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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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It's official - accepted an offer and I am going to grad school next year! :) #DrMorose
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Congratulations to the Gifted for hitting 500 IC posts and to Darke Magyk for completing the RP! Excelsior!
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I graduated from college today~
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Bio


Age: Mid 20's
Birthday: May 15
Ethnicity: Irish & English American
Pronouns: She/Hers
Major/Minor: Chemistry
Occupation: Graduate Student
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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Runa Johansson

Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 21
Skills: N/A

Runa blinked, not really sure how Klara could think this was going to be fun. This wasn't going to be fun at all. They were going on a mission to stop the end of the world, well more than just the world, the end of existence. If they succeeded, it would be at great cost. And if they failed... Runa winced a bit, not wanting to think about the alternatives, but they bubbled up into her mind. She had images of the world boiling as fire consumed it, strange creatures spilling blood across the land, people screaming as they begged for air, only to choke on smoke and crumble to the ground. She was white knuckling her seat as the elevator opened with a soft ding. "Err, no... I already hit her today," Runa replied to Nadia. She wasn't against hitting Elizabeth again if she tried to scare her.

She stared at the group of strangers that had come to see her with information. She tensed up, wondering if they were about to accuse her of being a spy or something. She didn't know any of them. She only trusted Klara and Nadia, so even if these people had good information for her, she wasn't going to expand her group. If death loomed in her future, she wanted to face it with... friends. "Thank you," she told the newcomers quietly, waiting to hear what they had to say.
@The Man Emperor Okay, he's good to go. Move him on over. I will reach out to you again once I'm ready to bring him into the story, we aren't quite there yet.




Location: Catwalk
Skills: N/A
Vinnie frowned a bit, something in Cal's plan didn't quite add up to her. The aliens had to have cameras or something to monitor them at all times. They would know that Noah... She didn't want to voice the thought. They would see Y2K at some point, even if the robot was supposedly dead at the bottom. Was there a blindspot in the cameras? Could they just hide Y2K in the pipes, even though that had nearly killed Luke earlier? She bit her lip and paced back and forth for a minute, filled with jitters and nerves. Nothing was making sense. Nothing was safe. She couldn't even think of a safe course of action.

Manny performed the surgery and Vinnie felt a little green as she watched. Y2K wasn't human, but they were still a living being. They could all easily end up like them, trapped in a body that didn't make any sense, subjected to the will of their captors. It was enough to make Vinnie want to throw herself over the ledge, to drown in all of this melancholy and take the easy way out. "I-is there a blindspot in the cameras?" Vinnie asked quietly. She assumed that there had to be cameras where they all had woken up earlier.
"Could say the same to you, Lana," Raynor told her gruffly. She wasn't at all like he had remembered her. She wasn't the sweet little shy bookworm he had fallen in love with. It was like seeing a stranger possessing her body, a vicious mockery of who Sparks had once been.





February 17th, 2021 - 9:40 AM


On the second floor of the Mutant Underground, all of the metal flew up towards the ceiling. It wasn't heading towards the room Havok and Polaris were staying in. All of the doorknobs were ripped from the doors. No, this wasn't Polaris' doing... but whose could it be?

Veil


Location: On the Road
Skills: N/A
Veil rubbed her face and pushed her hair out of her eyes again. At this point, she was wondering whether or not it would be a practical decision to just go bald. Her hair was always out of control and it knew no boundaries. "I'm fine. I'm hanging in there. Once things calm down, I'll take you up on that chat," she told Spark Plug. She was a rather blunt yet even person. She didn't have the bandwidth to process Magik and Moonwalker at the moment, not when Jack apparently was having a mental health crisis. She wished that Glimpse had been well enough to go with them, her telepathy could have been a huge help with this, but she was clearly in no condition to travel.

When Max and Waverley joined them in the car, Veil considered the update Max gave her. A stained carpet, Jack, and cobwebs - that sounded about right. She couldn't imagine Jack having a super fancy office, it was probably in a rundown building that didn't have any custodial staff. The descriptions seemed right. "When we get there, we talk first, fight second. Hopefully we won't need to subdue or restrain anyone. Feedback, you should be able to create a sonic pulse or wave to knock them out if we need it. Max, I imagine you can do something like that with magic. Spark Plug, I doubt you need me to give you any ideas." Spark Plug had actually rigorous training with her powers after all, unlike the other two.

Casper Theriot


Location: Mutant Underground: Dining Room
Skills: Mediumship
With Veil's squad gone, signaled by the roar of the car engine as they departed, Casper let out a yawn and put his feet up on the table. Anyone sitting directly across from him would need to avert their eyes, as Casper's skirt would give them an eyeful otherwise. "So you talk to floating eyeballs?" he asked Zarina curiously. He yawned again, feeling incredibly worn out, despite the most exhausting activity he had done so far that day being scarfing down a pile of waffles. "Is the eyeball an annoying little bitch sometimes? Named Ben?" he pressed.

"I don't have to hang around here, Casper," Ben reminded him. "I could leave."

"Then go! Here, I can buy you a bus ticket to New Orleans and you can haunt a bodega if it makes you happy. Be free, little birdie! Fly away!" Casper shouted at Ben. Ben just sighed and rolled his eyes, but he didn't vanish. He was still leaning up against the wall, looking at the waffle themed feast that Echo and the Boys had prepared. Casper stretched his arms out, another yawn coming out of him like a tired cat. "Well for fun, I like to have sex with my boyfriend, James. Aaaand it's always chill to go to Sephora and swipe new things of makeup. Raves were cool, but I am boringly and delightfully sober at the moment... Maybe I'll start a cult. That could be fun."

"Ooh, yes, give me ideas if you have something that could possibly top Waffle God. I'll also be claiming the catchphrase Professor X is a Jerk!" He was pouting ever so slightly since James had came and then left again. He wanted someone to cuddle up with at the moment, especially since Ben was in a whiny mood apparently. He raised an eyebrow as all the metal forks, knives, and spoons suddenly shot up towards the ceiling, along with Zarina's metal friends. "That's new."

Sunshine


Location: Hallway Outside Jack's Office
Skills: People Reading
Sunshine stopped in her tracks, looking over her shoulder. She could have sworn there had been someone there, trying to tell her something. She didn't feel creeped out though from the notion - if anything, she had a strong sensation of annoyance and hate. She looked around, trying to spot what it was, but all that stood out to her was how gross the hallway carpet was and a large spider in its web up in the corner near the ceiling. It was just her and the Marshmallow, no one else was there.

She brushed off the strangeness of the moment and looked back at Jack. There was something off about him. But even that aside, she knew that he probably wasn't going to just let her go off and exact revenge on Purifiers. He didn't understand how she was feeling. He hadn't cared about Magik. If he had cared, then he would have done something to save her. He would have asked Sinister or whoever to do something. She clenched her fist, feeling incredibly outraged with him. He hadn't done everything he could to save Magik.

"Sure," she said through gritted teeth.


✨ Rebecca Eventide ✨

Location: Argo III - Upper Deck
Skills: Mystiokinesis

Rebecca sighed as Mary turned into a dragon and went on the offensive, sending a blast of ice off towards one of the other winged creatures. They were bystanders to this fight and now they were direct combatants. She hated getting into quarrels that didn't involve them and she thought it was rather reckless of Mary to do so. When encountering two warring bears in the woods, it was a silly idea to throw a rock at them. "Our destinies were not yet entwined - now they are," she said simply to Mary.

She flipped the pages in her Book of Shadows, hoping for a means of robbing one dragon of its sight. Her shield had failed, one of the dragons had fallen, and the Argo III was burning. Despite the web of chaos surrounding them, Rebecca felt calm and at ease. She was as tranquil as still water under a full moon, leaning into her magic. She scanned the page she came to - it wasn't as powerful a spell as she would have liked, but it would do. "Obscure," Rebecca whispered, pointing a finger at the dragon. Her aim was off slightly, but she managed to blind it for a few seconds.

She then snapped the book shut and concentrated. The key to manipulating the Mist was to make the illusion more desirable to the target than reality. She closed her eye, envisioning the Argo III turning around and sailing in the other direction, going off into the horizon - a tantalizing target for the dragons to chase. Meanwhile, the real Argo III would be invisible to its senses. She smiled softly, feeling the illusion set in. One of the dragons went off in hot pursuit of it, while the other circled the area. "Please do not attack them. They believe we've gone off in the other direction."

Somehow, she doubted the other demigods would listen.

🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

Location: Argo III - Upper Deck
Skills: Superspeed

Leda didn't like the idea that their lives were in Rebecca's hands, as the Teenage Witch muttered something about not attacking the dragons. She knew that Rebecca was rather talented and skilled, but dragons were incredibly dangerous. They couldn't afford to let their guard down. There was something else they couldn't afford too - letting their mast burn up completely. She huffed a bit, made a face at Kiera, before she dashed off at superspeed. Once she found the fire extinguisher, she rushed back over to the mast, pulling the pin and squeezing as she sent the foamy wonder at the mast.

It dampened the flames slightly. Sweat trickled off of her forehead. Leda ran around the mast again, going as fast as she could as she surrounded the flames with the dry chemical reagent. She emptied the entire extinguisher by the time she was done, putting out the fire on the mast and creating what looked like a gigantic tower of shaving cream. At the very least, she figured that wouldn't impact their ability to magically sail. Hopefully they got away from the dragons soon - not including Mary. Demetri was included.

☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: Uber
Skills: N/A

"I'm aces," Nancy reassured Madalyne at a whisper, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Cult" or not, the structure of Camp Jupiter helped her quite a lot with keeping the flashbacks at bay. She didn't have episodes nearly as often as she used to - and now, her episodes tended to just mean she was receiving prophecies. They rarely involved horrific memories of the darkest moment of her life. It was only the children of Bacchus that brought those on in New Rome. People tended not to really ask her about the Lotus Hotel and Casino, a blessing that she was incredibly grateful for.

Luckily, Niah offered up a brilliant distraction - they were being followed. She cracked her knuckles, daydreaming briefly about letting loose a sonic screech and flipping the car following them over, creating a gigantic explosion on the road. She couldn't help but feel disappointed when apparently Waverley, Marco, and Madalyne had everything handled. Hopefully there'd be a monster or two to kill on the way to Atlas. She needed a good fight. "Hey Waverley, how about you drink some Kool-Aid then and prove this is a cult?" Nancy invited the young legionnaire. "You're part of the Twelfth Legion. By your logic, you shouldn't have any issue with slicing your wrists and dying if I ask it of you."




FROM THE DESK OF DIRECTOR HILL

THE FOLLOWING IS EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY:

1. ALL SUPERHEROES MUST REGISTER WITH SHIELD AND REVEAL THEIR SECRET IDENTITY

2. SUPERHEROES MUST BE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OLD

3. SUPERHEROES MUST PASS SHIELD TRAINING - EXCEPTIONS INCLUDE TRAINING FROM THE X-MEN, FANTASTIC FOUR, AND AVENGERS

4. ALL SUPERHEROES ARE SUBJECTED TO THE SUPERVISION OF SHIELD

VIOLATION OF THESE WILL RESULT IN IMMEDIATE EXTRACTION TO THE RAFT. MINIMUM SENTENCING IS THREE YEARS HOUSE ARREST. JUVENILE OFFENDERS WILL BE TRIED AS ADULTS. REPEAT OFFENDERS HAVE A RECOMMENDED SENTENCE OF TEN YEARS IMPRISONMENT.

ALL VIGILANTE ACTIVITY KNOWN TO SHIELD PERSONNEL MUST BE REPORTED TO THEIR SUPERVISOR OR LEAD IMMEDIATELY.

IF YOU SEE SOMETHING, SAY SOMETHING!

Braddock Academy - Cardiff: 12:00 A.M.

"He's in Otherworld at the moment speaking with Roma," Betsy explained. "His daughter's been missing. I don't imagine S.H.I.E.L.D. would know anything about that?" she asked, motioning for them to follow her into the academy. The gigantic school looked to at least be a few centuries old, a testimony to the long history of the Braddock Family. They were the British equivalent of the Starks - rich, powerful, and ever present. She lead them down a series of hallways and staircases, until she pulled a book from a shelf and the bookcase slid aside to reveal a hidden wing. Down the hallway, voices carried, likely belonging to the members of Excalibur - "Katya, stop tickling me!!!" a teenage girl shrieked with a soft Russian accent.

Psylocke led them straight ahead from this point into what appeared to be a massive study, the sort that the professor in Narnia would own. Medieval relics covered the room and in the center was a gigantic pool of water, its surface so clear it was essentially a mirror. "Brian will be here soon, but in the meantime, you can begin telling me why you've come here."

New York City: 5:20 P.M.


Bonnie Chase


Location: 219 West 47th Street -> 616 169th Street, Queens
Skills: Blessing of Athena, Intuition
Bonnie went and took the shotgun seat in the car, not leaving it up for debate or argument. She had been working with Cass longer than most of them had been a part of S.H.I.E.L.D., including their time spent at the academy. She looked in the rearview mirror as Kwassi started talking about Marie Curie. At first, Bonnie was a little bit excited to hear someone discussing one of the greatest female scientists to ever live - but then, she realized something. It seemed like Kwassi was just bringing up Curie in order to win her favor. She frowned ever so slightly. "What's your opinion on Esther Lederberg?" Bonnie asked him, her tone calm and even.

It was currently rush hour in New York City, meaning the traffic had come to a grinding halt. They were lucky that the issue wasn't compounded by supervillains fighting with heroes in the sky. The most activity that happened while they were crawling along at a snail's pace was that Spider-Man swung on by, a girl held securely in his arms, but they were moving too fast to really make out any of her features.

By the time they pulled up outside of the address in Queens, thirty minutes had elapsed in the car - a mercy, as it easily could have been much, much longer. A billboard across the street was advertising a concert being played at Madison Square Garden that evening by Dazzler. Selena Gomez was opening for her.

Levittown, PA: 3:40 P.M.


Amelia Baptiste


Location: Levittown, PA
Skills: Aerokinesis
There was no response on Astrad's phone. Maybe Agent Sitwell was tied up with something of his own, the message hadn't gone through, or was the cell signal in Levittown just really poor? Had HYDRA set off an EMP without anyone noticing? There had to be a rational, logical explanation for why Sitwell just hadn't answered Astrad at such a crucial moment... right?

"Right, let's get cracking then. One of you is going to have to carry him, we can't leave him here, he'll get killed," Amelia argued. She didn't care if Sparky was in a bad mood, either she or Maria would have to deal with holding Astrad. She privately hoped that Sparky would be the one to decide to carry him, as Maria had a habit of trying to get people to plummet out of the sky. Amelia took a breath and she ran in circles, her glider perpendicular with the ground, as she built up momentum and then pushed the air towards the HYDRA goons. They fell down like dominoes, but it was just a temporary tactic, they'd be up on their feet in no time.

She had to trust that Maria or Sparky would make sure Astrad was okay. Amelia took a breath and then went at a bit of a run, launching herself into the air as her glider caught the currents moving around her and lifted her up higher, higher, and higher, until Levittown seemed so incredibly small.


Guin Stark


Location: the Blackbird Hangar
Skills: Telepathy
Do you think Spellman is going to fess up to having blown up her eye? Guin whispered. She wasn't going to question Klara's sudden change of behavior too much. She didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth. She would rather deal with the hippos, try to finish this game, and then they could spend their time psychoanalyzing the alien. Guin chuckled slightly, thinking about how weird her life was. Maybe she should start a TikTok or whatever platform was the most popular thing at the moment. She didn't use social media as much as she had as a teen, where her primary objective had been catfishing John Oliver.

"Oi, everyone plug your ears! Neil, I guess, just chill?" Guin shouted, before trying to fire off a sonic pulse. Her suit gave her an error message, probably not unrelated to her helmet being ripped off and reattached. She made a mental note to go and look at the weapon systems more carefully once this was all over. Maybe it would make more sense to just move on and create the Mark 2, given all of the data F.R.I.D.A.Y. had to be collecting about the performance of the suit during this. She tried to send off the sonic pulse again, but the system crashed and Guin muttered a few choice swear words that would have made even Wolverine blush.

"Okay, third time's the charm - c'mon F.R.I.D.A.Y, show 'em what we got," Guin commanded. This time, there was a loud high pitched whine. A few of the hippos twitched before collapsing, knocked unconscious by the pulse. The tech she used for that particular weapon wasn't that different from the one her father had once developed to cause short term paralysis - which the US Government declared to be illegal.

Neil Spellman


Location: the Blackbird Hangar
Skills: Telekinesis
Neil turned bright red as the woman he had permanently blinded was no longer their enemy. She even asked about her eye injury and he kept his mouth shut. There was no version of explaining to her what he had done exactly that would end well. He wasn't sure if she wouldn't resume attacking him or something if he fessed up to it. Maybe she would decide to use her sword to remove his eye. He looked slightly to the side, before pretending to be incredibly concerned by the hippos. There was some rope nearby that he figured he might be able to wrangle into tying up the beasts using his telekinesis.

He shot a glare at Guin as she did some sonic pulses. Luckily, his hearing aids were fine. He would have been incredibly angry if her recklessness caused him to not be able to hear for the rest of the day, especially with Carolina still being stuck inside of the Jungle. He tried to shoot a rope off at a hippo, but it fell lamely to the ground. He tried again and it was only on his third try that he managed to ensnare one, binding its legs so and mouth so it couldn't try to trample or eat any member of the X-Men.
Runa did not notice Elizabeth's dislike of her. She was too focused on making their way to the center of the Jungle, in hopes of breaking Loki's spell. She took up a defensive stance as she heard rustling, her staff in one hand, her fingers outstretched in the other. Jaguars pounced from the clearing, one of them narrowly missing Carolina. "Stay back," she warned her companions. She twirled her staff as it unleashed a bright blast of dark energy, colliding with the jaguars and forcing them all back. "These rabbits are mere babes, hardly able to walk or crawl," she lied, ready to snap with her free hand.


Megan Pendragon

Location: Merlin's Tower -> Catacombs
Skills: N/A

As her brother insisted that she needed to give the skull in her possession a name, Megan held the skull in front of her and tilted her head slightly. "What is your name?" she asked the skull. She waited for a few moments, before nodding. "I see. Her name is Mina Harker," she informed her brother in a matter of fact tone. Horror fanatics would recognize the name as being a homage to the main female protagonist in Dracula, the woman whose brains and wit were directly responsible for the vampire's defeat. As they reached the catacombs, Megan's face lit up with amazement. Had she not been a medical examiner, an archaeologist specializing in ancient crypts would have been her second choice.

One of the people traveling with them reached out and poked a skull, just as Tinker Bell had warned them to not disturb the dead. Megan's eyes widened with fascination as several skeletons sprang to life, as if they were puppets, and unleashed themselves in combat. Some of the party dispatched all but one of the reanimated fighters. Megan thought for a moment about joining the fray as one of the girls let out a high pitched shriek. However, her hands were full with the skull and her torch. It also wasn't her problem, the skeleton trying to fight the boy. He could handle it.



Runa Johansson

Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 21
Skills: N/A

Runa nodded as Klara asked if that had been all she had heard. There hadn't been anything else mentioned, she would have remembered it - it would have been seared into her brain. She still couldn't quite believe everything that had happened. She hadn't even really thought too much about mortality and the fact that she had died earlier that day. Comprehending that her father apparently had been an immortal god? It just wasn't in the cards at the moment. Her mind was too ravished with guilt and sorrow and anxiety and fear. She had no idea how she was supposed to do any of this, she didn't have any special powers, she was just a girl - one who had been killed easily like a fly.

"... I don't know what I'm doing..." Runa then admitted quietly. She was looking down at the floor. She didn't like meeting new people. She hated crowds. For better or worse, she at least was comfortable around Klara and Nadia. "I-I... Would you... Um, would you two do this with me? This... trial? No, that's not the word... quest?" Runa requested. She was stumbling a little bit over her words, as English wasn't her native tongue. She was much more comfortable speaking in Norwegian, yet she doubted Nadia or Klara could understand it.





February 17th, 2021 - 9:30 AM


In the entranceway, the railing of the staircase began to rattle, as each iron bar slowly bent out of shape....

Veil & Casper


Location: Mutant Underground: Dining Room
Skills: Mediumship
Veil went downstairs with the rest to grab a bite to eat, although she wasn't particularly hungry. She wanted to get on with the mission and bring their two wayward members home. Her mind couldn't stop turning the gears, especially as Max gave some important pieces of information. She grabbed a waffle and tore into it, not bothering with utensils or a plate or anything. Unlike her twin, she didn't care as much about cleanliness and her occupation was well suited for her disposition.

Casper, meanwhile, was piling waffles upon waffles on his plate. He went for just about every topping available, creating what he considered a culinary masterpiece, an Ode to the Waffles God. He briefly wondered if there was a god responsible for waffles, but none came to mind - so Casper, the ever so humble soul, decided that he might as well fill that role. "Big news everyone - I'm changing my codename to Waffle God, effective immediately," Casper announced, practically drooling as he looked at his leaning tower of goodies. "Filing cabinets and pastries? That remains me of this one time when I woke up in a Staples, whipped cream on my nipples, pancakes on my--"

"Hey, enough! No one wants to hear this man!" Ben complained.

"On my head, Ben, on my head. Do you think I would talk so callous around Echo's Christian ears?" Casper asked, a fake wounded expression on him - like a puppy pretending to be sad so that way someone might give them a treat.

Veil snapped her fingers. "Casper, focus. Answer Max's question," she instructed. She had finished her single waffle and didn't want to go for another one. They had already wasted too much time talking, they needed to hurry up and take action. Jack could take Sunshine out of the DC area at any moment. He could whisk her off on an Amtrak train and easily get her several states over in just a few hours. He also was suffering from M-Pox and there was a nonzero chance he could fall over and die before they found him.

"I'm getting to that, I'm getting to that," Casper reassured Veil, although it sounded much more like a whine. "Ugh, my head is pounding... Anyways... I dunno, maybe his office? He probably has paper storage devices there and he definitely has doughnuts around." He then rattled off the address.

"Great. Let's go then," Veil ordered, heading briskly out to the garage.

Sunshine


Location: Jack's Office
Skills: N/A
Sunshine relaxed slightly, as Jack's explanation matched what she more or less had expected. She wasn't sure why he decided to take her here, rather than just leave her in her room that she shared with Waverley, but he was weird sometimes. He was sentimental and squishy and he probably cried when watching romantic comedies. His best friend was likely a tub of ice cream with sprinkles. Though Sunshine guessed she couldn't really talk, her best friend was...

Dead.

She breathed in sharply as ripples of pain flowed through her body. Tears welled up in her eyes and she shut them tightly, trying to will the emotions to go away. Nothing the humans had ever done to her had hurt as much as losing Illyana. She felt like she couldn't breathe, with each breath just bringing more pain and turmoil. Sunshine didn't know if anything she was feeling was normal. She oscillated between wanting to burst into tears and curl into a ball and having the urge to go kill as many humans as possible, to pile them high in the streets. She wanted to scream to the world that Illyana existed, that Magik was the most beautiful and amazing and scary person she had seen in the world.

"I need to go do something," she said, wiping away the tears as she got up and headed towards the door. There were humans everywhere. Even if they weren't all Purifiers, they were guilty by association.
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