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| Long Beach California, 2005
“Why do you insist on perpetuating that silly habit?” he asked. I ignored him as I instead concentrated on the pouch of Drum Tobacco in my hand and the cigarette I was in the process of rolling. After all these years it didn’t require my full concentration to roll the cigarette (he knew that) I was just using it as an excuse to ignore him (he knew that too). After I finished rolling it I dug into the pockets of my black BDU pants for my lighter. Taking out the Zippo I flicked it open. I liked the clicking noise it made when I opened or closed it, I would sometimes sit for hours just fiddling with my lighter. As I lit my cigarette I sighed, exhaling a cloud of the poison laden smoke in the frigid winter air. I was stalling, he knew I was stalling, he knew that I knew that he knew I was stalling. I could continue in that vein for the next eight hours if I really wanted without once losing track of who knew what how many times and when. I just didn’t want to talk to him. I turned, the thin cigarette dangling loosely from my lips, a thin stream of smoke being whipped violently away in the wind. “It’s been a while Claus,” I whispered. I am proud of my voice. Maybe proud isn’t the right word. I like my voice. It’s very deep and strong in my humble opinion. I nearly snorted at the thought. I hadn’t been humble for a lot of my time on this Earth. Only relatively recently had I begun to learn humility. “It’s been quite a while,” he said. Claus was a big man, bigger than me but with a higher pitched voice. I’d always thought it was funny that the deep rumbling voice that came out of my slight frame was countered by a near falsetto coming from his broad chest. “Where have you been all this time?” I took my cigarette in one hand and blew out another thick cloud of smoke. Using the glowing tip of the cigarette to gesture I waved my hand lazily. “Here, there… around. I spent some time down in New Orleans a few years ago.” I lifted my free hand to brush a lock of long brown hair out of my eyes and I saw him tense as my hand neared the collar of my leather coat. Ever since I’d seen a wonderful movie several years ago I’d been fascinated with leather trench coats. ‘Blade’ I think it was called. He relaxed as I dropped my hand. I took another drag on my cigarette. Looking down I noticed it was almost gone so I chucked it to the side to watch it get carried away by the wind. “Why did you search me out Claus?” I asked. My voice had hardened, and he knew now that I was all business. “You answer my question and I’ll answer yours,” he countered. I sighed again. “Fine. You were asking about my smoking if I remember correctly.” He nodded. “I ‘continue to perpetuate that silly habit,’ as you called it, simply because I know it can’t hurt me. I find it amusing that so many people die from it every year, but I shall not.” “Indeed.” “Tit for tat, Claus,” I reminded him. “Why did you search me out?” “The brotherhood.” It was my turn to tense up, every muscle in my body tightening as my entire frame nearly quivered with restrained action and with the slightest jerk of my left wrist a knife dropped from my sleeve into my palm, hidden from his view behind my hand. “What about them?” I snarled. My eyes narrowed slightly and my vision seemed to… warp. I know no other way to explain it. It was like the world around me twisted in some strange way bringing what I was looking at closer to me in my eyes. Right then what I was looking at happened to be Claus’s chest, slightly to the left, right over where I knew his heart to be. “They’re looking for you. They’ve placed a price on your head. They want you brought in, alive. There are express orders which state you are not to be harmed any further than absolutely necessary to bring you in.” “And are you here to collect that price my old friend?” I snapped sarcastically at him. He bowed his head. “No, old friend.” There was no sarcasm in his voice, merely a deep regret. “I am here to warn you. I owe you a debt. This warning will in part help to ease that debt. In the future, if you are in need of help, find me and I will do what I can for you.” Reaching slowly into his pants pocket he removed a wallet and a heavy gold coin of a type I hadn’t seen in a very long time. Crouching down he placed a business card he removed from the wallet on the ground and weighed it down with the coin so that it would not blow away. Then, he turned and walked away. Vanishing quickly into the darkness. I crouched, letting my legs fold under me as I rapidly rolled another cigarette and lit it. I blinked several times rapidly to get my vision back to normal, that strange twisting always made me feel slightly sick to my stomach. Nothing debilitating but it was quite the nuisance at times. “What are you up to Claus?” I muttered to myself, staring intently at the card and the coin as I smoked my cigarette. Sighing yet again I stood and walked over to pick up the card. Slipping it into the inside pocket of my coat without looking at it I held up the coin to look at the symbol emblazoned across the gold surface. On one side an eye, on the other a tooth. “Eye for an eye,” I whispered. “Tooth for a tooth.” Turning, I walked back to the spot I’d previously occupied and crouched down again, rolling a third cigarette. I loved the night. I couldn’t understand why so few people understood it as I did. I crouched there, watching the clouds race above in the sky, the moon fading in and out as it was obscured by one bank of clouds after another. I looked at the people that walked past. I’d like to say I was ‘girl-watching’ but that would be inaccurate. I was actually looking for anyone that caught my eye, male or female it didn’t really matter to me. I smoked another five cigarettes while I waited before I finally saw one. It would be a girl. Quite beautiful, though beauty had nothing to do with my decision. She was a tall and leggy brunette. Her hair was shorter than my own waist length strands and a much darker brown than my own, appearing almost black in the night. It curled loosely about her face and fell to her shoulders in layered waves. I could see that both her ears were pierced at least four times and her eyes were done up with heavy eye shadow and black lipstick covered her lips. I chuckled to myself. Another would be creature of the night. They amused me so. However, she was quite beautiful. Wearing a short leather jacket with at least two spiked bracelets on each wrist and those legs I’d previously noticed encased in a pair of tight fitting black leather pants tucked into knee high black high heeled boots. As she walked past my location I stood up and took a step off the edge of the eight story, unfinished building I’d been standing on. I dropped silently, my leather trench streaming out behind me for several seconds before my heavy boots struck the soft dirt that awaited me. Rising from my crouch I started down the street after the girl, a smile tugging at my lips, my conversation with Claus all but forgotten. |
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Makura Since: 01-22-05 From: The restaurant at the end of the universe.... Since last post: 5888 days Last activity: 5153 days |
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| Yes, he has more. And it's sad. Good work, honey. I like Gabriel more than you. | |||
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4609 days |
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| The sun rose, as it always did, silently the next morning. First, staining the sky a pale gray. Then slowly the eastern horizon became a dull orange-red, and then finally yellow light exploded over the city as the edge of the sun came over the horizon, flooding my loft apartment with warm soothing light.
I was sitting at the foot of my bed, right leg drawn up with my arm resting on my knee and a cigarette burning in my hand as naked as the day I was born. Rachel was lying asleep in the bed behind me beneath the black silk sheets. Looking back I smiled at the tattoo she had at the small of her back. A black and green Ankh. I finished my cigarette and stubbed it out in the glass ashtray by my bed. Rising I made my way silently across the room to the farthest wall from the front door. Hanging on that wall were several of my most prized possessions. My swords. Taking down one of them I slowly drew it free from its scabbard, letting the sunlight reflect off of the blade. The blade was exactly 2 ½ feet in length, straight and double edged and the hilt was just long enough for me to hold with both hands, made of a heavy dark wood that was unidentifiable. Two tassels hung from the end of the hilt, one white and one black. Turning back I tossed the scabbard on the bed and stood in front of it looking out over the city. I was still for a moment, then, began my dance. It was something I’d learned a long time ago. The kata was very complex utilizing punches, kicks and blocks interspersed with thrusts, slashes and acrobatic maneuvers that I’d seen lesser people fail in the attempt. My mind slowly quieted from the turmoil Claus’s visit had thrown it into as I lost myself in the motions. Kick, spin, block, punch, duck, leap, slash, parry, thrust, kick, kick, roll, punch. I continued to work through the kata moving faster and faster until the blade of the sword whistled through the air around me. Sweat began to stand out on my skin and I noticed absently that Rachel had sat up in the bed to watch me as I moved about my apartment. It was another few minutes before I finally came to a stop. I breathed deeply, my heart rate barely elevated and my breathing only slightly labored. A thin sheen of sweat coated me from head to foot and my hair stuck to my back obscuring the large tattoo. “Good morning,” I said finally, my voice echoing loudly off the high ceiling. “Morning,” she whispered. I felt a slight tremble run through me. She had by far the most melodious voice I’d ever heard. It was like the softest velvet rubbed just the right way. “Care to join me for a shower?” I set the sword down at the foot of the bed and held out one hand to her. She smiled, took my hand and together we disappeared into the bathroom, not to reemerge for several hours. When we did finally come out of the bath we were accompanied by a rather impressive cloud of steam and we both had well satisfied expressions on our faces. We dressed quickly and I sat down on the edge of the bed to tie my hair into a braid. I knew it would take much longer to dry that way but the winter cold didn’t bother me much and I liked the style so I would keep it for a time. I handed her an extra jacket of mine, shrugged into my trench and led her down the stairs to my bike. The first time I saw one I’d fallen in love with the idea of a motorcycle and unless it was absolutely necessary hadn’t driven anything else since. Leaping on to the Honda Shadow I put the key in the ignition, turned it to on, pulled in the clutch and hit the starter with my thumb giving it some gas as the engine started up. Behind me I felt Rachel pulling down the foot pegs as she climbed on the bike and wrapped her arms around me, the spikes from her bracelet’s digging into my rib cage. It took a short while to drive her to her destination from Downtown Long Beach to the Liberal Arts Campus of Long Beach City College. Admittedly I wasn’t in any hurry to get there. I enjoyed her arms wrapped around me and the feel of her body pressed against my back. And perhaps the spikes digging into my ribs were rather enjoyable as well. When we finally arrived at her destination I pulled up to the curb and dropped the kickstand down allowing her to climb off the bike to the sound of wolf whistles from several of her waiting friends. She handed me the jacket I’d leant her and gave me a long, lingering kiss, as well as her phone number, before turning and walking over to her friends. I couldn’t help but notice how attractively her butt was displayed by the tight leather pants. As I pulled away from the curb I heard one of her friends ask, “Aren’t those the same clothes you wore to the club last night?” and another. “Yeah, and wasn’t that the guy you ditched us for?” I couldn’t help it. I laughed. These people never cease to amuse me. As I pulled into the left turn lane and flicked on my turn signal I tucked the slip of paper with her number on it securely into the inside pocket of my coat. I just might have to give her a call in a couple of days. I took a few hours after that just to ride around. I’ve always enjoyed just going for a ride, with no particular destination in mind. Besides, I had a lot to think about. Claus’s visit had dredged up a lot of old memories. Memories I’d tried very hard to forget. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4609 days |
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Memories Japan: January 12, 1804 Blood, smoke and snow. That was all I could smell. Damnit what the hell went wrong? I’d only been here for three years they shouldn’t have been able to tell yet. Someone had figured out that I wasn’t what I appeared to be and that had turned the entire village against me. Not even two weeks after the New Year and I was running about in the snow wearing nothing but a white hakama with a red belt holding it together. Luckily the snow landing on my bare shoulders and clinging to my hair didn’t bother me. My hand tightened around the hilt of the katana as I crept slowly along the wall of the biggest building in the village. I stepped carefully, my body light enough that even in the soft powder I left no footprints behind. I couldn’t help but smile, that would always be one of my favorite abilities. Walking across water periodically by making my body very light where people could see me had brought me no end of amusement over the years. Half the village was aflame, something I still regret even after a hundred years. I strained my ears as I crept along, listening for any sounds of pursuit. I really did not want to kill anyone if I could avoid it, but I would if I had to. “Gabriel-san!” No, I thought. Not him. Please if there’s any sort of God not him. I turned slowly and, despite my pleadings, there he was. “Go home Tatsuhito,” I said in fluent Japanese. “Please, go home and tell no one you saw me little brother.” His face was stained with soot and one arm of his shirt was slightly charred. “I have no home Gabriel-san,” he said, tears streaming down his face. “It has burned to the ground already.” His little six-year-old body looked so frail to me against the back drop of the gently falling snow and the roaring flames. I noticed he held his fathers Wakazashi with both of his hands. Earlier that night I’d had to take the mans life. “I am very sorry Tatsu-chan,” I whispered bowing low at the waist to him. “I cannot apologize enough for the tragedy I have brought to your village. It was not my intention.” “Why?” he cried. “Why do they attack you? If you did something bad then apologize to them.” Virith save me, he doesn’t know, I thought. He didn’t know what I was. In that moment I made a decision that would come to haunt me for the rest of my life. I held out one arm towards him. “Come here Tatsu-chan,” I whispered. His body shuddered a bit with repressed sobs before he flung himself at me, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. I held him close to me, letting him cry against me for a few moments, gently stroking the back of his head. A few tears of my own fell a moment later as I twisted his head sharply around, crushing every bone in his neck and killing him instantly. I dropped the Katana in my hand and slowly lowered his body to the snow. I’ve never been a very religious person. It’s not quite in my nature to be so. But I couldn’t help but take a brief moment of silence to say a few words over his still body. A minute later I rose to my feet, took the sword and scabbard from Tatsuhitos body. Sheathing the blade I tucked it into my belt and picked up my Katana before taking off into the shadows of the trees surrounding the small mountain village. |
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| Long Beach California: February 4, 2005
I pulled up to my apartment after reliving the memory of that snowy blood filled night. Heading straight upstairs I unlocked the door, the old memory drawing me inexorably forwards. I didn’t want to look, but I knew I would. Inside I dropped my keys onto the table by my bed and slowly turned to face my wall of swords. Hanging in a spot of honor, right in the center was a Wakazashi. The Wakazashi. The one Tatsuhito was carrying the night I killed him. “That’s the sword isn’t it?” I didn’t turn around to face the woman standing behind me. “This is the second time in as many days that someone has snuck up on me. I must be loosing my touch,” I said. I looked to my left at the Tai Chi sword I’d been practicing with earlier that morning. It was too far away for me to get to and draw before the person behind me could attack. There was only one option available to me at the moment. One that I did not want to use for personal reasons but I had no choice. Moving as quickly as I could I snatched the hilt of the Wakazashi as I spun on one foot bringing it around and down to point directly at the nose of the woman. “It’s been a while Vera,” I said, purposely repeating what I’d said to Claus the previous evening. “Yes it has,” she said. “I’ve missed you. My bed has been rather cold without you.” “I don’t appreciate being treated as a pet,” I snarled. “And spending 50 years chained to you was more than enough for any lifetime.” In case you who are reading these words were wondering or hadn’t guessed by now, I am a vampire. I am 327 years old born in the year 1678. I no longer remember where I was born, only that I lived for a time in Ireland before I was turned at the age of 18. Contrary to popular belief Vampires are nearly indistinguishable from humans. We sweat, we breathe and sleep. We also do enjoy the pleasures of the flesh as it is sometimes called. I’ve read a number of vampire stories where the vampires depicted shun all forms of physical intimacy, preferring instead just to bite their chosen victim. Just goes to show they were wrong as I did not feed from the lovely Rachel the night before. “You’ve had a woman here.” Vera said, bringing me to the present. “I believe I will have to find her, now that I have her scent, and kill her… painfully.” I swore mentally. My face showed no signs of the turmoil going on inside. Vera, was a werewolf. As such her sense of smell rivaled even mine and I have frequently in the past tracked a person by their scent alone. This was not good. What made it worse was that I knew that with my current armaments I had no way of killing her. Damned Lychen immunity to all damage except that caused by silver. I had promised myself a long time ago that I would never wield Tatsus’ Wakazashi except against one man. Threntü would be the first and only creature to feel the bite of Tatsus’ blade. The vampire that turned me would die by the edge of that sword. Vera, would not. “Why kill her Vera?” I asked. “She’s just a human, practically a child, far beneath your notice.” “You belong to me,” she growled. “I cannot let some slut share your bed and get away with it without retribution.” Her left hand came up and she slapped the blade away from her face at the same time darting in past my guard. Her hands hit my chest and she shoved me up against the wall behind me before I had a chance to react. The next thing I knew her lips were crashing violently against my own, my lip splitting open against my teeth. She held the kiss, if it could be called that, for several moments as she dug her fingernails into my chest, drawing blood. She finally broke the kiss and pulled back, licking my blood from her lips. “Are you quite finished?” I drawled acting as bored as I possibly could manage while struggling to keep my revulsion from my face. “Because, if you are, I’d like to know what prompted this little visit.” I pushed her away slightly and turned to re-sheathe the Wakazashi and placed it back on the wall. “The Brotherhood has placed a price on your head my pet,” she whispered in my ear, pressing herself against my back. “You won’t give me any trouble now, will you?” I felt her hands slide down my chest towards my belt. “Define ‘trouble,’” I growled as I reached down and tightly grasped her right wrist. With a sharp twist I snapped her wrist and both of the bones in her forearm. Before she could even gasp in pain I spun out of her grip and smashed my elbow into her face. I felt at least three teeth break under the force of the blow and her head snapped back so hard I could hear the bones in her neck popping. “Oh you’re going to pay for that, Pet,” she growled, blood dripping down her chin. “Probably,” I agreed, “but not quite yet.” Leaning back I braced my shoulders against the wall and planted my right boot in between her breasts. The next second she was flying backwards from the force of my kick right through the tall windows of my apartment. I grabbed my keys and my bike jacket and shrugged it on as I sprinted forwards and jumped out of the window after her. Below me, as I fell the three stories to the street, I could see a crowd already beginning to gather around the broken and bloody form of the were-bitch from hell. They had no idea what they were getting into. I landed silently behind them and sprinted as quickly as possible down the block to my bike, leaping on and tearing off into traffic at top speed. I ignored the blaring car horns and occasional crash that I caused as well as I ignored things like traffic lights, signs, and basically traffic laws in general. It was roughly six miles from my apartment to Rachel’s college and I knew that if I didn’t beat Vera there then Rachel would have very few moments of life left. Luckily it was only three in the afternoon so I’d still have a couple hours of daylight. As soon as night fell it would become very dangerous around here. During the drive I had just enough time to remember a few things; things I didn’t really want to remember. My past seemed to have a habit of catching up to me, and it looked as if there was no escaping the inevitable. |
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Elara Divine Mamkute Dark Elf Goddess Chaos Imp Penguins Fan Ms. Invisable Since: 08-15-04 From: Ferelden Since last post: 101 days Last activity: 101 days |
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| First Meetings
New Orleans: September 24, 1725. I loved the Big Easy. The city of New Orleans was always so vibrant, so full of life. There was a party every night and never a shortage of beauties to share a bed with, or a couple hour’s of diversion at the least. As the thought occurred to me I glanced to my left at the young creature walking beside me. Gorgeous long hair, a slim tapered waist and dark bronzed skin, I couldn’t help leaning in for a kiss. “What was that for?” he asked, turning to face me after my lips left his neck. “You’re just too gorgeous for words to describe, Jamie,” I whispered. We were on our way to a gala ball, sponsored by the Brotherhood. None of the humans attending knew that of course, and only a few would find themselves on a dinner plate. Jamie being one of them. I liked him, and I intended to get as much pleasure from him as possible before I disposed of him. We entered the estate grounds from the south side, milling amongst the other guests. A quick glance around told me that nearly three quarters of those present were human. I smelled a few werewolves and at least a dozen vampires of a couple different clans were within my line of sight. There were a couple of the Kargoni clan and at least one Shade was present. I smiled. Threntü really went all out for this one. The party rapidly got into full swing, wine and blood flowed like rivers before the end of the night and I awoke from a slight stupor induced by alcohol and large quantities of blood to find myself lying naked in a bed next to Jamie. Or what was left of his at least. His body had been ravaged by my fingernails and teeth. A quick glance showed that even his genitals were mutilated. I smiled, licking at some still moist blood clinging to my lips. “Quite the tasty morsel, wasn’t he?” I glanced up at the sound of a voice. She was sitting in a chair against the far wall of the bedroom. I stood up, blood staining my mouth and neck and running down my chest, naked as the day I was born. I didn’t care about my nudity however. ‘Let her look all she wants,’ I thought. ‘No harm in giving the woman a last thrill before she dies. Moving as quickly as I could, so fast that no human would be able to follow my movements, I darted across the room and lifted her out of the chair by her neck. Spinning about I slammed her body forcefully into the ground, listening to bones crack and internal organs rupture as her fragile form made contact with the hard floor. I stood, stretching the muscles in my back as I did so, and stared down at her broken form. She was quite beautiful. Long wavy blond hair, eyes a dark blue and skin so flawless she could have been made of porcelain. She had a rather large chest and an overall beautifully proportioned body. I found myself getting slightly wistful over the fact that I never got to bed her. So lost was I in my own musings that I failed to notice her move until her heel had been planted firmly into my gut and all the wind left my lungs in a rush as the force of her kick sent me flying against the far wall. I groaned and sat up just in time to see her broken limbs mend themselves and her broken neck sharply fixing itself as she sat up. “That wasn’t very nice, sweetheart,” she growled. Her eyes began to shine with a distinctive yellow light and I felt a feral grin touching my lips as her body began to grow and change. “Bring it on, puppy,” I said to the werewolf. This was going to be fun. |
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First Meetings New Orleans: September 24, 1725. I loved the Big Easy. The city of New Orleans was always so vibrant, so full of life. There was a party every night and never a shortage of beauties to share a bed with, or a couple hour’s of diversion at the least. As the thought occurred to me I glanced to my left at the young creature walking beside me. Gorgeous long hair, a slim tapered waist and dark bronzed skin, I couldn’t help leaning in for a kiss. “What was that for?” he asked, turning to face me after my lips left his neck. “You’re just too gorgeous for words to describe, Jamie,” I whispered. We were on our way to a gala ball, sponsored by the Brotherhood. None of the humans attending knew that of course, and only a few would find themselves on a dinner plate. Jamie being one of them. I liked him, and I intended to get as much pleasure from him as possible before I disposed of him. We entered the estate grounds from the south side, milling amongst the other guests. A quick glance around told me that nearly three quarters of those present were human. I smelled a few werewolves and at least a dozen vampires of a couple different clans were within my line of sight. There were a couple of the Kargoni clan and at least one Shade was present. I smiled. Threntü really went all out for this one. The party rapidly got into full swing, wine and blood flowed like rivers before the end of the night and I awoke from a slight stupor induced by alcohol and large quantities of blood to find myself lying naked in a bed next to Jamie. Or what was left of him at least. His body had been ravaged by my fingernails and teeth. A quick glance showed that even his genitals were mutilated. I smiled, licking at some still moist blood clinging to my lips. “Quite the tasty morsel, wasn’t he?” I glanced up at the sound of a voice. She was sitting in a chair against the far wall of the bedroom. I stood up, blood staining my mouth and neck and running down my chest, naked as the day I was born. I didn’t care about my nudity however. ‘Let her look all she wants,’ I thought. ‘No harm in giving the woman a last thrill before she dies. Moving as quickly as I could, so fast that no human would be able to follow my movements, I darted across the room and lifted her out of the chair by her neck. Spinning about I slammed her body forcefully into the ground, listening to bones crack and internal organs rupture as her fragile form made contact with the hard floor. I stood, stretching the muscles in my back as I did so, and stared down at her broken form. She was quite beautiful. Long wavy blond hair, eyes a dark blue and skin so flawless she could have been made of porcelain. She had a rather large chest and an overall beautifully proportioned body. I found myself getting slightly wistful over the fact that I never got to bed her. So lost was I in my own musings that I failed to notice her move until her heel had been planted firmly into my gut and all the wind left my lungs in a rush as the force of her kick sent me flying against the far wall. I groaned and sat up just in time to see her broken limbs mend themselves and her broken neck sharply fixing itself as she sat up. “That wasn’t very nice, sweetheart,” she growled. Her eyes began to shine with a distinctive yellow light and I felt a feral grin touching my lips as her body began to grow and change. “Bring it on, puppy,” I said to the werewolf. This was going to be fun. |
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