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 Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 3:05 pm
In the moonlit world of Hueco Mundo, not far from the home of the Hollow King, Unrest has begun amongst the "souless" people, and of reform do the citizens sing. All was sparked by a new little group, made up of Arancaar and ex-Vizard alike. Soon, the Hollow King's men shall fall; El Eclipse de Luna shall make its first strike...
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 3:07 pm
.:Rules:.
1) Try not to pile on too many of one race or weapon-type...
2) Though I don't require you to make a profile, it would be greatly appreciated if you would send me an idea of what your character's name is, what kind of weapon (by which I mean zanpakutou) you'll be using, and what race your character is... (And by "greatly appreaciated", I mean "required"...)
3) Have fun! (Or else! Mwahahaha!)
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 3:08 pm
Extra Info:
Hopefully, if you're thinking of joining this RP, you've read or watched at least a little of the Bleach series, but I won't require it. If you haven't, below is a list of important information...
Races:
Shinigami / Soul Reapers- Literally meaning "death god", they send the souls of the dead to the Soul Society through what's called a "Soul Burial", and hunt and purify Hollows, both using a their zanpakutou.
Hollows- Beings who used to be normal souls, but were transformed into monsterous creatures by being either tied to one place for too long, or attacked by another Hollow. Their most noticable features are a large, black hole through the chest, and the mask that all hollows wear.
Vizard- A Shinigami who, by giving in, and becoming a Hollow, then fighting the Hollow side within them, and earning back control, has gained the mask, and powers, of a Hollow. (Not classified as Shinigami.)
Arancaar- A Hollow who, by the power of the Hogyoku, has broken its mask and gained a zanpakutou, and (usually) a human form. (The more powerful, the more human-like.) (Still classified as a Hollow.)
Humans- They're... human. (Some have special powers, but for the sake of the story, we won't use them...)
Places:
Soul Society- A sort of "heaven" where spirits are sent to live in peace after they have died on Earth. The spirit world called Soul Society consists of two portions: the expansive walled city of Seireitei, where Soul Reapers and nobility reside, and the eighty-district residential area of Rukongai . The number of the district describes its conditions, such that lower-numbered districts are more peaceful. Living conditions resemble those of feudal Japan. A king resides in another realm within Soul Society. Souls in the Soul Society are much like normal humans, but age at an extremely slowed rate, such that lifespans of several centuries are commonplace. Children can even be born as they are in the human world.
Hueco Mundo- A dimension between the human world and Soul Society. It is where hollows reside when not hunting humans, and they are undetectable as long as they remain inside. Entrances to Hueco Mundo are created by ripping the dimensional fabric between the two worlds. On the surface of Hueco Mundo is a desert-like realm, covered in perpetual night. The little vegetation that meets the eye is actually formed from crystal; and while the sky has clouds, there is no water to be found anywhere. Few hollows reside on the surface, and the landscape is dominated by the imposing Las Noches palace. Directly underneath is the Forest of Menos, where the hollows mainly reside until provoked to leave.
Earth- The human world. Accessable to all.
Things:
Zanpakutou- Zanpakutou are special swords that have spiritual powers. There are multiple forms, called "releases":
~ Normal- Can be used to slay a Hollow, or perform a Soul Burial. (It has a name, I just don't remember it...)
~ Shikkai- Changes the shape of the zanpakutou, and allows the user special powers. Doesn't have to be a sword. Can be all different kinds of weapon forms, colors, and/or elemental types. (Elemental type not required.)
~ Bankai- The most powerful form. Usually has a shape similar to the shikai release, though it can be streached... a lot... Gives the user massive power. (All captain-level Shinigami are [usually] required to have bankai releases, and all Espada-level Arancaar have bankai-level releases.)
~ Resurrección- (Arancaar only.) Allows an Arrancar to access its true form by releasing their zanpakutou, adding Hollow-like appendages that usually resemble the Hollow that the Arancaar came from, and giving the Arancaar more power. The Arancaar can re-seal the release, which takes time and a great deal of effort, or just drop the added appendages, but doing the latter would be equivelant to amputating a limb. Once done, it can't be undone.
Hogyoku- An item created by a former Captain that allows one to break the barrier between Hollow and Shinigami.
Classes:
~Shinigami~
Un-Ranked- A normal, rankless Shinigami.
Ranked- An exellent Shinigami who is given a rank called a "seat" from 15 to 3, third seat being the best rank achievable without becoming a Lutenant or Captain.
Lutenant- A Shinigami who has earned a great reputation through hard work, and has been rewarded for it. To become a Lutenant, it is required that the Shinigami has achieved shikai release.
Captain- A top level Shinigami who is above all others in skill and power. To become a Captain, the Shinigami must have either reached bankai release and have been suggested for the rank by their commanding officer, or have killed a previous Captain in an agreed-to battle with at least one hundred witnesses.
Vizard- All Vizard, before defecting, were at Lutenant-level or above.
~Hollow~
(Unfortunately, I don't remember the many levels of Hollow, so I'll just list the basic jist of it...)
Hollow- (Look in Races.)
Menos Grande- A type of Hollow with emense power. There are different levels: the Gallian, an enormous Hollow that looks like a skyscraper wearing a pointy-nosed mask and a black sheet, the Adjuchas, large, somewhat beast-like Hollows with average intelligence, and the Vastro Lord, the stongest and most intelligent, with the most human-like form.
Arancaar- (Look in "Races".)
Espada- An Arancaar who, due to their sheer ability, has been placed amongst the upper circle. The highest level of Arancaar, and the most powerful, with the most human-like form.
Hollow King- A massive and powerful Hollow who rules Hueco Mundo with an iron fist.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 3:09 pm
This role-play is now officially open!!
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 1:02 pm
She couldn't believe it. She just couldn't. She was an Espada, for lord's sake! She didn't understand what drove her to defect, but something inside her, a strange, nagging emotion was telling her that it was a good idea. Someone, a shinigami, had told her that it was a concience. Maybe she did have a little bit of her humanity after all.
Running a hand through her black hair, she paced back and forth in in the silver warehouse that she had taken refuge in. They would never find her if she didn't want them to. She hoped. Her rapier hung at her side, the golden hilt winding and lovely. It was specifically formed to fit her hand. Her steps were quick, smooth. She had to thank that Shinigami for helping her, after she'd convinced him that she was not part of the Hollow King's army anymore. She wore a Shinigami uniform, specifically designed for a captain. It was a good thing that the scarf that they had given her hid the small white piece of bone that was on her neck. At least the true version of her mask didn't show unless she was using her Bankai- level release. She'd never used her Resurrección, nor did she actually plan to. If her Bankai-level release was as strong as it was, she was perfectly fine.
The dead body of a Shinigami sat in the corner. Oh yeah... She'd forgotten that she'd killed him after telling him everything. She didn't need her position given away, not yet. She walked over to him, her heeled boots tapping on the ground. Kneeling down and looking him in the eyes, she smiled. "Sorry about that, you know. Strictly buisness. I'll apologize to your family later. Just think about it! You died for a good cause! Even if you are a captain. Meh, they'll find another one," she told his dead body, a smirk on her face. She didn't care about him. Not at all. He was just another dead body in her quest to destroy the Hollow King. Maybe, if possible, she could convince the Shinigami that she was with them. The body'd have to be hidden though. Not much of a captain, she hadn't even released her Shikai.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 10:36 pm
He listened from the shadows of the warehouse with a slight grin forming on his face as he listened in on the new arrival making short work of the petty captain. Unimpressed at her ill use of power in smiting such a weak opponent he leaned against a crate, and sighed loudly enough to make his presence known. He just sat there wiping down his blade not even turning to face her. Not every day did a blind Vizard come this far in power, and if they did...they were greatly gifted. He smiled lightly as he continued to wipe his blade down. He had always been one to care for his zanpakutou, constantly sharpening its edge, and polishing it down after a battle. When he really got excited, he usually powdered down the blade to increase its effective slice radius.
"You know its not everyday that you hear of an Espada defecting from their own kind, but you know how it goes...times are changing."
He stepped quietly in the light with his blade drawn. Today he would test her abilities...tomorrow he would find a pattern...and on day three he would have her head. She would bring quite a fortune into his pocket if he vanquished one of the Espada...especially one whom murdered a captain.
"So your the one whose going to make me wealthier than the stinking nobles in soul society eh? I can live with that, but unfortunately you won't," he said as he pointed his blade directly at her.
His blade was actually quite the unique piece of hardware. About its handle it bore a chain in which he usually employed for a distance attack. No one has ever seen his blade's second form simply because they haven't lived long enough to see it.
"I've never fought an Espada before...I'm sure this'll be a bit more interesting than most of the other battles I've been in."
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 9:37 am
Ayka spun around, her hair whipping across her face. She smirked, able to tell that he was blind. Unsheathing her rapier, she twirled it between her fingers before allowing it to rest in her left hand. She moved with speed, not touching the ground, stopping behind him. Agility was on her side today. She probably wouldn't even use her other releases, anyway. "It's a fight you want? Pity, I'm quite tired... I'd rather rest, but, c'est la vie." she hissed, her eyes cold and dark. The striking violet that painted it turned to a near pitch black, a sign of how sadistic she could really become. Maybe she still had it in her to be an Espada. But she really couldn't return, considering. She remembered the hiss of the other Espada, a close friend of hers. He'd let her go, if only once, out of friendship. Traitor...
Her eyes scanned him over calmly, perceiving his strength. Blind... she mused silently, a frown creeping over her face, Ordinarily... But... He's quite... Hm... Maybe... Her silent musings stopped quickly, and she jumped back, going into a defensive stance. Now, she was concerned. He was strong, she could tell, and that meant that this was a fight she had no choice but participate in. However, she had an advantage. Poison. The blade of her rapier turned from a shining diamond to a dark purple. It was perfect. One cut, one slice, and she'd be able to finish him off quickly, within three minutes. Paralysis was a lovely addition.
"I must say, I've never fought a Vizard. This is a first for both of us, isn't it?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 5:42 pm
He only grinned as he daftly acted to be some poor blind man whom had no idea where she was. His dingy gray bangs drooped downward as if shielding his eyes from the terror known as sight. He chuckled a bit now as he turned towards her slightly sniffing the air. So he wasn't mistaken when he first glanced upon her blade's aura...poison. Blind at birth, he was quite the unique individual. In his teens he had discovered the ability to see distinct aura's of people and their zanpakutou, but alas, that was all he had been able to see. His strong sense of hearing, and smell took him the rest of the way. He smirked a bit when he noticed the chi between his opponent, and the blade she carried circulate to and fro.
"First off, I am former captain of the disbanded squad x, Satske Kuchigami, and second...I can see your blade's aura a mile away...poison is a rather cowardly act is it not?" he said as he walked forward well aware she was still behind him.
"Cowardly or not though, I can see your aura as well...and you're definitely holding back a large energy..." he grinned as the excitement began to rise within him..."I want it all!" he said as he let loose his blade forward towards the woman, releasing the handle, and gripping onto the chain.
Day one...a test of her abilities. Perhaps he was foolish for facing an Espada on a day such as this...especially when he was hired by soul society to hunt the rather large outbreak of hollows which had escaped their own world. Either way...he was sure to get more money in bringing in this piece of work.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 7:01 pm
"Coward? No, I don't think so. It has quite a few disadvantages, but, do I have a choice? My blade, in effect, chose me," Ayka hissed calmly. The poison on her sword seemed to have a life of its own, swirling around the thin blade. Ayka waited for an attack, her stance light, ready to move at any movement. She really hated this captain uniform. It was too billowy. Ah well, she would hae to deal with it. She had fought in an Espada uniform before, it didn't matter much to her. Her feet moved back and forth, waiting for a chance to allow her speed and agility to take over. The golden handle of the rapier closed around her wrist, ensuring that she would not let go of the blade.
When the blade flew at her, she lept back and to the side, showing slight surprise. His blade detatched! She realized that this battle would be quite different. She was a close-combat type of person, not long range. Maybe she would have to release her Shikai this time... Nonetheless, she wanted a good battle. She remained on the defensive, waiting for a chance to strike. Her blade would not be used... unless it was needed. "You want to see my full power? Pity, that won't be happening," she taunted, leaping onto a ledge created by a number of steel girders that were stacked upon one another. The smirk on her lips was sadistic. She watched his movements carefully. Even if he was blind, his sense of smell could be his downfall. But, she would not use that trick yet. It was much like her trump card, though, not her best one.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 8:32 pm
His smile seemed to widen as he brought the blade back to him, and without a moments notice was off in a dash towards his opponent. She was getting excited, and greatly underestimated him. He couldn't blame her though, he was after all blind, not to mention he didn't expect much for her either. These battles were exactly what he lived for. Life had lost all forms of excitement, and all that seemed to matter now was the good thrill of a fight...even if it meant to be his last. As he ran, his speed became greater, and greater until he was, but a blur. Finally he came to a halt, but instead of only himself standing before the steel girder, there were three versions of himself. They all seemed to chuckle, one's laugh a bit different than the other.
"My, my...it seems that its already over for you...pity really...I never even got to use the second form of my Zanpakutou, nor have I even dawned my mask."
He grinned as the three selves threw their blades in a similar fashion at the woman, each at different angles to make her chances of escape damn near futile. He wanted her to pull out all stops. Taunting was just his way of provoking the enemy to do what he most wanted. He was a peculiar boy at the young age of 12. Born originally within a noble family in soul society he was looked at in such high stature, although being blind did cause many disputes. His father secretly doubted in his ability to lead the family due to his weakness, and often avoided even being around him. Things grew worse when his mother was killed by a rogue hollow whom had inhabited his father's body. He was left listening to the gutwrenching screams of his family as everything he cared for in life was painstakingly taken away by the soul society and vowed to avenge them. That day he stood outside the gates of soul society for many days until a captain took him in under his wing. In a matter of days he found himself unmatched, and challenged his captain for leadership position and won. He became the leader of the Squad X, known for its precision in the field. Many years passed by...until that unfaithful day...but that in all was another story.
"C'mon, c'mon...stop toying about with me!"
"Yeah...you afraid of a little blind man?"
"Looks to me your afraid,"
He was actually counting on his opponent to become stronger...it would work to his advantage due to him being able to see her flow of energy within her body. A wise man once said, that to rely on just one sense was suicide...one must be ready to use another upon loss of the first.
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 9:29 pm
Time certainly had a way of changing a place. Looking out the window of the train compartment, she noted how a year away had changed the countryside almost beyond recognition. Then again, perhaps she truly was loosing her memory...the train rolled steadily along the tracks, leaving behind the rolling hills and wide empty skies as the train entered a forest.
With a darker background on the other side of the glass, she could see her reflection clearly. Her half mask was on the seat next to her; she didn't feel the need to wear it when she was alone. She already knew what lay beneath the sturdy black fabric. Sighing, she put a hand against the glass and marveled in how cool it already was to the touch having only been in the shade for half a minute.
Suddenly, she heard approaching footsteps in the passageway. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the shadow before she heard the soft knocking. "Enter." She said, almost positive that she knew who stood on the other side. Once the door slid open, she smiled knowing she had been right. It was a young man, apparently in his early twenties in appearance, with short dark blue hair and gray eyes. He entered, instantly dropping to his knees in a display of respect.
"Honestly Kouhai, you don't need to be so formal. It has been a while since we were in Soul Society..."
"My apologies, Captain Kokushibyou, I-"
"Again? My, my, you certainly are stubborn." She replied laughing. Turning her head to him, she allowed her hair to fall over the right side of her face as it usually did since she left it loose on that side. "Please, look at me." Kouhai raised his head, his cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment. For a moment she was silent before patting the seat across from her. "I could have never asked for a more loyal vice-captain."
She honestly couldn't. He had followed her faithfully during a time where she had been alone. Waiting until he sat down she took the time to put her mask back on. "So, you've come to tell me something? Or did you just miss me?" she asked coyly.
"I just wanted to inform you that we have almost reached our destination." he replied matter-of-factly, ignoring her joke.
"Oh good, I really want to stretch my legs after such a long ride, although I didn't mind the view." Then, moments later, as though to confirm what Kouhai had said, another man approached the door, knocked, and was called to enter.
"Mitsukai-hime, we will reach the station in five minutes. Please prepare for our departure." The suited man said with a bow before excusing herself. She frowned rolling her eyes.
"They're worse than you are. I honestly don't know when they picked up calling me princess..." Regardless, she started to get to her feet to grab her suitcase from the rack above her head only to find in already in the hands of Kouhai. She breathed heavily through her nose and sat back down, holding her head in her hand until they reached the station. Finally, they were returning to their home in the human world, the place she had been exiled to several years ago.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 8:59 am
Ayka hissed in response, parrying one of the swords, then dropping to her knees in an image of defeat. One of the swords had hit her in the arm. She gripped it tightly, allowing the blood flow to stop. The pain was minimal, nothing compared to beforehand. Her breath was calm, steady, as she listened to their talk. Fear. She knew what fear was. She'd delt with it all too much. It had torn her into pieces. But, she was stronger now. She wasn't a Hollow anymore. She was Espada. Or... she had been. She set her rapier in front of her, waiting for her chance. As they stopped talking, a sneer appeared on her face. "You talk to much. Why don't you shut up when you fight?" she taunted, lunging forward. She made one, smooth movement with her left arm, slicing at the three of them. The poison on her rapier flew off towards the three.
"I'm not afraid of you. Should I be? If I die, I die, right? Death is inevitable," Ayka hissed, landing behind them. The sleeve on her right arm was shredded, revealing a deep cut, though, it had stopped bleeding from pressure. She didn't mind at all. She moved back, away from his three clones, hoping, praying that the sword hit. She wanted to end this, quickly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 6:21 pm
All three of them were immediately struck by the poisoned blade...some more than others, but the original had taken quite the full frontal blow towards his abdomen. He could almost feel the toxin seep into his blood stream, and smirked spitting up a bit of blood. He wiped his lip, and smiled as he looked at the two clones of his dieing on the ground, and shook his head. Always considerably weak when he created them. Nothing to really worry about though...they were just his life line.
"Well...this leaves me with little time now...I suppose I should stop playing with you now that I know how potent your poison is," he said coughing a bit of blood up.
He slowly walked up to one of his clones, watching it wincing on the ground in pain, and plunged his blade into the torso of the first one on the right. Of course his clone screamed in agony, but soon calmed itself as it began to morph into pure energy, and travel up the blade into the originals body, sealing the wound he had already been inflicted. He looked at the other still on the ground as the clone looked back at him. The two nodded, and the original backed up a bit dusting himself off, and swearing as he ran his hand over his uniform. That was one of his many secrets, being able to clone himself, and convert said clone into pure spiritual energy for healing. He left his other clone there as an insurance plan.
"You torn my shirt...you should be proud of such an achievement. Now shall we finish this, or do you honestly insist on playing this little game of cat, and mouse, because personally I've got an agenda to keep, you know with all the hollows and what not escaping," he said softly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 7:06 pm
The smile on her face was unnerving. "Five... Four... Three... Two... One," she said calmly, allowing her sword to twirl in her fingers with each count, "Paralysis. That's my special poison. As for a fight, you started this. I'd rather not fight, but considering that you attacked me, I don't seem to have a choice. But, what if you let me go, hm? I can negate the effects that have frozen your arms and legs. So? You can still talk, you know." She waited calmly as if took effect, in the form of violet elctrical impulses on his arms and legs, efectively holding him still. She smiled, but then motioned to the dead captain in the corner.
"Or do you want to end up like the poor fool over there?" she continued, the laugh in her voice obvious. She was taunting him. He was a fool to go up against her, with all her strength. She'd only released her Bankai once, in a fight against an amazingly strong Shinigami. For the life of her, she could not remember his name, but his orange hair was quite a prominent memory. Even then, she'd let him go... One of the few human-like acts she'd done then... But, he was the reason for her to defect. Nonetheless, she was quite intrested in this blind Vizard. She'd let him go, anyway, no matter his choice, she'd rather not end up with too many bodies on her trail. The captain had been a threat, because of how loyal he was, but she didn't need to kill someone who wasn't classified as a Shinigami anymore. They probably wouldn't believe him.
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 9:51 pm
The train slowly came to a stop in the station. Kouhai got to his feet before she did and instantly went for the door, opening it and calling for a few of the men they were traveling with. There were 20 of them in all, and every single one of them acted as her body guards. They were mostly all human, though there were a few who, like Kouhai, had followed her when she left Soul Society.
Mitsukai allowed herself to be ushered out of her first class compartment by her shinigami guards, headed by Kouhai still holding her luggage. It was no use arguing with him, and even attempting to do so would waste precious time she could be spending back in her home. The platform was beginning to fill up, some looking for their family and friends aboard the train, others rushing off to their various destinations. And some had gathered behind her other body guards and were keeping anxious eyes on the exit to the train.
She drew back slightly. Her guards hadn't noticed and kept walking. Mitsukai had always been opposed to being caught in large crowds, especially those interested in her, ever since the time of her exile. They always appeared ominous, regardless if they were or not. With great stealth, she back traced and found an empty compartment whose window faced away from the platform. Carefully opening it, she climbed up onto the seat and with a nimble leap exited the train.
Landing on the tracks, she made her way towards the exit while keeping out of sight. "I still got it." she mused as she made it out onto the street, only to find that Kouhai was already standing there with his arms crossed, the rest of their entourage behind him.
"Did you really think I wasn't expecting you to try and sneak off?"
Mitsukai sighed. "No, I have more respect for you than that. But I wish you'd all stop treating me like I am under arrest." There was a palanquin waiting for her, which she reluctantly climbed into. Such extravagance again, especially such an obvious and out of place method of transport? Her shinigami guards lifted up the palanquin, the remaining guard stood to her left and Kouhai to her right. The rest of the guards stood before or behind her as they traveled away from the station, all the while receiving looks and whispers from onlookers.
The party traveled down the road and towards an apparently empty field. However as they neared a large Japanese palace seemed to pop up out of thin air. This was due to a powerful disguise charm Mitsukai had put on the land so that those with any spiritual power could see nothing there but barren land unless she allowed them to, like in the case of the shinigami and Kouhai. Normal humans, such as her body guards and the workers at the palace, could see it without any trouble.
Peaking out between the fabric curtains on Kouhai's side, she placed her head against his ear-to-ear to look at their destination. " Looks like we're finally home Kouhai..."
"We'll never be home until they realize their mistake and we can return to Soul Society." he replied solemnly, not bothering to move his head. She pulled back into the carriage and stared at him for a moment. He really thought that there was a chance they could return one day, and secretly she hoped he was right...
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