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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Nov 13, 2017 18:46:42 GMT -8
The Stained FieldA traveler coming across this seemingly innocent field might find it to be a pleasant place to rest and picnic. However, any locals who knew the history of the field would steer well clear. A brutal battle took place on this field, many years ago. Nobody can remember exactly who the combatants were, but everyone knows that so much blood soaked into the ground that nothing could grow for years afterwards. A few months ago, a plethora of white flowers suddenly sprung up in the field, much to the confusion of the locals. They're not quite sure where they came from, but nobody really wants to pick one and find out.
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Treasa
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 26
Physical Description: Treasa is an intimidating woman with Amazonian proportions, standing at 6'6" in all and laden with muscle. Though in some ways Treasa is feminine, the thickness and roughness of her physique occasionally give way to mislead assumptions.
Atop her head is a dark rats nest of coarse, thick hair that sweeps her shoulders. Upon her tanned, leathery skin decorate a plethora of scars, some deep, most light. Despite all her flaws, the woman is rarely found without a smile on her face.
Clothes and Equipment: Atop a layer of various cloth is a set of armor that Treasa is never seen without. It is mismatched, some of it worn, some of it new, some made expensively and most of it cheap. One would not be wrong to assume the woman a scavenger.
She does have one item that started her on her journey as a traveler, and that is the large, claymore-like sword she hefts with little trouble. It has runes carved up and down the blade, allowing the woman to conjure explosive magic as she fights.
Player's online availability : On during most evenings
Registered: Nov 13, 2017 13:54:32 GMT -8
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Post by Treasa on Nov 13, 2017 19:06:57 GMT -8
Despite this, someone would stroll right into the field.
The feathery tips of her hair brushed her cheeks in the warm breeze that sailed past, like the calm of a lullaby. She tucked a hand between the hilt of a knife at her belt and her hip, letting it rest there lazily as she closed her eyes, breathing in the sweet-scented air. For just a moment, she was as light as the flowers at her feet, bending with the wind.
The idiom holds true, laughed the woman, lips lifting over her teeth. She was out of place in the field, much like a blemish on the face of a fair maiden, but the warrior went where she pleased. It certainly didn't seem as though many wanted to challenge someone with the countenance of a boulder, but with a smile as disarming as...
Well, as disarming as a flower field, hiding secrets from all but those who knew it well.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Nov 13, 2017 19:14:10 GMT -8
As she wandered through the field, a pleasant breeze would blow through. The flowers moved in the wind, bobbing gently back and forth in unison. It gave the impression of the surface of a lake, and would be almost hypnotizing as the flowers shifted. All of a sudden, however, the breeze became icy cold. Treasa would hear the clash of steel in the distance, a scream of pain, and the thump of a body on the ground...and then nothing. The breeze was nice and warm once more, and the sounds were gone. Had she imagined them? Perhaps...it seemed so calm, there couldn't possibly any sort of violence going on right now. A bird fluttered past, chirping sweetly and landing on Treasa's head.
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Treasa
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 26
Physical Description: Treasa is an intimidating woman with Amazonian proportions, standing at 6'6" in all and laden with muscle. Though in some ways Treasa is feminine, the thickness and roughness of her physique occasionally give way to mislead assumptions.
Atop her head is a dark rats nest of coarse, thick hair that sweeps her shoulders. Upon her tanned, leathery skin decorate a plethora of scars, some deep, most light. Despite all her flaws, the woman is rarely found without a smile on her face.
Clothes and Equipment: Atop a layer of various cloth is a set of armor that Treasa is never seen without. It is mismatched, some of it worn, some of it new, some made expensively and most of it cheap. One would not be wrong to assume the woman a scavenger.
She does have one item that started her on her journey as a traveler, and that is the large, claymore-like sword she hefts with little trouble. It has runes carved up and down the blade, allowing the woman to conjure explosive magic as she fights.
Player's online availability : On during most evenings
Registered: Nov 13, 2017 13:54:32 GMT -8
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Post by Treasa on Nov 13, 2017 19:21:21 GMT -8
No sooner had the frigid air hit the back of her neck did the woman draw her massive sword from its position on her back. Her eyes shot open and wide around her pupils, knuckles paling as her hands tightened on the hilt of her weapon.
Before she realized it, however, it was all gone. The warrior blinked in confusion, but kept stance, cautiously moving around the field.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Nov 13, 2017 19:40:41 GMT -8
The little blue bird tweeted and tittered, hopping about atop Treasa's head. The flowers released a sweet, cloying scent into the breeze, which would soon become overwhelming and less than pleasant. The air was thick with the smell of the flowers, and the bird fluttered away in search of fresher air.
Out of nowhere, Treasa would hear a thump and a clatter of steel plate behind her. Glancing back, she'd see an armored man lying on the ground, thrashing in agony. A long lance pierced straight through his breastplate, embedded in his chest. He choked and coughed, blood splattering from his mouth and staining the pretty white flowers a lurid shade of red. Spotting Treasa, he reached out a trembling hand to her, silently begging her for help.
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Treasa
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 26
Physical Description: Treasa is an intimidating woman with Amazonian proportions, standing at 6'6" in all and laden with muscle. Though in some ways Treasa is feminine, the thickness and roughness of her physique occasionally give way to mislead assumptions.
Atop her head is a dark rats nest of coarse, thick hair that sweeps her shoulders. Upon her tanned, leathery skin decorate a plethora of scars, some deep, most light. Despite all her flaws, the woman is rarely found without a smile on her face.
Clothes and Equipment: Atop a layer of various cloth is a set of armor that Treasa is never seen without. It is mismatched, some of it worn, some of it new, some made expensively and most of it cheap. One would not be wrong to assume the woman a scavenger.
She does have one item that started her on her journey as a traveler, and that is the large, claymore-like sword she hefts with little trouble. It has runes carved up and down the blade, allowing the woman to conjure explosive magic as she fights.
Player's online availability : On during most evenings
Registered: Nov 13, 2017 13:54:32 GMT -8
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Post by Treasa on Nov 13, 2017 19:46:04 GMT -8
Treasa tried to shake the bird off while keeping vigilant, though it was becoming quite a task. This, combined with the pungent scent of the flowers...
"What in the world..." mumbled the sellsword, lashing around to spot the fallen warrior. She lifted her eyes from him to scan the area, making sure it was safe to approach.
"Show yourself!" she bellowed, edging closer to the fallen fighter before her. She changed her stance, holding her large sword in one hand, acting as a shield for any unsuspecting attacks. Her other hand reached for the fighter's hand.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Nov 14, 2017 9:47:49 GMT -8
The man grabbed her hand, the metal gauntlet cold in Treasa's grasp. He pulled himself up to a sitting position, struggling against the weight of the lance in his chest. Coughing, he struggled to speak.
"H-help me...they're coming..."
The rest of his words would be drowned out by the sound of galloping hooves behind Treasa. The man's grip slipped as he raised his arm to protect himself, but if Treasa looked around to find the horse, she'd see nothing. When she glanced back down at the man, however, he was gone. The only sign that he'd been there would be the flowers, stained red with blood...only, they weren't stained red at all. Upon closer inspection, they were simply red flowers in a field of white.
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Treasa
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 26
Physical Description: Treasa is an intimidating woman with Amazonian proportions, standing at 6'6" in all and laden with muscle. Though in some ways Treasa is feminine, the thickness and roughness of her physique occasionally give way to mislead assumptions.
Atop her head is a dark rats nest of coarse, thick hair that sweeps her shoulders. Upon her tanned, leathery skin decorate a plethora of scars, some deep, most light. Despite all her flaws, the woman is rarely found without a smile on her face.
Clothes and Equipment: Atop a layer of various cloth is a set of armor that Treasa is never seen without. It is mismatched, some of it worn, some of it new, some made expensively and most of it cheap. One would not be wrong to assume the woman a scavenger.
She does have one item that started her on her journey as a traveler, and that is the large, claymore-like sword she hefts with little trouble. It has runes carved up and down the blade, allowing the woman to conjure explosive magic as she fights.
Player's online availability : On during most evenings
Registered: Nov 13, 2017 13:54:32 GMT -8
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Post by Treasa on Nov 14, 2017 13:07:33 GMT -8
The warrior crouched, eyebrows arched high. She was spooked.
That was hard to do.
"Yes. Well. Time to go," she mumbled to herself upon sight of the red flowers. "Can't swing a sword at ghosts. 'means I can't kill ghosts." She began to move purposefully out of the field. "Not fond of ghosts."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Nov 14, 2017 16:42:34 GMT -8
As the towering woman headed out of the field, she would suddenly feel a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she would see a rather odd figure indeed. It seemed to be a sort of man...at least, man-shaped. He wore odd purple robes, and a two-pointed hood that flopped ridiculously as he moved his head. More disturbing, however, was the fact that he wore a painted white mask. No eyes could be seen behind the mask, only a deep, impenetrable blackness. When he spoke, his voice was smooth and flat, devoid of any sort of emotion whatsoever. "Excuse me, ma'am. Where are you going in such a hurry? Why not sit down for a moment, take a rest? It's quite a pretty field, don't you think? So many flowers. I don't think I've ever seen so many white flowers in one place before, and I've seen quite a lot."
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Treasa
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 26
Physical Description: Treasa is an intimidating woman with Amazonian proportions, standing at 6'6" in all and laden with muscle. Though in some ways Treasa is feminine, the thickness and roughness of her physique occasionally give way to mislead assumptions.
Atop her head is a dark rats nest of coarse, thick hair that sweeps her shoulders. Upon her tanned, leathery skin decorate a plethora of scars, some deep, most light. Despite all her flaws, the woman is rarely found without a smile on her face.
Clothes and Equipment: Atop a layer of various cloth is a set of armor that Treasa is never seen without. It is mismatched, some of it worn, some of it new, some made expensively and most of it cheap. One would not be wrong to assume the woman a scavenger.
She does have one item that started her on her journey as a traveler, and that is the large, claymore-like sword she hefts with little trouble. It has runes carved up and down the blade, allowing the woman to conjure explosive magic as she fights.
Player's online availability : On during most evenings
Registered: Nov 13, 2017 13:54:32 GMT -8
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Post by Treasa on Nov 14, 2017 18:24:09 GMT -8
Treasa turned around with a speed surprising for her size, lifting the sword horizontally at her front. She hadn't heard a sound of this stranger's approach... just like with everything else.
"No. No thanks. Can't say I'm fond of it."
Fuck off
"What in the world are you? A ghost? A hallucination?"
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Nov 14, 2017 18:44:55 GMT -8
The masked figure let out an odd choking noise that could almost be a laugh, if it had any sort of feeling behind it. As it was, it would likely be a decidedly unpleasant noise. He cocked his head to one side, rather like a curious pigeon, causing his hood-points to flop and bounce.
"A hallucination? A ghost? Oh no, of course not. I'm just as real as you are, Treasa dear. Do you suffer from hallucinations often? That's not healthy, you know. Perhaps you've taken too many hits to the head, or eaten too many suspicious mushrooms...anyways, I'm not a hallucination. See?"
He reached out to pat Treasa on the cheek with a gloved hand.
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Treasa
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 26
Physical Description: Treasa is an intimidating woman with Amazonian proportions, standing at 6'6" in all and laden with muscle. Though in some ways Treasa is feminine, the thickness and roughness of her physique occasionally give way to mislead assumptions.
Atop her head is a dark rats nest of coarse, thick hair that sweeps her shoulders. Upon her tanned, leathery skin decorate a plethora of scars, some deep, most light. Despite all her flaws, the woman is rarely found without a smile on her face.
Clothes and Equipment: Atop a layer of various cloth is a set of armor that Treasa is never seen without. It is mismatched, some of it worn, some of it new, some made expensively and most of it cheap. One would not be wrong to assume the woman a scavenger.
She does have one item that started her on her journey as a traveler, and that is the large, claymore-like sword she hefts with little trouble. It has runes carved up and down the blade, allowing the woman to conjure explosive magic as she fights.
Player's online availability : On during most evenings
Registered: Nov 13, 2017 13:54:32 GMT -8
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Post by Treasa on Nov 14, 2017 18:51:42 GMT -8
It was intercepted swiftly with a smack before she clapped her hand back onto the hilt of her sword. She slid back for a long stride away from the creature. She didn't like being near it. That was strange for her, as the woman loved being in danger. The problem here was that she wasn't sure if she could fight this danger.
"If not those, then what? Why are you here? Don't you answer 'for the flowers' because that would be a lie. How do you know my name?" she asked with ferocity. She was gazing at the stranger with such intent, she almost didn't blink.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Nov 14, 2017 19:03:48 GMT -8
The stranger seemed unfazed by the woman's hostility, and drew back his hand. He reached into a pocket, arm vanishing far deeper than physically possible into his coat.
"Your name? Why, I'm not sure. You probably mentioned it at some point. People are always mumbling to themselves, you know. Half the time they don't even notice. Perhaps you said it then? I really don't recall where I heard it. Didn't you introduce yourself? I'm sure you did, it would be awfully rude not to. As for why I'm here...well, why are you here? I'm just taking a walk, and thought this place looked pretty. Still, I'm not here to pick flowers. Why would I do that? I've got my own."
He drew his arm out of his impossibly deep pocket, pulling out a brilliant bouquet of multicolored carnations. The vibrant flowers stood out like a sore thumb among all the white, and he offered the bouquet to her.
"Now, this is just a gift, so don't go getting the wrong idea. You may have lovely eyes, but I don't really think you're my type."
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Treasa
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 26
Physical Description: Treasa is an intimidating woman with Amazonian proportions, standing at 6'6" in all and laden with muscle. Though in some ways Treasa is feminine, the thickness and roughness of her physique occasionally give way to mislead assumptions.
Atop her head is a dark rats nest of coarse, thick hair that sweeps her shoulders. Upon her tanned, leathery skin decorate a plethora of scars, some deep, most light. Despite all her flaws, the woman is rarely found without a smile on her face.
Clothes and Equipment: Atop a layer of various cloth is a set of armor that Treasa is never seen without. It is mismatched, some of it worn, some of it new, some made expensively and most of it cheap. One would not be wrong to assume the woman a scavenger.
She does have one item that started her on her journey as a traveler, and that is the large, claymore-like sword she hefts with little trouble. It has runes carved up and down the blade, allowing the woman to conjure explosive magic as she fights.
Player's online availability : On during most evenings
Registered: Nov 13, 2017 13:54:32 GMT -8
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Post by Treasa on Nov 14, 2017 19:16:35 GMT -8
Treasa raised a very arched, very suspicious eyebrow. "You are absolutely mad if you think I'm taking those flowers," she stated simply. That being said, she began to back away from the figure again. She was not going to stay there any longer, but she refused to take her eyes off of him, too. She had this crazy image of him running at nightmare speed towards her the second the turned her back, thus, she walked backwards.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Nov 14, 2017 19:34:41 GMT -8
Unperturbed by Treasa's refusal, the figure began to follow her. His steps were in perfect synchronization with hers, each foot falling on the ground at the exact instant that hers did. As he walked, he carried on talking as though nothing were wrong, upper body as stiff as if he weren't moving at all.
"Are you walking to a picnic? A tea party, perhaps? I've always been fond of tea parties. I do so love tea. Wouldn't this field be just the perfect place for a tea party? By the way, why are you walking backwards? That's awfully dangerous, you know. You could trip and fall, or something could run into you...you really ought to look where you're going."
As he said this, Treasa would hear a horse galloping towards her once more, heading straight at her back.
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Treasa
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 26
Physical Description: Treasa is an intimidating woman with Amazonian proportions, standing at 6'6" in all and laden with muscle. Though in some ways Treasa is feminine, the thickness and roughness of her physique occasionally give way to mislead assumptions.
Atop her head is a dark rats nest of coarse, thick hair that sweeps her shoulders. Upon her tanned, leathery skin decorate a plethora of scars, some deep, most light. Despite all her flaws, the woman is rarely found without a smile on her face.
Clothes and Equipment: Atop a layer of various cloth is a set of armor that Treasa is never seen without. It is mismatched, some of it worn, some of it new, some made expensively and most of it cheap. One would not be wrong to assume the woman a scavenger.
She does have one item that started her on her journey as a traveler, and that is the large, claymore-like sword she hefts with little trouble. It has runes carved up and down the blade, allowing the woman to conjure explosive magic as she fights.
Player's online availability : On during most evenings
Registered: Nov 13, 2017 13:54:32 GMT -8
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Post by Treasa on Nov 14, 2017 19:55:28 GMT -8
"No, no, no. You're not following me. You're going to go do whatever it is that you do that doesn't include me. Understood? Yeah?" She stopped abruptly at the sound of the horse's hooves. Before Treasa could even think she wasn't going to fall for that trick again, she absolutely did, and tried to throw herself to the right to avoid the incoming, galloping horse
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Nov 14, 2017 20:01:44 GMT -8
It was a good thing that she did, as the horse blazed right past her and wheeled around to come back. When she looked up from her dive, she would see a massive warhorse in shining armor, stomping and rearing just inches from her head. The masked man sat awkwardly on top of it, looking rather ridiculous in the saddle. How had he possibly gotten onto it? The horse hadn't stopped, and she'd only looked away for a second...
"Will you look at that, it's a horse. I wonder who it belongs to. Hopefully nobody important, although judging by the armor, I think it might be. Do you like horses? I've never been very fond. Also, you've got very pretty eyes, even if they're not the sharpest. Would you consider selling one? I'd pay a very fair price."
He hopped off the horse, feeding it a sugar cube from within the depths of his seemingly endless pocket.
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Treasa
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 26
Physical Description: Treasa is an intimidating woman with Amazonian proportions, standing at 6'6" in all and laden with muscle. Though in some ways Treasa is feminine, the thickness and roughness of her physique occasionally give way to mislead assumptions.
Atop her head is a dark rats nest of coarse, thick hair that sweeps her shoulders. Upon her tanned, leathery skin decorate a plethora of scars, some deep, most light. Despite all her flaws, the woman is rarely found without a smile on her face.
Clothes and Equipment: Atop a layer of various cloth is a set of armor that Treasa is never seen without. It is mismatched, some of it worn, some of it new, some made expensively and most of it cheap. One would not be wrong to assume the woman a scavenger.
She does have one item that started her on her journey as a traveler, and that is the large, claymore-like sword she hefts with little trouble. It has runes carved up and down the blade, allowing the woman to conjure explosive magic as she fights.
Player's online availability : On during most evenings
Registered: Nov 13, 2017 13:54:32 GMT -8
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Post by Treasa on Nov 14, 2017 20:13:53 GMT -8
Treasa felt an inkling of rage boil from the fires of her impatience. She tried to swallow it down. She was not in a position to lose her temper!
As much as she hated to admit, she doubted she would blunt force her way out of this situation.
"You're awfully fascinated with eyes," she commented. "Are you... Are you a sorcerer? And why mine? Am I the only lost soul you've found to proposition out here at the moment?"
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Nov 15, 2017 13:30:22 GMT -8
The masked man let out his odd choking chuckle again, giving the horse a pat on the nose. The beast neighed, and wandered off away from the pair. Waving to the animal as it left, the man turned back to Treasa.
"A sorcerer? Why, I wouldn't go so far as to say that. I'm just...a salesman, if you would. A merchant. I sell glass eyes, you see. Would you like to see them? Of course you would, who wouldn't. Here, look at this."
He reached into his endless pocket once more, pulling out a wooden case that was definitely far too large to fit inside his coat. It opened with a click, and Treasa would suddenly find herself being stared at by dozens of flawlessly crafted glass eyeballs. Each eye had a small socket inset in the case so that they wouldn't roll around. The eyes swiveled in their places, watching Treasa as she moved around.
"I'm quite the perfectionist, you see. I'm rather adept at making eyes, but I'm not so good at imagining them. I use real eyes as the models, and I can never make the same one twice. Your eyes...there's a flame behind them that I'm quite fond of. I'd love to recreate that, if you'd be so kind as to sell one. You'd be well-compensated, of course."
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Treasa
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 26
Physical Description: Treasa is an intimidating woman with Amazonian proportions, standing at 6'6" in all and laden with muscle. Though in some ways Treasa is feminine, the thickness and roughness of her physique occasionally give way to mislead assumptions.
Atop her head is a dark rats nest of coarse, thick hair that sweeps her shoulders. Upon her tanned, leathery skin decorate a plethora of scars, some deep, most light. Despite all her flaws, the woman is rarely found without a smile on her face.
Clothes and Equipment: Atop a layer of various cloth is a set of armor that Treasa is never seen without. It is mismatched, some of it worn, some of it new, some made expensively and most of it cheap. One would not be wrong to assume the woman a scavenger.
She does have one item that started her on her journey as a traveler, and that is the large, claymore-like sword she hefts with little trouble. It has runes carved up and down the blade, allowing the woman to conjure explosive magic as she fights.
Player's online availability : On during most evenings
Registered: Nov 13, 2017 13:54:32 GMT -8
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Post by Treasa on Nov 20, 2017 16:03:56 GMT -8
"And if I refuse?" Treasa countered, grip tightening around the sword's hilt. No, this man was no simple collector, nor was he just a sorcerer. Perhaps, the woman thought, he was a demon or a djinn. She had known many a fool who made deals with those foul beings, trading something as important as their eyes for power or money. Even if hers were trying to deceive her now, she decided very much that she would be keeping them.
"You have nothing to give me in return, mage. I would drop the offer if I were you."
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