but my head's filling fast with the wicked games

p. Melissa, Stormie, & a bosslady/man

POSTED: Mon Jun 27, 2016 6:19 pm

Please allow Melissa to post with Rose first, and then Stormie with Claire. Leadership can hop in a round or two? Afternoon, with moderate rainfall. He's wearing a black jacket. (+500)

It rained on their final day of exile.

The forest hummed with the fall of moisture. Droplets vibrated the leaves and sunk into Bayani's bones, cold. The painted blues and ebony of his form were dark with dampness, the lean curve of shoulders stark when the thickness of a collie coat was absent. Rose rode the horse, who moved with less spright than in days previous. No creature enjoyed the rain, when they were provided no shelter to find refuge. Rose insisted that she could walk, but Bayani would not allow her to. The exhaustion was apparent in her form; their movement had been ceaseless for weeks. Even his own limbs had reached the end of their driven, precise gestures, instead favoring the basic step that every traveler fell to at one point or another. Rose worried at the bandage on her arm; it was wet and akin to useless in the weather. Bayani looked back at her, long golden hair lank and dripping, and tugged on the mare's reins from where he stood at the creature's shoulder. They could not arrive at their destination quick enough.

They walked since first dawn. The clouds had arrived not long after, gray and pregnant and angry. There was no lightning, but the tension in the air was palpable. The sound of the man's footsteps and horse's hooves was soft and dull, any necessity for stealth taken with the wind. They were not hiding, this time. There was no running. Only a steady, endless trek South. You will know it when you see it. Bayani began to question if he had been lied to by the siren robed in black. Her instruction was vague, but despite all of their exchanged lies, her eyes spoke of something real. Something he could not conceive, for she hid her wealthy origin with finesse. But she had invited him to discover it. He had been ordered not to embarrass her, and only smiled in response. Wherever they were moving, it was no lowly town. No place could harbor such a woman.

A wall of scent attacked him, and Bayani pulled back on the horse's reins, who stopped immediately at his flank. Primrose looked up, sudden, searching with sea-greens through the gems of water falling to seek where they were. The stretch of forest beyond them was rather unremarkable, if thick and apparently gnarled. The scent line had been muddled by the falling skies, but far from lost. The Grimm watched the foreign territory, wary, before he turned to Rose, the bag slung over his chest adjusted to fall down his back. He offered her a dark hand, laced with scars. Rose did not mistake the gesture, and placed her fingers in his, accepting the assistance to dismount. The mare shuffled and snorted with the loss of weight, but remained still and quiet. Bayani gripped his sister's wrist in one hand, the reins of an offering in the other. "Here, Rose." He said, and flickered his mismatched eyes to the enigma beyond. Persephone would arrive without delay, he felt. There was no necessity to howl like the lost in the patter of rain. They would wait.

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POSTED: Tue Jun 28, 2016 3:54 pm

Atop the mare Prim rode quietly, her brother guiding the stead, which he insisted she stay on. The dark clouds and cool rain was a relief from the heat of days past, but she was still displeased by the weather. How she longed for the warm spring days where the breeze would ripple her dress around her legs and the flowers would dapple the grounds in vivid colors. In her mind she wandered to the fields of Swinden, where flowers and herbs grew thick in the late summer. How she missed helping mum with the herb gardens. Back then she could spend all day watching her mother work and happily playing ‘I spy’ naming the different herbs they tended to. However, those days were long gone now, all she had left was a book of herbal tea remedies that belonged to their mother, softly tucked within her small leather backpack.

Sea foam eyes wandered to her arm, where the man they had stolen from had delicately tied a bandage, hiding the cut that her brother had bestowed upon her. Her ears flicked downwards at the slight stinging sensation caused from the skin deep slice, reminding her that even though it was covered up it still existed. There was a pang of guilt for tricking the nice man that had come to her ‘rescue’. He had taken her home, bandaged her, fed her and given her a bed for the night. Of course she had leaned into his touches and asked him questions to seem engaged, but the issue was that Prim always grew attached to those they played such tricks on. But the gifts would provide them with a new home, somewhere she could maybe even start her own herb garden in their mother’s memory. Bay would like that.

Through the wet soil a strong scent clung, causing her brother to stop. From her high up positioning she looked around. This was the home they had been promised? The thick forest and damp surroundings made it all so unglamorous. Her ears perked up as Boy offered her a hand. With a lady like grace she took it, her pink dress puffing up as she dismounted. “Do you think they'll like me?” She asked innocently, her small muddy hand griping at her brother’s to calm her anxieties.

OOC: HI GUYS! Prim is wearing a Pink dress. 300+ words

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POSTED: Wed Jun 29, 2016 1:07 pm

familia fortis elegit

Rayder's ears pricked up, one bent the other tall. His amber eyes had kept a wary vigil for days at her instruction and she, sheltered from the rain beneath the needled boughs of a pine took note of the shift in his posture. To confirm, he turned his head and gave her a look. He could not speak and yet she understood. They were here.

She had remained almost entirely dry beneath the pine and was reluctant to leave it's shelter. Gods how she hated the rain. Scowling and irritable like a wet cat she prowled out from underneath and into the storm. Claire didn't bother to cover herself or bring her hands together above her head. She wouldn't risk damaging her finery. The rain ravaged her pristine golden form within seconds, slicking down the hairs on her dark crowned head and leaving nothing to the imagination. She felt exposed, all the contours of her body revealed for what they really were. No more illusion, all her flaws were plain to see. Rayder followed behind her still imposing despite the growing damp of his russet and black fur. They made way for the border, skirting around hidden dangers: steel jaws, and barbed wire. It wasn't far. She had been waiting. And there they were.

She recognized Bayani's blue black and white pelt despite it's lack of dogish fluff, but the sister was new. And what a beauty. Claire took her time to admire the peach of her fur, the gold of her hair. Her eyes came to rest momentarily upon her eyes of seagreen before turning towards Bayani's mismatched gaze. <Hello, stranger> She greeted him. Rayder remained in the background, water dripping off his golden septum piercing. You could have waited for the storm to pass, you know. She chided lightly approaching Bayani. eager to see me, non? She tugged down his chin so she could touch her lips to his cheek then moved on.

So, you're the sister? She stood before Primrose and stroked the girl's cheek with the back of her hand, smiling. Pretty. Her hand lingered just beneath her chin as Claire glanced over at Bayani. What did you bring? The mare did not go unnoticed but Claire knew better than to assume. She was eager to see what Bayani had put together. And whether he had been worth her time after all.

ooc italics denote French, another round before we bring the leaders on maybe?

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POSTED: Wed Jun 29, 2016 10:37 pm

Leader can jump in after Mel and Stormie reply once more! <: Also sorry I suck here is the mare that is being referenced. (+500)

Something glistened like finery, a stray teardrop of metallic in the dripping jade of the forest. Traps. What kind of game was this enigma of a group playing? Bayani chose not to dwell on the series of events had he missed the dulled scent of the border in the rain. His eyes were sullen, expressionless in their vibrancy as he pulled the hood of his dark garment to fold around his shoulders. His shock of hair was messily comely, sharply spiked between ears dark and light only through constant worrying of his fingers. Something akin to a sigh lost him as his thoughts became attentive and careful. Should Persephone come, something told him they would be walking over fragile glass in the weeks following. Any community that had the authoritative allusion to line their borders with snares and teeth was far from belittled in the sights of this peninsula. A silent power, less than honest, was deduced. The male's attention and piecing calculations were drawn to an end as his sister fell with grace to stand by his side. His fingers, darkened to black with their dampness, curled to hers in a silent pressure of comfort. Rose asked him a question, and he met her eyes, mismatched to seagreen. "They will." His voice dropped with a finality. It meant, concealed as such a meaning was, that should they not come to like or accept her, Bayani would by some means make sure of it. Their title as bastards in a town of prudence and customs was to dissolve with this rainfall. No soul would have a reason to dislike his sister, in her innocence and lovely gaze.

Something stirred. Eyes of blue and brown cut with severity to what disturbed the humming forest. It was his siren, moved with huntress' easy grace that he had come to recognize with intimacy. A strange string of sounds left the woman, which he vaguely identified as a language foreign. She moved close, and all he could do was offer a charismatic smirk. "I quite enjoy the rain." It was not quite a lie; he did, upon occasion. Though when he was forced to travel with charge and terribly slow speed, cold with the sky's tears soaked to his skin, his love of it was far from forthcoming. Her touch on his face was ice, lips against his cheek immediate and undisputed. "I was rather instructed not to leave a huntress waiting." He countered, though expression glittered with some form of falsehood. He had been rather curious to find the icy-eyed woman again, secrets no longer with a right to remain and conceal them both. Persephone's closeness to his sister lifted the thick fur on the back of Bayani's neck, but he did little to react. "Pretty things should only be touched with permission." The words fell from his tongue with some guise of jest, though their true meaning was clear. The siren was to leave his sister at a distance, the possessive protection unmistakable in his tall stance and voice. The male, smattered with blue and ebony, let the silence lapse. He locked Persephone's gaze in her own, and then lifted the bag from where it was strung across his chest. He dropped the leather into Rose's hands, and opened the covering, though only for a brief sighting before closing it again to guard against unwanted moisture. Inside was a lantern, brushed with copper tones. What appeared as a leather-bound book was also within, though in reality it was a journal, every page found miraculously empty in the loner's house they had swiped it from. "Gifts bore by her." Leaving the bag in Primrose's arms, Bayani turned to face the icy-eyed woman, apparently offering her a hand, though when he opened his palm, a silver beauty was laced about his dark fingers, procured earlier from the bag without note, as was the skill of a thief swift. The necklace was rather simple in chain and bore a large silver pendant of an elk's antlers. Upon first sighting, the item was plain and, while pretty, cheap. It was only when one took note of the large diamond nestled between the curves of the horn's prongs that its value was captured. The son of a woman exceedingly skilled as a jeweler, the Grimm knew that the stone was genuine. Bayani tugged lightly on the reins of the mare, then, and brought the youthfully strong and attractive beast just a step closer. The creature snorted, white-and-black freckled frame unflinching as the clouds cried. "And mine. Are you caught embarrassed, my huntress?"

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POSTED: Thu Jun 30, 2016 12:20 pm

Bayani, as always, gave Rose exactly what she wanted, validation. They would like her. His reassurance was not spoken to her as a father might to a daughter, in a sweet manner, but in confidence and assertion. Her brother would do everything possible to ensue she was safe at home, and although Prim did not know the full extent he would go she trusted him blindly, having never been led astray by him before. In their travels many a stranger had fallen for Primrose’s naïve and sweet nature, not to mention her soft features. Young men had vowed to protect her, offered her treasures and allowed her to make them vulnerable, but they could never compare to Bay. He was all she had left in this world and the siblings would do whatever it took to better each other’s lives.

Still holding his hand she began to wonder why he did not call to the lady hat had led them here. Before she could get the question out of her agape mouth her ears twitched instinctively to a sound near by. As a woman came out of the trees Prim released Bay’s hand. Standing her ground she took in the other woman and the male hat stood behind her. Internally she reminded herself to stay calm, Bayani would do the majority of the talking and she just had to follow his lead.

Sea green eyes looked anywhere but directly at the wolfess’ face as the stranger looked her over. Prim was use to stranger’s eyes but she was not prepared for the touch that came. She wanted to tug away from the female’s hand but stayed still, not wanting to offend. “Thank you. You’re pretty too.” She spoke in a quiet voice, which lacked any sign of distrust she felt for the woman. Prim had learned from an early age to be sweet as a defence. Bayani, on the other hand, freely spoke against the touch, which she hoped would keep the females hands far away in the future.

Her brother passed her the leather bag and Rose gently cupped the contents in her hand so that he could reveal it. Once the bag was closed again she hugged it close against he chest, the feeling of holding the objects tight comforting her while Bay offered her a necklace and the mare. In all honesty she would miss the horse but with a new home she hoped they would not be traveling near as much.

OOC: 400+ words

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POSTED: Thu Jun 30, 2016 3:25 pm

familia fortis elegit

Claire preferred precipitation in the form of snow. It painted the landscape stark and cold, but it also muffled footsteps, crippled prey, but most of all she loved the way it glittered. like diamond dust. How soft it was to the touch, delicate much like Blue's sister, Claire noticed. What a pretty flower. She just had to reach out and touch. How obedient, she teased him, flicking her wet tail and scattering a volley of pearlescent raindrops. She'd moved on to the sister, her hand lingering beneath her chin.

She'd expected Blue to protest, though it wasn't wise to do so. He was nothing to Claire. Less than nothing. He was an Outsider, an ant scurrying before a Lady's boot. Claire could just as easily crush him- her Family was just a call away.

Casting Blue a glance Claire's hand remained, in fact it trailed light as a feather down the young woman's throat before her fingers withdrew. You're not in a position to tell me what I can and cannot do. She reminded him, her voice just as light and pleasant as it had been moments before and yet it brooked no argument. Besides, she doesn't mind. Do you, chére? Claire was looking into her seagreen eyes. She smiled at the girl's compliment however superficial it may be. They would make her a Salsolan, yet.

She gave the gifts a careful once-over. The girl's were plain but useful, though it hardly mattered. What did matter was that she was, in fact, a girl. She would find it much easier to gain acceptance. Blue, however, would have to work much harder. And it appeared he had.

She admired the necklace in his hand and caught the sparkle of the stone in her discerning gaze, but it wasn't enough until Bayani brought the mare to her attention. Her grin was slow and pulled tight at the corners like the Cheshire cat's. Yes, this would do. I'm glad you took my instructions seriously.

I'll call for the leaders, now. Be on your best behavior, hm. It wasn't a request. She tipped her head back and announced their presence and intent to both the Boss and Lord-Commander. They wouldn't be long, she knew. There were many eyes and ears in Salsola and nothing went without notice. No one.

ooc Aedan's daughter DOES WHAT SHE WANTS, mmk? Haha, calling for leader!

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POSTED: Fri Jul 01, 2016 9:46 am


Hope you guys don't mind a jerk jumping into this thread! <3

A rustle of black-winged birds brought the summons. They pealed high at the cry of Aedan's daughter, little specks of soot that rose in a great cloud and dispersed just as fluidly into the never-ending grey of a bruised, weeping sky.

The hunter paused in his step. As a young man, his teacher - the Queen, or the tigress, a woman-king with a thousand names - had taught him to walk like a great cat. It was a skill he employed now, one that allowed him to stalk with great ease through a twisted and gnarled landscape as familiar to him as his own clawed hands.

As always it did, the border bristled in a snarl toward the bleary realms of the Outsiders; Little silver teeth glinted where the rain had disturbed their coverings of leaves and rotten mulch. He thought with absent proficiency to tell Loki, for the Bard was a master-trapper, and the metal jaws would be tended by the silver man or one of his chattel.

It was small thoughts like these - Too many at one time, a conscious stream of ceaseless reminders - that made Lokr Revlis such a cunning tactician.

When he smelt Aedan's daughter by the thick-grown groves of heather and thistle, the dark man slung his yew longbow with lethal familiarity over one shoulder, and slid the wicked-looking hunting dagger back into its sheath on his thigh. Her's had not been a call of alarm, but one of intrigue - And Claire was never one to be short of curiosities, he had learned.

He came upon the small group like a shadow. The rain smothered his steps to utter silence; This forest was his, and where he walked the spongy ground was obedient. In the wan white noise of one thousand tiny falling droplets, Lokr manifested himself beside the Arbiter's slave, and strode with languid steps toward the odd assembly. His eyes - thick, black eyelashes that beaded with rain, venomous yellow-green irises that gorged themselves on the halflight - scoured the Outsiders, and he came to stand beside Claire with a calm familiarity as befitted her rank.

Lokr had seen refugees before, and knew where to look for the signs. The young woman, delicate and golden like a mild September day, had the tell-tale waifness of irregular travel. Her companion was far more affected by their plight - A scruffy young man with a starved look about his uncanny mismatched eyes. Lokr knew that look intimately; He had worn it enough in his own youth. It begged of scorn and cleverness, and the Lord Commander trusted it not one bit.

He did not smile, nor did he move his narrowed pupils from the strangers; But when he spoke, the man's voice was oddly compelling, and easily heard above the patter of the rain. "Are you bringing in strays from the wet now, Claire? That seems an odd mercy for a de Valence," The voice was mild with jest, but it held to it a note of severity - Whatever nature fit the two strangers, Claire had brought them to the border, and so their responsibility fell at her feet.

Shifting his weight elegantly, the dark man took a step forward, peering with greater curiosity at the pair. "Who are you?" He asked of the tepid air, directing it to neither young man nor young woman but somehow both; flicking one tall torn ear to free it of a small rivulet of water that had formed in his long black hair.



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POSTED: Fri Jul 01, 2016 9:34 pm

My fav jerk!! have a text wall guys (+700)

The blue-painted boy was teased, and then his words lilted with warning were ordered to fall to the rain-wet earth. The curve of Bayani's eyes never left the movement of his siren's fingers, as they gracefully and possessively touched his sister's visage. Something sharp, as flecks of blade, glittered in his gaze as he looked back to Persephone, meeting her icy blue with a vibrancy and lack of flinch. He was not scared by her- yet he understood. By following her instructions, being allured to this place of power, he had been forcibly placed on the highwire. This was a game of respect, and he was low. Persephone would know that he was not one to be ordered, yet she would, because she had that authority. Bayani did not flicker mismatched sights from her eyes light, a small defiance. But his response was intelligent and calculated. "It was not an order, Persephone. An observation." A save. If she wanted to play games, he would be her opponent, explicably intertwined in ways when their pieces were not on the board. He watched her until she returned her dagger-like attention back to Rose, who, sweet as she was, obeyed and praised. Bayani thought that his sister's soft-heartedness and gentle steps would be a means for which he would need to protect her in this enigma of a kingdom, which was quickly appearing to be full of thorns. But perhaps Primrose would be better off. None could punish or abuse a thing that offered only kindness and no challenge. Maybe the girl of seagreens would not be so helpless as her brother thought.

There was approval in that smile, and Bayani was rather relieved than he was glad. He thought that a horse and a diamond were gifts exceedingly fine, and while the offering was perhaps not as high in the huntress' sights, it was good and adequate. Persephone lifted her muzzle to offer a call, pointed and elegant, and Bayani's eyes flickered to Rose's. He brushed her hand with his thumb, the silent gesture quick before the Warden could see it. The mare snorted astride him, unsteadied by the odd song and continual tears of the sky. The Grimm tightened her reins along his fingers and offered the creature a stroke along a strong neck, a small comfort. The creature was uncertain, as much as Bayani. Though his unease was well-hidden.

Something appeared, a shadow detached from where it stood so real before. The young man's first impression was an acidic green, and then the delicately sharp curve of a bow. Then it was a silent authority, powerful from where it hid among the strange newcomer's silence. Something akin to appreciation alighted in the Grimm's eyes, though it was gone as quickly as it arrived, undetected. This was a being that could understand and master the influence of nothing. Of quiet, of invisibility among shadows. From where the green-eyed man stood, so easily tall and imposing despite his lack of sound, made the huntress' position clear. She was a subordinate, though only just. Familiarity, experience among a hierarchy was imminent. They were simple low. Bayani did not like this place he was set in, but it would be shed as quickly as time would allow. He knew how to play such a game, but none would glance an eye over his form without suspicion. A thief of more than just objects and beauties was given no trust, that much he knew. Bayani met the eyes of the shadow-esque man, and then dipped his head, slow and careful, a nod of acknowledgement as well as regard. Claire, he noted, the false identity suddenly peeled from the woman whose name had been lied. When he returned from his dip of nose, his sights briefly skirted to the woman, unidentified with expression, and then returned to the obvious monarch of such a group. "My name," he began, "is Bayani Grimm." His collie-tall ears flicked sharply, scattering droplets of skies' tears as he continued. "And my sister, Primrose." He nodded, once again slow and languid, in the direction of his comely charge. And then he lifted a hand, showing the necklace and its diamond to the acidic gaze of a man so tall. The horse near his shoulder snorted and scuffed a hoof, unsettled with the population of strangers. "We come to your kingdom's borders bearing gifts." The thief said, careful, and let the silence lapse. "We no longer wish to be the drifters that we are."

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POSTED: Sat Jul 02, 2016 12:46 pm

Rose did not miss the interaction between her brother and the one he called Persephone, she would have to be particularly dim to. Still, she wished that the female would leave her alone and not use her as leverage. The peachy blonde girl disliked such tension, preferring her presence to bring other’s happiness, someone to talk to and feel safe around – this felt anything but safe. Still, this place was to be their new home and that meant she would have to try extra hard to find a way to assist her pack members, and that included Persephone. As always, she saw Bayani’s comment as the hero’s win. Her brother was always their hero in the situation, and she his sidekick. He would take care of her.

She called for a leader and Prim instantly began to fuss over her appearance. There was little to salvage given the awful weather but she attempted to ring out her dress, adjust the sleeves and pull her hair to one side prettily. Before she heard the male he was upon them, appearing beside the females lighter tones as a dark shadowy figure. Looking up from her dress Primrose almost jumped out of her skin, having not noticed his arrival. Quickly she stood up tall, remembering their mother’s daunting words to act like a lady.

His eyes were stunning and she looked at them for a moment, entranced by their stark contrast to the rest of his dark earthy tones before realizing her stare might be thought rude. Bringing her eyes down she took in his elegant posture, the bow in his hand and his fine clothes. Both pack members dressed well and this though excited the petite dogmix. At last he spoke and Rose’s eyes darted to the female at the unfamiliar name.

So she was Claire, not Persephone. It was not shocking to Prim, who often went by her own alias along side ‘Blue’ when needed, but it certainly peeked her interest. In his words he also gave away that Claire seemed to be doing them a service unusual for her. Mentally she made note to be kind to the woman, thankful for her going the extra mile to provide them with a home when apparently she would not often do so.

The attention was brought back to the siblings, a general question asked in their direction. Instantly her sea foam eyes looked up to her brother, who spoke without hesitation after a giving a bow of his head. Still holding the bag containing the empty journal and copper lantern Rose took after her siblings lead, exposing the gifts and then covering them to protect them from the rain. With full hands it was difficult to curtsey but she did her best, lowering her body and bowing her head. “It’s nice to meet you sir.”

OOC: 400+ words

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POSTED: Mon Jul 04, 2016 9:23 pm

familia fortis elegit

Eye to eye her gaze didn't waver. The name she'd given, Persephone had been torn from myth. A spring maiden fair and sweet so desired by the God of the Underworld was stolen, ravished, and carried off into the fiery depths. Over time she grew to love her dark captor and became a queen; fierce and wrathful. Claire's voice was sugar-sweet and yet she spoke through white and pointed teeth. Her laugh was a pleasant bright sound and it was gentle. Was it? She teased lightly though her gaze had yet to drift from his own. Mm. I expect order you to be keeping those to yourself from now on. He would learn, one way or another, she loved this game.

The son of Rah'khir prowled towards them on silent hunter's feet. Claire heard nothing save for the soft rustle of his clothing and light tapping of the bow against his back. Doe-like her spotted ears flicked back and yet she didn't turn. Rayder's head fell very low and his ears drew entirely back, not that anyone cared to notice. He was more an item to the gathered, possessing no will but that of his mistress. Claire had brought him to help her charges should they need any assistance. He was just backrground now.

Her Lord stalked to stand at her side and she appeared entirely at ease with his domineering presence. She resided within the highest tier and no longer needed to bow so low. Her ears shifted with what deference was required, no more, no less. She smiled a cunning smile at his jest and spared him a look. It's only a mercy if there's nothing to gain.

When he stepped forward she remained, noting Bayani's true identity with a knowing grin. The sister's, so cute. Apt, Claire thought it. She only hoped such a pretty flower was not choked by weeds.

Claire waited patiently for the introductions to finish before stating plainly her intentions. I vouch for them, Lord-Commander. And if you would accept them I'll sponsor the gentleman- I'm sure we could find someone to take in his sweet sister, too, non? She would not force his decision. Her statement was neither bold nor meek. She had plans for the handsome dog and she was confident that their offerings were sufficient.

ooc

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