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Hello all :) I've been RP-ing for about 15 years and these days nearly everything I write is through PMs. I'm getting back into this site after taking a break and am mostly looking at starting a few 1x1s but I might jump into a group RP if I'm tempted enough.
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Psycho ex-girlfriends, eh? Gotta love 'em, or you'll wake up one morning to find your pet bunny served as breakfast.
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Which links back to your previous idea about her goggles, perhaps?
To be fair to Marga, considering he attempted to murder her, he got off pretty lightly. Hence why she's not so much the pyscho ex-girlfriend and he's more the pyscho ex-boyfriend! ;)
And yes, the goggles could work.
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Okay, stick with me here, 'cos this one's really messy. Mez's parents were killed as traitors, leaving him as a ward of the Lords indirectly responsible for their deaths. What if the treason they'd committed had something to do with helping smuggle Thuboisii through Visipian space? That would mean that Mez's rivalry was more to do with a deeper hatred of her people rather than against Marga herself, at least at first. It would also mean that the Visipians would have to be portrayed as more xenophobic than initially described, but this could always be included as part of the religious mania.
After he'd learnt the truth of his parents' fate and fled to the mercenary outpost he crossed paths with Marga and after performing a few merc jobs together, where he acted as cover for her more subtle forms of combat, the two became lovers. It wasn't until they'd been 'warping the frontier' together for a while that Mez discovered Marga's mixed race heritage and found himself repulsed at the thought of having soiled himself with a Thuboisii halfbreed. In a fit of rage he tried to kill Marga, only for her to escape him and disappear from his life.
Now, after many years apart, the ill-fated couple find themselves drawn together again, and Mez must come to terms with his feelings for his former paramour. Will he be able to overcome his racial hatred for his former lover, finally being able to accept her as she is, or will his ingrained hatred of her people drive his to make another attempt on her life?
And my having re-watched Code Geass recently and just remembered Villetta/Chigusa and Ohgi's relationship had nothing to do with me making this suggestion. By the way, if you haven't seen that anime I'd recommend it.
Love it!
I'll see what @Kalas thinks, but I'm sold. The only thing I would add is that after he tried to kill her, she stole valuables from him and let any enemies they had made together know of his whereabouts. There are probably still items in her possession, or that she knows the location to, which she took from him which he wants back.@Kalas What do you think?
Hope this helps...
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Jalil (aegyolk)
Kaaili (CLIW)
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Biltan (Gargalarg)
Sasha (AlunaMoon)
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Thasia (Bonjour xx)
Thao (Bonjour xx)
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Jalil (aegyolk)
Kaaili (CLIW)
EIRIR
Biltan (Gargalarg)
Sasha (AlunaMoon)
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Thasia (Bonjour xx)
Thao (Bonjour xx)
There was a blizzard coming from the north. Though it was still some hours from fully reaching the small group of wagons Alethea and Baego were traveling with, the winds were picking up and the snow was coming down heavier than in the days before. The biting cold had been causing Alethea’s face to ache, but as the temperature continued to drop, as did the sun in the sky, her entire body had started to feel numb. She held Baego close to her side inside the wagon as it rolled along the Great North Road. Instead of waiting for the storm to pass, the traders had decided to plough onwards and try to reach the north’s capital before the storm reached them. Apparently there was no point in waiting for the storm to pass as blizzards this far north could last for days on end. Furthermore, they were unsure if any help from the castle would come to them if the wagons became snowed in. They had sent someone on ahead, but there was no guarantee of help.
The pace the company of traders was setting was unforgiving and as Baego shivered uncontrollably next to her, Alethea found herself worrying for the young boy’s health. Having lived his entire life in the south, he was not used to such harsh weather. Even though he had spent time living without a roof over his head, Alethea knew that the boy had never experienced such extremes in climate and she once again questioned the decision to allow the lad to accompany to the Great White North. She hadn’t asked Baego along, but she hadn’t stopped him either.
”They grow up so fast, don’t they?”
Alethea looked up at the sound of the woman’s voice. The woman was glancing before her and the shivering form against Alethea’s side, meaning she was talking about Baego. Alethea felt her throat constrict when she realised the woman was address her and she had asked her a question. The thief’s mind was sent into a whirl, scrambling to come up with an answer. A few moments passed and the woman was still looking at her expectantly.
“I, um, I do not have enough experience with children nor do I have any offspring of my own to be able to give you an adequate response.” Alethea’s response came out rushed and as soon as she saw the slightly confused and surprised look on the woman’s face, knew she had said the wrong thing once again.
The woman merely nodded uncertainly, before turning to talk to someone else. Alethea let out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding, glad she would not have to engage in conversation with her fellow traveller any more. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the woman and her companion shooting her glances as they spoke to each other. Clearly they were talking about her. Alethea ignored them. She was used to it.
“You could have answered that one,” she muttered quietly to Baego.
The lad raised his head to look at her. “It was a statement and a question. All you had to do was agree with her.”
Oh. Alethea hadn’t known that, but filed it away for later use.
“And 'offspring’? Don’t call children that.”
Again, the unknown snippet was filed away.
The pace the company of traders was setting was unforgiving and as Baego shivered uncontrollably next to her, Alethea found herself worrying for the young boy’s health. Having lived his entire life in the south, he was not used to such harsh weather. Even though he had spent time living without a roof over his head, Alethea knew that the boy had never experienced such extremes in climate and she once again questioned the decision to allow the lad to accompany to the Great White North. She hadn’t asked Baego along, but she hadn’t stopped him either.
”They grow up so fast, don’t they?”
Alethea looked up at the sound of the woman’s voice. The woman was glancing before her and the shivering form against Alethea’s side, meaning she was talking about Baego. Alethea felt her throat constrict when she realised the woman was address her and she had asked her a question. The thief’s mind was sent into a whirl, scrambling to come up with an answer. A few moments passed and the woman was still looking at her expectantly.
“I, um, I do not have enough experience with children nor do I have any offspring of my own to be able to give you an adequate response.” Alethea’s response came out rushed and as soon as she saw the slightly confused and surprised look on the woman’s face, knew she had said the wrong thing once again.
The woman merely nodded uncertainly, before turning to talk to someone else. Alethea let out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding, glad she would not have to engage in conversation with her fellow traveller any more. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the woman and her companion shooting her glances as they spoke to each other. Clearly they were talking about her. Alethea ignored them. She was used to it.
“You could have answered that one,” she muttered quietly to Baego.
The lad raised his head to look at her. “It was a statement and a question. All you had to do was agree with her.”
Oh. Alethea hadn’t known that, but filed it away for later use.
“And 'offspring’? Don’t call children that.”
Again, the unknown snippet was filed away.
I'd suggest it be something where he would've believed he was doing the right thing and performing his duty right up to the point where she revealed he'd been played. It all depends on exactly what it was that got stolen, its importance to his people and just how much of an idiot he looked when everyone realised what had happened.@SimplyJohn
Of course, there's also the option that no-one back home knows the item has been stolen yet, and he's in a mad chase to recover it quickly so he can replace it before his mistake is discovered. Again that would give him reason to be part of the team, as he'd be there following her.
Very clever. I'll wait and see what @Kalas says though.
Given that his character is now an outlaw from his people, maybe he was just following her not for his government/reputation anymore, but more for personal revenge. She did cause him to loose his rank and reputation by playing him like a sci-fi fiddle after all. Probably some shame over being seduced as well? I'll wait and see what @Kalas thinks or if he has other ideas.
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If you wanted to get really messy, perhaps she managed to trick him into helping her steal the item in some way? Then he'd have an honour debt to make up for as well as revenge.
Oooo I like it! Extra mess with messy sprinkles on top, very good :D Though quick question, what do you mean by honour debt? Do you mean like restoring his reputation?
@Kalas Now how did she trick him? Do you want her to do it my manipulating him if he had feelings for her or maybe... er.... something else?
The long ride from the Naval Base where she had been held did not do much to improve Marga’s mood. She had not anticipated she speed at which she would be dispatched to the Lone Star and as such, had had to put together a rather ramshackle plan to escape. Normally one for meticulously careful planning when breaking out of jail cells, Marga had had to improvise. Without her equipment, without back-up and with officers guarding her that had been given the strictest orders of “do not engage with the prisoner, or else” her options for escape had been severely limited. Her escape attempt had ultimately been unsuccessful and had ended when several thousand volts of energy had been applied to her body, rendering her unconscious. Waking up already boarded on the ship carrying her closer to the Lone Star had not improved her mood either.
She’d flashed the pilot a smile that had had too much teeth, judging by how he had seemed slightly nervous afterwards. Marga berated herself for that, annoyed that she’d put the man on high alter. She waited many hours for the chance to try again, this time with a gentler, more friendly approach, but the opportunity did not present itself. The long hours waiting for the chance did allow her to take in and analyse her surroundings however. The other members on board the ship did not bother her, with the exception of the Visipian. If he held a grudge against her - and Marga was pretty sure he did - then that was just another problem to add to the increasingly growing list. She’d been careful not to catch his eye so far.
The real kicker for Marga though, was that it appeared that she was the only one here against her will as she was the only member of the crew handcuffed. Furthermore, she was the only one without any equipment on her person. If the fact did not irk her so much, she would congratulate the Navy on the quality of their handcuffs. Clearly they weren’t taking any chances after her failed escape attempt back at the base.
Marga rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes, focusing on twisting her hands and running her fingers over the handcuffs, looking for weaknesses. Without her lock picking and hacking equipment, escaping her constraints would be difficult. Difficult but not impossible. However, there was still the matter of what she would then do. Marga was contemplating her options when the pilot’s voice interrupted her thoughts, announcing that they had arrived.
She’d flashed the pilot a smile that had had too much teeth, judging by how he had seemed slightly nervous afterwards. Marga berated herself for that, annoyed that she’d put the man on high alter. She waited many hours for the chance to try again, this time with a gentler, more friendly approach, but the opportunity did not present itself. The long hours waiting for the chance did allow her to take in and analyse her surroundings however. The other members on board the ship did not bother her, with the exception of the Visipian. If he held a grudge against her - and Marga was pretty sure he did - then that was just another problem to add to the increasingly growing list. She’d been careful not to catch his eye so far.
The real kicker for Marga though, was that it appeared that she was the only one here against her will as she was the only member of the crew handcuffed. Furthermore, she was the only one without any equipment on her person. If the fact did not irk her so much, she would congratulate the Navy on the quality of their handcuffs. Clearly they weren’t taking any chances after her failed escape attempt back at the base.
Marga rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes, focusing on twisting her hands and running her fingers over the handcuffs, looking for weaknesses. Without her lock picking and hacking equipment, escaping her constraints would be difficult. Difficult but not impossible. However, there was still the matter of what she would then do. Marga was contemplating her options when the pilot’s voice interrupted her thoughts, announcing that they had arrived.
Name: “Call me Marga” is how she’s most likely to answer the question “what’s your name?” Whether that’s her real name or not remains unanswered.
Race: Marga’s brother tells her that his best guess on her lineage would be half-human, a man from one of the space colonies probably, and then of course their absent mother. Their mother came from a race of people called the Thuboisii that travel the various galaxies, intent on expanding their people’s knowledge and understanding in all matters.
Marga has inherited some features of the Thuboisii from her maternal genes. Her mind processes information quick and puzzles or problems present themselves to her easily, allowing her to find solutions rapidly. Similarly, her five senses are heightened beyond that of a full-breed human.
Appearance:
Marga’s physical appearance differs very little from that of a regular human. Though perhaps shorter than average, standing at only 5’5, most of the time she is indistinguishable from the human race. However, when experiencing emotions in their extremes such as anger, arousal or sadness, her skin changes colour to the characteristic light blue and intricate patterning of the Thuboisii people. She has little to no control over the change.
Personality: Marga’s personality is best described as feline for the most part. She observes those around her with a demeanour of having little interest or care in their goings on, however she is quietly cataloguing information that may be valuable to her at a later date. Furthermore, like a feline, Marga does not exactly do “friendly” all too well. Be sure that when the mood takes her or the situation arises, she can be completely charming and charismatic, often talking her way out of a dangerous situation or likewise, talking her way into someone’s interests. Manipulation of people’s emotions is easy for Marga. When she sees an opening in a person’s metaphorical armour, she pounces on the opportunity given to her. Extracting people’s secrets from them without them even realising that they are giving them away is the art form of a grifter - and Marga is no doubt one of the best. Indeed, she enjoys exercising her skills of manipulation and persuasion when given the chance, be this by deception, intimidation or seduction.
Marga’s own emotions are not kept in check all too well. While she can act pious and meek, those adjectives are not what anyone who knew the young woman would use to describe her. She sees most insults as a challenge - a character fault which has led her into trouble more than once. Ever eager to prove she as earned her place among her fellow pirates, thieves and bandits by her own merit and skill and not by warming the leaders’ beds, she can be rather reckless.
Marga takes the outlook on life that it is very person for themselves. Though she has her brother, she does not do herself the disservice of relying on him too much for the day may come when they are no longer together. Each person’s demons and troubles are their own problem. If they fall beneath the weight and darkness of them, so be it. If a person is not useful to her, they are dispensable and that is just the way of the worlds. As a result, she constantly fears someone better replacing her role in the band of thieves she belongs to.
Skills: Marga’s hard-earned place in her band of thieves is secure for the moment as she hasn’t come across anyone who can exceed her infiltration skills. Whereas the tactic of others is to go in all guns blazing and take over a ship by force, Marga adopts a much more stealthier approach. Locked doors are no obstacle for her, whether she is locked out or in, as she is an expert hacker and lock-picker. Her methods of infiltration involve sabotage - rot a ship from the inside out without anyone even realising she was there. Then, her fellow thieves can attack a weakened and distressed vessel.
Another skill Marga could be considered an expert in is explosives. While she is light of foot and generally can either avoid or hack security systems, being detected can sometimes be a problem. Her plan B in such situations for a successful getaway are her trusty explosives. BOOM.
Marga is rather proficient in such areas of climbing, abseiling and squeezing/crawling through tight spaces like air vents as her much smaller size and flexibility allows her to do this. Her heightened senses also give her improved hand-to-eye co-ordination. Where she lacks skill is in hand-to-hand combat and knowledge of various weaponry. Her solution when faced with such confrontation is to escape the immediate situation and recalculate her next move. Physically she is not much of an opponent, but intellectually she can bring a man to his knees.
Non-standard Abilities: Marga cannot recite to you great works of literature or poetry, but give her an untracked algorithm and she’ll break it for you quicker than you thought possible. The Thuboisii have a superior brain in terms of intelligence and storage capacity than that of a lot of other races as they have unlocked more parts of the brain than most. While Marga does not posses the full extent of these attributes, she has an eidetic memory and an ability to pick up information and instructions fast.
Equipment:
Goggles (see appearance): Marga’s googles can pick up changes in temperature (helpful in detecting a person’s body heat) and traces of various elements. They are essentially a data base and are excellent when tracking a chemical signature of either a specific race or item.
Explosives and Mask (see appearance): Not all of the explosives Marga constructs are simply made to go boom. There are flash grenades made to blind and stun people; small, localised charges made to block passageways; smoke bombs made to provide cover and toxic or chemical bombs made for various purposes but most regularly to render a room of people unconscious. Her specialised mask allows her to breath and not experience any of the effects from her explosives.
Lock-picking and hacking equipment: Old school and high tech, Marga can turn her hand to both.
Taser gun (see appearance): Located on her left hand, Marga’s taser looks deceptively like a rather nasty knuckle duster. However, the sheer amount of voltage fired from the small taser gun is enough to render nearly all species unconscious. Depending on the quality of an opponent’s armour, they are not always left unconscious but will experience something similar to having received a blow to the head or having been drugged. The taser is accurate over a range of fifteen feet, any more and results vary considerably.
Bio: Marga was primarily raised by her much older brother, Caael, who is also half Thuboisii. Her brother’s other half is unknown but is most certainly not human. Marga’s mother left her with her brother because to the Thuboisii, nothing is more important than the pursuit of knowledge - even family. Given that neither child showed the promise or desire to gather knowledge and intelligence from the universe, they were abandoned. This is not an uncommon trait of the Thuboisii.
Marga’s brother was already an established member of a group of thieves when Marga was unceremoniously left in his care. His skill as a pilot had earned him a place among one of the most exclusive criminal groups which was compromised of various experts from across the galaxies. Instead of leaving her behind, Caael established a bond with the young child left in his care and brought her into the fold. Growing up surrounded by pirates, bandits and thieves, Marga’s path in life was unsurprising. Though, her rising beyond being a standard crew member to an essential and trusted member of the inner circle was.
What led Marga to becoming a member of the team breaching the Lone Star was a botched heist. She and several other members of the infamous group of thieves called the Armada were captured by the United Alliance Navy. Contrary to the saying, there is little honour amongst thieves and so, upon learning on the unique skills Marga possessed, she was given the choice between following her fellow crew members in their executions or joining a task force being sent to explore the Lone Star. Marga chose the later and began planning her escape. Well, that and her revenge. Being a saboteur herself, she could tell that her captured had not being accidental.
Quote: ”Whatever isn’t bolted down is my business. If I can sell it, spend it or trade with it, it’s as good as already mine. And if I don’t get caught, I deserve everything I steal.”
FYI, Though this isn't a primary focus of the story, I'm open to romance with this character if anyone is interested.
Race: Marga’s brother tells her that his best guess on her lineage would be half-human, a man from one of the space colonies probably, and then of course their absent mother. Their mother came from a race of people called the Thuboisii that travel the various galaxies, intent on expanding their people’s knowledge and understanding in all matters.
Marga has inherited some features of the Thuboisii from her maternal genes. Her mind processes information quick and puzzles or problems present themselves to her easily, allowing her to find solutions rapidly. Similarly, her five senses are heightened beyond that of a full-breed human.
Appearance:
Marga’s physical appearance differs very little from that of a regular human. Though perhaps shorter than average, standing at only 5’5, most of the time she is indistinguishable from the human race. However, when experiencing emotions in their extremes such as anger, arousal or sadness, her skin changes colour to the characteristic light blue and intricate patterning of the Thuboisii people. She has little to no control over the change.
Personality: Marga’s personality is best described as feline for the most part. She observes those around her with a demeanour of having little interest or care in their goings on, however she is quietly cataloguing information that may be valuable to her at a later date. Furthermore, like a feline, Marga does not exactly do “friendly” all too well. Be sure that when the mood takes her or the situation arises, she can be completely charming and charismatic, often talking her way out of a dangerous situation or likewise, talking her way into someone’s interests. Manipulation of people’s emotions is easy for Marga. When she sees an opening in a person’s metaphorical armour, she pounces on the opportunity given to her. Extracting people’s secrets from them without them even realising that they are giving them away is the art form of a grifter - and Marga is no doubt one of the best. Indeed, she enjoys exercising her skills of manipulation and persuasion when given the chance, be this by deception, intimidation or seduction.
Marga’s own emotions are not kept in check all too well. While she can act pious and meek, those adjectives are not what anyone who knew the young woman would use to describe her. She sees most insults as a challenge - a character fault which has led her into trouble more than once. Ever eager to prove she as earned her place among her fellow pirates, thieves and bandits by her own merit and skill and not by warming the leaders’ beds, she can be rather reckless.
Marga takes the outlook on life that it is very person for themselves. Though she has her brother, she does not do herself the disservice of relying on him too much for the day may come when they are no longer together. Each person’s demons and troubles are their own problem. If they fall beneath the weight and darkness of them, so be it. If a person is not useful to her, they are dispensable and that is just the way of the worlds. As a result, she constantly fears someone better replacing her role in the band of thieves she belongs to.
Skills: Marga’s hard-earned place in her band of thieves is secure for the moment as she hasn’t come across anyone who can exceed her infiltration skills. Whereas the tactic of others is to go in all guns blazing and take over a ship by force, Marga adopts a much more stealthier approach. Locked doors are no obstacle for her, whether she is locked out or in, as she is an expert hacker and lock-picker. Her methods of infiltration involve sabotage - rot a ship from the inside out without anyone even realising she was there. Then, her fellow thieves can attack a weakened and distressed vessel.
Another skill Marga could be considered an expert in is explosives. While she is light of foot and generally can either avoid or hack security systems, being detected can sometimes be a problem. Her plan B in such situations for a successful getaway are her trusty explosives. BOOM.
Marga is rather proficient in such areas of climbing, abseiling and squeezing/crawling through tight spaces like air vents as her much smaller size and flexibility allows her to do this. Her heightened senses also give her improved hand-to-eye co-ordination. Where she lacks skill is in hand-to-hand combat and knowledge of various weaponry. Her solution when faced with such confrontation is to escape the immediate situation and recalculate her next move. Physically she is not much of an opponent, but intellectually she can bring a man to his knees.
Non-standard Abilities: Marga cannot recite to you great works of literature or poetry, but give her an untracked algorithm and she’ll break it for you quicker than you thought possible. The Thuboisii have a superior brain in terms of intelligence and storage capacity than that of a lot of other races as they have unlocked more parts of the brain than most. While Marga does not posses the full extent of these attributes, she has an eidetic memory and an ability to pick up information and instructions fast.
Equipment:
Goggles (see appearance): Marga’s googles can pick up changes in temperature (helpful in detecting a person’s body heat) and traces of various elements. They are essentially a data base and are excellent when tracking a chemical signature of either a specific race or item.
Explosives and Mask (see appearance): Not all of the explosives Marga constructs are simply made to go boom. There are flash grenades made to blind and stun people; small, localised charges made to block passageways; smoke bombs made to provide cover and toxic or chemical bombs made for various purposes but most regularly to render a room of people unconscious. Her specialised mask allows her to breath and not experience any of the effects from her explosives.
Lock-picking and hacking equipment: Old school and high tech, Marga can turn her hand to both.
Taser gun (see appearance): Located on her left hand, Marga’s taser looks deceptively like a rather nasty knuckle duster. However, the sheer amount of voltage fired from the small taser gun is enough to render nearly all species unconscious. Depending on the quality of an opponent’s armour, they are not always left unconscious but will experience something similar to having received a blow to the head or having been drugged. The taser is accurate over a range of fifteen feet, any more and results vary considerably.
Bio: Marga was primarily raised by her much older brother, Caael, who is also half Thuboisii. Her brother’s other half is unknown but is most certainly not human. Marga’s mother left her with her brother because to the Thuboisii, nothing is more important than the pursuit of knowledge - even family. Given that neither child showed the promise or desire to gather knowledge and intelligence from the universe, they were abandoned. This is not an uncommon trait of the Thuboisii.
Marga’s brother was already an established member of a group of thieves when Marga was unceremoniously left in his care. His skill as a pilot had earned him a place among one of the most exclusive criminal groups which was compromised of various experts from across the galaxies. Instead of leaving her behind, Caael established a bond with the young child left in his care and brought her into the fold. Growing up surrounded by pirates, bandits and thieves, Marga’s path in life was unsurprising. Though, her rising beyond being a standard crew member to an essential and trusted member of the inner circle was.
What led Marga to becoming a member of the team breaching the Lone Star was a botched heist. She and several other members of the infamous group of thieves called the Armada were captured by the United Alliance Navy. Contrary to the saying, there is little honour amongst thieves and so, upon learning on the unique skills Marga possessed, she was given the choice between following her fellow crew members in their executions or joining a task force being sent to explore the Lone Star. Marga chose the later and began planning her escape. Well, that and her revenge. Being a saboteur herself, she could tell that her captured had not being accidental.
Quote: ”Whatever isn’t bolted down is my business. If I can sell it, spend it or trade with it, it’s as good as already mine. And if I don’t get caught, I deserve everything I steal.”
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FYI, Though this isn't a primary focus of the story, I'm open to romance with this character if anyone is interested.
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