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Post by Wyntre Cold on Feb 25, 2017 6:17:55 GMT
Thread PL: 2,897,232. Suppressed PL: 245. Wyntre was never an advocate for the concept of personal friendship. Metaphorical friendships were advantageous, metaphorical weddings were even better. Friendships between cultures? Progression. Friendship between two distinctly separate fields of study? Progression. Friendship between people? Individual people? If she had not experienced such folly for herself she would have no evidence of its existence. Yet, she had encountered such a thing and she was still not sure of what it meant to her. She had few friends, very few indeed, neither of which she had met until relatively recently. There was Zexama, the Princess of Popping Candy (and other things too). She was annoying, extremely annoying, and her only positive attribute was that she was powerful. Yet, they were friends, somehow. Sometimes, it seemed as if them being thrown together was fate. Sometimes, it seemed as though it was punishment. There was Brisk, too, but she thought of him as less of a friend and more of a... more of a what? Successor? Student? Son?But, there was also the Administrator, or Vi-Poi . He was her most stable friend, yet also the one she saw the least of. They had only met twice: once on Earth, once on Arcose. They knew so little of each other... Yet, they were friends. Yet, they agreed on so much. Yet, they competed so well. Yet, their administering had been so alike. But, yet, they were not the same. Different species, different homeworld, different allegiances, different magnitudes of power, different gender and different color. If they were so different yet so alike, then surely the Administrator could put some insight into what months of thought have not answered for the Lady? She was flying a few hundred meters above King Castle. This place, this castle, had apparently been the home of the monarchs of Earth. Ever since the Army got in, Vi-Poi had been living here. The Army, she thought. The Government of Earth (for it was important enough for capital letters) was the Blue Banner Army. The Government of Earth, she mentally repeated, is an Army. Wyntre would make the note to recommend some rebranding. Had no one noticed that? All one would need to do is have a quick glance at the etymology of 'army' to know that it isn't exactly friends with peace. For an anarcho-democracy, it's almost as if they wanted to be seen as a dictatorship. They weren't, thankfully, but the fact that their main team's name was a homophone of 'chaos' certainly wasn't helping. At least their name wasn't 'The United Democratic People's Front of the United Democratic People of the United Democratic Earth, not autocratic, we insist, also something about Blue Ribbons, also we're an Army, that's totally democratic, and united'. Oh, and, there's the fact that Vi-Poi kind of won the election by force? No matter. Wyntre was not here for the BBA, she was here for his friend and for his advice. What was she to do? Would she take over the Arcosian Throne once more? She didn't know herself. What was best? Not for Earth, not for Arcose, but for all life? That was why she was here. She began to descend towards the ground. Already, she had gathered the attention of BBA soldiers, their feeble blasters pointed in her direction. She put her hands by her head to signify that she meant to harm. Quickly, she was asked to identify herself. Just as quickly, she did. "I am Lady Wyntre Cold of Arcose. You may have seen me being murdered on TV. Now, I would like to see your leader, the Administrator. Tell him that an old friend would like to have a chat over some wine and chess." When allows to enter, she would. (Open to Vi-Poi, those loyal to Wyntre and BBA members) |
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Vi-Poi
Administrator
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 27, 2017 4:25:17 GMT
(Thread PL: 11,414,574)
“If I could fart on you right now, I would,” Vi-Poi grumbled, glaring over and tugging down the visor of his translucent green eyeshade. It seemed stupid to have worn it, now.
“Hee hee!” Ornion Shallotnagger, the action movie star infamous for his deep and booming voice, let out an uncharacteristic giggle, burly shoulders shaking, swiping through another hand of cards with the toggle of his controller. “I don’t know how I do it, I’ve just got the best luck!”
He’d gotten a Straight Flush. Again.
The holographic playing cards winked out of existence as Vi-Poi dropped his controller and used his telekinetics to flip the game off. He dug into the side of the couch and from out between the cushion and the armrest pulled out a gray square cartridge. On its front was a faded and wrinkled sticker that read Super Majin Bros, and depicted below the title were the two brothers themselves, blue and pink. “Cards suck. Let’s play a real game,” He said, wagging the cartridge.
Ornion grunted, sighing down at his phone. “That’s a kid’s game. Poker is a real man’s game.” After a while he added, “Besides, it badly stereotypes Majin as plumbers. Just because we can squeeze down into the pipes doesn’t mean we’re all plumbers. My dad was Chief of Police in Goblin Town, you know. A hard beat.”
“Soooo. You don’t want to play it?” Vi-Poi asked, making a face.
Before Ornion could answer, a bell chimed, followed by the voice of his personal secretary. “Mister Premier, there is someone here to see you.”
“Who?”
“She says she’s the former Arcosian Empress, Wyntre Cold.”
Vi-Poi reached out, feeling only a small power signature that was too vague for him to identify. “Go ahead and send her in.” With a start, he added. “And have somebody from the kitchen bring up our best wine.”
When Wyntre entered the office, a platter with two forty-year old reds and a white were set on his desk. Vi-Poi himself was sitting on the edge of it, dressed down in white socks, gray sweatpants and a blue sweater, with his eyeshade still on his head. Ornion Shallotnagger was laying on the couch while texting his newest supermodel girlfriend. The gold-tinted Majin would glance at Wyntre with mild curiosity and raise a huge hand in a wage.
At seeing his old Arcosian comrade he doffed his eyeshade and sent a glass floating over. Was she a friend? He guessed she was. Not like Bing or Ornion, or even Zucceta. But there was a certain isolation that came with ruling, one that Vi-Poi knew all about, and one he was always determined to break. “Good to see you again, Wyntre. This is Ornion, Ornion Shallotnagger. Have you seen the Salad Tosser action movies?” He grinned. “I figured you must be masking your power. Plenty has changed since we last saw each other. I guess that’s why you came?”
Wyntre Cold
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Feb 27, 2017 10:56:53 GMT
"The Administrator will see you now." That was quick. She wasn't entirely trusting of the soldiers pointing their weapons at her back. While it was obvious that the bullets could not do any harm, it wasn't exactly welcoming to know that half a dozen soldiers, or police, if that's what they're being called currently, were ready to shoot her in the back. Were they aware of who she was? It couldn't be said. She was not aware of how much her name was carried around among the spheres of earth, but if she ever took a guess it'd either be an overestimate or an underestimate. No matter. She made her way up to the front door. It was opened for her by an attentive zoanthrope resembling a fennec fox dressed up like a butler, allowing the Lady inside. She passed by a somehow even more attentive human at a desk, presumably the Administrator's assistant. She followed the overly-polite fox-person who seemed to know exactly who she was. Either that he was just a very good butler. She had gotten there in a short while. The first things she had seen upon entering the room were three bottles of wine, which was good. The second thing she had seen upon entering the room was the Administrator, Vi-Poi, which would have been good if not for the fact that he was dressed ridiculously. The third thing she had seen upon entering the room was a yellow Majin waving at her, which aside from sounding like a 12 Days of Baomas lyric was... not too much of anything, really. He kind of reminded her off a less sycophantic version of Kiwano. Maybe, she theorized, he filled the position a member of the Arcose Force (Zexama Force, Friion Force, what have you) would have in her culture, acting both as an elite soldier and as a sort of what the humans would call a 'celebrity'. But perhaps not. An elite soldier would have learnt to wave properly, after all. She replied to his wave with a critical stare. She calmly let the glass into her hands and swirled it about. Smelled earth-made, definitely. It was an acquired taste, but thankfully she had acquired that taste pretty early on. Still, it was of a high quality. She didn't know this because of the wine, though, but merely because she noticed from the slight smudges in the glass that it must have been handled with both gloves and tremendous care. She sat down, clearly not in a hurry. But, despite this… "Likewise. A pleasure. No." She answered these methodically and simply, as if hoping to get the formalities out of the way. She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped herself. "I apologize for the masking of my power. I suppose, at this point, one could almost call it habit." Her Power Level went to its maximum, about twice as large as it was before she died. She almost chuckled. Then, a deep exhalation. "Let me tell you a story. It was about two years ago, when a certain blue android had certain plans in mind. In myself you sought an audience and access to my Gravity Chamber for a period of my choosing. You contacted me electronically… did you know that I almost deleted that message? I like to think that events have unfolded for the better because I hadn't."
"We went out to a restaurant with a clever pun in the title. You ate a risotto which you seemed to enjoy. We discussed the nature of politics, how you worked on a mechanical level, the SSE and your plans. Then, at some point, it was time for dessert. I chose the restaurant's specialty: Flaming Mousse. I could tell that you were interested, by the way you looked at it. If you had been thinking the same things as I, you'd have wondered about how the chemical composition of the mousse was altered by the flame. You might have wondered whether or not the post-flame mousse was as good as the pre-flame mousse. You might have wondered if it would be given an overpowering burnt flavor. The mousse is the galaxy, metaphorically, and it is on fire, metaphorically. Its political composition has been altered, just as it will be altered further. Earlier that dinner, I said that those who can adapt with the greatest ease will survive. I'm having quite some difficulty with that myself, adapting to burnt mousse."She looked down in thought. She looked over to the Majin, checking if he was still there. If he was, she'd be disappointed. "Do you have a chess board? Human chess will do. Don't worry, I'm not planning on winning it." ((That guard speaks in #9CFFCE, or Cosmic Turquoise. This is what Cosmic Latte looked like because of a glitch. Fun fact.))
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Vi-Poi
Administrator
Premier of Earth
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Tag: @vipoi
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 5, 2017 8:15:07 GMT
Ornion lumbered up from the couch, “Old friend, Vi?” He asked as he stood, his poofy antenna almost brushing the high ceiling. “Sorry for not standing earlier, Miss Wyntre,” The Majin movie-star said, crossing the room to offer a handshake. “I’m tired from ten hours on set and three arguing with,” He frowned down at his phone, still aglow in his palm. “with an annoying person.”
Vi-Poi couldn’t know for sure, but he guessed Ornion’s interest in the new arrival had piqued when the ex-empress hadn’t acknowledged him. Celebrities were funny like that. They’d run out the side door of a club and jump through the window of a speeding hovercar to avoid the mob of fans out front, but the minute someone failed to acknowledge their existence they were reaching for a spotlight.
Prolly why they get into showbiz in the first place, Poi’s ghost murmured sleepily. The parasitic poltergeist had been snoring through the cards.
“I know what you mean,” Vi-Poi agreed. “A lot changed since. The damage done by the Tree to your world, though, we were able to at least restore that. And the lives of those it ended.”
Ornion clapped a huge yellow hand on Vi-Poi’s shoulder. “Chess, huh. We’ve been playing games all night,” The massive Majin said. “Hey, I know -- let’s all go out clubbing instead. I know a great place in West Capitol with A-plus bottle service. My hoverlimo can rocket us there in half an hour.”
Vi-Poi plucked at his sweater. “Not really in going out gear.” He left the other part unsaid. And I don’t think Wyntre is the partying type. At least not at places that don't offer a billion different types of space cheese.
Ornion waved the objection off with his phone, which he was still stabbing at with conviction. “You’re the Premier,” He said distractedly. “You can dress however you want.”
He got the suspicion that his friend had ulterior motives, that whatever covergirl he was so frantically texting would miraculously be found at this very same club. He could easily find out by tapping his phone and running a trace, but friends didn’t do that sort of thing to each other.
Vi-Poi lifted his palms with a shrug. “Ever been out West?” He asked Wyntre. “Me and you can stay here if you’d rather, and talk about the burnt dessert. I’ve got a chessboard under my Baotendo games. Or we can all head out together and chat on the way,” He grinned. There wasn’t much doubt in his mind which one the former monarch would opt for, but he thought he’d go through the trouble of asking.
Wyntre Cold
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Mar 5, 2017 21:48:53 GMT
She was annoyed at this Majin fellow. He reminded her of Zexama. But, despite this, she put on a diplomatic face and gave the star just a little bit of attention, with unshaking eye contact and un-unshaking hands. Her grip was firm, her movements showed that she'd done this way too often. A flat second later and the handshake was over; who ended it didn't particularly matter. The idea of celebritydom on Arcose was a bit different that it was here. Most of the planet's concept of 'celebrity'-ness had come from Earth and Earth-influenced planets. Before that, sure, there were still what would be called 'celeb's, but they tended to be exuberant yet loyal elite soldiers that would have been disposed off way earlier if not for their profound usefulness. Still, Arcosian celebrities tended not to run away from their fans. What is the joy in life if one isn't allowed the occasional ego trip? "Yes, yes. But just because they're alive now doesn't mean that they were never dead. Just because life on Arcose had continued like it had for years— only now with an incompetent nobody on the throne— does not invalidate the existence of the invasion." She decided not to say it again, phrased differently. Vi-Poi was an intelligent entity, he knew what she was talking about. Besides, he probably knew exactly how she felt about it before she even came to the tower. There will billions of types of cheese worthy of being eaten by an empress— as well as untold trillions for the financially challenged— and the combined flavor and texture was always the best part about them. Not quite as important, yet still a defining factor, was the wide array of options. What is the point of eating cheese if you cannot choose? Otherwise, it's just quite silly. The restaurant with the burnt mousse had the specified amount of types of cheese. It was one of the few places on the planet with such an option, actually. Besides, Wyntre didn't go to parties. She went to balls. As a result, she definitely did not want to go 'clubbing', unless that was a localized playing cards term referring to the suit of clubs. Actually, no, not even then. She came here with only one game in mind. She smirked slightly at his words. "I mean no disrespect to your friend here, but I came to you to discuss politics and play chess, the fun stuff, not to 'dish out' 'sick' 'dance' 'moves'." Her tail acted out each apostrophe. "Make no mistake, the chemical makeup of burnt dessert isn't the only subject of which I plan to discuss. There's the changing role of the SSE and how Habana fits into things, with her presumed wariness of potential revenge at Retsu's hands. Then there's the place of the newly founded Mazoku Dominion. Then, most importantly, there is my role: Retsu is clearly a horrible leader, yet if I take over the fragile position, the Empire might crumble under another change in monarch. There's also the fact that multiple higher-up ups blame me for failing to defend against the invasion, despite me doing a better job than anyone else could have under the same circumstances and being dead before most of it happened. Ignorance is a weapon, Administrator, and it is everywhere." Upon learning of the location of the chess set, she would telekinetically retrieve and place the chess board between the two. If the Majin was still there, she hadn't noticed. She would give Vi the first move. "What shall we discuss first?" |
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Bing Gan
Administrator
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Post by Bing Gan on Mar 6, 2017 12:05:29 GMT
"HEY VI!"
-CRASH!-
The door to the room slammed open with immense force, as a stack of game boxes with legs that reached eight feet high waddled into the room. The boxes moved forwards slowly, before suddenly being placed directly on top of the chess board, presumably crushing it into bits. The owner of the box pile, the Serpent Master known as Bing Gan peeked out from behind it, waving enthusiastically at Vi-Poi.
"Hey bud! You'll never guess what I found! There was this guy with a truck-full of classic Hyper Capsule Box games! He was selling em' extra cheap, so I picked up the whole lot! I don't know how many of these you have, but I figure we could play through a bunch just to ease some of the tension from the whole Namekian villain stuff."
Though Bing thought he'd stumbled upon a treasure trove of video game classics, what he'd actually done was spend quite a bit on bootleg games. Every single game in the pile was a poorly-made imitation of a time-honored classic. Things like "Super Pink Martin Brothers" and "The Legend of Bad Luck" were two stand-out atrocities.
After a moment, Bing turned, noticing both Ornion and Wyntre. He'd met the Majin before, but the Arcosian was a new face. Judging by Wyntre's immense Ki, the Serpent Master surmised that she was less of a pal and more of an associate. He stretched his hand toward Wyntre, a bright smile on his face as he spoke. "Hey there. I don't think we've met before. My names Bing. What's yours?"
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Vi-Poi
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Premier of Earth
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 7, 2017 8:26:55 GMT
Ornion visibly deflated at Wyntre’s crisply-put rejections. No really. The air rushed out of his blowholes like a steam kettle and his muscly, gummy yellow body wrinkled until it looked like a sun-dried apricot. “I guess. You don’t. Want to. Come.” Ornion said, eyes downcast.
The crash of the doors knocked the words out of Vi-Poi’s mouth.
It was Bing, with an armload of video games. The combination would most often be a very welcoming sight, but it looked like he’d bought a truck full of Saiyatown bootlegs. The azure android barely suppressed a groan as he looked at the titles. “I dunno if my Baotendo will play those without some soldering,” He winced, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, trying to figure out how best to tell his friend that he’d been badly scammed by some slick Saiyan. And they weren’t even good bootlegs, not most of them. Super Pink Martin Brothers wasn’t only a notoriously terrible game, it was creepy too. Whatever claptrap programmer had slapped the game together had pasted cringy meme faces on top of the Majin Bros sprites in a sloppy attempt to avoid lawsuits. Vi-Poi had seen a lot of horrible creatures and nightmare monsters in his two years of fighting, but he’d never seen anything quite so unsettling as that.
“This is Wyntre Cold, the ex-empress,” Vi-Poi explained, avoiding the delicate part where she was put into retirement by Zucceta’s ki blasts. “She’s thinking of her options.” His blue eyes swerved up to the Arcosian. “I don’t think you should get back into politics, either. Arcose is a snake pit right now. And the Imperial Saiyans… they’re not the enemy, not any more. There’s a new alignment coming to the galaxy. You and I both know, I guess. The Mazoku Empire. A powerful Lord of the Namekian Demon Clan has taken their homeworld, and cut a foothold into changeling space. I think he eyes a bigger prize, though. I think he sees himself as a galactic king.”
Ornion said some brief hellos to Bing, who was somewhat of an acquaintance by now, and then shuffled off to the couch in defeat, glumly plucking at his phone.
Vi-Poi lifted a shoulder in a shrug and flipped open the small chest near the doors. Inside were stacks of Baotendo games, real Baotendo games. Underneath was the chessboard. “Three can't really play chess. Ever play Super Majin Bros? I’ve got four controllers.”
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Mar 7, 2017 11:11:36 GMT
Ornion did something. Wyntre ignored it. It was all going well, really, until— The intrusion came as a shock. Who was this person? Obviously, he was trusted enough to walk in and out of the house of the leader of earth, so he must have been important. He came in with boxes. Old, smelly, cheap. The box with legs waddled forwards, like a blind penguin. Wyntre moved slightly in her seat to get away from the intruder— he hadn't much respect, barging in like that— and his box of what could only assumed to be containers for dead rodents. Really, she wasn't too far off. Then, before Wyntre could see what he was doing and swoop in to save the day, the weight of the boxes was forced upon the poor, poor chess set. Internally, she had half the mind to slap this new person all the way to Vegeta and back, but she calmed herself. Well, she tried. Well, not much. The only sign of any of this internal turmoil was a strong forlorn look of mourning that she sent to where the board would have been. She calmed herself, this time with success. Damaging chess boards was paramount to book burning, after all, so her anger was justified. She inspected the intruder with a piercing eye, her face betraying no emotion. His face, his clothes, his hair. She couldn't tell it from his stance but he was a practitioner of a martial art very similar to her own, them both being serpent-based. A notable difference would be that her own took use of her tail… whether or not this was advantageous was a matter for debate. Then, after way too long, the big oaf found it upon himself to notice her existence. He smiled widely and outstretched his hand a bit too close to her for her liking. She put on a sensible smile on, shaking his hand in a formal, precise manner. Thankfully, Vi-Poi, almost as if sensing her mild discomfort at this new presence, introduced her himself. "It's a pleasure. You… you said your name was @bing, yes? I've been told a lot about you by a certain Majin, Zexama. You might have heard of her. She also believes that you're dead, so you might want to fix that at one point or another."She considered Vi's words. Their eyes locked, almost as if in mutual fascination. "Yes, I figured you'd say something like that. I feel no particular desire for revenge against the SSE, but rather just one lucky individual. The Mazoku Dominion is doomed, yet dangerous. The lack of action the Arcosian Empire has taken against it so far is worrying." Emphasis was placed on 'Arcosian' as a verbal nudge for Vi not to call it 'changeling space' again, you racist. "I was born to rule, you see. It was what I was raised to do. It was what I have done very well for a period of time. Watching Abzerute was… not the best, really, but he had a general idea as to what he was doing. Retsu… seeing what has become of Arcose's administration has become painful. I don't care for the throne anymore, as I'm sure you know. It is a heavy burden. But, as a practitioner of the serpent-style, I can handle a snake pit pretty well. Although, I understand your point: wait for the snakes to die first before jumping in." Metaphors. Ornion did a thing. Wyntre failed to notice. Vi's next words were enraging. 'Three can't really play chess'? Really? Wyntre was personally offended that the leader of earth wouldn't have a three-way chess board available. Vi's next words after that were as confusing as his last ones were infuriating. At first, she was wondering why Vi would mention having four controllers when there were very clearly only three of them. Then she remembered Ol' Ornion. "I've never heard of it before today. This better be a suitable intellectual alternative to chess…" |
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Post by Vi-Poi on Apr 14, 2017 4:08:56 GMT
Vi-Poi waved away Wyntre’s doubts with a wagging hand as he hurried to the console with the gray block that was Super Majin Bros. “You’re gonna love it,” He said, jamming the cartridge down into the slot. With a flip of a switch, the massive television in Vi-Poi’s cabinet hummed to life, and the Baotendo logo chimed into view.
After wading through a few studio splash screens and a flashing seizure warning, the main menu of Super Majin Bros cascaded into place, with the titular hero marching in from the left side of the screen on boing-ing feet. “That’s Purplio,” Vi-Poi explained, pointing at the plum-shaded cartoon Majin. “He’s a Satan City plumber, and on some levels you have to squeeze through all these sewer pipes dodging angry Poops and ogres and stuff.” A second Majin jumped up from the bottom, this one pink. “That’s Pinkiji. They’re twins.” The two brothers marched to either side of the New Game option.
Vi-Poi tossed Wyntre a controller. It seemed like Bing and Ornion were just content to watch.
Without seeing what the Arcosian monarch would do, Vi-Poi launched them into the story. The story was pretty thin, if Vi-Poi was honest. Purplio’s girlfriend had dumped him for a guy in a dinosaur-themed biker gang, which was kinda dumb, and Purplio tries to win her back (with Pinkiji’s help) by finding her missing earring she accidentally lost down the sink and into Sewer Land (the first stage).
You find out later that she was under a mind control spell by the biker gang leader, but that wasn’t until level ten.
“You ready?” Vi-Poi asked Wyntre Cold as the game kicked off, both the brothers falling down pipes into Sewer Land, having to quickly dodge angry-faced green clouds that were whirling at them from the right.
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Queen Habana
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
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Post by Queen Habana on May 2, 2017 7:28:33 GMT
Wyntre | WC: 2,669 | Zeni Gains: 2,802 | New Zeni: 2,802
Vi-Poi | WC: 1,692 | Zeni Gains: 2538 | New Zeni: 7,777 (JACKPOOOOOT)
Bing | WC: 264 | Zeni Gains: 376 | New Zeni: 19,436
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