Irene Dixon
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Demon Corseque
Wake me up. I'm living a nightmare.
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Post by Irene Dixon on Apr 14, 2014 21:26:59 GMT -5
Nothing.
She wanted to feel nothing. Partnered with Levi, meeting Dante, thinking about who her partner was, remembering her old partner. It was all so simple and yet it was affecting her. It was altering her mindset and making her unfocused. Logically, it all needed to fade away. So that's what she was doing here. Besides the obvious reasons of training to get better, she needed to train to calm her mind. Walking had only worsened it, making her think over things further. Here, she would focus, let go, and sink into her nothingness.
Blank expression as normal, anyone who came to the dojo would see a young woman sporting black shorts, grey short boots, a deep red tank top, and leather straps over her right bicep. What exactly was she using to train today? A hanging punching bag. Keep it simple and sweet. She just wanted to beat the crap out of something. A strip of metal over the knuckles of her left hand, she took two jabs at the hanging bag. A second of hesitation while a dim white light flashed over both her hands, the metal strip appearing once again but on the opposite hand. Punching twice at the bag, she put as much force and speed into the movement as she could. Using her body to force her hand forward, the bag sucked in the punch like it should.
This process continued on, her focus being on lessening the time between her switching her partial transformation's hands. She wanted the hesitation gone. If her mind was clear, this would be a simple task. Her concentration equaled success with this specific exercise, but with her mind clouded lately she had gotten sloppy. There was no room for that. Especially with Levi.
On and on she went, the hesitation between switches getting shorter and shorter. Frustrated and pleased with herself all at the same time, she went to take a final punch with her left hand. But... something felt different. No partial form. She hadn't retaken her partial form anywhere. Sighing, she punched the bag four more times, twice with each hand, alternating. Releasing her frustration, she turned away from the equipment, walking over to a bench on the wall of the dojo. Sitting down, she grabbed the waterbottle from the bag she had brought. Taking a quick drink and sitting down, she leaned forward somewhat, head down, elbows on her knees, and just breathed.
Relax. Empty everything. Release her thoughts.
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Post by Zane Arterius on Apr 26, 2014 2:27:46 GMT -5
Another day, a peaceful one at that! Zane managed to be free from Kaylin, well at least for the time being. Most of the places he would go to be by himself have been compromised by Kaylins knack of ALWAYS finding him. So this rare moment of not having her around was the perfect opportunity for him to head to the schools dojo and get so training him, something he always tried to do in his free time.
Carrying his bag of workout stuff he made his way to the dojo. As he made his way inside he noticed a few people in there, him not really knowing anyone he decided to keep to himself and take a spot in the corner. He set his things down and pulled some gloves from his bag, he tried not to look around and just focus on his work. After getting his gloves fastened to his hands, he did some quick warmups which included some push-up, jumping-jacks, as well as squats.He took a deep breathe, and stretched his arms before he began to let out all his stress upon the punching bag.
Some time had passed and Zane was still having his way with the punching bag. The sweat began to run down his face, the speed at which he was attacking the bag at didn't slow down, he kept it at the same fast pace as when he started. He needed a break, he stopped with the punches only to find himself not tired or even out of breathe. Clearly he wasn't working out properly if he wasn't somewhat tired, it was unclear if he was off his game or he was being lazy. All he knew was that he began to crave the power bar that was in his bag.
HE reached in his bag to grab it, as he crouched down his wandering eyes looked around the room and he noticed a girl. He seen her around, there was something important about her that he was trying to remember. He watched her for a few seconds then his eyes shifted back toward his bag as he grabbed his power bar. While take a bite of it he tried to remember who this girl was. After a few minutes something came to mind, if she was the person who he thought she was be, this was the chance he's been waiting for,
As he was walking over to her, she began to sit down with her water bottle. When he finally made his way towards he, he looked down as if he was being a little nervous, and he said.
"Excuse me.....are you Irene by any chance?"
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Irene Dixon
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Demon Corseque
Wake me up. I'm living a nightmare.
Posts: 108
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Post by Irene Dixon on Apr 29, 2014 19:00:56 GMT -5
Quiet. Quiet the soul. Quiet the body. Quiet the mind.
And it was working. Irene let her thoughts melt away as she simply took air in and out of her lungs. She was trying to sync back into her calm, to let her body release some of its tension and heat, as well as calm her mind. That was the real focus of today. Everything was going swimmingly! She had worked on her partial transformation, refocused her thoughts, did a slightly physical work out for the moment…. The day was looking up.
For once, Irene was letting her senses relax. No matter how important she felt it to pay attention, right now was not the time. While she worried and stressed over the fact that she could be missing information that could prove useful, she couldn’t help it. To clear her mind, she needed to clear her senses. No glancing around constantly to catch what people were doing, no eavesdropping, no nothing. This being said, Irene took no notice of Zane.
No notice until his words.
Are you Irene, by any chance?
Well that was a stupidly phrased question… There was always a chance that a person you approached would be named whatever name someone felt like having pop in their head. Giving the situation that he approached her and most people weren’t annoying enough to ask random questions like that, the chances were even higher that this was her name. He must have had some hint right? That increased his chances. Disregarding the fact that she was, indeed, Irene. It was stupid to ask if there was a chance. Because OBVIOUSLY there was.
While she hadn’t moved for a few moments, her mind was beginning to race once again. If someone was going to drag her back to reality, she had to fully be there. Lifting her head somewhat, she stretched her arm out so that her palm rested on her knee, the other hand still holding the bottle of water. Eyes traveling up to the male’s face, she looked neither happy nor sad. Her blankness was settling back in. Her need to remain distant, keep to herself. The blank expression that her face would so easily hold.
”I’m Irene. Why?”
To the point. Irene was certainly calming back into her normal self.
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Post by Zane Arterius on May 8, 2014 0:35:07 GMT -5
As Zane waited for a reply, he stood there in silence staring at Irene. His face was blank just watching her movement, He watched her hand rest on her leg, with her other hand holding her water bottle. he watched her blank face move up to look at his, the feeling he got from her look felt cold and distant. He himself began to fill a chill, if this was the same Irene he would need to be on his guard. he stood there waiting for a reply, unflinching looking back at her,
”I’m Irene. Why?”
As the feeling he got from her looking at him wasn't enough, he just got verbal proof that this was in fact the Irene he heard about. She was a fellow weapon just l like him, though he wasn't quite sure what kind she was. So now that he knew it was her he had to choose what would happen next very carefully.
"Your partner is Levi, I hear he's one of the students here, and if your his weapon you must be pretty skilled as well"
Zane had heard rumors from fellow students that Levi was an insanely talented meister and had a weapon who was intense who was named Irene. If the rumors were right, any weapon partnered with him was sure to make Death Scythe, which was something Zane wanted to be.
So naturally Zane wanted to see why this particular person was such a great match for him. After all these were rumors and this is a school, so whose to say any of this is accurate, but to Zane he believed it and he was will to do what he can to see if this is true. With his own partner Kaylin out somewhere he wouldn't have any distraction.
"Irene I challenge you to a sparring match"
He clenched his fist and put himself in a combat stance, he was ready. This would be his first official sparring with a fellow weapon. He didn't know what to expect, do they fight with their partial? Do they fight hand to hand? Luckily their partners weren't there to battle as well. Although Zane is proud to be Kaylin's partner, they were both still getting the hang of fighting with each other and if they had to fight against Levi and Irene, they would without a doubt lose.
The eagerness of fighting her started to get to him, he was actually getting nervous. He stood firm in his stance waiting for her to make a move.
"First move is yours"
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Irene Dixon
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Demon Corseque
Wake me up. I'm living a nightmare.
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Post by Irene Dixon on May 8, 2014 0:57:16 GMT -5
A male.
Her senses were settling back in as well. Blank expression remaining, her eyes slowly traveled over him, even as he spoke again. He looked about average height, average build, red hair, blue eyes… Did she know him from somewhere? He didn’t seem like a face she should know. What did he want exactly?
Then the words rang in her ears. Levi. Her partner. So Levi was getting her into stupid situations now too? The female sighed, dropping her gaze and her head. Eyes on the floor, she let her mind slowly drift back to its racing thoughts. She had an idea of where this was going. Levi was a tough guy. And apparently being partnered with him made her skilled as well. What about her own skill? Why couldn’t she be skilled without Levi as her partner? He had to be mentioned… That damn prince.
And there it was.
I challenge you to a sparring match.
What she thought was coming. Heck.. if the only reason he wanted to spar was because she was Levi’s partner, was it even worth it? This kid’s fight wasn’t with Irene. It was with Levi Kastein’s lackey. Lifting her head again, she looked the kid in the face. He had gotten himself into a stance. Well… at least he was being serious. Watching him for a moment, she debated her own movements. She wasn’t extremely tired, she could have another go at things. He didn’t look like too much of a threat either. The way he looked at her… with determination but also like he was thinking a lot. It didn’t seem… effortless.
No. This wasn’t her fight. She didn’t need to bother with it. As much as she liked a challenge, he didn’t want to fight her. He wanted to fight someone with a name. Woooo he fought Levi’s weapon. Oh how that irked her.
Shaking her head, Irene stood up. Water bottle in one hand, the other taking the strap of her bag that had been sitting on the ground. Slinging it over her shoulder, she took another swig of water, though her eyes didn’t leave him. He had just spoken that it was her move. Well, she would give him a move.
”If you want to fight with Levi, go find him. Don’t go searching for me because you think I’d be a warm-up.”
No real bite to her words, just matter of fact like before. Then she moved to take a step past him. He should probably stop that stance before she shoved him over.
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Post by Zane Arterius on May 8, 2014 1:27:23 GMT -5
After he made the comment of her move first, he was ready. Would she swipe at him while she was on the ground? Would she even stand up and acknowledge the fight? So many different scenarios were running through Zane's head. Would she come at him with a surprise attack maybe? All he knew was that he wasn't going to back down, he knew he was in for a tough fight and regardless whether or not he wins or not he knew he would be a better fighter for it.
Even though Zane group of fighting, the world he now lives in conventional fighting wasn't going to cut it anymore. Witches, Kishen, there not going to just duke it out to someone was knocked out...no...they would fight to kill with magic and other forms of technics, so sparring with another weapon he knew he would get an idea on how to not only stay alive, but to keep his partner alive as well.
The though of staying alive calmed him down, he began to keep his cool breathe at a nice steady rate. He was almost like a statue, just frozen in his fighting stance, watching, and waiting for her to make a move or at least say something. He wanted to make the first move but since this was just a friendly spar he didn't want to just come at her without her knowing what was happening. Even though his real battles can be life or death, he wanted to remain civil......at least between fellow students.
Finally there was movement, he saw her shake her head. She began to stand up and grab her bag on the floor with her free hand. Was she going to throw it at him? Ready for what was about to come next he gripped his hands even tighter. she began to open her mouth, he gave off an almost puzzling face when he heard her say
”If you want to fight with Levi, go find him. Don’t go searching for me because you think I’d be a warm-up.”
"You as a warm-up to fight Levi?"
He was quite shocked at what she said, he didn't want to fight Levi, he just wanted to try and have a good practice with a powerful weapon. As she began to walk forward he got out of his stand and stood straight in-front of her. He was confused for a second not sure what to do next. Once she got into arms reach he put his hand on her shoulder to try and force her to stop her from walking.
"Warm-up with Levi? i have no interest in fighting him, I'm fighting to survive and your going to teach me how." He said in a calm as he stared at her with an intense look.
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Irene Dixon
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Demon Corseque
Wake me up. I'm living a nightmare.
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Post by Irene Dixon on May 8, 2014 11:39:53 GMT -5
Confusion. That’s what she saw cross his face at her words. His next words didn’t need to be said for her to know that he didn’t understand what she meant. Okay, so regroup her thoughts. Maybe he wasn’t looking for Levi. But he was looking for Levi’s partner. He didn’t want to fight her, he wanted to fight the famous Levi’s partner.
His confusion seemed to settle into more of a shock now. Wow. These people and their emotions. Even she thought shock was a little much for what she said. But be that as it may, she still wanted to leave. Usually once people started challenging you, they would could continue to bother you if you stuck around. But if you were trying to leave.. they usually backed off. Usually. Seems this boy was not part of that statistic. Now standing in front of her.
The hesitance in that movement, the way he looked like he wasn’t sure what to do. While that’s how she generally felt on the inside, she didn’t appreciate showing it on her face. Why? Because people like her would notice and take advantage. This boy was hesitant. He sort of knew what he wanted, but didn’t know how to go about getting it. If he really wanted to fight her that badly, he would have already swung at her. So why was he being so civil? What was the point in seeming friendly? Did he want to walk away from a fight as friends?
He touched her.
Irene indeed stopped walking. A stranger’s hand on shoulder, she looked to the hand and wondered who gave him permission to touch her. Did she really look like she wanted someone to touch her Here’s the answer. Fuck no. In fact, she wanted to be left alone. Why he thought he could put his hands on her, she would not understand. All civil and trying to friendly get her to spar, now touching her. Was this his way of “nicely” getting what he wanted?
Her gaze shifting away from his hand now, she slowly looked to the face of the male. He was only a bit taller than her. Their eyes were about level. Something about her… seemed… different. Though she was still mostly expressionless, her face seemed… tighter. tense. He spoke then, but her mind was only half listening. By touching her, he was basically attacking her.
Shifting her weight to her right hip, she still held to the bag straps over her shoulder, shrugging his hand off of her as well. Left hand twirling the water bottle lightly, biding time. She said nothing at first. Wanted him to feel that waiting. The waiting for action. The hesitance. The time of uncertainty. Irene knew her own movements, knew what she wanted to do, but she wanted him to think and to wonder. For others, multiple thoughts clouded their senses. Hopefully he was one of these others.
Then, all together, she dropped the water bottle, threw the left side of her body, arm, hip, leg, all forward. Her aim was a simple punch, but with her whole self behind the throw, it would certainly cause some damage if it hit. Not to mention, as her left fist approached Zane, not five inches from his chest a small light flashed across her fist, waiting to reveal a strip of dark and flat metal. If this punch hit his chest like she planned, he wouldn’t breathe well for a few days.
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Post by Zane Arterius on May 8, 2014 17:43:54 GMT -5
He watched her as her head began to turn to look at his arm on her shoulder. Was she going to grab it and attack? He wasn't to sure what was to come next. He remained calm and didn't move at all. Which has been quite remarkable for him, for a brief moment he looked back at his time spent here, since first arriving he would freak out at the mere touch of another female, and here Zane is now, talking perfectly fine and even initiating contact with one. he has grow some much.
His thought process was broken by her making another move, her face shifted from his hand to his face. As they both looked at each other he could see her face slightly tense up a bit. Even though it was hard to notice Zane managed to catch it and he knew that something was about to happen, but how would she come at him still remained to be unseen.
Zane with his hand on Irene, eagerly waiting for Irene to make a move or say something.
While she had the bag in her hand he watched as she pushed his hand off her shoulder, for some odd reason she began twirling her water bottle. After he stopped her earlier, she hadn't tried to leave, she just kind stayed there. That was Zane's confirmation that something was about to happen for sure. Without giving away to much detail away with his body language, he got ready and braced himself. Even though Irene had an average build, Zane didn't want to underestimate her, so he was ready to move at a moments notice.
Then it happened.
Zane noticed with the corner of his eye, Irene dropped her water bottle. He knew it was time to act, clearly she was making the first move, she moved her whole left body as her left hand came straight for him. From his point of view it was headed straight for his chest, it was one of those punches that you could tell was going to do some damage if she landed it. Luckily for Zane she wasn't really fast, so he was able to almost at the last second shifted his right shoulder back and gave himself a little jump to the left.
As he moved his whole body to the left, her hand flew past his chest. as he jumped back he put his whole power down on his right foot. After a few seconds he thrust-ed his right leg into the air, his goal was to knee her right in the stomach region. If things were to go according to plan, after thrusting his knee to her stomach, he would take his right elbow, and slam her down from above.
Of course if she were to counter it, he had his left hand ready to make a counter move to hers.
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Irene Dixon
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Demon Corseque
Wake me up. I'm living a nightmare.
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Post by Irene Dixon on May 8, 2014 18:07:39 GMT -5
Survival noun The state or fact of continuing to live or exist, typically in spite of an accident, ordeal, or difficult circumstances.
He wanted to survive? Well he could try his best. He had her attention now. He wanted a fight? She’d give him one. Movements already in effect, Irene kept her momentum moving forward. Despite her trying to keep his mind busy, he had still been focused on her approaching. Seems he was more together mentally than she thought. She should have known from the way he was watching her… but earlier… those signs were so typical of a nervous teenager.
Whatever.
Her eyes caught his movements. She tried to calculate what he would do next. He moved to the left, a little late, but he was quick. He even threw his right shoulder back to avoid her hit. Well, good for him. That would have hurt. But Irene still refused to change her expression. She wasn’t pleased to have missed, and fast opponents were something she hated. Damn him.
Maybe if she hadn’t had all this extra crap. Like her stupid water bottle. Dropping that was an early sign… If she could have had that extra moment, she might have gotten that hit in. That would have been the end of this stupid mess. But… now she had to deal with it. Fine. So, continue on she would.
Sure, her left hand flew past, but by the time she noticed him moving, she had a new plan in mind. Keep momentum forward. If she did that, eventually he’d back off a good distance or she’d get a good hit in. Another punch directly followed that one, stepping forward with her right foot now, throwing her body from the opposite side. And, thanks to her training not too long before, her partial transformation instantly switched fists. A flash of light, a trace of a smirk on her face.
She might miss him again. Even though he jumped to her right, he still jumped back right after that. But it didn’t really matter. She saw the stance, he wasn’t going to stay away. He was coming right back. Keep the punches flying then, keep moving forward at him. Since he was fast, the main way to keep them within distance was a little sacrifice. Irene didn’t have the speed to dodge, she just needed to be able to take the hit.
He jumped at her. By this time, she had her left fist thrown for him again, the strip of metal securely across her knuckles. No need to be violent yet, she could save the blade for later. The jump attack was the sacrifice that she was going to take. Her punch was for his throat. A small target, but painful, and little high so he could get his damn knee to its target.
Right arm in the backswing of the earlier punch, she moved to grab the waistband of his pants. She was going to pull that little fucker out of the air. This was meant to occur the moment his knee made contact with her stomach. Though Irene was fast enough to brace herself for the hit, tighten her abdomen in preparation, she was still surprised by the force. Eyes only widening slightly, a bit of grunt left the female as some air quickly escaped. If she got that waistband, she was going to pull him so dang hard out of the air that he’d put a six foot hole in that floor.
Many things could happen, but she scarcely worried about the elbow that had been seemingly another attack point. Noticed later than the knee, she hadn’t quite prepared for it. However, three things protected her. 1. If she got his waistband, this kid was on the floor. 2. If she landed a punch to his throat, or he dodged, his elbow attack would be thwarted. 3. None of these things carried out how she wanted, but her left arm would still be in the way. She would throw that arm to the side, deflecting the attack and redirecting his momentum to her left and probably off balance behind her seeing as his upper body would still be moving forward but his leg had dug itself into her body.
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Post by Zane Arterius on May 27, 2014 23:58:40 GMT -5
"Life is what you make it, how you choose to take on the world is how the world will end up treating you. Be weak, the world will run you, be strong and you will own the world". These words that were passed down to Zane by his father before every fight he ever took part of, and these words rang in his head as the fight with Irene has taken off.
"I'm am not weak, I will win, I am strong" He thought to himself.
Back in the physical world Zane and Irene had just started to go at it, She had just thrown the first punch and he was luckily enough to catch it in time to be able to dodge it. His knee then made contact with her stomach, she didn't flinch much but he knew enough from her face expression that it did something, may not have been a lot but better then nothing. After the hit his eye manage to catch her hand reaching for his waistband, With his right elbow in the air he had to make a choice, continue as planned to use that hand to get rid or hers on him. It was a bit of a gamble but being a bit cocky and figuring he could end it here and now, he opted to continue one and use his right elbow to slam on her.
He had his left fist ready to make a thrust at her just in case with his left foot already firmly planted, he brought his right foot back to the ground and put all his force into his right elbow. Since her head didn't go down far enough after the knee blow, he couldn't fully thrust down on her back, instead as his elbow came down he angled it to were it would come down from the left to the right. If it were to hit it would land somewhere around her right shoulder area, if she were to somehow block or even if he somehow missed the strike, his right side was left open and vulnerable.
He managed to catch a glimpse that she was reaching for what appeared to be his waistband. What was she trying to do, drag him down possibly? Maybe it was a distraction, possibly to make him look at the hand while she strikes with the other?
Even though he had his left fist ready, he wouldn't be able to stop an attack there with it, he was fast though, so if she did go for the opening he had a small chance to dodge it again, but would he be lucky enough to dodge another attack? Either way, whether or not his right elbow would make contact or she would attack the opening, he was ready to follow it with his left side. With a almost smirk on his face he gave everything he had into the next 2 moves, could this be over right away? As much as he hoped it would be, he's heard enough about Irene to know that he was in for a long fight. "Be fast and stay close" he kept repeating in his head.
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Irene Dixon
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Demon Corseque
Wake me up. I'm living a nightmare.
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Post by Irene Dixon on Sept 6, 2014 13:41:29 GMT -5
Fool noun A person who acts unwisely or imprudently; a silly person.
Her actions were not subtle and she wasn’t quite sure how he decided to miss all of them. Was he really that caught up in his own attacks that he took no defensive strategy towards her? Ever observant, Irene caught his gaze moving to her right hand. He made no move to stop her, so her plan to grasp his waistband carried through successfully. Not only that, but he didn’t even pay attention to her other hand. Was this some teenage angst about female wanting in their pants? Or was this just foolishness plain and simple? While Irene couldn’t figure it out, the kid had indeed let himself open.
Her left fist having already traveled as quick as she could through the air, her dull partial form made contact with his throat. She didn’t think to hold back for that hit, generally people decided they would protect their throats at any cost…. Major arteries and whatnot in there… But, seemed he was more worried about his pants. It would suck to be him, hopefully she didn’t snap anything. The punch was hard, the metal across her knuckles harder, and the upward punch had been completely left alone. Fully making contact with the front of his neck, there was little chance that it would throw him back or off balance, let alone keep his damn left elbow from contacting with her. Heck, even she wouldn’t get through a hit like that unscathed.
Left hand having made its contact, right hand grasping onto the pants, she threw her weight into her right hip and pulled as hard as she could with her right arm. Using her elbow to cut through the air with force, she would pull this kid along with her arm. Her strength would certainly pull him off balance and with his one knee still being partially in mid-air from his darn kick, it was more than likely that she’d toss his sorry ass on the ground.
She would never stop there though. Her abdomen slightly stung, but nothing enough to hold her back. Whether he was just thrown to the side or to the ground, she was ready with her partial to attack again.
Maybe this would be over quickly.
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