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| PinxieMelody | December 29, 2010, 9:07 am Post #1 |
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![]() “Alright, Monica, I’ll be back sometime later tonight.” Ashia said as she finished putting some other things into a black backpack. “You know how I am with these things, it’s hard to say how long I’ll be.” True, Monica hadn’t been with her for very long but it was enough to have learned how Ashia’s evening rituals went. Sometimes she’d be out for only an hour before returning home and, other times, it wouldn’t be until the early morning hours that Ashia would return home. After giving a quick wave over her shoulder, Ashia was out the door and heading up the road. No doubt, being a witch herself, the other girl would set out to do her own rituals, but Ashia had never asked the where or when of it. Then again, perhaps she had her own way of doing things. Really, it was a personal matter that she needn’t be nosy about, so she let Monica be about it. The girl was shy enough as it was; so no need to go putting her on the spot and making her clam up even more. If she wanted to talk about it, let her be the one to start it. Ashia took her time walking up the sidewalk to her usual destination when it came to her rituals. Luckily, she knew the owner of the building so she had access to the roof whenever she felt the desire to go up. Going into the hotel, she smiled and nodded to those behind the desk -- they’d learned who she was on sight, so they didn’t bother her now—as she passed by, going to the elevator. Taking it up to the top floor, she then took the remaining stairs up to the roof. A sigh escaped her as she moved into the quiet darkness of the night. Looking up, she smiled at the clear night sky and moved to the middle of the roof. Setting up things was quite automatic now, after years of habit and moving in the same patterns all this time. She set up her candles and drew the circle, settling in the inner circle. After cleansing the circle, she called each element into it, the strongest being her own element of Spirit. Several moments passed before Ashia totally relaxed, as she slid into a meditative state, and watched the clear sky above her. Edited by PinxieMelody, December 31, 2010, 6:36 am.
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| Drakedragon | December 29, 2010, 10:40 am Post #2 |
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This wasn't proving to be a good day for Michael Corton. He just got back the results from the latest history exam and they didn't look good. His grade in that class was starting to slip and it was a problem that nagged at him from the back of his mind almost constantly. To make matters worse, he realized he forgot to turn in a fairly major assignment for his geography class and the professor penalized late assignments pretty heavily. These two things on their own were enough to ruin his day, but then he had to find out that his car was starting to make noises that didn't sound at all comforting. At the very least, things improved when he got to work. The bookstore was usually pretty peaceful, so he had plenty of time to himself to clear his head and think. Of course, that proved difficult to do, as his problems continually hovered on the edge of his awareness. They were minor problems, sure, but that never stopped Michael from getting himself worked up over them. With a sharp frown, he leaned back in the chair behind the desk and took a deep breath. Settle down, Mike, settle down... He murmured to himself and looked out over the quiet store. It wasn't a huge place, so it tended to be a bit cramped, except for the two reading areas on either ends of the store. Every shelf was crammed full of books of all shapes and sizes and ages. The store manager had an odd way of organizing them, putting the more recent publications towards the front of the store and older books towards the back. It took Michael some time to get used to, but after that it proved to be a pretty easy job. Which was good, because with school he didn't want a job that would add any further stress. He spent several hours there before his shift ended and one of the others came to take his place at the register. On his way out, he grabbed one of the new books on medicinal herbs and walked back to his apartment complex. As he walked, he thought about how he might solve the predicament of his car. Taking it to the shop is the obvious solution, but my money's pretty tight... At least the solution to my grades is a little easier. I just need to study some more... Once he was back home, he strode through his clean, combined living room and kitchen. The place wasn't anything spectacular, the decorations were sparse if at all existent, but he had what he needed to live there comfortably. The only thing that might seem particularly odd to anyone visiting would be the surprising prevalence of maps and old books scattered about on shelves and in boxes. It was something of a hobby of his, collecting old maps and aging volumes. Walking to one shelf beside a large window, he moved aside a few rolled up maps stacked in front of a box and took it down, hefting it under his arm. With that in tow, he headed back out the door, took a look at his car, and decided to walk. Thankfully, the park wasn't too far from where he lived and it was pretty easy to find a spot where nobody would see him. People didn't tend to react well if they found out you practice magic. Michael's parents didn't. That was mainly why he was here, instead of a college or university closer to home. He didn't hold that against them though, there were after all a lot of bad stories surrounding the individuals that tended towards such things. Especially the kind of magic that witches and wizards used. The trip to the park was short and the falling sun made what would be an otherwise hot and muggy day mercifully cooler. By the time he there, there weren't many people around, which made it much easier to find a good spot to settle down. Still, it was better to be cautious, so he planted a few small crystals around the small clearing he'd chosen and muttered an incoherent incantation under his breath. At the end of his recitation, there was a quiet pop and he felt the magic take hold over the area he'd designated. Anyone that happened to walk into the clearing or look through the bushes into it would see an empty clearing. And if they attempted to enter it, they'd get the sudden urge to go elsewhere, the reasons extricated from the person's mind. It was a subtle kind of magic and it had taken Michael years of trial and error to finally get it right. Of course, that kind of came with the territory of being a self-taught magic-user. And it wasn't like books on the subject were very easy to find. Not the legitimate kind, anyway. The bogus kind were a Google search away. With that precaution set in place, the wizard opened up the box and started setting up the circle, using powder to mark out the shapes and patterns he needed. Rather than use candles, he grabbed from the box five crystals of different colors. And as he held the green crystal, he felt the energy he channeled into it respond to him much more strongly than the others. After everything was ready, he took his place in the circle's center, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and went into his usual meditation. Admittedly, it had been a while since he was able to do this, and it felt good. It helped him to relax and for a while at least, allowed him some escape from any problems he might otherwise be having. |
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| Nagato Yuki | December 30, 2010, 9:08 am Post #3 |
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A raven sat perched on the tree branch of a great oak, situated within the city park, the moon overhead casting its glow down upon its sleek black feathers. Within its eyes, the raven seemed to possess an eerily...human quality--as if there were far more to this bird than simply a raven. Of course, this was true, because the raven was not a raven at all. It was, as it happened, a young, very unusual young man named Jack Cowley. And as usual, Jack was...not in the best of moods. The stress of college life, combined with work and what could only be called a predisposition towards negativity was taking its toll on Jack. That day, he had come back to his apartment after getting a notification from his employer that Jack would have to be laid off after next month because the business no longer had enough money (Jack, in his stubborn anger, had promptly quit). When he returned it was to discover that his marks in his classes had fallen further. Though his test and exam marks were going fine, his assignment grade was dying quickly, and that only served to drag down his overall grade further and further. There was a notice that if he did not complete out-of-class assignments, he would have to drop his biology class. Jack began to think that perhaps he could not even manage to make it through college. Hoping that a flight in the night would help to clear his mind, Jack was disappointed to find that it did not do much. He still felt the impulse to rage and flare out his anger, but at the very least, as a raven, all he could really do was make a few annoying squawks and flap his wings furiously. His thoughts came to a sudden stop as he heard the sound of a pop--quiet, barely even there, but when the raven glanced around, there was nothing. Jack gave a shrug (or at least, tried to; the raven moved its wings rather awkwardly) and remained at the tree branch. |
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| Curiosity Calls | January 4, 2011, 7:15 pm Post #4 |
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"It's nighttime," Marie sang out loudly, "Time for my rituaaaaaaaaal. Oh yes, it is nighttime. And time to do maaaaaaaagic." The girl danced around her dorm room grabbing the various things she needed for her nightly ritual and singing a tune of her own creation. Her roommate was not in the dorm at the moment so she felt the freedom to belt her lungs out about anything and everything. Not that, if her roommate had been there, she would not have sung if the fancy struck her. Marie threw some candles, incense and her little BOS in her bag then went to the mirror to arrange her hair in some suitable look for walking through campus. Once ready, she headed out of her dorm and into the night. Marie walked swiftly through campus, her brown locks swinging across her back, brought into motion by her rhythmic steps. It had been a few days since she had done a ritual; she was glad that she had time enough for one tonight. College life was just so busy that she barely had time for herself. Either she had class, or homework, or a group project, or people in her dorm wanted her. Something always came up. But tonight she had time, and for that, she was glad. She stopped at the gate of the school's local student garden and hopped the fence. They closed off the place at night hoping to ward off people who were not students and assuming no student would be gardening in the dark. The fence was incredibly easy to hop though, even for someone as short as Marie was, so it was rather useless to lock the place. She sat down amongst some rose bushes and began to set up her altar. She let out deep breathes, calming herself and bringing herself into the beginning of her ritual. |
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| Neon | January 6, 2011, 3:43 am Post #5 |
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The hands on the clock crept around...but not nearly fast enough. The deserted movie store yawned in front of the counter, the lines of movies all staring each other down, as if a precursor to some great battle. There was the soft sound of a local jazz station in the background, lending a nice soothing sensation for the empty tension, though. Kisa gave a small groan as she leaned forward and set her forehead on the surface of the counter. Who knew that no one wanted to watch movies tonight? She could have been painting right now! In fact, she had almost been late to work earlier because she had wanted to try and finish up her latest piece...but, alas, she really didn't want to have to find another job. For all it was completely dead sometimes, it wasn't a bad job. She got discounts on movies...if she ever had time to watch any, and the people she worked with were actually pretty fun. Unfortunately, this was the late shift, she was all alone, and she was closing. And she still had an hour and a half left. Ugh. She grabbed the bottle of cleanser and washed the counter for the millionth time. Then, she looked through the new releases for the six millionth time. Then she made sure nothing was out of place for the...and so on and so on. Why did nothing happen during the late shift? A robbery! A passionate fight between a couple over a romantic comedy or an action flick! Anything! Trying to picture these, she wandered back to the counter, groaned, and leaned her forehead on it again. Ugh. |
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| Fenrir | January 10, 2011, 12:36 am Post #6 |
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"BREATHE! Let your energy flow through you. Feel it seeping into you from the air itself, from the earth beneath your feet. Imagine it flowing around your muscles and guiding them, lending you balance when you have none...." The voice of the master droned on, and Joren struggled to focus. His new-blood sparring partner, who was all gung-ho attitude and no substance, stood stock still, listening to the old man speak. Joren had heard this speech many times before, and, although it was inspiring, was getting bored of it. As the master commanded them to resume sparring, he turned to his partner, who immediately dropped into a fighting stance that he had, undoubtedly, learned in a different martial art. Joren smiled, then bent his knees slightly and rested his hands at roughly shoulder level, his outstretched fingers pointed towards his opponent. Begin. Later... He smiled, whipping his arms around to pop the joints and release tension, although nothing would be better than what he had planned for that night. Walking out of the dojo, he turned and started to walk the distance back to his dormitory. On his way back he stopped in at a couple stores, buying some basic supplies, such as bread, eggs, and frozen pizza. He walked the rest of the way home in silence, feeling content with life as usual. The long walk turned night into day, and as the first street lights came on he walked up to the door of his dorm apartment complex. Fishing a key out of his pocket, he let himself in, then proceeded to make the semi-arduous journey up the three flights of stairs. He let himself into his room, being careful to lock the door behind him, and proceeded to put his things away. He looked at his answering machine, which revealed that he had a call from a girl down the hallway asking if he had time to go over the notes from their History of Musical Theory class over lunch sometime. He laughed, shaking his head as he walked over to his balcony. Stepping outside, he leaned on the railing and sighed, looking out over the lights of the city before him. He looked up at the sky, and smiled; they could never understand. Turning and grabbing his key, he left the room, once again carefully locking it behind him. He jogged down the hallway, more than once diving into a handspring before continuing to run. He slowed down and dashed through a red door marked ROOF, then continued up the stairs, bursting out of the door and running at full speed towards the far edge of the roof. Faster....faster...faster....and then all urgency fell away, as did the ground, as he rose into the air. Of course, he was no longer the boy anyone would recognize as Joren Steele. The eagle flapped its wings and flew up into the air, higher and higher, then dove for the city again, pulling up and landing on a gargoyle on one of the higher skyscrapers. He resisted the urge to open his beak and scream his defiance of stress to the world, because he knew that birds his size and type were not meant to inhabit this part of the country. As he flapped his wings once again, and rose from the gargoyle, wheeling about in the sky, he could only think that there was nothing better than what he truly was.[/i] Edited by Fenrir, January 10, 2011, 12:36 am.
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| Requiem | January 12, 2011, 9:44 am Post #7 |
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A flash of copper fire flung in every which way - strands of chestnut hair licked along a pallid complexion that housed a pair of bright sapphire hues. Ebony lashes fluttered like fans, beating against that fair glow as if it were some distressed damsel in need of cooling. Vivianne Jane Winterfield danced swiftly around her apartment, gaze flickering from the left to right, scanning every inch of her small living room. She was attempting to locate the two key ingredients that she had wanted for that nights ritual: Her Sage bundle and Mother-of-pearl shell, ash bowl. Vivianne knew that White sage was normally used to cleanse a choice room however, she was wanting it for that night. She had been feeling a bit off lately, as if being watched and the burning scent of sage always seemed to calm her. She wasn’t sure if it was her simply being paranoid, or what have you, but the fact of the matter was, it was starting to bother her a bit more than comfort. She knelt now on her bedrooms chestnut wooden floor boards, bending forward and peering beneath her bed. It wasn’t unusual for prized possessions to be accidentally put under there. Over the two years of living in the third story apartment, she had always hidden favorite treasures whenever she had company, in rather odd places and somehow, always forgot exactly where she had placed them. Once, she had found her red velvet pouch, the one that held her onyx crystallized charm, inside the backing of her toilet. Now, it had been placed around her throat; draping comfortably and shielded by the cloth of her shirt. Outstretching an arm, she felt around underneath her mattress, palm pressed to the cool wood of the floor; fingertips crawling, feeling their way around. She felt the brush of something and wrapped her hand around the unknown object, pulling it. Alas she had found her mother-of-pearl shell bowl, but her sage had not been with it. With a disgruntled huff, she grasped the bowl, stood up and wondered back into her living room. She placed the bowl beside her messenger bag, which was crammed full of azure and ivory pillar candles, paired with a box of matches. She refused to use a lighter during her rituals, although had no issue with them when feeding her nicotine addiction. ”Cracccck.” Her body stilled, head turning slowly to the right as she held her breath. She listened. There was a thunderous sound of stomping, feet skittering acrossed her ceiling. “Damn neighbors” She said aloud, body suddenly moving back into it’s quick motion, she was set on a mission. It wasn’t long before she located her sage bundle, it had been sheathed within her dresser drawer beneath clothing. Plus side? Her clothing now smelled irresistible. Vivianne snagged her messenger bag, tossing in the bundle and shell and dashed out her door. She took the apartment stairs two at a time, her time was of the essence. Soon it would be time for her to begin her ritual, and after all, she mustn’t be late. --- Above her, the sky darkened and painted off in the horizon, were the fading remnants of the yellows, reds and oranges. She walked along a rotted field, making her way towards the path she had wondered upon ages ago. It had seemed as if a lifetime had passed, from the time she was searching her home for the White sage bundle, to how long it took her to walk to the abandoned farmers field. As she neared the pathway, her pace began to quicken. The nights air was lathered with anticipation and excitement. Etching her way down the shadowed cross way, she fought the urge to yell out in delight. Ritual time was when Vivianne Jane was at her strongest, yet weakest. Strongest, because she felt one with not only the elements, but with the sense of belonging. She felt as if she belonged to the world she had deemed was right. To the way she raised herself. She abandoned her parents’ way of life, a way that forbid any sort of open-mindedness. It was now as if she were a free spirit and this was the time she allowed herself to feel excited. Weakest, because she felt as if at any given moment, this world would shatter and she would wake up from a dream and find herself back in the trailer park, with her mother screaming at her once again for another thing she had done wrong. If it were a dream, she never wanted to wake. |
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| That Butler | January 19, 2011, 8:49 pm Post #8 |
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Over in the large horse field of a farm, Riffael Wilde was munching on a bale of hay by the barn. He came to this horse field each night after the owners went to sleep, and he was always gone before they came out to feed their horses in the morning. No doubt they'd be surprised if they saw a beautiful black stallion in their field. One that they certainly did not own. The horses they owned were all mares, not that Riffael had any interest in doing anything naughty with them. He didn't think that would go over so well. Though he appeared to be a horse, that didn't change the fact that he was still human. He snorted in irritation as a fat tabby cat sauntered its way out of the barn. That cat was very territorial, and he spent much of his time glaring at Riffael, as though daring the horse to shoo him back into the barn. Which Riffael often did, though tonight the cat was really standing his ground. That's what was so irritating. The fat feline was right next to him, looking up at him with those smug, holier-than-thou eyes. He hated it. After a bit of a staring contest between the two, Riffael turned and trotted away, heading to where the main group of mares were situated in the field. They had been sleeping before he approached them, but their ears twitched in his direction when he neared them. The first few nights he had done this, they'd made quite a fuss at the new horse in the field. But after a while they settled down and accepted him as part of the herd. It was nice to feel like he belonged somewhere. |
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| Kirakushi | January 29, 2011, 6:15 am Post #9 |
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The night was quite honestly rather boring, study study study all night and day long. It was rather monotonous for how things went, aside from his serpentine jaunts up onto a hot roof or coiling up on top of a warm computer. At first it had been difficult, coiling fourteen feet of living tissue into one compact little bundle so that it looked like nothing but well wrapped extra cord was REALLY difficult when you were new to it. Then again, it was learn fast or be caught by the roommate who was already squeamish to begin with. The guy was a gear head, jock, and part time gamer but he couldn't EVER keep from screaming like a little girl when it came to Kota's research specimen, even if they were itty bitty, cute, harmless green snakes. He LOVED coiling up with those little buggers under the heat lamp, they were just too cute not to like. The one time he knew for certain that his roommate could never know about his little...ability. OKAY so it wasn't so little, being able to shape shift into a hella long snake highly venomous snake isn't something normal. Point being is that when he'd dozed off a little too long under his heat lamp his roommate had returned with a girl and 'steathily', as much as possible for a massive slab of mobile beef, checked around. The blessing was that he'd covered the tank with a rather opaque cloth, trying his best not to look like he wanted to pee himself on the spot when Kota 'yawned' and displayed his fangs. It was a joke, on the other person's expense, but Kota had material for DAYS to bust his chops when he went into one of his macho tirades. This particular night he'd brought home a lovely female milk snake and had shifted himself and slithered into the tank with a couple large mice for them to share while he coiled up under the heat lamp, joined by her after a few moments of nervous sniffing and searching. She was peaceful enough, he didn't even want to even get in the tank with that angst filled rattle snake he'd brought home the other night, Kota didn't like the way it flicked his tongue at him, cocky little thing wouldn't stop rattling all night either until Kota shifted himself, wrapped all the way around the tank a few times and tried to bite through the glass. It stayed in the middle of the tank and was quite the whole night after that. This particular night though, he was cold no matter what he did, thankfully his friend had brought company but all the attention was off him so he could plug some headphones in and coil and curl up in as many of his spare blankets as he could. It wasn't like him to be anti-social but he just wanted to get warm. |
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| Judas | January 29, 2011, 6:22 am Post #10 |
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Sometimes I go out by myself, and I look across the water... Ooooooooh oh ohh And I think of all the things, of what you're doin' and in my head I paint a picture... The small blond girl sang loudly as steam from the hot water rose around her. She squirted a blob of shampoo into her hand and the air filled with the scent of lilacs. She danced around under the stream of water. Oh won't you come over.. stop makin' a fool out of me! Why don't you come on over.. Valerie... Valerie eee eee... Valerie... She finished the song as she finished rinsing her body, and Regina Vorhees turned off the water as she patted the wall, blindly searching for her towel, which she quickly found and wrapped around her small frame. A petite foot stepped out onto the lavender colored floor rug, leaving a small wet foot print as she stepped out of the bathroom and to her bedroom to get dressed. Still humming her favorite song, the blond girl threw on some old jeans and a white t-shirt with a large yellow daisy on it. She ran a brush through her hair and then collected the yellow strands into a sloppy bun and headed downstairs. She locked the door behind her and rested her left hand on the satchel hanging across her chest from her right shoulder. She took a deep breath and started her evening walk down the road, and into the woods. Her sneakers made soft slapping sounds against the pavement until it gave way to a small dirt path. She walked the same route she took every night at this time, with expert steps she knew where to step high over roots, and veer left away from thorn bushes. As she reached the river bank, she inhaled the inviting scent of the water at dusk, her favorite place in the world. Her eyes drifted shut and her lips curled into a smile. She took a small blanket out of her bag and spread it to sit on, and made herself comfortable. She folded her legs, indian style and focused her attention on the trees, they slowly began to sway with the new breeze pushing their leaves. The wind picked up and began to howl, whirling in circles, a light spray hit her face as the water rippled. She took a deep breath again and smiled as the wind circled her, golden tendrils blow in her face as the gusts freed her already loose ponytail. When she was finished, an hour or so later, she allowed herself to fall backward, looking up to the night sky she spoke quietly to herself.. pointing out the constellations she knew, and making a few up of her own. Her eyes slowly began to get heavy as the girl drifted off to sleep, like she had in that spot many times before. As quickly as she had fallen asleep, her body began to disappear.. Edited by Judas, January 29, 2011, 6:34 am.
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| PinxieMelody | March 8, 2011, 2:30 am Post #11 |
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As each witch activated their circles in a coincidental sequence, together they created a bigger circle of magic than they had anticipated, one they hadn't even noticed was being formed. As the greater circle was activated by the combination of their magic, each witch felt a sudden great surge of power within their elemental circles, which triggered a growth of magic in their key elements. As a result, the greater circle they formed around the city flared to life. There was something of a backwash of power that swept through the city. Normal humans would only see it as a sudden burst of wind, though the Guardians would sense the power behind it as their animal sides flared strongly in reaction to the magic. Those unaware of their forms suddenly took their shape, while those who were aware of it felt a shiver go through their forms. Following that flow of energy, a bond took form between both groups, Guardians were paired with their respective witches, and both felt the new connection, even if they didn't know why or what it was. As the bonds were forged, the magic of the greater circle flared once again, this time with a menacing aura of power. An evil that had long since been put to rest had now been reawakened, and he was well aware of those involved with his release. He alone knew the story of the past, so he alone knew what exactly had just transpired this night. Taking a deep breath as he rose from his long slumber, he smiled. Surprised by the power that surged through her circle, Aisha gasped aloud as she struggled to deal with the energy, and control it. It dispersed almost as quickly as it had formed, though, and the girl let out a breath as she fell to her knees. What had that been..? Once she had her senses back, the young woman quickly closed the circle, and gathered her things. Packing them into her bag, she left the rooftop to make her way home. That was about enough for one night's ritual.... |
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| Curiosity Calls | March 12, 2011, 1:37 am Post #12 |
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