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Homunculi (IC)
Greed walked through the forest, his closest henchmen beside him. "Dolend, make sure I get that meeting. I will be very... Displeased if you don't, got it? I need to meet with the New Zealand Prime Minister before Thursday."
"Um... Sir? That is in three-" Dolend nervously began to protest.
"Don't call me that." Greed interupted.
Swallowing hard, Dolend stammered out, "Sorry, sorry my King." He stood as stiff as a rail, waiting to be punished. It had happened to Greed's favorites rather often in the past before, why not now?
Reveling in his power over this simple creature, Greed leaned in close to Dolend's ear. "Soon to be Prime Minister of New Zealand and liaison to the Queen of England. But you remember my true title, unlike those other stumbling buffoons." Greed dropped the man and let his feet touch the ground. Dolend vocally sighed in his relief. "Now go. I know that this only gives you three days to get me an audience, but remember," Greed smiled evilly, "every man has his price."
Dolend nodded and he basically sprinted with as much control as he could muster to the bunker.
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The Doctor watched the human run from the Homunculus he had been hunting for a while now. It looked over the cliff that it had placed itself precariously over, completely oblivious to what was about to happen to it. Without making a sound, Markus moved to withing striking distance of the Homunculus and lunged forward with the syringe.
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Envy smiled triumphantly. This new skin had been enough to fool that human Maxwesomething or other into believing that it was his sister. Little did the human know that his sister had been dead for days.
Envy enjoyed its triumph for mere seconds, as the Doctor's syringe was rammed into the base of Envy's skull. It felt the acid-like substance in the syringe move throughout its body, and could feel that, unlike usual, its body was not healing. Envy suddenly realized that it was dieing, Envy was dieing! How could this happen?
It saw the Doctor, who was standing over its dieing frame. "How...?"
"Did I find you?" Markus's deep voice cut it off. "The trail of corpses. A five year old could have followed it. Now how did I kill you, that is the better question." The doctor held up his syringe again. "Nano-bots specifically designed to target human flesh and tissues. Modified so that, in a Homunculus, they use the flesh that they destroy to make more nano-bots. Though, you didn't hear that. you're already dead."
The Doctor walked away from Envy's twitching corpse, picking up his discarded hat on his way back into the woods.
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Greed walked into his bunker after an hour or so, licking the last of the deer's blood off of his claw and changing back to normal before letting his men see him. No sense in showing them that he wasn't human, was there? Especially not her, not his favorite possession. The others could entertain him with their strength in combat and their fear, but only she could entertain him in one, very special, way.
Charlotte was already waiting for him by his room door. "What took you so long, dear? I actually got bored enough to come talk with the disp-, employees." (She was about to call the disposables)
Smiling sadistically, Greed picked up the blond woman and kicked the door shut behind him.
This was, indeed, a fun world. Why didn't anyone but his underlings know that he owned it? That would soon change, to say the least. For now, he would take what small amusement he could get from this girl.
For now, but not forever. He promised himself when the girl couldn't take any more. For now...
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posted February 16, 2011 03:57 PM |
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Fraud leaned back in his chair. Life was good. His righthand 'combed' his luxurious moustache, while he listened. His secretary was reading out his agenda to him.
"And at the benefit dinner, you are scheduled to speak on behalf of the Lord Byrnes Fund." she said.
Fraud's eyes gleamed behind his darkened glasses.
"That shan't be a problem. That gives me untill 5'o clock to prepare a speach, doesn't it? Before I need to get dressed for the occasion." Fraud responded.
"Indeed, sir. And may I remind you that you're supposed to be present at the installation in the new Prime Minister of New Zealand."
"The Kiwis are getting a new PM? And my glorious presence is required..."
"..because her Mayesty the Queen is going to be there." the seceraty finished.
"Ah, yes, of course. Can't let queeny go to these boring events alone. Is my flight booked already?"
"Yes, sir. 1 Executive First Class ticket on the iFly luxury airline." Fraud had sold of his private airplane some time ago. These luxury airlines were cheaper, more luxurious and much less hassle.
"Very good, now be a dear and fetch the financial report."
Fraud's secretary got off from the corner of his impressive antique desk and walked out of his office. Allowing Fraud a pleasing view of her shapely legs and backside.
If all went well, the Funds, investments and speculations he/his company had been working with would, through a complicated system of slushfunds and foreign bank accounts, flow into his own coffers. A great man like him should have the money to effectively show his stature.
Fraud opened a drawer of his desk and carefully selected a fine cigar from his collection. Cutting the end off, Fraud sniffed it before lighting it.
His secretary came in again, holding a file folder full of documents.
"Allow me, sir." she said as she picked up the lighter from his desk. She lit his cigar and placed the files on his desk.
"Call me, whenever you need me." she said before exiting the office again.
"I certainly shall." Fraud replied, before leaning back and enjoying his cigar. Life was good.
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posted February 20, 2011 02:13 PM |
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Ares quitly crept closer to his target, who had just sat down for a rest. The target was a tall, tanned man, with a long-ranged sniper rifle in his hands. He was a hired killer, and as far as he was concerned, his job was done. To kill Ares. Ares chuckled as the man's head exploded in a shower of blood. How wrong he was.
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posted February 21, 2011 07:21 AM |
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The Doctor clicked his tongue in disappointment. Best assassin in the world, was he? Oh well, I never expected for him to succeed, and the scum deserved death anyways. He turned off the hidden micro-camera hidden on the dead assassin's body.
He turned back to one of his five other viewing screens. One, as always, showed this windowless room, so that no one could get through undetected. Another showed nothing, as Ares had just moved location. the third showed the entrance to Fraud's office complex, the fourth showed him a view of an underwater city. Note to self, tell the proper authorities about Sloth's hiding place. Why take time out of his already overflowing schedule to take care of something that one depth charge could do for him? Assuming the military did that, of course... The last screen showed a bunker that he knew Lust was stationed in. He had made sure to track her specifically, bending the majority of his resources to this one task. Her ability to change shape made her almost more of a threat then Greed... Hold on one minute!
Greed walked out of his bunker to take a look at the sunset. Does he even know who he is allied with?! Of course, he must. This means that Greed assumed that he could control or kill her.
The Doctor sat back in his chair. Maybe, if things went his way, they would kill each other? But then again, luck had never been on his side. Though this time fortune may be smiling on him, as Greed had probably chosen to confront one of the three Homunculi that could possibly kill him one-on-one...
Greed gazed at the sun set for a few more minutes. He was thinking about Lust... That shape shifting vixen. Maybe if they had made us differently, I would actually enjoy her for more then just her body... But the woman has no sense of humor or imagination. I won't regret it when she has to die... And that time was coming soon. Greed's rage and blood-lust had been growing steadily over the last three days, but he needed to wait for another four at least. This is why he had been hunting the deer in the park. The sadistic smile reappeared. Just four more days... And then I can dispose of one of the few major road blocks in my way. Four days until her blood is on my hands...
"Lust, my pet." He called back to the Homunculus. "Come here please. I want you to look at something with me." He quickly erased the sadistic grin from his face.
Confusion and amusement flashed on her face before Lust walked on to the balcony to stand by him. "Yes, oh great 'king' of nothing?"
For a second Greed was holding her by the throat, his face a mask of rage and death. But Lust was smiling at him, knowing that he would not kill her... Not yet. Not when he needed everything to go right without skeletons in his closet. He dropped her with a growl, "You are severely pushing your luck, you know."
She stuck her tongue out at him and, in the blink of an eye, turned into a cute little puppy. "Great... You're disgusting. That will only make killing you that much easier."
Lust turned back into her base form, looking rather grumpy with him. "Well, now that you have proven that you have no heart or soul, what did you-?"
"Oh, I have a heart, alright. But only for myself, you understand. That way, 'I will have compassion for my common man, since they are my possessions and my love and care for myself will trickle down to them.'" Greed spat off of the railing. "I hate politics. sometimes, I wish that I could just declare my ownership of this world and be done with it."
"Be that as it may..." Lust wrapped herself around Greed seductively, "I still don't know why you brought me out of our bed onto this deck." She pouted. "Unless you want to take and ravish me here as well?" Lust seemed to perk up again.
Giving her a snort of disgust, Greed shoved Lust onto the deck floor and off of his body. "No, you weak minded twit. You just keep pushing me and pushing me, trying to ruin me and my plans. But it won't succeed. You know why? I'm not going to act on your little suicidal tendencies and kill you." Regaining some composure, Greed looked back out at the forest again. "Not yet, at least."
Lust, un-phased by any of his threats and insults, got up again. "Well then, Mr. Bossy, what do you want me to see?" she grumped.
"Do you see that hole in the trees?" Greed asked her. When she nodded, he launched himself off of the deck, ran to the tree, climbed to the opening he had pointed out and seemed to grab something. Jumping from said opening, he landed next to Lust and held up the Doctor's camera. "You were being watched." He threw the thing at her feet, picked Lust up roughly, and brought her back inside. "I'm going to have to take you somewhere that you can't bee seen or followed, I guess."
Neither got much sleep. For the obvious reasons.
"Prime Minister," The secretary called out, "I have a call from a man that says his name is Dolend? He says that he has to speak with you as soon as possible."
"Hm." The PM of New Zealand rubbed his clean shaven chin thoughtfully. "Send him through." What could be important enough for me to hear that I would be called at this hour... He picked up the phone. "This is Prime Minister Morris speaking. What seems to be the problem, Mr. Dolend?"
"I... um, I need to set up an important meeting with you for a very important client, sir. He's rather famous at the moment, sir." Dolend told him.
"Hmph, important enough that you have to call in on his behalf?"
"Well, sir, Mr.G king is rather busy most of the time... So he asked me to set up an appointment with you in the next three days, sir."
Mr.G King?! He must have at least 70% of the votes for the next election already. what could he want...? There had been rumors going on about the living saint that called himself Mr.G King. All of them involved his being part of the government somehow in the next election, which seemed very likely since everyone seemed to love him but his origins had been called into question, since only natural-born New-Zealanders could run for the position of Prime minister... or someone sponsored by the out-going current PM. So the boy would need my blessing, would he?
"Set your calendar for dinner, three days from now. Good day, Mr. Dolend."
He could hear Dolend's sigh of relief. "Thank you sir. You have no idea what this means to us. You will be re-paid handsomely. Sir." And then the line went dead.
Three days, Hm? He sat back in his chair again. Let's see what Mr.G is made of.
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posted February 21, 2011 10:11 PM |
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Fraud still sat in his office, smoking his cigar. He had browsed through the financial report given him and it did not please him in the least what he had read. He had summoned his bookkeeper to his chambers.
The lights were dimmed, giving the entire office a forboding aura. The shadows played around the furniture as the lights flickered like actual fire.
A knock came at the door.
"Enter." Fraud said with a clear voice.
The door opened and a meekly man slunk into the office.
"You called for me, Mr. Avice?" the man said.
"I did, Mr. Grey. I have read your report. It does Not, at all, please me." Fraud said in a stern voice.
Turner Grey had been Fraud's head bookkeeper for about a year and a half now. Grey cautiously approached the desk Fraud sat at.
"It does not? Sir?"
"No, Mr Grey." Fraud's face was slightly lit by the glow of his cigar every time he drew on it. "No. I am severly dissapointed in the earnings. You, Mr Grey, have assured me that every asset, every investment, all our stocks and bonds, every single one, Mr Grey!. That by the time of this report, everything we've entrusted our money to, would have gained an interest of at least 10%. DO you remember making that promise, Mr Grey? Well, do you?!"
"Uh....y..y...yes." Grey was quivering.
"Good and I am sure you also know what your little report reads. 6%, 8%, 7%, 4%, 11%, 6% twice more, 9%, another 8%. I've tallied them all, Mr Grey. Do you know how many reach 10%, Mr. Grey?"
"Y...Y....y...yes."
"Four in Total, Mr Grey! Four, out of A Portfolio of 65!" Fraud calmed slightly and lowered his voice. "Can you explain this to me?" Fraud said while lightly tapping the report with his finger.
"Well, eh, Sir. Eh the economic conjuncture and the new taxes, ehhhhh." Grey was panicking, he did not know what to say for the life of him.
"I do not want to hear excuses, Mr Grey." Fraud said impatiently. "Your petty mewlings are not the explainations I requested. DO you HAVE an EXPLAINATION, Mr Grey?"
Grey whimpered inaudibly.
"DO YOU, GREY?!" Fraud yelled, his left eye twitching behind his glasses.
Fraud snapped. In one fluid motion, he picked his sharpened letter opener from his desk and slit the man's throat from ear to ear. The blood gushed from the open wound, as the man's life spilled gurgling on the hardwood floor.
Somewhat later, Fraud stood over the mangled body of what used to be Turner Grey. Deliberately licking of his fingers, Fraud enjoyed being actually sated for once.
"Why must it be the incompotent underlings that force me to behave in such a manner." Fraud sighed. In his anger he had broken his cigar. He mourned the waste of such fine tobacco for a moment and then pressed the intercom.
"Ms. Andrews. I'm going to take a shower in my private rooms. Hold all calls. I shall require your asistance in, hmmm, say 30 minutes, to pick a suitable attire for this evening. Tell Mr. Dustin Prince that he shall take over Mr. Grey's position as of this instant. And that I will require him in my office first thing in the morning, to discuss his predecessors's work. Also have my office cleaned. I do not wish to see a single stain left here when I return tomorrow."
"Certainly, sir." Ms. Andrews, Fraud's secretary, said on the other side of the intercom.
Fraud walked out the secret door in the back of his office to his private rooms in his office complex. The rooms were small for his taste, but homely. A suitable home-away-from-home for those allnighters. He headed straight to the shower.
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posted February 22, 2011 04:41 AM |
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Edited by Warlord at 04:41, 22 Feb 2011.
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Ares slowly strode to his employer's home, a large castle. 'What a pompous fool.' thought Ares as he approached the entrance, which guarded by two men with pikes who evidently didn't know how to handle them. Ares was just about to ask to be let in, when red settled over his eyes. He lept forward, incenirating the more competent one with a burst of flame, and brought the other one's own pike into their stomach. Then, the rage passed. He took the keys, opened the gate, and strolled in, twirling the keys on fingers and whistling a cheerful tune.
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posted March 01, 2011 08:56 PM |
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(Hey there! Apparently, BETA wants this RP to live, so I'm thread necroing again...)
Ares' employer was waiting for him in her study. A cheerful fire burned in the corner and books were scattered about the room. A cheerful cat purring was coming from the chair accompanying a young and pure voice singing to itself. "Come in, Ares. Have a seat, maybe a concession or two. Just had some fine Balkan chocolates and wines imported this morning."
When he seated himself, Pride told him, "I really wish that you would stop killing my guards, they are rather costly to replace and applications are hard to come by." She poured a glass of wine for them both, "But you took out the target, and we are family, so cheers!"
"Sir! We just got a report that says there is an underwater city!" An excited scientist called out to his project leader.
"What?" The middle aged man called out, instantly curious. "Where?!"
"*Insert BETA's Atlantis location here*! Sir, this is the study chance of a lifetime..."
"We've seen plenty of cities trapped under the ocean before, what could make this one so-"
"Because sir," His aid hastily interrupted him, "there are people living in it."
The Doctor turned off that monitor as the lead scientist, Volkim, started to give orders to prepare an expedition team. This was dangerous for his plans to destroy the Homunculi until the part of his plan that involved the scientists having to go through the military before they could explore Sloth's city.
And, knowing the military, someone would be trigger happy enough to destroy this "Uderwater threat".
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posted March 01, 2011 11:56 PM |
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Ares clunked the glass and drank up, then set his down. He moved around to get comfortable, then said, "What's my next job?"
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posted March 02, 2011 12:15 AM |
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Pride pulled a file out of the cabinet that she had placed the food and drinks on. she considered passing it to him, "Well, first, how do you feel about assassinating members of the American government? I wouldn't want my little brother fighting against his conscience while doing his job."
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posted March 02, 2011 01:46 AM |
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"Hmm, this is interesting... How much will I get for this?" Ares mused, studying the files.
((Gnomes, can you IM who the people are?))
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posted March 02, 2011 02:05 AM |
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"For one? Nothing." Pride folded her hands on her lap. "But for both, I will give you a king's ransom and a place in my organization as one of my closest advisers and leaders." She let him digest this for a little bit. "And know that I'm not like Greed, I will not dispose of my people easily or at a whim. Now if you'll excuse me," She stood up and walked to one of the book cases. "I have some blood-lust to work off. You know that these humans don't seem to care for their outcasts or their criminals? They need us, and I am a far better leader than Greed would ever be." With that she kicked a switch and opened up a secret door in the wall.
"Don't fail me, little brother Ares."
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posted March 02, 2011 02:14 AM |
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Ares had tensed up as soon as she said the words "kings ransom". He highly doubted that come without a catch, especially from another Homnolunci! But he wanted the money, so he finished eating, then departed.
A long ten hours later, he finally arrived at the airport where his targets were located, and looked up at the big skyscraper where they lived. Two security guards stood at the entrance. Suddenly, one collapsed in a burst of blood; the other twisted, going for the alarm button, but he fell dead too. Ares quickly took out the security cameras, then jogged off. He would sneak in later.
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posted March 02, 2011 03:40 AM |
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Mortimer shook his head distractedly as he got out of the plane in Wellington, New Zealand. It was troublesome to sit in a plane with so many people, their lungs inhaling and exhaling, their eyes blinking, their hearTS PULSING(*&%)(*#&%(*
Mortimer shook his head and took a deep breath. He had to get a hold of himself. Being around large crowds bothered him - seeing the pulsing "life" of so many people almost drove him insane. "And there are going to be even more once things really get going," he thought in alarm, "But I'm going to have to bear it." He ordered a taxi and was driven to his hotel.
As he checked in, the clerk had a package for him. Mortimer went up to his room to open it. Inside was a dagger with intricate designs on it. Of course, he had sent it to himself - he couldn't get such a thing through airport security.
Mortimer turned the TV on. Fortunately, he couldn't see "life" when it was just pixels on a screen. The evening news were talking about the next election, as was to be expected. There was speculation that a Mr. King was going to play an important role. Yet no one seemed to realize that the man was not a native New Zealander and had come out of nowhere. Mortimer had his suspicions. If this Mr. King was, as he thought, a homunculus, he would have to be eliminated.
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posted March 02, 2011 03:49 AM |
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Polec watched the two guards fall in pools of their own blood from sniper fire. So, we have an assassin? the Vice-President's guard captain thought to himself. "Men, flank. We have what appears to be a well coordinated group of clowns moving in on Hubert... he's going to be late for the party."
the well trained guards moved around the building to defend it from the "Clown" threat. What they hadn't realized was that they just had one clown... And he had their routine down perfectly.
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posted March 02, 2011 03:53 AM |
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Ares chuckled. Just as the guards moved into position he shot them down, then changed position. He got this done about three times, but when he got to the next spot, the guard was already there, so he just killed him, then took out a drill, and began drilling down and under the building.
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posted March 02, 2011 04:24 AM |
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Polec cursed loudly and repeatedly as he lost contact with the vast majority of his men. "All troops! change of plans, get to the main room's doors, NOW! We are getting the VP out of here!"
He grabbed the phone to call the Vice-President of the United States and found that the line had nothing but static. "Don't bother calling me today because I'm meeting with the..."
-Oh God, No.- Polec sat in his chair, shocked speechless. "Move, damn you!" He yelled at his men. "We need to defend the Speaker of the House and The VP!" With that, he jumped out of his chair, picked up his assault rifle and pistols and ran to follow his own orders.
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posted March 02, 2011 04:29 AM |
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Ares drilled up through the floor, straight in front of the security guards. He grinned and said, "Well, lookee what we got here..." then leapt at them slicing them into pieces with his sword.
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posted March 02, 2011 04:37 AM |
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Polec ran into the room as the second to last guard fell bleeding to the ground. He didn't hesitate as he opened fire on Ares, making multiple wounds in the Homulculus's chest and arms. But none of the shots hit him in the head.
Neither guard knew that nothing less would kill their assailant.
Both of them ran out to scour the rest of the building, and so neither of them noticed Ares' wounds disappear and the bullets fall out as his flesh re-made itself. Ares' path was open. And he only had to kill 24 guards to do it.
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posted March 08, 2011 04:43 AM |
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Ares scowled. He had been caught off guard. But no matter. The other guards shouldn't know he was here, which gave him the advantage of suprise. He strode to the elevator, hiding his weapons.
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posted March 08, 2011 04:55 AM |
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"Well, Speaker, you bring up a good point, but the Kiwis really don't have a choice in the matter. Not if we-" The Vice President stopped talking as he heard the elevator come to the level that he and the Speaker of the House were meeting on. "Damn it, Polec, I told you no visitors... We'll continue this soon, Speaker."
"Alright, James, but if you think that the House will stand by while you and the President crush the rights of other countries, then you are sadly mistaken." The elevator opened up. "Hell, I'm going to-"
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