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Post by disgracedflag on Nov 18, 2019 0:26:07 GMT
[nospaces] BANG BANG BABY I SHOOT RIGHT THROUGH YOUR HEART [attr="class","cc_text"]
Satisfied at his claim for dibs he completely turned away from Akechi for the moment. There was a lot to think about, given that day one hadn't even really begun yet and there was so much on the roster. But getting ahead of himself would just lead to too early a deflation, instead savoring the ideas of what can be done and not actually deciding on anything yet. "Cool. And trust me, I ain't got much to take with me anywhere. I'm sure whatever you have will be fine where it is." There wasn't a need to pick fights during a vacation for everybody, at least until somebody tries picking it with him. Then its guns blazing. [Break][break]
Thoughts were suddenly ripped away when he felt an intense growling grow in his stomach. Shit, he really should've had something before coming here. Gaze shifted around the room for a moment before clearing his throat. Momentary shame bubbled up before swatting it away with his usual carefree demeanor. "Man, shame we came after breakfast, huh? Now, coming in just to be fed at check in? Sounds like a real kind of paradise." Joking nature stole his tone, grin pressed into his face as he stretched out on the bed. It seemed his first objective was to lay down, gain back the missing hours from coming here in the first place. He wouldn't be so tired if he'd denied Futaba's party invite last night, but when the hacker decides a raid needs to happen he's learned to listen or suffer the consequences. [Break][break]
"So. Why'd you come all this way? Surely you could get vacation reservations any time, being a celebrity and all." Insomnia usually trailed his slumber attempts, but at least like this there's someone to bullshit with until the snoring shows the end of his conversation.
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Post by disgracedflag on Nov 3, 2019 14:41:40 GMT
[nospaces] BANG BANG BABY I SHOOT RIGHT THROUGH YOUR HEART [attr="class","cc_text"] What a joke. It was the only thought he had the entire time he'd been in the back seat of a taxi, watching the scenery go by every passing minute. There was a time he would've been eating this entire thing up, a time where the adventure would've sent his blood boiling and the mystery would delight him. Now Ryuji just felt a bitter acceptance toward the entire affair. Nobody knew what this letter dared try to speak of, nobody. If they did? He'd take the time to show them why it ain't a good idea to talk about it. He just needed to find the damn host of this little party and tell them its time to start crashing. [break][break] Cane met dirt before meeting concrete at the door, steps slower than normal as he tried to absorb everything that was around him. He heard a few people, saw a few more, but the utter emptiness of the house so far is what really gave him pause. Were they early? Was this some surprise mass arrest of a few troubled kids with nothing more to their name than a bad habit? No, nobody would be this desperate to get the dirt on a bunch of nobodies. That's the thought he repeated in his head at least, the one thing keeping the ever growing nerves from showing in his face or gait. His presence was more than it was worth, that's for sure. Maybe it was the disability, the way the cane echoed louder than gunshots in his head as every step deafened him with the sound. Maybe it was the titles, retired world class athlete, has been, even the growing title of a nobody. Maybe it was a hundred things, but the blonde held his head higher than he had a right to and a walk that tried to show more confidence than he'd felt in three years. He was an actor at this point, every day his show was pretending to still feel alive.[break][break] "Am I going to have to be the one to break it to everyone that this party is a massive disappointment so far?" Tone lighthearted and joking, grin curving his lips in feeble attempt to maybe break the ice with one or two unfamiliar faces. He knew why he was here, but why were they? Was everyone holding a secret? Was everyone having this exact same thought? There was no way of knowing. So he'd play a game himself, make it out like he didn't have a care in the world. That he had no secrets to give. If one played innocent, innocence is what'll show brightest.
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Sept 22, 2019 13:54:53 GMT
Post by disgracedflag on Sept 22, 2019 13:54:53 GMT
[nospaces] BANG BANG BABY I SHOOT RIGHT THROUGH YOUR HEART [attr="class","cc_text"] He heard the tease in her voice before he actually realized what it was she said. Bolting out of the bedroom and into the living room, snatching the leather from her grip and holding it up like a relic from some divine being. With the scare out of the way he of course had to try and poke back with some retort. "Wait. No, its not this one. Its my other wallet. You know, the one with a million dollars inside?" God he wished. Instead he had a decent checking account and a still pretty sad savings. His funds are never quite up to par, but he can make a living off it and even treat the great detective every now and then. Granted. They run out half the time when he tries because something catches one of their eyes. [break][break] Wait a minute. What was that bulge coming from his wallet? He knew for a fact the last time he'd used it there was nothing but his cards and a few dollars worth of cash crumpled into its long sleeve. Opening and doing a quick search he would find some weird piece of plastic inside. Wait, he's an idiot. It's a USB, but when did it get in there? One side of it was a dark red, the other having two letters scratched into it. Sloppy and light, as if whatever it was couldn't get quite deep enough to make a real impression. Something dull, got to be. And the lettering? Thick, it took up the entire side and even still they didn't look totally complete. The first letter was cut off at the start, looking more like a couple of lines than an actual letter. But Ryuji could figure it out after a few seconds worth of analysis, or at least he hoped it was the proper letter and not something else entirely. With the singular deduction out of the way, he was incredibly creeped out now. How the hell did this make its way into his wallet?? Why his?? Minako's is a lot nicer, better quality and everything! Wallet dropped, a quiet this as it hit the floor. Suddenly food was at the bottom of his interests, and he was almost certain the same would be said of her in a few moments.[break][break] "Here. Take it." She'd know better what to do with it than he. Not to mention he knew for fact it wasn't his to first open and look at, whoever sent it made that little tidbit blatantly obvious. The trade-off felt like some deal being made, Ryuji putting the stick in her hand and closing her fingers around it. If there was a single person who could match her for theatrics, or at least enthusiasm for it, it would be him. The number of times they've bounced back and forth off each other in trying to be the most dramatic was impossible to count. Unless you were the local chief of police, Makoto had a knack for knowing because it's 'just the number of times you two have driven me insane'. Wonder what she meant by that. Oh well, whatever. If she didn't want their help, she should solve her own cases. He got off track. Shit. His gaze shifted to look Minako in the eye, curiosity burning clear as he let her go and grabbed the laptop. Time was not something to waste, leaping over his chair on the return trip before opening the computer on the table closest to the detective. "The thing has your initials on it."
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Sept 22, 2019 13:25:02 GMT
Post by disgracedflag on Sept 22, 2019 13:25:02 GMT
[nospaces] BANG BANG BABY I SHOOT RIGHT THROUGH YOUR HEART [attr="class","cc_text"] He thought he would get here and surprise Joker, only to find out the traitor had already gone out for the afternoon to study. Study? What's the point in that crap when there's no tests for weeks! Whatever. Now he was just waiting around to see who comes first, maybe he can go find something to do with them. No crime in having fun with a friend or two. Ryuji had flipped through three comics by the time he heard someone climbing the stairs, tossing the latest on the couch before looking up at whoever it was. [break][break] "Yeah, but you don't have to go with that. If we're gonna be thieves together just call me Ryuji." There was a moment's pause as he rolled off the table he was currently sprawled out on, standing upright before crashing back down on the couch. If this was going to be a long talk they may as well get comfortable, not like this is an interrogation.... Oh god was it? No, no don't be ridiculous, man. From first impression she doesn't seem the type. After soothing his hand made nerves he looked back up at the girl, crossing arms behind his head to prop it up as he relaxed into the cushion. "Oh, and there ain't a need to apologize. We tend to come and go around here without any thought behind it. Just treat it as a little getaway from things and you'll fit right in." [break][break] Honestly, there were questions he wanted to ask her too. She came so hard out of left field, he's still slightly reeling from it all. "What do you wanna talk about first, Senpai? I can tell you now, ain't a thing off limits since you already know about the biggest secret we got." His tone was as friendly as possible. He wasn't eloquent with words or some shit like that, so what he lacked in refinement he had to make up for with enthusiasm. If he could make her feel completely comfortable with everything before they go back into a palace that would be perfect, at least that was his current train of thought. It would also just be good to get her up to date so she never felt like the black sheep, even he had to admit they'd done that once already and he still feels those pangs of guilt every so often.
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Sept 18, 2019 3:55:34 GMT
Post by disgracedflag on Sept 18, 2019 3:55:34 GMT
[nospaces] BANG BANG BABY I SHOOT RIGHT THROUGH YOUR HEART [attr="class","cc_text"] For real?! He was hyped for this little vacation for a good while, really let himself relax and not think about any schoolwork for a few days. Yeah, he may not think about it on the daily, but now there was a valid reason for him to act surprised the next time a quiz comes out of nowhere. It was set to be awesome until he realized who he'd be rooming with. Excitement turned into irritation the more he thought about his unfortunate circumstances, dragging a raggedy suitcase behind him as he searched for the right room. Skip, skip, searching for upwards of ten minutes before finding the one he'd been assigned to. Digging through pockets he pulled out the keycard he'd been given earlier, flashing it against the pad for a second. The click of a lock and he was pushing forward. At least attempting to, until a stuck doorknob stopped him in his tracks. [break][break] "Freaking keycards, they always screw up on me." Wiggle, wiggle, applying force and...! With enough finagling and effort he finally managed to shove the door open, stumbling into the room once victory had been achieved. A moments panic caused a startled noise to start, cut off only by the good faith of Ryuji catching the doorway to stop the would-be fall. Relief coursed through him as he righted himself and actually entered, calmly shutting the door as if nothing prior had even just happened. Once inside he gave the room a quick once over, pretty swanky if he had to say. Hotel rooms were usually too bare for his personal taste, but he couldn't fault the room for that. [break][break] Bag soon tossed atop the empty bed, his body following after as he dived onto it. For a few seconds he completely forgot he wasn't the only one in the room, sprawled out on the soft mattress and letting stress melt away. "Man, this is the life! Why can't I win these kinds of things more." Satisfied with himself he slowly sat upright, looking at the other bed and the person still in it. Smile dwindled slightly but still pretty plastered onto his face, seems his excitement has been completely reignited. "Yo. I'll say right now, I call dibs on the toilet first thing each morning. Cool?"
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Sept 11, 2019 4:50:22 GMT
Post by disgracedflag on Sept 11, 2019 4:50:22 GMT
[nospaces] BANG BANG BABY I SHOOT RIGHT THROUGH YOUR HEART [attr="class","cc_text"] He knew this movie was going to kick ass, and he didn't even know the first thing about it! Maybe that's blind faith in a franchise, but when he's been following the series for this long? It's hard not to trust it without thought. He's almost never seen something this good that didn't come from some ridiculously rich corporation. Indies like this reaching fame? It rocked his mind. [break][break] There was no doubt the first though they'd have to find and take was the CDs. They're always the most important thing to get from an event like this. Most of the time its just a directors commentary, pretty boring stuff from his viewpoint, but there were the rare times where it ends up being extra bonus stories that never fit in the series at any other point. Those were worth more than gold to the fandom overall. After he'd have to check out the keychains, so likely the blonde would be dragging Futaba along to help spot the best made ones to add to the collection. The plans continued swirling around in his head as he got closer. Seeing the large sign atop the movie theater well before finding a crowd of fanboys and girls flooding the street.[break][break]
Ryuji felt his phone go off in his pocket, but he didn't have the time to check. Already behind schedule, he was hauling major ass trying to reach the theater before the gates of hell unleashed on the mortal coil. Thankfully, it wasn't much longer until he saw a head of orange hair and the body posture of someone who would rather be anywhere else. That's his Futaba alright. "Yo! Sorry! Mom needed me for a minute. And that minute turned into fifteen. You ready to head in?" He was sure the instinctive answer was no, but even if that came out as the verbal one they'd made a pact prior to this that any event where Futaba got cold feet, Ryuji would drag her inside and make sure she had fun.
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Post by disgracedflag on Sept 9, 2019 4:29:11 GMT
[nospaces] BANG BANG BABY I SHOOT RIGHT THROUGH YOUR HEART [attr="class","cc_text"] Did people online still say Nya? Probably, if he had to bet on it. God, one of these days someone's going to make a meme that's actually funny after the first few months, he just knows it. Derailing, he was seconds into the concept of another animal hunt and he was already losing his focus. Maybe food would do them both some good, if nothing else it would help him pretend like these easter egg hunts were something they held any real dedication toward. "Yeah, you'd be right on that. I don't think I've seen real food in there for the last three days." Was it his turn or hers to hit the store? If he had to bet, his. He'll make a little reminder in his phone to go get at least a few things later tonight. [break][break] It seems their morning was pretty set up, so he should probably take at least a few minutes to get ready for the, hopefully, grand adventures they were sure to get today! His mother always said a good attitude is step one into getting good news in a day. Patting pockets he realized early that his wallet was no longer in them, scanning living room to no avail. Crap! "Hey..! You, uh, seen my wallet anywhere around, Minako? Its not in its usual place." His tone was a lot calmer than what Ryuji was actually feeling, mind racing as he tried to remember where he last had it. The cab? No, he bought a hotdog after getting dropped off. If it was outside he'd never find it, his best bet was in the apartment. [break][break] So that's how he ended up tearing up his room even worse than usual. Drawers yanked open and emptied, pants with their pockets turned out scattered across the floor. Meanwhile the blonde was flipping his mattress in hopes that it got lost in the cracks or something crazy like that. Hopefully Minako was having more luck than he was, otherwise getting anywhere would be a hell of a lot more interesting.
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Post by disgracedflag on Sept 8, 2019 5:50:56 GMT
[nospaces] BANG BANG BABY I SHOOT RIGHT THROUGH YOUR HEART [attr="class","cc_text"] What the eff? One minute he was in his room, trying to search the internet for an answer to this game's ridiculous puzzles. Come on, who has time to run around a small area finding all the right little pieces to unlock the door! He just wanted to go nuts with his hammer. Just as he was about to get his answers the screen died, frustration rising until he realized the TV blacked out too. Confusion lasted for a second at most before suddenly everything shifted, feeling a sense of vertigo before suddenly he was in a room not his own. Weirder yet, his outfit wasn't even his own. Well, it wasn't something he was supposed to wear in reality. He was wearing his Phantom Thief apparel, complete with the bat loosely hanging from his hand. Too many times this weird shit happens without him doing anything. Stealth wasn't much a thought as he pushed open door after door to leave the random house, now looking around to try and gain bearings. The world looked like home, save some crucial differences. It looked broken, ruined as home did when they were trying to fight that stupid grail. But the aesthetic was all off, giving off an even freaking creepier vibe than when they practically died. What the hell was all of this? [break][break] Bullshit, that's what this was! Three times already he's had to avoid a freaking shadow. Only after fighting the first did he realize there was something crucial missing from his outfit. His mask!! Why the hell does he even have this thing on if he doesn't have a mask to remove for his super awesome Persona? Crouching behind a ruined car Ryuji took two seconds to breathe, thinking through his options as best he could. This could be a dream. Does that mean he should throw himself into danger to wake himself up? Something told him that would be stupid, even for him. A sudden Palace? But he didn't say anything into the Nav. Dammit! Bat gripped tighter he moved from the car, running through streets like a madman as he tried finding anything he could actually speak to. It seemed like forever past as he ran, whatever black mass of evil spawned made him detour more and more until eventually he didn't even know what he'd been through and what was new territory. Gunshots, shouts, what hadn't he heard? More and more this was sounding real, thank god he didn't try to headbutt a shadow in that case. Ryuji finally gave out, leg burning in a desire to be cut off to save from this pain. It was still out of whack, this hellish exercise wasn't doing him favors at this point. Slowing to a walk, he continued his search.[break][break] Just as things seemed fruitless, his search came to fruition. It wasn't someone he knew, but a figure could be seen in the distance. A real figure, not a shadow, that was humanoid!! Bat hanging from his belt, hands waving in the air to try and garner attention from the redish blur. "Hey!! Heeeey! Hold up!" A brisk walk, not quite a run less his leg become useless in the middle of a crazy night. He wanted to see who this was, and more importantly if they could help him out in any way. Even just someone to talk to could go a long way.
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Sept 1, 2019 20:49:53 GMT
Post by disgracedflag on Sept 1, 2019 20:49:53 GMT
[nospaces] BANG BANG BABY I SHOOT RIGHT THROUGH YOUR HEART [attr="class","cc_text"] Boring... Swiping through requests for the last hour had done nothing but bore him to tears, just a bunch of lost animal requests and the occasional misplaced car keys conundrum. Wasn't there anything exciting to sink his teeth into? Come on, they were starting to really get a name for themselves online!! People even gave them a name. "Improbable deductions" sounded pretty cool if he could say so for himself. "God damn. If I hear about another lost cat I think I'm gonna lose my mind!" Pulling down the laptop to let it rest, Ryuji finally stood up from his worn down seat. It was clear how long each day he'd spent in it, probably going through the same shoddy requests he'd just complained about. [break][break] Making way through their small apartment into the kitchen, making a break for the fridge to see if there was anything to snack on while retaining his sanity. No dice, but there was a nice new jug of orange juice. Cup soon snagged from the dishwasher and filled with the drink, slamming fridge shut again before taking a seat across from Minako. "So, do you have anything better than finding Nyalister, the great defender of apartment 3C across the street?" He was praying she did. The last two fun cases they'd done has been thanks to her keen eye. Sure, by logic it should be his turn to find the next great hit, but he's been too busy getting spammed with search party requests! How could anyone find the diamond in that rough? He got distracted, again. Adjusting glasses, fake but they added to a certain look that made him seem more like the detectives he's seen on TV, he returned focus to his partner. Hands propping his chin up, an excited grin curving his at the anticipation.
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Aug 17, 2019 18:59:51 GMT
Post by disgracedflag on Aug 17, 2019 18:59:51 GMT
001. What is your preferred name out of character? Lip
002. What timezone do you reside in?
Central
003. What are the best days & times for you to participate in group activities?
Weekends
004. Were you recruited by a member? If yes, who?
No
005. What is the best way to get in contact with you?
Discord foxygrandpa 3848
As a franchise, Persona is an emotionally significant game for so many. What does this character mean to you?
More than why do you want to write as them, but why are they special to you?
He's who I wish I could be. He doesn't just take the crap thrown at him or simmer underneath a blank face. He doesn't hold back and tells people off for being shitty to him or others. He's willing to do whatever it takes to help his friends and I think that's respectable as hell. It's nice having someone in the game that's just kinda dumb sometimes who tries his best and has a good heart to him.
If there was something you could change about your character in-game,
What would it be and why?
CHANGE THE PERVERTED MOMENTS FOR THE SAKE OF FANSERVICE. He can be an idiot, fine. Be the dumb joke of the team. But there's no reason for him to be a pervert joke. He was raised by a single mother who did everything for her son, you can't tell me he doesn't have more respect for girls than to just look at them like they're sex appeal. Not to mention everything about Kamoshida made him sick to his stomach, so why would he then get excited about Yusuke demanding Ann pose nude. Or ogle her swimsuit on the beach. Even in the dancing game they give him the role of pervert, and it makes no sense for his character.
"For real?!"
What the hell was happening? One minute, everything about this had been exciting, the thrill of some weird place called a 'Palace' getting adrenaline pumping through his veins like nothing else. Sure, maybe Ryuji didn't get the cool new outfit and weird ghost thing, but he was having the time of his life running along and figuring shit out with Akira. But that fun had run it's course, the severity of what this Palace meant for them now ringing loud and clear. Before him was various guards and the bastard, Kamoshida, himself. Akira and the cat were in bad shape, being stepped on like they were something lesser than this asshole. It enraged him, but what was there left to do? If those two and their Personas didn't stand a chance, what could he do?
What's wrong? Nothing to say? And here I thought all I broke was your leg, not your spine.
His every word set fire to the blonde's blood. Spite getting him back on his feet before he even realized it was happening. "Shut up! You talk and talk, deciding what people are worth before you know anything! You ain't a real King!" He thought the teacher was bad in the real world? That was nothing compared to this twisted vision he had of himself. Ryuji felt judgment from his every word, his glare, even his grin seeped the criticism his soul had prepared.
Ooh. Angry much? But tell me, what makes you any different? You judged that hot blonde, didn't you? I've heard all the nasty things you say to others about her.
He froze, memories flooding of any time he'd badmouthed Ann. Kamoshida's girl. Teacher's pet. The words themselves tame, but the malice behind every phrase was palpable. Kamoshida wasn't even wrong, based purely off rumor and one side of a story he wrote her off as the same as everyone else. Was it right? No. It was shitty. He was shitty. But he could admit it, there wasn't an ounce of a cowardly bone in him when it came to fessing up what was wrong with him. Be that as it may, it didn't change the immediate evacuation of any righteousness he once held. Strenght leaving him, falling to his knees as if struck down in a single move. He wanted to get back up, to tell Kamoshida off and find some sense of moral strength, but the words rang through his mind like a broken record. He was the same as this effin bastard. Judging people just to judge them, lashing out for no good reason. you can change Hands went to his head, gripping hair with all his strength to try to pull himself from the mental cage this bastard put him in. It might've worked, had he not continued his verbal lashing.
It's pathetic, really. What. You come here on a whim and think you're the heroes? News flash. The hero is whoever wins. But don't worry. After killing these two, I'll deal with you. So hide away! Be the scared little parasite we all know you are. First your precious track team, now your new friends. You really love screwing people over, don't you?
He couldn't deny it. Not a word of it, it was all something he did of his own volition because he thoughtlessly made choices to affect everyone. Now what? He'll just sit there while Akira gets killed?! Dammit! Kamoshida may as well have taken his spine too! so get up He didn't have it in him to watch, yet his body wouldn't move to look away. That effing knight was about to behead his friend. So why? Why were his bones lead based? Why were anchors latched to his every limb? Just stand up dammit! Get UP!
For just a moment, the world went black. Nothing for miles, until suddenly a light flickered in the center of his vision. Voice flooding his head that wasn't his own. So, you finally listened to me, huh? Took your time. Isn't it about time you took reign of the chaos? Make it your own power. The world gave you shame and disgrace, so what else do you have to lose? Raise your own flag of immorality and crush the self righteousness of Kings like him. The other you already agreed. Raise anchors and fire! Pain was all he felt for what seemed like hours. His brain being ripped to shreds, smashed into paste, and skewered all at the same time. It was hell, but the longer this inner entity spoke the more he realized something. He belonged in Hell.
Screams scratched his throat raw, the hands on his head soon finding something physical to grasp that wasn't part of his real face. A mask, something like it at least. It hurt, having it on burned his skin like acid. Wrong, that wasn't right. It squeezed like a skintight cage. It was crushing him, if he didn't rip it off he would never be free. A new strength fueled his arms as he tightened his grip, yanking forward with all the power he had. Blood splattered the floor, his shirt, his fingers. In the last seconds he thought he'd pass out from the pain, but something in him snapped properly into place as the mask was freed from his face. Waves of energy blew from his being, sending that bastard and his lackeys flying back. Every pulse filled him with power. Anchors away, his limbs found the power to stand once more.
"Woah..." He glanced at his hands, down at his chest and lower. His outift wasn't what he put on that morning, but nothing was a more perfect fit than this newfound attire. He didn't need to look back to feel the new presence surrounding him. Effing wild! Is this what it feels like? That's awesome. "Man... Wassup, Persona!" The bastard King and his henchmen were standing back up, approaching in a way that even he could tell was full of fear. Maybe it was the sudden nervousness to his step, maybe it was the courage pumping straight through his chest because of his newfound capabilities, but Ryuji found himself at last. "You're wrong, Kamoshida... I ain't any of that. But you! You're a real scumbag. Using people how you like, throwing out what's left! I'm gonna prove you wrong once and for all!" A finger pointed at the man, a gesture so small yet filled with such power. Judgment time rang for one last time, a final reminder that he wasn't the good guy. Nah, he was something else. A pirate, one who brings chaos and breaks the bonds of the weak. To the strong heroes of the world, he was the villain. About effing time he accepted that, now he was truly free to terrorize those bastards abusing the power of a hero.
"Lets wipe that stupid grin right off his face, Captain Kidd!!"
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