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So tired, sleep why do you spurn me?!
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Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.

Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day!

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In Avengers Academy: Junior Year đŸ’„ → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Danny Kingston
Location: Audition Hall
Skills: Pyrokinesis



It was one thing to talk about it; it was another to wake up the morning of auditions knowing your team (and your chances of kicking ass in the Contest) was going to be determined by how well you avoided making an absolute fool of yourself in front of the judges. And if Danni was being honest with himself, making a fool of himself was a specialty of his. But it’d be fine - the name of the game was flexibility and Danni had that down pat. Mistakes would be made and like any other performance, he just had to roll with the punches.

Thankfully, Dee and Danni’s mutual love of coffee provided the perfect poor sleep recipe and as the edges of a night of tossing and turning crumbled away under the aggressively chugged caffeine on his way out the door, Danni couldn’t help but vibrate with excitement. The morning had been a whirlwind of emotions - he’d realized his original outfit was absolutely awful and he threw that pile of garbage in the back of the closet. If he started wailing about the last minute complication, no one but Dee, their neighbors, and anyone unlucky enough to be walking down the hall that early would know.

Thankfully, wardrobe malfunctions and last minute change of whimsies were something Danni was prepared for so he still sauntered his way to auditions in style. His original idea had been too much, too loud. The fire should be the star of the show, as much as he did love that shirt, and so he went something a little more formal than flashy: a white, long-sleeve button up shirt open at the small of his back tucked in the front into a well tailored pair of black slacks with a detachable black wrap skirt falling down the left leg all above his sturdy combat boots polished perfectly. It was certainly a change from the original but with sharp eyeliner, intentionally tousled hair, and a little glitter across the cheeks, Danni was feeling good and ready to dominate.



Danni threw open the doors to the training room and paused there for a moment, critically eyeing his stage. He didn’t take much seriously, but putting on a show was never a joke and he wanted everything perfect so he would shine as brightly as he knew he could. His targets were in place, six on each half with three close to the center and three against the far walls. “Good morning!” He sang as he found himself satisfied with the arrangement, all but running into the room like a little kid to a pile of presents on their birthday. “I’m so excited! Are you excited? I know it’s probably been a long morning, but ‘opefully I’m going to brighten your day!” Danni beamed at them, music starting at the snap of his fingers.

His original idea had been a complex dance routine with as many massive fireballs as he could throw in, one at every other step really, but Pops had shut that down for something more
 controlled, if you can call fire controlled. Danni hadn’t ever really perfected his new routine but that was what the training would be for, right? So he went for it, letting himself fall into the rhythm of the music.

With a twist of his legs, Danni spun and fired off Hotshots at the nearest targets, three on each side of him. The first landed perfectly dead center, catching fire from the small burst he sent out. He shot the next with a push off the ground, hitting the second target and then whirling mid-air to hit the next. He smirked at the three burning targets and repeated the process, but he was a half a beat off and he barely hit the fourth, missed the fifth and hit a back line target, and then as he went for the last target, he stumbled and his final shot flew wide. Everything slowed down as the flames flew further and further and


“Oops, sorry! You know, just excited!” Danni laughed weakly as the judges table caught fire. That
 that probably wasn’t good, even if Nemo had calmly packed up his belongings and stood out of the way before Danni had even fired off the last shot. Creepy old man. Danni didn’t like that at all but he was already behind and needed to catch up - the teachers could handle themselves. The next part was an easy recovery anyway!

As the beat slowed down, Danni whirled around with his back to the flaming table and flourished at each burning target in tempo. The flames on targets one, two, and three all roared into ten foot pillars and stayed that way, Danni ignoring the tremble in his hand at the intensity. He felt his last flames roar but when he looked at the target, there wasn’t a pillar. Instead, the judges table exploded behind him and Danni tried his best not to flinch at the implications of attempting to kill the judges.

“Just keep going, just keep going.” Danni muttered to himself as his early confidence quickly waned, dread heavy in his chest. A perfect pirouette had all the flames in the room swirling towards him, following the edge of the skirt as it flared up along his side and then traveling up in whirling threads into a ball in his outstretched hand. With the flick of three fingers, three claws of fire roared past the first set of incinerated targets and slammed one, two into the further set of targets. The third slammed harmlessly against the wall.

Danni leapt away from the now burning targets with another spin, parts of the flames following his hand as it arced over his head. Nearly reaching the ceiling as the lances of fire soared under his command, one target on the opposite end of the room burst into flames while the second arc sputtered dead on the floor in front of the second. Danni grimaced at the site, three missed targets definitely was not as impressive as six or even four, but he couldn’t let that stop him - he’d get them on the finale.

With a swirl of his finger, the flames again whirled across the floor towards him and jumped for the final time, the fire surging up beneath him to give him a greater lift. It was shaky (sue him, he hadn’t practiced this part enough but it was hard, okay?! Bruises were ugly!) but he managed to stay stable so he brought his hands together and then apart, clawed as fire bubbled between them and grew and grew and


Barely got larger than a soft ball.

The fire under him sputtered out and he hit the ground with a heavy thud, the wind knocked out of him as he lay there. He was shaking and sweating, the breath knocked out from him from the fall. Still had to work on flying like that. He pushed himself into a sitting position, and flashed a thumbs up in the general direction of the judges. “And t’at’s t’e Kingston touch!” Danni exclaimed as he pushed himself to his feet. “Can’t say I bored you, can you?” Danni winked at the judges and laughed, silently thankful he was not responsible for the clean up. In a few hours, Danni would recount how embarrassing it was but he was exhausted after that and all he wanted now was a shower and a cuddle pile nap.
In The Glynwood Institute For Thaumaturgical Studies → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Luc made a mental note of what their cohort overseer said. So they hid the cool shit down blocked off passages and darkened passageways, huh? Ma always said his curiosity would get him killed but look where he’d ended up, the first Dilore in a magic academy. Clearly he’d been doing the right thing so why stop now! Another tasty little morsel in his mouth, chewed, and swallowed in record time
 until a whispering voice startled him from his thoughts and he started coughing as something went down wrong, very, very wrong.

In between wheezes and coughs, Luc snatched the napkin from the newcomer’s hand and tried to have some decency as he covered his mouth. It took a few moments until he was able to take in a deep breath without issue. “Yeah, yeah food’s great thanks. I’d like it better if it didn’t try to kill me though.” Luc wheezed back, eyes still watering, as he finally straightened up. Presumably in his Cohort, the stranger who offered him the napkin was clearly better suited to this environment, from his well fitting uniform to the colorful sash for extra fanciness to his very polite offer of a napkin. Though, Luc was curious how he knew Luc would have a coughing fit. Maybe he could use magic to see the future or something. The single strand of white hair did seem a little
 unusual but hey, there was floating fire and magically controlled weather. What was a little hair on top of that?

“Sorry about that, thought I’d gotten all of it down. Always told to slow down, chew my food but once it’s in my hands, I cannot physically stop myself. Plus, didn’t eat much before this.Too tired from the trip to Pebblebrook, you know? Gotta remember not to hitch a ride with that guy again. He did not know how to drive a cart. Top marks for hitting every bump, though.” He could feel the tips of his ears burning as he kept talking but when it doubt, talk your way out. And that meant, put as much information in the air as it took for the other person to forget the embarrassing thing. What a greta first impression on his future friends. “But uh, how about you? Did you stay overnight in Pebblebrook or did you just pop in? It seems really cool, the whole poof and you’re here but also expensive. Also I have to know, is that a fashion statement or is it, you know, natural?” Luc gestured towards the guy’s hair. It was fine, Luc could salvage this. This guy approached him first and used magic to know about a coughing fit, he must know what he was getting into.

And still Luc hadn't noticed the sauce.


@Obscene Symphony

In The Glynwood Institute For Thaumaturgical Studies → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


The night before found Luc hitchhiking into Pebblebrook on the back of a merchant’s cart, yawning and rubbing his eyes as a sharp rap on the side of the wagon roused him from his nap. His bag was nestled away in the back and he fished it out as the wagon’s owner chatted in his ear about something or another, but honestly Luc was ready for a bed to lay his head in so everything just went in one ear and right out another. A quick round of thanks, a meal, and a few rounds of just one more story, and Luc stumbled his way to bed, finally succumbing to the exhaustion clinging to the edge of his consciousness.

Of course, a life of early waking didn’t disappear over one late night, but even the most stubborn tendrils of sleep vanished on the ferry as it passed through the glittering lights. Filled with child-like wonder at the sight, Luc couldn’t keep himself still on the ferry and tried to catch the lights hovering over the water like fireflies, stretching his hand over the edge to reach what he could. Just seeing them served as a reminder that he, Luc Dilore of all people, was here to learn magic. Even the sharp pinch he gave himself (he still wasn’t convinced he wasn’t dreaming) didn’t diminish the goofy grin on his face as they approached the island.

“Oh, you don’t- I can carry mine, really it’s fi- No, please rea
 And they’re gone. Cool, cool, cool.” Luc held his hands up in surrender as the two bags he brought were promptly removed from his possession and whisked away ahead of him. The brief glances from the upperclassmen made him adjust his school uniform awkwardly, if only because it was nicer than anything his family would typically wear. Even their nicer clothes were, as his ma would say, well loved but still plenty nicer than their field wear. But Luc felt like the fabric didn’t quite sit right on him, especially with some of those around him having altered it in some way. Should he have done that? What would he have even done? He’d normally just felt like clothes were clothes, a way to keep a person decent and provide some protection from the sun and the bugs and the nasty thorns and sharp branches, but here, they felt a little more important.

“Whoa
” Luc’s eyes grew wide stepping into the audience room as he spun in circles, unable to decide where to look first. The fire motes (yes he wanted to touch one. No, he would not. He was a commoner, not an idiot!) caught his attention first and then the soaring stained glass windows and then the enchanted instruments and then to the food. His mouth watered at the sight, his stomach making its interest known loudly enough that he apologized to those closest to him with an awkward laugh. “Just a little longer and you will be mine.” Luc promised the spread when he noticed they weren’t allowed to get any yet, before his attention was again on the splendor in the room.

Everything looked fancy, everything looked expensive. Luc suddenly felt very out of place again. Briefly distracted by the wonders around him, he came to the sharp realization there was probably more money in the expensive decorations and stunning art than his family would get in a year, or even five, and that thought made him freeze up. What if he broke something here? Would he have to pay for it? How would he even pay for it? They wouldn’t make him pay for like, a normal thing, right? They were mages
Couldn’t they just magic it back together or something? It was fine; if he broke something, he’d just run for his life and live out as a recluse like Granny until they forgot he owed them money! Perfect plan, no possible flaws.

The fall of silence over the crowd brought him back into the room and he turned as the Chancellor spoke. Second Battlemage Auristel, huh? If the silencing spell hadn’t been woven into place, Luc would have been tempted to ask how many families the Battlemage had torn apart, displaced at the behest of his masters. How many magicless folk suffered at his hand because they couldn’t defend themselves against whatever onslaught the tyranny of the Heptarchy demanded. This Battlemage was little more than a glorified dog- just waiting for his masters to snap their fingers like all his kind.

Actually, they might be an insult to dogs.

At the end of the day, it didn’t matter really. The Heptarchy won, the matter resolved, and the case closed. Luc shrugged off the dissatisfied slant of his mouth and embraced the excitement of the day instead, especially as the speeches finally dwindled down and he shot like an arrow from a bow at the table, not above shouldering a few people to get to it. A heavily ladened plate later and a content hum of appreciation as he chewed on whatever was easiest to show in his mouth first, he drifted back to his cohort overseer. One of his Cohort members was already there and another one was already waiting, but Luc was itching to explore and if he could just get a finger in the right direction, he’d be out of everyone’s hair. Though, irritating people in a place he had no friends in may be a poor decision and he grimaced at the twinge in his ear from how often Ma had grabbed it when she was cross with him. He dutifully shoved another morsel in his mouth and waited to cut into the conversation, allowing himself to marvel instead at everything in the room.
In Court of Nuhl → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

October 9th, 528 - 12:20am


Execution Level, Execution Chamber - Hasgad Holding Facility


“Oh dear, oh my. I’m trembling in my boots, little vampire. Of course you don’t give a damn about the mage. That's why I didn’t address you. Just behave like a good little minion and shut up.” Hasgad stuck out his tongue at Chadwick, before returning his attention back to Quinn. “Well, theoretically, if I trusted you at all. But the fact of the matter is I don’t and I have no issue turning you into a mindless blood bag, so I recommend you don’t!”

Hasgad scowled at Lyra after she insulted him. Him, an Inquisitor, a coward? She had to be joking. “The Grand inquisitor doesn’t tolerate fools either and charging into your little fold would make me just that. I just need to even the playing field a little and then we can resume our death match, if you prefer the difficult route.” His eyes darted to each of the rebels and back to Lyra. “You can taunt me all you’d like, but you and I both know you don’t have the stomach to go through him to get to me. You’re going to try and bait me, try to outmaneuver me, or whatever silly thing has the gears in your head whirring.”

Further into the room, there was a muffled click as the locking mechanism disengaged on the door opposite of them in the execution chamber. It cracked barely, and a curl of fresh air found its way through the room.

Meanwhile, the elevator whirred to life and it’s groan of descent echoed down the hallway, where heavy and hurried footsteps pounded down the passageway.
In Avengers Academy: Junior Year đŸ’„ → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Danny Kingston
Location: Kree Spaceship
Skills: N/A
First Day Fit


With the rush of cool(er) air around him once the fire vanished, Danni frantically patted himself down, checking his clothes, his hair, his skin
 he fumbled his phone out of his pocket and pulled up the camera so he could see himself the best he could. He could do with a little moisturizer and the excitement of the day had mess his hair but otherwise, he was perfectly fine. "Oh, t'ank God I'm still beautiful. I would 'ave absolutely lost it if t'at fire 'ad left any lingering marks. Definitely need some lotion, t'ough." Danni patted down his pockets and groaned as he realized he left all his pocket product in the dorm. "Ugh, today of all days ta forget t'e necessities of life!"

Something nagged at the back of his head. Yes, the fire was a problem but
 he glanced over at the tarp wrapped Teddy. "Bees!" He remembered with a snap of his fingers, a face full of pride at himself for remembering instantly morphing into horror as he did, in fact, remember they were surrounded by bees. He took care of the important stuff (aka making sure he was still flawless) and now he could feel horror at the thought of stinging insects burrowing their stingers into him! "OMG T'E BEE
"

However, his dramatics were far too late and the bees had vanished in the wake of a retreating storm of teenage angst. April, sporting a daring new look (they'd have to talk about that because she definitely couldn't let her wander around with that poor decision tan), beat a hasty path after her sister and Danni blew her a kiss. "I'll keep you updated! Live commentary and all, no worries Princess!" He promised April, shouting as she zipped away. He turned back to Dee the not Tarp and put his hands on his hip. Danni was going to fire off a silly joke about plastic surgery cause tarp and plastic, but he was momentarily distracted by a the buzz of his phone.

He couldn't press delete fast enough. Gross. Why would he want to know they're
 Danni shoved the offending device into his pocket and prayed for brain bleach. "Blah, gross. Beanie's bein' gross wit' Leah and
 Wait. But Beanie was 'oldin' 'ands and stuff wit' Princess, and t'en Beanie said some vague stuff when I asked about it and now she's doin' t'ings wit'out Princess?" Danni scowled, his foot tapping and hands waving around as he spoke. "So is Beanie leadin' Princess on? Do I 'ave ta fight Beanie? Oh God, Dee, I don't wanna fight Beanie. I mean, I'll fight Beanie cause ride or die for t'e squad, bitches, but ugh, why would she do t'is?!" He wailed, shaking Dee violently by the shoulders like a human shaped magic eight ball.

He could feel the strange not-hollowness in his chest at the situation, anxiety and dread just eating at each other in a vicious cycle, but the birthday boy asked a question and the birthday boy would get his answer. After all, birthdays were important! "Nah, I'm chill, I'm good. I got plenty of time ta make your birt'day dinner!" Danni waved away the option, focusing on making sure his best friend had fun after the rough start to the day.

In The Shattering of Aegis → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Snakeburrow Woods


16th of the Full Autumn Moon, 1698 P.A.
Evening - Overcast skies


"I'd heard the Mystralaths were a weird sort, but taking in a Tainted under wing seems like blasphemy." Esvelee commented as she joined the group, sitting down on the other side of Cerric while eyeing Kyreth warily. "In all honesty, Agitha's the only reason they're even permitted in town. Only reason we're still standing is 'cause of her; hard to tell her no, never mind the whole mind fucking she does. If Zubil's flock had their way, you'd be run out."

"Magic is the master of the Mystralaths. They care little for the trappings of the mortal flesh or the shade of soul. Greatness overwhelms morality in many of their eyes, and the Lord I serve is no different. It's probably why we get along so well!" Cerric waved away the concern with a laugh. "Still, they're lucky to have been born in this century. Barely an age ago, they were still hunting Tainted for sport. Now there are even land owning Tainted in Dranir! Time sure flies these days." Esvelee wrinkled her nose but didn't say anything else on the matter, instead turning to Eila.

"Uh, no offense or anything but you feel sorta like the odd one out here. You have that gentle-folk feel like the Wilree folk have when they come visit the Duke. Why are you wandering out here in the woods?" Esvelee asked, taking a quick sip from her hip flask. She offered it out to Eila after.

Meanwhile, Cerric latched onto Ermes's question. "Primordial aetherborn are innately attended to ambident aether and its movements. Shortly before we were attacked, the ambient aether convulsed, for lack of a better term, and the ripples lasted a disturbingly long time considering it was just three wolves that appeared. It felt a little like
" Cerric explained, water pooling in his palm. The water separated into long, worm-like ribbons that writhed in his palm before settling. "That! I was a little worried for a second, but three Rot-infested wolves were just a tad challenging for the lot of you! I'm sure our darling entertainer will have a fabulous tale to tell when we return." He shook his hand out, water flying up into the dark as he did. He brought his hand up to his mouth as he yawned and blinked, eyes glassy.

"Sorry, sorry! Seems like it's about time I turn in for the evening. Quick stop to the privy and then it'll be lights out for me." He pushed himself to his feet, and waved as he disappeared into the dark himself.
In The Glynwood Institute For Thaumaturgical Studies → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Avengers Academy: Junior Year đŸ’„ → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Danny Kingston
Location: Kree Spaceship
Skills: N/A
First Day Fit


Zelda backing away from him didn’t go unnoticed and at first, it kinda hurt his feelings. Like, here he was just introducing himself and she just ignored him and was doing everything just shy of actually running away from him to put distance between them. He was fully prepared to pout his way into a response, when April chimed in with a frustrated groan, and he remembered there other people who like him and his presence, like this new girl here - the feisty one who yelled at them in the line for food. She thought his fire was really cool. Zelds should be more like that!

“Oooooh, I was close! Sue and Susan!” Danni congratulated himself after Teddy introduced the pair, but he gave his attention to Ardere for the time being. “It's so cool! I like ta make t’em into little butterflies and ‘ave t’em fly around, t’ough sometimes t’ey explode and ot’er times t’e fire just dissolves into not’ing! Never really sure w’at t’e world’s goin’ ta give me when I try t’at trick. And duh Diana, of course I learn. I just learn ‘ow not ta get caught when I fuck up!” Danni replied cheerily to Diana’s teasing, the incident no longer taboo now that he wasn’t on the verge of tears. “I can show you some more cool stuff later, Ari!” Danni offered, always down to feed off of positive attention and willing to do silly little tricks (his favorite kind!) for it.

With everyone clamoring over how strange Teddy was acting, Danni couldn’t help but turn to pay attention to the gentle giant turned leaning post. As Diana flicked his nose, Danni reached up and felt his forehead. And if he went on tip toes for dramatic effect, no one could blame him.. “‘eeeeeeeey Teds, you doin’ okay? You wit’ us buddy?” Danni frowned when he didn’t feel anything he thought was unusual, but frankly, he’d have no idea. “You know, t’is is really only ‘elpful if I know t’e bear t’in’ didn’t fuck wit’ your internal temps, and I don’t so let’s call an expert! Maaaaaaaaai, stop doin’ your flirty t’in’y and see if Teds is okay!” Danni shouted and waved, despite her being right there.

Of course, that’s when he saw it. A new shiny accessory sitting there nice and pretty on Beanie’s hip. All thoughts went out the window as he pointed at Beanie’s sword and shouted “What is t’at?!?!” He skipped over to his favorite fashionesta and Leah by default where she was leaning over Beanie’s shoulder, drawn to her sword like a magnet. “OMG, it reminds me of She-ra! Are you a fan too? ‘ow could we not talk about t’is?! T’is is such a cool cosplay accessory! When did you buy it? ‘ow much did it cost? Is t’e person takin’ commissions because I’d love ta get somet’in’ made and put it in my dorm. Do you already have a cosplay? Are we doing a group cosplay? Omg t’at’s so cool, we get to do a group cosplay! Oh gosh, who would everyone be? We should
 Dee! Where’d you-”

Danni clapped his hands over his mouth. He was a distraction. He can’t out the secret that the birthday boy was sneaking about cause he didn’t want to talk to a bunch of people. Sometimes Dee just didn’t feel like it and it was his job not to tell people. “Uh, yeah no ‘e’s not ‘ere right now, so ignore that! But seriously, She-ra cosplays? We’re doing it for ‘alloween t’is year! Good idea, Beanie! Now we just gotta figure out who is who.”
In Bounties of Space → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Danny Kingston




Danni looked between his two partners, nodding. “Aight, aight. Wingin’ t’is by t’e seat of our pants, I’m down for it! Improv is our best skill anyways. Besides galactic fashion ‘cause we are, and always will be, fashion iconics here on t’e Excelsior. Oh, maybe t’at’s what we can do wit’ 15 million! We can start our own fashion line and shows, and everyone will be ‘ella jealous wit’ just ‘ow awesome we are!” Danni exclaimed, bouncing on his toes as the hanger fully pressurized and the lights turned on. A few other ships, moderate sized merchant vessels, occupied the hangar but most of the available landing zones were empty. “We can call it
 oh, w’at did you say back t’en? Space Sluts? Star Whores? Somet’in’ like t’at!”

With the flip of a switch to disengage the locks and a firm push (and a toe kick, but trade secrets and everything), the loading ramp extended and the exit slid smoothly open. The hangar was massive, capable of holding twenty ships three times the size of the Excelsior comfortably. Large, flying droids carried heavier parts and cargo while little hover carts zipped back and forth on the ground, carrying cargo and passengers the length of the hanger and beyond. A little six seater pulled up next to the Excelsior, the driver an elderly man with long hairs growing out of his ears and chewing a foul smelling sap. The only other passenger was a green skinned Kree, typing away furiously on his data pad and paying little to no notice to the group.

“‘ello, ‘ello!” Danni said cheerily as he clambered in, “T’ink you can swin’ us down ta Kol’kill? Dancin’ t’rough t’e Belt leaves a fucker t’irsty as hell, you know?” Danni grimaced as he sat, touching his temple softly as a headache stared brewing there.

The man scoffed, spitting out a wad of foul liquid that steamed slightly on the hangar floor. “Ya ain’t flew no Belt. And if ya did, ya’d be dumber than a sack of rocks. Though, guess you look it.” The man rolled his eyes. The display on the back of the driver’s seat displayed his name as Wen. “‘nother sucka for Kol’kill, eh? If ya lucky, that mountain witch’ll be singin’. Easy on the eyes and the ears, and not so soft elsewhere, if ya know what I mean.” His chorkle dissolved into a coughing fit as some of the chew slid down his windpipe.

Meanwhile, a strange shimmer appeared at the edge of April’s vision, lasting just a moment in a strange pyramidal shape and then vanishing.
In The Glynwood Institute For Thaumaturgical Studies → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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