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Current Two 4+ year long RPs completed within 20 days of each other - now THAT'S what we're talking about!
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Congratulations to the cast of the Gifted, we just finished our RP after almost four years! Excelsior!
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Pronouns: She/Hers
Languages: English, French
Current Bio Theme: Beelzebub / Good Omens
Previous Bio Themes: Lorna Dane; Sylvie Laufeydattir; Ahsoka Tano; Harley Quinn; Mood Board / Wanda Maximoff; Bernadette Rostenkowski; Fiona Goode; Sally; Scott Lang; Felicity Smoak; Nico Minoru; The Frost Triplets; Gertrude Yorkes; Violet Harmond; Clint Barton; Lorna Dane; Selesia Upitiria; James March; Tony Stark; Olivia Moore; Harley Quinn

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πŸŒˆπŸ‘» Leda Storm πŸ‘»πŸŒˆ

Location: Tartarus
Skills: N/A

"See, that's what I was afraid you'd say..." Leda trailed off, her eyes darting over towards a corner of the room. There was a sword leaning up against it, the blade made of bone and the hilt out of scales. If they were going to be fighting a giant - or even a Titan - both options were completely insane to go up against without some sort of weapon. She snatched up the sword, feeling good to have a weapon in her hands again - even if it lacked the familiarity of Ultraviolet.

It was mildly embarrassing, but she did miss that sword. Ultraviolet had been an extension of herself. And even if they made it through Tartarus and Leda got her life back, there was no way she'd see Ultraviolet again. Her sword was gone, buried underneath a pile of rubble she suspected. Maybe Kiera had it. She wasn't sure.

But the door swung open, and Leda dove into the hiding spot Mads' indicated without a second thought to her old sword.

Of course it's a fucking giant...



β˜€οΈ Nancy Parker β˜€οΈ

Location: Camp Half-blood
Skills: N/A

"I will escort her myself, alongside two volunteers," Nancy decided. She wasn't about to let Leandra wander through the rest of Camp without the escort of someone she trusted. Even though she was the leader of New Rome, her circle of trust did not expand far. There could be others in the Legion that sympathized with Leandra, who also had received false promises and decided to forsake their vows. And even then, it was possible that Leandra might make a mad dash, that she might try to overpower her guards, that she would bring another safe haven to ruin... So no, Nancy could not just allow someone at random to escort Leandra. She would go herself, and she would bring others with her.

She hoped that Niah would come - and Zeke, too. Even though Zeke was not part of Rome, he was her brother - more so than any other child of Apollo Nancy had met before. He would have been her brother regardless of their father. For a brief moment, Nancy imagined what that life would have been like - to grow up with a sibling, rather than suffocating in her mother's shadow alone. And then she chased the thought from her head. She couldn't afford distractions. Mads couldn't afford distractions.




@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
11:50 PM - Tue. November 23rd, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

Everyone: She-Hulk will get the info for contacting your parent/guardian, and will make the call on her phone. It isn't her personal phone, it seems like one issued for Avengers business. The phone call will open with her explaining that there was an incident at the school with a supervillain, that your character was involved, but everyone is okay. She-Hulk will then say that she will be staying on site with the affected students until a parent/guardian can come to retrieve them, and that the Avengers can help pay for transportation costs for families this would pose a hardship for. At this point, she will pass the phone over to your character, so they can speak with their parent/guardian directly.

If you need specific dialogue or dialogue responses from She-Hulk, please send me a DM on Discord, with the relevant text that needs to be responded to. I will do my best to respond to each within 24 hours. Do not anticipate to get more than 2-3 bonus lines of dialogue, however. The majority of your post should be your character talking with their guardian.


April nodded guiltily, as Leah and Sabine quickly put a plan into motion. She didn't want to run away - or more of, she didn't want to be seen as someone who would run away - but curling into a ball in her girlfriends' rooms felt like the best thing for her in that moment. She was emotionally exhausted, beyond wiped out. Her entire body was simultaneously numb and over stimulated, shaking and still, her heart void of feeling and overflowing. She'd lost her mind, and the shame had yet to quite sink in - the embarrassment that would soon come, as the dullness of her senses went away, and the realization of how much destruction she had caused in her panic would sink in. She was deathly afraid of being like them, of losing control... And now she had.

None of her friends had died... this time.

So as Sabine started to distract She-Hulk, April let herself be whisked away from Leah - a softly whispered goodbye to her friends and her sister, the ever so slight wave of a trembling hand - as she crept her way to the door. Her head was down, her eyes at the floor, so much so that she almost didn't notice as she nearly walked into an incredibly buff wall of green and violet.

"Going somewhere?" She-Hulk asked, crossing her arms. Even with Sabine's distraction, her perception was uncanny - and the stealth of two high school students was not.

April swallowed thickly. "Uh just this... just the bathroom," she squeaked out, her face burning crimson. "I can... um... I can give you my parents' number now? Well, it's her parents' too - not her, but her," she floundered, gesturing towards Zelda. "It's pretty late in DC so they might not answer the phone, but um... We have to call them? Right, yes, of course - of course we do, Madam She-Hulk, ma'am... uh... Sorry," she rambled, before reciting her mother's phone number.

"Deep breaths, kid," She-Hulk said sympathetically, before dialing the number. She quickly spoke on the phone, explaining everything that had happened, and that they needed to come pick up April and her sister, before She-Hulk passed the phone over to April and put it on speaker, waving Zelda to come on over.

"Shit, girls, are you alright? I'm waking your father up now, we'll be on the first quinjet from DC to come and get you. Are you hurt? Has a doctor looked at you?" April's mother, Bonnie, a director of SHIELD and the champion of the goddess Athena, said. It made her body tremble to hear her mother's voice.

"Um. We're fine and not dead yet..." Zelda muttered.

"What's going on?" her dad's voice muttered in the background.

"The girls were nearly murdered - there was an attack at the school - get dressed, I've already requisitioned a ship."

"Y-yeah..." April murmured, her cheeks still bright red from She-Hulk quite literally stopping her at the door. "We're... fine...."

"What????????"

"We're fine, the guy is dealt with," Zelda argued, clearly not wanting to be part of this conversation.

"April, I need you to take care of your sister, okay?" Bonnie ordered. In the background of the call, April could hear bags shifting - probably her parents' go-bags, packed just in case of an emergency. "Keep her calm. Until we get there, I want you to stay with Maria, okay?"

"I... Y-yes, I can... I can do that! Um, yes, keeping Zelda calm, that is my priority - and - and listening to... listening to Maria."

"...I'm calmer than she was a few minutes ago, mom I don't need her to keep me calm, it's fine. The psycho is dealt with... Actually knowledge of video games came in handy for once other than for my costumes."

"....What? Listen, go stay with Maria, I have to get off the phone. But if anything changes, call me IMMEDIATELY, okay? Swear it on the goddess. Both of you."

"....I.... I swear..."

"...I swear. It's fine though nothing is going to happen... Probably."

The phone call ended, and She-Hulk went up to Dorian next. "Number, please - and don't worry about him," she added, motioning towards Arcade. "He'll get a fair trial."

Percy, meanwhile, was in conversation with his sister. Diana had raised a question to him, asking why he was tolerating his boyfriend's pleas for Arcade. Neither of them needed to provide contact information for their parents - their mothers were already here - so the two of them didn't have to go line up by She-Hulk. And their parents were currently discussing logistics with the other Avengers, and making calls for bringing Arcade to a secure facility for questioning.

But as he looked at Dorian, the answer came to him. "Because he wouldn't be who he is otherwise," he answered his sister, purposefully speaking in English rather than returning in Russian. Part of Dorian's personality and self was his compassion - even if it was flawed. Percy couldn't fault him for that. It was part of what he loved about him.



Guin Stark

Location: New Orleans Botanical Gardens
Skills: N/A

Guin's stomach churned as everything went so wrong so quickly. The partition was in place - and the wrong personality was fronting, leaving Mary inaccessible. They'd made a gamble, one that they were about to pay for dearly. Chrysi lashed out at them with plants, with Ed's shield shattering and Pietro grabbing them faster than the eye could see, taking them to temporary safety. And then Annie, genius Annie, tried to reach out - to draw Chrysi into a dialogue, to see if they could negotiate. It was probably the only option they had left.

And as Annie asked Chrysi what she wanted, Guin's mind snapped back to Wanda's world - where everyone got exactly what they wanted.

"You want a body, right?" Guin said tentatively, her voice growing in confidence. "You want a body and a mind all to your own. No one else to share it with. No more roommates." She walked forward slowly, her hands held up to show she didn't mean any harm. "We can do that. We can make it happen. We can make you a body of your own - hell, you can even design it, make your ideal self. We don't need to fight, Chrysi."

The only person she knew who did cloning was Nathaniel Essex, but she would burn that bridge when they got to it.




Avery Spellman

Location: Chandrilar
Skills: N/A

Runa bowed her head as the Majestrix agreed to take them to the device, and to allow its use. A lack of portability and a single shot were two constraints, yes, but neither of them troubled Runa greatly. She was a goddess, after all. Even should she fall, the cycle of Ragnarok would see her and her loved ones born again. But mostly, she was not accustomed to being limited - her magicks allowed her to warp and redefine reality at a whim. "Thank you, Majestrix."

Though, as they walked, another notion did occur to her - a failsafe option of sorts. She was not well versed in curses, yet she knew of a curse that would impact the caster's bloodline. She was the blood of the Phoenix. Should she cast a curse to kill her blood... the Phoenix would die, and the universe spared. All of her family would die. She would need to go to Hel's domain to beg for their return... All but Loki, her uncle not by blood but by bond.

Unless she could localize the curse somehow, hone into just the Phoenix herself and spare the others. But the modify the spell, she would need aid. Aid that Klara, witch-kin as she was, would not be able to edit a spell of this power - and her mind was still addled from everything that had happened. This sort of magic was forbidden, no one else in the House of Odin would be able to help her with this task.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment, whispering a soft incantation - a near silent spell, her thoughts cast out into space, echoing across the galaxy as they sought out their target. Uncle, she thought. I have need of your aid.

"How fragile is this device?" Ben asked the Majestrix, his arms crossed. "Is it fire resistant?" It was one thing if they could disguise it, so the Phoenix wouldn't recognize it - but if a single fireball destroyed it, it didn't do them much good.

Avery brushed their hand back against Carolina's. She was an anchoring presence in this moment, a little bit of normalcy amongst the nonsense of the X-Men. They were in space, unfathomably far from home, and their world - their galaxy - their universe was on the brink of destruction because of one of their own. Hopefully the Majestrix's device worked - and if not that, then maybe Max had some ancient artifact that he could pull from a vault, and use it to bind the Phoenix and nullify the threat.

They shivered for a moment, acutely aware of the fact that the rest of the team could be dead right now - that they had no knowledge of how the encounter with the Phoenix went. Annie and Perry and Edus and Bethany, all of them could be dead right now. They could return back to find bodies, bodies that Avery would be able to raise and puppet, but not restore life to, not in any way that counted.



πŸŒˆπŸ‘» Leda Storm πŸ‘»πŸŒˆ

Location: Tartarus
Skills: N/A

Leda raised an eyebrow as they got closer, seeing the massive size of the hut. The ceilings were easily twice as tall as what Leda was used to - she tilted her head, trying to judge what sort of monster might call this place home. A cyclops seemed too small. Whatever lived here must've been giant. But maybe that would work to their advantage - Leda was fast, and something this big was probably slow.

And hopefully had a giant stash of food that they could steal from.

So when Mads went in through the crack in the door, Leda followed suit. "Any idea what lives here?" Leda whispered, keeping her voice low - especially when Mads revealed the fireplace was still warm. This home, this lair, clearly wasn't abandoned. And knowing their luck, they were going to have to fight their way out of it. There was almost no chance this thing would be friendly.



β˜€οΈ Nancy Parker β˜€οΈ

Location: Camp Half-blood
Skills: N/A

Nancy frowned slightly at the reminder that killing Leandra was not an option. She was not particularly a fan of exile - it left too much of an opening for Leandra to hurt them again. She believed more in handling Rome's enemies permanently. If they were a shade in the Underworld, only then could their threat be neutralized. Her eyes met Zeke's for a brief moment, and she imagined that he shared her objections - that her brother could understand her rage in a way few others could.

Niah's solution was better - an oath with grave consequences. The greatest oaths that could ever be sworn were governed by Niah's mother, the River Styx. Even gods had to abide that vow. Breaking it was dire for a deity - Nancy had to imagine that whatever wrath the Styx had to bring down upon a mortal, it would be a greater pain than she could ever devise herself. And in the absence of Mads, her co-praetor, the final say of the sentencing came down to her.

"As the leader of New Rome's legion, I find you, Leandra, daughter of Cupid, guilty on all counts," Nancy began. "I sentence you to die."

"As death will not yet take you, I sentence you to exile. You are not to come within a hundred miles of New Rome, Camp Jupiter, or her legion. You are not to have any contact with or aid from members of the Twelfth Legion, past, present, and future. As terms of your exile, you will swear an oath on the River Styx of non-aggression, and your tongue will be forever forfeit."

She curled her hands tightly into fists. "If you will not swear this oath, or if you violate the terms of your Exile, then I will see you dismembered limb by limb, and scattered across the Sea of Monsters to live out the rest of your cursed existence as little more than viscera. "



Guin Stark

Location: New Orleans Botanical Gardens
Skills: N/A

Guin bit her lip, thinking through the options - not that they had many. They could try to seal away Mary's alternate personality, something that historically never went well. Repression wasn't the answer, as tempting as it was. Part of her wanted to put an inhibitor collar around Mary's neck and knock her unconscious and give them more time to sort everything out. Something she was sure that Mary wouldn't consent to, something that would then trigger doomsday all the more sooner. She wanted to put her best friend on ice, and find a way to slowly and methodically take out the Phoenix and isolate Mary's mental illness. She wanted to wrap a suit of armor around her mind and save her.

Annie's suggestion was incredibly tempting.

But she couldn't help but wonder if it was wrong - if instead of repressing the other personality, they should try to integrate them into one - or to somehow clone Mary and put the alternate personality in its own body. "Mare - does that sound okay to you?" Guin then asked, leaving the coin toss up to the person whose autonomy was in question.





Avery Spellman

Location: Chandrilar
Skills: N/A



Ben's eyes narrowed slightly at the Majestrix's admission. She was Xavier's child? He didn't share Casper's trauma, and he found him to be exhausting in the best of times, but Casper was like a brother to him. Every time he saw something connected to Casper's abuser, his heart swelled up with anger. It was why it had been so contentious between Max and himself when Max had gone off to join the X-Men - and why he couldn't decide if he hated the Majestrix or pitied her. She was Xavier's daughter. She was also Casper's sister.

And then, the shameful part of him that was a mold of his own father, wondered if they could use it to manipulate her.

Meanwhile, Avery felt completely out of their depth. Everything was already intense enough, meeting Xavier's mysterious alien child wasn't even something that they could begin to properly process. When had Xavier been to space? When had he been to space long enough to have a kid with someone? And if Xavier's kid was the ruler of a mighty empire, why hadn't they known? Did Xavier know? If he knew, why didn't he use that to help mutants - why didn't he ask the Shi'ar to come and push for change? It's what Avery would have done, had they been in that situation.

But mostly, they couldn't get past the revelation that Professor X fucks.

It was such a distracting and foreign thought that Avery almost missed Xandra's explanation about the device, how it hadn't been tested, and the relative urgency that they needed to operate under, due to Shi'ar law. The same urgency that had driven them here - the very real possibility that Mary could be about to lose all control and kill billions of people in the lapse.

"You have my assurance, Majestrix, that the Midgardians' error will not be repeated," Runa vowed. "I will see the host dead myself if needed."


πŸŒˆπŸ‘» Leda Storm πŸ‘»πŸŒˆ

Location: Tartarus
Skills: N/A

"Mm, thanks," Leda said, a bit out of breath, as she took the water from Mads. She guzzled down a small portion of the canteen, not wanting to drink too much of it - water was hard to come by in Tartarus, and the water that they did have access to was painful to drink. Still, she needed it, or she wouldn't be able to keep on running. She'd drunk about eight ounces before she closed the canteen, offering it back to Mads. Her heart was still pounding, but her energy would come back soon enough. She might've been dead, but she was young, and a demigod. She recovered quickly.

She then turned her head, looking in the direction that Mads had pointed out. It took her a moment, before she saw what looked like a little hut. Her stomach briefly churned with anxiety and dread. No one nice lived in Tartarus. So the hut definitely belonged to some sort of monster that would love to kill some demigods in its spare time. "You think anyone's home?"



β˜€οΈ Nancy Parker β˜€οΈ

Location: Camp Half-blood
Skills: N/A

Nancy's eye twitched. Somehow, seeing Leandra immediately pivot from claiming she wasn't guilty to now just confessing that she had been working for Tartarus was completely infuriating. Was this all a game to her? Was this a joke? Did she not realize what was at stake - did she not realize the consequences of her actions?? Had Nancy been able to burst into flames, the trial room would have been burnt to a crisp by now, the anger radiating off of her almost palpably hot.

In that moment, Nancy made a silent wish for Jupiter to curse Leandra.

She knew the king of the gods would be able to hear her, if he chose to listen. She knew that he had cursed many a mortal before and those stories ended only in tragedy and pain. But Nancy didn't care. She wished a fate worse than death upon Leandra, her throat so tight she could scarcely find her voice, only just wishing for a lightning bolt to appear from the heavens and split Leandra in two.

"She confesses to having been offered power by Tartarus. She asks for us to proceed with the sentence," Nancy said to the Senate, lifting her eyes from the note. "Are there any objections?"
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@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
??? - Tue. November 23rd, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

Embraced by her girlfriends, her fears spoken aloud and dealt with by Sabine, Leah's strong arms wrapped around her, and under the influence of her sister's calming aura, the chaos spasming in April's mind subsided, at least for a little while. The water fell flat on the ground of the room, no longer thrashing violently. She slumped over like a puppet without strings, thoroughly exhausted, the mental toll exacting a physical consequence. April didn't lift her head, instead just resting her face against Leah's chest, not even minding the sand paper feel of Leah's coarse curls.

"Well, this is touching, but we have people bleeding out," Percy hissed, emphasizing the urgency. One of the Mary Sue's had been stabbed, as had Mads and others. April's panic attack had completely destroyed the room around them, an added injury after the fight with Arcade that they had barely managed to survive. The psycho wasn't even hurt, having been relatively unscathed after April's onslaught. As much as Sabine had just argued that April wasn't her family, Percy found himself disagreeing.

She had as much control as the Scarlet Witch.

At seeing his mother, Maria, rush into the room though, Percy's knees briefly went weak. For a split second, he felt very much the young kid that he still was, having survived a dangerous situation only to then be faced with his mother. Part of him wanted to slump over and sob, to cling to her suit. But he pushed that down, instead straightening his back, as he saw his mother's coworkers quickly join them - Hawkeye, She-Hulk, Shang Chi, and Ant-Man. "You're late."

Hawkeye raised a gray eyebrow, the scars on his face shifting. "Nice to see you too, punk." He then paused, glancing at April - and then at Arcade. "That him?"

Percy nodded.

"Great," She-Hulk said, before formally arresting Arcade, reading off a version of the Miranda Rights used particularly for supervillains - and then Shang Chi cuffed him, the cuffs designed to dampen powers, glowing a sinister red.

The Scarlet Witch and Captain Marvel then alighted in the room, having finished their sweep from outside. "All clear," Carol said. "Everything's secure."

Wanda nodded in agreement, before seeing the various injuries around the room, and she frowned. Her eyes flashed red as she whispered an incantation, a spell that had been taught to her by her tutor, Agatha Harkness, and the wounds slowly began to close.

"I need you all to give me a good number to call - we have to inform your guardians as to what happened," She Hulk then said.
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Guin Stark

Location: New Orleans Botanical Gardens
Skills: Telepathy, Deduction, Perception, Investigation

The panic she was feeling was smothered out only ever so slightly through Pietro's use of their psychic link, but there was no way for it to be gone completely. Not with the stakes that were at hand. Gambit approached Mary, and Guin's stomach twinged with unease - they'd rushed into this situation with only half of a plan, gambling that they'd be able to make a positive impact here. And it wasn't like the usual stuff that the X-Men did, fighting some megalomaniacal villain - this was Mary. This was one of their own.

It was like they were approaching the edge of a cliff, about to fall off and dive into the unknown.

"Everyone - everyone just take a breath, and give her some space, okay?" Guin said, her heart beating quickly. She didn't want to startle Mary, and wanted to try to lower the amount of stimulus around her, so Guin tried a trick that had been used to help her when she'd first started being able to hear thoughts. It took her a few attempts, partially from her own nerves, but Guin constructed a telepathic bubble around Mary - preventing the thoughts from the outside world from drifting into Mary's mind.

It should help, at least keeping her from having to have to actively filter out others. As for whether Annie's plan was a good idea... Guin wasn't sure. She didn't know what to do in this situation, and it was killing her. She wanted to be assertive, to have a fully formed plan and execute it. But Perry was already overwhelmed, Jaclyn was saying things that Guin wasn't processing, and Mary seemed to be holding on by a thread.

"....Mary. Can Annie and I help you?" Guin asked softly.

Avery Spellman

Location: Chandrilar
Skills: N/A

Avery held themself very still, their eyes trained on the Shi'ar ruler. They suddenly felt woefully ill prepared for this sort of situation - there weren't exactly classes at the school on intergalactic politics, or maybe there were and Avery just didn't know about them. So instead, their naturally quiet personality took over, and they were practically frozen in place, allowing others to talk while they were somewhat tongue tied. If they said the wrong thing and it doomed the galaxy, they'd never be able to forgive themself -

... especially not in front of Max and Carolina.

They couldn't help but notice that the ancient mage was quiet as well - perhaps best considering what tact to take with the Majestrix? Or maybe he was quietly whispering with the man he had brought along, using some sort of spell to conceal it from their sight.

"I understand that this is a great ask, and that your people have no love for the Phoenix," Runa cautioned. "But if you would do this for us, you will have both Midgard and Asgard within your debts, and I will grant you a boon."


πŸŒˆπŸ‘» Leda Storm πŸ‘»πŸŒˆ

Location: Tartarus
Skills: Superspeed

Leda ran as fast as she could, but even without the exertion, the air in Tartarus burned her lungs. It was like breathing in acidic fumes, a heavy and stinging smoke that left her insides feeling scoured. Her limbs were practically lead, as she stumbled to a halt, almost tripping and dropping Mads in the process, narrowly coming to a safe stop. When Mads got off, Leda collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily, her head woozy and her ears ringing. She desperately needed water. "Perf, gimme a mo'," she mumbled.

Her face was red - redder than it had been in death, the unnatural paleness that had seemed to cling to her momentarily dispelled. Her feet felt like they were on fire, and her shins ached. She needed to stretch more. There were a lot of things she needed to be doing more. "Any chance you could pass me some water?" she then asked, once she'd managed to catch her breath a bit more.



β˜€οΈ Nancy Parker β˜€οΈ

Location: Camp Half-blood
Skills: N/A

Nancy frowned. She wasn't exactly surprised that Leandra was lying, but it would have been a nice change of pace to be able to skip over the trial and go right to the sentencing. She took the paper from the legionnaire, and crumpled it in her fist. Had she been able to, she would have burst it into flames. "Of course," she muttered. She didn't meet Zeke's eyes.

"State your case. You have five minutes. And I'll remind you, we have the Styx's daughter here. She already knows if the oath you swore to New Rome has been broken." Her eyes narrowed. Whatever Leandra wrote down, it didn't matter. Niah had to be able to feel that Leandra had broken her oath. And that was enough. That was enough for Nancy to see her punished, to see the worst person she'd ever met in her life undone. There was no way that Leandra could get out of this.

She was white knuckling the paper now, her arm trembling slightly.

In that moment, she imagined Leandra cursed, transformed into a hideous monster and cast into the sea, just like the tales of old. If she asked Apollo, would he do that? If she prayed to Jupiter, would he come down and dispense his justice?
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