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Emma didn't protest as she watched the bodies of Padma and Alexis be taken. She didn't speak on the ride back to campus. She didn't resist as they shoved her into the hospital room. She did what the nurses and doctors told her without a word.

She wasn't even crying anymore. Entirely despondent to an extent that bordered on theatrical.

That was until he came. The person in question, of course, was Benediction. She glanced up at the retinue of guards. He was barely visible between them but there was no mistaking it. She'd seen him on the news more times than she could count, browsed message boards dedicated to his glory, seen every fake sex tape where an actor dressed in his likeness got a go at an equally fake Sparrow- she could go on, but it would be best to leave it at that. But hell, it would be impossible for any person that was even a little up to date with current events not to recognize him. John Lennon had nothing against Benediction- that is to say he is 'bigger than Jesus' in a very literal sense.

And that made it all the more suspicious that he was here. Benediction was incredibly hard to obtain- both due to his aloof attitude and the myriad of red tape that one would have to go thorough to obtain the government's most important asset, arguably the most important person living on this Earth. He might not be able to fight but he was with very little doubt the most powerful of the Precursors. The power to circumvent death was something sacred, something must be kept safe from those that would abuse it.

So why was he here, wasting his time on a random group of students? Very suspicious. Of course there was only one conclusion:

We're important to them... but why?

Emma didn't have a clue as to the why, but it was clear that if Benediction was here to heal them they were important indeed. It was hard to imagine that a group of fledgling mages would warrant the attention of Precursor, but they did all the same.

Another thought dawned on her:

Are the others still dead?

After all if the living students were healed, why not the dead? Could the two she had worried over so much have been brought back?

She certainly hoped so. She could even... she could ask, couldn't she?

"W-wait..." She called out for the Precursor weakly, but he paid her no mind, already disappearing through the doors at the other end of the room. That wasn't a surprise. Why would the almighty Benediction pay any attention to her, or any of them? They were but a minor annoyance in his daily routine and nothing more. How vain could she be to think that he would care about her, let alone that he would go out of his way to find the bodies of the others? She that little bit of hope disappear, getting up slowly from the hospital bed, wounds now healed. She looked down at herself. Her clothes were still shredded but she was no longer covered in small scratches from the witch's attack

As soon as she was allowed to leave she did so without a word, sulking all the way back to her dorm. She didn't have words for Lawrence or Hazel.

That night she would take an inconsiderately long shower and then go to bed without a word, where a long, deep, sleep awaited her.
『𝔼𝕞𝕞𝕒 ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝』 『𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 ℝ𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤』 『𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕖 𝔸𝕝𝕜𝕒𝕟𝕒』



ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕥 / / @Diggerton@ERode@January


𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟛, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟 ℂ𝕦𝕝𝕡𝕒𝕖 𝟙 / / ℕ𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕤 / / 𝟚𝟙𝟜𝟘



The slap connected, flicking Shane's head to the side. He didn't respond for a moment, looking towards the distance to his right. Eventually, he turned back to Emma.

"Anything else?" he asked quietly.

Emma looked down. She was still crying. She wanted to believe that hitting Shane would make her feel better, but it didn’t. Having someone to blame didn’t make it better either. The fact that he just stood there made her angrier, but she knew that taking another swing at him wouldn’t help. She looked towards the bodies, holding her gaze over them. She took a breath, tears still flowing but no longer sobbing.

”What… what are they going to do with them?"

Shane shrugged, jaw tensed at the answer he wasn't going to give.

"Whatever they want," he finally replied.

Emma gritted her teeth. She knew that he was well aware of exactly what would happen to the bodies and that she wouldn’t like the answer. She was smart enough to know that, at least.

”So that’s how it is, huh? They’re not going to bury them, are they?" Her voice was filled with an odd calmness. She was still angry. Angry at Shane, but now angrier at Zhang and all of USARILN. She wouldn’t exactly be able to take her anger out on Zhang like she had on him, but…

It doesn’t have to be like this…

Devotion and Determination appeared at Emma’s flank. She finally bought her gaze to meet Shane.

”Like hell they'll do what they want.” Now her voice was filled with anger. ”Two holes. Two feet by seven feet, six feet deep." The tulpas didn’t take long to follow orders.

They didn't get the specifications right, but the tulpas dug out two uneven holes in the ground with their hands. Determination's hole was significantly larger than Devotion's, which remained digging in the dirt long after the other tulpa had finished.

"You're burying them here." A voice called out close by. Amethyst eyes flickered from one 'monster' to another, before Brent finally laid his eyes upon the self-righteous wreck and the self-loathing demigod. He didn't think he disliked either of them. But this in particular...this was somewhat dislikeable.

Shane sighed and turned back to Lily and Christmas.

"Do what you want," he muttered without looking at her. It was too cruel to tell her they'd dig the bodies up later. Too cruel to tell her subnaturals don't get burials or graves. "Nice to meet you, by the way. I'm Shane."

With that, he sat back down, keeping an eye on Lily.

Emma disregarded the boy that she now knew as Shane. She didn’t want to play his game anymore. With their task done Determination and Devotion dissipated. As for Brent she turned to him, ”If not here than where? Didn’t you hear him? They do what they want with their bodies. They’re willing to send untrained kids into battle, you think they’re going to bury them?” She began walking towards what was formerly Padma and Alexis. ”Lend me a hand. Their pallbearer’s shouldn’t be those… things.” She said, referring to her own tulpas.

”Unless you want to hand them over to Zhang so she can do whatever she wants with them, that is. They deserve more than that.”

He looked at those two bodies, one with her throat torn out and another with her skull caved in. Repulsive. Her anger and her paranoia. Dislikeable. A subnatural was just a lump of meat once they died. What value could be garnered from probing the magical with the scientific? It didn't make sense. It seemed like less work for the school. And to be buried where they died? Buried while everyone else was too busy with their own drama to give two fucks?

That girl's reasons were dislikeable. Her compromise was dislikeable. But her decision? Likeable.

“I can admire that, honestly,” he smiled, “but you’re compromising too much. If you don’t hide their graves, then Zhang can just send someone to pick them up later. The cuffs are still on them, after all. On the other hand, if they DO bury students or send these bodies back to their family, you denied these two a funeral and a proper grave. A dead body isn’t magical, after all, and I know that first hand.”

Was he detached? He was much too detached. Was he energetic? Much too energetic.

“So to cover both grounds, why not cremate them? If you want, you can store them in a jar and send them to their relatives, or you can scatter them in the wind so they find their own resting place in the world.”

Was he helpful? Much too helpful.

Emma frowned. She stopped walking towards the bodies. She wanted to believe that Zhang would give them a funeral or send them back to their families but that was far too optimistic.

”You’re right… y-you’re right, but we don’t have the resources to cremate them, do we?” She sounded defeated. She wanted to cry again. She wanted to believe that she was doing the right thing, defying Zhang, doing right by the dead. She wanted to believe she was acting like some sort of hero, but he was right. Burying them wouldn’t cut it. Zhang would find them and dig them up.

”Don’t fool yourself… they’re not going to bury them. They’re not going to send them back to their families. Don’t you remember what they call us? Subnaturals. We’re less than human to them. They don’t care.” She hesitated. Tears came to her again- it seemed that all she could do was cry.

”But you’re still right. It’s pointless, isn’t it? I guess that’s the world we live in.” She started walking back to the truck.

You’re far too melodramatic. Who cares? She didn’t think it was her stigma that was whispering at the back of her head.

Yes, he was just a ball full of helpfulness, wasn't he?

Brent wanted to say that they had a dragon here and that dragons breathed fire. But he couldn't confirm that, and he didn't even know if that fire was strong enough for it. He wanted to bring up his personal thoughts that subnaturals became 'natural' once they were dead, but that wasn't going to comfort her, was it?

But why did he care about her at all? Because she was crying? Because she was a cute girl? Because he enjoyed stroking his ego?

Yeah, that might be right.

It'd be simpler if that was the case.

But it wasn't the tears, nor the beauty, nor the ego.

He disliked those eyes.

Brent looked back at the four bodies, two that mattered and two that did not.

He watched those bodies.

Emma quivered with anger. She'd never done that before. She'd never felt like she did right now in the entirety of her 'normal' life. She'd never seen people die. She'd never been so close to monsters, let alone fought them. She'd never fought anything. She never imagined that she'd be a subnatural, never conceived that she'd be a prisoner in a research institute, that she'd become a weapon to fight DC's creations, that she'd have the responsibility to fight for the sake of her friends or the people of Crimen Culpae 1, she'd never imagined-

Today was filled with a lot of things she had never done or imagined doing.

Most importantly she'd never hit someone in her life. She wanted to now. More than anything she wanted to wipe the sneer from Shane's face.

They died because he wasn't here fast enough.

Aren't I just blaming him for your own mistakes? They died because I wasn't strong enough, didn't they?

It doesn't matter anyways, does it? I can forget about him and the others, they don't matter.

I don't matter either, do I? I can just end my suffering, can't I? No one would notice, would they?

Emma was never good at separating what thought were her own and which were her stigma's. What she was good at keeping her emotions in check, but now she didn't feel like restraining herself. She didn't want to hold back. She didn't want to put on a fake smile and forgive the pink-haired stranger.

She did want to hit him, so that's what she did. Her hand cocked back, sending her open palm flying towards the boy's cheek.

Emma tracked the two tulpas, hoping, praying their attack would hit and she wouldn't get Callan hurt again. Cal landed her own blow against the eyepion and then everything went to chaos. The battlefield turned to glass, no, crystal, spreading over everything- everything indeed, Emma realized as the crystals crawled up her own body. She tried to struggle against them but it was to no avail. She would then immediately find out that her struggle was pointless- the crystal was her allies creation, not an enemy's attack. As their coating completed they morphed into a bubble that encapsulated her then rose from the ground up skyward towards safety.

The scene below was absolute carnage. The crystals killed everything that wasn't on their side, spaghetti and all. It was like a bomb but much more terrifying, shredding everything within it's radius, turning what was once Menagerie's monsters into viscera and gore. But even this wasn't deemed enough, as the crystal dome collapsed into itself and then into the earth below, creating a gigantic crater hundreds of meters deep. Slowly, gradually, Emma was returned to the ground to admire the aftermath.

She didn't want to see any of it.

She sat down, taking the chance to rest. She decided then and there that she was not cut out for battle. But this was her life now, wasn't it? Why couldn't DC have picked someone else... She lamented to herself, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. She glanced around. She was next to everyone, assembled once again as a group... a group and two corpses It seemed like every time they were a group more there were more bodies. She let herself topple over, landing on her back, looking up to the sky. She didn't know them, but she cried all the same. She told herself that she could be friends with her 'classmates'- well, two were dead and the one that by her roughest estimation counted as a 'friend' more than likely didn't give a shit about her. Tears ran loose from her face. She very suddenly stood up. Her gaze honed in on the boy, the newcomer with pink hair. She saw him next to a now caged Sander- no doubt a result of his power. Emma had seen the result of many powers today, and she was quickly losing her appetite for 'superheros'.

She walked towards the him with intent, tears still streaming down her face. She wanted to yell at him. She wanted someone to blame. She wanted to scream, but instead a whisper came out. "W-what... what was the point of any of this? Why d-did they have to... why did they have to die?" She gestured weakly towards bodies that were once students of USARILN, "Why couldn't you have saved them... why... why were we sent... you have all that power, but it was us... we're the ones that had to fight? They were the ones that had to die? For what? To b-buy time for you to get here?" Her voice wanted to be angry but it was weak, frail, threatening to break. She wanted to hit the pink-haired stranger but felt more like falling over. Her crying turned into sobbing. Through her convulsions words escaped, "Why... couldn't... you... have... been... here... sooner?"

Her clothes were shredded, she was covered in pockmarks and dried blood, and she had turned into a blubbering idiot. Emma Halwell was a mess.

@January
1. mfw I don't have my banner on this computer

2. wow that didn't need to be a collab

3. Emma got an upgrade, putting in CS


Emma didn't respond to Kusari, at least not at first. The girl she had thought was dying was now standing, almost whole once again. But therein lay exactly what terrified Emma: Kusari was not as she once was. Emma cringed away- it was certainly a ghastly sight, perhaps even moreso than when she was 'dying'. Not, not quite, but... this isn't right... Emma wasn't quite prepared to see something so clearly unnatural as Kuari's leg, which would fit better in Jurrasic Park than on the field in front of her. It did appear that Kusari was indeed, as Emma had suspected, alive by the grace of her power. Emma stood up. She was sure that she would be seeing much more stranger things in the near future, assuming she survived the battle.

The doll was resuming it's attack, quickly dispatching Emma's tulpas. If I want to win I need to control them better, or else they'll just blindly charge to their deaths.. She looked at Kusari, ”Are you able to fi-” the words stuck in Emma's throat. Something was happening...



A memory came to Emma...

A memory?

She wasn't sure if it was an old experience, or a new one. She sat alone on a beach, the white sand cool against her feet having long since been shaded by the umbrella overhead. She wasn't herself, at least not the self she was on the battlefield fighting Menagarie's monsters. She was younger, or at least she felt younger.

Wait, alone?

She wasn't alone. In fact, she was surrounded by people. By friends. Friends from before USARILN, before stigmas, before powers, before being something less than human. She was normal- just a normal high school girl, in a completely ordinary world. At least what qualified as ordinary when you lived in a world inhabited by Dreamcatcher.

She only felt alone.

Her friends around her chatted, played, lived. She curled up in her chair by herself. She did the minimum, spoke when spoken to, obliged them when they wanted talk, but she wasn't really there. This was a long time ago. She wasn't good a faking it. Perhaps she only had friends because they were obligated to hang out with her?

She didn't like wearing a bikini.

In truth she felt exposed. Like everyone was looking at her, the parts that she didn't want other people to see. She wanted to hide herself in more ways than one. Cover up and slip away where no one could see her.

The ocean called to her.

She got up for the first time since she had gotten to the beach and began to walk towards it. Cautiously, slowly, tip-toeing in fear of alerting those around her to her presence. Or was it something else she feared? The ocean's surface was glassy and still.

Still? There were suppoused to be waves, weren't there?

She kneeled next to it in a careful, calculated manner. She realized that she wasn't afraid of the others, she was scared of the ocean. More accurately scared of the ocean first and her 'friends' second Scared yet drawn to it in an oxymoronic manner. She looked into the water's expanse. It was perfectly clear- she could see al the way down to the distant floor of the ocean, hundreds of feet below.

Hundreds?

This wasn't a proper coast, she realized. It wasn't a gradual slope into the murky bottom but a sudden dropoff like the rim of a glass. There was something down there at the bottom. Something writhing, something hungry, something that was beyond her understanding in every possible way. Something vast. It called to her.

She really was alone now.

The people around her bled away into the background, and she felt at one with the ocean and the force it held and that terrified her. She felt it entering her and her entering it... but it was just a drop. It was consuming so much of her but she consumed so little of it.

She was tainted.



Suddenly she was back on the battlefield. The doll was in front of her, Kusari was next to her, and no time had passed at all. She never left, she had been there all along, she realized. She was trying to remember what she was saying but she couldn't. She took a breath and suddenly before her were Determination and Devotion. But Determination was different. It was no longer fluid like the rest of the Tulpas- it was now solid, covered in black plating that resembled chitin.

The ocean's power? Is this what I was scared of?

She needed to stop the doll.

”Devotion, slow the doll and then attack with Determination. Try to topple the doll.” Her words were steady- she wasn't sure what she was doing, but it sounded a little more like she was.

Between seeing Kusari stand to her feet with what looked like a mortal injury, to her now monstrous right leg that had replaced her normal one, the shock on Emma's face should have been expected. But it wasn't. Being looked at as if she were some abomination, it hurt her. She wouldn't admit it, and if they weren't about to be carved into pieces right now she would most likely be screaming at Emma right now. Instead of screaming, Kusari turned her gaze to the doll and watched as she grew accustomed to her leg. The first thing she noticed was how powerful it was. Standing on one leg, her body felt weightless. Using her sharp talons, she dug at the ground. The dirt easily broke apart as if she were digging into jello. She wasn't quite sure, but wasn't this leg really powerful?

Emma summoned her creatures again, this time the larger one appeared different than the last time she saw it. The creature looked like it could actually take more than a single hit now.

Emma commanded the two of them. Kusari watched, rubbing a crick in her neck as it finally healed. The ground around the doll turned to sludge, something that seemed a little more than useful given their foe's agility.

"Hey Emma..." Kusari muttered, tossing the bloody scarf to her. She'd apologize for dirtying it, but it wasn't as if she asked for it, her neck would have healed regardless. "Why are you sending the smaller one in to die? It looks like it's ability is far more useful than anything it could do physically..." She knew she was basically telling someone how to use their own ability, but it didn't seem logical to her. She hopped on her right leg a few times, then took a deep breath. "Keep it focused on slowing it down instead, and make sure it doesn't end up slowing me down as well." With that Kusari ran, and tripped onto her face. She silently got back to her feet, ignoring the fact that she had let out a fairly dainty yelp just now. She sprinted once more, this time adjusting her weight and speed properly. She would kick off of the ground with her powerful leg, land on it, and kick off again. You couldn't call it running really, it was more like jumping.

She curved around the doll, expecting Emma to handle her creatures properly enough to keep the target still. Now behind the doll, she knelled down, and launched herself towards the doll. Mustering all the strength she could, she sent a piercing slash towards the doll's back.

Emma nodded slowly at Kusari's suggestion. She called out, ”Devotion, stop... just slow the doll and try to not slow Kusari.” The tulpa quickly halted, now standing roughly inbetween Emma and the Doll.

Emma didn't have time to worry about Hazel's odd behavior- odd being relative to her earlier behavior, meaning she was now being extra-odd. Hazel didn't take the time to acknowledge Emma's question, simply ordering her to 'move' as the doll counter-attacked the duo. Hazel blocked the attack but that didn't mean Emma wasn't about to comply. The almost robotic girl was clearly not herself and that worried Emma quite a bit, meaning that she was eager to get out of the way. Emma scanned the battle around her. There wasn't an immediate threat coming towards her, so she had a moment to think about where she would be needed. The first thing she registered, of course, was Lawrence and now Hazel fighting the eye-scorpion creature. They seemed to have the situation reasonably handled, and either way the next thing that Emma saw quickly grabbed her attention.

Her eyes caught the other trio of roommates: Sander, Christmas, and Kusari. She made a number of very startling observations: Sander had just finished drinking Christmas' blood and was now charging into battle. Christmas was now a bleeding wreck. Kusari was dead.

Kusari was dead?

This isn't happening.

The realization hit Emma like a truck. She didn't have time to think about the fact that the Sander was apparently a vampire. She didn't have time to worry about the fetal Christmas or the rampaging Sander. She had just met Kusari only moments ago and now she was lying before her throat open, leg gone. Thoughts of Lawrence and Hazel slipped away as Emma ran over to the already pale, now pallid girl. She was covered in blood, both the monster's and her own. Dirt caked her clothes. Emma was now panicking, tears welling.

What do I do What do I do What do I do?

The single string of words repeated ad infinitum in her head. She was trying to remember what people in movies did in this situation. Not a great point of reference, she knew, but she hadn't exactly handled anything like this before and she was now in a very deep state of panic.

And then she realized as she approached that Kusari was, in fact, alive.

Emma's panic was replaced with even more panic. She was no longer dealing with a dead person but now a person that she needed to help. She heard Kusari's gurgles of pain. The white-haired girl was drowning in her own blood. Emma didn't know what to do. Shouldn't she be dead? Emma evaluated the girl's injuries. Her throat was torn open. Her leg was gone. Her power must be keeping her alive... I think? I don't know what I'm supposed to do... I have to try to make sure she doesn't die. Do I... I have to apply pressure, I think? Emma was still panicking but large doses of a adrenaline were giving her some semblance of composure. She was a blubbering mess that was on the verge of breaking down but at least her head was mostly clear, besides the occasional lash from her stigma.

You can't save her... in fact, you'll probably get her killed, won't you?

Emma shook her head, pushing away the intrusive thoughts. She fell down to the ground, kneeling next to the dying girl. She picked up Kusari, cradling her in her lap. Blood was now spilling over her pants, but that was the least of Emma's concern. Emma pulled off her scarf and used it as a makeshift rag, applying pressure against Kusari's throat, trying to stop the bleeding.

Emma had absolutely no idea if she was doing the right thing.

"Shit... shit shit shit." Emma wasn't prone to swearing but this situation seemed to call for it. "Kusari... it's..." Emma wanted to say it was going to be okay but that didn't really seem appropriate, given the fact that Kusari should by all rights be dead. "Your power is keeping you alive, isn't it? Is there anything... anything I can do?" The dismay in Emma's voice was clear. Emma didn't even think about the fact that the girl with no throat would be unable to communicate.

The sound of stomping caught Emma's attention. Dolls. Giant dolls, headed towards them and Christmas. Emma didn't have time to think about a battle strategy. Determination and Devotion appeared before her, her resolve apparently manifesting once again now the a dying girl was in her arms. "Stop the dolls!" Was the only order she gave the duo, although her voice for once wasn't hesitant. She now sounded like she really was commanding the creatures, no uncertainty present in her order.

@Piercing Light
@DiggertonDidn't you already rewrite it all once?


Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Edit: Non-meme response Edition: Yeah, this is my third pass at it. In my defense the second edition wasn't so much a rewrite as me adding more details because I felt like it need to be bigger. This time I mainly wanted two tackle two things I saw as pretty big problems for Emma in the OS:

1. Holy fuck did I flanderize the shit out of her. I kind of lost focus of who exactly my character was supposed to be and she became a total shy stuttering mess, which is totally off the mark of what I wanted.

2. I realized that instead of just using the OS to put down Emma's face observations of the personality section of other people CS's I should probably be using it more to say something about my character that wasn't already in my CS.

jan is a big loser
Alright, for any peeps that like reading opinion sheets I pretty much just entirely rewrote the entire thing + added entries for the new characters.

Emma was taken aback by the violence that her Tulpas acted with- even if it was just creatures that were in essence not real fighting each other before her she still cringed with the ferocity that Determination attacked the dog with. All this violence... it can't be right, can it? But... aren't we the good guys? She wasn't sure herself if what was happening before her was really okay- technically, as far as she knew the creatures Menagerie created were a threat, but it still felt wrong for her to command something to rip off a dog's head, even if the dog was trying to kill her.

She shook away her doubts. Right now she had to fight, for everyone else's sake- she couldn't worry about her own melodrama. She summoned Determination again...

Or, she tried to.

She tried again.

And then she realized she couldn't.

Of course her own self doubt was impeding her ability to muster up her determination, but Emma didn't understand her power or herself enough to make the connection. All she knew was that she wasn't feeling determined enough, with little understanding of what exactly that meant. Devotion looked back at Emma, clearly befuddled- or at least, once again Emma had personified the Tulpa and applied the emotion of confusion to a cursory glance back by the inhuman creature.

And then suddenly a scream broke out across the battlefield, louder than anything else. Emma glanced around- it wasn't anyone in her group, but she was sure that someone was gravely injured... and that was the best case scenario. Concern flashed over her face, but she knew she couldn't worry about the other groups. She needed to help Hazel and Lawrence and the others. She focused... she needed to help... and so came Charity. She knew that it had an energy drain of sorts- she doubted its effectiveness, but she did not have much choice. She glanced at the two dogs, considering them- in truth they were so pitiful that Emma couldn't bring herself to kill them, but she told herself that they were no longer threats and could be disregarded.

"Charity, Devotion, follow me!" She was slightly more comfortable commanding the creatures, but uncertainly still crept into her command. They followed all the same.

Instead she moved to back up Hazel and Lawrence, running to stand by the former. She glanced at the wound on her arm- they appeared superficial, but they were certainly worse than the meager pockmark's on Emma's own skin. She had to worry about the charging doll first, and to this end she called out to her Tulpas. "Devotion, slow the doll! Charity, drain it!" Her voice was shaky but they complied. She expected Hazel to attack it as well. Assuming they were successful and their safety was assured she would ask, "You're injured... are you okay Hazel?"
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