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Naruto: Black Sun

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. Wednesday, 9:53

Amegakure Border .

The fight progressed rapidly, with the shinobi eventually being forced apart precisely like Sakana wanted. For a brief moment, Sakana’s fight with the jonin was interrupted by the scroll-wielding shinobi, trying to stick to the formation, but ultimately he was forced away from the jonin by Gareki, who was doing a good job at proving his worth. Not that that changed Sakana’s opinion on the matter of a chunin exam…

The jonin opposite Sakana gritted his teeth, staring at Sakana while his team was being chased around. For a brief moment the jonins eyes flashed towards Shogai – and his opponent – before he looked at Sakana again. Just in time to catch Sakana approaching, faster than he had expected of the black eyed shinobi. “So fast!” he blurted out, crossing his arms in front of him, rock being pulled towards them from the ground. It was just enough to stop the full force of Sakana’s fist crashing against him, connecting with the rock momentarily before he pulled his fist back. But, in a showing of taijutsu skill, Sakana immediately followed up with a roundhouse kick, hitting the jonin in the side. The kick didn’t stop there – Sakana followed through with the momentum, jumped up a little, and then used his other leg to kick the jonin in the head once more.

“Hard to believe that Konohagakure has such unskilled jonin,” Sakana stated matter of factly, the mention of which made the jonin’s face scrunch into an angered expression.

While the rest of his team was getting taken out or driven away from him one by one, the jonin instead chose to bad mouth Sakana – if one could call it that – saying “I’m definitely a jonin! You watch!”

Telegraphed in the way only an overconfident moron could telegraph something, the jonin charged forwards, using his stone-clad arms like makeshift clubs, swinging them wildly around aiming roughly for Sakana. But, rather than hit him, Sakana merely dodged left and right, moving under the arms when needed. This wasn’t even a showing of skill anymore – Sakana was good, but barely needed to exert any effort for this type of attack. And, truthfully, even Gareki, being only a genin, would’ve been able to dodge these attacks with ease.

Finally Sakana broke the theatrical play, dodging to the left, grabbing the jonin’s left arm with his right hand when it was extended to the place Sakana had just been at, and firmly delivered a single strike with an open palm with his left hand, striking the only place of the arm that wasn’t covered by rock – the elbow. He even held back some of his power, so that the arm wouldn’t be broken – the healing of which could be a death sentence to any shinobi’s career – and instead was only severely hurt, but at least not permanently.

Immediately Sakana followed that up, not even offering the jonin a chance to breathe or yell in pain, swiping him off his feet with a well placed axe-kick towards the man’s heels, forcing his feet forwards while he pushed the man’s arms backwards, forcing him onto his back. Sakana dove on top of him, his left hand moving swiftly to grab the man’s collar while his right reached back, then moved up high, spinning a shiny metal kunai in his hand.

Prepared to deliver the killing blow, the kunai stopped spinning, and the hand jutted forwards, headed directly for the spot between the eyes that would deliver the most efficient deathblow.

“Doton: Delayed Burial! Stop!”

The appearance of the short girl with the two swords from the ground confirmed what Sakana had suspected, but had been unable to confirm. The ‘’body’’ in front of Shogai slowly turned to mud, sinking back into the ground. The real girl was a meter or so away from Sakana, stretching her arm towards Sakana, not in an attack, but in a plea for mercy.

“I had a hunch,” Sakana replied, his kunai lingering mere inches from the jonins face.

But even when the boy was facing certain death at the sharp end of a kunai, he didn’t end his talking; “Shina-sensei, what are yo—shit, I mean, Shina-san! What are you doing?”

Slowly but surely Sakana lowered his kunai from the boys’ face, remaining on top of him to at least exert some control over the situation. Never the less, the fighting stopped all around the battlefield – the sudden change in mood was noticeable even to those who weren’t gifted in an empathical sense. “The jig is up “jonin”, I know what you are.”

“Tsk.. how did you..?” the woman replied – now having been outed as Shina-sensei, the true jonin of the team. It was a smart strategy, Sakana had to admit, but her genin needed to work on their theatrics and skills. To be expected, however, of a fletchling shinobi team.

“Your “jonin’s” personality kept changing, only being confident after sharing looks with you. You also had the tiger seal prepared before we even started fighting, hidden by your sleeve, so there was some jutsu going on. I think it was telepathy,” Sakana said, slowly getting off the tall guy’s body, letting him get to his feet. His hands wrapped around his hurt elbow, an injury that would put him out of the fight for at least a few weeks. Despite the pain he must have been in, he looked angry more than anything, his brows furrowed at Sakana, a fire burning inside of his eyes. Angry at the man that saw through their tactic. And he had the guts to blame him? “Plus, you all looked at each other, and they all nodded at you, not at the tall guy here. Plus, he fights like a genin – an expert at defense, perfect for his role as the one taking all the attention from the enemy, but easily taunted and separated from his team.”

Perhaps looking back at their own fights, the rest of team 3 would also realize that something had been off – while the guy with the scroll and the greatsword were clearly fighting at the level of a genin, the woman with the two swords had been a measure above the rest, holding back her punches and strikes a little. It turned out that the ‘’real’’ Shina-sensei had disappeared underground at some point, waiting for the perfect moment to appear and assassinate the targets while her little genin kept the enemy busy. For Shogai, perhaps, a revelation that made sense… he had already seen her do it once mid-fight. Otherwise, the fight had been much too short to really ground through their strategy – even for Sakana, who had to think tactically at the level of a jonin. It was purely the fact that they were stronger than the Konoha nin that allowed them to end the fight and reveal the true nature of the shinobi.

“Hmm.. it seems we need to work on our team formation a little more. So.. what happens now? Will you kill us?”

“You leave Amegakure, and forfeit your mission. Tell the Hokage that trespassers will not be tolerated in Amegakure.”

“I guess there’s no chance you’ll escort us to the other side of Amegakure instead, huh…?”

“It’s against the protocol of Amegakure shinobi to aid and abet foreign shinobi unless the Amekage allows it. Getting permission would take a few days.”

Shina-sensei’s eyes turned to the rest of the team – only one of them was still up and running, the decoy jonin’s arm was badly hurt, and the bruiser of the team was currently unconscious against a tree – the hit from Unagi’s futon jutsu having sent him crashing against it and cracking the trunk in half. There was no way they could continue this fight.

“If it helps you decide, the official Bodagado will be here shortly to assist us, and they will probably be a lot more ruthless in encouraging you to leave.”

“Tsk, you Amegakure nin are something else… but I understand the situation. Mina! Grab Gai, and—”

“Like my sister said, 45 minutes north there’s an inn. Rest up there, and return home.” Sakana interjected, his tone being deadpan and serious, despite the fact that he was offering them a modicum of assistance. Had any other team responded to this alert, then perhaps the situation would’ve turned out differently – deadlier, even – but while Sakana and his “students” were cutthroat, they were not above maintaining a shred of shinobi honor when it was fitting. These shinobi were trespassers, but not their enemy.

“We’ll head there. Thank you,” Shina responded, bowing deeply before Sakana and the rest of team 3. She shared a brief glance with Shogai, who had been her opponent, grinning a little at him. Whatever it meant was up to him to interpret.

The bee-shinobi, who was revealed to be Mina – looked coolly at his equally cool counterpart in the Amegakure team, Gareki. “No graves today, gravedigger,” he said, pulling on a set of goggles on his forehead, before letting them slap down directly over his eyes. The goggles were blacked out completely, allowing nobody to look inside of them. “your sensei saved your ass… I was gonna deliver the sting of a hundred ages on you.” He turned around on his heels, walking off towards their unconscious buddy, slumped over against a tree. With the ease that only a shinobi that had made the same movement a hundred times could muster, he swung the big scroll around his body to the front, opening it up while it hung from his stomach, and unsealed it. A medical set that was equivalent to a shinobi hospital ER room‘s worth of tools poofed into existence on top of the paper, and he began tending to his ally, giving him a sip of a tincture that woke the boy up immediately, immediately going into a coughing fit.

“Did we do it?!” he yelled as soon as his coughing subsided, before his eyes caught the scene in front of him. Unagi, Gareki, Shogai and Sakana standing there while his sensei was looking at their “jonin’s” arm. “Aw, dookies..” the young boy mumbled.

It had been a mistake to take three young genin for a stroll in the rich and lush Amegakure forests. But with a strategy this bold, it could have worked. Maybe.

While team 3 was left waiting for the Konohagakure team to clear out, Sakana turned to his allies. “Good work. After this, I’ll declare our mission a success. We’ll go back to being on standby after that, so make sure to refill your tools and eat some food to fill up on chakra again.”

After about ten minutes of tending to the two wounded shinobi, the Konohagakure team said their goodbyes, offered a synchronized bow to team 3, and then jumped away, indeed heading towards the border in the north. Sakana directed his own team home, where they received confirmation that the trespassers were felt passing the border barrier only a few minutes prior.

“Let’s debrief at Shigeki,” Sakana said, “I’ll deliver the brief of the mission we just completed to the Amekage. You guys aren’t allowed into the tower, so I’ll meet you back at Shigeki.”

And just like that, without a goodbye, he jumped off through the rainy streets of neon-covered Amegakure, leaving team 3 on their own to make their way to Shigeki.

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. Wednesday, 9:34

Amegakure Border .

While the gaggle of Konohagakure shinobi had been relatively comfortable and confident in staring down Sakana in the brief moment it was just him standing there, the increasing number of Amegakure shinobi appearing seemingly out of nowhere slowly but surely made them retreat more and more into their shell. From all sides Sakana was suddenly flanked by big, angry dogs; all of them barking at the strangers in their backyard. Sakana was the one holding the leash – the only one of the Amegakure team that was mildly relaxed and serious, too, it seemed.

And while Sakana did not approve of their methods, it was hard to argue with the results – the cocky, taller team member opposite of him took a step back, flashing his teeth in a surprised glare at the four shinobi. “Ah,” Sakana said, his posture and stance, even his expression, remaining unchanged. “Are these your genin?” he then asked, looking at the three younger-looking shinobi. There was something odd about them, something that made it seem like things weren’t like they seemed.

“I—yeah, and what about it?” the tallest said, “we’re just on our way to the desert for a mission. Cut us some slack. We didn’t mean to trespass – it’s just that going straight through Amegakure would cut a few hours off our travel.” The man’s entire attitude changed a little, moving from his confident stance into a slightly more respectful and alert stance. It seemed that he was more than happy to mouth off against just Sakana, but with the other members of the team there, well, maybe not so much. Sakana couldn’t blame him – he’d been easy to underestimate all his life, so on his own he might not have looked like much. And, well, the other three looked equally as tough as he did. A formidable team in the eyes of any shinobi. The rest of the Konoha team seemed to share the same feelings of sudden unease, as the shortest of the three genin pulled out one of her swords, preparing it behind her while holding up her one hand, and revealing the tiger seal as her sleeve lowered when she raised her arm in preparation of a potential fight. It seemed she’d been prepared to fight from the start, having held the seal under her sleeve.

“That is not allowed by orders of the Amekage,” he stated, blandly, repeating what the others had said in a slightly different way. The Amegakure shinobi would clearly not be taking no for an answer. “Shinobi from Konohagakure have ravaged the countrysides of Amegakure enough. This is your punishment.”

The Konoha jonin’s eye twitched, before he looked back at his own team. The four of them shared a momentary glance that lasted perhaps two seconds, the short genin nodding at him first, then the greatsword wielder and then the one carrying the giant scroll – god knows what was in it. When the Konoha nin looked at Sakana again, he spoke up, suddenly sounding a bit more confident than before. The line came in as if he’d studied it extensively before going to Amegakure, or like he was repeating something off of a piece of paper. “We can’t. Going back now and going around would make us late to our mission. Going through Amegakure is the only way. If you won’t escort us through your territory, then we have no choice. I’m sorry, but we will continue on our way.”

“I see. I’m sorry.”

With rapid movements both Sakana and the tall jonin began weaving handseals, the tall one finishing only milliseconds before Sakana did.

“Doton: Iwakageiseki!”

“Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu!”

Simultaneously, a large dome appeared from the ground, shielding the entire Konoha team from the intense heat that came from Sakana’s mouth, as he inhaled and then exhaled deeply, projecting a steam of fire that was so intense, parts of it colored blue. The fire roared and turned mid-air, but went right over top the earthen dome that split it in half, radiating heat over the top and off the back side.

After a full 30 seconds of continuing the jutsu, hoping to smoke them out, Sakana finally relented, revealing a scorched, but still standing earthen dome in front of them, blackened with coal-like dirt. A dirty black smoke rose from the top of the dome, before it slowly crumbled, revealing the four shinobi inside in a defensive diamond-formation – the large jonin at the forefront. He was clearly a master at defensive jutsu, but now it was time to test his skill in other areas.

“Drive them out,” Sakana said, making his plans clear to his team and the enemy team. This was not the carefully planned out fights that team 3 was used to, but it was exactly the type of fight they had excelled in in their previous missions – close quarters combat that allowed them to make use of their individual skillsets to pick an enemy team apart, rather than having to rely on a set-and-decided strategy. In this regard, team 3 was one of the most versatile teams in Amegakure.

But the Konohagakure team in front of them seemed to be equally as prepared. Skillsets might have differed, but they seemed more than willing – and ready – to take the team on, defensively at the very least.

Sakana would provide the opener, however, stepping forward before breaking into an outright sprint, closing the distance rapidly while reaching back and with a quick movement grabbing and throwing a set of shuriken at the enemy, which were all deflected by the genin with the greatsword, blocking all of them with a single move. Again Sakana reached back, this time grabbing his two daggers, one in each hands. When he came close enough, he rushed to slash at one of the genin, but found his attack blocked again – this time by the jonin, whose arms were now clad in rock. With a single move, the jonin stopped his attack by putting his arm in the way.

What he had not seen coming, however, was the kick that followed, hitting him hard in the side of the head and sending him sliding to the right, away from his team. After that, it was easy for Sakana to manoeuvre towards him, stepping off against the ground before any of the other genin could do anything. He left the rest of the team to his allies, hoping they could further separate them.

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@Sep if these are anything like Mando, I'll be satisfied. Mando might be my top favorite series of all times.

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x Dai Dai is almost seduced by a particularly pretty Twi'lek, who need only bat her eyelashes at him once to cast her dark spell. He is saved from the curse of love (;)) by a Gungan, and while the alien looks rough around the edges, Dai Dai decides that that is exactly what this place would attract. Dai Dai questions the aliens' motivations, but ultimately, lacking master V'raars powerful guidance, decides to ignore caution and trust the Gungan based on nothing more than the fact that he finds Gungans to be friendly people, if a bit strange. He senses the presence of a force user nearby, however the cantina is simply too busy to be penetrated by normal Zabrak eyes -- and so, he follows the Gungan into a room. Whether a trap or a golden ticket off the planet remains to be seen.

Dai Dai looked around in amazement; while him and master V’raar had attended many diplomatical parties and celebrations over the years, and even a few cantina’s here and there when the need for information was high, they had never been to a place quite as shabby as this. Indeed, calling this a “place” was about as far as one could get. It was dilapidated, that was for sure, but it called itself a cantina and served drinks and food, then Dai Dai wasn’t going to argue. In fact, he was more than happy to glance around a few times at the more interesting characters; his eyes even lingering on a particularly attractive Twi’lek, who dragged her fingers over his shoulder, staring at him seductively, before laughing and continuing on her path towards the exit. Had Dai Dai stayed on Iridonia with his parents, and entered the same lifestyle as them, he might’ve gotten used to these things, but as a Jedi padawan – and one sworn to celibacy and a life of upholding justice and order – it was hard to see these things as anything other than… strange.

At the same time, the simple touch of a stranger – a particularly attractive one, yes – was enough to make Dai Dai’s heart race, being an inexperienced young man who spent most of his days looking at a charming green alien lecture him about the force. Yoda was wise, but well, this Twi’lek was hot, and it was hard to argue with that. It was almost enough to make Dai Dai temporarily forget that his temple was burning. Almost.

The sudden thud of a finger against his chest alerted Dai Dai that he was, in fact, not running through a meadow with a strange Twi’lek, but standing in a decrepit cantina, home to nothing more than scum and villainy, likely breathing in at least thirty different kinds of disease just from the cigarra alone. This place was, indeed, a place.. and nothing more.

Dai Dai’s eyes looked down at the Gungan’s finger, before looking back at the alien – a dangerous looking one, to be sure. Were master V’raar here… well, perhaps he’d have told Dai Dai to steer clear of this particular one. Lacking his insight and intuition when it came to strangers, Dai Dai was left without guidance, and without guidance, it was hard to discern what this alien wanted. Was he friend, or foe? Dai Dai felt the force push and throb inside of his head – like a strong headache, temporarily, heavily focused and yet so uncontrolled, like a burning fire. But understand it he could not.

He spoke slowly, uncertain, “nowhere else to go.” His one eyebrow furrowed, as if he was looking at the man questioningly. The question repeated itself in his mind; friend…? Or foe…? When the Gungan told him to follow him, a sudden presence in the Force alerted Dai Dai. He turned his head, ignoring the Gungan briefly, peering through the masses to see who – or what – had entered the room. The more time passed from when the clones assaulted, the lower the chances were of there being a fellow jedi – in all fairness, Dai Dai was afraid of Anakin himself following him more than anything. Rarely had Dai Dai felt such a strong presence in the force, not even in his master, nor in any of his fellow padawan. Dai Dai was not exactly a skilled user of the ability to sense other’s emotions, but in the moment that Anakin killed master V’raar, it didn’t take much to feel the raw… power, anger, all of it.

But through the masses, it was hard to see anything. There were no jedi – and more importantly, no Anakin. Not as far as Dai Dai could see. So he turned back to the Gungan, and nodded. “Lead the way,” he said. Something in him told him to trust the alien – for now, since he had always liked Gungans – and he followed the Gungan into the private room. It was strange that the man had a private room prepped despite not being in it, but Dai Dai hadn’t the presence of mind – nor the emotional state, to be quite frank – to question this.

As he entered the private room, he glanced around, checking the room out just to make sure he wasn’t walking into a private party for the clone troopers’ high command. That, however, did not seem to be the case.

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Starting to think maybe I should have posted today, but it's rather late now. Perhaps I can work a post out quickly.

So that's done. I want to remind everyone that Dai Dai is 18 so he's probably not seen a lot of interesting and attractive ladies. Plus, looking at Yoda for like, 75% of your lifetime probably doesn't prepare you for aliens that actually look good, either.

[1x1] Request for Broacien: a medieval, realistic universe.

Hello,

I am looking to continue to expand on my own universe which is the world around Broacien. There is a lot of information about the world posted here, and I am looking to add more to it through the only medium that is acceptable on RPG.. roleplaying.

As it stands there is a lot going on in the universe;

The thousand tribes of the Northern kingdom have finally unified after hundreds of years of primitive tribal lifestyles, with a massive number of nomadic people living here. The king/konungr, Ketill the Hrafn, has managed to do so after an impressive life in which he was a pious holy knight in Broacien (a Servant), a slave in the southern Caliphate (which, at that time, was a sultanate) and a warrior slave for a brief time too. One of his first actions was to slowly unify the tribes and begin the construction of a massive fleet, the likes of which had never before seen on the continent. Using the fleet he sailed south, through the new caliphate, to a newly discovered land called Ye'inyani Mereti -- a land of people whose skin was dark as coal, who lived in extreme riches although isolated from the rest of the world. He raided this place and toppled their golden pyramid, smelting it down and taking it home alongside many thralls from the Ye'inyani Mereti, who now live in the Northern kingdom as thralls (slaves), but also as free men or even well respected warriors.

In Broacien a civil war is looming after the death of king Gregar Balin Grochain, with his two sons Harold and Gregar II vying for control. Harold Carley was given the throne due to being the youngest son, but Gregar II got the lions share of the estates held by the late king, and after the crushing defeat at the hands of the new Khalyfate, which saw the loss of Redsand Castle, the Servants began to rally around Gregar II, who was a far more robust and martial man than his younger brother, Harold, who was more politically powerful. Their three sisters are waiting out the conflict -- having no real horse in the race at the moment.

Both Harold and Gregar are knighting new Servants, with Harold marking his new servants with a single red circular tattoo on the forehead, while Gregar II has had all his loyal servants re-ordained with three circles in a more orange ochre. For those old servants who sided with Gregar (most of them did), the three circles are around the red circle, and they are considered 'veteran knights,' a powerful force that are the elite of the elite. Despite this strength in shock troops, the actual armies of Broacien remain loyal to Harold Carley, and while they are only peasants with spears and leather armor, they make up the bulk of any fighting force. The balance of power remains split evenly, for now.

To the south, the new Khalyfate is dealing with increased religious persecutions. Under the new Caliph, the religious minorities that followed different strains of Sawarism that were previously accepted (and patronized) have been persecuted, with total conversion demanded, or otherwise death. The Khalyf came to power after performing a coup by killing the sultan of old, who he considered to be decadent and borderline heretical. The entire royal family of the Sultanate was killed bar two; Najla and Basim, who escaped with Ketill to the North. Here, the religious minorities of the new Khalyfate might find an ally; one of the two sons of the king has a claim to the throne of the Khalyfate, and it is possible that he might wish to use it and take the land for himself.

A more in depth addition that I am wanting to add to the world is the existence of new places, cultures, settlements, civilizations, etcetera. I am thinking some Aztec/Maya inspired place, alongside perhaps something more inspired by native Americans. Also, European proto-tribes? New continents that can be explored, or where explorers are coming from.

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This RP will contain adult themes; warfare, blood, death, adultery, and other dramatic things. It might also include smut, when the scenes call for it. I know, shock and horror, medieval people had SEX? Crazy. To add some additional context to that; smut was also a possibility in the RP that built up most of this, but throughout that entire RP it never really happened; characters that are busy with doing medieval things like war and politics generally do not have a lot of time to be sexing it up everywhere they go. That, too, is crazy. Absolutely bonkers, I know.

Ultimately I am open to any story, character and so forth that you might wish to play. There are a lot of opportunities here and I need to know what exactly you'd want to do. Other than that, reading the thread I linked is obviously a pré.

I look forward to any measure of interest I might get in this.

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Also I am gonna double post because fuck it, might as well + it keeps the thread nice and bumped + I need to tag someone and tags that are edited in do not function. @The Wyrm, I'm probably gonna have Dai Dai follow the Gungan instead of have him interact with you, because that just makes most sense to me from a dialogue perspective (Dai Dai speaks to a Gungan, then interrupts the discussion to immediately greet someone he somehow saw with the eyes in the back of his head) so I propose that either...

a) Kade follows Dai Dai after spotting him following a shady figure, recognizing the robes Dai Dai is wearing (and his lightsaber)
b) Kade recognizes the presence of a force user (Dai Dai's connection to the force is, as far as I'm concerned, quite good, but he's not well versed enough in the force to know what all the feelings he feels through the force mean, and probably wouldn't recognize a force signature from Kade, so that falls to you)
c) Kade intervenes with the Gungan, in which case you'd need to edit your post to reflect that

I'm gonna go ahead and assume we will do A, because that'd be easiest for all of us I think, unless you want to intervene in the scene and want to edit your post. What do you think?

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@Saix it would, at the very least, give you a way off Nar Shaddaa, which is a worthy endeavor for all of us.

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@The Wyrm maybe not, but you might've known Dai Dai's master, and well, the guy's kinda just going around in Padawan robes pretending to be not a Padawan, so it'd not be too hard to figure out for a jedi knight. If he ends up in the same spot, he'd know what he was 100%.

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@Sep more accurate than you know.

@Saix if you're hunkering for some interaction and want a way to get off of the planet (no idea why your character would want that) perhaps we could link up -- although I am not sure where Khulbe's home is. That would be a "thing" that could happen, should we wish it so.

Other than that, I'll be waiting for @The Wyrm's post before I interact with the Gungan, since having Wyrms' dood around might be useful (or perhaps not so much, we will see).