassed, 'oh gosh look how much I've had to drink' smile.
"Sorry!" Cin said with a giggle, clapping her other hand over her mouth to stifle the sound as she pushed herself upright again. "Excuse me, sorry! Damn barstools, always in the way. Can I, um, buy you a drink, maybe? As an apology." Her hand lingered a bit on his leg until she seemed to realize where it was and pulled it away with a laugh, wiggling her fingers.
"I didn't mean to get so friendly. Half the time, I think they make bar floors tilted on purpose so you spill your drink and have to buy more." Cinnabar put down cash on the bar for another round of what he was having, ordering another shot for herself. Now to see if he were the type to respond to her opening... He wouldn't get a better chance short of her climbing into his lap.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 11:39 am
To give the officer credit, he couldn’t quite tell if her stumble and fall was a ruse or a clear sign that she may have had a little too much, so he was willing to admit that he was fooled by that much. Richard figured that was worthy of three stars right off the bat and he’d be sure to inform her of her rating, assuming she didn’t just grab him and seek to drain his energy right then and there. If she had, then straight up five stars for efficiency.
For the moment, Richard played the part of a gentleman, offering has as much assistance as possible to keep her from decorating the floor of the bar. It wasn’t until she had straightened up that he was able to take in her appearance in full, and he rather liked what he saw. Whoever recruited this officer did a damn good job, both in the appearance department and her tenacity, because she was doing a damn good job right now. Not once did he object to the hand on his leg- in fact, he welcomed it. But perhaps her removing it was for the best. He was already having a hard time keeping his excitement contained and he had a feeling she’d notice the slight bulge from this angle.
“Yes, barstool gremlins seem to run crazy in these parts,” Richard said with a grin, deciding to play along and let the lieutenant have her day. Well, unless she went for his starseed. Or his jewels. Still no-no spots. “Though I think you’re onto something there. A clever scheme, too, because it usually always works, especially since there are no free refills here.”
He accepted the drink and the bartender rolled his eyes before turning away to comply. He had been working in this establishment to know exactly where this was going, and yet, Richard wanted to laugh at just how wrong the bartender was. This was going to be much more fun for the both of them… or maybe just himself, if she wasn’t the type that liked to be lead on. “Why don’t you have a seat? There’s no empty chairs, but I don’t mind sharing a lap for someone who seeks to help keep my thirst quenched.”
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 8:34 pm
Well, things seemed to be going alright so far. He hadn't brushed her off or gotten upset over the hand on him. All good points. Bonus, he'd returned the flirting with some of his own, indulging her made up story and even offering her a seat... on his lap.
Inwardly, Cin cringed at the idea, even as her inner engine revved up. Men were not for that, she had lots of girls who would be happy to take her for a ride... this was business. JUST business. Even if she really wanted to touch his hair.
The tall lietenant let a slow, sexy smile spread over her face as she shifted to lean her ribs against the bar top, the curve of her hip this time pressed against his thigh. Nice compromise... not too eager, but certainly not stand offish either. With her jacket over her arm, there was a lot of skin showing above the corset around her torso as she reached to pick up her shot. The supportive garment meant a nice display of one of her better assets as she tossed the alcohol back with a tilt of her head. Her other asset was covered in skin-tight leather, but usually she only needed the one set to get the job done.
"As much fun as that sounds..." She said as she turned the shot glass upside down on the bar and ran her tongue over her lips. "I can't stay too much longer. I'm already soaked and I still have to find a ride home. Not necessarily my home, of course, but ya know... somewhere to sleep it off."
To the right minds, her statements were rife with innuendo, but she liked to think that she toed the line between too blatant and too subtle rather well. Gave him a chance to offer to take her and that she didn't care where they went. Cinnabar had energy drained in a crowd before and done pretty well at it, but this time she was looking for something a little more substantial and outside was the only place she'd be able to hide the energy ball she was hoping to snag. Hopefully, sex was more appealing that booze right now to the drunk at the bar, despite the hint that he was looking to imbibe more yet tonight.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 11:49 am
Whoever recruited this lieutenant was worthy of a promotion, Richard thought, as it wasn’t just her looks that he found himself wanting to grade, but her performance. Everything about her seemed perfect- the way she pronounced her assets to revealing and seductive but leaving just enough hidden that her victim wanted more, how everything she did seemed flawless… so flawless that Richard almost found himself swooning. He was partially swooning, despite the danger she could have presented to him, but really, with a woman as beautiful and skilled as this, would anyone blame him?
“You poor thing,” Richard said, trying to play it cool and play the part of the horny and clearly-not-thinking-straight victim that he was going to fulfill for her to a certain extent. He figured she was doing such a great job that he’d allow her to take some energy, though if she tried to go for his starseed, then he’d be quick to put an end to their little game. Energy? Yes, he could just sleep it off. Starseed? That was kind of important… “Well, it would be rude of a gentleman not to see a woman in distress home safely, now wouldn’t it? After all, something unthinkable might happen to you, and how would I sleep at night knowing that something wicked might try and take advantage of you?”
Yes, he would be venturing into the demon’s lair directly and thus playing into her hands perfectly. Perhaps he was simply overconfident that he could get himself out of a predicament before she took it too far, or perhaps he was interested in how it’d feel from the other side of the fence. Either way, he was completely and utterly on board with this idea, despite the cautionary glare from the bartender. Richard threw his money on the counter and flashed him a wink, before drawing his full attention to the Negaverse lieutenant before him. He held an arm out for her to grab onto, and like a true gentleman, he bowed his head. “My apartment is not too far away, if that would appease you? I assure you, the bed is quite comfortable.”
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 6:11 pm
Cinnabar couldn't help something of an inner sneer at how easy this guy was to lead on, but she forced the feeling down as she giggled like a proper drunk girl and slid her arms around the one the stranger offered. Not just took his arm... She wrapped both of hers around it and hugged it to her corset-boosted chest. Thus escorted, she let him lead her towards the door and the real action... Though it wouldn't be what he was expecting. She caught the look the bartender threw them, but ignored it. Apparently, this was something this guy did enough to be known around here for it. All to the good.
It was hard to avoid running into people on the way out, walking arm in arm like this, but she took the opportunities to push closer to him, wavering her steps to keep up the facade of drunkenness. Once through the door, Cin took a deep breath to rid herself of the booze-filled air from the bar and stumbled as they stepped down onto the sidewalk, putting her weight and just a little of her boosted strength into redirecting them from their forward motion into more of a sideways thing... right into the wall by the door.
"Oh my... sorry about that. I'm so clumsy tonight..." She said, sounding not at all sorry as she slipped her arms around his neck. Cinnabar's smile said she knew exactly what she was doing and that he was going to enjoy it if he played along.
Idly in the back of her mind, the lieutenant spared a thought for how close they were in height, making her attempt to kiss him less awkward for not having to stoop or reach for his lips. Finally, she got to indulge herself a little as she ran her fingers through his hair, running her nails gently over his scalp. Just a taste... and then the energy drain began. Gently, at first... barely a whisper. Then more, but not too much... Most drunks seemed to pass off the loss of energy as the tiredness brought on by too much alcohol and never realized what was happening until they passed out, at least not with her doing her best to distract them from it. She had never tried this with another officer though... Dropping a hand behind her back, she let the energy ball gather in her palm, shielded from view.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 4:04 pm
The way her hand practically snaked around his own and pulled him to that chest may not have fooled him into thinking she was any more drunk than she portrayed herself to be, but it definitely made hiding the bulge in his pants difficult. Oh, he definitely liked this lieutenant… she was going to go places in the Negaverse…
Some of that mirth was stripped from him when he was slammed against the wall, but he managed to keep his smile present, even when he fought down the impulse to snap and break his own act. It was dangling by a mere thread, but his mask remained intact. Her apology was just a ruse, he knew, and so was the action that followed shortly after it, and he was now beginning to debate when he should reveal the big surprise. There weren’t many out in the street and those that saw them would be far too uncomfortable to watch public displays of affection, so it’d be easy to power up and teleport himself and the lovely lady to a more secured area if he so desired. Or so he thought, anyways… he was rather overconfident in his abilities at times. “Then maybe you should lay off the liquor for awhile… I know what’s a good remedy for that, though by the way you’re coming in on me, seems you already know that…”
The fingers against his scalp were nice, and the sensation he felt from her continued contact confirmed that she was definitely here to drain his energy. It was small, unnoticeable at first, but once it increased in tempo, he could feel… something… ebbing away from within, and for all of the many times he drained others, he was never sure what the sensation would feel like on the other end, and if this was what it was like… then maybe he’d become a donor in the future. Or maybe this lieutenant just knew exactly what she was doing… or maybe he was a masochist after all? Either way, as nice as this was, he felt it was time to come clean. His conscious could not take anymore and it had already taken much of his willpower not to want to scream ‘surprise’. No, instead, without forcing her touch away or transforming, he managed to let out a soft chuckle, leaning as close to her ears as possible to whisper. “You’re doing… a damn good job, just so you know. Our General-Kings and Queens would be proud.”Bluefire Dragonz Once he powers up, you are welcomed to punch him in the face, or kick him in the nads. I fully endorse this!
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 6:31 pm
A warm, low smile spread over Cinnabar's face as he mentioned a cure for her inebriation, surprising herself as she actually toyed with the idea. It lasted only moments though before she squashed it, reminding herself ruthlessly of what had happened last time. She couldn't afford to let her body dictate her actions any more.
Not that it was much of a problem at that point, because the whisper in her ear was as effective on her libido as being doused with ice water. The soft, curvy body went suddenly stiff and hard as a rock, a firm hand shoved against the stranger's chest to put distance between them and pin him to the wall. Red eyes narrowed threatening as she hissed at him, lips pulled back from her teeth in an expression more at home on a rabid dog than a woman.
"Who the ******** are you?" She growled. "Make it fast, or your starseed is mine."
s**t s**t s**t. Some how, some way, she had managed to snag someone with power. His words hinted that he was on her side, but there was no way to tell for sure... she could have been just as easily making out with a knight, or even a senshi, without knowing. And from the sounds of it, he knew exactly what she was. This whole time, he'd probably been laughing at her, letting her drain his energy for some weird reason, maybe even just for the amusement...
The more she thought about it, the higher the color rose in her face, burnishing her cheekbones and running down her neck.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 11:31 am
Hindsight was a b***h and it would figure that Richard would be the type to find out the hard way every time. He was expecting her to be surprised, embarrassed, agitated, but this kind of reaction startled him and it seemed like the perfect retaliation for what he had just put her through. When her hand pressed against his chest and remained dangerously close to his starseed, he put an end to his own act and focused all of his attention on not giving a startled yelp when she threatened him. For a brief moment, he forgot he was a general and therefor outranked her... that's how frightening she had become in such a short amount of time. He whispered harshly and quickly. "Woah, woah, calm down, lieutenant! Taking my starseed would be seen as insubordination and I'm told that's a pretty severe punishment in our ranks..."
He squirmed but not too much, not wanting to trigger her startle reflex or risk angering her any further, and he could tell that he might have taken this whole gag a little too far. Perhaps she feared he was an enemy? That seemed possible, and he sought to put an end to that notion as he motioned towards the dark alley where only the most drunk of patrons went to either continue their make out sessions or kill over from alcohol poisoning. Anyone lingering in there would either have to have been too drunk to notice them or dead... or soon to be dead if she still wanted some starseeds after he made his reveal.
"I'll show you once we get out of the public's eye. Trust me, there's no need for you to get so upset. We're both on the same boat, if you know what I mean..."
Once they made it into the alley he would transform... for now, he had to focus on keeping his starseed from becoming part of her collection and sparing the Negaverse from the loss of two officers this evening.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 12:07 pm
Cinnabar's eyes narrowed and for a moment, she weighed the risk involved in moving from this spot. The alley would give them some cover, but it would also isolate them if he decided to pull something shadey. Powered up, she didn't have her taser on her and would have to deal with it if he tried to pull a knife on her. Still... he seemed to know what it meant to have her hand on his chest like this, so maybe it would be just as effective.
Curling her fingers into a fist in his shirt, Cin tugged him away from the way and pushed him to back into the alley, hand still firmly attached to him and perilously close to his heart. Just a shove and she could be wrist deep in his chest... an all too appealing mental image right at the moment. ********, a moment ago everything had been going so well...
"Try something, and I will kill you." The tall woman growled, not letting up for a moment on her threatening stance. She was honestly furious with him, and herself, but a portion of her mind had to admit that there had been no way for her to have known what he was before she had singled him out. Granted, if he'd known what she was, he should have said something... if you couldn't ******** trust your own side, who could you? But that wasn't exactly news... she'd been burned before, she should be used to pricks like this ******** her over as soon as they got the chance.
That line of thought just got her more worked up though and she shoved at him when he didn't move fast enough to satisfy her.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 3:07 pm
It wasn’t often that Richard found himself being, well, man-handled by a woman and while it was sexy in its own way, it reminded him just how vulnerable he was in this state and also of how foolish it was to lead her on this long. At least she was willing to listen as she tugged him along into the alley, and once here, he managed to pull himself away, giving an indignant spat as he dusted himself off and straightened his jacket again. “I wouldn’t recommend that. Last I checked, the Negaverse isn’t keen on officers attacking one another, regardless if they knew each others identities or not. Do that and I’ll imagine your tenure here will be cut short… as well as your life.”
Now that they were alone and he more or less revealed that he knew the inner workings of the Negaverse, there was nothing to stop him from transforming now. It was an unnecessary action, but he snapped his fingers, and within seconds, General Buddingtonite was standing before the lieutenant in full regalia. Roses adorned his uniform as well as a twirl of thorns on his right arm, and he titled his Soldat steel cap, as he introduced himself. “I’m General Buddingtonite of the Infiltration Branch. I’m not going to sugar coat it, but I’m impressed by your performance this evening, even at the end. If I had to rate you on a scale from one to ten, you’d rather a solid 9…”
Maybe he took this little game too far, but it was worth it… it was always worth it, so long as he felt he was winning. “What’s your name, dear?”
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 2:02 pm
The snap of fingers was so pretentious... it was nearly painful to watch. It was even more painful to see the results of it and Cinnabar gripped her anger to put it firmly under control as he revealed himself as nothing shy of a general... Perfect. Memories of the first time, of Painite crouched over her in the snow, surfaced and a fissure of fear worked its way through the anger. She didn't like it and her face heated further, her dark eyebrows drawn into a scowl.
"I don't give a flying ******** what you think of my 'performance'... where do you get off watching me through the whole song and dance without letting me know you know what I am? We're supposed to be on the same ******** side... or do you just like watching people make asses of themselves like some kind of pompous p***k?" She snapped as she braced her hands on her hips, seriously debating if she could get away with punching him really hard in the face. "And don't ******** 'dear' me... I'm not a ******** child..." At which point something he said finally registered.
"What do you mean I got a 9?" Cinnabar growled as she lifted a hand to jab a sharp finger into his chest, pushing him back towards the wall. "That 'performance' ALWAYS works... it was flawless."
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 7:00 pm
Buddingtonite quickly learned just how feisty this one could be, and nothing could stop the smile from spreading as he took in her angered words. He had taken the game a little far, he had to admit, and he couldn't blame her for her anger, but it was just amusing to him. Did that make him a horrible person for getting such enjoyment out of another person's misery?
Most likely yes, but he wouldn't be throwing himself under a bus this evening. Cinnabar was feisty, but perhaps a little insubordinate, and it was the desire to help out others in the twisted manner that Buddingtonite liked to think himself known for (even if only in his own head) that made him bring this up as she went on her little tirade. "Hm, well, considering just how easily I could report you for threatening a superior officer and then throwing a tantrum, like a child, I'd say it'd be a smart investment to care about what I'd think. Last I checked, the Negaverse does care about maintaining a certain decorum when it comes to how their infrastructure works and if I've found that shaking the boat often ends with you drowning, with no one there to throw you a life jacket."
Not that he was going to report her for any wrong-doings. That just wasn't in his nature, unless she tried to make good with her threat on his life. Anything else was fine. It'd require filling out paperwork, gathering material and wasting so much time and effort, and what for? She was just a lieutenant- she couldn't go ANY lower, except perhaps into youma status, but that seemed harsh, especially for him. He wouldn't report her, but he wasn't going to tell her that.
She may have been a lieutenant, but she certainly had a good fire going. "Well, I'm suppose to get my fun in some manner, right? I didn't know you'd be there and it was never my intention to make an a** of you. I simply wanted to see how you did your work and might have gotten a little carried away in the roleplay, that's all. It tends to happen from time to time."
All the time. Isn't life just an act?
"You feel you deserve higher?" The finger to his chest was much stiffer than he would have liked and he couldn't resist her push, despite their rank differences. He could have probably back handed her or teleported away, but he figured he had gone too far as it was and anything else he did, even in self defense, could only further agitate her anger. "Perhaps, but if you had taken the time to stake out that place beforehand, you would have known not to go for the classy looking red-head. He's a regular at that establishment, and the lovelies he brings home, man or women, don't usually show up there again, if you know what I mean."
Or was he thinking of someplace else? He went to a lot of bars and clubs... wouldn't hold it past himself to forget which ones he considered 'his'.
"By the way, I don't think I ever caught your name?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 9:41 pm
Being told she was throwing a tantrum, that she could be reported for acting up, only made her anger burn hotter, but at some point she had to reign herself in or her head was going to explode... or implode. Maybe have an aneurism.
Forcing the swell of rage down, she slammed a lid on it and settled for a red-eyed glare at the cause of her frustration, her arms crossing under her bust.
"I'm a good swimmer." She snapped, knowing she sounded a little petulant. Stake out the establishment? Didn't that defeat the purpose of this method of hunting? Go somewhere no one knew you, pick up a drunk, take what you want and move on... no one to wonder where the pair went or take note that one person seemed to bring home a lot of people that didn't come back. That seemed like a good way to raise suspicions.
"You never caught my name because I haven't given it to you yet. It's Cinnabar, Mr. Classy. Somehow, I'm rather glad you weren't my general. I might have chosen getting my starseed yanked rather than join the ranks." Cin sighed, wishing she had a cigarette. Downside to being powered up, no pockets for a pack. She was going to have to start all over now, which reminded her that she still had his ball of energy in her hand. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed it back at him, letting the hold that kept it formed dissolve so it would return where it was supposed to be.
"Is there anywhere you're not a regular bar fly, so I know to avoid it like the plague?"
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