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In Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Lein


Location: The Cazt Mausoleum
Interactions: @HereComesTheSnow @VitaVitaAR @Rune_Alchemist

Risky plays, here. Lein was all about the flashiest ways to win, but pushing ahead without the Lioness was risking playing into their opponent's hand. Eh. On the bright side, Lein did promise the Cazt heiress the head of the necromancer.

First, rotting corpses. Now skeletons. With no meat to chew, Lein was on the flat-foot here. Even if he was to shatter a bone or two with a well-placed arrow, he noted with a snarl of disappointment, the skeletons just decided to shamble toward them regardless, one less intact bone but with unremitting rigor. Mausoleum was the wrong play. Lein would've liked to quip something about having liked the dancing with live nobles than dead ones, if he wasn't already busy shielding himself from the fetid dust that blew back through him and dodging a stray blade that sliced the air just in front of him. Gah. Probably should keep the snarkiness in till he wasn't inhaling what would definitely rot his lungs.

No magic to provide firepower, and Lein definitely had nothing comparable to the raw physique and apparent righteous rage that Gerard used to crush his way through the crackling bones. Even as he scavenged a stocky mace from one of the fallen skeletons (discarding the still twitching couple of finger bones clutching the handle), Lein would just have to take the fact that much of his tactics worked on much more lively, sentient enemies. Leave the glory up to his much more befitting companions. Lein mainly relied on pressing up close against the other knights, filling the space in-between their vanguard Gerard and Cecilia's distant fire with defensive swipes of the mace and careful arrows to shatter exposed kneecaps.

As they whirled to face the new monstrosity, Lein took stock of the... creature. Corpses would often bloat as they rotted, but those bloats would be pus and blood. This one looked a lot more solid, somehow. Why a hood? None of their other challengers had anything to obscure their identity, and one of them proudly sported their Cazt blood. Was this one different? If nothing but a strike of terse curiosity, Lein lined up a shot directly against the place Lein guessed should be a skull. He waited up until Cecilia loosed her enchanted arrow, and chased after it with an arrow of his own.
In Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Lein


Location: The Cazt Mausoleum
Interactions: @HereComesTheSnow @ERode @VitaVitaAR @Raineh Daze @Rune_Alchemist


Lein's usual ironripper bow didn't have a name. Its simple, sturdy but pedestrian craftsmanship had served him well enough over his travels. It had earned its grooves and worn out strings over many quivers of arrows, and its bent iron sight guide signed Lein's attempts at fixing his distance shooting habit of listing rightwards. Still, Lein couldn't help but look at some of the more magical bows from time to time. Iron slugs could punch through armor fine - but why not also make them on fire? Or seek out his enemies like live predators?

All that was to say that he missed the ragged old thing sorely. The so-called 'bow' he had in his hand was as a pheasant - all show, with its crusted engravings and hammered sights, but couldn't hold a leg to the bite of the ironripper. It was, in part, Lein's fault that he had requested something expensive to...acquisition from the armory over some more pragmatic. Perhaps Lein could at the very least hang this thing on a wall looking all pretty-like if Lein managed to crawl out of here alive. In the meantime, Lein fetched himself a length of rope and sneaked back into the abandoned dance hall and harangued a servant to fill a small tablecloth's worth of flour. Three small sacks of flour, throw-able in perhaps a necromancer's face. Just in case things just wasn't going their end.

And finally, they marched their way into the Cazt crypt. Polished walls, lovingly adorned with the history of every minor. Lein was not so crass as to spit in this place. As much as Lein bucked many a times the garishness and pompousness of nobles (and yes, this crypt WAS too garish and pompous), he didn't feel the same kind of revulsion to this place. Say... Lein couldn't quite place why. He just felt that this place was incredibly lonely. So many statues, reveling in marble, acting as if to hold life against the ceaseless march of time. Legends, yearning to be read and sung and taught and praised. But really, the real flesh of them all had been gorged on by maggots and worms, rotting under the weight of their own extravagance. Even in death these people would claw at any form of life. Folly. Lein hated that he knew it so well.

The dead here refused to remain where they belonged, in sodden memory and distant yearning. So back down Lein sent them, though most of the battle was done whilst Lein was busy checking the mausoleum's outskirts for any explosives or traps. Sure, the nem could be telling them the truth. But who wasn't to say the assassin wasn't fibbing? Or the assassin was just lied to? If he was the necromancer, this was quite the trick to pull off - split the defenders into two, collapse the crypt entrance so one group can't get out whilst they were in the necromancer's advantageous domain, and fight the remainder at one's leisure. It was almost disappointing to see, though, that Lein was perhaps alone in thinking of such a scheme.

So down they went, only to meet someone who claimed to be 'Damon Cazt'. Something akin to a vampire, judging by the fact that he looked far too pristine to be a corpse.

"Sorry, you're not really my type." Lein jabbed a thumb back toward a coffin, cheerily jeering, "Think you just might have a chance with your sister over there, though?"

Lein looked at Gerard and shrugged in response to Serenity's declaration of a duel. Pace her, he would not. If the small time that Lein took observing this ill-tempered knight convinced him of anything, it was that she would not be convinced of anything. Many compared her to a lioness, but Lein would easier compare her to a bull or jousting horse - forward, and not one step edgewise. So the best thing to do now was just Lein to step out of the way and let the knight have some lone time with the vampire, else Lein get slammed into a wall afterwards for 'stealing the glory of dying alone'. "Fetch his lapel for me and I'll get Mori to write a ballad in your honor, Serenity!"

Despite Lein's mirth, he was worried. They were now spreading thin. Fleuri, Vier and Steff was dealing with some kind of axe wielding statue aspirant, and now Serenity. From the vampire's mouth, it was probably exactly within the necromancer's plan. Lein addressed Fanilly. "Capt, are we floggin' the horses too hard on this one? We're in a crypt, whoever's in here got jack to go, and we're already spread pretty wide. We don't know what the necromancer's planning, with us dropping cards like this."
In Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Lein


Location: The Royal Ball
Interactions: Fionn @The Otter Steffen @Conscripts Veilena Cazt @VitaVitaAR Gerard @HereComesTheSnow


Well, now Lein knew the Ingvarr in front of him was not some poser. No-one else other than their resident bookworm would take Lein's suggestion seriously. But now that he did, why not take the opportunity? With a light hop off the nearby dresser, Lein leveraged his arms up onto the Ingvarr's shoulders, then quickly positioned himself to sit on Steffen's shoulders and rested his arms on the horns. The diminutive Hundi's tail patted against Steffen's back as it wagged. "Now I understand why so many of you Ingvarr are so obsessed with the size of your horns. I can look down on all these smooth-skulled dolts from up here!" Lein remarked, pleased with his newfound height advantage. Two feet on the ground and close enough to breathe in the smell of steel was more Lein's style, but for now Lein could just enjoy being able to look over the tops of crowds for once.

Necromancy. Was Lein hearing correctly? Apparently it wasn't unheard of, even if Lein's closest contact to the practice was deranged witch doctors who thought twitching frogs' legs was the sign that they found the secret that broke Mayon's sacred covenant. Oh, and that time he nearly got bisected by a ticked ghost hunting the person who filched their mug. Oh, and the Roses had the quintessential undead among their ranks. Hmm. Quite believable, then.

Though it still meant they were taking the waif's word as it was, and risking defiling a major family's mausoleum for what could very well be simply foul air. The conversation had already flown to coop, however, and their heist had already been finalized. Roses would storm the Cazt tomb and root out the menace of this night with Cazt staying back. Made sense, since it could also very well be Cazt behind this entire nonsense. Pity. On some level, Lein was excited to see the famous Haelstadt take a swing. Lein grinned as he gave a salute with his steel arm in Veilena's direction. "I'll bring back the ne'er-do-well still wearing her favorite bathrobe, Miss Cazt! Though I can't promise she'd come free of steel and arrows." Of course Lein couldn't make sure of that. But if the honor-bound Knight Captain won't make that guarantee, Lein as the rambunctious braggart (and currently wearing a decidedly un-knightly attire) certainly could.

"Do bring back a decent shortbow! Not those crappy Thalnese longbow that won't bite a charm. Oh, and I won't mind one of those fancy engraved quivers, aye? Hear they're quite the piece!" Lein called after Fionn and Gerard. Lein didn't mention that he wasn't looking for the practical use cases of the quiver, but did give a glance of excited expectation to the more pliable of the two. Err, actually, who was that? Lein tossed up what he knew of the two blockheads bumbling away to retrieve their gear. Fionn, Lein had already pulled into his gig multiple times, though that was still 'Cteline' doing it rather than 'Lein'. He did feel like the one friend with a temper, but would still carry out one's wishes to the letter. Gerard looked like the fanatic type who always took the straight path to his goals, but Lein never did take a close enough look.

"Hey Steffen, if you had to convince one of those two to lend you a change of coin, who'd you be able to tip over first?" Lein asked idly to the Ingvarr.
In Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Lein


Location: The Royal Ball
Interactions: Fionn @The Otter Steffen @Conscripts Younger Princess @VitaVitaAR

Nevermind. I miss Ithillin.

Lein had disappeared briefly after the rest of the knights took off in a mad dash for the assassin and resurfaced a few moments ago, makeup gone and his clothes changed completely from a fancy ballroom dress to a sailor's getup, acting like he had been there the entire time (and also ignoring Serenity barking at him the entire time). Complete with a navy jacket, red scarf and buckled pantaloons, one of his sleeves was rolled back to give his prosthetic arm the full range of motion. It was tentatively still 'refined', but it straddled the line between appropriate for high class company and something fitting for a seaman scrapping over the last barrel of rum. The only part of his previous costume that remained was one of the white gloves filled with pebbles as a makeshift bludgeon hoisted over his shoulder, and a couple flecks of Lein's eyeliner hastily washed off. It was quite the hassle to have coordinated how to fit all the disguise under cover of the dress, but it would seem that the preparation was to be paid off, if not in quite the way that Lein had planned. For what it was worth, 'Lady Cteline' was out and 'Lein' the underhanded braggart was back in his usual demeanor. And that demeanor right now was bored.

Lein was quite annoyed with the so called 'assassination attempt'. Combined with the poor showing of the bandits the Knights had routed a couple days back, it was worrying to see the underbelly of society be so meek at their craft. Sneaking an entire crossbow into the ball through the security was a right go, Lein had to say, but to set that up to just...shoot a princess with the bow? No distractions or mis-directions? If the assassin was dumb enough to just shoot a bolt and run off expecting not to be caught, at least they could have had the decency to let Lein have a bit more fun with it. Now it was just the most boring bits of an assassination - the cleanup, ferrying some princesses and nobles off to their quarters, clearing rooms and a whole lot of sweeping. Maybe Lein was getting everyone way too much credit with their conspiratorial capabilities with his paranoia. Soon he'd probably see a bandit asking if they could please pretty please take their money off them if they could be so kind.

Feh. Lein cheered himself up at the possibility that in clearing rooms he'll have a chance to misappropriate some of the royal treasures. Oh, and hopefully the assassin poisoned her arrows or something so they'd give the clerics a bit of a fright. He moseyed a look on over at the assassin. A tiny Nem girl. Another tiny girl. So the total was, let's see - the two princesses, that Cazt girl, the girl-totally-not-witch, this Nem assassin and technically their own Knight Captain. Fate had somehow conspired to drop the entirety of Thalnese power in a children's tea party. Okay, maybe now Lein was starting to understand why so many of these plans were half-baked.

Lein yawned and took another scan of the room. A couple of nobles were still a bit shocked, they probably won't miss a necklace or two... Oh. His eyes settled on a pair of antlers swinging through the crowds. Well, that was a new face, huh? Steffen, if Lein recalled correctly. A little suspicious he was the only one showing up late right after the assassination, but the bookworm was probably the most straight-laced of all that Lein had placed an eye on. Boring, but the easier kind of boring. Lein waved down the giant with a whistle. "Hey there, big man! Whatever's kept you, made you miss all the excitement! Some girl took a shot at Her Highness, got messed up. If you wanna join the rest of the louses hitting up the assassin, you're welcome to try your luck back there." Lein jabbed over to the crowd of knights, his high-class act dropped along with the costume. Though looking at how they were fooling around, probably would get through in approximately three moons.

Lein landed a heavy backhand on Fionn's chest (given that he couldn't actually reach anywhere higher) as a gesture of referral and a petty payback for the earlier shove. "You're also welcome to sit squat with Fionn and I, in case someone tries something on the little one." Lein's bored expression broke out in detached amusement, a fanged smile. "Orrr, you could let me ride on your shoulders and we could root out some would-be regicide together with our combined height? Fionn's hands are full and all."
In Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Lein


Location: The Royal Ball
Interactions: Fleuri @Crimson Paladin Cake Thief? @VitaVitaAR Fionn @The Otter


If only the girl had told Lein about her plans! Had he been in coarser company Lein would have broken out in open laughter. All that security and guardianship, and all that was needed was for an unassuming girl to swoop! and take the whole-ass cake and disappear! Lein's intuition that the 'girl' was no doubt an enchantress of some kind was right, but he couldn't have known that she had a roaring sense of humor. Lein started, "What a strange lass! We really ought to have known better to - Herr Fleuri?"

Lein nodded along as Fleuri explained and scarce broke character. Still, for what it was worth, the disguised rogue was taking Fleuri's word and did not interrupt the flurry of action. While Fleuri lead them around the dance floor, his eyes darted around the rafters and entrance ways, looking for any misshapen shadows leaning out a corner or watching the center of the room with too much intensity.

Lein had no sympathies for the princesses, and cared even less that it was technically within his duty as an Iron Rose to protect the nobles who had gathered here. If anything, he was suspicious of why a strange mage of no clear identity would even warn them. Still, a whole lot of chaos would mean a headache on his part, and will most certainly sweep up the Roses in the process. Lein had never bothered to learn of Thalnese politics and probably never will, so he'd have to rely heavier on his experience of subterfuge to untangle this whole cloak and daggers business. Putain de merde, at least things were easier back up in Ithillin where everyone was dumber and had a fetish for open dueling.

"My, aren't you a little forward? Are we at that stage already?" Lein joked with a smile, but his eyes did not reflect mirth. "Are you sure that's the best move? We're not even sure if that girl's not bluffing. If this is a plot against the princesses, our would-be assailants would be watching a danger like the First and Last closely. If it isn't, that's two counts of public humiliation against the Roses in front of the royals." Lein rebutted Fleuri's suggestion to warn the Paladin as they danced, though he could tell that Fleuri had already made the decision. The Champion was on the straight and narrow, and he had already knocked all the dominoes in his head, it seemed. Trustworthy, but also too trusting. "We'll need to try and keep things discrete. Don't warn the princesses directly and do try not to tip off our 'guests'?"

As he sent Fleuri off with a dramatic wave and a curtsy at the end of their dance, he looked for the younger princess and started to run through what he knew. Clearly, despite the wards in this place magic was still available to those who knew to squeeze past them. Most of the Knights carried their weapons, at the behest of the Princess, though it was still unclear if the Princess knew she would need extra security for the night. It was indeed a bit strange that the ball invitation and the ball itself was within a day of each other. And in a crowded room such as this...what would be the best kind of attack?

In a couple steps, the Hundi strutted up to the knight for the second time this evening and tapped him on the shoulder. Thankfully he can just skip the explanations even if it would have been amusing in other circumstances. "Herr Fionn! I had a lovely time with the Champion, and I would love to thank you for your recommendation. He's quite a passionate one though a little rough in his handling. But in our enthusiasm I'm afraid your cute little bow's been ruined." Lein said, pulling in close as if to show off the supposed 'ruined bow' in his laces. Lein whispered a warning in Fionn's ear in a very different tone. "Hey, word from Fleuri that something's targeting the princesses. Didn't get much more than a vague warning. Know anything about it?"
In Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Lein


Location: The Royal Ball
Interactions: Fleuri @Crimson Paladin Lost Girl? @VitaVitaAR

Lein was surprised at Fleuri's candidness. He didn't expect Fleuri to give a proper answer, rather to merely brush things off and redirect the conversation. Which wasn't to say the honest recount was unwelcome, as familiar as it sounded. A departure of one's home, frustrated at one's own family. A journey to find glory and fame, and then a return home. Lein trusted little of faith but he understood what the name Reon meant to those who did - at least, enough to know that a pious supplicant could happily give up his epithet and all its glory. And all that for a chance to return back home. Homecoming. A memory of a taste thrusts itself unannounced betwixt the tang of the fruit punch. It is at once chillingly cold and warm like a still living, squirming thing. Metallic. Salty enough to prick one's scars. And it disappears as quickly as it came. The only acknowledgement of it is a confused twitching of Lein's ears, though it is soon washed away by the interruption of a little girl.

A lost girl? Lein rustled as he laid his eyes on the child. It was a tentative description. Thoroughly out of place, for sure, with clothes that would fit someone twice her stature and belonging more so on the wild-claimed road than a furbished dance hall. He could take the easiest road and take what he sees for granted. Fleuri and Lein drop her off at a banquet or wave a guard down, drop the girl off to somewhere safe and resume their business.

Or... She didn't dress like an urchin who somehow snuck into the venue, nor any noble figure he recognized. If she was indeed a lost child, wouldn't they be more likely to seek an adult they know or at least ask after a familiar face rather than "find the sweets"?. The vagueness of her proffer did play right into the handbook of a confidence trick. Besides - a name floated up in his mind with a matching bedraggled and cynical side-eye - children were far more crafty than most people would give credit.

And just as Lein was actually starting to enjoy himself in this god-awful place. Hopefully it was just Lein's nerves getting the better of him.

Whether Fleuri of the same opinion, Lein couldn't tell. At least, he seemed to act as if he took the girl for granted. Lein wasn't sure. Not quite yet. A conglomerate of yet unnamed logic hissed a warning at him, but it would be far too early to veil now. He'll just have to make sure to keep a lookout now, and cover both his bases.

"Must we?" The look on his face was playful as ever. Smitten, even, as Lein laid a hand on Fleuri's shoulder. The grip from his dead hand, warmthless and animated with fickle strings, was anything but. It was a grip strong enough to press each bone digit through the fabric of his gloves, its pressure hidden from view by Lein leaning on Fleuri's shoulder. The same kind of tension from a sailor hauling the rigging, eyes keen on an approaching storm. Hopefully, it served as alarm enough that Lein wasn't entirely on board. "An interlude, then. For you my dear Knight I shall spare a moment, but I expect recompense in full afterwards."

Lein withdrew and smiled cordially at the girl who approached then. "Good evening, young lady. My name is Cteline, and though I am neither the hostess nor the master, please make yourself at home. Come, let's allow our lovely charge to lead us."
In Lucid's Character Repository → 2 yrs ago Forum: Character Sheets

In Delta End → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Adalia


Location: Outside Backstreets
Interactions: Julius @pkken Flemma @Conscripts


Two options. Get in the elevator, or stay out.

Getting in was of course, obviously and objectively, the worst option. Had no-one seen any action movies before? The first to move was always the first to get caught in a trap! The elevator could be rigged with all kinds of explosives or foul mechanisms just waiting for their chance to jump out. What kind of horrifying things may pop out before Adalia could even so much as to react? Plus, going in first was naturally going to be targeted by the mastermind first, since the first ones in were the bravest and therefore the most dangerous.

Staying out, of course, was the dumbest idea ever. Whoever had set up in this place was probably a hardened criminal and already knew about all the contingency plans and if Adalia was to hypothesize, it would probably involve taking out whoever had set up the perimeters, making sure there was no witnesses. Also, the people on the outside would have a false sense of security and most definitely was more vulnerable than the guarded approaching party. And - and, being on the outside meant that they were exposed, due for all sorts of attacks from all possible angles.

The best option, of course, was then to cling even tighter to Julius' back, smile awkwardly and sink a little lower out of other people's views. With the best of luck, she won't get called out and just happily go along with someone else's executive decision. Well - not happily, since Adalia was approximately twenty sectors away from 'happy', but something that floated just below horrifying and slightly above tolerable. "G-good luck!" She squeaked as a proffer of contribution, and then pressed her twitching ears down.
In Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Lein


Location: The Royal Ball
Interactions: Fleuri @Crimson Paladin


"Hmph, if you had the possession of such knowledge, then you should know better than to dawdle and make best use of it." Lein puffed out his cheeks in a pout, shooting a look of disappointed frustration. "It's rude to be so dense with a face like that."

Lein by no means was not a skilled dancer, certainly not one enough to emulate the complexities of a waltz from a perspective he had never interacted with. His footwork was solid, quick and eager to react to any leads, but most of what he knew of 'formal' dancing was square dancing at the bar where everyone was too brash to be precise and too drunk to care. What he lacked in skill, however, he made up for in confidence in his improvisation. Every maligned step or misinterpretation of Fleuri's movement was quickly translated with a fluid change of tempo or a quick twirl, a kind of exotic flair that onlookers may find a little peculiar but hesitate to question for fear of offending some obscure Hundi custom. Much of Lein's behavior was entirely divorced from his normality, but if nothing else, his enjoyment of the performance seemed genuine.

Lein followed Fleuri's gaze at the officiation of the duel, responding to his comments as they danced through the floor. "A tragedy of familial love? I think not to be privileged enough to judge. The blood that remains within our body may be as incontrovertible as the benevolence of the Sky, and no amount of denial may change that. Yet our loyalty to our antecedence is not native to the fabric of this earth and the gaze of our Goddesses that govern our fates, and the sieve through which we may pass ourselves and find our blood holy or vile is entirely up to us. The seeds of a dandelion may fly far to cultivate its own beauty amongst the flowers foreign - or grow wild to choke the very roots that had birthed it." Lein's expression remained coy, though a part of his expression agreed on Fleuri's remark. It served partially to engage Fleuri's sympathies, and partially to shield the fact that Lein had wholesale recited an old Hundi scripture. "We may see two brothers at the end of a tragedy within a soured family, but whatever bile unseen by our distance may just as well show them to be two incontrovertible thorns vying for the same soil. Though for both the Crown and the Roses, we should certainly pray for your conjecture."

Lein led the dance slowly away from the center of the floor, drawing close to close off other dancers from listening. "So how about you, dear Champion mine? You've certainly flown far from the birthplace of your epithet, taking residence within the House of our Goddesses. Have you a thorn you confide only within your heart?" Lein himself had his run-ins with working with folks of the Church, but never had he seen a man develop a faith of such fervor so quickly.
In Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Lein


Location: The Royal Ball
Interactions: Fleuri @Crimson Paladin


Lein's tail wagged happily as he recognized Fleuri's gesture. Someone to play along. If Lein had known that Fleuri wasn't as stuffy as he looked, he'd have bought him more drinks last night. He'd just have to make the best of it now. "We're far past formalities, aren't we? Just call me Cteline."

Lein was in part disappointed that the adults in the room stepped into break up what was sure to be a cascade of insults, but in part excited to see the duel. If he was free, Lein would have a mind to put a finger on the scales to make it more exciting, but he was had a much more interesting development right in front of him for now.

"I hear that those two had bad blood brewing all across their lives. A duel of the Crown Knight against a Rose Knight amidst the royal court? How fantastical." Lein turned to Fleuri, looking at him with intense ambiguity. Given the it was a good time to make 'her' move. "Now, are you familiar with Hundi customs, my good knight? We have quite the appetite for battle, so much so that love of the blade and love of one's dearest is conjoined. A duel between the Hundi is the same as asking the other's fancy. Whomever wins the contest earns the right to ask the other for their everlasting love. So if ever an adorable Hundi noblewoman catches your eye, then do ask her at the dueling grounds. After all, any decent lady would be ecstatic to hear such from a dashing figure."

Lein paused at the last sentence to let the dramatics sink in, before leading Fleuri towards the open space at the center of the floor. "Now, we forget ourselves, don't we? A ball needs its dancers just the knights need their qualms. Might I be the first to ask for your hand in a dance? I'm terribly afraid I might lose you in the rabble."
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