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 Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 1:39 pm
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of Nocturne Respect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
"Very well. Return to your duties." He waved her off as she headed for the door. In response he headed for the door at the end of the room. With out a second thought, he entered and shut the door behind him. It was just a bed room. Rebuilt and refurnished. Terribly, might he add. It was just as lavish as the office. The sheets were made of silk, the bed itself was littered with several pillows simply for decoration. The rug beneath him looked hand woven. Just like the office, this room would need a good stripping. Was this how kings were treated? It was sickening. The enormous room also had several windows on the opposite wall, allowing Alistair to view his city the mine he entered the room. "I see this city plenty enough... I don't need this." He grunted.
He kicked off his shoes, tossing them lazily aside as he removed the tight fitting black v-neck he wore. He couldn't help but notice a mirror in the corner. It was tall, and like the other objects in this room, it was excessively ornate. He couldn't help but look at his toned, bare chest. Diagonally across his chest, there was a large scar that marked the area where a fatal blow was dealt to him long ago. His regenerative capabilities were not advanced enough to heal it before too much blood had been lost. He traced the large scar with his index finger, briefly remembering what the pain felt like as the life was drained from him. He sighed as he faced away, moving to the bed. As soon as he moved back to sit on the bed, his body was met with an almost cloud-like surface. Too soft. He struggled to roll around the bed as his body seemed to almost fall through the bed. Though, one thing he couldn't complain was about how easy it was to fall asleep. Within seconds, his eyes became heavy. Drifting and falling into a deep abyss.
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"The strong survive."
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With his dismissal, she'd leave. Going back the way she came and into the cold night.
[exit]
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Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 5:27 pm
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It was a leisure stroll from the CAZ to the King's Estate. The autumn air, even though it was much colder in Nocturne than anywhere else, it was still nice. Subtle hits of cinnamon and apple spice hung in the air. ALl the streetlamps were ablaze in fiery oranges and people were getting ready for all hallows festivities. Pumpkins were carved, gourds hung from trees, not that she was really into such things as decorating.
The guards would let her pass and she would enter the empty establishment. Red would ascend the stairs swiftly and make her way to the office. Unlike last time, she didn't barge in, instead she cracked it and saw that Alistair was not there.
Though, as the door opened much wider, the other at the end of the room was ajar. The redhead crossed the threshold silently and looked inside. Vermilion orbs widened, it was his bedchamber. For a minute she stood there, debating if she should trespass anymore or leave. She'd go with the earlier and step into the room. Doc Martens hushed by the gentle creeping steps, then she stood at the side of the bed, Alistair's back to her.
One hand pressed on the mattress as she leaned over, and the other tenderly touched his bare shoulder. "Alistair..wake up." It was a low response, not wanting to startle him too much as she shook him lightly.
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Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 6:18 pm
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
It had been several hours since he had fallen asleep, more than Alistair would have cared to admit. He slept for over a full rotation of the clock. There were several things that could have awoken the man. The slightest movement could have alarmed him, causing him to wake up. Perhaps all of the guards shuffling about outside, or the landscapers designing the grounds, prepping it for the up and coming Hallow's Eve festivals. But the king continued to sleep forever, it seemed. At least until he heard the door of the office creak, at which point, his ears twitched and his nose searched for a scent. His eyes slowly opened when he found a familiar scent. One that he knew all too well. He laid there, completely still as the figure approached the bed. He could have moved, maneuvered away somehow. He chose to stay because he had nothing to fear from a person who would strike from behind.
And, it was Red. That part contributed to his decision to not react the most. As soon as she touched his bare shoulder, the man spoke in a quieted tone. Even at a hushed tone, his deep voice penetrated the dead silence of the chamber. "I'm already awake."He shrugged off her hand from his shoulder as he tossed away the plush comforter that covered his his body, revealing his bare, toned torso as he maneuvered to the side of the bed, where he merely sat up at. As he stretched, the long scar on his chest seemed to grow larger, only to return to it's normal size as Alistair finished. As his head rose, his azure eyes looked up to meet the other pair of red eyes in the room, cold as ever. He ran his fingers through his elongated hair, moving the few black locks that were covering his face. Without his hair band, the hair flowed freely, no longer being bound into a pony tail. "What... could you possibly want right now?"
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 6:31 pm
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As soon as he moved from her hand, the feral stood up straight, her arms crossing. She watched him ease out of the bed, only to look away, her head turning, scarlet tresses shifting and cascading.
You should look.
"No." Red whispered under her breath before about facing herself, her eyes would fall onto the city. The tiny beacons of light from each business, lamp, home; truly an impressive view.
"I was making sure you were okay. It must be nice to sleep...for half the rotation." A smirk forming on her face, she could see the chilling cast of cyan spheres in the window's reflection, two crimson moons watching the glaring icy daggers. "Maybe you should get back in bed and get up on the other side." Quickly she hid the threatening laugh as her head tilted down, shielding her smile from view.
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Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 8:18 pm
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
As she turned her back to him before she spoke, Alistair's glare hardened. Pushing himself off the bed and onto his feet, it only took a split second for him to kick off and jump behind the feral, closing the distance between them. During the process, his hair had flown around wildly, several locks covering his face. "So let me get this straight..." He spoke into her ear from behind her. "You came here to see if I was okay, then you turn from me as you answer." As he spoke into her ear, he stared into the woman's reflection in the window. In the reflection, almost everything was vaguely outlined and reflected, so many features were no longer noticeable about them. Red would be able to clearly see the man's bright cyan eyes, but failed to take note of what surrounded the sea of blue. There was darkness around the bright pupils, encasing it. Suffocating it.
Alric.
The man placed his hand on Red's waist, feeling just how cold her skin was to the touch, even through the fabric of the clothes she wore. In contrast, his skin was feverishly hot. "Look at me." With a slight movement, the gap between them was closed, his body pressed against hers. "Tell me... what do you think this is? Why do you come to my bed chambers, then turn when you see something you think you shouldn't see? I can sense your intent. There's a desire in there... it just piqued a few seconds ago."
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 9:11 pm
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From the downcasted face her eyes looked up, greeting the swallowed pools with a bloodlusting stare from under lush lashes. Coy words began to spiral down into her ear, running wild in the confines of labyrinthine matter. This was as his grip found purchase and he closed in for the kill. Something inside her stirred, letting go of any shame and threatened to surface. She breathed, a simple exhale.
Red would turn, gazing into the foreign and yet, familiar spheres. She studied them, searching, looking past the loose strands shielding parts of his face. He still looked the same, it was only in his bewitching gaze that any difference was accounted for. While her hips remained locked in his hold, her torso slightly leaned back, just enough that her upper body wasn't touching his. Even at that distance, the radiating heat coming from his bare form felt like a hot iron compared to the dead chill of her own. She'd smile at him, words just over a whisper.
"Because..."
You are stubborn.
"I..."
Say it.
"I shouldn't."
Her palm slammed against his chest, pushing her back out of his grasp. In that moment, a sharp inhale as the world seemed so much colder, empty, lonely. Her body felt heavy, almost rejecting what she had just done, separating them. Red's back pressed against the windows metal beam, steeling desires momentarily. Her lips pressed, clenching teeth as she fought for control over herself, hands shaking as they palmed the clear panes.
"So what if there is? You think I'm going to give in just like that?" She seethed but smirked, her tongue rolling. "Tch."
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2013 3:06 pm
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
When she finally decided to turn around and face him, the man's grip around her waist tightened. Red wasn't fragile, Alric knew that. His face remained serious, though it lacked a cold demeanor. One that had become something that Alistair seemed to have invented. Upon first glance, his eyes were cold. But as the feral tried to search for something in his eyes, she'd find something. Perhaps something she wasn't expecting. Something primal. Relentless. Something that was drawn to the feral. As he continued to stare into the crimson orbs, something happened. It was the same skill he used on the human Dani awhile back, just... different. Alric heard voices ring through both his mind and his ears. Both sounded completely different, and each had different intents. 'You are stubborn.' The voice rang through his head.
The eye contact was broken when Red pushed him back. His stood there, disoriented for a few seconds in the dark room. The light of the full moon cut through the darkness, illuminating part of the room. In the center of that light was Red. Her shadow. It was cast over Alric's. "...Say what?" His curiosity got the better of him. When Red leaned back against the window, Alistair moved forward, placing his palms on the windows, with Red's head in the space between his arms. "I don't even think I have to do anything, do I? Not with those thoughts in your head." He smirked. As he spoke, his body continued to inch towards Red's. "What else did you plan on doing when you decided to come into my bed chamber? Did you want something? Someone? Me?"
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2013 3:50 pm
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"What?! I came to wake you up! Did I crawl in bed with you? No." She barked back, her nails growing longer, sharpening their edges as they descended. Still he drew in closer, enough that she threw up her hands, the nails poking at the bare skin of his chest. If he chose to progress, she wouldn't hesitate to use them.
"Stay the ******** outta my head!"
On your knees, make a caged bird sing...
"Back off!"
If you just let me in....let me in...let me in..
Lust's fire rose behind her eyes, through broken walls she came through. Filling and spilling until the woman before him was something much more. While retaining all the same features of the feral that he knew, her skin still cold but its pallor a creamy alabaster. Her crimson mane ethereally vibrant, the two staring pools seductively glaring back without any fear or falter.
"You made her mad and that never leads to anything good." She coolly responded, hips cocked but her nails still pressed, raking against the feverish flexing muscle. "What is it that you want?" A smirk forming. "Let me take a guess..." The scarlet tresses tilted, her head inching closer to his face, lips almost brushing as they lingered and she watched him, fixated on the gleaming spheres. The warm breath splashing against cheek and jaw alike. There was no hesitation but she didn't press further either.
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 6:54 pm
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
When Red tried to stop the man's approach, it didn't work. Alric didn't care about a little pain. In fact, as her nails dug into his chest, causing streams of crimson to trickle out of the wound, a fanged grin formed on Alric's face. He only stopped closing the distance between them when he saw a physical change in Red as she grew more and more flustered. Her skin suddenly flushed with color, her hair, though remaining the same color, was visibly different. Her entire presence had changed. She was no longer Red. This... figure in front of him was different.
Now, the man merely stood there, marveling at the sight. Red had visibly changed before his eyes. Her energy signature was completely different. It was like this was a whole new person, but the way she spoke was as if they were one and the same. As her lips brushed against his, he didn't move at all. Instead, he remained curious. Was this... was she always a part of Red? "Who are you?... What are you?" But as he tried to think of things to say, his mind began to cloud his judgement. He wanted to lean forward and lock his lips with this woman's, and yet he also wanted to restrain himself.
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 8:10 pm
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Vanity was a business to please the unique, and she certainly was visually stimulating to any eyes. As he questioned, the icy picks dug into his fiery flesh. Dribbles of rich ichor covered them and splattered to the floor. Though Red's hands pulled away, she lifted the right one up for him to see it while her tongue ran across the streaked backside. Her other though, moved to his tense forearm, gripping it as he held her position.
"I am whoever you want me to be but the more important question is what. I am the fire that burns in your eyes, I am the monster that is desired." The seductive gaze stared, red ovals fixated on the chillingly cool spheres. "You may have her back now." It was a far better thing to see the turmoil after causing it, of course Red would be fine, Lust had chose a strong host. "She won't be happy with this though..." The woman leaned in again, this time finding his slacked maw with a cool kiss. It was then that the color of flesh died, it was once again the porcelain colour. There was a slight hum coming from her exchange before the crimson spheres snapped open. He was warm, so very warm. Her teeth would find purchase with his bottom lip as realization pressed her against him. Nails dug in, creating new rivets.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 12:16 am
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
The moment her hand touched Alric's forearm, he could feel... everything. An overflow of desires. Not just a desire to find out what this creature was, but desires that never in a million years would Alistair admit feeling. Sexual. Carnal. Erotic. He inhaled sharply in response to the icy touch. He was unprepared. At the whim of this creature of desire. 'The monster that is desired.'
Her words echoed in his mind, but the words that echoed back were not the same. They came from a familiar voice.
Alistair.
*You want her. Why is that so bad to desire her? I think you've found my predicament with Red, haven't you?*
"Shut up..." He muttered under his breath.
*We remained completely uncaring of these desires until she came around. Do you remember when she first came waltzing in? Even as a human, she piqued both of our interests.*
"So that was the real reason why you kissed her. You wanted her?" This time he spoke aloud. But after that, Alistair remained silent. His thoughts remained still up until Lust pressed her lips against Alric's. Almost instinctually, he placed his hand on her back, clawing into it with his hardened nails, and pulled her in closer pressing his body against hers as he returned the kiss. His hands almost began to wander, attempting to lift her up and wrap her legs around his waist... all until he felt a sharp pain in his lower lip as she retaliated. Almost as if they came from the shadows, a pain in his forearm caused him to whip around, effectively tossing the woman aside. What she'd hit was unclear. Immediately after her nails were removed from the wound, they began to heal, as if they were never there. The only remnant of there ever being a wound was the long trails of blood that seeped down onto his black jeans. But as he healed, his eyes reverted back to normal. "...What the hell was that?!" He growled out.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 12:44 am
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It was with a loud thud that the feral slammed into the wall, her body slumping down it. Four claw marks etched deep scratches in the freshly painted walls while her other hand reverted back, her nails missing all together. A waterfall of crimson curtained her face as she stared at the floor, flashes of the previous happenings foaming on the brim of her mind. She had kissed him. She wanted to but not like that.
Red clung to the torn wall and stood. His words filtering against the buzz of memories. "Which part?" She said dryly, wiping away his blood from her mouth and licking away the rest. "I became a monster and also took in another." Her shoulder held her against the wall while she leaned. "That was the first time... I just wasn't prepared for...well..that." There was no comforting smile, or gleam in her vermilion eyes, she felt drained and his questions wouldn't help any but she'd stand there taking them anyway. So that was the real reason why you kissed her. You wanted her? he was the strangest man she has ever met but she took an interest in him from the start.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 1:09 am
xxxxxxxxxx┫Ａｌｉｓｔａｉｒ Ｍａｒｉｃ┣
"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
Alistair turned his back to Red and faced the window, looking out over the city. He was hoping that he imagined that last part. The first kiss was easy to shrug off and explain. But what Alric said... no, it meant nothing. It still meant nothing. "We've all got our monsters... A while ago, you asked me to be your tamer, but things tend to work out oddly. I need someone to keep this side of me in check. Perhaps not with more..." He paused for a seconds, but continued anyways, despite his hesitation. "... intimacy, but whatever that thing was that came out of you... it did the trick. Expect us to work on seeing exactly what that is. I've never seen anything like it."
As he spoke, he moved around to find a new black v-neck shirt for him to wear under his jacket. Within seconds, he found something similar and put it on, ten proceeded in tying his hair up into his normal ponytail. "Just a warning... wake me up at a distance next time. There's no telling what else will happen if we recreate that situation. For now... let's go back to the CAZ. I've got something to show you."
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 1:23 am
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The scratches he dug on her back were still there, like folded wings they ran from shoulder to rib in one fell swoop. Not that she cared to heal at this moment. Not caring was the easy part for a feral, you could just flip a switch and all was numb. So as she stood straight up, no longer using the wall to hold her, she continued to cross her arms over her chest. He moved about, her eyes following lazily. "I guess....we can." Red hadn't experienced anything like it before and it was IN her.
"Next time I'm going to serenade you with some banging pots and pans." She said sarcastically. "I'm ready whenever you are." Red would follow not far behind.
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