As the name indicates...this RPG will revolve around Crossroads and New Beginnings.CrossroadsWe would like to see characters come to a 'crossroads' in their lives where important and life changing decisions have to be made. These events can be very personal...i.e. a relationship beginning, ending or changing, or they can be moral or spiritual. Whatever is decided, they should show 'growth' for your character.New BeginningsThis can be any number of items as well and most likely will relate back to the 'crossroads' in your character(s)' life or lives and/or career. They may be starting a new career as teacher or student at Xavier's School for the Gifted or may have been selected to train for the upcoming X-Men team(s). Their 'new beginning' once again may be as simple as establishing a new relationship or changes in an old one.
The X-Men and all likenesses are the property of Marvel Comics, 20th Century FOX, and ALL the creative minds therein. X-Men Crossroads is a non-profit RPG board. We here participate for the pure enjoyment and satisfaction writing in the X-Men Universe brings.Most of the Bio information is courtersy of Marvel Directory
Eyes narrowed thoughtfully behind Gyrich’s back, Crow considered the larger man. She had caught herself in one of the most dangerous acts a thief could perform--stereotyping. He was very competent, even if he had a military background. She would have to stay sharp, less he decide her company was no longer to be tolerated. Not very trusting of me, is he? He was making sure he had an escape later, a fact that wounded her slightly, until she had another thought: Then again, I wouldn’t trust me, either.
"You've been part of the crew of this vessel, then?" Crow smirked slightly behind his back, running with his idea. She hadn’t thought to put up a ruse quite like that, but it wasn’t a bad one. Eyes widening, she took on a mix of surprise and faked innocence. Who, me?” she asked, voice the picture of virtue. “Now why would I do something like that?” He would have expected her to deny the claim, of course, so she did. Badly, of course, but who said every member of the Brotherhood could lie well?
At the final, rather obvious warning, Miri rolled her shoulders, the expansive black wings once again spreading. She launched off, flapping upward to land once more on the flying bridge. From her perch she watched the hatch and operative below. She fell back into the “teenager” routine with a simple question called out, “You just like blowing stuff up, don’t you?”
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Re: Whale/Outher Hull/ Gyrich/ Tag C “Who is… Gambit?”
“Oiu, Mon’…” he paused, never for once in his life ever wanting to call this man his friend, “mon ennemi,” he quickly corrected himself.
"Patient 14," the voice came back, coldly, on the video phone as the face displayed on it took on angry expression. "I should have known if there was a screw-up you'd be involved. Report! Antwerp!"
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Re: Olympia: Engineering/Cyke/Tag: There+Mana+Kurt"Easy," [Scott] said, as gently as he could. "We won't hurt you."
The wounded man made a sound that might have been a snort of disbelief or simply gasping for air, twisting in Cyclop's hold. Into the radio Scott said urgently, "Mana? Nightcrawler? This is Cyclops. Do you copy?"
"Listen to me," Scott said to the commando. "We're not barbarians or terrorists. We're not going to hurt you." The wounded man's struggles eased a little, but Cyclops couldn't tell if he was getting through or the other man's strength was failing. "I'm letting go of your wrists," Scott said, freeing the hands he'd pinned. "We're going to try to help you, all right?"
It was largely a rhetorical question and Cyclops didn't wait for an answer, calling to Wolverine, Evo, and Storm. "Any of you know any field medicine?"
Re: Whale/Outher Hull/ Gyrich/ Tag CWho, me?” [Crow] asked, voice the picture of virtue. “Now why would I do something like that?”
"Same reasons a thief does anything," Gyrich replied. "Greed and ego."
Once she'd flown out of interference range, he pivoted around the conning tower, placing it between himself and the C-4 before pressing the trigger button on the now-armed detonator. An instant later, the fuse imbedded in the plastique sent out its electrical charge and the high explosive went off with a loud, crackling *whump*.
Re: Olympia-Secret Room/Wanda, Karina/OOC: Tentative cooperative sorta-jp. May be altered soon. ~"Mana, Nightcrawler,"~ he sent via both link and radio, before proximity neutralized the former, ~"we need a medic in Engineering, right away."~
A visibly tired Nightcrawler *bamfed* right in front of Scott, holding his arms out in explanation/supplication as he said in an apologetic voice "Mana's gone back to the Inst - to base," he said, correcting himself. "Codewords, remember to use codewords," he reminded himself silently.
His toe felt something wet and slick. Looking down for the first time, his visage took on a twisted horrified look and he clamped both palms of his hands to his cheeks. "Es ist sehr bose! Sehr bose!" he shouted, reaching down to pick up the horribly wounded man by the arm. Thinking better of it he straighted up again, then again bent down, tugging on the arm before again realizing the inherent dangers involved.
"I have to get someone!" he shouted, his face all twisted about. With a *bamf* he disappeared...
...only to reappear, still in his natural form, on the bow of the ship. He was greeted immediately by a roaring downdraft that pressed down on all parts of his body, and he shielded himself by holding one arm up above his head as the steady thwup-thwup-thwup of a passing helicopter filled every part of his head with an angry, buzzing distraction.
An annoyance filled his face. "Soldiers," he muttered. "I need doctors, not people who fill you with holes!". He wrapped the top of his head in both arms to shield it from the press of air, trying simultaneously to cover both his ears and eyes with his gangly limbs. His thoughts and images of what he saw leaked their way into the mind link, as distracted as he was.
Olympia: Engineering/Cyclops/Tags: All There
So close to the wounded man the link had been nullified, making Cyclops feel half deaf and blind. "I know I'm asking a lot on faith," he said to the commando, "but we need to be able to use our powers to protect and help you. Whatever you're using to block them, please, turn it off."
For a long moment the black-clad man did nothing and Scott could sense the eyes behind the night-vision lenses studying him, probing for some sign of his sincerity. Then, finally, a hand slid to the web belt, thumbing a switch there, and the link blossomed in Scott's mind once again.
A visibly tired Nightcrawler *bamfed* right in front of Scott, holding his arms out in explanation/supplication as he said in an apologetic voice "Mana's gone back to the Inst - to base," he said, correcting himself. "Codewords, remember to use codewords," he reminded himself silently.
His toe felt something wet and slick. Looking down for the first time, his visage took on a twisted horrified look and he clamped both palms of his hands to his cheeks. "Es ist sehr bose! Sehr bose!" he shouted, reaching down to pick up the horribly wounded man by the arm. Thinking better of it he straighted up again, then again bent down, tugging on the arm before again realizing the inherent dangers involved.
"I have to get someone!" he shouted, his face all twisted about. With a *bamf* he disappeared...
Scott winced at the ensuing flood of images, then felt hope return at the sight of a Sea King helicopter. ~Nightcrawler,~ he sent via the link, trying to calm the agitated young mutant, ~there will be corpsmen -- doctors -- aboard that helo. They'll be dressed much the same as the others and might have small guns, but will have medical kits instead of big guns.~
Nightcrawler's tug on the wounded man's arm had pulled up his sleeve and a glimpse of a tattoo on the wrist gave Cyclops a bit of desperate inspiration. ~Tell them one of the SEAL team is down and sent you for help.~
Re: Whale/Outher Hull/ Gyrich/ Tag C ~Tell them one of the SEAL team is down and sent you for help.~
Kurt bit down on his tongue as he silently nodded his head, assenting. This produced a sharp yelp of surprise just before he disappeared in a cloud of brimstone.
*bamf*
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Aboard the Sea King:
Smoke rose from several places on the crippled liner below and dozens of injured were in the process of being evaced from the bow by teams on other helos. The mood among the team on SAR-5, doing a quartering search above the stern, was tense and more than a little grim. Then something blue and furry appeared amid them in a gout of sulfurous smoke.
Consternation would've been an understatement.
"Excuse me, excuse me, Sorry, sorry I'm sorry," his words raced heedlessly. He reached over to touch someone with a bag, unbalancing himself as his other hand reached out to touch another medic. "A walrus needs your help on the ship. Wait! I mean -"
*bamf*
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Olympia, engineering:
Nightcrawler and two very confused medics appeared in a cloud of - well, you know. Even Kurt was beginning to cough from the stench. Edited by: Haverberg at: 1/3/06 5:27 pm
Re: Olympia: Engineering/Cyke/Tag: There+Mana+Kurt
Evo had shrugged, but whn the confusd corpsmen arrived with Nightcrawler, he stepped forward. "Your patient is one of the SEAL Team, gentlemen. He was injured by..." He paused, looking at Cyclops before continuing. "Someone who thinks humans and mutants can't work together. Personally, I'd say tht while all I can be is an untrained pair of hands to help, I'm willing, until the bossman here says we leave."
Re: Whale/Engineering/ Logan tags all there
Wolverine had seen the soldier's injuries and the sounds of his labored breathing were tell tale signs of just what kind of injury he'd suffered. Just as Cyclops had called out for anyone with medical experience he'd raced to the kitchen and rummaged through drawers and cabinets until he found what he was looking for.
On his way back to the scene, he paused briefly as the sound of Creed's quietly snarled challenge reached his ears. Gritting his teeth, Wolverine raced back to where Summers was waiting and as he approached the downed man, Nightcrawler suddenly appeared with a corpsman in tow.
Dropping to his knees, he sliced off the commando's web gear and outer shirts to expose the injuries. "Rip off a piece of plastic for me.. about eight by eight." He ordered the blue elf, pushing the box of plastic wrap into his chest. Pulling a roll of tape out of his pocket that he'd found in what looked to be a type of "junk draw" in one of the abandoned state rooms, he tossed that at Scott. "Start tearing off strips about a foot long. Let's go!"
As his teammates did as he asked, Logan palpated the man's chest with his hands to check for tenderness and he could feel the broken ribs beneath his hands. As Nightcrawler handed him the plastic sheet, Wolverine placed it over the puncture holes; luckily they were in very close proximity to one another, as Creed had a habit of closing his fingers tightly like a spear. Taking the tape offered by Cyke, he taped down all the sides and corners of the sheeting, except the lower right corner.
He watched it for a few breaths, making sure that the plastic sealed up tight as the man inhaled and as the man exhaled the one corner popped up slightly, allowing the extraneous air to leave the chest cavity. The soldier's breathing took on a better quality and volume shortly after; it wasn't perfect, but it'd give him more time until they could get him to an operating room.
"Keep an eye on that," he told Summers and stood up. "Change it if ya' hafta, now you know how to do it. I've got someone to take care of." And Wolverine turned and headed back to the area where he'd first heard Chat's challenge. "We finish this, Creed," he growled, loosing his claws with a loud metallic ring.
___________________________________________________ ( OOC: I think I got his injuries right after goin' back through the posts. If not let me know an' I'll edit again.) Edited by: Wolvie6 at: 1/4/06 3:28 am
Olympia: Engineering/ Cyke / Tags: all thereNightcrawler and two very confused medics appeared in a cloud of - well, you know. Even Kurt was beginning to cough from the stench.
Hit hard by the double teleport and the nauseating smell, both men promptly collapsed woozily to their knees. One looked as if he would throw up and the other actually did, though he retained enough presence of mind to turn his head away from the injured man.
Dropping to his knees, [Logan] sliced off the commando's web gear and outer shirts to expose the injuries.
At the sight of Wolverine's claws looming above him, the commando gave a sudden lurching twist in an attempt to dodge. "Steady," Scott said, catching his shoulders and holding him still as Logan's uncanny skill with the razor-sharp adamantium blades peeled away kit and clothing without so much as nicking the skin beneath
"Rip off a piece of plastic for me.. about eight by eight." [Wolverine] ordered the blue elf, pushing the box of plastic wrap into his chest. Pulling a roll of tape out of his pocket that he'd found in what looked to be a type of "junk draw" in one of the abandoned state rooms, he tossed that at Scott. "Start tearing off strips about a foot long. Let's go!"
Either reassured or resigned, the wounded man had stopped struggling again. Without hesitation, Cyclops extracted a knife from the tangle of the commando's gear and began cutting pieces of the designated length. As he handed them to Logan and watched the older man put them to good use, he heard Evo speaking to the recovering medics behind him.
"Your patient is one of the SEAL Team, gentlemen. He was injured by..." He paused, looking at Cyclops before continuing. "Someone who thinks humans and mutants can't work together. Personally, I'd say tht while all I can be is an untrained pair of hands to help, I'm willing, until the bossman here says we leave."
"Keep an eye on that," [Logan] told Summers and stood up. "Change it if ya' hafta, now you know how to do it. I've got someone to take care of." And Wolverine turned and headed back to the area where he'd first heard Chat's challenge. "We finish this, Creed," he growled, loosing his claws with a loud metallic ring.
The *snikt* of Logan's claws was punctuated by the sound of an explosion from beyond the hole in the hull, coming from the direction of the Whale. Well, Cyclops thought somewhat grimly, that answered the question of where the big commando had disappeared to. Straightening, he stood and waved the two corpsmen forward. "Gentlemen, we leave him in your capable hands. He also has some teammates caught in the wreckage."
Drawing Evo, Kurt, Storm, and Andreas over to the hole, Cyclops spoke quietly, broadcasting via the link and radio, as well. ~"I think the SHIELD team leader has gotten aboard the Whale. If he reaches the transpad before we do, that will be a problem. Even if he can't operate it, he can block our access long enough for the fleet to arrive and trap us. We need to get back aboard the Whale, secure it, and get out of here."~
Out of the link and radio he spoke directly to the fuzzy elf. "Nightcrawler, I know you're tired and I'm sorry to ask more of you, but you're the only one who can get us there in time."
With a smirk that would have worried many a psychiatrist, Miri watched the C-4 detonate below her. For all her love of stealth and subtlety, she still found explosives quite fun. Most people did, for that matter. It was probably why fireworks were so popular. Not that she would ever resort to measures like that; noooo, she had her pride. According to Gyrich, she had her greed and ego, too. How did he figure that one out?
Crow let the area settle for just a moment before gliding back down, landing silently on the slightly blackened hull, showing nothing of the noise of her previous landing. Somewhere along the line, she had unconsciously slipped into "sneaky", throwing all but infiltration out the window. Her wings disappeared again, leaving a single black feather clinging pathetically to her shoulder. She brushed it off impatiently, attention quickly diverted to what was left of the hatch. Not bothering to look back to her reluctant companion, she decided to reassure him he wasn't rid of her quite yet. You’re right,” Miri agreed, without a hint of humor, “Who knows what kind of trouble they’d get in, otherwise.”
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Re: Whale/Engineering/ Logan tags all there
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Storm watched the area around them as Logan patched the soldier up. She knew some first aid but nothing near what she needed to know, like Logan. Once finished she was about to say something when she thought she heard an explosion.
Making sure Scott was ok with the fallen man she took off in search of the noise. 'That didn't come from this one did it?' she wondered.
*Did any of you hear that?* she thought out to those with the mind link.
Re: Olympia: Engineering/Evo/Tag: There+Mana+Kurt
Evo looked at Cyke, and nodded. ~Sir, I'll go last. Worse comes to worse, I'll find another way to HQ. My powers are pretty well suited to that.~ Still, however, he was ready to get out immediately. He just happened to also be ready to find his own way back if needed.
Re: Olympia-Secret Room/Rogue/tags: all there!
Rogue noticed that there were 2 people on the screens - ~They're tha' people just in tha' other room, aren't they?~ Rogue wondered, clueless as to why they'd be on the computers of this ship - or any ship, for that matter.
She also overheard Remy's side of the conversation he was having on the phone-thing. She was quite suprised that he seemed to know who he was talking too. ~Weird... Especially since it's not his boat or anythin'~ she thought, narrowing her eyebrows and looking back at the screens, trying in vain to figure out what everything all meant.
Whale: Hull-ConningTower/Gyrich/ Tags: Crow"You’re right,” Miri agreed, without a hint of humor, “Who knows what kind of trouble they’d get in, otherwise.”
Gyrich made no reply and gave the results of the explosion only a brief, assessing glance. He was more interested in what lay beyond the hatch, inside the strange vessel. From where he stood, it looked open and empty, a hanger or some sort of cargo area. There was also a ladder attached the wall to one side, apparently ascending to the disk above.
Drawing his gun, the big commando held it low and ducked through the hatch. His back against the inner wall, he scanned in all directions, up and around. Nothing. No movement, no warheads, no engines, no controls. Of course. He sighed. That would be too easy. It was going to be room-by-room, starting with the upper disk.
But first, he had a couple of things to take care of. Rounding on the girl, he said, "Two things to keep in mind. First, I'm a jumpy sort of man, follow me at your own risk. Second, I'm very protective of my privacy. There's no place -- or shape -- on this planet where someone who makes free with that privacy can hide." She was annoying, and letting her walk around knowing his name was probably a mistake, but he would give the non-lethal route a try.
Re: Olympia: Secret Room/Gambit/ Tags SeveralTags: Chamber, Rogue, Scarlet Witch, Karina
It was time to get everyone off this ship. Gambit had worked with the man on the other end of the phone for long enough to know he would have a back up plan should anything go wrong, and, more than likely, that backup plan had something to do with destroying all the evidence before anything could be traced back to him.
Staring at the face on the video phone, finally able to work out how to use it, Remy’s eyes glowed with a malicious edge, his voice carrying over the entire room, “All o’ yo’ be gatherin’ wha’ yo’ can, data, files, an’t’in’, den be getting’ de hell outta ‘ere. De plan has been thwart’d, an’ de one b’hin’ de plan is abou’ t’ make sure none o’ us get ou’ alive,” the face on the screen smiled knowingly.
~Oh how well the Cajun knows me,~ he thought, eyes moving to something off screen.
“Move!” Gambit yelled, flicking the off switch to both the video and audio, throwing the mobile phone away, turning, and dragging the injured crewman out of the room before returning to search for discs, CD’s, anything he could download the data for further study on.
“Chamber, be goin’ o’er t’ de beds an’ be gatherin’ any documen’s or wha’e’er yo’ be able to get, yo’ be movin’ now,” he ordered, “De res’ o’ yo’ be searchin’ aroun’ dis place, it be time to be movin’ like yo’ ne’er be movin’ b’fore!”
Minutes later, Remy had all the pockets within his jacket and outfit full of all he could grab, bits and pieces accompanying a hefty amount of data, before he turned to Wanda, “Aft’r dey be gatherin’ de stuff, yo’ be destr’yin’ t’ings, got it, Cher,” he told her, moving to see if he could help the rest of his team move quicker.
OOC: Allow posts from each charrie, or most of them, anyway, before you start destroying stuff, Wanda. Thankies.
This is a wrap up to get everyone out of there and back to the Jonas Whale.
Olympia/Engineering/Logan, Creed/Final Clash/JP"Keep an eye on that," he told Summers and stood up. "Change it if ya' hafta, now you know how to do it. I've got someone to take care of." And Wolverine turned and headed back to the area where he'd first heard Chat's challenge. "We finish this, Creed," he growled, loosing his claws with a loud metallic ring.
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Creed’s black eyes moved from the wall he was looking at to the face of the man now facing him, claws out, ready to take him down, or at least die trying. No words came forth from the cat, his hand reaching down to grab a long piece of pipe that’d come away from the wall with him as he’d smashed through it.
And, boy, was he getting sick of being sent smashing through walls, his anger quelled by the determination to make at least one of the former X-Men pay, and, since Storm had managed to dodge his swipe, it looked like it would have to be the Wolverine. Like that worried him in the slightest. If he could have chosen any of them it would have been Logan.
His arm swept backwards, the pipe forced forward towards the mutant in front of him at a velocity that would have put even the most skilled of javelin throwers to shame, and even while it was still flying through the air, Creed forward flipped, crouched, and raked both sets of claws upwards from the Wolverine’s lower stomach to his chest.
As he dodged the flying javelin, Logan couldn't side-step Creed as well and took a hit. He roared in pain, doubling over and his rage quickly rose again. Pushing forward, he body slammed Creed who had to stand as he was forced backward again and, before he could set his stance in defense, Wolverine kept coming like a freight train.
Slamming his head and shoulder into the larger feral, he dug in with his feet, his powerful legs pushing against the weight of the larger mutant, pushing him backward. Not watching where they were going, and Creed unable to get any foothold, Logan continued to push the giant feral to the outer deck and straight toward the safety rail.
Looking like an encore presentation of their clash on the catwalk, Creed's backside made contact with the rail and Logan opened his eyes at the scent and sound of ocean waves, catching sight of the water below. Pushing and lifting, he maneuvered Sabretooth's weight over the safety device, but before he could get himself clear, Creed reached out reflexively and caught Wolverine's arm and tattered shirt, pulling him over the rail with him.
"Aww, crap," Logan uttered as he tumbled over the side head over heels. He heard Creed splash down seconds before he was submersed, then he fought his way back to the surface amongst the wake of the large ship. Glancing around quickly, treading water, he looked for any sign of his nemesis; bobbing up and down gently on the waves. When he didn't catch sight of him, in one direction or the other, Logan craned his neck to look up at the moving vessel as it threatened to leave him behind. Taking a deep breath, he let it out then swam back toward the large steel craft.
Extending the claws of his left hand, he stabbed them into the skin of the metal beast and let it's continued momentum drag him a short distance from where he believed Creed had plummeted into the ocean.Then, with his other hand, he used both sets of claws to scale the twenty story behemoth; not knowing that the rest of the X-Men were preparing to evacuate the ship.
Re: Olympia: Outside on deck *Tag Sabertooth? Wolvie? Any?
Storm was heading out towards the Whale when she heard a splash come from the other side. Her first thought was it may be one of the team. Running past the men in the enginerring room she made her way up on deck.
Passing fallen walls and holes she peered overboard, "Hello?" she called down.
Re: Olympia: Outside on deck *Tag Any?
LaTrina had been stumbling about on the deck, her eyes wide and feeling and seeing bright lights all around her. She knew there were some wounded and hurting people around. But she had also seen some people moving about some of the wounded healing them. Her eyes widened as she wondered.
What the heck is going on here? Why the attack?
She had seen the strange men with weapons; the strange people doing strange things. It was all too much.
Then a groan and a flash of light practically before her eyes.
"Oh no!" she exclaimed. The light was familiar. And she started walking over to it. Deep in her mind, she remembered the excitement she felt when her mother Amber Adams(I know I know, wierd name) had gotten the free tickets on this cruise for two. How she(LaTrina) was excited at the thought of going on a cruise. Of the fun she was having until now.
Now she picked her way toward the source of the light, to see a man laying in a pool of blood.
"Is there no one to help?" she called out but there was no answer. The man groaned again calling LaTrina's attention back to him. She quickly got to her knees before him and reached out.
Light sprang between them as LaTrina's healing power activated. It was a hard thing especially with the noise going on around her but LaTrina bent to her work.
OOC: Sorry for the length. I guess I kinda got carried away.
Background: Many, many years ago, Charles Francis Xavier established Xavier's School for the Gifted. Also, seeing other Mutants misusing and abusing their powers, he created the first generation of the X-Men.This original team was trained and lead by an old friend of his...Logan, aka Wolverine. Logan's co-leader was a young woman and student named Ororo Munroe, aka Storm. Once the team was trained and fielded on active missions, they took on the additional responsibility of teaching and helping new Mutants deal with their powers.On one horrible night, the X-Men were fielded to stop a particularly powerful Mutant and his 'gang'. The 'intelligence' received on this Mutant and his cohorts was sketchy and actually turned out to be a set-up to entrap the X-Men and take them captive. In the ensuing melee', 'things' happened and a number of the team were killed outright or severely injured.After making sure his remaining team-mates were going to be okay, Logan left. Xavier has not, to current time, explained his absence or even whether or not he survived.Current Time/Game Time: Almost seven years later, as Human/Mutant incidents are on the rise, Xavier once again sees a need for a Mutant 'police force'. He sees this new X-Men team as a force for good and a way to help peacefully integrate the rapidly emerging Mutant society with the established Human society. To this end, he has contacted Logan and asked him to 'come home' and train his 'new' team.
Logan has reluctantly agreed.Can shadows from their past be put aside for the good of the new X-Men? How will the surviving members of the original team react and what will they do as 'truths' are learned about that disastrous night?Note: We want the new X-Men to include younger versions of the old familiar characters such as Scott, Jean, Beast etc...as well as many of the OCC’s and other Canon characters that are available.Please ask the Staff BEFORE stating or establishing that your character was one of the old, now disbanded, original X-Men.
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