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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2015 4:23:20 GMT
It was a normal day for the saiyan, he was training like usual. No one on the rock so far stood a match for him. They were either too weak, or too powerful and simply ignored Shade’s desire to get stronger. Shade, gritted his teeth while forming black ki around his hands. Breathing deeply, before shouting he would punch rapidly in front of him unleashing the ki in globs of energy and power. He was angry, extremely so. He could not find a good fight on the planet, maybe, just maybe he should go to Earth and find someone worth his time and energy to fight or train against.
Continuing to launch the globs of energy at his targets which were clay disks that were being launched rapidly into the air from a device. After a bit, Shade would stop and look at his hands. It seemed like he was losing some of his control over Ki for some reason or another. Coughing on the back of his hand, he would see a small glob of blood on it. ‘What? Why? When did my body suffer this much damage?’ The warrior was confused, it seemed like his body was failing on him. After training he would simply have to visit a medical professional to determine the nature of his ailment. "Maybe I should visit my sister and niece on Earth," he sighed at his now apparent failing health.
Turning around, Shade would walk to a bench to get a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow. Sitting on the bench, Shade would look at the sky while waiting for anyone or anything to bother him. The invitation to his challenge was still open to anyone that wished to face him in a fight. Power Level: 20,000| Serori Satsumaimo Lord Xylo |Don't worry about the blood thing, just flushing out something I had intended for Shade from the start.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Oct 26, 2015 9:49:59 GMT
[Thread PL: 37,157 | Heavy Weights Equipped! Current Weighted PL: 9,289]
Today was certainly a most interesting one. It had been over a month since Xylo had begun recruiting for his uprising, and his numbers were certainly growing. While the main force of the army were going to be Saiyans, there were warriors from many other races he'd convinced as well: Kabochan's, Ikondan's, and a pair of Ryashi mercenaries just to name a few. The Namekian Leader walked briskly through the streets of the Radittsu District, moving towards a familiar location to meet with a trusted informant who apparently had some very interesting information.
Xylo's eyes took in the sight of a seedy bar, one he'd visited many times in the past month. He entered through the front door, getting a glance or two from non-regulars, but little else in the way of greetings. The towering Namekian would search the bar for a few moments before locating his target: A man with a hood covering his face, drinking alone in the corner of the bar.
Xylo slid into the chair opposite the man, speaking softly so only the stranger could hear. "This better be good, Rotim." The man responds with a chuckle, smiling widely as he pulls down his cloak, revealing his human-like face. "I found one, boss."
"Found what?"
"One of... The Tail-Less."
Xylo's eyes widen for a moment, but skepticism soon washes over the Namekian, removing his surprise entirely. "Where did you see him, Rotim? It's doubtful a member of this long-exiled clan would just wander around the Bazaar." Rotim shakes his head, pointing to the east side of the room as he continues. "No, Xylo! he was over that way, at the training grounds! I think he might be here to prove his strength or something like that. He's a beast of a man; even taller than you are."
The Namekian scoffed, standing up quickly as he moved towards the exit. "I don't know why I have any faith in you, Rotim... But I suppose I'll check this 'beast of a man' out." He pushed the doors open, letting a bit of light into the dim bar before closing it once more.
"What a fool that man is. This Saiyan better be worth my time, otherwise I'll have to kill him."
Xylo arrived in the training grounds relatively quickly. He stepped into the wide area, noting that few warriors were here today. The ones that were here didn't seem of much interest, save for a single warrior. He was a tall brute, easily towering over Xylo by at least a few inches. What was more interesting however was his lack of a tail. It seemed Rotim was at least correct in some form, which pleased Xylo. He watched as the tower of a man began tossing Ki orbs into the sky, aiming to hit target after target thrown by some strange contraption. Eventually the large Saiyan stopped his training, taking a rest on a nearby bench.
The Namekian took this break in Shade's training as a chance to interact with the tail-less warrior. He moved in slowly, addressing the warrior from afar. "Greetings, Warrior. I must say, your power is quite impressive. How did you get so strong?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2015 11:36:04 GMT
The Radittsu District. Gods, he hated it here. He had been favoured by destiny to be born into a middle class family, and as such he had never had to endure the conditions in the slums provided for the low class warriors. Yet now that he had nothing attached to his name and no reason to reaffirm his status with the rulers of Vegeta, the only place he could stay that wouldn't raise any questions about status and the like was here. The necessity of the decision didn't change his mind from grouching about the poor lodgings he was staying in. The brown walls and rough bed reminded him too much of the troop barracks he had stayed in during his time as a soldier. The memories weren't unpleasant, but they marked an entirely different person's life, and it was a life he was much better off erasing all traces of. The idea that he had somehow come full circle in his life left a bitter taste in his mouth, and added further layers to the scowl he kept to prevent any of the trashy excuses for Saiyans from speaking to him. The only woman who even approached halfway attractiveness was the innkeeper's daughter, but Taro would rather keep her at arms length. Staying with these low classes was already a mark on his family's honour, he would not compound that by sleeping with a low class wench.
The pent up frustration that was building because of all the things weighing on his mind didn't even have an outlet. It was loathsome to admit, but he was too strong for the locals to really challenge him. There was no sin in that, what disgusted him was how none of them tried to reach his level in order to prove themselves. The vermin would slink off like rats after losing a few pints of blood and stay cowering until they brought more of their friends. As if that would phase him! He had taken on hordes of aliens and come out with new trophies; a few dozen low class idiots were nothing to him.
If there were something else he could do to relieve his tension, he hadn't found it. His desire to meet with the so-called Super Saiyan queen remained a firm cornerstone of his plans for the future, but such a thing could not be rushed. He wanted to be stronger before he presented himself in front of majesty. He was not sure how much stronger, but surely more than double his current strength. To go before someone hailed as the saviour of the Saiyan race with only the scraps of power he'd claimed through being mildly pushed during his time as a pirate would not be fitting for the meeting he had in mind.
The pirate had but one goal in mind for when he met his queen - or any Super Saiyan really- and that was to fight them. He was under no illusions about his chances of victory; to challenge a Super Saiyan was to court death. But just to see the legend in action! His pulse raced at the thought.
Lying on the bed staring at the ceiling was as far removed from that dream of combat as Vegeta was from Salvation. The tanned warrior was lost in daydreams and idle thoughts, though the sudden beeping of his scouter came as a pleasant interruption from that dull exercise.
"Probably just another damn recruitment message...I'm a pirate not a bodyguard!" Taro yelled, his left hand only reaching for his scouter out of habit. Better to hear whatever it was than listen to the beeps for another 30 seconds.
'A challenge to fight? Power level of 20 000?' Taro thought, sitting up as he contemplated the information he had just received. It was good to know that there remained some proud warriors among their kind who were not scared of taking on any and all challengers. Taro would count himself among the same, but he could not help but hesitate. His own strength was a long way from 20k, and if he fought he would need a miracle to win.
'But what Saiyan would I be if I turned down a fight?' Looking around the slums and seeing the many low classes walking around gave him the answer to that very question. Within moments he was up and in his full set of armour, flying away for the battle.
-WoD-
"You must be the one who sent that message."
Taro landed with a smirk, somewhat glad to see that the message hadn't been exaggerating anything. His power level really was 20 000. He must have been an elite, and Taro knew well how his typical encounter with those people tended to go.
"Nice beard. I hope you don't have too much trouble washing your blood out of it later."
Just because he was the weaker one here, didn't mean he had to speak like it. The pirate liked to say that his one rule was always act like you had the upper hand. It worked wonders in building confidence for bad situations, and was fun to do when someone expected you to run in fear. And really, it was more a Saiyan philosophy than his own personal rule, but he liked to think that he had elevated it to a whole new form.
In his fixation to battle, he had ignored one other factor. He wouldn't even have seen it had his scouter not updated its HUD to reflect one other high power level in the area. Taro broke his battle ready pose out of puzzlement that someone else was there. The green man who was talking to his target was still moving towards him, so Taro was unsure which one had gotten there first. Not that it mattered. If the green man wanted to fight, he was welcome to.
'I actually like my odds more with him. His power level is just over 9000. Still higher than mine, but at least its doable.'
Taro's perplexed thoughts evolved into action as he assumed his cocky mien once more before speaking.
"I'll have to ask you to stay out of this green bean, I'm here to answer a challenge and I don't plan on having any distractions in the way."
Purple spheres bloomed into existence in Taro's hands to signal that he was ready for battle right then.
-Arrived -Answered Shade's challenge -Told Xylo to get lost -Charged attack
PL: 6 376 KP: 2/3
[Crisis Shot: 33% charge- 2 104]
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Post by Pin on Oct 27, 2015 14:09:14 GMT
Pin had been sitting across the training grounds from the huge Saiyan warrior, calibrating his blaster pistol and waiting for the skeet shooting machine to be free. A little target practice was always a good idea, just to make sure his targeting systems and his pistol were in peak condition - the last thing Pin wanted was to miss a shot in the heat of a battle because his hardware was in poor condition. That would just be unprofessional.
He hadn’t paid Shade much mind. He’d seemed frustrated, but Saiyans were the frustrated type. He’d taken note of Shade’s power level - way higher than Pin’s, but that wasn’t entirely unheard of on this planet. Pin had managed to go unnoticed, of course. That was one of the benefits of being an Android on a planet of hotheaded, hair trigger warrior types - when you just wanted to be left alone, you were typically left alone because they either didn’t notice you at all or mistook you for a horrendously weak diaper baby who isn’t worth their time. Pin liked that just fine, it gave him an edge when the chips were down.
Pin had been content to just let Shade work his aggression out, maybe take a few laps around the training grounds while running an internal diagnostic, just an easy day off. That, however, was one of those “best laid plans” Granzel was always talking about. Shortly after Shade took a seat on a nearby bench, a tall green alien showed up. He was nearly as tall as the enormous warrior Saiyan, and spoke to him freely, like it was no big deal. Pin’s curiosity was piqued. He got up from his own seat and moved to a closer spot, hoping to listen in on their conversation.
Almost as soon as he’d sat down again, a challenger appeared! No, seriously, a literal challenger appeared. Another Saiyan, all but frothing at the mouth with excitement, landed in the training area. This new Saiyan wasted no time spitting game at the larger Saiyan, completely ignoring the green man who’d gotten there first. Rude. This Saiyan was - surprise surprise - looking for a fight. Pin shook his head. This new guy was closer to Pin’s level than he was to the giant’s. He was about to get completely flattened, Pin was sure of it.
When the new Saiyan turned to the green man and started charging up some sort of energy attack, Pin sighed. He was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, that maybe the big warrior would lead this upstart Saiyan pup away where they could fight without breaking anything, but that was of course too much to expect. It really sucked, because any damage to this place was unlikely to get repaired anytime soon - this was the Radditsu district after all. Pin closed up his blaster and primed it, ready to jump into the fray should things get out of hand. Really, though, he just hoped that they didn’t break the skeet shooting machine. He really liked that machine.
[Thread PL 5,187, Heavy weights on, current weighted pl 1,296]
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Serori Satsumaimo
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Post by Serori Satsumaimo on Oct 28, 2015 2:08:50 GMT
Hey, I just had an idea.
Serori stared wistfully at the sky, wishing that she could be like the clouds, carefree and floating aimlessly. Instead, she sat up, to listen to what she had to say to herself.
There used to be a Saiyan in the capital, lived in the Radittsu district. He was a whiz with electronics, even bio-electronics. When I knew him, he'd said that the craft had been passed down in his family for generations, close to 500 years. If we're lucky, one of his kin is still there, practicing the trade.
The Saiyaness sighed. She wasn't too partial to going into society, being around other people. She liked it fine here in the wilderness. There wasn't set rules on how to behave, other people to react to her, and most importantly, she didn't have to talk.
He could probably fix the armor. Although, it might just be only parts of the armor...its still worth a try.
The afore-mentioned armor was on the ground to Serori's right, under-armor folded neatly below the boots. It glinted dirtily in the light, its normal white now a slight brown-yellow. The woman picked up the helmet, holding it in front of her face. Eerily, it seemd to stare back.
The armor is a bit heavy to take all the way to the capital. If you just took the helmet, if we can find someone, they ought to be able to tell how much they could fix. At the very least, get a new scouter installed, and fix up some of the more important electronics in the helmet.
Serori continued to stare at it. It was hers, no doubt about that after she'd put it on the first time. It fit her body so perfectly, the only person else who'd be able to fit would be a clone. But it didn't feel like hers. She didn't have any sort of connection with it, no proper memories. She rubbed a scar on her head, brushing against one of her horns as well. Her blank face turned into a frown, remembering that she was not just emotionally changed, but physically too. So how had the armor fit? Both her arm and head were now larger than they must have been before, and still the armor felt snug, but not tight.
Hmm..that's actually a really good point. I know that it had some sort of...expansion system? Like a living liquid gel, that ran off of a bodies natural electricity...or something. Honestly, I have no idea. I'm no scientist.
Sighing once more, Serori stood up, returning the armor to its usual hidden place, and began her journey to Cacumber Capital. She'd been around on the planet to know the general direction, landmarks and such, but it would still take some time. She had to make camp about five hours away. By the time she arrived, it was around afternoon.
She walked the streets, helmet in hand, a long raggy cloth covering her right arm. Before she could find the man whom she was looking for, she found something of even greater interest to herself: a training ground. Already it had many Saiyans inside, training to become "the greatest warrior they can". This about Saiyans aggravated Serori, as she'd never seen the draw to fighting for the sheer hell of fighting. But what really drew her eye were three people. One, a Saiyan, obscenely tall, looking quite strong. The second, an android, trying to look inconspicuous, clearly not wanting to get involved with anyone. The third, a being almost as tall as the Saiyan, green, and looking about as well muscled.
A second Saiyan had flown down as well, confronting the larger two of the crowd. Other Saiyans gave them sideways glances, but simply returned to their training. Serori was too far away to hear what anybody was saying, but understood what was happening when the smaller Saiyan took up a stance. Purple ki charged around his hands as he faced down the taller of the Saiyans. Intrigued, Serori stepped onto the grounds. She placed her helmet by the edges, choosing to stand next to it. She would stay out of the fray herself if she could help it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2015 2:24:56 GMT
Shade continued to think about what the blood was about. Maybe it was a reaction to him leaving Arcose after so long, or maybe a old injury that never healed properly. Standing he would sense someone coming towards him, it didn’t feel like a Saiyan or any races loyal to the empire. Turning around to meet the intruder, he would find a Namekian. ‘A Namekian… Thought they were all wiped out due to that crazy bastard of a android. Appears like I was wrong,’ he thought while sipping water from the water bottle he had brought. Stomach rumbling, Shade knew he was hungry after working out.
But he supposed food could wait a while, while he listened to the alien. “The name’s Shade, mate. What do ya want” I’m busy, unless ya wanna buy me lunch,” Shade grinned slightly while saying that. It wasn’t a grin of good nature, it was a grin that someone would give their prey should they were to corner it and was a sure kill. Sensing another person approaching this time by air, while his scouter reading an android in the area.
Listening to the new arrival’s acceptance of the challenge that Shade issued a few days prior to every single saiyan on Vegeta, he grinned. It seemed like at least one of them had the guts to fight the Saiyan. ‘Too bad I won’t get much out of this fight unless he and someone else or other people were to team up against me,’ he would think before looking at the Namekian, the Android, and the woman that arrived outside the training ground.
Grinning as if he had an idea, it would be perfect. If all of them were to gang up on him he’d have a hell of a time fighting them and would probably gain a lot of strength. “Challenge accepted, but you must convince the Namekian, the Android, and the woman out there, to join you while you fight me. I will lose the fight, but it will be challenging on my end, which is why I sent out the challenge in the first place. Unless you seriously think you can handle me without me handicapping myself to your level. Namekian, I will hear you out while we fight. Not before. Like I said I'm busy,” he would grin deviously while saying it. It was a perfect plan, and if the Namekian had an offer for Shade well…. Shade had pointed out the people he was talking about. He would just have to prove himself worthy of Shade’s aid. If not, then Shade would simply say no and walk away. Challenged everyone in this thread to a fight|Serori please post your PL in your next post for both grading purposes, and in case you gain power level outside of this thread
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Post by Lord Xylo on Nov 7, 2015 5:33:48 GMT
(Apologies for the wait!)
Xylo was a bit surprised by Shade's odd accent. It wasn't a common thing for a Saiyan to have; perhaps he really was from this Tail-Less clan after all. The Namekian bowed to Shade, introducing himself politely. "The name's Xylo. A pleasure to meet you, Shade. I was hoping we--" Before he could finish, he was interrupted by a new arrival. Another Saiyan arrived, this one much weaker, and sporting the usual tail. The new Saiyan was incredibly cocky, despite his lower Power Level.
"Watch your mouth, Ape. You're not speaking to any average 'green-bean'! I'll take you down without breaking a sweat, so maybe you should be the one stepping aside."
Two other warriors entered the training grounds just as Taro began charging up an orb of purple energy. Shade responded by issuing a request to Taro, which made Xylo chuckle. "I'm fighting solo, and that's that. The only thing you could do to convince me otherwise is to beat me into helping you... And there's not a single universe where that's happening."
(not much for me to do here really, sorry!) [KP 3/3]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2015 19:19:12 GMT
[OOC: RL comes first, we all understand]
Taro grinned as he heard Shade's acceptance of his challenge, though he was actually thankful that things had been given a chance to get help. Putting on a show of bravado was something that couldn't be avoided if one wanted to be taken seriously with these elites, he had found, but it often shot any chances of being able to win in the foot. Enthusiasm was good and all, but it couldn't exactly close the gap between their power levels.
"I guess you're not the typical elite! You actually appreciate a good challenge." Taro complimented the larger Saiyan before sending his gaze roaming over the area. He had spotted the Namekian of course, he had even insulted it (an act he now regretted since it had turned into a numbers game) but where were the woman and Android? What did the woman think she was doing anyway? Were she a Saiyan with knowledge of what her bloodline meant, no doubt she would have already thrown herself into the fray and taken on the challenge without hesitation as Taro had. "I didn't come here to beat you by the way, I came here for a good battle."
When his scouter picked up two decently high power levels nearby, he decided to just send out a short range broadcast in case the ones he were looking for weren't them. Hell, maybe he'd pick up more help.
"Woman, machine, in case you didn't hear it you've all been challenged to a fight along with me. Join in if you've any semblance of honor. Working together I'm sure we can beat..." Taro trailed off as he quizzically looked at the bearded Saiyan. He was sure that he had heard his name before, he'd said it to the Namekian, hadn't he? "...Shade. And if you don't care about that stuff, well it'll be a pretty fun fight, I guarantee it."
Taro ended his broadcast and kept charging his attack, keeping his eyes on the obvious threat rather than allowing Xylo's words to detract from his attention. The Namekian was strong, but not overwhelming so, and Taro wasn't going to waste effort on a non-factor when a much better challenge was right in front of him.
"Not average? Aside from that fin, you're exactly like every other Namekian I've seen. Although the arrogance is a nice change from how docile your people usually are!" Taro chuckled, taking time off of staring down Shade to smirk at Xylo. "How did you get that fin anyway? If you people weren't asexual I'd suspect some interbreeding."
That did it for the Namekian. Now he just had to wait for his possible partners in this fight to either show up or leave him hanging. He'd have liked not to have to rely on the kindness of strangers (on Vegeta!) to be able to have a fair fight, but he'd be damned if his exile hadn't taught him a few things about working with others. Usually those others were the weak ones he had to supervise or they'd mess things up, but still. If teamwork was his chance of getting a thrilling fight, then to teamwork he'd commit.
It was better than the alternative. If Shade had just dismissed his challenge he would have been in really bad waters. Given the cold shoulder, there was nothing he could do about that slight on his pride but attack. Even at the expense of strategy, his pride demanded such recompense for insults. And then the humiliation of defeat would follow. To have a challenge go unanswered like that and he swatted like a fly, truly there was no worse fate for a warrior. If he was in condition to do it afterward, he'd thank Shade for being decent enough in honoring his challenge like a Saiyan when the battle was over.
-WoD-
-Still charging attack -Thanked Shade for accepting -Asked Serori and Pin for help -Spoke a few words to Xylo
KP: 2/3 Crisis shot: 4 208
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Post by Pin on Nov 9, 2015 23:31:17 GMT
This...was not how Pin had thought this situation would go. He’d envisioned the challenger to launch his attack blindly, that attack to get deflected, absorbed, or otherwise fully tanked by the Saiyan apparently named Shade, and then for Shade to steamroll the braggart utterly. Afterwards the custodial staff would have a lot of work to do and maybe there would be beers and cake. Party hats, maybe. Just a good time all around.
Instead, Shade demanded that this pup of a Saiyan recruit some help in the form of the green alien (a Namekian, apparently - Pin had never seen one up close like this), a Saiyan woman who’d just stumbled into the training area, and worst of all Pin himself. Pin looked around, he was the weakest fighter in this ring. He could probably take the challenger Saiyan one-on-one if he fought smart enough and tired him out first, but Pin genuinely wasn’t sure what he could contribute to this fight against someone so much stronger than himself. He briefly considered running the hell away as fast as he could, possibly while waving his arms and screaming like a baby Saibaman.
No, it wouldn’t do to just turn down this opportunity. Pin may have been an android, but he was built to look and think like a Saiyan - at least generally. He’d developed a different approach to the whole pride thing, but pride was important nonetheless, and it was tough to turn down a good fight, even a hopeless one like this. But then the Namekian spoke up, choosing to fight solo, making things more complicated by a pretty large degree. The Namekian was no slouch, and if he was going to turn this thing into a free-for-all battle royale, Pin couldn’t afford to pick the wrong side. The problem was in figuring out which side was the wrong one.
So, Pin did what felt most natural.
“Repairs cost money, more money than I’m willing to bet on a fight I didn’t start,” Pin said, “So I’ll fight for the highest bidder.”
He gave Taro a long look, sizing him up. Pin had no idea what sort of wealth this Saiyan might have, but odds are he wasn’t exactly swimming in a vault full of zeni at the end of the day.
“Or whoever the highest bidder tells me to fight for,” Pin said, casting a similar look at Shade, then the Namekian, “Just to keep things interesting.”
To punctuate his declaration of gun-for-hire, he gave his pistol a spin around his trigger finger and holstered it at his side. He’d practiced gun flourishes in the bathroom mirror between jobs, just for such an occasion. Some people pay more for a little pizzazz, and having a casual way of showing just how familiar you are with your weapon goes a long way. It also made him feel like a big man.
If nothing else, this could be a good opportunity for Pin. If he was impressive enough, maybe he’d see some work come from this somewhere down the road. Money to be made in just getting your name out there, and a fledgling career would require some risks if it was going to grow up big and strong. And hey, if he wasn’t impressive enough, he probably wouldn’t live to be embarrassed by it, so win-win.
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-Panicked, but pulled himself together- -Assessed the situation- -Demanded money for his involvement- -Acted like a cool guy- KP: 3/3
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Serori Satsumaimo
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Post by Serori Satsumaimo on Nov 15, 2015 5:25:25 GMT
((I do apologise greatly, but due to IRL reasons, I'm going to have Serori just leave. I don't want to hold everyone up. So, Serori exits. Again, sorry for the long wait, just to say pretty much nothing.))
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 3, 2016 2:38:24 GMT
Xylo -- 67,432 + 1683 = 69,115 PL Pin -- Let me know what you want via PM, and I'll take care of it.
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