Scooby Gang Reporting For Duty

Summer 2021, Week 3

Isaac Crysentine

He listened intently, more so doing this so the conversation could get going for anyone else to ask questions. “Very cool, but do you like McDonald’s?” He thought she seemed like a good candidate for the team, but now he needed to see if she’d be a good friend.

Roslyen Van Steele

She did her best to keep the wide smile, having not really eaten at McDonald’s... well, ever. She was unsure how she felt on it. "Well… to be honest, I have never had it. Through it wouldn't be hard to hire a private chief for this operation." Giving the speaker a wide smile, she shrugged a bit. She understood what McDonald’s was and really wasn't interested in ruining her body with it.

Isaac Crysentine

Satisfied with his vetting, Isaac sat back in the chair and had the last of the vitamin Sprite, and proudly said: “I think she’s good, I’ll leave the rest to you guys. Name’s Isaac by the way, I’m a college student at St Maria’s in my 2nd year, pleasure to meet you.” He gave a genuine, wide smile, and held out his thumb with what was a small flame in the shape of a blowtorch, which served to also show his powers to Roslyen.

'Gotcha. That should be easy enough.' she thinks as she pulls up another program, this one being something she wrote previously to sell commercially. The facial recognition software comes up and she locks her gaze on the newcomer, several indicators popping up on her HUD to visualize the process as the program studied every detail it could. Almost immediately results start pouring in from the automated reverse image search and filtering into an only somewhat organized mess of data. Luna combs through the data much quicker than the average human could, but it still takes her some effort to go through it accurately at that speed. As soon as she has the young man's full name, she pops the name into a background search that pulls up nearly all publicly available information, which is added to the data pulled from the recognition software. As she fully verifies each tidbit of information she deems important, she relays it in her thoughts to Sloane. 'Full name is Gavin Alexander King. He's 19 years old and attends St Maria University while working part time at a bookstore. About 9 years ago he lost his parents in a fire and it's suspected that his powers were the cause, though it was still deemed an accident. His biological parents were Christopher and Rachel King, veterans of the War on Ragnarok. He has no criminal record that I can find. I have a bunch of other basic info here but I'm not sure any of it is important right now, so let me know if you need anything else in particular.'

[Type 2: x1 Normal, 3 EP (12/15]

DeAndre Walker (Victory)

Shifting his feet in the ground, Andre gave a nod to her suggestion—choosing not to respond to the preemptive apology. In the back of his mind Andre had noticed it was harder and harder for things to hurt him the stronger he got. Maybe Roslyen would be able to do it. Only one way to find out. Expression growing firm as he saw she was prepared, he focused on what he was doing. With a push of his feet, he flew forward right above the ground, before planting his foot directly in front of her and throwing a punch with a bit of force behind it.

[Ind. x1 Minor 1EP (24/25)]

[Enh. x1 Normal 3EP (22/25]

Roslyen Van Steele

Andre may have trouble with people hurting him, but Roslyen… well most people didn't call her a person. They call her a mountain. Hitting her dead center mass, she didn't move. She wanted to see just how strong this man was. His fist would connect with her abs, feeling nothing but muscle and heat as he did… truly nothing. Not even the normal stinging of hitting something solid with his fist. "Tell me, is that all superheroes like you have?" She could feel pain and her body, at some level, knew his punch still rather hurt. But the adrenaline flowing through her system was over charging, overriding her basic nerves. She would be sore later through. “Come now. This is how you hit someone?” Roslyen quickly brought her knee up snapping it will the full force of the energy she had managed to steal from Andre.

[Type 1: x1 Normal, 3 EP (22/25]

DeAndre Walker (Victory)

“Ohp.” Was what came out as the knee hit Andre’s body, the force of the blow channeling his punch sending him into the air and back a dozen feet into a column. As dust and some debris rained down around him, he took a breath—a deep breath—trying to get the air forced from his lungs back. Oh, so that’s how I hit like. Standing straight after a few seconds, he recentered himself. Impressive. If cocky. Andre hated cocky. Cocky got people hurt, or worse. How to teach that lesson with someone who can fight and absorb my blows. As much as this was a test, it was also an opportunity for Andre to learn how to deal with different Evo types. Then, the voice of Titan came back. Hit and keep on hitting until they can’t stand up. He could take his own hits. And besides, hitting wasn’t all he could do. There were plenty of responses to her taunt. But Andre decided to go with the most simplistic. “No.” Stepping forward with large strides, he approached her until at the last second, he hovered an inch off the ground, whipped around her at Highway speeds, and lashed out with a kick to the back of her knee and brought both hands down in a downward strike at her shoulder. Hit and keep hitting.

[Ind. x1 Normal -3EP (21/35)]

[Enh. x1 Minor x1 Normal (18/25)]

Roslyen Van Steele

There was a phrase, don't be cocky unless you can back it up. This often applied to Roslyen. She could back up most anything she said. Through this would be the first time in the long time someone knocked her down. The first strike brought her too her knees, the second did nothing. Well, it hurt Rosy, but not nearly what Andre had wanted. “Come now. Why would you…” She rose with the force of his strike using his own hit as her strength. Rising up like a rocket effectively she leapt back into Andre, turning as she slammed her shoulder into him. Reaching with a long arm in an attempt to grab him, using his power for both speed and a bit of extra strength. "Enough flying, fight me like a man." She cries out aiming to grab and slam Andre onto the ground"

[Type 1: x1 Normal, 3 EP (19/25]

[Type2: x1 Normal, 3 EP (13/15]

DeAndre Walker (Victory)

The shoulder into his chest would leave a bruise, but now with his own blood rushing he ignored it. It was instead the grab that caught him off guard. Her felt her fingers dig into his clothes and skin and felt his direction change towards the ground. The concrete under him cracked slightly with a sharp snap through the room. For a few moments everything went still. Then, movement. With one free arm, Andre fought against the remaining pressure with the ease of his strength until he was up enough to twist with his flight, ripping his shirt but leaving only small marks on his skin as he broke the ground and landed on his feet. A small trickle of blood came from his nose and his mouth. Wiping it with a hand, he looked at it, face unchanging from the cold exterior he came up from the ground with. The pain didn’t seem to register, but it was there under the surface. Looking back at Roslyen, he replied to her taunt. “I assumed you’d want me to use my full abilities and not fight with my hands tied behind my back.” He was preparing to push his limits, breaking the room be damned. It took a lot to recall this was a test, not a fight. And the coldness seeped away from his features. “I think that’s enough. I can see what you’re able to do. I’m more than convinced.”

Roslyen Van Steele

Roslyen… was a bit out there. The blood pumping through her veins was thundering in her ears, echoing out anything but the pain beginning to surface. Her body was just not noticing how her shoulder was sitting kinda funny. She had shoved it out of place when she jumped back, the force slamming her bones out of place. Of course, her wrist wasn't much better. She could feel the sprain already and she hadn't even moved yet. Panting a bit, she looked over to Andre and smiled, revealing a mouth full of blood which she spat away with a small grimace. "I guess both those things are fair... I must say, you hit like a truck. It’s been so long since I've fought… well anyone who can hurt me." She let out a laugh and fell back on her ass panting softly "Fuck... I feel really fucking high right now... Anyone got any water? Or better yet protein powder?" Her normal calmness and just kinda air of "cool" was gone. Her racing heart making it hard to do more than breathe right this second as she was trying to calm her overheating body down. "Anyone want to come shove my shoulder back into place before my body heals it like this?"

DeAndre Walker (Victory)

Andre went into emergency responder mode right away. Moving over to Roslyen, he looked at her shoulder and frowned. “It’s just out of place. One second.” It wasn’t his first out of place shoulder and adjusting his strength he quickly put it back in place with an organic sounding pop. “There we go. There should be some food and stuff on the second floor. And a bathroom if you need it. Take a minute and after this next test we will meet you up there.” Between her and Isaac, Andre was worried their team was a bit too high on that horse. But with Roslyen they had some more strength on their team. “Great fight. You’ll need to show me some moves later on. I need to learn how to fight more effectively.”

Roslyen Van Steele

With a pained laugh she looked up to him as her shoulder was reset. "I'd be honored. Honestly, it’s not much. I only had about a year in the army, though my bodyguards have showed me a few things." Rising up she rolled her shoulder shaking her head as she felt all the torn muscles doing their best to stitch themselves back together. Her body may have the energy to do it, but unless she got some protein in her quickly, she would start devouring herself from the inside, muscles eating muscle just to repair itself. Walking towards the stairs she rubbed her rumbling stomach. "I really hope there is enough food to feed a bear... or six... I knew I should have brought lunch…"

[Type2: x1 Normal, 3 EP (9/15]

The more experienced fire user began to clap quietly, excited that Alex had managed to properly show off his powers to Andre.

DeAndre Walker (Victory)

Huh. Sorry to say, Isaac, but he beats you in the cool factor. Andre, thanks to his firefighter experience, noticed the slight reaction to the burn. But it didn’t look severe. That and the Control seemed to say Alex knew how to handle his powers at least. “Perfect. Now, his me with your standard best. If you can outperform Isaac, I’d rather see that against me than him. After that, Agni Kai it is.”

Alexander King

Shaking out his hand the white-haired aspirant kept his eyes locked on Andre as he spoke, his features pulling into a minor wince. "Standard best?" Alexander repeated, rolling around the words in his mouth before he shrugged. "Sure, I'll let you decide how it is." Briefly he looked over towards Isaac and then a look of concentration fell over the usually jovial boy. Sliding one foot back, Alexander made his profile smaller as he crouched close towards the ground one arm tucked behind his back nearly out of sight while keeping the other one forward: both hands with their palms towards the floor. It was an odd stance that managed to keep him low and gave him a few options in regard to offense, defense, and mobility. It wasn't perfect, but it suited Alex well as blue embers began to trail from between his forefingers on the hand facing Andre before another small baseball sized torrent erupted into existence crackling and burning hot. Tucked behind him and nearly out of side a far larger, basketball sized swirl of blue flame sprang into existence swirling and spitting embers all around Alexander, wreathing him in his own halo of fire. Taking a step forward he began to move the hand holding the smaller flame up as if to throw it just before it seemed to vanish! To the keen-eyed observer, however, they'd be able to identify that the blue flames were pulled into Alexander's body, those crackling blue embers now lancing through his veins and rushing to his other arm. Just as the first flame vanished, the college student ran forward and hauled off in a wide arcing underhand pitch as the basketball sized plume of flame suddenly surged to the equivalent of a beach ball in its mass. The absorbed flame adding to its size as it was ejected into the rolling inferno and sent screaming, spitting wisps of flame across its path all over the area as if the flame itself was intent on destruction. In the event even an ember--let alone the full mass of Alex's blast--made contact with Victory, he’d come to find the fire was not simply just fire with a different color. It was like a living entity intent on directing the spread of its flame to the most vulnerable locations within its reach, clinging like napalm, and burning hotter by the second. An untamed wildfire with a will of its very own.

[Type 1: Minor Action (G), Basic Action (A) (-1EP)]

DeAndre Walker (Victory)

Lifting an arm as his eyes tracked the incoming fire projectile, Andre took a step forward and swung his hand down to connect with the ball of blue flame before smacking it, and his palm, onto the ground with a resounding smack into the concrete. Well that’s fucking hot. He thought as he scrapped his palm onto the concrete until a flew random patches were left burning. Looking at his palm, it was tinted red, but nothing worse than when he sparred with Isaac. Interesting it didn’t dissipate though like normal fire. Sort of acted like oil or gas fire, moving with the fuel. Shaking his hand, he stood back up to his full height. “That should work. I think you two are good to go.” Andre liked the pitch maneuver Alex executed for the attack. It showed experience handling his power that Isaac didn’t have at that point. The problem is it wasn’t that serious. If that’s his basic…we’ll, if Isaac can get serious for a minute we could train him up and have two excellent fire users that could push each other. Blinking, Andre then remember, fuck he’s a college kid. Andre had this problem about forgetting he wasn’t normal, and that what people put effort into might not seem that ‘amazing’ if he was involved. Crap, he needed to say something. What do people say normally? Good work, kiddo! Nope. “That looked excellent, Alex. I’m happy I decided to hit it instead of letting it land. Put on a good show.”

Isaac Crysentine

Instead of clapping to cheer, Isaac clasped his hands together and started walking, stopping at a point where he stood opposite of Alex. When his hands fell back to his sides, they were lit ablaze and encased by the pure orange fire that has so characteristically come to define him. Enough fire, in fact, to push the limits of what he could produce without expending himself. He saw what Alex could do on a basic level, and he figured if he wanted to see Alex on a more serious level than he had to get serious too. "Agni-kai time." Isaac smiled a deep grin, his body positioned in a fighting stance and his feet barefoot. Time to see what this blue kid is really made of.

[x2 Basic, -0 Ep]

Alexander King

That display he'd just put on took a lot of concentration and effort despite what Andre was thinking. It may have looked effortless, but in a controlled setting it was far easier to maintain his focus on keeping the flames from lashing out. Even then they still rumbled beneath his control, aching for something far more devastating. He knew his flames wished to turn him fully into a conduit, a vessel to pour out its fury, but for the time being he swallowed his fears down. Instead focusing on the burning within his veins and the words of the hero before him. A hero who'd just endured their heat. "Glad you thought so Victory, sir. That's mostly the extent of it, but I still got a few more tricks." He offered a wobbly, lopsided smile as he looked towards the older man. "I'm happy you hit it too, made it easier on me." Despite the fear that clawed at the back of his mind, he even managed to laugh before turning to face Isaac, a trickle of sweat beading down his forehead. His experience was minuscule, and his power was nearly depleted as it was. No, he thought briefly, It's always there... My body just can't handle it. It can't be the vessel it wants me to be. Those bitter thoughts were thrown away as he squared off with the other fire user. A mixture of terror and anticipation swirled within him making him bounce on the balls of his feet as his smile overtook his face, a wide, gleaming thing that was equal parts nervous and excited. My control isn't strong enough to draw this fight out, but if there's one thing I know this power can do... it’s overwhelm. Crouching down low again, his hands came together in an odd position. One palm outstretched, facing towards Isaac with the other hand curled in a facsimile of an 'O' shape. "Loser buys lunch for the winner, deal?" He gave Inferno a moment to consider before letting loose a spray of miniature bolts of flame lancing out from the center of his palm. It was like a machinegun, rapid flurries of tiny darts of blue flame and embers shot in a cascade in hopes of pelting Isaac and the surrounding area in his fury made form. Each ember and sputtering flame that missed its mark seeming to move on its own, trying to leap and crackle in hopes of catching Isaac in their miniature grasps.

[Type 1: Basic Action (-0EP)]

Isaac Crysentine

As the blue flames descended upon him, Isaac thought they weren't bad in it of itself. That's a new move I could do. Putting his arms out in a cross, Isaac swept them to his sides and unleashed two waves of orange fire to meet the flaming bullets. Regardless of what happened next, the orange fire user shot up into the air not with a continued force propelling him but two sharp accelerations furthered by the technique he uses for his Fire Fists but applied to his Fire Feet instead: rapidly heating the short-lived flames to expand the air and create explosive power, thereby propelling him with equal force to that of continuous Fire Feet. Isaac launched himself into the air, a good 7 meters above Alex and with a clear line of sight of him. Seeing what he could do against Andre and the attack he pulled, Isaac knew Alex was already capable enough to at least be a good new addition to the team. But now we see if he's great. With some concentration and a little bit of fury, Isaac launched two fireballs from his hands and another wave of fire from a quick sweep of his feet before getting his Fire Fist ready, intent on simply pounding the ground in front of Alex but still curious to see how he would respond to his attacks.

[x5 Minor, x2 Basic, -5 Ep]

Alexander King

Felt his nerves smoldering just as much as his boiling blood, every last sense standing on edge as orange flame met blue in a strange clash, the lesser bullets dispersed by walls of fire. He has a greater breadth at his disposal, Alex immediately noted as his mind screamed in its frantic, adrenaline-fueled pace. He didn't allow himself to remain still after his attack, beginning to dash in his lower position, making his profile as small as possible as he watched Isaac propel himself in the air as the glowing embers of his previous attack illuminated the blue fire user from behind. There was a faint shock of surprise as he watched Isaac maintain height, keeping himself aloft by blazing fire alone. A technique that's bound to require a lot of focus and energy-- His thoughts were interrupted by a flurry of blows. Alex knew he couldn't afford to waste any energy blocking the attacks with his own abilities, instead opting to skitter backwards away from the impacts of the two fireballs before getting caught by the embers of the fire wave. Even with Isaac's intent to pound the ground in front of Alexander, he felt the heat cascading off his flames. His own heat tolerance affording him resilience against the element they both wielded, Thank God it wasn't a direct hit, I would've been cooked. Now, about that flying... Finding his feet again, he began to punch his curled fists forward into the air. The dull impact of his hands clashing at their apex being muted by unstable, strangely fractured plumes of blue flame. They were aimed towards Isaac, but not his exact location, sailing at a rapid pace above him to shatter against the ceiling. Upon shattering their full purpose was revealed as the strange fire split apart like a firecracker shooting out dozens upon dozens of blinding blue, burning embers in a shower all around Isaac's position. Rather than following up with a fireball, Alex turned his focus inward as his face pulled into a wince. This is going to fucking suck, His terror spoke for him in the back of his mind as he began to rush below Isaac's current position, both of his arms erupting in arcs of his mysterious blue flame. Strangely they didn't seem to be crackling outward, instead they were constantly being pulled inside of his body. Over and over again his flames being absorbed with his mortal vessel making his veins burn blue-white, his eyes glowing like the embers of his flames, and steam to begin pouring out from the pores of his skin and from the edges of his mouth. Even as he just began the process, Alex felt the unbearable heat within his muscles, his bones, behind his eyes, and within his heart. It was dangerous, but he had to try. I have to be all that I can be, or what's the point?! As he looked up towards Isaac, he yelled out, "Come on, let’s do this how it was meant to be done!"

[Type 1: Basic Action (G) x1, Minor Action (G) x3, Minor Action (A) x3 (-6EP)]

Isaac Crysentine

The impact of Isaac's charged up Fire Fist on the ground sent a shockwave through his own body that he barely managed to control. Still getting used to this. When he saw Alex staggering back but then launching fire directly above him, Isaac could only look up and see what he thought was a rain of blue flames coming down on him. Some managed to hit their mark before he managed to create a small shroud of flame to block his immediate air above him, protecting him from the raining fire. The fire that did manage to clasp onto Isaac licked around its surrounding area. His natural heat resistance kept him clean, but the fire themselves seemed to all behave as if they had a life of their own, moving about in their own mannerisms. "Damn, this could actually be dangerous." When the fire stopped falling, Isaac dangled his arms, finally managing to mostly put out the fire on his body with a little bit more effort. It was only when he looked back at Alex that he realized his classmate was starting to really serious. Almost to the point where Isaac recalled Andre's words of treating this only as a test. Clearly, his opponent was not, and spurred on by this show of force, Isaac would not either. Slowly, Inferno set his sights on Alex once more. Isaac, without so much as moving a muscle, unleashed a fire attack imbued into the floor underground to where it would spring up just below Alex's feet. At the same time, he unleashed a powerful and lengthy stream of fire, whipped across his field of vision with his arms to have maximum reach and chance of impact. Finally, Isaac lowered himself into a position that reminisced of a sprinter preparing to dash 100 meters down the track at full speed. He felt his feet flare up with his Fire Feet, charging and waiting to be unleashed to launch Isaac barreling at his opponent at a speed that would only be combined with a combo move he had decided on the spot. Mr. Akira had been teaching him a thing or two, and it was time to put it to the test. "Let's go then. Hit me with everything you got!" When he finished those words, Isaac launched himself against Alex, coming down with a speed he had not yet achieved. Once reaching him, Isaac spun around in an attempt to kick him with the fury of a thousand suns using mainly his speed from earlier and small amounts of added force.

[Manip. x2 Normal x2 Minor x1 Basic, -8 Ep]

[Imbue x1 Normal, -3 Ep]

Alexander King

He watched his opponent crouching where the last impact and him had landed, and the subsequent tremor that seemed to radiate through Isaac's body. Seems that's a new ability for him, Alex briefly thought to himself as he watched his classmate a mixture of a serious aura radiating off of him mixed with the inklings of terror. Terror directed inward and scarcely contained by his body at this point. Yet he fought on. Every second that passed was more heat building within his body, the trapped flames he created and absorbed into his body thrashing, hoping to be free and building up their fury. More heat, more fire, and more fury all lying in wait within his heart all while eating him from the inside out. I can't keep this in for too much longer, Alex thought through the pain, the very air around him beginning to wobble and waver as the heat rolling off his body began to intensify more. Even within his body there was only so much it could do to hide their power, and everyone in the training grounds would be able to see that creeping distortion of heat as it spread from Alex like a flood. This time the white-haired boy wouldn't be given time to think, only to react in a split second as he saw the floor erupt in flames and a wheel stream of them being whipped across. He only had two choices, and Alex didn't hesitate with his pain wracked and adrenaline laden brain as he dove to the side, rolling quickly through the floor's eruption and beneath the stream. Embers caught him regardless, but despite their scalding presence on his skin a mixture of his heat tolerance and the fire within him kept him from noticing their unpleasant presence. I have something worse to deal with right now, his mind screamed at him as he unsteadily to face Isaac as he got down into a sprinter's pose. Something big was about to happen, and Alex knew it in that moment. Alex's blue eyes narrowed in concentration, his clothing smoldering with the presence of Isaac's orange flames before all at once they were snuffed out as his body erupted in fire. Dangerous blue flame that encased his entire body for a moment before being pulled back within himself, absorbed and contained alongside the remainder of his power. A constant funnel to compliment the building fury in his chest, and as the flames cleared out and he stood to face Isaac truly. His eyes had become a radiant, star-like blue and white gleaming within his skull just like his smoldering veins, and the steam that vented out from his pours came off like a cascade nearly eclipsing his body in their presence. Alex was thankful to see Isaac burst forward at full speed, challenging him to give Isaac his all. The fire within his veins begged him to answer that call, itching to be let loose, the monster within him knowing it'd be free soon regardless of the white-haired boy's choice. Time seemed to yawn and stretch in that moment as Isaac cleared the space between them. Alex's perception feeling as if it were slowing as he lifted a single hand up, his body turned to the side to make his profile smaller. One palm outstretched with all five fingers spread, his skin began to flake into ash all across the surface of his hand beginning to crumble away as the blue flame within him was about to be awakened. Sputters and embers of uncontrolled flame from the wealth of destruction inside of him managing to sputter out as he aimed it like a gun at Isaac charging towards him. Then something strange happened. Alex's eyes went wide. Wide enough that their burning visage was plain for all to see but was drowned out by the terror and fear that shook through him then. For a flash of a second, he saw his old home and his parents in lieu of his classmate. The flames screamed in his mind through their heat and action, Do it! Finish this! Right when Isaac was at a point where he was likely to be unable to dodge, nearly point blank with the white-haired boy he threw his forward hand upward into the sky over his hand screaming out in rippling agony and defiance against his own flames. From that crumbling palm came forth a raging torrent of blue flame, a devastating wall of blue flames burning so hot they were nearly white. The product of his heart, mind, and soul all being poured into his ability as he washed the room in that strangely eerie light in the instant before Isaac's kick landed. More focused on missing his opponent, Alex had no hopes of getting out of the way as his body was sent skidding across the floor from the accumulated force of the impact in the caustic aftermath of his Armageddon Flame. Soreness rippled throughout his body; the pain of the kick incomparable to the pain he'd pushed onto himself. Yet he could hardly breath, the kick having knocked the wind straight out of him as he lay curled partially onto the floor in the embers of his own fire. Downed and unable to get back up.

Raising an eyebrow at the offer, Andre asked the most obvious question that came to his mind as a celebrity invited him over to her house. "You have those new high-density weights? I've been looking everywhere for those. I'd love to stop by and check them out. I've been bending the bars at the gym recently with the weights I put on it." Somewhere in the universe, there was someone looking down and just chuckling to themselves at the earnest man and his pure focus. "I agree. We need to be more. First, we just have to work on getting started, and then we aim for that better outcome. I'll run to the top floor; I can always grab a bite to eat after. I want to set some things up with Luna before everyone gathers again."

Roslyen Van Steele

"Yeah, that sounds good to me. And yeah, I have high density weights along with a few high strength cable machines rooted into the foundation of the house, you know the machine that gets heavy without using weights?" She got that she sounded a bit dumb, but being a celebrity, she rarely went to anything more than her private gym or trainer. Turning, she headed for the stairs waving her hand back to him with a small evil smile. And of course, a reinforced boxing ring. Getting the steam out is pretty good for you... and I finally might have a partner I won’t break in half." She laughed at her own bad joke and made her move out of the room fully. "Imma go find some food before I eat through your entire food budget for the year."

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Authoring Date

July 5, 2021

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