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Post by seishounohana on Sept 24, 2008 20:50:39 GMT -8
4:25pm.
Just an hour and 25 minutes after class ended.
Well, it was a shitty day... all the homework she had missed, pissing off her publisher...
Yeah, she was quite frustrated -- what way to deal with that than punching a good ol' dead tree right behind the school? This had started to become a habit, since life had started to become rather...
-- well, frustrating... since... school started?
All she needed was some time to get some frustrations out -- probably get some fighting practice in the process.
Right now, she was letting it all out on that poor tree...
--- with all that racket she was making, who knew who'd come along to share her misery?
We'll just have to see.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 26, 2008 14:08:37 GMT -8
OOC: For the sake of destroying confusion, we'll have our statistics as it is be the stats we use for this fight, but this will be before the CF Event.Training Day *WHACK*
A simultaneous hit on the tree launched, as "Unfettered" jump-kicked at the dead thing right as Em was about to make another hit at it. There he was, as usual, with his standard, ungodly attire, considering the weather that often accompanied the everyday of Southern California. Though, he had to grin, as his body was forced back a bit by the impact. Looked like Em had gotten drastically stronger.
Catching his arms around his knees while in mid-air to help his velocity, he shot out his right heel first, quickly accompanied by the left, as he continued to slide in the grass, backwards."Impressive... keep this up, and I'll know exactly what to rank you when Militia is finally up and running."But as he pocketed his hands, leaning to the left so that she could see him from behind the tree, he was grinning with a... 'look' in his eye."...But I think a little fight should be good to get a proper measure-up. Just to be sure."...Letting his right hand etch to his belt's bokken holster. Pulling out "Ambition".
Please, notice he didn't say 'spar'.
After all, if she as to be the Captain of Militia's "Elite Guard", the "Calvary"... she had to be capable to fight all types of opponents.
Continuing his smile, he drew into an imitated sword stance of putting his right foot back, and kneeling forward with his left, the right hand on the top, and the left hand at the bottom of the hilt. This was not a weapon you could break easily, either, though its wood covering was deceptive. But then, this was "Unfettered" we're talking about here.
...And he had a huge hammer strapped to his back."Interested?"
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Post by Adrian Hanlon on Sept 28, 2008 15:39:19 GMT -8
"Huh."
Adrian, finally fully healed, both physically and, for lack of a better word, spiritually, also happened to be outside after school hours today. He had sent his chauffeur home this afternoon, opting instead to spend some time meandering about the school grounds. From the looks of things, most students did so anyway, and if he were to do anything whilst in his current 'situation', that being Mathew Amtrum's 'slave', he would have to be more familiar with the grounds than he currently was.
And during one of his rounds around to the backside of the school, he discovered the girl from before, Emily, beating on a tree. Suddenly, from seemingly out of nowhere, a massively tall guy, once again who looked like he belonged in an anime convention, came charging through the sky, jump-kicking the opposite end of the tree too. Landing from the attack, the man spoke in a thick German accent, to which brought an amused smirk to Adrian's face as he made mental connections to the boy's German accent and the Nazi movement, and how he'd be safe thanks to his hair and eyes if the kid ever went on a rampage. Of course, Adrian had no idea of "Unfettered"'s past life, making the thought quite ironic indeed.
A few words went by, and the boy drew a wooden stick from his belt, assuming a fighting stance towards the girl. It was about that time, as well, that Adrian noticed the huge hammer strapped to his back, too. The young Irish-American raised an eyebrow, and shook his head firmly, merely repeating the phrase he had spoken only a few moments before yet again.
"... Huh."
The German with the eyepatch looked to be challenging the girl to a fight, and on top of it all, arming himself and leaving her unarmed. Well, Adrian's up-bringing just couldn't allow that sort of business to go on any further, and he began to stride down towards the two, before Emily had a chance to reply.
"Now, I'm not so sure if I understand formalities and what's right and what's not with the lower-middle-class," Adrian spoke directly to "Unfettered", after an acknowledging nod to Emily as he came within range, "buuut, I get the feeling that propositioning anyone to fight you, weapon against no weapon, is a pretty shitty proposition, especially towards a girl."
Sexist? Maybe. Mostly it was just the way Adrian was raised. He didn't see women as weak, he simply saw them as being those who should be protected.
"So maybe you ought to put the stick down, big fella, and learn your manners. Shouldn't hit women, y'know."
Adrian cracked his knuckles first, and then his neck. He wasn't sure if this would break down into a battle or not, but he certainly wasn't going in unprepared. He flexed his fists impulsively, eyeing the stick in more detail. It looked to be shaped more like a sword than a random twig one would pick up off the ground, and Adrian's eyes flitted from his gloves to the weapon in the hand of the tall German, gauging whether or not he would be able to withstand an attack from the weapon if it came to that.
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Post by Stu Pott on Sept 29, 2008 18:01:36 GMT -8
Oh they would laugh. Oh they would laugh very hard. They would giggle and hold their sides and try to keep in their expulsions of loud, verbose, and impractical guffawing. Oh they would try.
And then they would cry.
The boy was actually standing near another tree, one that was deceptively shady, for its stark limbs near the bottom. instead, the top was so laden with leaves that the shadow it created was dark to the bottom of the tree.
Stu stood beneath it, his hand inside his coat, his eyes the only light escaping from the dark vortex and the lack of light around the tree. He peered outwards towards his enemies, readying the shotgun inside his coat. However, he relaxed his trigger finger, however, his hand remained tense on the grip, ready to rip it forth from its holster, a pocket sewn into the lining of his jacket.
He watched with cold fascination as the three people spoke to one another about fighting. Why were they so serious about such a fun thing? Why!? WHY?!
Why?!
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Post by seishounohana on Sept 29, 2008 21:20:08 GMT -8
"Impressive... keep this up, and I'll know exactly what to rank you when Militia is finally up and running." Slightly snapping from her little fit of anger, Emily looked at her German superior and flushed red at the compliment. Well, she didn't think her improvement was any impressive at all... "Oh, have you now?" She would say, looking away for a few moments to let her face cool down. "...But I think a little fight should be good to get a proper measure-up. Just to be sure. Interested?" Emily chuckled softly and crossed her arms, her emerald eyes gazing at "Unfettered"'s own blue one. She opened her mouth so speak, but someone just had to pop in and voice his own opinion: "Now, I'm not so sure if I understand formalities and what's right and what's not with the lower-middle-class," Emily nodded back to Adrian when he did, acknowledging his presence as well -- though, with her right eyebrow raised. "buuut, I get the feeling that propositioning anyone to fight you, weapon against no weapon, is a pretty shitty proposition, especially towards a girl."Emily blinked. No weapon? Well... Emily had Hilaga and Timog. Yes, fans... but they were weapons as well! "So maybe you ought to put the stick down, big fella, and learn your manners. Shouldn't hit women, y'know."Emily held out an arm, signaling Adrian to hold his mouth for a little while. She did it in a way that she hoped he'd take lightly. "If weapons are an issue, I have one of my own." she would face the rich boy and smile, then turned to meet eyes with "Unfettered" again. "Of course I'm interested."Emily looked around and walked away to be around 4 meters away from "Unfettered" and Adrian, taking her metal fans into her hands and made sure that the metal bracelets attached to it were nice and tight around her wrists. Her fans were now held at her sides, with her feet apart. She didn't notice that she was being watched by some other guy nearby until-- Why?!Yes, she heard that. But what was she supposed to say to that? She didn't know the guy, or even know of his relationship with her friend, Olesya. Well... what now? "I don't suppose this will become a brawl now, mm?" Yes, and it would be interesting. Why? Well, Emily was wearing her new pre-kidnap clothing. A little revealing but-- A good distraction.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 1, 2008 19:11:42 GMT -8
OOC: Low quality post to get a move on.A CHALLENGER HAS APPEARED! ANOTHER CHALLENGER HAS APPEARED! READY TO BRAWL!? "Now, I'm not so sure if I understand formalities and what's right and what's not with the lower-middle-class," came an unfamiliar voice, seemingly out of the wilderness---or more accurately, from school, "buuut, I get the feeling that propositioning anyone to fight you, weapon against no weapon, is a pretty shitty proposition, especially towards a girl." as the German turned about to see the speaking offender, big time underestimater.
And then slowly at the narrator of this post for making such a terrible rhyme, before returning to the IC-action of staring at the speaker. Lower-Middle class? 'Especially' towards a girl? A grin curled up on the German's face as he looked, finding some familiarity---"So maybe you ought to put the stick down, big fella, and learn your manners. Shouldn't hit women, y'know." The German broke into a full smile. But his eye was sharp and watchful."If weapons are an issue, I have one of my own."Continuing to smile, the German walked to further triangulate matters, making sure it was a distance of four meters between himself and the now recognized 'Slave' of that transfer, as well as from his compatriot, eying her more in particular, due to her movements.
...No, not that way.
Although he'd give a few light glances."Of course I'm interested.""Atta frau..."---Why?!o_x
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o_x"I don't suppose this will become a brawl now, mm?"Looking over, he smiled, as he suddenly held out his right hand, twirled "Ambition" to its hilt to point it towards the Slave, and with a quick retraction, would launch it straight at the boy, to arm him. Or hit him square in the chest. Smiling a little. Whether or not Slave knew it, he'd just been inducted into a 1 vs. 1 vs. 1 vs. 1 Free For All. Reaching back suddenly for his hammer, he hefted it up, raising it high. State the obvious for courtesies' sake---"FREE FOR ALL!"---And make a rush at Em, bringing down the heavy hammer suddenly, two meters away, and utilize the rest of his rushing momentum to bring himself into a kick, spinning counter-clockwise from where the hammer had landed, the hammer spinning about in the ground, while he attempted a one-two kick with both legs at Em's stomach, utilizing the left one first, and then the right, which, if Emily doubled over, might result in a kick to the face.
But this was an FFA. His attention would soon be turned.
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Post by Adrian Hanlon on Oct 6, 2008 12:55:56 GMT -8
The taller male didn't seem to feel the need to speak much more at first, simply regarding Adrian as he shifted his grip on his stick to the other side. From here, Adrian could tell that it was, indeed, modeled after a Japanese-style training sword, which brought a nod to his head. It met his expectations fully. Almost everyone in this school was either Japanese, obsessed with Japanese culture, knew twelve martial arts, or at least in some way was influenced by the Western Asian nation. Emily, in the meanwhile, brought forth two fans to bear, naming them to be her 'weapons' as well. Adrian's mouth opened a bit and his eyebrows narrowed downward; surely this girl wasn't serious?
But it seemed she was, indeed. A smaller voice further away caught his attention, and it seemed the idea, for whatever reasons Adrian simply couldn't comprehend, the four of them were intended to fight.
Adrian let out a soft chuckle. If it was a fight that they wanted, a fight they would get. "Unfettered" made the first move, tossing his sword towards Adrian suddenly and rushing Emily, drawing the insane hammer from his back. Adrian, ever quick with his reflexes, caught the 'blade' in both hands, and, capitalizing on the situation, threw it back at "Unfettered", except not at his arms or upper body, but at his legs.
The effect would be similar to poking a stick into the spokes of someone's bicycle. Unless "Unfettered" had the agility and presence of mind of a god, his legs would inevitably get caught up in the bokken, the actual sword inside ensuring that it would not splinter or break, and instead serve to send the taller warrior plunging forward, just as he was swinging the hammer, likely causing him to engage in a crash landing, where his face would meet the opposite end of the hammer's head.
Adrian would not rest on his laurels, however. Even if this was a free-for-all, and all present were, apparently, his enemy, Adrian would hang back. He twisted his body to face the three people; Emily, the man with the hammer, and, most ominously of all, the one in the shade, his hand in his coat, looking perhaps to be more dangerous than any of the three out in the open.
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Post by Stu Pott on Oct 6, 2008 14:35:29 GMT -8
Stu watched the enfolding chaos with supreme happiness. They were all fighting each other how wonderfully chaotic! He watched as the half blind one threw his first weapons at the boy, whom caught it, and then flung it back at him. With the scanner sitting firmly aside his head, he judged their powers, all of which were quite high.
He could only watch and hope that the one boy would be tripped, perhaps landing on his face, hopefully smack dab into the girl, maybe taking them both out. However, he wouldn't move, no not yet. However, he thumbed the safety on the gun inside his jacket. Should any of them begin to make movements towards him...
Lets just say, things would get a WHOLE lot stingy for everyone involved.
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 8, 2008 10:21:57 GMT -8
Due to certain previous ... issues with me and my fighting, please... If you see a problem or a flaw... tell me. I've got tons of things to learn when it comes to RP fights. :3Emily had been in a lot of fights. --- but never at this scale, when she had to fight everyone and ANYONE, even her own boss. Well, this could end well -- or just plain bad. "Unfettered" threw his bokken towards the Hanlon before he went for an assault. Thing is, with all heavy objects, they affect speed, mobility, and stamina. Not everyone can carry that heavy an object for too long. Or at least, the weight that Emily assumed it had. The hammer probably weighed a good 5 kilos -- sounds like a bag of a week's groceries. That'd hurt -- -- but only if it hit. And Lo! The bokken he, the boss, had given, was thrown back -- to trip him over. Two scenarios:
Should "Unfettered" somehow find a way to block/avoid the baton, and continue with his kick, Emily would backstep -- around 2-3 feet back, and avoid the kick. For which, she would wait until he landed back onto his feet.
By the moment his feet landed, the rounded tip of Timog, Emily's Fan on her left hand, would ram directly at "Unfettered"'s left kidney before she would bring her other fan at his right side, right at his ribs using the side edges of her metal fan. Think of it as the backside of a very heavy butcher's knife hitting your arm
Both done in rapid succession and if should he block that last move with his arm, he would be badly bruised and/or crack some bone.
However---
Should it hit him, and all went as Adrian foresaw... soon as Emily would see the baton placing "Unfettered" out of balance and pull him forward, Emily would charge towards "Unfettered". She would land her left foot on the right side of the hammer, pinning it to the ground (or pull it to the ground with her weight) and uppercut kick him right on the nose before using that movement to swiftly backflip into a safe distance -- again.
As for Adrian... --- we'll see if he does anything towards Emily. After all, she had already decided to play safe. Sadly, she probably had forgotten about one thing. That other guy, from the shadows.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 8, 2008 13:54:33 GMT -8
"I WANT TO RIDE MY BICYCLE! =D!?" ...As Slave had guessed, it wasn't so much that the German hadn't noticed it. It was more for the fact that he couldn't do anything to capitalize on it, except via reaction. How did he noticed? He'd been swinging that bokken around in the air to recognize when it was cutting through it, and he had enough battle experiance and common sense to sense when something was going to go horribly wrong for him. So what to do? Make the best of it.
And even more, it'd be a shame if he hadn't become accustomed to utilizing his own weaponry, even if they were being used against himself. He'd just be an outright beginner weapon user, not even a novice level.
No, instead, he softened his gait, swung down prematurely---but at an angle. His down-left side, to be exact. With his hammer horizontally-esque down, he'd use this to roll forward, stopping hard on his right shoulder. But if Emily continued on with her charge, he'd reach around for his scar, unsling it, and whip it out at Emily's legs with a left sweep (but from her angle, a right), and if it wrapped around, he'd pull on it to temporarily stop her up with a backwards trip.
Now, provided that worked, he could abandon the hammer and gain a slight speed gain, but lose his overwhelming strength advantage, or he could play around with the scenario as was...
Reaching up for his bokken, he'd bring it out, quickly tying up the other end of his scarf to the hilt of the bokken, and then much like that to a spear-throw, he'd aim it up to the side and throw it---aimed at the man in the bushes.
The goal was this:
If Emily was indeed tripped up, and provided the German was strong enough (both statistically and physically as his character is), as well as for the fact that Emily was of a rather light (but undeniably powerful) build, he'd hope in the best case scenario to fling the medium-range scarf-bokken with her along with it, at the man in the tree. In this situation, he'd take up his hammer again, and charge at Slave---while keeping his his hammer in still a ready position. Enough to keep a good momentum swing with a run, but more importantly, enough to defend and turn it into a counter if Slave tried anything.
---Exactly, the German had a muscle/physical understanding of how to utilize momentum.
If Emily was too light, the German would abandon that and take up the hammer as quickly as he could, step back, and would square off with Emily and Slave at both 90 degree (or close to) angles, both of which would still be within his range.
---Worst case scenario would be if he didn't trip her..
Provided she was still on that attack run, since he'd taken the time to throw out the scarf, but had landed his hammer prematurely, he'd counter her stepping on the head of the hammer by suddenly raising up the hilt to put her off balance, and then follow up with a near simeltaneous head-butt at that close of a range.
Phoo. And then of course, 0 case scenario---Any or all of these scenarios wouldn't work. And he'd just get his ass knocked on the ground or something---unless he came up with something else in between that time. Always thinking on his feet...
Lot fun to be had here, ja? =D!?
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Post by Stu Pott on Nov 14, 2008 10:13:19 GMT -8
The boy in the off colored trenchcoat finally walked forwards, all the other combatants caught up in each other. He laughed maniacally at the the feast that was presented before him. His hand pulled out of his jacket, and the jacket flew off behind him, getting caught on the wind. He was wearing a suit on the inside, minus the jacket, a vest with green and purple and black, his pants a dark purple, dirt spots all around them.
In his right hand was the shotgun, compact and destructive, ready to unleash fury immediately. He held it in both hands, aiming towards the wrapped up fight, and he pulled the trigger.
An explosion.
Miniature rubber pellets blew forth, stinging balls of hatred launched at a fast rate. Stu was relatively close, 10 yards, so that the spread would clip both of them. Stu immediately pulled back on the stock, the shell flying out, grabbing it out of the air with one hand and pocketing it. He smiled wildly, pulling the trigger again, aiming towards Unfettered this time, showing the boy his strength, his ferocity.
His dementia.
Come out to play, you asshole. You fucking bastard. I will fucking murder you. I am your god, and you will bow before me.
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Post by Adrian Hanlon on Nov 27, 2008 21:35:44 GMT -8
As the tall German dashed toward him, Adrian couldn't help but notice, out of the corner of his eye, the man from earlier, suddenly striding towards the other three confidently, drawing his jacket away from his body to reveal not only a rather oddly-colored outfit, but a miniature shotgun, primed and ready for bear. As he held it up to aim at them, Adrian abandoned all worries of the crazy with the hammer, suddenly realizing a much more imminent danger of a freaking SHOTGUN.
However, his mind flashed, and without saying a word, he leapt backwards, trying to put the tree Emily had been beating on between himself and the shotgun spread. He was successful, somewhat, although he had landed rather heavily on his butt, and his right calf had been clipped by a few bits of shrapnel. It hurt like hell, and would definitely raise up quite the charley horse in a few hours, but, much to Adrian's surprise, it wasn't bleeding or ripped open in any way.
Rubber pellets...?
He didn't let the thought linger, as he was still in danger. At his side lay a branch from the tree, shaken off during Emily's barrage only moments earlier. Adrian hefted it, feeling its weight to be not particularly heavy, but not so light it would be useless. He popped up to his feet, back to the tree trunk, and spun around the tree, coming into view just as the manic shotgun toter would be aiming towards the German, and side-armed the tree branch towards him. If his aim was true, the stick, spinning horizontally like a frisbee, would connect with the gunner's arms and/or gun, either hurting his fingers and hopefully making him unable to use the weapon as easily, or knocking it from his hands entirely.
Samurai swords and giant hammers and all that craziness, Adrian could handle, but guns?! That was just a whole new animal.
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Post by seishounohana on Jan 5, 2009 2:23:13 GMT -8
I'm well-rested now, I guess I can make the post. @_@ If there's any problems please tell me. @_@;
-needs to get back in the gist of fighting-
Emily didn't expect the German to use a piece of his clothing against her. The scarf wrapped on her leg, she would feel herself being pulled forward, stopping her from running completely. Manipulating her own weight, she would bend her knees a bit and pull her weight forward, falling on her knees instead.
With that wake up call, she realized she wouldn't be able to put her own boss down that easily regardless of how powerful she was. After all, Emily was still a rookie fighter: inexperienced and, compared to some fighters here, weak. She wouldn't let that stop her from fighting though.
It was then when she heard an explosion.
That guy had a frickin' gun!
"Shit!" Emily's first reaction was to cover her head with her arms and remain in the crouched position, her fans acting as a sheild as well. She felt stuff hitting her hard, but not as much pain as she expected. "... Rubber... bullets?"
She smiled. This would end up a lot interesting. After the said assault of rubber spheres of doom, Emily just stood there in a defensive position. His scarf no longer a problem, Emily was wondering if he'd throw out more of his clothes at her how well she'd fare in this fight, but she threw that piece of insecurity away as the fight resumed.
She would take care to keep the three within her sight, but for now she would take the defensive.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 24, 2009 13:27:07 GMT -8
OOC: XD Fuck, I'm so lost. If I did something wrong, lemme know, but otherwise, I'll just say I'm making this post a bit more simplistic.
OH SHI- ---The next thing that "Unfettered" knew, his body was being flung about in the air, being hit in several different places, his body spinning and crashing, to slam in a contorted mess about a good five feet off. First came the wave of shock. Frozen, completely.
...Then came the pain.
Debilitating, hit at such a proximity... the German began to heave his head off of his left arm... his right leg bent awkwardly underneath him.---God, right on the tailbone. Stunned. A gun? Was he shot? ...Was he dying?
...He inhaled---Pain struck at him, but, it was surprisingly not that bad. Well, aside from being shot. Felt like he just earned close to over two dozen bruises, all over his body in an instant. There was no mistaking it... A gun. The fellow in the bushes had hit him with a gun. It was hard to register, since it all happened so fast, but this... this...!"VUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK..."But he was smiling. He was even laughing a little bit. Hefting himself up, not sure if anything was broken, he hunkered himself down forward, in an awkward hunch. Hair now messed up, hanging in front of his face messily."...You..." slowly... in a deathly, low tone to the man in the bushes."..."
"YOU'RE BRILLIANT."Leaning forward, he began to fall---Until his right leg came up suddenly, as he went into a low-angled charge at the man with the shotgun. Like hell he was going to back down. Someone with this kind of technology? It didn't matter anymore if the German was shot over and over again.
"Unfettered" goal was now this man.
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Post by Stu Pott on Feb 24, 2009 20:48:35 GMT -8
Stu laughed maniacally as all three opponents scattered. He pumped the barrel, shell flying out of the breach, grabbing it out of the air as he watched the german boy get up.
"YOU'RE BRILLIANT!"
He laughed at the boy. He hadn't seen someone as accustomed to and wanting of pain since himself. He pulled the trigger, his third shot with the weapon, watching as the boy hurtled closer, those rubber pellets stinging forth.
He grabbed the shell, pocketing it. Then, in an almost surprising move, he twirled the shotgun into the air, grabbing the barrel, and then cocked it back, readying for the german to get in range. He was lucky, as a branch whipped by, tearing his cheek, leaving a small blood trail down his face. He licked at it absentmindedly.
Then, even more unexpectedly, when he got in range, Stu's crouched position would turn into a roundhouse kick, using the gun's raised position to fool the boy into expectancy. He grinned the entire while, and would only laugh at the boy's misfortune.
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