Changed to eighteen, which actually works better!
And haha, Kenzie could probably pass as racially ambiguous. That's the fun of not knowing your bio parents: you can be whatever you want. ;P
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I'm interested, too! I played the 2.5 ReMIX at SDCC and I've been in a KH mood ever since.
Me! Excited to see Groot in action~ <3
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Name:
Mackenzie Cole
Age:
Eighteen
Gender:
Female
Height; Weight:
5'4; 97lbs
Years in Blackwing:
Three months
Apartment Number:
1E
Room Description:
Odd Trait:
★ Learning disability (dyscalculic, dysgrpahic)
★ Overly affectionate (the kind that has no sense of personal boundaries)
★ Monophobic
★ Rockstar!
Physical Descriptions:
Kenzie has long light brown hair that she tends to pull up in a bun so it never gets in the way, and light gray eyes that have a perpetual dazed look about them. She had a perfectly athletic figure once upon a time, but because she sometimes forgets to eat when she's engrossed in her music, she has become a little bit underweight. Her skin is fair and can't seem to tan at all; she just burns like she's taking a stroll through hell every time she goes outside. Kenzie dresses comfortably, in simple but still somewhat stylish clothes.
There's a tattoo of five crows in flight trailing along her right shoulder blade to her lower neck. She pretends they have some deep symbolic meaning, but really, the tattoo was punishment for losing a bet. There's also a small and faint horizontal scar right in the middle of her forehead, from when she fell off the stairs once. She likes to think that it's a third eye just waiting to open.
And finally, Kenzie is almost always seen with a surgical mask on. It's something of a suppressor, and it helps her with her bouts of anxiety attacks. Without it, she feels inexplicably overwhelmed, as though whatever it is she's keeping bottled inside will just burst out in a never ending scream.
Personality:
Background Info:
Kenzie doesn't know who her biological parents are, but they were probably shitty at parenting because social services had to take her away from them before she could even talk. She grew up in the foster care system, where due to unfortunate circumstances, she ended up bouncing from family to family, failing to find a permanent home. Kenzie was actually adopted once, but then her adoptive parents had a child of their own, so back to the foster care system she went. At one point, she ran away, just to get some attention, but no one followed after her. She lived on the streets for a few weeks before she gave up, stealing from a local jewelry store just so she can be sent to juvie and have her first proper meal in ages.
It wasn't until she turned thirteen, after being released from juvie and suffering through another year of hopping from family to family, that she experienced some semblance of home stability. Foster home number seventeen looked like the one for her, and she actually had high hopes for it. The family had twin toddlers, but she wasn't singled out or treated differently. They understood the drastic measures she had to take and were sympathetic of her plight. She had her own room, was given new clothes and belongings, and even started regularly going to school again (she was in remedial everything, but what the hell, she finally made friends!). Kenzie allowed herself to believe that it would be a permanent arrangement, and it could have been that and more.
But then she fell for her foster dad (which is a pretty big no-no).
Twenty-six, absolutely gorgeous, and the first to give her the attention she craved—it was as though she was doomed to like him. She wasn't so stupid that she acted on her feelings, but she didn't hide it either. Kenzie didn't think it would be a problem at all, but her foster mom thought differently. She was unsurprisingly quick to pick up on her attraction. Although she dismissed it at first, thinking it was nothing but a silly schoolgirl crush, she became more wary as Kenzie grew older. See, Kenzie was very open with her affections. While hugging and clinging and showering kisses seemed cute as a thirteen-year-old, it was all but indecent at eighteen. Her foster mom felt uncomfortable and jealous every time she saw Kenzie and her husband together, even though they did nothing out of the norm.
It eventually became far too much for her to bear. Right after her eighteenth birthday, her foster mom eventually began urging Kenzie to start living on her own. Her foster dad protested (as if she didn't have enough reasons to love him) but her foster mom wouldn't budge. She assured her that she would have their financial support as long as she needed it and insisted that this was for her own good; that she must learn to be independent to get by in life. As her last resort, her foster mom even confided that she wanted to focus on her twins more. They were supposedly having trouble at their elementary school and she wanted to give them her undivided attention. If it weren't for that, Keznie would have fought tooth and nail to stay. She couldn't possibly deprive other children of their parents' attentions, could she? That would've made her the worst sort of hypocrite.
After weeks of apartment hunting, she and her foster mom eventually settled on Blackwing. It was at the ideal location: far enough that Kenzie wouldn't feel the urge to go back home, but still only a train ride away in case of emergencies (because despite her jealousy, her foster mom actually did care for her). She was supposed to have an apartment of her own, but she basically begged not to be left alone, so she ended up moving in with Stella. As with everything else, Kenzie adapted to life at the so-called "Oddball Apartments" easily. She buried the hurt and loneliness in the deepest recesses of her heart and mind, like she always does, and moved on. The tenants there were strange indeed, but she thought she fit in with them perfectly. Even though she has only lived there for three months, she has made herself at home and has become infamous among the more quiet tenants for her frequent loud disruptions. Living with Stella has provednto be quite interesting (Kenzie only found out she was blind like after a month and a half), as well!
Other:
★ Kenzie discovered she had an amazing and powerful singing voice when she lived with foster family number six ("The Zealots"); they took her to church with them every Sunday and made her join the choir. If there was anything remotely consistent in Kenzie's life, it was her passion for music. It wasn't a fleeting fancy like everything else turned out to be; instead of getting bored of it, her love for music actually intensified as time passed on. Singing became her primary means of coping. Whatever her problem is, as long as she can sing her heart out, she thinks she'll be fine.
★ She also learned to play the guitar on her own, and it was surprisingly easy. Learning in general was never easy for her (she still has trouble with basic addition, she can't tell time if it's not digital, and her reading comprehension is far below average) but anything music related seemed almost like an instinct.
★ And speaking of her learning disability, she found that the best way for her to understand something is through listening. If she turns lessons into songs, she realized that it was exponentially easier for her to remember.
★ When she's sad or upset, Kenzie gets super clingy. She refuses to be left alone and will literally follow someone the whole day if she has to.
"I'm Unovan, too. Born and raised in Castelia," Juliette chimed in, fond memories of home swirling in her head. As she thought of Castelia, she had been reminded of this fanclub her sister was in. It became infamous for their undying devotion to a certain blonde trainer; if you were to say any remotely negative thing about him in their presence, they would not let you hear the end of it. Chuckling, Juliette walked beside Jay to give him a playful pat in the back. "You know, ex-champ, you're still pretty popular there. You've got legions of fangirls."
"And yes, I'm a trainer," she said. Locke flitted to her shoulder as though to emphasize the fact. "Not as intense and awesome as you, but I manage." Idly, she wondered whether she could ever reach his level if she could devote as much time to training her Pokemon as she did to her inventions. That seemed possible enough, but she found the thought didn't thrill her too much. She supposed she was lacking that competitive edge, the same one Jay was practically oozing with.
"What about you, Mr. Ranger?" she asked Geoffrey, though not before giving him props for walking backwards so fluidly.
"And yes, I'm a trainer," she said. Locke flitted to her shoulder as though to emphasize the fact. "Not as intense and awesome as you, but I manage." Idly, she wondered whether she could ever reach his level if she could devote as much time to training her Pokemon as she did to her inventions. That seemed possible enough, but she found the thought didn't thrill her too much. She supposed she was lacking that competitive edge, the same one Jay was practically oozing with.
"What about you, Mr. Ranger?" she asked Geoffrey, though not before giving him props for walking backwards so fluidly.
Luch coughed over the bin, the smell of sweat and the sea breeze mixing with the rising cyan fumes rising like steam from his skin; the sky moved like the waters below, churning and swirling like a fluid painting, adding nausea to his exhaustion. He collapsed against the side of the bound crate to keep from falling to the ground. Thankfully, everyone else was busy with the sight of land and so didn't notice him among the crates that hid him from most of the deck's view during this episode.
We're nearly there.Thank the gods, he thought. I can't keep hiding this on this tiny little boat.
And he didn't know how much time he had now. He inhaled deeply, rasping, willing the cyan-colored vapor to cease. As far as anyone else knew, he had just been seasick. Best to keep it that way.
A whistle made Yvaine start, sharply pulling her away from dazed thoughts of their future endeavors in the ancient lands. There was a giddy sort of excitement that filled her from head to toe as she took in the sound of the captain's booming voice and peered into the distance. For a moment, she wondered whether there was a limit to one's excitement. She had yet to recover from her elation over first stepping foot on the Verrus-Mund (ships were so much larger than she thought), or the sheer delight from seeing the ocean in person (it was not at all like how it seemed in her books!), and now thoughts of endless possibilities stirred an even stronger sense of yearning and eagerness in her. If there was indeed a limit, then she must be nearing the end of hers!
A wide smile broke across her face as she returned to where Luch was. He hadn't been in the best of moods since boarding the ship, and she hoped the sight of Ialdia would help remedy that.
"Lu," she called out happily. "Come see, we've almost reached the coast! Lu--"
The sight of Luched, sallow and devoid of the usual litheness with which he carried himself, made her gasp. Her brows furrowed in worry as she hurriedly approached him, reaching out a hand to check for signs of malady. She thought he had been merely uncomfortable with the uneven swaying of the ship against the tides, but his symptoms seemed a bit severe for seasickness... or so she read. Not knowing how else to help, Yvaine turned to her magic.
"Shall I do Revivifier?" she asked, referring to the soothing spell she so oft-sang for him when they were children. It had a slow and gentle melody, like a lullaby a mother would sing, and although it did not heal injuries, it relieved pain and soothed body, mind, and spirit.
Luch swallowed and shook his head. If the last times were any indication, the spell would only incite it further, it did feed on magic, after all. While the spell didn't bother him outside of his episodes, during them he gravely needed to avoid contact with any magical energy as much as possible.
"No. Thank you, though," he said, grimacing before looking at her. Damn those pretty blue eyes gaping at him like a child; he wasn't sure whether he despised her noble look or found her demeanor cute. In either case, they were boring far too much into him, his mind instinctively muddled itself under her feminine gaze.
"I'm fine now," he half-lied, standing up and breathing deeply. "Just another seasickness episode." He turned his head to the side, looking at the hazy shape edging closer from the horizon. "We're in sight."
Yvaine cast one last worried glance, noting the relative unsteadiness of his bearing, but said nothing more about it. If Luched said he was feeling better, then there was no point in her incessantly worrying. Instead, she smiled at him as she followed his gaze to the side, regaining the giddiness she had moment before. "Yes, we are! Isn't it exciting?"
She stepped closer to the railings and leaned against them, enjoying the sea breeze that whipped at her hair as she watched the once endless expanse of sparkling blue waters reach an end. Wistfully, she thought of how the ocean connected many of Veruulis' lands together. These waters had even traversed Ialdia, and had done so since the time of the Ancients. It was amazing and-- Yvaine caught herself before she completely drifted away into another bout of her distracted daydreaming.
She turned back to Luch. "Have you any questions before we disembark? The kind sir Shri-Rah is open for any, or so the lady Vriis-Nar says." Yvaine chuckled, remembering her infectious energy when they spoke earlier about her brand of magic.
"Yeah," Luch replied, still looking at the ever-closening landmass. "Do you know where he is?"
"I believe he just came down to the deck," Yvaine said, beckoning to where she saw him last before leading him there. The Scael archeologist was just stepping off the last step onto the deck when the pair approached him. The sudden sight of people made him fidget a moment before he remembered his position of authority and managed to calm his nerves.
"Ah, you must be Yvaine Rinaldi." Shri-Rah said as he fidgeted with the parchment in his claws. "Vriis-Nar and I met your mother when we stopped by Khloris for the flower festival a couple cycles back. It is nice to finally put a face to all the fame your mother gives you."
The mention of her mother made Yvaine flinch noticeably. "It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, sir Shri-Rah," she said with a slightly shaky smile, lowering her head a beat longer than required in a curtsy to blink away the sudden stinging sensation in her eyes. "M-mother spoke very fondly of you and lady Vriis-Nar."
Shri-Rah smiled and gave a shallow bow to show his respect. Then he turned to the rather sick looking gentlemen being led along by Yvaine. "And you, Yvaine's bonded, I presume? Luched, was it? You don't look very well."
"Seasick," Luched sighed, turning to him. Great, someone else who knew Yvaine. He prayed he wouldn't catch on to Yvaine having fled. "And, yes, Luch."
"Nice to make your acquaintance Luch." Shri-Rah said as he extended his hand out to the man.
Luch took it and shook it in a grip far more gentle and soft than his demeanor and attire would suggest, not squeezing at all, actually. "You as well. You're Shri-Rah, then? Our... researcher?" he guessed, looking for the right term.
"That is correct.." Shri-Rah trailed off, appearently thinking about something. "I will be leading any expeditions that involve the discovery or exploration of any Ancient ruins or derelict cities." He looked the man over again. "Are you sure you're alright? You look as if you're about to collapse. Would you like me to fetch a physician?"
Yvaine had to stop herself from acquiescing on Luch's behalf. She peered up at him diffidently, half a mind ready to say 'yes' to Shri-Rah, but held her tongue in the end. Luch would certainly get cross with her.
"No, I've already seen someone about it. We're near the end of our boat trip, anyways," Luch said, leaning against a crate with his arm and glaring venomously down at the boat. And with any luck, I'll find a cure soon after we arrive. "So, what sort of things should be we aware of before stepping off of the boat?"
Shri-Rah hmm'd at that question. "Be aware that the floor will no longer be swaying." he gave a throaty chuckle at his dry humor. "But in the way of people you may encounter, be wary of Thul-tak. He is the dwarf in charge of the mining opperations, and he will take any opportunity to bribe you into long mining expeditions, which tend to be mostly uneventful." Shri-rah clicked his right handed claws against the scales on his left forearm. "The Skarves as well. I have heard they have been raiding the outlying farms and taking the farmers off somewhere."
"I've read about the Skarves," Yvaine intoned distractedly, remembering the horror story wherein a horde of the fearsome reptilian beings stole children at night and took them to their cave. It still sent chills down her spine every time she thought about it, but even so, a part of her wanted to see them in person at least once. "Do you think we would actually see--"
The door banged open at the top of the stairs and a vibrant Scael with pearlescent blue-purple scales and a blue flowing robe began walking down toward the deck. Yvaine jumped and held onto Luch's free arm reflexively, regaining her composure only after she realized it was the vivacious Scael.
"Ah! Vriis-Nar! Meet some of our passangers, Luched and Yvaine." A warmness entered Shri-Rah's voice as he adressed his beloved.
The vibrant female Scael gave both the passengers both a cheerful, yet predatory look as she took in their postures and other various body language.
"Charmed." Vriis-Nar hissed in a low feminine voice. Then she gave a smile to Yvaine, whom she'd had a lengthy conversation with earlier about the nature of the girl's magical abilities. To the sickly looking man she gave a concerned look. The man smelled odd. The faint, and she realized, magical smell, reminded her of a pot of water left to boil too long over a campfire. The finned spines down the back of her neck clicked together lightly as she shivered briefly at the stimulus, as if somebody had drawn nails down a chalkboard.
"Do you require a physician, Luched?" She said as she narrowed her eyes in a curious fashion.
"He's already seen one, darling." Shri-Rah croaked softly. He clicked the scales on his arms against one another as he felt the confusing displeasure of something unknown through his bond with Vriis-Nar.
"No. I'm just seasick, and we're almost there," Luched lamented. "Besides, this episode is clearing up now, anyways." And, indeed, his breath was less ragged and his skin wasn't quite so pale.
"Mmmm.." Vriis-Nar hummed. She stared at him for a few heartbeats with a puzzled expression. "Come, Shri, we must prepare the other passengers." She turned back to Luched and Yvaine. "Have your possessions ready for off-loading within the next half hand-span, the captain wants us landside as quickly as possible." Each of the Scael shook hands with Luched and Yvaine and proceeded toward the back of the ship into the crew quarters.
"Are you well, Vriis? I felt something strange from you a moment ago." Shri-Rah whispered to her.
"There's something queer about that man, a scent I can't quite place." Vriis-Nar whispered back in a low voice. "We shall have to talk with him more.." She gave a cursory glance back in the direction of Luch and Yvaine before opening up the large oaken door to the crew quarters. Shri-Rah trailed after her into the gloomy lamplit interior of the ship.
We're nearly there.Thank the gods, he thought. I can't keep hiding this on this tiny little boat.
And he didn't know how much time he had now. He inhaled deeply, rasping, willing the cyan-colored vapor to cease. As far as anyone else knew, he had just been seasick. Best to keep it that way.
A whistle made Yvaine start, sharply pulling her away from dazed thoughts of their future endeavors in the ancient lands. There was a giddy sort of excitement that filled her from head to toe as she took in the sound of the captain's booming voice and peered into the distance. For a moment, she wondered whether there was a limit to one's excitement. She had yet to recover from her elation over first stepping foot on the Verrus-Mund (ships were so much larger than she thought), or the sheer delight from seeing the ocean in person (it was not at all like how it seemed in her books!), and now thoughts of endless possibilities stirred an even stronger sense of yearning and eagerness in her. If there was indeed a limit, then she must be nearing the end of hers!
A wide smile broke across her face as she returned to where Luch was. He hadn't been in the best of moods since boarding the ship, and she hoped the sight of Ialdia would help remedy that.
"Lu," she called out happily. "Come see, we've almost reached the coast! Lu--"
The sight of Luched, sallow and devoid of the usual litheness with which he carried himself, made her gasp. Her brows furrowed in worry as she hurriedly approached him, reaching out a hand to check for signs of malady. She thought he had been merely uncomfortable with the uneven swaying of the ship against the tides, but his symptoms seemed a bit severe for seasickness... or so she read. Not knowing how else to help, Yvaine turned to her magic.
"Shall I do Revivifier?" she asked, referring to the soothing spell she so oft-sang for him when they were children. It had a slow and gentle melody, like a lullaby a mother would sing, and although it did not heal injuries, it relieved pain and soothed body, mind, and spirit.
Luch swallowed and shook his head. If the last times were any indication, the spell would only incite it further, it did feed on magic, after all. While the spell didn't bother him outside of his episodes, during them he gravely needed to avoid contact with any magical energy as much as possible.
"No. Thank you, though," he said, grimacing before looking at her. Damn those pretty blue eyes gaping at him like a child; he wasn't sure whether he despised her noble look or found her demeanor cute. In either case, they were boring far too much into him, his mind instinctively muddled itself under her feminine gaze.
"I'm fine now," he half-lied, standing up and breathing deeply. "Just another seasickness episode." He turned his head to the side, looking at the hazy shape edging closer from the horizon. "We're in sight."
Yvaine cast one last worried glance, noting the relative unsteadiness of his bearing, but said nothing more about it. If Luched said he was feeling better, then there was no point in her incessantly worrying. Instead, she smiled at him as she followed his gaze to the side, regaining the giddiness she had moment before. "Yes, we are! Isn't it exciting?"
She stepped closer to the railings and leaned against them, enjoying the sea breeze that whipped at her hair as she watched the once endless expanse of sparkling blue waters reach an end. Wistfully, she thought of how the ocean connected many of Veruulis' lands together. These waters had even traversed Ialdia, and had done so since the time of the Ancients. It was amazing and-- Yvaine caught herself before she completely drifted away into another bout of her distracted daydreaming.
She turned back to Luch. "Have you any questions before we disembark? The kind sir Shri-Rah is open for any, or so the lady Vriis-Nar says." Yvaine chuckled, remembering her infectious energy when they spoke earlier about her brand of magic.
"Yeah," Luch replied, still looking at the ever-closening landmass. "Do you know where he is?"
"I believe he just came down to the deck," Yvaine said, beckoning to where she saw him last before leading him there. The Scael archeologist was just stepping off the last step onto the deck when the pair approached him. The sudden sight of people made him fidget a moment before he remembered his position of authority and managed to calm his nerves.
"Ah, you must be Yvaine Rinaldi." Shri-Rah said as he fidgeted with the parchment in his claws. "Vriis-Nar and I met your mother when we stopped by Khloris for the flower festival a couple cycles back. It is nice to finally put a face to all the fame your mother gives you."
The mention of her mother made Yvaine flinch noticeably. "It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, sir Shri-Rah," she said with a slightly shaky smile, lowering her head a beat longer than required in a curtsy to blink away the sudden stinging sensation in her eyes. "M-mother spoke very fondly of you and lady Vriis-Nar."
Shri-Rah smiled and gave a shallow bow to show his respect. Then he turned to the rather sick looking gentlemen being led along by Yvaine. "And you, Yvaine's bonded, I presume? Luched, was it? You don't look very well."
"Seasick," Luched sighed, turning to him. Great, someone else who knew Yvaine. He prayed he wouldn't catch on to Yvaine having fled. "And, yes, Luch."
"Nice to make your acquaintance Luch." Shri-Rah said as he extended his hand out to the man.
Luch took it and shook it in a grip far more gentle and soft than his demeanor and attire would suggest, not squeezing at all, actually. "You as well. You're Shri-Rah, then? Our... researcher?" he guessed, looking for the right term.
"That is correct.." Shri-Rah trailed off, appearently thinking about something. "I will be leading any expeditions that involve the discovery or exploration of any Ancient ruins or derelict cities." He looked the man over again. "Are you sure you're alright? You look as if you're about to collapse. Would you like me to fetch a physician?"
Yvaine had to stop herself from acquiescing on Luch's behalf. She peered up at him diffidently, half a mind ready to say 'yes' to Shri-Rah, but held her tongue in the end. Luch would certainly get cross with her.
"No, I've already seen someone about it. We're near the end of our boat trip, anyways," Luch said, leaning against a crate with his arm and glaring venomously down at the boat. And with any luck, I'll find a cure soon after we arrive. "So, what sort of things should be we aware of before stepping off of the boat?"
Shri-Rah hmm'd at that question. "Be aware that the floor will no longer be swaying." he gave a throaty chuckle at his dry humor. "But in the way of people you may encounter, be wary of Thul-tak. He is the dwarf in charge of the mining opperations, and he will take any opportunity to bribe you into long mining expeditions, which tend to be mostly uneventful." Shri-rah clicked his right handed claws against the scales on his left forearm. "The Skarves as well. I have heard they have been raiding the outlying farms and taking the farmers off somewhere."
"I've read about the Skarves," Yvaine intoned distractedly, remembering the horror story wherein a horde of the fearsome reptilian beings stole children at night and took them to their cave. It still sent chills down her spine every time she thought about it, but even so, a part of her wanted to see them in person at least once. "Do you think we would actually see--"
The door banged open at the top of the stairs and a vibrant Scael with pearlescent blue-purple scales and a blue flowing robe began walking down toward the deck. Yvaine jumped and held onto Luch's free arm reflexively, regaining her composure only after she realized it was the vivacious Scael.
"Ah! Vriis-Nar! Meet some of our passangers, Luched and Yvaine." A warmness entered Shri-Rah's voice as he adressed his beloved.
The vibrant female Scael gave both the passengers both a cheerful, yet predatory look as she took in their postures and other various body language.
"Charmed." Vriis-Nar hissed in a low feminine voice. Then she gave a smile to Yvaine, whom she'd had a lengthy conversation with earlier about the nature of the girl's magical abilities. To the sickly looking man she gave a concerned look. The man smelled odd. The faint, and she realized, magical smell, reminded her of a pot of water left to boil too long over a campfire. The finned spines down the back of her neck clicked together lightly as she shivered briefly at the stimulus, as if somebody had drawn nails down a chalkboard.
"Do you require a physician, Luched?" She said as she narrowed her eyes in a curious fashion.
"He's already seen one, darling." Shri-Rah croaked softly. He clicked the scales on his arms against one another as he felt the confusing displeasure of something unknown through his bond with Vriis-Nar.
"No. I'm just seasick, and we're almost there," Luched lamented. "Besides, this episode is clearing up now, anyways." And, indeed, his breath was less ragged and his skin wasn't quite so pale.
"Mmmm.." Vriis-Nar hummed. She stared at him for a few heartbeats with a puzzled expression. "Come, Shri, we must prepare the other passengers." She turned back to Luched and Yvaine. "Have your possessions ready for off-loading within the next half hand-span, the captain wants us landside as quickly as possible." Each of the Scael shook hands with Luched and Yvaine and proceeded toward the back of the ship into the crew quarters.
"Are you well, Vriis? I felt something strange from you a moment ago." Shri-Rah whispered to her.
"There's something queer about that man, a scent I can't quite place." Vriis-Nar whispered back in a low voice. "We shall have to talk with him more.." She gave a cursory glance back in the direction of Luch and Yvaine before opening up the large oaken door to the crew quarters. Shri-Rah trailed after her into the gloomy lamplit interior of the ship.
Woah, I got disconnected from the pad! Gonna go eat lunch right now, but I'll check back later and see if I can get back on.
Double post, sorry!
Can't post until tomorrow night, but I'm here.
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