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| Topic Started: Aug 21 2016, 12:05 AM (217 Views) | |
| StefanAnon | Aug 21 2016, 12:05 AM Post #1 |
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Morning exercise. That is what one would call jogging, using magic, or perhaps other- more decadent- activities that would take place in the morning. However, Jack had a much more different idea of a morning exercise, especially when he had gotten the hang of the way that people interacted in groups in towns and cities. Pickpocketing. It had taken him a long while to discern which groups were safe to be stolen from, and which were not, as he did not want to make a mistake and then to be brought back to the Hell that he had managed to escape. As such, he had bid his time, explored, learned, and finally concluded as to how group dynamics worked, and when specifically they could have been manipulated in order for him to gain his desired outcome. These findings were going far beyond anything that he had ever been taught by his trainer in the "Silent Arts", as they were called in the palace, but he had always known that he would have become far better than anyone in that God-forsaken place, one way or another. But, independence came with a price; and to be able to pay that price, one had to have the power to survive in the large world. Concepts such as intimacy, social norms, and morality had been taught to Jack, and he was perfectly aware of them and their complexities. However, he did not seem to be able to bring himself to care about all of the items presented in a strong enough fashion to stop his attempts at his own survival. What mattered most to the former slave was that he persevered, regardless of the consequences that others had to face. Such a sense of competition and desire for survival had been instilled unto him by his Master, Sir Rushinko, but had been further developed naturally as the teenager had to venture in the world by himself, using the skills that he had been taught as his only asset. During that morning, Jack had been sporting his usual attire, something that had not changed ever since the beginning of his travels. Regardless of all of the cities that he had travelled to, and all of the things that the male had experienced, he felt as if he were partially connected with the current items of clothing that he owned- as if they were a form of shield, guarding his identity and location from the ones that would want to persecute him most for deserting. The perfect way to hide was in plain sight after all. With a smile exposed at certain times, the teenager walked quickly through the streets of Magnolia, taking advantage of the fact that it was a crowded, light-hearted city, which was under the presumed protection of the Fairy Tail Guild, a guild renowned for its good deeds and its bad delivery. The fact that the streets were filled with people from all walks of life, with different interests, goals, and ways of interacting, meant that Jack not only had a challenge, but a multitude of targets that he could have chosen from. Regardless, he had to learn to take everything in a progressive manner, and not let his skill get to his head. Whilst he was improving, he had yet to become a master. He had started with a relatively easy mark, a young, heterosexual, couple that were walking hand in hand. They were preoccupied with the beautiful lights, the shops and the vendors, and with one another; disregarding every other sentient being surrounding them. As such, Jack simply walked past the couple, brushing past the male, as his fingers quickly entered his coat's pocket and extracted a piece of paper. It seemed to be of no worth, other than it had an address and a relatively provocative message written on it. A chuckle almost escaped the former slave, as he thought back to regarding the two as a couple. A light shake of the head followed as the male's hands squeezed the paper into a tight ball and allowed it to fall onto the ground. A few targets followed, all of which were successful, such as an old woman, a group of young men, and a shop vendor. All the items that were stolen were not of high value, as Jack did not have any need for any item that would not have benefited him, and he certainly did not want to indispose others greatly; without a good reason to do so. The following target was going to prove the most difficult one yet. His eyes set on a particular man, as he seemed to be dressed very sharp. The man wore a suit, made up of its usual components, such as trousers, vests, and blazers, but with a different colour palette than usual. Purple seemed to be the man's favourite colour, as his coat sported a purple lapel, and his white shirt contrasted a purple tie. Whilst all of these details were relevant in choosing a target based on apparent wealth and status, Jack had deemed this target worthy due to its extreme challenge- the man having a silver chain that secured his wallet. This time, he would have to give it his all. First of all, he set his path of motion to coincide, but oppose, the older male's. As soon as he did so, Jack's hands moved next to his body and accompanied his legs in the usual walking routine, his eyes opening wide and mimicking a sense of bafflement at was supposedly transpiring in front of him. A chuckle erupted from his lips, his eyes still looking away from the man that he knew was going to be in his proximity shortly. When the man was presumed to enter Jack's range of motion, the teenager looked in front of himself with an apparently genuine smile, brushing past the man in purple. As he did so, his fingers traced the silver chain ever so slightly, until they met the wallet. Instead of stealing the wallet, however, Jack's pointer nudged the inward side slightly, opening it enough for his middle finger to slide something from the opposing side, only to catch it between his pointer and middle finger afterwards as he kept on walking. A genuine smiled now laced the soon-to-be young adult's lips as he took a few steps forward before ceasing his movement and looking at the item that he had retrieved from the man in purple. |
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| Fairchild | Aug 21 2016, 05:00 AM Post #2 |
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Julian didn't often like being in Magnolia. It wasn't just the usual reasons for which he found himself wary of his surroundings... now it was compounded with being a member of Raven Tail. Magnolia was home to the infamous Fairy Tail Guild, which was just as often troublemakers as they were heroes. Well, saying they were heroes was perhaps giving them too much credit. Heroes generally didn't level large sections of Fiore in the process of bringing down the "bad guys". Of course, in the end, calling Raven Tail the bad guys wasn't necessarily an incorrect assertion. Still, he had plans in Magnolia, and he figured that sneaking some of his business under the nose of Fairy Tail's famed "Silver Streak" was worth the trouble of establishing a foothold into the pious little city. He was just lighting a cigarette when he got blindsided by some punk kid. The whole thing felt immediately familiar, but at the same time, incredibly foreign. It took him longer than it should have to realize what had just happened. Even after he realized, he mostly stood dumbfounded as he turned to look at the kid responsible for it. He wasn't sure what they had just made off with, but he knew a bump and lift when he saw it... or in this case, when he felt it. He quickly tugged on his chain, but his wallet followed shortly after, revealing that, at best, the pickpocket was unsuccessful. Still, he was quick to move on, just in case he had a partner lurking nearby. It wasn't uncommon for Julian to act as a diversion while Moreau moved in to complete the job. Instead, Julian focused on tracking down the whelp who dared to mess with a master. He brushed past a few more random passerby, shoving them aside as he gained on his new mark. He seemed to be somewhat new to the whole process, seeing as how the young man stopped suddenly, eyeing his new gain as Julian approached behind him. It was now that Julian finally got a look at what had been stolen from him. Ironically enough, it wasn't anything of any real value... but perhaps now, the young man would have an idea of the kind of trouble he was about to be in. It was Julian's membership card, of sorts: a VIP card for the Black Bird Casino. It wasn't a clear sign that Julian was a member of Raven Tail, but if the boy was familiar with the location, he would understand what it meant. "ello, there, boy." he whispered into the kid's ear, "I fink you've got sumfin' that belongs ta me." It was a phrase that was familiar to him, but in the heat of the moment, he hadn't realized why. It was the exact thing that Moreau had told him, upon their first meeting. Julian had been trying to ply his own trade when he met his mentor, fellow thief, James Moreau. When Julian heard it the first time, he had panicked, tried to run away... Maybe the boy would follow suit, unknowingly recreating Julian's own origins. Still, Julian figured that he wouldn't give the boy the chance, pressing the barrel of his gun into the small of the thief's back. "I fink it's best fer both of us that we head into that alley, yeah?" he breathed, "Lest things get a bit... messy." His voice was little more than a whisper, but at the same time, it was clear he meant business. He did his best to retain a neutral face, as any sign of a conflict was likely to send the sheepish Magnolians into a frenzy. If that were to happen, who knows what level of Fairy Tail mages were going to be attracted to the scuffle. As far as Julian was concerned, however, if the boy simply returned his VIP card, the matter would be done with, and both could go their separate ways... Assuming, of course, that the boy knew well enough to back down when he was met with an insurmountable obstacle... ((OoC: Julian isn't going to shoot if he doesn't have to... that being said, he probably won't shoot unless you decide to turn this altercation into a fight. If you run, he'd probably be inclined to chase after you instead. Still, it seems like a fairly reasonable approach for a Raven Tail Mobster to deal with the problems of a petty thief attempting to pick his pocket. On the other hand... If we want to force the two of them to work together... maybe a fight is exactly what we need to give them a common enemy?)) |
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| StefanAnon | Aug 21 2016, 04:36 PM Post #3 |
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Jack had just managed to pickpocket one of the hardest targets that he had ever encountered. Certainly, groups were difficult to steal from, but in order for one individual to be classified as a challenging target, they needed to possess intricate items, show a complex demeanour, and be imposing in one way or another. The purple man fit into these criteria, as the man's apparel and the way he carried himself on the streets of Magnolia indicated to Jack a vague sense of familiarity, and the man's item, the silver chain meant for securing his wallet into his permanent possession, showed precisely how much he valued his privacy and valuable items. Which was precisely why the former slave had even stopped after the theft had been successfully conducted; figuring that if the target was difficult and of a high profile, that the reward may have been significant. However, he was met with a peculiar object, one that he had not met to that date. One of Jack's hands raised the object between his fingertips, twisting and turning it in order to discern the black logo that had been imprinted on the rectangular card, whereas his other hand's thumb would occasionally brush against the black imprint, curiously wondering if there was anything special about the card at all. It only took a few seconds for the teenager to deem the retrieved item as insignificant, prompting him to throw it onto the floor; but, before he could act upon his thoughts, he was met with a situation that he had not encountered ever since his training stage in the Boscan Palace. A situation of life and death, where any mistake would have meant the young adult's peril at the hands of another. A whisper and an ominous presence was felt, prompting the teenager to freeze in his current location, his fingers tightening around the stolen item, and brought in front of his body as a way of guarding it. He had no use for the V.I.P. Card, and Jack's ego was not of such an outstanding nature as to keep items that he did not require, but reflex had kicked in and it had told him to minimise any form of proof that anyone might have of his mischievous deed. As the man behind him spoke, Jack felt the presence of a gun's barrel pressed against his back, causing him to intrinsically panic ever so slightly. It was not that he had not met situations such as this before, but every single time that he had, he knew that he had his master as a safety net. A safety net that was no longer present- not that the former slave would have ever regretted his treacherous departure, or the consequences that came along with it. For now, all that he had to do was to think quickly, and figure out a plan in order to escape the situation alive. As his ears picked up and analysed every word that the purple man spoke, Jack's mind tried to remember as many physical details as he could regarding the man that was now behind him, hoping that they might help in his escape. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind, which simply aided the soon-to-be young adult in realising that the only way to escape was through a thief's craft; an art that he had learned since he had been a child. As such, he allowed the man to speak before concocting a plan and acting upon it. "I don't think so." were the first words that were softly released by Jack's pale pink lips, a bit louder than the man's. He did not mean to be loud or appear obnoxious, but he certainly did not want to seem as if he had been overpowered or frightened by the altercation- that would have denoted weakness, something that he did not want to be seen as possessing. Whilst these words would have either seemed as brave or stupid, depending on one's perception of the situation, Jack believed that he was being as tactical and as intelligent as possible, aspects that were reflected in his following words. "We are in one of the most crowded places in Magnolia, the city renown for housing the guild of Fairy Tail.A guild made by strong and kind-hearted mages. The city's citizens are akin to the mages that they represent. Now, unless that gun is so magical that it is not only silent, but it also makes it seem that I am actually alive, you are not going to shoot anyone here- so I will not go into any dark alley with you to help you finish your own job. Also, any other sign of altercation will be picked up by these kind citizens, even in the midst of all the wonder that surrounds them." Jack spoke clearly and softly, smiling slightly as he looked at the people that passed him on their way to view the magical shows and speak to the enchanting merchants. He needed to keep up the illusion that there was no imminent possibility of death in order to ensure that nobody would intervene. After all, he himself had done something illegal, so the two would have both been in a precarious situation; one that he did not want to find himself in. And then, for the final act of his performance, the one that would have shown the traits that were necessary to become not only a great thief, but a great mage and powerful person. The former slave's body twisted around in order to face the man that had previously been behind him, his eyes meeting the gun before quickly inspecting the man from the bottom to the top, assessing him and his reaction to what he had just said. Regardless of what the purple man's reaction would have been, Jack needed to complete his performance to ensure his survival- that was, if the other criminal would have deemed him worthy of his life. The young adult's fingertips released the V.I.P. card, now held between his pointer and the middle finger, raising it up to the other man's visual level with a weak smirk. "I don't need it anyway. Take it." Jack spoke quietly, his small smirk remaining on his lips as he did. At this point, anything could have happened, and Jack could have only hoped that his performance and intellectual prowess were enough to convince the other man that his life had been worth sparing. The man in purple could have easily just shot him and left, depending on his power and views upon Fairy Tail and Magnolia in general, but he could have as easily taken the card and left. The former slave's heart pounded in his chest, anticipating the moment as tension escalated in a rapid manner. OOC
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| Fairchild | Aug 23 2016, 01:14 PM Post #4 |
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"I don't think so." Julian was a bit taken aback by that. There were a few reasons why the thief should have been so brazen, but given his appearance, Julian hadn't figured him to have the balls to talk back with a gun pointed into his spine. Upon hearing his reasoning, Julian couldn't help but let a smirk cross his face. This wasn't just some punk kid... Either he was a local, or he made sure to do his homework. That being said, the longer he talked with the boy, the more he was growing to respect him. So, when the boy twisted around to face him head-on, Julian decided to follow his advice. His weapon likely wouldn't kill the boy, but leaving him unconscious and likely laden with other people's valuables? Well... Julian didn't want to do that to a fellow thief. Instead, Julian simply took the card back with a smile and a nod. In the end, however, their meeting was far from inconspicuous, and more than a few people had slowed down to stare at the two men. Pulling away from the boy now would surely make his weapon visible for all the world to see, so instead, Julian doubled down, reaching his lacryma hand around the man's back, pulling him into a hearty embrace. As he pulled closer, he used the moment to slip his gun into his waistband, concealing the motion with the younger man's body. He patted him twice on the back before stepping back, allowing that hand to rest of the thief's shoulder, looking him over a moment before letting a smile break across his face. "Donnie, ye bastard!" he laughed, loud enough for any nosy-parker to hear, "Long time no see!" "So, how ya been? Wait. Dun' tell me. Dinna', yeah? My treat. There's a place 'round the bend there: pretty good pasta." Julian had always been a fan of this particular mode of "stealth". It was amazing how much strangeness a man will ignore if it's followed by jovial chit-chat. On the other hand, two shifty men part ways shiftily, it tends to leave a greater impression that the pair are up to no good. However, now the younger thief had a choice, join Julian for a bit of good food and wine, or simply go about his day like the interaction never happened. Julian knew this as well, and given how little they knew of each other, it stood to reason that the young thief would choose the second option. So, Julian had to sweeten the deal. He held the wallet up between his fingers, mirroring how Jack had returned the card just moments earlier. "No arguments, Don. I insist." he smirked, "Sides, ya gotta eat, yeah? So why not share a drink wif a kindred spirit, eh?" Julian made his way towards the restaurant, a small place with great big windows in front, advertising the mostly-empty establishment. True, they were more of a dinner place, but the combination of privacy with exposure made it a great place for meeting with a new prospect. It allowed both parties to feel safe, just as Jack had so cleverly explained regarding the crowded streets. Still, being sequestered away in a restaurant allowed them a greater freedom of conversation. Less curious looky-loos than you'd typically find on the street. Julian tucked the wallet into his breast coat pocket as he entered, casually tapping the sign above his head. He always enjoyed coming to this restaurant... They had locations all across Fiore. And while they weren't useful as a fence or a safehouse, Giordano's had always been a nice place for a Raven to get a cannoli. Edited by Fairchild, Aug 23 2016, 01:15 PM.
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| StefanAnon | Aug 24 2016, 02:03 PM Post #5 |
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What was going to happen? That was the question that reverberated inside the teenage criminal's mind over and over again, as if its intensity and dramatic nature increased with each passing moment. Jack had hoped that he had acted accordingly, and that he had deterred the other individual from killing him on the spot- but he could not have been certain. The man in purple definitely did not seem to be a common individual, which could have either been a positive or a negative indicator. He could have been positively different, perhaps another thief that would excuse Jack's theft upon him and sympathise with the youngster; or, he could have been negatively different, an armed criminal, prepared to use their gun at the first possible opportunity. There were way too many variables for Jack to prepare a plan for each and every one of them, so, as he held the card for the other man to take, he realised that he could not formulate a plan from that moment forward. For a man like the former slave, whom had been grown and taught to not only respect and follow plans, but also to create them in time of need, being placed in the position where a plan could simply not be created made him feel uneasy, as if he could not have prepared for what was bound to come next. Relief seemed to wash over Jack as he noticed the other man's facial expressions change into a smirk and then a smile as he took the card with a nod. It seemed that the amateur thief had managed to impress the purple man, either via his skill and his intellect, or via his boldness. Regardless of which, the thief was happy to have kept his life. However, the interaction had definitely not gone unnoticed by other pedestrians. The former slave could have heard small whispers about the interaction that had just occurred, as the corner of his eyes picked up concerned and questioning looks that were darted towards the two thieves. This was yet another situation that Jack knew he had to escape in a clever and inconspicuous way, but he was unable to do so without giving away at least one incriminating aspect regarding the event- the existence of the gun. If the former slave were to step away, the questioning individuals that had started to circle around the two criminals would have alerted the authorities at the sight of the lethal weapon, creating panic and mayhem. Whilst the panic would have helped Jack escape, any official representative of the Earthland knowing he was alive would have been a curse upon the teenager, as his former master and owner, Rushinko, would have soon learned of his location and found him. The thief could not have allowed that to happen, which was why he was attempting to come up with alternatives, when the unexpected occurred- he had been given a literal helping hand by the purple man, most likely in his attempt to save himself from the wrath of the Fairy Tail Guild. The following events took a while to clarify themselves into Jack's perception, as he had been pulled into a tight embrace, patted on the back and then greeted with another name as if the man in purple actually knew whom he was. It shortly became apparent that the man had used the momentum and the temporary closeness of their bodies to hide his weapon, proceeding to diffuse the situation by showing everyone else that the two men not only knew each other, but they were in fact great friends. A connoisseur of fake personalities, the teenager entered in the game that the other man had created, adopting the persona of Donnie, whilst attributing another temporary persona to the man in front of him. As such, a coarse laughter erupted from the teenager's throat, followed by a wide grin to show the familiarity between the two. His tonality had also shifted towards a more jovial, and yet powerful, octave. "Ay! If it ain't Crickity Richard!" The man deemed as Donnie cheered, his grin widening slightly as he spoke, only to revert to a simple smile for his following words. "Ye! I half thought you were dead! Got me worried." Jack cheerfully and jokingly stated, laughing loudly at his own words. He had not adopted such a persona until that point, but he had noticed how individuals seemed to act within inns and bars, and he deemed emulating such behaviour fitting for the current circumstances; especially given how the other man had initially greeted him. Just when Jack was preparing to leave, either at his own words, or at the other man's subtle indication that they were safe, another surprise seemed to arise. The man in purple had asked the teenager to join him for dinner at a place around the corner, guised as a method of catching up between the two long-lost friends. The soon-to-be young adult was as ready as he could have ever been to decline the invitation, but he had to consider the method in which he would have done so. If he were to decline abruptly, that would have only increased their follower's suspicions; but, if he were to decline due to other hypothetical circumstances, then his departure would have been justified and the teenager could have safely left. With the latter option chosen, Jack's lips parted in order to explain why he would not be able to join the other male for dinner, but, before he could speak one word, the other man held up a wallet that seemed oddly familiar. The smirk on the man's face, as well as Jack's recount of the events, helped the teenager realise that the wallet that the man was holding was actually his- an interesting turn of events that convinced Jack to join the other for dinner. Not because he wanted to regain his wallet, which was mostly empty as he preferred to store his items and coins inside of his jacket's inner pockets, but because the other man had proved himself to be a thief; which meant that the two were similar enough to form a possible alliance, or score a highly rewarding job. "Aye. Why the fuck not? Let's go, Dick!" Jack stated, this time with the excitement and vocabulary of the Donnie persona, but with the genuine interest of Jack himself. And so did their journey towards the establishment begin, deterring any potential whistleblowers from alerting the authorities. While their journey was short, no words were spoken between the two thieves, slightly raising Jack's suspicions that he might have been led into a trap. Regardless, there was no time left to second-guess himself and his choices, as he could have been shot if he were to attempt to run. Which was why he simply joined the other man and walked alongside him wherever he led. It seemed that they had arrived at the restaurant in an instant once they had reached their destination, Jack's eyes inspecting the building as they approached it. It seemed to be remote, and yet visited by individuals; luxurious, and yet respectful of those without too much financial capital to spare. It made for the perfect place to speak freely without the fear of someone interrupting or listening in to your conversations- which Jack had figured was the reason why the man in purple had brought him there. The teenage thief smiled weakly as he realised that this was going to be a positive interaction, releasing all of the tension that had built up inside of him up to that point. He was no longer worried for his life, at least not when it came to his kindred. "Nicely done out there." Jack mentioned in a casual manner as the two of the men entered the restaurant, waiting to be led to their table by the one which seemed to be accustomed to the establishment. |
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| Fairchild | Aug 26 2016, 05:02 AM Post #6 |
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Julian greeted the hostess with a smile and a wave, flashing the black card as he did. There was a flash of realization on her face, as she glanced towards another employee, as if asking for confirmation. They nodded in return, and so, the two were led to a secluded booth near the back of the restaurant, outfitted with two comfortable-looking seats cushioned by dull green pleather. As soon as Julian sat down, his smile was gone. Replacing it, an annoyed frown that Julian was starting to think of as his signature. He hadn't responded to Jack before, but now, he deigned it the perfect moment to really lean into the young man about this whole situation. "Crickety... Richard..." he scowled, "Really?" He casually tossed Jack's wallet to the thief; it slid to a stop at the edge of the polished wooden table. Julian readjusted himself in his seat, obviously not entirely comfortable with the weathered booth, before returning his gaze to the man he'd pickpocketed. He ran his fingers through his dishwater blond hair, combing it out of his face as most of the aggresive undertones shifted out of his expression. He let out a short sigh, the corner of his mouth turning ever so slightly, before finally getting to his point. "So... Workin' in Magnolia, eh? Int'restin' choice..." he mused. "And you chose ta pick from me... You expect me ta take that fer coincidence, do ya?" Julian waved off any sort of explanation that Jack might have. He didn't really care what the younger thief had to say on the matter. He was a liar by nature of his trade. Even if he told the truth, there was no way for Julian to be sure. Still, that didn't mean that Julian couldn't be civil... after all, that was why he'd decided on this meeting instead of an altercation in the first place. He leaned forward once more, this time resting his head on interlaced fingers. He took a moment to study the young man. He wasn't just studying his facial features, but for any sort of tick. He wanted to know if at any point the pickpocket became uncomfortable or nervous. After a moment more of sitting in silence, Julian started his enquiries anew. "So, you know what you've done today?" he probed. "You've robbed someone ya shouldn't've... You realize that?" He leaned back in his seat, mechanical fingers gently drumming on wood. Julian scratched at his head with his good hand, not really sure where he wanted the conversation to go. On one hand, he had half a mind to teach this kid a lesson: make him regret pickpocketing a Raven. On the other hand... Wasn't one of the tenets of Raven Tail to make other criminals join their ranks, or failing that, join the guild? Given the skill with which the young man had stolen his VIP card, Julian couldn't help but think he would be an asset to the Ravens. And what's more, Julian had been looking for someone to take under his wing, as of late... maybe this was just the kind of person he'd been looking to find? "So, you rob a thief, yeah? Not a good thing. Some of my friends, they prolly woulda just shot ya and skipped town." "But me? Well... I ain't like them. I'm... Sumfin of a talent scout, yeah?" "And I gotta say... I'm impressed by ya. But... who even is ya, bruv? You sure don't look like a Donnie." |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Apr 2 2017, 03:57 PM Post #7 |
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