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very much still interested! just trying to find the time to post.

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

An ear-piercing shriek. Then a barrage of expletives.

Imogen groaned and forced herself to rouse, vision blurry as she tried to rub away the sleepiness that still pulled at her. It took a couple of seconds to realize that she wasn't in her room (unless they changed the dorm room ceilings into glass just last night) and another five to remember she had somewhere important to be (special mission?!).

"What are you doing in there?" The dark-haired girl looming over her had calmed down enough to stop the wonderfully colorful string of curses she had assailed her with, and even dutifully helped her out of the extra-large but mostly empty planter she had been curled up in. Imogen thanked her for both the helping hand and the handful of new curse words she learned.

"Sleeping," Imogen answered plainly, picking out errant foliage from her messy pink hair and seriously rumpled clothes. She raised her arms in a brief stretch and immediately discovered the consequences of her botched late-night venture. After several days of successful patrols—success here being measured by number of times caught (zero) instead of number of times she has prevented another abduction (also zero)—she had gotten complacent and almost got caught by one of the Pegasus Knights on duty. The greenhouse had been the only way to avoid her line of sight and so she was forced to spend the night there, or risk getting into trouble.

Speaking of the greenhouse-- the sunlight filtered through the glass panels and Imogen was once again reminded of something important she had to do. "Hey, what time is it?"

"Seventh bell just rang… no, hold on, why are--”

"Uh-oh, Clary's gonna be big mad, I gotta go now. Thanks again for waking me up! I'll see you later!" Imogen raced out of the greenhouse, waving goodbye to the bewildered student left to wonder what on Fódlan just happened.

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She'd forgotten where they were supposed to meet and ended up going to their empty classroom first before checking the Blue Lions' and finding everyone there. Someone else was doing the lecture, not Professor Mik like she assumed—oh, shoot, was that Professor Lav? Imogen recoiled reflexively, guilt bubbling up as she recalled all the times she fell asleep in her class.

Hunched over sheepishly, she found the closest available seat and looked around wildly in attempt to catch herself up on the briefing. Whatever it was seemed serious, judging from the somber looks on some of their faces. Even Jory sounded cranky when raised his hand, which was odd given that he was talking to a pretty professor.

Lin was next to volunteer and Imogen started to pick up on the situation a little more. Okay, so they were being asked to either be away from the 'screaming civilians/hostages' or hang back with them. So they'd be split up in a group to attack and a group to defend? Although normally one to prefer being in the thick of things, because she would be too restless otherwise, Imogen knew immediately what she had to do. She'd been searching for opportunities to help others with her abilities and what better way than this?

"I can protect people!" Imogen jumped up and raised her hand, a determined glint in her eyes. It only occurred to her then to think about how the others might be feeling, after what they'd experienced in Luin. Her friends had gotten hurt before and she absolutely can't let that happen again. "We'll save everyone this time."

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A familiar voice snapped her out of the guilt spiral that was beginning to pull at her, and Freya all but melted gratefully into the arm draped across her shoulder. She didn't need to look at him to know who it was—she could pick out his voice in a crowd. His songs have surprisingly become the background music of her work life. "Hi there, Bills!" She smiled, gently knocking her head against his shoulder. "Been a while, huh?" Her gaze followed his as he looked around, realizing that she also had yet to see who actually showed up. There was a trill in her heart as recognition and nostalgia flooded her, memories long buried coming upon her with a rush as she looked from one person to the next. Hanna, she spotted immediately, of course. Seeing her in PJ's reminded Freya how grateful she had been that they reconnected in New York—she had singlehandedly kept her ties to Delton intact. Standing next to her in all his Magpie glory, was Connor with his unique brand of boyishness. He looked older, but seemed unchanged otherwise; he radiated the same affability he had throughout high school. Surely that could have only served him well all these years? She suddenly missed their night-time drives and wondered idly if he still did them now. On the other side of Hanna was someone that took her longer to place, her memories of him conflicting with the person she saw now. He's changed a lot, she mused. Her gaze lingered for a moment, slowly piecing the puzzle together. It wasn't until she had gotten a proper look at his eyes that it hit her: Meir. A tiny burst of pride swelled in her chest. Freya didn't know him too well in high school, but in the handful of classes they shared, she knew him to be one of the smartest people at Ritman. It was great to see him flourishing now. Jack approached them then, seeming eager to move away from the bar, and Freya greeted her with a fond smile. In terms of change, Connor and Meir stood on opposite ends of a spectrum, but Jack seemed to straddle the middle. The nonchalant Jack she knew in High School wouldn't have been the one initiating this get-together, yet somehow, she kept her effortlessly chill and laid-back vibes. At the mention of Sara's name, her smile threatened to falter. She was quicker to recover this time though and turned to Billy with a smile. He'd asked about drinks and she was more than happy to oblige. "Seems like they got started without us!" Freya asked for his drink order and sauntered to the bar with a playful wink. "But don't worry, I'll catch us right up." She only allowed herself the briefest sidelong glance at the booth as Jack pulled out a seat to join them. When had she become such a coward? ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

For all her interest in Crests and the abilities they bestowed, and despite her vow to make Clary proud by being focused for once, Imogen's attention span could only last so long. Professor Mal had given them too much information in too short a class—way too many Crest categories for her to keep track of—and Imogen's biggest takeaway was that Dogberry was a muscle that she needed to exercise. It made sense, kind of. Just like how she got stronger and faster by running up and down the mountains back home nearly every day, she would have to train so Dogberry would come more naturally to her.

But how do you go about training an imaginary little guy on her shoulder telling her what to watch out for? She can't just imagine him doing pushups and running laps, can she? The thought made her giggle and while she knew that didn't make any sense at all, part of her wished that was how it worked. She entertained the thought for a few moments before waving her hand by her head, as though it would physically shoo her distractions away.

Crest training was fun, but also super important, she had to remind herself. Imogen couldn't wait until the next class to get started. With these disappearances happening, honing her abilities could mean saving a fellow student's life! She was planning on going out to investigate again tonight; how helpful would it be if she could just know right away when someone's getting kidnapped?

Class concluded with Imogen in a daze, eyes glazed over and staring vacantly at the drawings on the board. In the end, the most viable training scenario in the hundreds that she came up with as Professor Mal rambled on was the simplest one: she has to be in danger.

Imogen packed her things automatically as everyone else started filing out the door, now stumped by an entirely new dilemma. How could she put herself in danger? Preferably without injuring herself too much. It's not like she could just climb a tower and jump off—she didn't need Dogberry to tell her that was dangerous. She would have to not know danger was coming so that she could... know it was coming? Uh, it was better not to think too hard about it. She swears it makes sense.

"Oh! Iz, wait up a sec," Imogen called out as she spotted the blonde quietly slipping away as usual. She missed when Clary came back, but as she rushed past her and Jory, she gave her two thumbs up in encouragement. Her way of saying she didn't know what was happening with her, but she had no doubt Clary got this. Look at her, she even looked like she was ready to kick some ass right then and there!

As soon as Imogen caught up to Iz, she rummaged through her satchel and handed her a wadded piece of paper. "Can you throw this at me? I'm trying something out."

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@nodogs didn't get as much time over the weekend as I hoped, so don't wait for me if you have a post ready! I was just going to move Freya to the bar anyway, so no big deal if you beat me to it -- i'll just add more to it if that happens.

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been super busy this past week, but will be able to post again this weekend! how's everyone doing?

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The stillness that greeted her was surprising at first, a stark contrast to the cacophony conducted by the ever-bustling streets of New York. Mornings were usually hectic and productive to a fault, filled with daily meetings and review sessions with key members of the team. It was a nice change of pace then, however slightly unsettling, to wake up to nothing but the distant calls of birds and the calming rustling of trees. Freya decided to take her morning tea out on the deck. Out there, highlighted by an early ray of sun and tickled by the cool breeze, she was drenched in a wave of nostalgia. She hummed a soft tune that randomly came to mind. Ah, Billy played that song before, didn't he? Freya hadn't realized how much she missed Delton until now. For a while, it had been a distant memory; a quiet, nagging regret that lingered in the corner of her mind. After they left so suddenly all those years ago, Delton was never again brought up. If it weren't for Hanna, she might have believed their time there really was just a dream. Her former hometown continued to be a sore spot for her mom, apparently so deeply damaging to her psyche that she would sooner give up half her estates than set foot back there. They never talked about what transpired in that quaint city; not about Ritman or the Bistro. Not about their friends and neighbors. And especially not about her father, whose whereabouts remained unknown to them. Only the frequent transfers to her account signaled he was alive and thriving somewhere in the world. She couldn't take another year with this mystery unsolved; it was like an itch she couldn't scratch, bothering her all these years. When their magazine partnered with a photographer based in Maine, Freya immediately volunteered to handle the shoot and even agreed to model, an offer she usually declined. It was the justification she needed. She won't be able to back out from this, even if she were to get cold feet, as she had many times before. ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ Freya wouldn't have time to explore the town until after their little reunion. She arrived at her Airbnb rental the night before, already too late to go out and wander about. Today's docket, meanwhile, had her glued to the computer from morning until late afternoon. She thought about taking a lunch break at the Bistro, but a twinge in her heart immediately shut down the idea. She settled for a protein bar and focused on the next thing on her agenda. Work was easy, therapeutic almost, and within moments she fell into her usual routine. It wasn't until things started winding down that she became once again conscious of her unfamiliar environment. Somehow, in this peaceful silence, everything else seemed louder: the clacking of her keys as she drafted an email to the team, the melodic peals of the windchime that came with every gentle breeze, the incessant dinging of her phone as a barrage of notifications began to fill the screen. Freya heaved a sigh and even that echoed in the empty room. "Trending again already," she noted with a wry smile. Was it even worth checking at this point? Usually it was inoffensive blather, just a bunch of tweets praising or critiquing her outfit at an event. Once in a while, it was the juicy stuff. Affairs and alleged pregnancies and did she break up with her actor boyfriend already? She thought she would have escaped this world of scandals and gossip by now, but its grasp on her never loosened, pulling her deeper and deeper into its clutches instead. More notifications, a handful of text messages, six missed calls from mom. Freya ignored all that and laugh-reacted to an innocuous Facebook post by Jack instead. ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ It was their former chauffeur that insisted on driving her around town when he heard about her visit. Once upon a time, Lloyd made car rides and road trips with her parents bearable. She didn't think she could ever pay him back for the warmth and kindness he'd shown her all those years ago. When he greeted her with a welcoming hug and a fond "look how much you've grown," she nearly burst into a blubbering mess of tears. The drive to P. Johnson's was short, barely enough time to prepare herself – although she wasn't exactly sure what she was preparing for, or even why she had to. It just felt like something she should be ready for, like a big presentation where she has to be in full control. Freya stalled just long enough to compose herself. Another deep, centering breath had done the trick, and after she bid Lloyd farewell, all her nerves washed away... ...only to bubble up again at the sound of Sara's voice. Freya faltered slightly as she walked in, but masterfully masked the quiver of her lips with a half-smile. Familiar and foreign all at once, the sight of Sara brought with it a burst of fond memories and resurfaced guilt. She never got to say goodbye to her, did she? Just up and left without a word, not even a measly text, after she promised she would be there for her after what happened with Will. Seated across from her was another alumnus--ah, his name was at the tip of her tongue. Eric? No, Lucas, that's right. Freya had every intention of joining them, she swore she did. But her willful feet betrayed her and kept her rooted by the bar's entrance. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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@Odin ooh, yes, go ahead with the PM! :D That's exactly what I was hoping for in terms of their family's connection. I was super excited to explore their dynamics because of their almost parallel powers and backstory, but didn't want to interfere with anything you may have planned. Working together on the backstory would be great!

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freya relationships

Jack ^@nodogs
Being frequently surrounded by snobs and gossips and clout chasers, Freya probably gravitated toward Jack (whenever she could find her around school, at least) when she needed a breather. To Freya, her indifference was like an oasis. They probably wouldn't talk about anything too deep, maybe sometimes would even just listen to music together? Whatever it is, Freya would have been relaxed around her.

Meir ^{@Salsa Verde}
Knew him to be a target of certain groups she hung out with. They probably had a couple of AP classes together, since Freya did pretty well academically? She knew how smart he was and probably quietly rooted for him to get through high school so he could properly bloom into his potential.

Sara

Depends if she was one of Freya’s ‘unlikely friends’. Sara would have wanted to keep it under wraps, knowing how other people viewed her relationships as weirdly contractual. If anyone knew about it, Freya – or worse, other people – would likely just assume she was using the rich girl for popularity or a brief escape from middle class life.
If they weren’t friends then Sara wouldn’t take the initiative to talk to her. Freya would just be a face she’d note from the periphery of a party.

@banjoanjo

Ooh, yes, I’d like for her to be one of the unlikely friends! Maybe when Freya and her family first moved in, it was Sara who welcomed her? Freya could have known Willard too. Maybe they have a secret place they go to meet up and hang out, because Freya knew not to get anyone involved in the scandals that plagued her. Sara would have been a trusted confidant, and she opened up to her more than she normally would.

Freya would have regretted not keeping in contact with her after they moved back to New York without a word, mirroring what Willard did just months prior.

Hanna

Hanna definitely knows of Freya, somehow. Perhaps even after Delton? Seeing as both of them live in NY. I don't know where to start the connection, though. There is quite a few strings to use here, especially this one "Although she often hung around her elitist clique...". I'm thinking Hanna and her buddies belong to that title.

@Prisk

Yes, I would think that Hanna and her friends are part of the popular circles that Freya surrounded herself with! Freya always invited people over to her stereotypical rich girl house, so maybe they saw each other pretty often?

Freya would have only tolerated Jennifer and Madeleine at best, and she didn't care for any of their mean girl shenanigans. Hanna would have intrigued her more, mostly because of their conflicting worldviews. She often wondered how Hanna wasn't exhausted from putting so much stock on what other people thought of her.

How do you think they'd get along in NY? Freya is currently a creative director for a fashion magazine, so they’d have some overlap in that area? Her mom’s a socialite so they have connections galore.

Genesis

Genesis would be a frequenter at Freya's parties. I can even see them being friends, though Freya hanging around with the popular clique being a point of contention between the two as Genesis is one of those people who pride themselves on being "real".

@fledermaus

Yep, that's what I think too! A lot of her other ‘friends’ don't like Genesis and some were downright afraid of her acerbic remarks and candor, but Freya admired her for it, however brutal it could be. Genny would have known which rumors about Freya were real, and they'd laugh at the more ridiculous ones.

Maybe there was a point where they started hanging out a lot, beyond the parties. Freya would have known Genny didn't like the other people she surrounded herself with, but she was too afraid to let them go. They'd been necessary in keeping her distracted from the drama at home. Her refusal to break ties with them could have led to them drifting apart?

Lucas ^{@Mao Mao}
Freya would have heard about the incident with his dating profile and maybe approached him to help him deal with being the subject of a rumor? She sympathized a lot with his plight, even though she knew their circumstances were completely different. Her life definitely didn't get upended like his over a rumor. It probably didn't help that she hung around the people that put him in that situation, though.

Ben ^@Odin
Hm, Freya’s family is pretty shady, so I’m wondering if her dad and his would have some sort of connection?

But yeah, like calls to like, and even if Freya and Ben might not have interacted too much, she would have seen him as a sort of kindred spirit. It's in the way he conducted himself, the perfectly manicured persona – it was all too familiar.

Connor ^@Sweven7
Think they would have been around the same circles? He was easy enough to get along with, so Freya liked him. Maybe she liked how he didn't fawn over her like some of the other boys did. She would have probably called him late at night so she could get away from her own home drama, maybe joined some of his nightly car rides.

Billy

Billy would be an ever present face at house parties thrown at her place. They would be as close as she would let them get, so I leave that to you, and we can discuss it at more length if needed.

@Gisk

I can see Billy being one of those she actually considered a true friend. Freya would have admired his strong sense of self. His music is not her usual cup of tea, but when she's had a few drinks, she loves it. Maybe she even sings along when he plays piano. She has a nice, sweet voice, but it’s not meant for pop punk lol

When he released his album, she bought it to support him, but found she likes to blast it on the speakers whenever she needs to be in the zone for work. If he ever had a show in New York, she would have gone to see it.

freya notes

• Was a member of the cheer squad, though didn't care enough to be captain. Voted Prom Queen during junior year
• Did ballet and retains some habits from then
• Left-handed
• Longest relationship has been three weeks and four days
• Likes playing obscure indie games and horror games
• Her dad was incarcerated during her sophomore year, and was charged with multiple counts of embezzlement and fraud. Somehow, he was able to run the family business while he was away. He was supposed to face a minimum of ten years, but was released two years later.
• Coincidentally, that's when they moved back to New York.

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█ Freya Brigham

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▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - twenty-five ► Gender - Female ► Sexuality - Bisexual ► Nickname - Frey, Faye ► Occupation - Junior Creative Director ► Qualifications - 1st runner-up at Miss New York Pageant, graduated summa cum laude at NYU ► Residence - New York, NY ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - A small one down her wrist, shaped like an umbrella's handle, that has since been covered by her tattoo ► Tattoos - Freya has a small tattoo of an outlined paper crane on her wrist, hiding her old scar ► Piercings - Just ears ► Style - Freya has a keen eye for fashion and the funds to purchase it. Although she often chooses to splurge on designer brands, she has no problem putting together stylish outfits from thrift store buys. Recently, she's been into two-piece ensembles and crochet tops. She takes extra time to style her hair only during special events or gatherings, opting for a natural wavy look on a day-to-day basis. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

LIFE AT RITMAN Have you heard about the freshman who threw a yacht party that the police shut down? Or the sophomore whose father was sent to jail for embezzlement? How about the junior who was allegedly in a relationship with one of her teachers? Freya's reputation in Ritman High seemed as though it had a life of its own, growing beyond her control as the rumor mill churned out endless claims about her life, her family, and her relationships. Within the year they relocated from New York to Delton, her family had become a frequent source of gossip and scandal in the otherwise peaceful town. Not that she was blameless in all this; Freya, caring little about what people thought, neither confirmed nor denied any of the rumors' validity, which only served to exacerbate their wildfire spread. For the most part, Freya had simply allowed herself to be swept away by the tempestuous tide of high school life. It didn't matter to her what she did or with whom, so long as she would be surrounded by people that can distract from the much more turbulent deluge that was her home life. Turned out that the popular clique was easiest to breach and preserve—wealth impressed them, simple as that. Freya let them throw as many parties as they wanted in her family's pseudo-mansion and that was more than enough to hold together their brittle friendship, if it can be called that. Even with her increasingly bad reputation, she was never directly ostracized by her chosen circle, although she supposed they all talked about her behind her back anyway. The number of students who knew truth from rumor remained the small handful that she truly considered friends. Although she often hung around her elitist clique for the mindless distraction, she shared more intimate moments with unlikely friends, finding solace in their pointed lack of interest in her supposed scandals. One of her biggest regrets has been not keeping in touch with them. When she had to suddenly move back to New York, her mother had forbidden her to contact anyone outside the family. They packed their things and left within a day, just a week before her graduation. PSYCHE INTJ. With her signature wry smile and calculating gaze, it would seem as though nothing fazes Freya. Not the rumors that trailed her around most of her life, nor the insurmountable expectations her mother demanded of her. Instead, she is flippant when put under pressure, seemingly in control of whatever situation she's in, even when she's very clearly out of her element. Freya will pursue any and all endeavors as though there is a 100% success rate. And if she fails, well, then she'll just make it seem like she did it on purpose. Her poise is often misconstrued as the cocksureness of someone too young and privileged to have known any hardships, and while there is some truth to that sentiment, it isn't entirely accurate. The trick Freya learned at a very early age—had to learn lest she succumb to the toxicity surrounding her—was to drown out the noise and let her inner voice ring loudest. If she seems entirely self-assured, it's because she tells herself that she is and ignores everyone else telling her otherwise. Freya had been so afraid of getting hurt that she erected wall after wall around her, keeping any detractors from getting close. Unfortunately, without realizing, she had not only shut out the bad, but the good as well. She distanced herself from her friends and family, even her true self—she had put on this self-assured, blasé persona for so long that she's worried her world will come crumbling down if she sheds it. The truth is, beneath all the pretense is a bleeding heart that gets attached too quickly and too deeply. Nothing scares Freya more than baring her soul, because she knows that if she lets someone in, there is no questioning her devotion. She will kill for you, die for you, tear herself apart for you. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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POWER Almost like the world is conspiring against her, Freya has gained the power of telepathy. Generally speaking, she can project, read, and manipulate the thoughts of anyone within a certain range. This ability has many applications, most of which require her utmost focus or she runs the risk of getting overloaded. Its easiest and most straightforward use is to send or receive the thoughts (and sometimes emotions) of those around her. This is not limited to a single target, and in fact, more focus and effort are required to single out an individual's thoughts. With enough practice, Freya can tune this so she can also share the senses one mind is experiencing with herself or someone else. Manipulating thoughts is vastly more difficult and takes a toll on her physically and mentally. With a lot of strain and concentration, Freya can induce hallucinations into a single target's mind. It lasts for as long as she can withstand the headache it causes, or until her concentration is broken. There are limits to what she can project—mainly, it has to be something she can clearly envision herself—and these hallucinations' effects are entirely dependent on how the target handles them. Lastly, Freya can also implant suggestions or commands in the mind of others, although doing so is even more demanding to her body. It doesn't work like regular mind control, where she simply wills someone to perform an action and they succumb to it, at least not yet. It's more like having a mini-Freya standing on your shoulder, whispering in your ear, coaxing you to do her a favor. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

- ▼ STRENGTHS ► Can provide secure and reliable long-distance communication. ► Getting in the head of her opponent can be incredibly advantageous, provided she has the means to utilize the knowledge she obtains. Works best in tandem with others, where she can supplement their abilities with precious intel. ► Messing with an aggressor's mind can lead to clouded judgment, lowered composure, or distraction, generally leaving them in a debilitated state. ▼ WEAKNESSES ► Perhaps the biggest drawback from her ability is that the switch starts on, so to speak. Freya has to actively stop from listening in, and still needs to learn how to ignore or silence the voices. If she's surrounded by too many people, their thoughts could overwhelm and incapacitate her. If even a single person has very strong convictions, their thoughts come across as loud, unwavering yells. The more intense the thought, the louder it is. In addition to the toll exerted on mind and body, thought manipulation also demands absolute focus. Even the slightest distraction can unravel a hallucination or a suggestion. And obviously, Freya has no means of physical defense. She's as strong as your average twenty-something-year old. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔