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Post by Speenatch on Dec 16, 2016 4:36:25 GMT
[Thread PL: 3,676 Light Weights Applied, Current PL = 2,757] Speenatch's big, brown eyes fluttered open as the sun crested the canopy of the jungle. He held up his hands to rub the sleep from them, before crawling out of the bedroll he'd slept in the previous night. This revealed his choice of slumber attire... his training sweatpants. Nothing else either than that, though. There was no shirt covering his hair, muscled torso. His feet were bare as well, and he hadn't worn his gloves. The black bands were still on his wrists and ankles, though. No matter how hard he had tried, he'd been completely unable to take them off. Upon standing up, he took a look around at the clearing that he'd been using as a camp site. In the center was a tall, and thick tree. One that appeared rather ancient. He'd also been sleeping under it for the past few days. All around the tree was tall grass, ferns, and dirt. All of which had been tamped down both by his own footsteps and equipment, and by those of someone else. He didn't quite know who, but it was probably the same person that had left all of the (now destroyed) traps surrounding the place... and the flow-trap that he'd been using to help with catching fish on his days off. Today was one of those days, and also the day he planned on leaving this place behind. Well, the day before that day really. He had to repair his gi and catch enough food for the next few days before he left. And before even that... he needed to bathe. He had forgotten to do so last night after training... and having a mountain fall on him. ' I gotta figure out how I blocked alla that rock sometime soon, too. That'll prolly help when I get in a fight.' He figured that it was probably just him doing the same thing that he did to harden his limbs. The only differences being that he'd done it on instinct and had spread the effect over most of his body. His shades, which he just left with his things, had also gotten out of it perfectly fine somehow... ' Which is a question fer another day. Just be happy they didn't break, don't have the zeni fer more...' As he told himself this, he gathered up his soap, shampoo, some weird laundry-product his parents had given him (for cleaning without a washing machine), and his bathing towels (the sweat towels he left behind). After taking a moment to stretch and yawn, he floated off towards the stream and waterfall that he'd been using to clean himself up for the past few days. It was a short trip by air, and in no time at all... he was completely naked under a waterfall. Washing out his mullet-mane, lathering up his body with soap... all of that good "hygiene" stuff. ' Ya know, as annoyin as those traps were... it's still a pretty nice place... Shame to leave it, but I don't wanna overstay my "welcome"...' After glancing and feeling around for a moment for anyone that could be watching or listening, he decided to speak out loud to himself. " I also do not wanna meet whatever crazed "prepper" er "survivalist" was out here settin' alla those traps. Good thing I'm leavin' tomorrow. I should be long gone by the time they get 'ere..." Little did Speenatch know, as he began to sing a louder, off-key version of some pop-tune that he'd heard on the radio last month, how wrong his assumptions about time would be. [Tags: Tulip Waterfield ]
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 16, 2016 5:18:38 GMT
[Thread PL - 53450 PL Heavy Weights applied - 13363 PL]
Flying through the sky, Tulip looked downward towards the rapidly passing scenery. After unlocking the ability to fly, the woman had been soaring across the globe, hunting large monsters using her newfound ‘trick’. It had kept her full and hastened the speed with which she mastered the use of flight and the blades. Finally arriving at the place she had started her journeys in, the woman glanced down at the large clearing so far below. Home, finally! Descending rapidly, the first thing the woman noticed as the ground rushed up towards her was a horrible stench. A mixture of sweat, garbage, and rot assaulted the woman at varying levels, almost making her lose her concentration and fall the remaining dozen meters to the earth. Sinking to the ground covering her nose and mouth, the woman looked around the clearing. Her immaculate clearing she had left so many weeks ago had the signs and evidence of some bumbling barbarian ravaging its pristine expanse. Suppressing a growing, seething rage, the woman slowly walked through the clearing, struggling to slow her rising anger. “Calm down, Tulip. Some asshole just came through here, set up camp, and then left without cleaning. Nothing too horrible...huh?” She felt her feet fall into something, and the horrible smell came back even stronger. She had stepped into a pile of something, which had been left on the edge of the clearing. Suppressing the scream welling up, the woman glanced towards the edges of the clearing, and started noticing the broken traps further within the forest. Something snapped within, as the woman let out an animalistic scream of rage and fury. Her aura exploded outwards, erasing the waste at her feet in a silver crackle of energy. Two swords formed in the air, which the woman grabbed firmly. Closing her eyes, she sent out her sense, searching for the intruder, the individual who had ravaged her clearing so savagely, completely destroying its use and worth. Sensing a tiny energy, the woman braced herself on the ground and narrowed her gaze. “Found you, bastard.” Sliding one foot, the woman sprinted through the path down the clearing, coming to an explosive stop that sent dust upwards in a cloud beside the waterfall and stream. She began taking deep breaths, struggling to gain control of the seething rage burning deep within. As the dust began clearing, the woman would begin looking for the man, woman, or alien that had chosen to mess with the wrong clearing.
Trained Potential Activated - 53450 Current PL
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Post by Speenatch on Dec 16, 2016 6:48:53 GMT
Speenatch had been just about to finish belting out the half-remembered chorus to that trashy song he'd heard about a month ago and not at all since... when he froze up. The reason? He felt something, no, someone with an incredibly high amount of power flying his way. It was by far the highest power level he’d sensed since Satan City...
‘Just calm down, plenty of strong people fly all around places… And not alla ‘em are Saiyans. They’re prolly just passin through. Heck, they’ll prolly skip over the clearin’ entirel-’
He felt the energy slow to a stop above where he knew the clearing to be. Then descend down into it. Some might call it fortuitous that he was still under the waterfall, since the water disguised the cold sweat breaking out all over his body. The stout man then struggled to control his breathing, while also struggling to control the dread he felt sinking into the pit of his stomach.
‘Okay, they’re in the clearin’... that’s fine. Maybe… maybe they’re just checkin’ it out… yeah. They’re just seein’ this nice-lookin’ campin’ spot, and when they notice the signs that somebody else was there, they’ll leave without any fuss. I mean, what’re the chances that this is whoever was the one that left those traps?’
Then he heard the shouting. The wordless, animalistic shouting of pure, unadulterated rage. Well, “hear” was probably the wrong word… A better way to phrase things would be to say that he felt it. Just like he felt the incredible boost in power that accompanied it. As his whole body shook and shivered, he shouted inside of his head.
‘OH BY ALLA THE GODS, THEY’RE EVEN STRONGER THAN I THOUGHT!’
Externally, he pushed his body flat against the cliff that the stream ran over to form the waterfall. Whoever or whatever had just found the signs of him inhabiting the clearing had just risen into the air again. And now they were flying in his direction! He tried to make himself look and feel small (to little avail) while muttering to himself…
“I’m a fly on the wall, I’m a fly on the wall, I’m a fly on the wall, I’m a fly on the wall, they won’t notice me cause I’m a fly on the wa-” He was interrupted by the shaking of the ground as the someone with the incredibly high power level crashed into the ground. Followed by a feminine, and angry, voice saying…
“Found you, bastard.”
He whipped himself around, not wanting to leave his back turned to whoever it was that had tracked him down. And so he laid eyes upon the mysterious force of rage…
What he saw, as the dust settled, was a short little woman... A short little woman with a snarling frown, a visible ki aura, and a pair of blades that seemed to be made from the same energy that swirled all around her. His other senses showed that she had a lot of power to throw around... Enough to make the ground shake when she walked. Enough to turn him to dust!
Of course, this woman would, in turn, see the form of a naked man (covered only by four black bands around his wrists and ankles) just a hair taller than her… One with a pair of shining eyes, a pair that was a lovely and warm shade of brown. He had a goatee around his wide mouth, which bore some white and shining teeth. And a long mane of hair that was the same shade as his facial hair. Below his head was a beefy body with plenty of bulging muscles… from his big ol’ biceps and forearms, to the sculpted pectorals and six pack, and the thick legs… All of it, including the more "intimate" areas, was covered by a healthy coat of dark hair.
And while his body was on display, Speenatch tried to think of something to say. All that came to mind was what he would sometimes say to his sister when he forgot to lock the door and she had to use the bathroom…
“I AM TRYIN’ TO SHOWER!”
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 18, 2016 4:39:55 GMT
As the dust began settling, the woman’s gaze searched the pond, searching for her victim. When the dust finally cleared, she had a clear gaze of the lake and waterfall in front of her. Hidden partially by the waterfall was a hairy being that seemed human in appearance. As his head emerged from the waterfall, she noticed his long messy hair and facial hair. His eyes were a warm brown. His body was full of muscle, but the woman didn’t feel any of her usual desire upon seeing this man’s body. Realizing suddenly that she had grown accustomed to the strength of her peers, the woman sighed in resignation, temper already dwindling to a slow burning. This man was incredibly weak, almost weaker than she had been when she landed in this clearing all those weeks ago. Then her gaze dropped lower, and the woman’s face turned a bright red which overcame the light tan of her skin. Dropping both swords which turned to dust before they hit the ground, the woman spun away as the man shouted hoarsely. “ I am tryin’ to shower!”
The woman’s distaste filled her voice as she shouted with her back to the man. “This was my home, you smelly wimp! I doubt your time here has done anything but sullied the area I called home! Hurry up, finish, and get dressed so I can face you, weird pervert!”
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Post by Speenatch on Dec 21, 2016 18:39:08 GMT
It was only after Tulip turned away that Speenatch realized something. Something that he had forgotten in his utter, mind-breaking fear. He was naked! His hands flew to cover up the space between his legs as he panicked. ...He also tried to cover his chest with one arm for some reason.
At being called a "pervert"... some of his fear was lost. It was replaced by righteous indignation... Indignation that was channeled as he spoke more like Steel, than Speenatch. "Oh well excuse me fer showerin' without ma clothes on, while bein' miles n' miles from the nearest person!" He continued in a most sarcastic manner as he turned himself around to finish lathering up and rinsing off, "Then again, I guess I am kinda askin' fer it... what with bein alone in the middle of nowhere. That just means I want everyone ta take a good, long look at it, right?"
He was still scared, of course. This woman, whoever she was, could squash him like a bug if she wanted. But she didn't seem like she cared enough to do that.
'Then why are ya bein an ass, Speenatch?!'
'Because she called me a pervert, Speenatch! A pervert! I'll take bein' called smelly, and a wimp, but not a pervert! Mom raised me better n' that.'
As he had this little discussion with himself, he finished cleaning up. Following that, he put his now-clean (hopefully if that weird spray stuff worked after the dip in the lake), underwear and sweatpants on. He'd probably have to change again, but for now his "unmentionables" were covered. Which meant...
"Alright, lil' lady. Ya can turn around, now... I'm decent. Now what's all this about me bein' a smelly wimp that wrecked yer home?!"
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 21, 2016 23:47:12 GMT
Tulip was trying fervently to erase the image of the mans...GAH! Shaking her head in an attempt to dispel the thought and shock from her mind. Slamming her fist into her face, a ripple was sent across the lake from sheer force of the punch. Biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, the woman finally composed herself enough to realize the man had exited the lake and was dressed in his ratty sweatpants. The woman sighed in disgust as the man turned towards her. “Alright, lil’ lady. Ya can turn around now...I’m decent. Now what’s all this about me bein’ a smelly wimp that wrecked yer home?” A small grin crossed the woman’s face, as she realized this was probably how gods felt when they chose to look down upon mere mortals. An evil glint filled her emerald gaze, as the woman slowly but firmly spoke. “All of those traps you shattered...were the work of my time spent here. You broke those. You left trash on the ground where I slept, where I slept. You filled this entire clearing with your filthy smell. This horrible smell will never leave this clearing. The worst part is this…” Her gaze landed on the man, filled with such deep pity and disgust that any normal person would doubt the worth of their existence in short moments. Her lips turned into a sneer as the woman whispered. “You’re not even strong enough for me to beat up for revenge. I could crush you without trying. I’d be able to forgive you if you were strong enough to even present a challenge. So, I’ll give you a choice.” The woman sneer turned into a menacing grin, as she thrust one foot out towards the man. Crossing her arms, the woman laughed softly and muttered. “Get on your hands and knees like a dog and apologize; then I’ll let you keep this clearing and leave immediately. If you decline…” Popping her neck audibly, the woman thrust one finger out. A large sword, shaped like a claymore, materialized and stabbed into the earth next to her. It hung there, radiating with ki energy. A happy smile filled the woman’s face as she spoke. “I’ll take great amusement in training you thoroughly.”
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Post by Speenatch on Dec 23, 2016 15:50:44 GMT
Speenatch was, needless to say, a little bit intimidated by this woman. Not only was she many, many times more powerful than him... but she was also giving him the most evil of looks. Just what kind of sadistic kook was she?!
Apparently an angry one, from the way that the little speech she gave went. The smell? What smell had he left in the clearing itself? He knew about the fish-guts and the latrine... but those were beyond the edge of the clearing itself. Maybe the smell had wafted in? It could have, with him just becoming immune to it. Easily solved, too... All he had to do was dump the guts somewhere else, and bury the latrine. He really didn't know why she thought the smell would never go away. But he didn't have time to really talk about this idea of his.
Mostly because the woman thrust her foot forwards, causing Speenatch to jump back. And out of instinct, he assumed a combat pose. While shaking like a leaf in the wind. Said pose was dropped immediately after he got his options. Either he could beg for his life and be allowed to... stay in the clearing that he'd planned on leaving. Or, alternatively, he could be... "trained"... and based off that ki-blade that held more energy inside of it than he had in his whole body... he wasn't going to enjoy "training".
For this reason, he held his hands out defensively again, while nervously smiling. "Now-now... I'm uh... sure we can come to some sorta agreement here! Wh-What if we just both apologized to each other, n' I cleaned up ma things? And then I leave, never ta return?"
'Too proud ta beg, huh Speenatch?'
'Fer now, Speenatch. Fer now...'
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 23, 2016 21:43:49 GMT
After listening to his desperate pleas, Tulip glanced over towards the pond as she yanked her sword free of the ground. Seeing her reflection in the water, the woman paused in shock. The reflection was hers, but the expression was one she had only seen a handful of times. ...is that what evil looks like? Her hand slipped off the sword, which dispersed into silver ki. Her aura dispersed, leaving the woman standing silent next to the pond. Kneeling next to the water, the woman dipped her hand into the lake, sighing softly. “Well, my enthusiasm is crushed. Sorry about the outburst. Clean your mess and leave; I’m not staying here, so we can meet at the middle and say ‘sorry, if I cross your path again it’s grounds for immediate death’...right?” Tulip grinned at the last bit, before laughing softly if the man freaked out over the death bit. She looked out across the lake, before glaring back at the man. “You need to learn to be cleaner if you’re trying to live out in the open like this. Be glad I found you, and not the bandits and demons who would’ve smelled you from five miles away.” Huffing indignantly, the woman rose and dusted her pants off. Dipping her boot into the water, the woman cleaned the sullied shoe and finally turned away. Looking across at the hairy, weird, smelly man, the woman spoke once more. “My name is Tulip. I’m not going to forgive you when it comes to this clearing and everything you destroyed. So…” A weary smile crossed the young hybrid’s lips as she muttered. “...you owe me a meal next time our paths cross, okay?”
Trained Potential dropped, Current PL 13362
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Post by Speenatch on Dec 24, 2016 6:17:11 GMT
Speenatch tried not to shake too violently as Tulip stayed silent. He did, however, allow himself to show the confusion he was feeling when the visible aura dropped, and her power went down with it. She also lost that evil glare after a moment, before staring deeply into the water. He took this opportunity to begin backing away... very, very slowly. So slowly that he'd barely moved more than a few feet away before she started speaking. And even then, he froze up entirely as soon as sounds came out of her mouth.
He didn't so much freak out when she jokingly suggested a duel to the death upon their next meeting, as he did just open his eyes and mouth wide with fear. Then she talked about his smell... which made him self-conscious enough to sniff at his pits. He'd just cleaned himself, and he didn't smell much of anything. She must've been referring to the fish-guts. Those smelled just plain awful.
And then... his saving grace came. All she wanted, if they ever met again, was a meal. A meal from a guy that enjoyed cooking almost as much as fighting. So, the lips of his gaping mouth tilted slightly upwards into a nervous smile... and his eyes stayed just as wide as they already were. His hands were once again held up as he babbled out a response. "Oh yeah, sure! Next time we meet, I'll cook ya up some grub. Yyyyep, whatever you want. If I have the ingredients fer it on hand o' course..."
'Aw wait, what if she don't like not gettin' her choice... and then she vaporizes me?'
"And by that I mean, I'll get whatever ya happen ta have a hankerin' for, no problem. Homecooked, er goin' somewhere nice on my dime. Sure-sure, whatever works. A meal ain't no problem, no m'am. Deal accepted, sorry fer messin' up yer valley. I'll just go clean up, pack up and get on outta here."
After that whole little... speech, Speenatch tentatively held out his hand. Open and unarmed. Without any ki being channeled into it. So he could shake her hand. If she took it, he'd shake it, then head back to the valley. If she didn't... well he'd probably look a little bit like an ass.
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 27, 2016 2:49:45 GMT
The man’s eyes never relaxed, fear still embedded in them. She tried to recall how she had reacted whenever meeting someone stronger than her. Definitely not like this; I faced them with a nervous grin and the offer of a spar. When he heard her last words, he finally smiled nervously, eyes still not shifting. The woman sighed as the man held his hands up and babbled out a reply. As he finished declaring that he was leaving, the man held out one hand. The woman noticed the slight tremble in his stance and smiled softly. Thrusting her hand forward, she firmly grasped the man’s hand. Shaking it once, the woman let go and turned away. Pausing before she took off, the women glanced over her shoulder and muttered. “Next time we meet, be stronger. I like a good workout after a meal. So long…” Tulip paused and turned towards the man. Her emerald eyes sparkled in the light as she muttered. “For all the threats I made, I just realized I never caught your name. What is it? My name is Tulip.”
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Post by Speenatch on Dec 27, 2016 17:16:03 GMT
Speenatch half-expected this woman to just... flip him over. Or crush his hand. Or in some way obliterate him while shaking his hand. However, she did none of those things. She just took his hand with a firm, but not painful, grip and shook it. He was almost in the clear, she was going to leave! But then she paused. She just... stood there for a moment before staring at him with those emerald eyes. Emerald, sparkling eyes that seemed to catch the sun juuuuuust right... ' Huh, when she's not tryin' to kill me, she actually looks kinda... WAIT! NO! Do not go googly eyes over a chick that was about ta kill ya, Speenatch.' He shook his head before clearing his throat. Then, the short, muscled man stood up straight. His nervous smile turned into the usual, confident one that he usually wore on his lips. The fear in his eyes faded, replaced by that determined glint that often filled them. He pointed one of his thumbs towards his chest as he replied, " People call me Steel... Mister Steel. Nice ta meet ya, Tulip." He then gestured back towards the clearing with that same thumb. While adding, " Now uh... if you'll 'scuse me, I gotta figure out where ta dump about four days worth of fish guts... and see about fillin' in my latrine." After that, he turned towards where he left his showering supplies. He had to gather up his towel, his shampoo... soap... that laundry product. Along with the deodorant and toothbrush he hadn't gotten to use yet. He'd do that in a little bit, maybe take another shower after dealing with the fish-guts. " Oh yeah, and if I were ya, I'd check and see what snares an' such haven't gone off an' disarm 'em. Since I'm pretty sure they can kill a normal person pretty easy, are spread all over the place, and ain't marked. Just uh... just in-case. I'd hate ta see someone get hurt by somethin' that weren't meant fer 'em, ya know?" Tags: Tulip Waterfield
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 29, 2016 1:42:36 GMT
The man seemed to stare for a moment, before shaking his head firmly. Clearing his throat audibly, the man stood up straight. His smile relaxed and became more confident. He introduced himself as Mister Steel. After pointing towards the clearing, the man stated he would clean it in the near future. Then he turned towards his cleaning utensils. Pausing, the man spoke again. “Oh yeah, and i I were ya, I’d check and see what snares an’ such haven’t gone off an’ disarm ‘em. Since I’m pretty sure they can kill a normal person pretty easy, are spread all over the place, and ain’t marked. Just uh...just in case. I’d hate ta see someone get hurt by somethin’ that weren’t meant fer ‘em, ya know?” The young hybrid nodded, lowering her hand. Her ki suddenly spiked up, as her jacket and shirt rippled from the sudden increase in energy. Stepping backwards, the woman glanced around the camp, reorienting herself on the current position and recalling every position she had ever placed a snare in. As her hair rippled in the wind created from her amassed energy, the woman spoke loudly enough for Speenatch to hear. “Just stay put for the next 30 seconds. I’m going to test something I’ve been practicing for the last two weeks. I won’t be landing again, so I trust you to clean up the mess and go about your own merry way, okay, Steel~?” Her grin turned mischievous, before the woman launched herself into the air, soaring upwards. She stopped around six hundred feet in the air, staring down at the Bamboo Forest far below. Closing her eyes, the woman began picturing every weapon she had ever summoned to date, tracing their design in her mind and soul. Energy crackled through the air around her, before dozens of blades materialized in the air around the woman. Visible strain formed on her brow, before the woman shouted loudly. “Soul Armament, RELEASE!” All of the blades exploded outwards, slamming into the forest below, exploding in flashes of silver aura. All of the snares vanished in the resulting attacks, as the woman took a shivering breath and looked down at the man far below. She waved at Steel, before flying further north. Time to find a new place to make home at. Oh...there’s Pocky’s house! Mentally noting Pocky’s location, the woman continued her flight north.
Zeni with 5% Hybrid Bonus
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Post by Speenatch on Dec 29, 2016 18:31:22 GMT
Speenatch just watched the skies as the strange woman once more showed her true power. Even without his ki sense, he had a feeling he'd be able to feel the amount of energy she had to throw around. No, no... he'd be able to taste it. Of course, he was confused as to why this strange woman would need so much. Just what was she planning?
He was rather curious about it, but not so curious that he was going to fly up to where she was to investigate. Especially not after she told him to stay still. He was curious how he could hear her from so far up and away. Maybe she was shouting? But at that volume, it sounded like she was calmly speaking... could you use ki to enhance your voice? He'd never even thought of that! Maybe...
'Thoughts fer later. Focus on that blockin' technique fer now. Well, AFTER ya focus on cleanin' up the clearin'.'
"Sure thang! Not gonna move, nosi- ma'am."
He then did as he said he would, and he stayed put as Tulip summoned blades. Lots and lots of blades. All at once. Each one of them bearing more ki than he possessed or was capable of channeling. Then, said blades went to random positions all over the jungle, some landed close by. Others farther away than he'd dared to travel.
It all struck him with a sense of awe. She wanted him to get up to that point? Or farther? That would be quite the uphill battle. But as she left, and he went to go and clean up his mess from the clearing, he just had one thought to himself. A thought that, since he was alone, he decided to say out loud...
"Challenge... accepted."
Zeni + 10% Human bonus
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Queen Habana
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
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Post by Queen Habana on Dec 31, 2016 6:47:30 GMT
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