Lilith:
Lilith steps into this quaint bar once again; Maz'goth needed to quench his thirst. She conjures her child. "Maz'Goth, join me and set down the severed heads neatly in the corner and have a seat."
Maz'Goth:
Maz'Goth was summoned by Lilth while he stood beside her. He placed the skulls in the corner, his crimson skin glistening in the dim light of the tavern. Afterward, he addressed her with a few words, saying, "Yes, Mistress..." He glanced at Ami, recalling her past actions. Anger still simmered within him over what she had done to him.
Blaze:
Lilith looks up and takes Maz'Goth's chin. "Look at me. You have savaged many in my name; time to sit and quench your thirst. Lilith looks for Blaze.
"Where is that Blaze?"
Maz'Goth:
He felt her hold his chin as he looked down at her, towering over her. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, longing for Blaze. "Blaze...?" he said when he saw a pink-haired man walk in. It was Blaze. He had just enjoyed a nice date with Basil but now found himself caught between a rock and a hard place.
Blaze:
"Who are you?" Blaze asked the woman, glancing at the towering demon beside her. "You again? Where the hell is Lucien?" he questioned coldly, aware that they weren't together. "By the way, my name’s Blaze," he added, realizing it would be rude not to share his name, even though she likely already knew it.
Lilith:
Lilith's eyes grin at the Blaze. "Ah! There you are! My child needs a drink; he's very thirsty and very sensitive." She sits MazGoth down next to her and caresses his face.
Her eyes back on Blaze, "Please, dear, blood in a large glass for him, any blood, he's a good drinker. I will have a smaller glass of virgin blood."
Lilith tilts her head. "Please join us..."
Blaze:
Blaze felt a bit put out by being ordered around, but he was the other bartender working there. "Alright, so you want blood, is it?" he asked, unsure about the blood part. "Let me grab the blood first, and then we'll see if I want to sit next to that... thing," he said before disappearing into the back.
Maz'Goth:
Maz'Goth looked directly at Blaze as he grunted, but when she calmed him, he obediently sat down at her command, keeping a watchful eye on Blaze. He felt a sense of tranquility from her gentle caress on his face, allowing him to focus more on his mistress than on Blaze.
Blaze returned with chalices filled with blood and set them down for both of them. Reluctantly, he joined them at the table and turned his attention to Lilith. "So, lady, what's your name? I might not have caught it before," he said calmly, his eyes fixed on her. He realized he knew very little about her, including the fact that she shared qualities with Maz'Goth and Lucien.
Lilith:
"Alright, dear. Don't worry about Maz'Goth; you can sit by me. He won't reach past his mother... He's very obedient."
Lilith shifts her attention to Maz'Goth, "Maz, you will be gifted all the blood tonight for the work you have done in my name. The villagers will think twice before they sacrifice women at the stake. I find that barbaric." She thinks, "Their entrails can be yours for decorations. Enjoy them..." she waggles her brows.
Blaze:
"I'll take your word for it," he said, sitting down next to Lilith. "Down, Boy..." he added in a mocking tone to Maz'Goth. He listened to her speak to Maz'Goth, feeling shivers run down his spine. Enthralls? he thought to himself as he glanced at the chalices filled with blood. He understood that getting on her bad side would be unwise.
Maz'Goth:
Maz'Goth was thrilled to learn that he would finally get all the blood he desired that night. “They will pay…” he said tersely, clenching his fist so tightly that his nails nearly dug into his palm. “Enthralls…” he continued, his excitement growing at the thought of using them as decorations back in Hell. A toothy grin spread across his face as he looked down at Lilith, even while seated.
Ami arrived at the bar, her gaze fixed on Blaze and the unfamiliar woman beside him. While she recognized Maz'Goth, she had no idea who the other woman was. As she took a seat in a chair, she lowered her bolter beside her and absently studied the stranger. Her own raven-colored hair flowed beneath her halo. "By the Emperor, who are you?" she asked, turning her attention to the woman. Then she looked at Blaze and added, "Recaf, please?"
Ami Greystorm wrote:
Ami arrived at the bar, her gaze fixed on Blaze and the unfamiliar woman beside him. While she recognized Maz'Goth, she had no idea who the other woman was. As she took a seat in a chair, she lowered her bolter beside her and absently studied the stranger. Her own raven-colored hair flowed beneath her halo. "By the Emperor, who are you?" she asked, turning her attention to the woman. Then she looked at Blaze and added, "Recaf, please?"
Lilith peers past Maz and hears the young woman's voice. "Who's the emperor, dear?" Lilith turns her head right and left. "I don't see any signs of great power or even childish-level magic." Nonchalantly, she introduces herself.
"My name is Lilith. You've met my child, Maz'goth." Her eyes on Blaze, "The drink servant, Blaze. He's quite good at serving. I am sure you know him."
Lilith's finger curls and sparks a spell; Ami's small table and chair glide across the floor and join Lilith's table. "Join us. You might as well. I dislike yelling across the room."
Maz'Goth grunted in response to Ami's words. He knew her all too well, as well as the weapon she wielded—one that had nearly punctured his tough skin not long ago. "You..." he started, wanting to sit up and face Ami. Deep down, he wanted to rip her apart, but he held back, aware that provoking Lilith wasn't a wise move, especially since Ami was their guest. This Ami seemed different, carrying an air of power that suggested she was both herself and something more.
Blaze recognized who Ami was. He had seen her before, but her appearance was strikingly different now. "You aren't Ami... You're definitely someone else," he said, turning his gaze toward Lilith. He understood the significance of the Emperor; while Lilith was a Goddess, the Emperor was a deity of their universe. He could sense the intense stares coming from both women.
Ami listened intently to everyone, particularly the woman sitting next to Maz'Goth and Blaze. Being questioned about the identity of the Emperor felt like a slight insult to her, but she bit her tongue for the moment. As she glanced at Blaze, who had remarked that she looked different, her gaze turned cold, her expression as hard as steel. The halo above her head radiated with intensity.
As various individuals were introduced to her, she learned the woman's name before her. Thoughts of Blaze and Maz'Goth swirled in her mind. "Nice to meet you, Lilith. My name is Ami Greystorm," she said, directing her attention to Lilith. Continuing, she added, "I know Maz'Goth..." She slightly lifted her weapon before lowering it again. "He knows what this is. And as for Blaze, I know him too. He hails from my universe—a man of mystery," she remarked coolly, sensing an unusual energy emanating from Lilith.
After a moment's hesitation, Ami approached the table and chair that had been moved closer to the trio. "I generally dislike yelling," she stated coldly as she sat down. "What do you want from me?" she asked, aware that she had been summoned for a specific purpose. Her demeanor was as icy as her raven-black hair, and her eerily purple eyes locked onto Lilith's.
As various individuals were introduced to her, she learned the woman's name before her. Thoughts of Blaze and Maz'Goth swirled in her mind. "Nice to meet you, Lilith. My name is Ami Greystorm," she said, directing her attention to Lilith. Continuing, she added, "I know Maz'Goth..." She slightly lifted her weapon before lowering it again. "He knows what this is. And as for Blaze, I know him too. He hails from my universe—a man of mystery," she remarked coolly, sensing an unusual energy emanating from Lilith.
After a moment's hesitation, Ami approached the table and chair that had been moved closer to the trio. "I generally dislike yelling," she stated coldly as she sat down. "What do you want from me?" she asked, aware that she had been summoned for a specific purpose. Her demeanor was as icy as her raven-black hair, and her eerily purple eyes locked onto Lilith's.
Ami Greystorm wrote:
Ami listened intently to everyone, particularly the woman sitting next to Maz'Goth and Blaze. Being questioned about the identity of the Emperor felt like a slight insult to her, but she bit her tongue for the moment. As she glanced at Blaze, who had remarked that she looked different, her gaze turned cold, her expression as hard as steel. The halo above her head radiated with intensity.
As various individuals were introduced to her, she learned the woman's name before her. Thoughts of Blaze and Maz'Goth swirled in her mind. "Nice to meet you, Lilith. My name is Ami Greystorm," she said, directing her attention to Lilith. Continuing, she added, "I know Maz'Goth..." She slightly lifted her weapon before lowering it again. "He knows what this is. And as for Blaze, I know him too. He hails from my universe—a man of mystery," she remarked coolly, sensing an unusual energy emanating from Lilith.
After a moment's hesitation, Ami approached the table and chair that had been moved closer to the trio. "I generally dislike yelling," she stated coldly as she sat down. "What do you want from me?" she asked, aware that she had been summoned for a specific purpose. Her demeanor was as icy as her raven-black hair, and her eerily purple eyes locked onto Lilith's.
As various individuals were introduced to her, she learned the woman's name before her. Thoughts of Blaze and Maz'Goth swirled in her mind. "Nice to meet you, Lilith. My name is Ami Greystorm," she said, directing her attention to Lilith. Continuing, she added, "I know Maz'Goth..." She slightly lifted her weapon before lowering it again. "He knows what this is. And as for Blaze, I know him too. He hails from my universe—a man of mystery," she remarked coolly, sensing an unusual energy emanating from Lilith.
After a moment's hesitation, Ami approached the table and chair that had been moved closer to the trio. "I generally dislike yelling," she stated coldly as she sat down. "What do you want from me?" she asked, aware that she had been summoned for a specific purpose. Her demeanor was as icy as her raven-black hair, and her eerily purple eyes locked onto Lilith's.
Hearing Ami, Lilith looks at Maz'Goth and Blaze, in case they have comments, and then back at Ami. "Well, nothing, dear. I am enjoying some down time for my child. He's very rambunctious, and he requires drinks." She pats Maz's arm.
"I have many children, and I live on Earth; that is my home. The bloodline that flows into that population has some connection to me. You see, I was born a human. But I was required to be more, to help many women in my universe to combat the corruption of men." Lilith does not trust men because they are weak in her experience and filled with temptation that eventually enslaves women.
Talia uses a portal and steps into this universe, which is off the radar; she needed a break and a drink.
She takes in the very colorful gothic bar, and she can sense very strange patrons having a long chat. She approaches the bar, wondering where the bartender is.
Maz'Goth could only gaze at Lilith with a mix of curiosity before turning his attention back to Ami. He could tell that she had changed; there was an air about her that felt different than before. While he had little to offer to Lilith, as he had been more focused on Ami, he couldn't forget that he was one of Lilith's children, given his origins. Even though she lived on Earth, he resided in one of the rings of Hell.
He noticed a newcomer emerging from a random portal as he remained quiet, sitting close to Lilith. The newcomer seemed unusual, but Maz'Goth dismissed the feeling. Maz'Goth's appearance might either invoke fear in the woman or trigger some hidden response due to how he looked.
He noticed a newcomer emerging from a random portal as he remained quiet, sitting close to Lilith. The newcomer seemed unusual, but Maz'Goth dismissed the feeling. Maz'Goth's appearance might either invoke fear in the woman or trigger some hidden response due to how he looked.
Blaze remained silent as he listened to Ami. He wasn’t offended by her dislike of men; in his line of work, he had learned to expect little to no love. At least, that's what he told himself. He had nothing to do until a woman suddenly appeared through a portal.
"Ma'am, welcome to this tavern. I am the bartender for the time being. Would you like something to drink?" he asked, eager to do something instead of just sitting there idly.
"Ma'am, welcome to this tavern. I am the bartender for the time being. Would you like something to drink?" he asked, eager to do something instead of just sitting there idly.
Ami sat there, listening to Lilith explain the concept of downtime. For Ami, however, downtime felt like a luxury she had never experienced; it seemed to be forced upon her. "Drinks..." she repeated, contemplating what to say next. Thoughts of giving Maz'Goth a beating raced through her mind, but she held her tongue, knowing that Maz'Goth was Lilith's pet.
"Corruption of men?" Ami asked, absorbing everything Lilith was discussing. "Then you and I may have something in common." She noted that Lilith appeared to distrust the corruption of men—at least some of them. "I assume that if I needed your assistance, you would come to my aid?" she inquired, her cold eyes revealing a hint of skepticism. A nagging feeling told her that Lilith was hiding something. "Once again, why was I summoned? Is it because I am a strong woman? Is that why I am here?" Ami pressed for more information.
Before she could consider anything further, a figure suddenly emerged from a portal. Did she recognize this person? Probably not. She stared at the newcomer, pondering her presence. Was she here for the same reason? Although Ami felt she didn’t belong to either universe, she could navigate them without issue. "My name is Ami Greystorm," she introduced herself to the woman who had just appeared, not wanting to come off as rude.
"Corruption of men?" Ami asked, absorbing everything Lilith was discussing. "Then you and I may have something in common." She noted that Lilith appeared to distrust the corruption of men—at least some of them. "I assume that if I needed your assistance, you would come to my aid?" she inquired, her cold eyes revealing a hint of skepticism. A nagging feeling told her that Lilith was hiding something. "Once again, why was I summoned? Is it because I am a strong woman? Is that why I am here?" Ami pressed for more information.
Before she could consider anything further, a figure suddenly emerged from a portal. Did she recognize this person? Probably not. She stared at the newcomer, pondering her presence. Was she here for the same reason? Although Ami felt she didn’t belong to either universe, she could navigate them without issue. "My name is Ami Greystorm," she introduced herself to the woman who had just appeared, not wanting to come off as rude.
Derek and Camilla's Night of Hangout
Camilla and Derek walk into Thorne's Gothic Bar and Lounge, which is supposedly supernatural-friendly. Derek asked Camilla to accompany him to a demon-friendly bar, and she'd not worry about being her true and authentic self, a dhamphyre. She is limited and frankly unsafe for Camilla to reveal her true nature in human establishments. Thorne's Gothic Bar is intended for Camilla to enjoy a fun night out without persecution.
Derek picks up Camilla from her apartment, and they are dropped off in front of the lounge, and she's amazed such a place exists. She takes Derek's arm, and they walk towards the front door. The guard on duty can sniff through their meat suit to know they are demon-aligned. This is all new to Camilla. The guard's eyes have a shade of ruby, and she squeezes Derek's arm in concern. Derek, the demon who was born in a human family household, is kind and compassionate towards Camilla's predicament, and she's very reliant on Derek to guide her through this very important phase of her life.
They find a table, and Derek takes her hand and guides her through the crowd. Camilla's brows furrow, staring at the very strange things and people; maybe they're people? She really doesn't know. She wears a pomegranate-colored lace top with a skirt and heels; she sits down at the table but scoots closer to Derek. Her green eyes look into his. "So...who is the bartender?"
Camilla and Derek walk into Thorne's Gothic Bar and Lounge, which is supposedly supernatural-friendly. Derek asked Camilla to accompany him to a demon-friendly bar, and she'd not worry about being her true and authentic self, a dhamphyre. She is limited and frankly unsafe for Camilla to reveal her true nature in human establishments. Thorne's Gothic Bar is intended for Camilla to enjoy a fun night out without persecution.
Derek picks up Camilla from her apartment, and they are dropped off in front of the lounge, and she's amazed such a place exists. She takes Derek's arm, and they walk towards the front door. The guard on duty can sniff through their meat suit to know they are demon-aligned. This is all new to Camilla. The guard's eyes have a shade of ruby, and she squeezes Derek's arm in concern. Derek, the demon who was born in a human family household, is kind and compassionate towards Camilla's predicament, and she's very reliant on Derek to guide her through this very important phase of her life.
They find a table, and Derek takes her hand and guides her through the crowd. Camilla's brows furrow, staring at the very strange things and people; maybe they're people? She really doesn't know. She wears a pomegranate-colored lace top with a skirt and heels; she sits down at the table but scoots closer to Derek. Her green eyes look into his. "So...who is the bartender?"
Derek was convinced that this would be the perfect spot for him and Camilla to hang out without worrying about being judged for who they were—him being a demon hybrid and her a dhamphyre. As they arrived, he glanced at the guard, unafraid as he stared directly into the guard's eyes. Derek knew that Camilla would likely feel anxious, but he was determined to take good care of her as they entered the establishment.
"Are you okay, Camilla?" he asked, noticing her nervousness.
He guided her through the crowd, observing the various denizens of the place. Many were in hiding, while others showed no fear in embracing their identities. Spotting an empty table, he moved with her, holding her hand and smiling to reassure her. He wore a black dress shirt, black slacks, a black tie, and polished black dress shoes. His brown eyes locked onto her green ones as he said, "Some say the bartender's name is Blaze. No one really knows who he is; he’s an enigma."
Derek scanned the room for the bartender and soon spotted a pink-haired, pink-eyed figure—Blaze.
"That has to be him," he told Camilla as he waved the bartender over. Blaze, recognizing the cute couple from his usual spot, stood up but decided to let them enjoy their moment of silence before approaching Derek.
Blaze smiled faintly as he stood there for a moment, not wanting to interrupt the two. "Hey, take your time," he said while cleaning a cup at the counter. It wasn't his first experience serving people; he had started at Trixie's bar before moving here. He felt a sense of belonging in this place. Given his past, he appreciated how people accepted him for who he was. "Whenever you’re ready, just let me know," he added before sitting down in a chair behind the counter.
Armaros wrote:
Derek was convinced that this would be the perfect spot for him and Camilla to hang out without worrying about being judged for who they were—him being a demon hybrid and her a dhamphyre. As they arrived, he glanced at the guard, unafraid as he stared directly into the guard's eyes. Derek knew that Camilla would likely feel anxious, but he was determined to take good care of her as they entered the establishment.
"Are you okay, Camilla?" he asked, noticing her nervousness.
He guided her through the crowd, observing the various denizens of the place. Many were in hiding, while others showed no fear in embracing their identities. Spotting an empty table, he moved with her, holding her hand and smiling to reassure her. He wore a black dress shirt, black slacks, a black tie, and polished black dress shoes. His brown eyes locked onto her green ones as he said, "Some say the bartender's name is Blaze. No one really knows who he is; he’s an enigma."
Derek scanned the room for the bartender and soon spotted a pink-haired, pink-eyed figure—Blaze.
"That has to be him," he told Camilla as he waved the bartender over. Blaze, recognizing the cute couple from his usual spot, stood up but decided to let them enjoy their moment of silence before approaching Derek.
"Yes, I'm fine, I think...?" She turns her eyes away from some of the strange creatures; she doesn't want to invite any aggression. "Do they have security here? What happens if someone starts a fight?" Her fingers squeeze Derek's harder, her nails probably digging in. "But you think it's safe, right?"
She hears Derek and looks for a pink-haired person, and she frowns again. "Him? He's the bartender?" She tries not to stare. "Will he bite or anything? Is he a creature..." She clears her throat, "...I mean a demon, or something else? Camilla trusts Derek to keep her safe. "I could use a drink. "But what she means is she could use blood, and she'd never think to ask for such a thing in a bar. "I am a bit thirsty." Her emerald eyes look into his, and she bites her lower lip. This is an awkward feeling she has, to ask for blood, but she needs to recognize she's not human and really never has been. Now she must accept that truth.
"An enigma?" She didn't quite understand, but the night is young. Then the pink-haired person bounced over to their table, "Oh...I want...", she hesitates to ask for blood. Camilla looks at Derek.
He smiled at her and said, "Good. I'm glad you are okay." He felt her squeeze his hand tightly while he considered the lack of protection in the bar. "I would think there would be some kind of bodyguards here to help keep the peace," he told Camilla, holding her hand to comfort her. He didn't want her to feel like she was in danger.
He nodded at her. "He is indeed the bartender. Don't let appearances fool you," he said softly as he stared at the bartender. "Too many questions, Camilla, haha! He is human, just not a typical one. He... isn't from here. Like us, he probably feels like a stranger in this place," he added, hoping to ease her mind.
When he heard her mention being thirsty and needing a drink—of course, she meant blood and not actual alcohol—he replied, "I can ask the bartender for you." He continued to look at Blaze before turning back to Camilla with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. You need it. You can't go without it. I'm sure he'll offer it if you simply ask," he said, treating it as though it were never an issue.
He looked at her hesitantly as she considered asking Blaze for blood. "Go on... ask him for what you need," he encouraged, gazing gently into her eyes. He wanted to ensure she got what she desired from Blaze.
He nodded at her. "He is indeed the bartender. Don't let appearances fool you," he said softly as he stared at the bartender. "Too many questions, Camilla, haha! He is human, just not a typical one. He... isn't from here. Like us, he probably feels like a stranger in this place," he added, hoping to ease her mind.
When he heard her mention being thirsty and needing a drink—of course, she meant blood and not actual alcohol—he replied, "I can ask the bartender for you." He continued to look at Blaze before turning back to Camilla with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. You need it. You can't go without it. I'm sure he'll offer it if you simply ask," he said, treating it as though it were never an issue.
He looked at her hesitantly as she considered asking Blaze for blood. "Go on... ask him for what you need," he encouraged, gazing gently into her eyes. He wanted to ensure she got what she desired from Blaze.
Blaze looked at the young girl, sensing that she was about to say something. "You can ask for anything—alcohol, even blood," he said, beginning to realize that they were not typical patrons of this establishment. "So, what will it be, young lady? The night is young," he continued, standing with a smile on his face and his eyes closed. "Perhaps blood? I can sense what you are. I can feel something within you trying to claw its way out. You are safe here," he reassured her, still smiling.
A newcomer entered the tavern. Her arms and legs were cybernetic, and her power suit was adorned in the colors of the Ebon Chalice. She wore a hood that framed her face, with her bangs peeking out as she took a seat. For the moment, she remained quiet, her gaze fixed on the bartender and a couple at the bar. It was clear she was not a demon, but a human—one who showed no fear of the demons she frequently battled on her missions.
“Looks like an interesting place…” she muttered under her breath, waiting for the others to place their orders before asking for a drink herself.
One could tell she was the type who rarely smiled, exuding an icy demeanor. Her name was Alexandria, a Sister whose reputation preceded her in her home world. Her golden eyes gleamed in the dim light of the tavern, especially as she focused on Camilla.
“Looks like an interesting place…” she muttered under her breath, waiting for the others to place their orders before asking for a drink herself.
One could tell she was the type who rarely smiled, exuding an icy demeanor. Her name was Alexandria, a Sister whose reputation preceded her in her home world. Her golden eyes gleamed in the dim light of the tavern, especially as she focused on Camilla.
Alexandria wrote:
A newcomer entered the tavern. Her arms and legs were cybernetic, and her power suit was adorned in the colors of the Ebon Chalice. She wore a hood that framed her face, with her bangs peeking out as she took a seat. For the moment, she remained quiet, her gaze fixed on the bartender and a couple at the bar. It was clear she was not a demon, but a human—one who showed no fear of the demons she frequently battled on her missions.
“Looks like an interesting place…” she muttered under her breath, waiting for the others to place their orders before asking for a drink herself.
One could tell she was the type who rarely smiled, exuding an icy demeanor. Her name was Alexandria, a Sister whose reputation preceded her in her home world. Her golden eyes gleamed in the dim light of the tavern, especially as she focused on Camilla.
“Looks like an interesting place…” she muttered under her breath, waiting for the others to place their orders before asking for a drink herself.
One could tell she was the type who rarely smiled, exuding an icy demeanor. Her name was Alexandria, a Sister whose reputation preceded her in her home world. Her golden eyes gleamed in the dim light of the tavern, especially as she focused on Camilla.
Blaze wrote:
Blaze looked at the young girl, sensing that she was about to say something. "You can ask for anything—alcohol, even blood," he said, beginning to realize that they were not typical patrons of this establishment. "So, what will it be, young lady? The night is young," he continued, standing with a smile on his face and his eyes closed. "Perhaps blood? I can sense what you are. I can feel something within you trying to claw its way out. You are safe here," he reassured her, still smiling.
Camilla listens to Derek and nods to him. She trusts him with her life. Then the pink-haired person came close to her, and she almost jumped. "Alright." She swallows hard, "Blood, please? You have dhampyres here much? Blood drinkers?" She can feel that Blaze is a very easy-going type and friendly, but this place isn't quite her style. But she's warming up to it.
Her eyes fall on another female who enters the lounge. Camilla believes she ism but the hood conceals her somewhat beneath the club's dark shadwed neon lights. The attitude of this female is very different; she would say she's a human, because Camilla can smell the difference between a demon and a human. She is curious about what her story is, and why this bar and lounge? She's a human, why risk her life coming here?
Camilla's attention turns back to Derek, smiles at him, not wanting him to worry about her. Her head leans on his shoulder, and she tries to acclimate to her new life. She holds Derek like a security blanket; she's a dhampyre, but her persona hasn't caught up yet.
Blaze smiled as he left the table. "I can say I've met a few... perhaps a demon who loved blood just as much as you do," he said, moving behind the counter to grab a chalice. He poured blood into it and returned to the table, placing it in front of Camilla. "What about your friend here?" he asked, glancing at Derek. At that moment, Derek was quiet, which didn’t bother Blaze at all. "Take your time," he added. "I'll be over here." With that, he moved back behind the counter, keeping a close watch on the newcomer as well.
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