Jemma loved that split second of calm when she flew in the air. The sound of the battleground below gets drowned by the wind whirring in her ears, and there is a moment of soothing weightlessness. For that split second, she is back at home with a mother who was healthy and a father who never left. But then the sounds rush back all at once, and the pull of the maneuver gear whips her back into reality. Jemma's brow furrowed as she locked her sights on the monster rampaging through the street. Eight and a half meters, slow, with a tendency to use its mouth more often than its hands. The Titan in question stupidly dove headlong toward the base of the building, leaving strewn bits of concrete and a cloud of dust in its wake. This was her chance. She aimed and shot the left grappling hook at a nearby building and twisted into position as she reeled herself in and up onto the roof. The Titan was still on the ground, chomping away at something—at a leg, she noticed after a while, clad in the standard white of the Military. Her heart leaped into her throat, but she stubbornly swallowed it and forced herself to focus.
It would be her first kill, she realized. Jemma shot both grappling hooks at the Titan and watched as they dug into its back. The Titan writhed in discomfort and moved to take the wire out, but its hands couldn't quite reach. With blades at the ready, she reeled herself in and released the hooks after getting the momentum she needed. She swung her blades just as the Titan began to rouse, but before she could reach to cut at its nape, it had already turned around and she cut a chunk of its cheek instead. Unfazed by its cut, the Titan responded by opening its mouth and leaning in to get a bite out of her.
Shitshitshit. Jemma hurriedly pressed on the trigger and blindly released the hook at the building behind her, barely dodging the Titan's bite as she was pulled away. She braced for impact, but misjudged the distance of the building. It was closer than she expected, and she ended up crashing against its walls hard. Her whole back ached at the impact, and her leg started to sting where the Titan grazed it, but she gritted her teeth and readied her blades once again. She kept herself hooked on the building wall, even as the Titan raced toward her with its mouth opened wide in a twisted smile.
Wait for it, wait for it, she chanted, fighting the instinctive urge to dodge the oncoming attack. Jemma stayed rooted until the Titan bared its teeth, then fired the hooks at its shoulders right as it bit down. The Titan collided against the wall as it missed her, with enough impact that part of its head went through the building. It gave her just enough time to move about. Pressing on the trigger for the gas, she released enough to allow her to swing around its body and to its neck. This time, she moved faster, and swung wildly at its nape. Her cut was sloppy and wide, taking out a chunk bigger than necessary, but it had done the job.
Her first kill. It wasn't as epic as she imagined it to be, and she came out more bruised and battered than she would like, but there it was. A soft, slightly sardonic laugh escaped her lips. It seemed like a fitting graduation present, a taste of what she would be dealing with for the rest of her life. She lingered only for a second to watch as smoke rose from the Titan's rapidly decaying body, then started moving toward where the smoke was densest. After the attack, it had been pure chaos and she had been separated from the rest of the squad before she even realized. Jemma couldn't see anyone or anything through the thick smoke, but there was a familiar figure moving away from it that caught her eye.
"Sven!" she cried out excitedly, grinning despite the pain she felt all over her body. The thrill from her success, however ever meager it had been, strangely filled her with energy and a spark of hope. Her whole back was probably bruised and her right pant leg was turning red from the gash on her leg, but she was alive. It wasn't impossible to kill them. Slim as it may be, they had a chance. Jemma picked up the pace to match his, and smiled again, this time in relief. She always felt safer around friends. "Where are we off to?"
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Yay! Looking forward to it. 8D
The scientist called Herschel appeared to be overwhelmed by everyone crowding around him, but at least he finally decided to get going. He nervously led the group through elegant-looking buildings, ones she had definitely read about before. She grinned to herself as she passed by a gated building lined with intricate interweaving vines. High enough that it overlooked the ocean, it was said that glimpses of the mythical Kyogre could be seen from the top floor during particularly strong storms. Cecily stopped in her tracks to admire the building for what seemed like a second, but it seemed she took longer because the group was already disappearing in the horizon. After snapping a quick picture with her Xtransceiver, she tried to run after the group, but there was an incline that slowed her down tremendously. It didn't help that the trampling from earlier made her feet ache.
Before long, Cecily had only that loud girl's voice to guide her to their destination. She followed the trails of "oohs" and “ahhs" as she walked past more buildings and shops, and found them only after they paused to look at a grandiose fountain. Her cheeks were already starting to redden, but she refused to take a break. It was a relatively short walk from the docks; it wouldn't do if she were this tired already. Repositioning the suddenly heavy satchel that hung from her shoulder, she inhaled deeply, as if storing more oxygen now would prevent her from becoming winded later, and ran to catch the tail end of the group.
It wasn't long before they arrived at a plain brick building that was bland in comparison to what they'd seen. There, they were greeted by the jovial and slightly theatrical Professor Willow, whose promise of Pokémon made her grin with uncontrollable excitement. Already a list of possible available Pokemon crossed her mind. Cecily took the chance to rest while the professor left momentarily. She plopped down next to a boy, the one who almost gave her a heart attack a while back when he wordlessly appeared behind her, and fanned her flushed cheeks with her hands. Even after minimal physical exertion, it took a moment to regulate her heart rate.
Cecily nodded and smiled at the boy affably, staying quiet so as to not disturb his reading. She subtly craned her neck to read the title of his book—it looked quite interesting—and made a mental note to drop by the bookstore later. As she looked around and waited for her breathing to return to normal, Cecily belatedly realized it was also a good chance to properly look at everyone else with her. She'd been curious for a while, but all the moving about made it hard to focus. First off, the group had grown without her realizing. There was now a girl with long white hair and a raven-haired guy who seemed to be examining the group like she was. Then there were those she recognized from the dock. She wondered why she hadn't notice tall, blonde, and pink before. His fashion sense was amazing, although it needed more flowers and—holy crap. Cecily's eyes widened when she realized who the boy was. As a Kalos native, she ought to have recognized him right away. While she spent most of her time reading, every time she did watch TV, there was always news about the Kalosian movie star. Her older sister was a really big fan as well, and she definitely had to get his autograph for her later.
Before long, Cecily had only that loud girl's voice to guide her to their destination. She followed the trails of "oohs" and “ahhs" as she walked past more buildings and shops, and found them only after they paused to look at a grandiose fountain. Her cheeks were already starting to redden, but she refused to take a break. It was a relatively short walk from the docks; it wouldn't do if she were this tired already. Repositioning the suddenly heavy satchel that hung from her shoulder, she inhaled deeply, as if storing more oxygen now would prevent her from becoming winded later, and ran to catch the tail end of the group.
It wasn't long before they arrived at a plain brick building that was bland in comparison to what they'd seen. There, they were greeted by the jovial and slightly theatrical Professor Willow, whose promise of Pokémon made her grin with uncontrollable excitement. Already a list of possible available Pokemon crossed her mind. Cecily took the chance to rest while the professor left momentarily. She plopped down next to a boy, the one who almost gave her a heart attack a while back when he wordlessly appeared behind her, and fanned her flushed cheeks with her hands. Even after minimal physical exertion, it took a moment to regulate her heart rate.
Cecily nodded and smiled at the boy affably, staying quiet so as to not disturb his reading. She subtly craned her neck to read the title of his book—it looked quite interesting—and made a mental note to drop by the bookstore later. As she looked around and waited for her breathing to return to normal, Cecily belatedly realized it was also a good chance to properly look at everyone else with her. She'd been curious for a while, but all the moving about made it hard to focus. First off, the group had grown without her realizing. There was now a girl with long white hair and a raven-haired guy who seemed to be examining the group like she was. Then there were those she recognized from the dock. She wondered why she hadn't notice tall, blonde, and pink before. His fashion sense was amazing, although it needed more flowers and—holy crap. Cecily's eyes widened when she realized who the boy was. As a Kalos native, she ought to have recognized him right away. While she spent most of her time reading, every time she did watch TV, there was always news about the Kalosian movie star. Her older sister was a really big fan as well, and she definitely had to get his autograph for her later.
Ooh, everything's coming together. I'm getting excited to start! :D
Has everyone who showed interest posted their CS? Or are we waiting for others?
Has everyone who showed interest posted their CS? Or are we waiting for others?
Cecily didn't know how long it took before the crowd waned, but she waited until the last one had passed by before she got up. The experience left her relatively unscathed. A large man had stepped on her toes, and an old lady accidentally hit her with her suitcase, but it only left a little bruise. Nothing she couldn't handle. Dusting herself off, she brushed away the aggravation bubbling inside and forced herself to think happy thoughts. Getting trampled wasn't a very good start, but since her day started out so crappy, it could only get better from there. Besides, if she keeps moping around, she would definitely miss out on getting her first Pokémon. She nodded to herself, feeling slightly better already, and started toward the man with the lab coat. There was already a small group of what she assumed were new trainers (because of the lack of Pokemon in sight) gathering around him, comprised of people older than she expected. She thought she would be with a bunch of ten-year-olds, as per the usual, and that she would be the oldest of the bunch. But young or old, it was all the same. They were probably all starting out at the same time, and that means they would most likely cross paths in the beginning. The thought of possibly making new friends, ones that aren't forbidden to go near her because they sneezed once, made her grin excitedly. Cecily tried walking at a brisk pace, but she was out of breath before she even got to small group.
"Hey," she called out, just in case he and the group were already leaving. She arrived just as the old man, who looked familiar although she couldn't quite place him, finished talking about leagues or whatever it was. She took a moment to regain her composure before looking at the man with the lab coat square in the eyes. "Are you the one we go to for a Pokémon and an adventure? I'd like both, please."
"Hey," she called out, just in case he and the group were already leaving. She arrived just as the old man, who looked familiar although she couldn't quite place him, finished talking about leagues or whatever it was. She took a moment to regain her composure before looking at the man with the lab coat square in the eyes. "Are you the one we go to for a Pokémon and an adventure? I'd like both, please."
Name: Jemma Lovelock
Age: 15
Appearance: Jemma's time as a trainee has given her a healthier physique. Her once nearly emaciated figure has become a bit fuller. At five feet two and just ninety-five pounds, she's still quite slim, but with her preference for speed, it works in her favor. Jemma has a rounded heart-shaped face with full cheeks and tapering chin, small and slightly full lips, and button nose that give her a slightly childish look. Her eyebrows are neatly trimmed, and her icy blue eyes are framed by thick and messy lashes. She's quite pale. Despite prolonged time under the sun, she can't seem to tan, even though she really wants to. Her ash blonde hair is unnecessarily long—she's aware of it—but sentimentality has been preventing her from cutting it. Memories of her mother happily brushing her hair always surface when she contemplates cutting it, and she just can't bring herself to do it. When on duty, she clips her bangs up so they don’t obstruct her view and ties her hair up in a messy ponytail. She also has a habit of putting it up on a bun when things get particularly intense or when she gets fired up. If not in her uniform, Jemma usually wears a knee-length skirt paired with a blouse and low cut boots. She also lets her hair down or braids it.
Personality: Sprightly and good-humored, Jemma takes on the world like she has nary a concern. She has this playfulness about her that almost seems out of place with the current times. Very little perturbs her. She can get behind anything, even (or especially) the most bizarre of ideas or exploits. If it's fun, she's in. Breaking the rules for the sake of the greater good, or what she thinks is the greater good, doesn't bother her at all. She thinks it's even necessary sometimes, as long as it results in something better for humanity. Despite her apparent lack of concerns, she is not an optimist by any means. It's not like she thinks everything is fine as it is. No, Jemma knows dying is as likely to happen as anything else, and that is precisely why she makes the most of every day. Her mother has taught her that life is precious, and one mustn’t waste the time given to them. True to this, she's constantly on the move, doing whatever she can to help others or better herself. Her devil-may-care attitude also stems from her acceptance of their fate. She hasn't resigned to the thought of dying in the hands of a Titan—hell no—but she believes cowering in fear of them is useless. The reason she joined the Survey Corps in a heartbeat is because they have the chance to make a difference, and that's what she wants to do more than anything.
On a slightly different note, Jemma is surprisingly easily flustered when it comes to more personal matters. She has no trouble speaking her mind, she may even be a little too straightforward at times, but she doesn't know how to react when she is sincerely regarded. Joking around and playfully showing affections with others is fine. Any crying or genuine display of affections makes her panic. She is especially horrible at dealing with compliments or praises in particular, and cannot talk about her mother without being reduced into a mess.
History: Up until she enlisted as a trainee, it had always been Jemma and her mother. She's sure she had a father at some point, but he left them before she could start remembering things, so he's just a faceless figure to her. One that is unworthy of ever having received her mother's love. They lived in a small south-western district in Wall Maria, only a short distance away from Shiganshina. After the breach, not much of the town remained intact. She and her mother barely survived. Their house had collapsed, and they were buried under rubble, but her mother squirmed her way toward her and managed to pull the two of them out. They were then rescued by a pair of elderly men, both retired members of the Garrison, who gave them quick first aid treatments and honorably carried them all the way to where the ships were evacuating citizens. Jemma watched as the two men go back to find more survivors, only to get crushed by a large boulder that was hurled right where they were going.
After she and her mother migrated to Trost, their living conditions became gradually worse. The injuries her mother received from the breach had made her weak and ill, and it was evident that she wasn't going to get better. Jemma did whatever she could to make her mother comfortable and healthier, even furtively giving her most of her ration of food, but she made very little difference. Her mother would pass on not long after, and for a while, Jemma was utterly broken. She ate even less than usual and stopped speaking, could even feel herself withering away, but didn't care at all. Death had seemed like a better alternative at the time. It wasn't until a man approached her—one that she would later on figure out was a human trafficker—that she snapped out of her debilitating grief. He had pulled her by her hair, and that triggered memories of her mother. No matter how ill she had been, her mother never stopped doing what she was still able to do. She still smiled and lived her short life to its fullest. Suddenly empowered, she screamed as loud as she could and wildly bit down on the man's arm, refusing to let go even as blood filled her mouth. Before long, some nearby guards came to her rescue and arrested the man. That was the day she enrolled into the Military Trainee Squad. From then on, she refused to let herself wallow in grief and started moving forward. She worked hard to improve herself and despite her occasional mischievous stunts that got her punished endlessly, she was able to breach into the top ten, earning the seventh spot.
Offensive Skill: 9/10
Defensive Skill: 3/10
Strategic Skill: 8/10
Teamwork: 6/10
Weaknesses: Jemma is small and skinny. Even with her training, she isn't nearly as strong as the other trainees—she'd be hard-pressed to win an arm-wrestling contest, for instance. She also has very aggressive and reckless inclinations in battles, sometimes bordering on idiotically risky. While her instincts and quick thinking help her ingeniously maneuver around an opponent, she also frequently leaves herself open to attacks to get to the best vantage point. Memories of her mother are also dangerous. If she's lucky, being reminded of her mother would empower her like it did before. It's more likely, however, that she will suffer from a panic attack. It's been years since her mother's passing and she has been actively trying not to think about missing her. She worries that she'll somehow revert to the broken girl if she does.
Skills Unique to Your Character: Agility. Jemma is quick, mentally and physically. She uses her light frame to her advantage and has excellent control over her 3DMG, allowing to move strategically about in a battle. Although she usually acts on instinct, she can also process information fast, so she never hesitates over her decisions. Out of battle, Jemma's a pretty good tension reliever. She can be unintentionally rude and all, but she has an infectious smile and laugh that help lighten up the mood.
Age: 15
Appearance: Jemma's time as a trainee has given her a healthier physique. Her once nearly emaciated figure has become a bit fuller. At five feet two and just ninety-five pounds, she's still quite slim, but with her preference for speed, it works in her favor. Jemma has a rounded heart-shaped face with full cheeks and tapering chin, small and slightly full lips, and button nose that give her a slightly childish look. Her eyebrows are neatly trimmed, and her icy blue eyes are framed by thick and messy lashes. She's quite pale. Despite prolonged time under the sun, she can't seem to tan, even though she really wants to. Her ash blonde hair is unnecessarily long—she's aware of it—but sentimentality has been preventing her from cutting it. Memories of her mother happily brushing her hair always surface when she contemplates cutting it, and she just can't bring herself to do it. When on duty, she clips her bangs up so they don’t obstruct her view and ties her hair up in a messy ponytail. She also has a habit of putting it up on a bun when things get particularly intense or when she gets fired up. If not in her uniform, Jemma usually wears a knee-length skirt paired with a blouse and low cut boots. She also lets her hair down or braids it.
Personality: Sprightly and good-humored, Jemma takes on the world like she has nary a concern. She has this playfulness about her that almost seems out of place with the current times. Very little perturbs her. She can get behind anything, even (or especially) the most bizarre of ideas or exploits. If it's fun, she's in. Breaking the rules for the sake of the greater good, or what she thinks is the greater good, doesn't bother her at all. She thinks it's even necessary sometimes, as long as it results in something better for humanity. Despite her apparent lack of concerns, she is not an optimist by any means. It's not like she thinks everything is fine as it is. No, Jemma knows dying is as likely to happen as anything else, and that is precisely why she makes the most of every day. Her mother has taught her that life is precious, and one mustn’t waste the time given to them. True to this, she's constantly on the move, doing whatever she can to help others or better herself. Her devil-may-care attitude also stems from her acceptance of their fate. She hasn't resigned to the thought of dying in the hands of a Titan—hell no—but she believes cowering in fear of them is useless. The reason she joined the Survey Corps in a heartbeat is because they have the chance to make a difference, and that's what she wants to do more than anything.
On a slightly different note, Jemma is surprisingly easily flustered when it comes to more personal matters. She has no trouble speaking her mind, she may even be a little too straightforward at times, but she doesn't know how to react when she is sincerely regarded. Joking around and playfully showing affections with others is fine. Any crying or genuine display of affections makes her panic. She is especially horrible at dealing with compliments or praises in particular, and cannot talk about her mother without being reduced into a mess.
History: Up until she enlisted as a trainee, it had always been Jemma and her mother. She's sure she had a father at some point, but he left them before she could start remembering things, so he's just a faceless figure to her. One that is unworthy of ever having received her mother's love. They lived in a small south-western district in Wall Maria, only a short distance away from Shiganshina. After the breach, not much of the town remained intact. She and her mother barely survived. Their house had collapsed, and they were buried under rubble, but her mother squirmed her way toward her and managed to pull the two of them out. They were then rescued by a pair of elderly men, both retired members of the Garrison, who gave them quick first aid treatments and honorably carried them all the way to where the ships were evacuating citizens. Jemma watched as the two men go back to find more survivors, only to get crushed by a large boulder that was hurled right where they were going.
After she and her mother migrated to Trost, their living conditions became gradually worse. The injuries her mother received from the breach had made her weak and ill, and it was evident that she wasn't going to get better. Jemma did whatever she could to make her mother comfortable and healthier, even furtively giving her most of her ration of food, but she made very little difference. Her mother would pass on not long after, and for a while, Jemma was utterly broken. She ate even less than usual and stopped speaking, could even feel herself withering away, but didn't care at all. Death had seemed like a better alternative at the time. It wasn't until a man approached her—one that she would later on figure out was a human trafficker—that she snapped out of her debilitating grief. He had pulled her by her hair, and that triggered memories of her mother. No matter how ill she had been, her mother never stopped doing what she was still able to do. She still smiled and lived her short life to its fullest. Suddenly empowered, she screamed as loud as she could and wildly bit down on the man's arm, refusing to let go even as blood filled her mouth. Before long, some nearby guards came to her rescue and arrested the man. That was the day she enrolled into the Military Trainee Squad. From then on, she refused to let herself wallow in grief and started moving forward. She worked hard to improve herself and despite her occasional mischievous stunts that got her punished endlessly, she was able to breach into the top ten, earning the seventh spot.
Offensive Skill: 9/10
Defensive Skill: 3/10
Strategic Skill: 8/10
Teamwork: 6/10
Weaknesses: Jemma is small and skinny. Even with her training, she isn't nearly as strong as the other trainees—she'd be hard-pressed to win an arm-wrestling contest, for instance. She also has very aggressive and reckless inclinations in battles, sometimes bordering on idiotically risky. While her instincts and quick thinking help her ingeniously maneuver around an opponent, she also frequently leaves herself open to attacks to get to the best vantage point. Memories of her mother are also dangerous. If she's lucky, being reminded of her mother would empower her like it did before. It's more likely, however, that she will suffer from a panic attack. It's been years since her mother's passing and she has been actively trying not to think about missing her. She worries that she'll somehow revert to the broken girl if she does.
Skills Unique to Your Character: Agility. Jemma is quick, mentally and physically. She uses her light frame to her advantage and has excellent control over her 3DMG, allowing to move strategically about in a battle. Although she usually acts on instinct, she can also process information fast, so she never hesitates over her decisions. Out of battle, Jemma's a pretty good tension reliever. She can be unintentionally rude and all, but she has an infectious smile and laugh that help lighten up the mood.
I'll have my character up by tomorrow. :)
I'm making a female, if you're still keeping tabs.
I'm making a female, if you're still keeping tabs.
Interested! :D
And just in case you wanted to know: I've watched all the episodes, but I haven't caught up with the manga yet.
And just in case you wanted to know: I've watched all the episodes, but I haven't caught up with the manga yet.
Up and about on the deck since the crack of dawn, the blue-haired Kalos native had only returned to her cabin after she caught sight of the harbor looming in the distance. ETA was thirty minutes. Cecily stifled a yawn as she trudged back to her cabin, forcefully rubbing away at the drowsiness slowly pulling at her eyelids. She had been so eager for this day that she couldn't sleep at all the night before. Too many conflicting emotions kept her tossing and turning in her bed: there were thoughts of being unsupervised, independent, and free that made her anxious and excited all at once; thoughts of her first Pokémon that made her restless; and even thoughts of befriending fellow trainers that made her happily giddy. Saro was like this magical land that made all her dreams and wishes into possibilities and realities, and she can't help but try to will the ship to arrive faster.
Cecily idly checked her satchel one last time then eyed the timer running in her Xtransceiver. She set it to countdown from the ship's ETA, and had been watching it like a Staraptor since then. When it went off, she hurriedly pressed her palms against her ears in anticipation of the deafening horn coming up. Grating as the sound had been, Cecily treated the noise like an initiation song. S.S. Bolt was finally docking and her long overdue journey was literally within her grasps. Any trace of sleepiness left was replaced by growing excitement.
Her room was nearest the ship's exit, so she was one of the first to disembark, thus luckily avoiding the rough crowd that seemed prepared to destroy anyone in its way. She wouldn't have stood a chance against them at all. But before she got very far, she was suddenly struck by a wave of sentimentality that caused her to stop in her tracks. Wide eyed and goofily grinning, her eyes darted all over the port, taking in every minute detail. A flock of Wingull circled the ships near the port, chirruping perkily. Over there was a man with a lab coat, pacing restlessly back and forth. She then took the time to appreciate the feeling of solid, steady ground on her feet and delighted at the sea breeze that tickled her nose. In retrospect, it was downright idiotic of her to have stopped right by the dock, where all the ship’s passengers had to cross.
It all happened in a blink of an eye. One second she was enjoying the breeze, and the next she was getting pushed this way and that—some person had even jumped over her! Cecily lacked the physical prowess to offer any resistance. She was drowning in a sea of people and the most she could do was pathetically crouch down and shield herself with her arms as she waited for the wave of people to ebb. What a perfect way to start a journey.
Cecily idly checked her satchel one last time then eyed the timer running in her Xtransceiver. She set it to countdown from the ship's ETA, and had been watching it like a Staraptor since then. When it went off, she hurriedly pressed her palms against her ears in anticipation of the deafening horn coming up. Grating as the sound had been, Cecily treated the noise like an initiation song. S.S. Bolt was finally docking and her long overdue journey was literally within her grasps. Any trace of sleepiness left was replaced by growing excitement.
Her room was nearest the ship's exit, so she was one of the first to disembark, thus luckily avoiding the rough crowd that seemed prepared to destroy anyone in its way. She wouldn't have stood a chance against them at all. But before she got very far, she was suddenly struck by a wave of sentimentality that caused her to stop in her tracks. Wide eyed and goofily grinning, her eyes darted all over the port, taking in every minute detail. A flock of Wingull circled the ships near the port, chirruping perkily. Over there was a man with a lab coat, pacing restlessly back and forth. She then took the time to appreciate the feeling of solid, steady ground on her feet and delighted at the sea breeze that tickled her nose. In retrospect, it was downright idiotic of her to have stopped right by the dock, where all the ship’s passengers had to cross.
It all happened in a blink of an eye. One second she was enjoying the breeze, and the next she was getting pushed this way and that—some person had even jumped over her! Cecily lacked the physical prowess to offer any resistance. She was drowning in a sea of people and the most she could do was pathetically crouch down and shield herself with her arms as she waited for the wave of people to ebb. What a perfect way to start a journey.
Finished the CS in the previous page. Is it acceptable? :)
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