alkonost_storm: (Military Man 2)
RP: Wartime Days
Fandom: Yugioh
Characters: Demian Kaiser, Nadya Djuric (WWII incarnations of Seto Kaiba and Theoris Takeda)
Roleplayers: AlkonostStorm, JW%


alkonost_storm: (DotR and Season 0)

Tried it out with my Bayonetta OC. It's ridiculously fun to fill out. I might use it more to keep track of my OCs.
alkonost_storm: (Trustshipping)
Is it just me or does that sound like the title to one of those smut novels?/shot


So last night during a particularly steamy scene, PercentiledOne posted this gem:

Where's the quote feature LJ!? )

Cannot unsee Older!Kaiba having an awkward conversation about reach and flexibility with his child now. Head!canon insists it would be the second child with Theoris, if they have another (besides Hanae K. Kaiba anyway), and it'd be a boy. :=D:

Yes I'm aware they're not even at the point where they'd look into having a family, if they ever do that. Headcanon likes to overplan
alkonost_storm: (Seto and FM!Set)

  • Seto was still bored, looking at everything with disinterest. After all, the baby kicking had gotten from amazing to novel to boring to annoying already.

  • Noting his disinterest, Theoris reached over and nudged him, harder than she should have--on the side. For crying out loud, it was their child! She would have said something, except at that moment the doctor cut her off. "The child is female."

  • Seto's eyes went wide as he addressed the doctor, and Theoris could almost see the camera zooming out and leaving him standing alone in empty void. "What's this? A female? You mean I have... a daughter?!"

  • "That's right, Mr. Kaiba. You're going to be the father to a little girl." Theoris bit her lip, resisting the urge to declare "Called it."

  • Seto was in a widened stance, eyes wide, and yes, a dramatic wind had come up as he made a slow descent to his knees. "Not a son?"

  • "A Daugh--"

  • "Are you done being a drama queen yet?"

  • "I can't have a few more minutes of it?" Seto asked, moving to where he held his head in his hands but not quite making that pose yet.

  • Theoris simply waved at him in resignation, as if to say she was done with that; it might as well been granting him permission to continue.

  • The doctor had to put up with the occasional "How... how can it be?!" and "It's not possible!" through the rest of the visit.

  • Theoris heaved a sigh and made an appointment for two months later before leading Seto out of the clinic and into the limousine. "You can cut it out now."

  • "Don't make light of this." Seto told her.

  • "I'm not making light of it." He was starting to get on her nerves...

  • "You know what this means don't you?" Seto said, still in his melodramatic tone.

  • "What does it mean, Seto Kaiba?" Theoris asked, still in her tired-of-his-melodrama-yet-resigned-to-it tone.

  • "I'm going to have to paint the nursery pink!"

^Priorities! XD
alkonost_storm: (Seto and FM!Set)

  • He caught her hand again. "I'll keep wearing this if you'll wear your jewelry." He offered.

  • "So...we become each other's slaves?"

  • "And why not?" He quirked an eyebrow. "Besides..." He tapped the collar. "This isn't a slave collar."

  • "It's closer to a pet collar, true..." She admitted, thinking back on a certain chapter of Awaiting Summons.

  • "At least it doesn't look like that dog collar that Yugi wears..." Seto muttered.

  • "Seto..." Theoris groaned as she moved to plant her face into a pillow, the mood ruined on her end and with little chance of being salvaged.

Now...To be fair, he does manage to save the moment before it becomes a total trainwreck. I just wanted to share this bit because I can see this actually happening. XD
alkonost_storm: (Brothers)


Warning: Slight mentions of food porn

AlkonostStorm: Throughout the weekend the cocktail of good things vs bad things would be a heady mixture. On the one hand, the doubled funds from MacDowan corp. prompted others to do the same, so in that sense things were going incredibly well. On the other, Seto and Theoris were awkward around each other for most of the week.

JW%: For Seto, 'awkward' seemed to be normal enough. Which wasn't necessarily a good thing, but it didn't do cause any harm to his productivity at least. Mokuba on the other hand was growing worried. That weekend he voiced a concern that the two of them were fighting.

AlkonostStorm: "F-fighting? Last I checked we weren't. Fighting that is." Did avoiding each other count as fighting? She wasn't sure...

JW%: The boy frowned. "Why did you answer like that." He broke into a triumphant grin. "Because you're feeling guilty! You are fighting with Big Brother!"

AlkonostStorm: "I am not fighting with Seto. I was just...just dealing with womanly issues I can't avoid even if I tried."

JW%: "Riiiight. You're fighting. And my big brother is going to win!"

"Shut up Mokuba." Seto said coming down the hallway to shoo the boy away.

AlkonostStorm: She watched as he shooed the boy away, relieved she wouldn't have had to explain herself further. Granted, Mokuba probably had SOME knowledge about menstruation by this point thanks to school but still, it was awkward having to explain that.

JW%: Seto did order Theoris flowers and chocolates that evening, but did not visit her, and without plans, he mostly continued with work and kept an eye on Mokuba's antics.

AlkonostStorm: Theoris did store away the chocolates but she didn't do anything with the flowers, leaving them be. Personally, she was more than a little irked by the gifts: if they were meant to replace his presence, they failed utterly at that. After a few seconds, she grabbed the box of chocolates and headed over to his room, knocking on the door.

JW%: "Yes?" Seto answered.

AlkonostStorm: "I..." There was a pause as she showed him the box of chocolates. "Want some? I could never eat this all by myself." Pause. "And I...I missed you."

JW%: He opened the door and let her in, gesturing for her to head to the bed.

AlkonostStorm: She walked into the room, moving to sit on the bed and placing the box beside her as she removed her slippers and pulled her legs up before crossing them.

JW%: He took a moment to consider her, gazing along her legs as she crossed them before her. "Lean back." He told her, taking a chocolate from the box.

AlkonostStorm: Dark chocolate shell with mint filling... She remembered as she leaned back for him, using the headboard as support.

JW%: "This is probably going to sound rather strange." Seto told her, feeding her the chocolate. "But I've been wanting to do this for about a week now."

AlkonostStorm: She took a moment to savor the treat, appreciating the combination of dark chocolate mixing with the minty filling to combine something new. "What? Feed me chocolate?" Theoris straightened and reached for the box, picking out a white chocolate lump lightly dusted with cinnamon and containing a coffee filling. "Now you lean back."

JW%: "Feed you chocolate... rub your feet... pamper and worship you... something along those lines." He said, leaning back against some pillows.

AlkonostStorm: She smiled slightly, placing the chocolate in his mouth before moving to lie down on her side, facing him. "That's very sweet of you."

JW%: He seemed more inclined to suck her finger than the chocolate, though he closed his eyes in enjoyment of it. He liked the coffee flavor filling. He took a moment just to lay there eyes closed on the bed with her.

AlkonostStorm: She moved a bit closer to him, her forehead lightly pressed against his own as they relaxed, enjoying each other's presence in comfortable silence.

JW%: "I suppose I should get started, shouldn't I?" He finally sighed.

AlkonostStorm: "We could just keep on with what we started." She told him as she leaned away to reach for the box again.

JW%: "If that's what you'd like." He smiled, and caught her fingertips, lifting the bit of chocolate to his own lips.

AlkonostStorm: This time, it was a dark chocolate with mango filling. Theoris did not immediately pull her fingers away, watching as his lips brushed past them. After a second, she withdrew her hand, gazing into his eyes.

JW%: He took a bite of the chocolate, and then held the other half for her to taste, closing his eyes and leaning against her again.

AlkonostStorm: She leaned in, taking the other half from his fingers with her mouth, blinking once when it dawned on her they had just shared an indirect kiss. Of course, it was entirely possible he had planned that...

JW%: He had, though the fact that he followed it up with an actual kiss didn't hurt matters either.

AlkonostStorm: She returned the kiss, one hand going up to caress his cheek. Theoris couldn't recall a time they had slowed down like this but she wasn't complaining either. It was...nice. Warm. Intimate.

JW%: He stroked her shoulder and reached for another chocolate, but let his hand rest near the box as he simply gazed into her eyes and waited.

AlkonostStorm: She pulled back, giving a slight nod so that he could go ahead and pick.

JW%: He picked another one with a kind of cream filling and offered it to her first this time, moving to kiss her almost immediately to get the flavor from her lips and tongue.

AlkonostStorm: Milk chocolate with a cream almond filling. Theoris barely had time to chew and swallow, never mind savor, before he moved in for the kiss. This time it lasted a bit longer than the first but was still slow and gentle.

JW%: "You're still not... in the mood for something more physical, are you?" He asked touching her cheek with his knuckles, to avoid his sticky fingers touching her face.

AlkonostStorm: "Not yet. Soon, perhaps but...right now I just want your company, Seto." She said, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

JW%: "I'm fine with that." He said, putting his arm around her, but not squeezing, just holding her gently. "So I don't have to rub your feet?"

AlkonostStorm: "I'll take a rain check on that one." She told him, a teasing note in her voice as she spoke.

JW%: "I suppose I'll have to owe you." He said, teasing her as well, and leaning in to touch their noses together for a moment while he gazed into her eyes.

alkonost_storm: (Default)
Shadow Game duel: Theoris vs Sion
Outcome: Theoris loses
Decks: Her Dragon-themed deck vs his Lovecraftian Deck
Sacred Items: Sacred Menat vs Sacred Was. (Tbh, the Menat didn't see much use)

Quite possibly Theoris would have achieved her plan of pulling them both down to a draw. Unfortunately, Sion really did a number in messing with her head. Like to the point where she was reduced to her knees and crying because he struck where it would hurt most--using an illusory Seto that simply abandoned her. Just turned and walked away. Would be very surprised if by the end of Battle City she's not suffering some form of PTSD.

In any case, she lost the duel and is currently comatose. Sion was using his Was to control her like a puppet and leave with her (along with the heavy implication that he will be doing very questionable things with her body) but then Henutawwy butts in from within the menat, freezing him in place while Seto makes his way down to the arena (it goes without saying that both spirit and CEO are royally pissed off).

We left off with the duel about to start.

PercentiledOne, you may call that scene "crazy" but I thought it was AMAZING EPIC. AND I WAS THE ONE WHOSE CHARACTER WAS ON THE RECEIVING END OF THE MIND****!
alkonost_storm: (Default)
Mmm...dat uniform...


Let's ignore the fact that the thought that brought about this idea in the first place was the mental image itself mmmkay?

His name would be Demian Kaiser. He'd be the leader of a tank team (with Noa and Mokuba's incarnations as teammates. SURPRISINGLY NO ONE IS RELATED TO ONE ANOTHER. For the record, Nazi!Noa is the spotter and Nazi!Mokuba is the mechanic. Demian handles both driving and shooting) and his tank would bear the affectionate nickname of "Fraulein Blitz." It may or may not have a BEWD decal on the side. Allied!Yugi would be his rival (DUR) and lead a tank team of his own. HIS tank bears the epithet of Dark Maiden and probably has a DMG decal on its side.

I mostly embellished but the credit for this incarnation goes to PercentiledOne. NEEDLESS TO SAY WE'RE OVERTHINKING THINGS A BIT.
alkonost_storm: (Default)
Aka the shipping label I've given to the Seto Kaiba/OC pairing in the rp I'm doing with my friend PercentiledOne (JW%). Participants: Seto Kaiba and my OC, Theoris Takeda.

Now, I'll start off by saying that Theoris turned out very different from her predecessors (OCs who were meant to be paired up with Kaiba but got remade again and again until scrapped altogether and Theoris was born), not just in looks but also in personality: the OCs that came before had incredibly powerful senses when it came to supernatural things and were strong believers of it, as well as being fairly competent in their use of InsertMillenniumItem here. They embraced their destiny.

Theoris on the other hand, is cut from a different cloth than these. Where the former embraced the destiny they were given, Theoris is actively fleeing hers and while bearing the Macguffin Item known as the Sacred Menat, she refuses to learn how to wield it simply because it's tied to Destiny. It's not until post-Battle City that she's finally motivated to start taking steps to mastering the use of the Menat. The reason: protecting Seto. If watching his back includes keeping an eye out for supernatural threats, so be it.

On to the ship itself.

From Seto's end of the pairing, his attraction stems from when he interviews Theoris for a job at Kaiba Corp (she's applying for a secretary position). She's given five minutes to prove why she should be hired and during those five minutes, he presents her with a chess puzzle where White is under threat of being checkmated. Of course, the way the puzzle is set up, there is no outcome where White comes out the victor: it is unwinnable.

It doesn't stop Theoris from trying to solve it all the same. Her first move is to move a knight to a position where it can intercept any of the pieces coming for the White King. This results in her getting six more turns to delay White's defeat. In her second and last move, she decides to be bold and aggressive by moving in a bishop to capture the Black King, as the path is clear. Of course, due to the puzzle being unwinnable she still loses...but it is enough to attract a certain CEO's interest.

For Theoris, her attraction is initially admiration and respect for Seto Kaiba. While not aware of the whole story, the way he took charge of his own fate strikes a chord within her and gives her hope that, even entrenched as she is in the fate she's running from, she can do the same. There's also the fact that he happens to be her type: arrogant, and capable of proving to the world why he's within his rights to be so while the Gods look away.

Now, both sides of the ship have a mutual attraction for one another...The frustrating part is that neither is the best at opening up about their feelings (though Theoris has an advantage over Seto due to having been in a relationship before) and both believe it's just a pipe dream. It takes a trip back in time to 1486 Germany (where they meet their DotR incarnations)--which Seto treats as a coma-induced dream throughout most of their stay--for the two to come clean about their feelings. Seto's treatment of the experience, in fact, is the source of origin for their shipping label: Dreamshipping.

As for why I'm writing about these two? Well, turns out rping their dynamic is a lot of fun, if at times frustrating (in part because PercentiledOne nails his portrayal of Seto Kaiba right on the head and Seto Kaiba has a tendency towards frustrating people). The vibe they give off as a pairing (and this includes their DotR incarnations) is also interesting: you get a sense that these two can be rather selfish in their love for one another yet still be considerate and caring. It's also fun to wax hypotheticals about their reactions to certain situations.

In short, this is a very fun pairing and I look forward to exploring them further. =)
alkonost_storm: (Default)
Title: Letters
Fandom: Yugioh!
Characters/Pairings: Seto Kaiba, Critias, Set, Christian Rosenkreutz, OCs, Dreamshipping, Debateshipping, Dragonshipping, Royalshipping

In some way or another, they had exchanged letters throughout all their lifetimes.

For Critias and Arsinoe, the letters had been long, eloquent treatises on their respective arguments, waxing poetic about why their ideas were flawed and in what way.

For Set and Henutawwy, it had started out as a simple game designed to challenge each other's minds: on papyrus or wax tablets, a message would be sent, along with a cypher to help as a guide to figuring out the code. The cypher would be different each time, to keep their minds sharp.

For Alaine and Christian, they had primarily been letters of courtship, with the occasional mention of Alaine's progress in trying to capture the Red Rose Cards. Even if one took out the more graphic sections, the emotion in those letters is genuine and it isn't hard to see that both are looking forward to the idea of marriage.

For Seto and Theoris, letters are a way of writing down what they feel when they want to avoid a confrontation that could lead to arguments--a pretty damn likely outcome given their personalities. It also takes more courage than either feels to send those letters. The first letter she sends (titled "Prometheus"), Theoris is more afraid than she's ever felt in her life, as she's not certain how the boy she has grown to care for as more than her employer would react.

And yet she leaves it with the rest of the correspondence in his desk all the same, her query both simple and complicated at the same time:

She wants to be convinced that the Pact of Glory is the right path. The why of a boy who has gotten so far in life by his own strengths suddenly decides he needs the help of gods to overthrow a king.

"I respect you so much because you carved out your own destiny, Seto Kaiba. You tossed the hand you were dealt back at the dealer and dealt your own. For someone who has been told from childhood that any path she tries to decide for herself is ultimately a waste of time and that she should dedicate herself to embrace the destiny she's been given, that means something. It means that I could do the same, even in my circumstances.

Yet now...I can't help wonder if you've lost sight of that, which is why I ask that you help me to understand. -Theoris Takeda"
alkonost_storm: (Skyrim)

A body covered in hard scales. Its forelegs bearing a membrane of bat-like wings while its claws seem like they could pass off as hands. It was impossible but it couldn't be anything else.

A Dragon.

Briefly, it glanced around and for a few moments seemed to be gazing right at me (or at least in my general direction) before it opened its mouth. What came out was not fire but that doesn't mean nothing happened.

Instantly, the skies turned dark and before anyone realized what was actually happening, flaming rocks began to fall down on us from the skies. If I passed out on the executioner's block, it didn't last very long because Ralof was shaking me awake, helping me to my feet and bidding me to follow him towards a tower. Once inside, I saw that a few other Stormcloaks were already there, including their leader, who was now gagless.

"Could those really be dragons? Like in the legends?"

"Legends don't burn down villages."

Then Ralof told me to run up the flight of stairs in the hopes of finding another way out. I'll never know if there was a way out because at the halfway point the dragon kindly bashed a hole in the wall, barely giving me time to double back before it breathed its flames through the hole. As it flew off to torch and raze another part of Helgen to the ground, I saw that there was a house not far from the tower. Hands still bound, I took a running leap, successfully landing in the second floor.

I lost track of Ralof and the Jarl at this point but I couldn't be bothered to see how they were doing; I was too busy trying to save my own skin. Running out of the house, I quickly ran into the soldier who had tried to spare me earlier.

"Still alive, prisoner? Keep close to me if you want to stay that way." Seeing as I was unarmed and bound, I didn't raise objections and did as he commanded. Following him down the path, we soon ran into Ralof again.

"Ralof, you traitor! Out of my way!"

"We're escaping, Hadvar, and you can't stop us this time."

"Fine! I hope that dragon sees you all to Sovngarde!"

At this point I could have chosen to go with either Hadvar or Ralof and it might not have made much of a difference in the long run. In any case, I followed Hadvar into the keep. Once inside, he finally went to the trouble of cutting my bindings, upon which I quickly set to the task of taking anything I might need as well as arming myself before continuing forward.

Along the way, we found some extra help (which we would soon lost track of) and more supplies. There was also the occasional Stormcloak who was trying to get just like we were. It was those instances where both parties would have benefited from teaming up but for whatever reason the Stormcloaks didn't see it that way. Fortunately, save for a few spiders and a bear we didn't encounter much trouble getting out through the underground tunnels of the keep.

Shortly after getting out, Hadvar and I quickly took cover behind a rock as a dragon flew over our heads. It seemed to be heading in the same direction we were...

-Valyria Somnus of Cyrodiil
alkonost_storm: (Skyrim)
Well, this adventure isn't off to a very good start, is it? I mean, I wake up to find myself on a cart with my hands bound. There are three others with me and I seem to be the only woman here. Incidentally, I'm also the only Imperial in this group and possibly the only one out of all the captives, whom as far as I can tell, are all Nords, the native human peoples in Skyrim. For some odd reason, the man beside me has his mouth gagged as well as being bound.

In any case, it isn't long before one of them, Ralof, fills me in on the details.

It turns out that in my attempt to cross the border between Skyrim and Cyrodiil I had walked into an ambush set by the Imperial army to capture the Stormcloaks. Seeing as I had been on the road for a while and not really paying attention to any news, Ralof had to put in an extra effort to bring me up to speed.

The Stormcloaks are a rebel group founded by Ulfric Stormcloak, the Jarl of Windhelm, who try to liberate Skyrim from the clutches of the Empire of Tamriel, in response to the ban on Talos worship that was in the White-Gold Concordat treaty. In short: I only ended up here because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and so the Imperials assumed I was another Stormcloak. Another Nord, a horse-thief named Lokir, also shares this bad luck with me.

Looking around, I see that the countryside in Skyrim has a rough, untamed beauty to it, even with the presence of civilization as we near towards the location of our deaths, Helgen. I can only reflect that it is a shame I will not get to see more. I could, of course, plead my innocence but I suspect they will not listen, not with the end of the uprising so close at hand.

It was a very depressing atmosphere that hung over our quartet, what with Lokir's insistence that he and I shouldn't in this cart and Ralof's resignation towards his encroaching death. It isn't long before we arrive at Helgen. Perhaps it's just me but something about it seems to say "ill-fated" to me. Of course, I may be thinking that because I'm about to die here.

Soon, the carts roll to a stop and we have to step off. I can see two soldiers, one of them in captain's armor while the other is in leathers, the latter holding a scroll and pen, probably a checklist of some sort.

"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm." The Jarl makes his way over to the line of executioners. "It has been a pleasure, Jarl Ufric." Ralof tells him as the man passes by. Despite that he's walking to his execution, Ulfric holds himself high, as a man of his positon should.

"Ralof of Riverwood." He went over to the line as well. I admit I was toying with the idea of escape at this point but then the next name came up.

"Lokir of Rorikstead." Unlike the other two, Lokir decided not to go towards the prisoner line, instead choosing to flee for his life down the road. "You'll never kill me!" Even as he yelled this in defiance, the captain was already calling for the archers to shoot, which promptly shot down my ideas of escape as I watched Lokir fall down to those arrows.

"Anyone else care to try?" It was a question that didn't need to be asked but it set the tone for just how serious the situation was. Just then the second soldier bid me approach, a troubled expression on his face as he saw the prisoner count didn't add up with the one on the list. "Who are you?"

"Valyria Somnus, out of Cyrodiil." Despite the seriousness of my situation, I couldn't help noting he was attractive, in a rugged sort of way that was a rarity in Cyrodiil--Valyria, you're about to be executed...Now isn't the time for flirting! Of course, for all the good that information did, the captain wasn't willing to put in an effort to spare my life, and so I was forced to march down towards the prisoner line even as the soldier promised they'd see to it that my remains were transported back to Cyrodiil.

Naturally, no execution was complete without some ceremony as General Tullius addressed Ulfric, condemning his actions as Usurper and Kingslayer, as well as mentioning something called The Voice. At the same time, strange noises were heard far off in the distance but were quickly disregarded as the General motioned for the captain to proceed.

A priestess of the Divines was told to give us our last rites but she was quickly cut off by one of the Stormcloaks, who volunteered himself to be the first to die even as he interrupted her. I couldn't help but feel some respect for this stranger, as it takes courage to act such in the face of certain death. Even now he boasts that his ancestors were smiling down on him from Sovngarde, asking if his exectioners could say the same.

The headman's axe goes down. It is a neat cut, the head falling neatly into the crate even as the captain pushes the body off the block with her foot. Instantly after this, the strange noises are heard again. They're closer now. Even so, they call for the next prisoner.

"The renegade from Cyrodiil!"

Somehow, I hide what I'm truly feeling even as I approach the wooden block, only disguising it with a mask of disgust as I see that they don't bother to move the first corpse from where it lies, forcing me to kneel over it. I can only watch as the headsman raises his axe for the first and final blow...

"What in Oblivion is THAT!?" A man cries out as a large, winged creature lands on top of the tower.

-Valyria Somnus of Cyrodiil
alkonost_storm: (Skyrim)
I wanted to start a chronicle about my adventures in Skyrim but I keep forgetting to buy journals. Fortunately, my friend [ profile] alkonost_storm suggested I use her online LJ account for this. This..."computer" and its inner workings might as well be some lost magic Tamriel forgot because we've nothing of the kind back in Tamriel. The ones who may have had such things were the Dunmer--you would know them as Dwarves--but they're long gone. Fortunately, my friend was kind enough to teach me to type and show how the little sequence of letters and pictures work so I think I should be fine.

On to myself.

My name is Valyria Somnus, and I hail from Cyrodiil, the Imperial Heartland and capital of Tamriel. For various reasons, personal and otherwise, I am currently traveling north, towards Skyrim. I look forward to and eagerly anticipate my time there. Like many travelers, I know how to handle myself on the road: I know a little magic and can boast some fighting skill. I generally prefer to wield maces even though I can wield many types of weapons. I also like to travel light, eschewing even light armor. Some say that it is foolish, and perhaps they are right but it suits me.

In closing, perhaps this is me being too excited but I have a good feeling about this trip. Perhaps it will become a great adventure.

-Valyria Somnus of Cyrodiil
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It was hard to say how long she had been within the temple, calmly gazing at the large statue in the Sanctum. By the expression of her face, however--determined, eyes narrowed a bit to denote anger--clearly more was going on than most would guess.

"I must go back. You know it, I know it...So let me go."

"Let you return to that man after what happened?! Never, I will not let that happen again!"

Briefly the young woman closed her eyes, heaving a soft sigh before locking gazes with the statue again.

"That's not how it actually happened and you know it...I took steps to transcend my status and I did so of my own volition. Yet you refuse to admit that he wasn't the bad guy here."


"I'm sorry mother, but no matter what you do, I -will- go back to my husband's side."


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