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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 23:05:39 GMT
Icarus took a stronger footing keeping both hands together as he drew in more of a charge searching for that sensation of energy somewhere deep within as another strange person entered walking about and saying she was a empress? Vennel quickly questioning this. Things were already to confusing to throw in another variable like this. He hated the idea of having to recalculate all this in as he tried to make heads or tails of it all presently anyway. But Icarus would not give up his charge. He had faith in the woman when she called the right to fight the woman. Ready for battle quickly and starting a attack. Icarus would keep his eyes momentarily on the other. He had faith in his comrade to deal with her own opponent.
"Crazy people all over the place today... Never a dull moment I suppose." speaking calmly the energy getting a little bigger growing in small sections of inching power. The ball making a sound of energy swirling as it would pop up a little larger as more energy swirled within him. His ki reactors in his core were building up the power to aid in the shot he was preparing.
"Once was enough crazy and one crazy is enough for today... But I still will not stand for prior insults. I demand a apology! You you... weak limp tailed buffoon!" Making the comment of how her tail caused her to stumble. Nearly falling earlier from a light grip at the end. His dark eyes narrowing as he didn't wish to be weak. He didn't want to be some slave except when they were in need to keep it hidden when danger was around as in the city. He was no slave he was a free companion and by the kais he was gonna be treated as such. His blue gloved hands handling the ball delicately as its larger round sphere was perfect in shape and glowing a feint violet color. Maybe it was partly the old Tuffle soldier in him but some part of him actually felt a old inkling in the back of his head that said to fight. While the systems were readily trying to keep track of the battle data he may encounter.
[N1 Digit Blast: 66% charging]
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Post by Serori Satsumaimo on May 29, 2015 3:06:52 GMT
"Don't know who you are, don't care. This is getting out of hand, there are way too many of you aliens claiming shit that never happened these past few days. Vegeta has no Empress, so you can knock that shit right off. And you're going to be shutting up right about...Now."
This was for the most part the only reaction Serori got after her small speech. Given by the lighter haired Saiyaness, the other Saiyan, and odd alien, merely glanced at her, before continuing to have at each other. The lighter-haired Saiyaness' speech was followed by a hard whallop to Serori's head, she having teleported behind Serori.
Serori was staggered, though not as much in pain as surprise; after all, though the attack did hit, it struck on her left horn. Hissing through her teeth, she returned to a standing position, glaring daggers at Vennel. If the other two wanted to ignore her, she'd ignore them. For the time being, of course. After all, she was getting...hungry.
"Insolent Saiyan welch," She began, spitting into the ground. "How dare you call me an alien, when I am the same as you! Castrated from your own society by those you would bow before, I was forced to call another planet my home. It was THERE I became their ruler, not pitiful, weak Vegeta. You Saiyans who shunned me, sent me into exile, are all one and the same. But I'll show you. I've royal blood that flows through my veins, and a transformation to match all others!"
Serori knew that last line was untrue. Her Oozaru form was the same as any other Saiyans. And although she WAS royalty, she was the start of a line of heirs, no true royal blood. Her children, if she'd had any, would have been considered, but not herself. Serori just hoped that Vennel, the othe Saiyan, and Blue Raspberry over there didn't catch it. And so what if they did? They weren't long for this world anyway. She let a smirk show her sharp teeth, raising her hand to the sky. A volley of basic ki blasts hit the sky, scattering the clouds. A pale, white light beamed down upon the clearing.
"Now, pathetic worm, bask in the glory of a Royal Oozaru!" Again, a made up title, but as she tilted her head back, eyes closed, smiling wickedly, she felt it might as well be true.
Ah, yes, I can feel it! She thought to herself, right arm twitching. But as she waited, nothing happened. She opened her eyes, staring into the moon's raise. It...it should be working...why am I not transforming?? Her arms lowered a little, only a flash of fear showing in her body. Could it be...the experiments, ruined my tail? The shock would now give anyone willing a clear opening to attack.
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Post by Vennel on May 29, 2015 3:29:25 GMT
Was just as surprised as her quarry was, because even though she saw the woman's horns and would clearly not have aimed to strike them, she was so clumsy that she brought her axe kick down over the horn specifically, almost as if the cosmic forces of the universe had conspired to shift her on the astral plain so that she'd injure herself quite grievously. And since that is what happened, due to some sort of celestial glitch in the matrix, she let out a high pitched scream in pain. "OUCH! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. WHAT IS YOUR HEAD EVEN MADE OF?"But then, Vennel was even more confused, as the woman started to speak, claiming to be a Saiyan herself. Of all the things she said, all the things she did, the most confusing to her was that this Sermony, or whatever her name was, claimed to be a Saiyan? Outrageous, Icarus was as much a Saiyan as this woman was. "You sure do act like an alien. You compain, you whine, you bitch, you moan. You are anything but a Saiyan! You have wings, your hair is long and flat, and your mottled flesh is another thing altogether. So what if you have a tail? Many aliens do, filthy alien scum."Her words dripped of condescension in return to the boasts of the self proclaimed Saiyan.But as the over confident alien kept going on about how her "royal oozaru" form this, or that, something was changing in Vennel. Since the moon suddenly came out, she looked up toward it, her body spasming and convulsing, as she grew exponentially larger, and more powerful. Hair sprouting all over her body as she bulked up, her crimson eyes glared down at her guest. [Power level now 123'840] "Now look at me, and tremble at the sight of a true Saiyan!"Her large maw opened up, a glowing light peaking out from the back of her throat, before a large blast of ki shot out of it at Serori. [ [N1]"Attack names are dumb. used @ Serori Satsumaimo, 33% charge (Power Leve: 40'867)]
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Post by Radasha on May 29, 2015 4:29:58 GMT
Radasha turned back to the white haired alien. Apologize? Her? "Any apology I owe you is forfeit! No one touches my tail!" she snapped as she began to charge her attack again. Her attention was then drawn back to the strange woman as she was suddenly bathed in the light of the moon. Sure was bright. The elite glanced up. Wait a minute... "I wasn't aware....OH CRAP WHY DID I LOO-AAAAAHH!" she was cut off as the blutz waves from the moon began to interact with her body, triggering her transformation.
Radasha fell to her hands and knees, eyes wide, as she began to convulse. Her teeth began to sharpen and fur began to grow along her body, muscles and bone expanding and growing as she began to make the change to Oozaru. She cried out as her mouth elongated, now full of deadly sharp teeth. Her features wer now that off a monsterous beast as she grew in size, easily towering over the two remaining beings as Vennel also made the change.
She sat there for a moment, panting, before her head slowly raised. Fixing a crimson glare on Icarus, a low growl emanated from her, suddenly building into a deafening roar as she raised up and attempted to bring her hand down onto the blueish-grey alien in an attempt to squash him flat like a insect. Poor Icarus was probably reliving a nightmare made real.
[Radasha Oozaru form: PL: 48,770. Uncontrolled (no Techs usable for her ewe)]
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Post by Kaula on May 29, 2015 5:08:28 GMT
Alright. Mod stepping in because of something real quick. Serori. You could have dodged.. Or.. Blocked.. Or somethin'.. But not that. Alright? Really. That was a break of rule 4, godmodding.
To me, and to other staff, it was like you just went "LoL, she missed her attack somehow and only got my horn."
So.. .... ........ Yeah. Don't do that. Carry on.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2015 8:49:08 GMT
It was rather horrifying as Vennel was distracted and the woman suddenly an it seemed accidentally began the great change. But to him he wasn't sure what exactly was happening at first. She seemed in pain and surprised as she feel to her knees on the ground. Clearly something bad was happening. Icarus the doctor in him reacted. Dispersing the energy and canceling his attack. The woman wasn't attacking but in pain the moment of anger for words melted away quickly as he tried running to her side in a reactionary state. "Whats happening... Are you alright? Do you need medical attention?" However just a kind hand was to reach out he'd notice the growth. Slowly and strong as the body expanded. Fur grew fangs and the bestial face slowly taking shape. It was strange to watch it happen as he felt a shiver slip up his spine. He had never seen the change at the beginning. He'd tried to help her but hadn't realized what exactly it was that was wrong until it was too late.
He found himself looking up in a state of shock and awe. It was like seeing a memory come to life. The giant thing no longer the pretty woman he'd saw before. But giant death bringer ape. The way it roared and the stare of cold red eyes was shaking to the soul. He'd try to take off when he'd see the hand coming down feeling finger tips smack onto him as he did resulting in his rocket boot lift off to send him spinning and hurled right back into the ground. Hitting his back and moving slowly coughing lightly a bit of purple imitation blood coming out past his lips. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't take off or get out of the way fast enough for another one of those. He'd feel something lurching in his hut. A pain and worry and the tension as he may die growing in his mind. He still hadn't figured out what happened to his people. His home his past kin. He didn't know what to do and as painful as it was. He called out screaming having difficulty to rise. Worried he didn't have time to do that yet either. "HELP ME VENNEL!" He'd call out trying to stand but clearly shaken and a little bruised up from that tumble into the rocky floor of the wasteland. He didn't know if he'd be able to take another one. It was a body harmed and feeling broken and a heart pained for screaming out to a saiyan for aid.
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Post by Serori Satsumaimo on May 30, 2015 2:42:34 GMT
The Blutz rays were absorbed into Serori, and yet nothing happened. Vennel responded to her speech again.
"You sure do act like an alien. You complain, you whine, you bitch, you moan. You are anything but a Saiyan! You have wings, your hair is long and flat, and your mottled flesh is another thing altogether. So what if you have a tail? Many aliens do, filthy alien scum."
Wings? Serori checked over her shoulders, and noticed that in her anger, she must have produced her bright ki wings automatically. The knock to the head seemed to have jostled a few other things in her memory, as she recalled she had another transformation. One she'd used for an epic war, though between whom was still a fuzzy shade in her mind. However, on to more pressing matters, Vennel had angered the Saiyaness, Empress of Something once more. As Serori watched Vennel and the other woman begin their transformations, she felt only a slight tinge of fear. After all, if her new plan came to fruition, she ought to be able to squash the two like bugs. Now, another speech.
"Even now, as I stand before you," she began, the woman before her rippling with muscle. "You call me an alien, one of your very own. Do you not see? This is exactly what I was fighting against, against the Saiyan Solar Empire. And yet, nothing has changed. And so I show you, bow before the legendary, SUPER SAIYAN!!!" Focusing her ki energy, Serori drew everything she had inside of her, forcing its movement all through her veins. Her muscles bulged, her power increased...but only marginally.
[Power Level now a measly 16,044]
"What the..." She looked at herself, at her hair, and realised only now how foolish she must have looked. For while she had attained some higher form, this was most definitely not the super saiyan, nor even false. This was...pathetic.
Her eyes, now showing true fear for what it was, followed upwards as Vennel completed her transformation.
"Now look at me, and tremble at the sight of a true Saiyan!"
"Oh, shit."
Serori was hit with the full extent of the Oozaru's attack. Pushed solidly against the ground over a long distance, when friction finally slowed her down enough, she tumbled, catching her front and sides as well. She pushed herself weakly to her knees, looking up.
The attack had done more than injure her skin, it had injured her too. Vennel kept calling Serori an alien, and at this point, she was nearly willing to believe that. She couldn't transform into a great ape, she couldn't transform into the golden haired warrior of her people's legend. All she'd succeeded in doing was causing two proper Sayains to go great ape, and now she would likely die.
See? This is what happens when you get full of yourself.
The voice in her head was back, and that just furthered the Saiyaness' frustration.
"Shut up, shut up shut up SHUT UUUUUUP!!" She screamed to the sky, standing up again, dissipating her golden wings. She didn't know any of her old techniques, nor did she have access to her sword. What she did know, was a Saiyan's weakness, being one herself. But...if Vennel had spoken to her, and deliberately aimed at her....
"DAMN IT!" Nothing was going right. Flushed red with hatred, she rushed Vennel, hoping to maybe be able to strike her leg.
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Post by Vennel on May 30, 2015 21:51:13 GMT
The over confident woman continued speaking during Vennel's transformation. The words were understood, naturally, as the great oozaru transformation no longer robbed her of her senses. But still, she paid little attention to her. After all, the moon's light cast a powerful spell over even a well traines Saiyan. The surge of power was enough to make lesser beings quake with fear, and in this case, Vennel was looking forward to seeing just how she reacted. The woman even had the gal to proclaim herself a "Super Saiyan." But unlike most Saiyans, Vennel mostly chalked it up to just legend, and especially if this woman thought she could be one, she must have some serious delusions. After all, her body was not transforming into the great ape, and as the legend told, it was a form of a golden furred Oozaru. Her first attack flew from her gaping jaws as it tore through the air between them. It struck the woman dead on. She was sent flying back before her ki wave dissipated and she tumbled back along the ground. And looking at her, she seemed to be doing rather poorly. The look of fear, confusion, desperation, all of it Vennel could see as her adversary tried to get a grip of herself, pulling herself back to her feet. When she shouted, repeating the same command out loud, Vennel mistook it as being directed at her, and simply laughed. "I never get used to that reaction. You aliens all talk a big game, but when faced with a true Saiyan, you're quick to grow desperate."But her attention was distracted for a moment, as she heard an uncontrolled roar come from Radasha. Damn it! She was an elite, wasn't she? How was it she was sent into a blind frenzy when transformed. Icarus wouldn't last long and he was just about to cook her food, she wasn't about to let him get harmed seriously. Not this far away from medical care in Cacumber city and with the way they could not go there themselves. But again her attention was diverted, as the "legendary super saiyan" charged at her, coming to attack her leg. "You're not down yet? Pesky insect!"Her leg, as it was struck, felt little pain, the difference in their power levels was far too great. She lifted the leg up, and quickly moved to bring it crashing down into the ground, before turning to Radasha, her mouth lighting up once again to fire a large blast of ki, this time at the much larger target. [[N1]"Attack names are dumb. used @ Radasha, 33% charge (Power Leve: 40'867)]
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Post by Radasha on May 30, 2015 22:19:49 GMT
Radasha had raised her hand again, letting out another roar....when something caught her attention to her side. Something bright. What was it? She turned just in time to be hit by a blast that was as strong as she was just about. The currently mindless monkey beast was sent away from Icarus, falling to the ground with a thunderous crash, causing the ground to crack and uproot around her. Her right side hurt. A chunk of her armor had been blasted away and her arm and part of her side were burned from the blast. Needless to say Radasha was not a happy monkey.
Climbing to her feet, she roared at the only thing she saw big and bad enough to do that to her. Vennel. Clambering towards the other Oozaru on all fours, she really was like a monkey at the moment. Feral. Angry. She raised up onto her legs as she neared Vennel and attempted to grapple the younger Saiyan, attempting to throw her to the ground so she could begin pummeling her. Given the difference in power however, the attempt had a very small chance of succeeding. Of course Radasha was currently too simple minded at the moment to understand the other monkey might be stronger than her considering what her blast did. All she knew is that the other Oozaru hurt her so she must hurt them back!.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2015 22:57:13 GMT
It was a terrifying spectacle to see as one Oozaru clashed with another and Vennel actually came through and saved him. Unsure how to feel seeing Oozaru clash with one another rather then fighting as one to destroy together. This didn't make any sense with what he faintly remembered. An even more so the strange guilt in his gut of feeling.. grateful to her. A saiyan and feeling grateful to one. She could have just let him be squashed and though nothing of it. Sweat dripped from his brow as a light fear and confusion with power and curiosity burned in him like the brightness of a wild fire. Maybe this was part of the reason he was here.
Maybe the problem was looking at them as a whole. To not become like what he thought they were but instead see them as individuals. To see their culture and unlike them not see the whole before him as something to destroy or one together whole of destruction. To uncover what happened to his people but also see how these.. Apes.... Saiyans. Had grown since it was already clear somehow it had at least been somewhat a few years. He had never abandoned the cities to private safe houses. Or abandoned his work and fellow Tuffles so to consider doing it now was a moot idea. As much as it confused him he couldn't abandon a comrade. The thought a mixture of confusion guilt and pride all swelling together in a plethora of swelling emotion. Even if he wasn't strong as them or a grand warrior he could do something. He may have been a doctor and a scientist... but he was a soldier too.
The energy and worry of death and his damage was enough to trigger a few of the back up protocol systems. His body began powering up in energy and strength as he'd ignite his boots leaving torched marks on the ground as he'd fly by Vennel getting between Sesori and She. Leaving the Oozaru to their battle as he had no way to contend with that. But he could at least keep it from being a unfair battle. His hands smacked together as he stared down the creature and would yell out in a commanding tone. As one talked to a lesser soldier while standing above as a commanding officer. "I am Icarus... Scientist and Once a Officer of the 72nd Tuffle army in the last city hold outs. I command you stop this assault and be gone from here! Calm yourself and leave appropriately or by my will I will be forced to attack. You have one warning..." His hands forming the energy ball in his palms. The power rushing his body felt like a drug he mistook for adrenaline rousing him. Was this the smart thing to do? Maybe that didn't matter. Maybe you just had to do what you felt sometimes. Planning was only gonna get him so far and with all else was confusing he couldn't afford to as well loose sight of who he was.
[PL 5,856 Overdrive Activated PL 17,568 - Digit Blast [N1] Charging 33%]
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Post by Serori Satsumaimo on Jun 3, 2015 3:22:30 GMT
((Sorry for short post, don't have a pc again))
All around Serori was carnage and rampage, anger and fear. She herself felt the latter two welling up inside of her, each pushing forth to burst out at once. However, her emotions were somewhat dampened when excruciating pain shot through her legs.
"AAAAAGGGGHHH!!" Serori screamed, legs crushed beneath the weight and strength of a single Oozaru foot. Weakly, she pushed upwards with her elbows, but was unable to bend her torso. Her legs hurt with such an awful pain.
A flash of light, the smell of burning flesh. Serori squeezed her eyes shut, gritting her teeth, willing herself to fight through it, and hoping beyond all hope that it wasn't her flesh and hair burning. She glanced up, to see the other monkey running at Vennel. This is it, she thought to herself. This is my chance to escape. Grunting in pain. hoping the other Saiyan could distract her assailant, she flopped onto her belly. Wiggling, Serori slowly edged from battle.
So this is what I've become. Belly up, trying to wiggle my way to freedom. Can't hardly move my legs. Can't hold my own. Can't transform. I'm a weakling, a coward. What happened?
Since she was moving slowly, and thrashing around for movement, she could easily catch someone's attention, and would not be hard to get a hold of.
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Post by Vennel on Jun 3, 2015 18:50:01 GMT
She'd just had a string of luck, and what good timing as well. Her attack directed at Radasha colided with it's mark, however, had seriously angered the oozaru. Meanwhile, her delaying tactic designed to keep Segorni, or whatever her name was, at bay, worked. Her large booted foot came crashing down, crushing the self-proclaimed Saiyan Empress' legs. But thankfully, Icarus was spared Radasha's attack. He instead, went after the opponent who was closer to his power level.
She was planning to listen in on him, but she had to get Radasha under control, or else she was going to cause too much damage, uncontrolled as she was. In fact, seeing the little guy actually not just run away from the fight, or plead and beg and surrender, as he had against her, sort of made her respect him a bit more. Perhaps he was not so useless. And in fact, distracted as Vennel was, she half expected him to take this opportunity to just split and run. But she may yet get a chance to sample this cooking he sure liked to hype up. But there was no time for that, she had a charging behemoth coming her way and precious little time to react.
"Calm. DOWN!"
She roared, as she simply waited, seeing as Radasha came to her. As she approached, she rose up and tried to grapple with her. The two locked in a struggle, with arms latched onto eachother's shoulders, fighting for control of a throw. Given how Vennel was firmly planted, she tried to lean back and Suplex her opponent behind her, away from the two unenlarged fighters. However, Radasha could still have something up her sleeve, so naturally, Vennel was hoping to be ready for whatever happened.
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Post by Radasha on Jun 3, 2015 19:27:29 GMT
Radasha was successfully slammed into the ground, rolling onto her back and attempting to roll over so she could stand. The feral Oozaru was shaking her head, snarling and growling as thin trails of red began to run down her face. Backing off a bit, Radasha let out a roar at Vennel, slamming a massive fist against her armored chest, then slamming both fists down onto the ground repeatedly as she continued roaring at the more controlled Oozaru. It seems she was not a happy camper. The raging Oozaru then approached, digging her fingers into the ground, then fling up debris and dirt up at Vennel while letting out a bellow.
Seemed to be Radasha's attempt at intimidation...what her currently beast-like mind thought of it anyway, fur bristling and lips parted to show the rows of deadly teeth. Suddenly though, she seemed to back down, stepping away while growling lowly. Maybe she was calming down. Maybe conceding Vennel was the stronger one.....Or maybe, even as feral as she was at the moment, she still had some cleverness. Without warning, the Oozaru suddenly crouched low and then sprang up at Vennel, hands outstretched and teeth aimed at her throat.
What Radasha was doing wasn't usually what Oozarus did....but then again, Oozarus usually never fought among themselves. They were more accustomed to taking on enemies smaller than themselves.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2015 19:44:06 GMT
The creatures was writhing around and didn't seem to happy about the circumstances of its recent run in with the Oozaru. Icarus would snort lightly a little off set by this thing of pride that had so quickly been torn down. Perhaps it'd be worth inspect later on at a later date as for now he had little to no time to be worrying of capturing the creature. Vennel had plans soon and such a take on to responsibility would only be a hindrance even if he desired greatly to inspect closer at this strange run in. He'd decide to ensure this didn't creep up on them again at least not today. Keeping his hands focused and trying to flash closer to her getting up with a more direct range with as fast as he could go. His hands retaining a decent charge as he did.
He'd pause if he could get close enough a few feet away. A black stare in those deep dark eyes the Tuffle had. "Please consider this next to you attempt to consider yourself above others so brainlessly." He'd say as he'd let the charge rest in a single palm as he'd stand up directly straight firing the blast forward towards her trying to drown her in intense energy in his blast. He wanted to hopefully put her out of commission and knock her out or possibly blast her off into the distance. Thinking it wasn't nearly enough to do permanent damage to a warrior of her pride. But for now it at least it would he hoped work to silence on threat so he could commence in possibly aiding his friend with the Oozaru at hand as well.
He'd keep his eye on what would happen to see if this fared well before turning his sights to the other two. He had to be sure before he'd change goals keeping his attention directly upon the one he was presently facing.
[PL 5,856 Overdrive Activated PL 17,568 - Digit Blast [N1] Charged 66% Attack pl 11,595]
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Post by Serori Satsumaimo on Jun 6, 2015 18:59:23 GMT
All her thrashing had attracted Icarus's attention. While the two giant monkey's fought each other, Icarus inched slowly towards her, power gathering in his hand. Serori pushed herself up with her hands, baring her new fangs, and growling. His eyes black, he stared at the Saiyaness, raising his hand, palm forward fingers up.
"Please consider this next time you attempt to consider yourself above others so brainlessly."
As his blast releashed, Serori began a retort.
"Fuc-"
She was cut off, her whole body engulfed in hot ki energy. Her skin burned, clothing tearing. Her vision blacked, body going limp, the energy that hit her almost as strong as herself. As she lost consciousness, she descended into her normal form.
Serori's body lay, twitching slightly, no longer able to react.
[PL 4011, unconscious. Feel free to throw her body around, etc. If I need to respond, someone please PM me. Sorry for late response, IRL stuff, first time not asleep for longer than an hour in a while.]
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