S'all cool, Key. Get it up when you can.
I'll probably wait a while until other people post before getting mine up. Don't want it to get all telephone posty.
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"Listen you pathetic waste of fucking space, it's your best friend calling," a loud and mocking female voice that Ignavas knew, but could not place, called out from the darkness, bringing him out of his oblivion but keeping him retained inside his head. He did not answer, and tried to ignore and push away the nuisance. Let him rest. "Oh no, no you fucking don't, you sleep for 15 damned years and this is the welcoming I get? I've been searching for you for a long goddamn time -- what, didn't think to tell anyone that you had finally fucking woke up?" Shut up. He shouldn't be dreaming right now -- his mind was supposed to have been turned off. "Still confusing reality with dreams, huh? That's fucking brilliant Iggy, still the same deluded sack of useless crap that you've always been. I mean, man, here I was thinking your long ass slumber would've fucking helped you get some goddamn cognitive fucking awareness, but nope! You somehow fucked up a contract ritual, I mean come on."
I did not fail the contract ritual, he thought, hints of irritability seeping through.
"A technicality, Iggy dear boy, you didn't fail it, but you sure fucked it up." The voice then began to talk as if lazily reciting words off a piece of paper, "'Ah, Ignavas, you would have the potential to put entire cities into a deep sleep if you only worked at honing your abilities, got off your lazy ass and actually fucking did something. You have latent power that most demons would commit mass genocide for, and what the fuck have you done with it?'" The voice then went back to its normal sarcastic mocking. "Was that not what I told you, what, thirty years ago? Has anything I've said gotten through to you? Or did you think that was a fucking dream?! Is there any difference to you?!"
His mind snapped and cracked the neck of the demon in front of him. He was not aware of doing it, his hands had just shot forward and wrapped themselves around the neck of a being he could not see. Seconds passed in silence as the blackness around him started to take form. He blanched as the walls took shape of the room he had just previously been staying in -- Shae's safe house. Blinking, he apprehensively looked down at the human with the broken neck, grasped tightly in his formless hands. Shae's head was lopped sideways at an impossible angle, her eyes staring at him accusatorily. What felt like minutes passed as he just stared down at the lifeless body in his hands. What was this. This was not his work. He didn’t do this. It couldn’t. What? Who? What?
Shae sneered. Her eyes flared up as if on fire, and the voice that came from her dead throat was not Shae’s. “Anger! Probably the first outburst I’ve ever seen from you! Now you’re paying attention. Good. Keep it that way.” Her sneer deepened. “I’m here to help, Iggy dear boy. Always have been. What are friends for?” There was nothing but jovial malice in her voice.
The scene transitioned. He was standing exactly where he was, apparently having stood up while ‘sleeping’. His ‘hands’ were still outstretched, and he was still in the safe-house. Shae was still there. But her neck was not grasped around his hands. She was still alive. Completely unharmed.
The ringing started again. This time he was prepared. He rushed to the kitchen and turned the sink on full blast – and dunked his head down into it. Alert for the first time, he began to do what he should have done before. He calmly sorted the new memories away and kept a distance from the emotions that were not his. Restructuring his mind to allow someone else, Ignavas expended energy he did not know he had. The cold water prolonged the experience and kept the fatigue at bay. Several minutes passed before the ringing subsided, and his repair of the near botched contract ritual had been mostly salvaged. Mostly salvaged. Ig retracted his head from the water, turned back to his new… partner.
“There were some difficulties, but it should be fine now,” he said calmly, as if none of what just happened transpired at all. Ig wasn’t sure how to react to the little confrontation inside his mind, so he didn’t react at all. He didn’t know if it even happened at all. “Everything is fine.” His body was still technically outside her mind, but his actual mind was not. He could, if he so wished, still move with his true body -- but his mind would be with Shae. It would be as if he were controlling a living puppet.
What Ig didn’t know was that everything that had just happened inside his head, from the demon’s incessant insults and goading, to her proclamations of his 15 year slumber and latent power, to him strangling his new partner to death – were all broadcasted directly to Shae.
I did not fail the contract ritual, he thought, hints of irritability seeping through.
"A technicality, Iggy dear boy, you didn't fail it, but you sure fucked it up." The voice then began to talk as if lazily reciting words off a piece of paper, "'Ah, Ignavas, you would have the potential to put entire cities into a deep sleep if you only worked at honing your abilities, got off your lazy ass and actually fucking did something. You have latent power that most demons would commit mass genocide for, and what the fuck have you done with it?'" The voice then went back to its normal sarcastic mocking. "Was that not what I told you, what, thirty years ago? Has anything I've said gotten through to you? Or did you think that was a fucking dream?! Is there any difference to you?!"
His mind snapped and cracked the neck of the demon in front of him. He was not aware of doing it, his hands had just shot forward and wrapped themselves around the neck of a being he could not see. Seconds passed in silence as the blackness around him started to take form. He blanched as the walls took shape of the room he had just previously been staying in -- Shae's safe house. Blinking, he apprehensively looked down at the human with the broken neck, grasped tightly in his formless hands. Shae's head was lopped sideways at an impossible angle, her eyes staring at him accusatorily. What felt like minutes passed as he just stared down at the lifeless body in his hands. What was this. This was not his work. He didn’t do this. It couldn’t. What? Who? What?
Shae sneered. Her eyes flared up as if on fire, and the voice that came from her dead throat was not Shae’s. “Anger! Probably the first outburst I’ve ever seen from you! Now you’re paying attention. Good. Keep it that way.” Her sneer deepened. “I’m here to help, Iggy dear boy. Always have been. What are friends for?” There was nothing but jovial malice in her voice.
The scene transitioned. He was standing exactly where he was, apparently having stood up while ‘sleeping’. His ‘hands’ were still outstretched, and he was still in the safe-house. Shae was still there. But her neck was not grasped around his hands. She was still alive. Completely unharmed.
The ringing started again. This time he was prepared. He rushed to the kitchen and turned the sink on full blast – and dunked his head down into it. Alert for the first time, he began to do what he should have done before. He calmly sorted the new memories away and kept a distance from the emotions that were not his. Restructuring his mind to allow someone else, Ignavas expended energy he did not know he had. The cold water prolonged the experience and kept the fatigue at bay. Several minutes passed before the ringing subsided, and his repair of the near botched contract ritual had been mostly salvaged. Mostly salvaged. Ig retracted his head from the water, turned back to his new… partner.
“There were some difficulties, but it should be fine now,” he said calmly, as if none of what just happened transpired at all. Ig wasn’t sure how to react to the little confrontation inside his mind, so he didn’t react at all. He didn’t know if it even happened at all. “Everything is fine.” His body was still technically outside her mind, but his actual mind was not. He could, if he so wished, still move with his true body -- but his mind would be with Shae. It would be as if he were controlling a living puppet.
What Ig didn’t know was that everything that had just happened inside his head, from the demon’s incessant insults and goading, to her proclamations of his 15 year slumber and latent power, to him strangling his new partner to death – were all broadcasted directly to Shae.
Nephriel said
@Discontent - Did they succeed or fail? It sounded like they failed since he was still in his body and passed out but I'm not sure. Lol poor Ig, Shae is a bit of a pain when it comes to being too cautious. XD
Sorry, should have explained it better -- but I like how you kept it ambiguous in your post. Makes it a lot easier.
Technically, it worked. Just not as well as it could have -- for Ig, at least. The only reason it's unclear for Shae if it worked or not is because Ig is currently conked the fuck out, meaning she's not getting a whole lot of brain activity from him. While for Ig, after having his mind essentially dormant for such a long time (will properly expand on that point in later posts), having another mind working alongside his pretty much overloaded him. And, as per Ig's standards, he didn't put in the effort necessary to properly adapt to that in such a short amount of time.
When Ig 'wakes up', it should be a lot clearer to Shae that it did work.
Anyway, will get a post up tonight, but for now I've got work to do.
EDIT: There we go.
Forcing your way into another person’s consciousness took considerable effort. He will admit that he probably could have got the entire thing finished up far swifter than that had he put in the extra energy, but there was something blocking him from doing so. Not a magical block, but a purely mental one. His mind did not recognize the situation of being worthy of it. That notion utterly baffled him. It wasn't something that could be understand in any logical reasoning. The fatigue that ran through his entire core arbitrarily decided that forcing a double-consciousness was somehow not worth the effort to run smoothly.
If that wasn't an imperative moment, then what is?, he thought self-deprecatingly, as a small, indistinct ringing noise quickly rose and rose in pitch, enveloping his entire mind. Thoughts and emotions and memories that were not his own rushed through, and Ignavas had to focus on not being overrun. His mind was a dulled down, unfeeling wasteland where deeper thought was not a pre-requisite for action -- a state of being that he had relied on for more than he could remember. The sudden influx did not adapt well into his head. If anything, the opposite of what you would expect to happen was in full effect, as Shae dealing with the new ‘place’ in her head was probably easier than what would have normally happened – a little detail he had failed to tell her. He had expected her to fall outright unconscious and spend the next several hours having to probably deal with the trauma of such a procedure. He had actually expected mental agony, extreme stress, and some horrifying nightmares. What he was seeing was fairly minor compared to that.
Meaning the deepest of his fears were being realized. His mind was dying. The shift into Shae’s brain was so simple because there was barely anything for him to transition to her. Ignavas slumped against the wall as the ringing in his mind persisted. He tried to push it away but it just pushed back. He tried to ignore it but it just ringed louder. Be back soon, was the mental message he sent to Shae throughout the ringing. The message he thought he sent, at least, it was hard to tell as his entire mind seemed to jump start after an immeasurable amount of time.
He was tired. So he shut off his mind, and embraced the darkness.
The ringing stopped.
If that wasn't an imperative moment, then what is?, he thought self-deprecatingly, as a small, indistinct ringing noise quickly rose and rose in pitch, enveloping his entire mind. Thoughts and emotions and memories that were not his own rushed through, and Ignavas had to focus on not being overrun. His mind was a dulled down, unfeeling wasteland where deeper thought was not a pre-requisite for action -- a state of being that he had relied on for more than he could remember. The sudden influx did not adapt well into his head. If anything, the opposite of what you would expect to happen was in full effect, as Shae dealing with the new ‘place’ in her head was probably easier than what would have normally happened – a little detail he had failed to tell her. He had expected her to fall outright unconscious and spend the next several hours having to probably deal with the trauma of such a procedure. He had actually expected mental agony, extreme stress, and some horrifying nightmares. What he was seeing was fairly minor compared to that.
Meaning the deepest of his fears were being realized. His mind was dying. The shift into Shae’s brain was so simple because there was barely anything for him to transition to her. Ignavas slumped against the wall as the ringing in his mind persisted. He tried to push it away but it just pushed back. He tried to ignore it but it just ringed louder. Be back soon, was the mental message he sent to Shae throughout the ringing. The message he thought he sent, at least, it was hard to tell as his entire mind seemed to jump start after an immeasurable amount of time.
He was tired. So he shut off his mind, and embraced the darkness.
The ringing stopped.
"Sloth," he said simply. There was no need to lie, and she would probably be able to find out pretty quickly on her own after the contract had been made. "But don't worry," a seemingly pointless expression nowadays, "you won't be walking around in a fatigued stupor and sleeping 20 hours a day. I can limit the effects of my... presence. At most you might be a little more tired than usual." He gave an incredibly light frown. "I would begin to discuss any... more drastic consequences on your mind on a long-term basis of several years or more, but for now, maybe just drink more coffee." He kept silent for a moment. "Or eat apples. Those help," he said, not realizing that vague amount of awkwardness was now present in his voice. "Well, not that I would really know, human food tastes like ash to me, but I have heard." He cleared his throat. "But I digress. My loyalties towards my... 'fellow demons'," he said that with the small hint of sardon, "are strained, to say the least." He was aware how vague that was, but it was a long story that led to other long stories, and they didn't have the time for that. "And angels would rather vanquish anything remotely demonic on sight -- I would have to be insane to affiliate myself with those over-zealous fanatics." He said this as the Warded Woman set up the circle, and nodded when she said she would help keep him there in his true form temporarily.
He noted with mild interest in his head that something just happened to a nearby demon. Disappeared. There was definitely something out there that he did not wish to deal with, but that would have to wait. He looked around and found a chair to sit down in -- if he was going to exit George, it would be rather rude to just have the man flop down onto the ground unconscious. Might hurt himself. Before sitting down, he turned his neck slightly towards the direction of the woman -- but didn't look directly at her. "I understand it may be required for the connection -- but avert your eyes from me the very second possible. To a human accustomed to seeing demons, it is not necessarily scary... Yes, 'scary' is not the right word. 'Unhinging', maybe. 'Harrowing', perhaps. I am afraid an appropriate English descriptive term fails to properly encapsulate it." He sat down in the chair, giving his host a moment of mental gratitude for his -- albeit, unwitting -- assistance. "Don't stare for long. The abyss stares back."
With a simple thought, Ignavas exited thing man's brain. George fell unconscious in the chair, and Ig seemed like he had disappeared -- a momentary thing as he took a moment to latch onto the surrounding power, and then it took a few seconds for his to appear, as if fading into existence. He held his arms out in front of his face, both comfortable and distressing to be back in his contradiction of a body. Looking at Ignavas in his true form was akin to staring at a walking paradox. He had no true shape -- yet at the same time had many. His being seemed to morph and move with each passing millisecond -- yet he also stayed the same. He wasn't there, yet he was. His body seemed to be a pure black -- yet he also enveloped every colour possible. It was like staring into a being made of static. But that was not an apt description. The only thing that a human being could make any conceivable sense out of was the blanched white eyes – soulless and deep, but comforting in a being that the eyes could not truly comprehend.
He ‘moved’ to the correct position in front of the circle, and held his ‘hands’ out to the Warded Woman. When everything was ready, he began to recite his terms of the contract. His voice was different from when inside his previous host – it was quieter and soft-spoken, but at the same time clearer and distinct. Everything they had discussed, from what he would supply her with, to the conditions for breaking the contract, were stated yet again, and worded in the exact same ways.
“Fully understanding the terms of our contract – do you accept?”
He noted with mild interest in his head that something just happened to a nearby demon. Disappeared. There was definitely something out there that he did not wish to deal with, but that would have to wait. He looked around and found a chair to sit down in -- if he was going to exit George, it would be rather rude to just have the man flop down onto the ground unconscious. Might hurt himself. Before sitting down, he turned his neck slightly towards the direction of the woman -- but didn't look directly at her. "I understand it may be required for the connection -- but avert your eyes from me the very second possible. To a human accustomed to seeing demons, it is not necessarily scary... Yes, 'scary' is not the right word. 'Unhinging', maybe. 'Harrowing', perhaps. I am afraid an appropriate English descriptive term fails to properly encapsulate it." He sat down in the chair, giving his host a moment of mental gratitude for his -- albeit, unwitting -- assistance. "Don't stare for long. The abyss stares back."
With a simple thought, Ignavas exited thing man's brain. George fell unconscious in the chair, and Ig seemed like he had disappeared -- a momentary thing as he took a moment to latch onto the surrounding power, and then it took a few seconds for his to appear, as if fading into existence. He held his arms out in front of his face, both comfortable and distressing to be back in his contradiction of a body. Looking at Ignavas in his true form was akin to staring at a walking paradox. He had no true shape -- yet at the same time had many. His being seemed to morph and move with each passing millisecond -- yet he also stayed the same. He wasn't there, yet he was. His body seemed to be a pure black -- yet he also enveloped every colour possible. It was like staring into a being made of static. But that was not an apt description. The only thing that a human being could make any conceivable sense out of was the blanched white eyes – soulless and deep, but comforting in a being that the eyes could not truly comprehend.
He ‘moved’ to the correct position in front of the circle, and held his ‘hands’ out to the Warded Woman. When everything was ready, he began to recite his terms of the contract. His voice was different from when inside his previous host – it was quieter and soft-spoken, but at the same time clearer and distinct. Everything they had discussed, from what he would supply her with, to the conditions for breaking the contract, were stated yet again, and worded in the exact same ways.
“Fully understanding the terms of our contract – do you accept?”
Been busy all day. Stressful as fuck.
Anyway, I'll get a post up within the next few hours.
Anyway, I'll get a post up within the next few hours.
Ignavas nodded, glad that the woman was willing to listen to reason. This was a very dangerous times for Sensitives – disregarding a demon’s help on the simple basis of them being demons was not a mistake many could afford to make. Disregarding a demon’s help because said help was not worth it seemed like the only logical reason to ignore it. Anything else was just ideological nonsense.
He followed the Warded Woman – a name he quite liked, but wouldn't be so stupid enough to use in regular conversation – to her safe house. He regarded the wards she also had scribed into her house with a certain degree of respect – any demon or angel worth their salt would be able to eventually get in… key word ‘eventually’.
Entering the room, he knew his explanation would be key. Terms and conditions time.
“The contract entails my abilities and prowess to be used to protect you upon any adverse contact – of which, there will undoubtedly soon be a striking rise in. I will, essentially, be yours to order. Your own personal attack dog. You will also be able to gain any information or knowledge that I wish to impart to you – although it’s not an open book. That would invite madness.” He cleared his throat, not wishing to digress further. “Of course, you may already know all this. What you want to know is what I'm benefiting – and I assure you, I have no desire for your soul.” He rubbed his forehead, trying to push away the constant fatigue eating away at him. He was so tired. Always, so very tired.
“It is quaint. In the grand scheme of your goals, my desire does not impede it at all. What I want is to experience a different perspective. For any claim of my own is slowly fading into nothing.” He did not wish to allow for any confusion, but he was sure there would be many. “Simply put, I wish to share your brain, but not control it.”
He followed the Warded Woman – a name he quite liked, but wouldn't be so stupid enough to use in regular conversation – to her safe house. He regarded the wards she also had scribed into her house with a certain degree of respect – any demon or angel worth their salt would be able to eventually get in… key word ‘eventually’.
Entering the room, he knew his explanation would be key. Terms and conditions time.
“The contract entails my abilities and prowess to be used to protect you upon any adverse contact – of which, there will undoubtedly soon be a striking rise in. I will, essentially, be yours to order. Your own personal attack dog. You will also be able to gain any information or knowledge that I wish to impart to you – although it’s not an open book. That would invite madness.” He cleared his throat, not wishing to digress further. “Of course, you may already know all this. What you want to know is what I'm benefiting – and I assure you, I have no desire for your soul.” He rubbed his forehead, trying to push away the constant fatigue eating away at him. He was so tired. Always, so very tired.
“It is quaint. In the grand scheme of your goals, my desire does not impede it at all. What I want is to experience a different perspective. For any claim of my own is slowly fading into nothing.” He did not wish to allow for any confusion, but he was sure there would be many. “Simply put, I wish to share your brain, but not control it.”
From the darkness of the alleyway, Ig leant against the side of the brick building next to him, still staring out at the hospital entranceway. He was angled in a way that he only just stayed within the shadows – the lights from the street lamps only just cut off. The more his mind lost track of itself waiting, the more he could feel George’s own sense of self surfacing – memories of a cheap apartment with an asshole of a roommate, poor relations with his family members, deep seated confidence issues masked with naught but a cocky smile and boisterous attitude…
He shoved those thoughts back down, sighing at how he wasn’t allowed to just stop thinking for a single moment. Possession was far too annoying, and the wafts of memories he caught from George were too distracting. Too many “too”s.
It was just then he noticed that everything was far too active. There were other presences outside his line of sight. Quite frankly, he didn’t want to deal with an angel tonight. Or any night for that matter, but he supposed things wouldn’t always go his way.
The woman finished her business in the hospital far swifter than he thought she would – but she came out with someone else. She only stayed inside for a couple minutes really, making this whole thing a lot simpler than waiting outside in a dark alley for several hours. He understood that the tattoos she was covered in were runes and wards – for basic protection from both demons and angels. Very smart of her. Discounting any potential danger from angels and merely focusing on protection from demons… well, that would be only for those poor souls under the damaging misconception that angels are righteous beings alive for their benefit and protection. The man on the other hand, Ig could feel latent potential there as well, but he was secondary right now.
He had found a prime target, but it wasn’t the time yet. They were having a conversation, and it would be terribly rude to interrupt. He vaguely thought that eavesdropping was hardly the pinnacle politeness, but he pushed that through aside. So he stayed still, and tried to listen in to their conversation – he wasn’t able to make out absolutely everything, but the fact that it was night-time helped the sound travel, so he got the general gist of it. The male was being keyed in on the whole ‘war’, and, of course, the oh so precious ‘balance’. As for inherent constructs in the universe, the ‘balance’ was something Ig referred to with as much scorn as he could muster – which wasn’t really much.
But otherwise, everything was perfect. His goals were not necessarily contrasted to the Warded Woman – just… differing intent. If communications with her failed then he would have to attempt it with the man he assumed to be a doctor. He stayed silent and still, not even flinching when the woman yelled out that she didn’t like being spied upon. Fair enough. He didn’t either. It was just necessary.
When the male was done taking the news surprisingly well and went back to work, Ignavas stepped out from the alleyway. He made no effort to hide himself, moving directly under the street lamp light. If there was trouble with angels or, for whatever reason, Fallen, then he would have to rely on the assumption that they wouldn’t outright attack him whilst inside a human being. That was not a sure-fire assumption to make.
“Hello,” he said as soon as she was within vocal range, his voice calm and soothing, but loud enough to be heard clearly and distinctly. There was nothing particularly threatening about his appearance, nothing to indicate that he was about to charge at any second. “I do apologize for the cloak and dagger, but I have a proposition that I believe matches up with your goals,” he politely said, already knowing she didn’t need to be told he was a demon. He was more and more wary of the onlookers that he knew were there somewhere, but none of that showed on his face. “My name is Ignavas, and I would request we speak somewhere with… less spectators, as I’ve sure you’ve noticed,” he eyed in the rough direction of the presences. “… Or perhaps somewhere with more spectators, so our conversation can be drowned out.” Such as a fast food joint or a busy bar.
He shoved those thoughts back down, sighing at how he wasn’t allowed to just stop thinking for a single moment. Possession was far too annoying, and the wafts of memories he caught from George were too distracting. Too many “too”s.
It was just then he noticed that everything was far too active. There were other presences outside his line of sight. Quite frankly, he didn’t want to deal with an angel tonight. Or any night for that matter, but he supposed things wouldn’t always go his way.
The woman finished her business in the hospital far swifter than he thought she would – but she came out with someone else. She only stayed inside for a couple minutes really, making this whole thing a lot simpler than waiting outside in a dark alley for several hours. He understood that the tattoos she was covered in were runes and wards – for basic protection from both demons and angels. Very smart of her. Discounting any potential danger from angels and merely focusing on protection from demons… well, that would be only for those poor souls under the damaging misconception that angels are righteous beings alive for their benefit and protection. The man on the other hand, Ig could feel latent potential there as well, but he was secondary right now.
He had found a prime target, but it wasn’t the time yet. They were having a conversation, and it would be terribly rude to interrupt. He vaguely thought that eavesdropping was hardly the pinnacle politeness, but he pushed that through aside. So he stayed still, and tried to listen in to their conversation – he wasn’t able to make out absolutely everything, but the fact that it was night-time helped the sound travel, so he got the general gist of it. The male was being keyed in on the whole ‘war’, and, of course, the oh so precious ‘balance’. As for inherent constructs in the universe, the ‘balance’ was something Ig referred to with as much scorn as he could muster – which wasn’t really much.
But otherwise, everything was perfect. His goals were not necessarily contrasted to the Warded Woman – just… differing intent. If communications with her failed then he would have to attempt it with the man he assumed to be a doctor. He stayed silent and still, not even flinching when the woman yelled out that she didn’t like being spied upon. Fair enough. He didn’t either. It was just necessary.
When the male was done taking the news surprisingly well and went back to work, Ignavas stepped out from the alleyway. He made no effort to hide himself, moving directly under the street lamp light. If there was trouble with angels or, for whatever reason, Fallen, then he would have to rely on the assumption that they wouldn’t outright attack him whilst inside a human being. That was not a sure-fire assumption to make.
“Hello,” he said as soon as she was within vocal range, his voice calm and soothing, but loud enough to be heard clearly and distinctly. There was nothing particularly threatening about his appearance, nothing to indicate that he was about to charge at any second. “I do apologize for the cloak and dagger, but I have a proposition that I believe matches up with your goals,” he politely said, already knowing she didn’t need to be told he was a demon. He was more and more wary of the onlookers that he knew were there somewhere, but none of that showed on his face. “My name is Ignavas, and I would request we speak somewhere with… less spectators, as I’ve sure you’ve noticed,” he eyed in the rough direction of the presences. “… Or perhaps somewhere with more spectators, so our conversation can be drowned out.” Such as a fast food joint or a busy bar.
Cool. Nice work you guys. Just finishing up my post now.
Nevermind, got nothing' to post till Shae leaves the hospital. Ig's too comfy in his dark, dirty alleyway to do anything yet.
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