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Post by Asher. on Mar 5, 2019 22:30:29 GMT
[ CHAPTER X. The Dragon's Nest. ] Before the lecture began, a middle aged woman scuffled to the podium. The Uron Brigade all took a collective moment to yawn and brace themselves against some words to inspire them to work harder. She looked about as inspiring as my geography teacher, and she gave up the will to try a long time ago. But when she spoke, every word was written in fire and emblazoned against the board. "I realize that in this room there are vastly more teenagers than people my age and older, but if you'll excuse me dears, I'm speaking to the adults. She signals at the back left table. You are imbeciles. Cretins. All of you. You bring these kids here to solve problems they didn't create without telling them that there is an easy solution to all of it that doesn't require risking their lives. This doesn't empower them, it creates anxiety, and an irrational fear of failure. You bring them here and put them on stage, telling them that their generation will change the world, save the world. They can't. Of course they can't, but you can. You can and I'll tell you how." A hologram is generated from naught, a rather large bodied male with no visible clothes tattooing himself on the white board's surface. It begins mimicking and acting out the speaker's words in different sequences and moments with visual representations. "You have power and that's all these so called "Other Worldly's" care about. Power. Influence. Abilities. Makes you Gods, really. Just change the way you choose who defends what little we have here, and you'll change the world. Make boring changes, don't send anyone you don't need unless a fucking dimension is being torn open. Train them - He points to the children using most of the space in this classroom - to use as little power as possible when taking out their enemies. It's like... What's the word... Genocide, but much, much more fluid. Learn how to teach your own forces to serve you. None of this is difficult, and even if it was - the entire planet, your kids included, depend on you doing it." Was this real? How'd they know how to garner his interest and keep it at a sub-par point all the same? He had no clue where they were going with their compendium of reports and fallacies, but he wants it to stop. His fist berates the desk and sends a plethora of splinters into the air. The God of Tranquility really wasn't having school today. _____ It's as if the entire world stops to take a look at the scene he's causing behind them. The lecture is brought to an abrupt halt, the student in question slowly rising from his seat. His voice is thick, yet unheard, silk piercing the awkward silence and saying fuck you to the laws that prohibited it. "May I be excused? I need to use the restroom." A derelict, curved finger directs him to his desired locale. He walks out of the door, debris and wood plastered to his knuckles. Out in the hallway. He was one of those greedy "Other Worldly" beings this woman spoke of, and albeit not true, those widespread lies incite a mean person in the heart of an all around docile teenager. He usually was better at taming that angry and intense side, but other times, the beast gets a little un-caged and wreaks havoc until its restrained. This was another part of his studies, but at such a young age, his mind will always be affected by the outcome and discovery, however strong it may be. Before Avrim Ladon, before the Scarlet Moon Empire, before he'd garnered the title of One Punch King, there was the Uron Brigade, a collective of infantile Gods, an order for a world forsaken and regressing to ashes and dust. With these notions in mind, the world becomes to resemble melting wax, spawning coalescent tendrils from the brink of reality. The hallway is no more, and with a few waves of ether accompanying his travels, he's gone. _____ All he had, now, was a balance. Sometimes, the balance ( ether ) within his body is overcome by temperament ( nether ), which sort of fuels a shift in power. That power embodies his rage, and the rage permeates his mind and strengthens his fire. When this happens, there's a place he liked to visit, known as the Dragon's Nest, and upon arriving there as he did, the signature scent of cherry blossom's flood his nose. There's a Dojo erect, just beyond the town's limits that he frequents, but doesn't join. The Ryuusei Dojo holds no partners. Still, his verdant hues love to wander, drawing him into peaceful spars and ramen. In this realm, there was no hatred, no darkness, only light. A Holy land, such as the scripture written on his back and etched to his soul forevermore. He steps forth, not phased in the slightest by the rigors of dimensional travel. That goes to show how profound and visceral he is, and at that age? That was all you needed, because your ambition and resolve was at its highest. His uniform is a gray suit, embroidered with accents of green, or the color of life, as some may say, and a pair of black dress shoes. He's standing tall and looking good at a solid five foot eight, and weighing a total of one hundred and ninety five pounds, he's an ecto-mesomorph in this day and age, ( as opposed to the pinnacle of Gods we're used to seeing ) an immaculate muscle build still prevalent and noticeable. He's wandering down the streets, filled with cries of the joyous, good-smelling foods, and 'welcome back's'. Hyojin Elyon Ryuusei, as per the creator of this world, shall always be welcome, so when he's feeling as though his darker side is seeping through, he comes here, a simple town, devoid of darkness that degrades it, and its title. After his usual wanderings through seas of people ceases, he'll walk to the Pond of Serenity. That's his location β Under the large oak, meditating. If anyone needed to find him, all they had to do was look for gold.
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Post by ππ’ππ‘π¨Μπ§ on Mar 5, 2019 23:49:26 GMT
Hundreds of thousands of Saovian years prior.
Covetous purity had been birthed, created from the purest of celestial mat3ria and given life through the breath of the First Mother. There was no better variation of what was being forged here anywhere else within the omniverse but then and there. Even as the simple men and women gathered around the images of erected women being brought to life, they stared with the utmost hope and recognition that something new was being forged by their provider in front of their very eyes. To them there was no greater creation within the branch of Life that Hystoria had come to create, not as she gazed upon the females that had been born. The first seven amazons had been created as testaments of the feminine might that the world tree possessed and wasn't accessed until then. A power that no one could stop in due time. But they weren't gods, contrary to belief, for they didn't need to be to do what Hystoria wanted them to. They didn't need to be to battle and smite gods, supernatural beings, or mundane entities alike. But even they knew that 'Gods' could be anything and everything, the term god was just a blanket term on what people couldn't stop themselves or worshiped."Come my darlings, you sisters will protect this land and rid it of all evil as long as I say." And those were the first words they had ever heard and the only words to them that mattered. "Learn from A--- N---, so that he may teach you the ways of war. The aspects of defending that I haven't already placed into you. Learn the tides of magic from our dear Fae here, so that you may disregard the laziness of those who seek to over power you."
The world was simple, simple plant life, simple inhabitants, simple buildings, and far simpler than anything she had ever seen. She had been given a hit list and not a single thing about it seemed irregular or wrong, she couldn't doubt herself and most of all her employers. Not a single ounce of negativity ran rampant from her even if it was a sin to others, she didn't care herself in that way. She was perfection incarnate and there was nothing anyone could say to downplay that or make her thing otherwise. Her boots crushed the pebbles and stones under her armored boots as the female marched, blood splattered shield remained in her left hand and glowing dimly, customized sword in her right. The issue about her was not just the armor that seemed slightly regal and covered her from just under her jaw down to her feet, but the bio-etheric field that resonated calmly along her skin and armor as well. Overlapping layers that she marched with and seemed to work perfectly as she marched down the road, a low hum that sounded like a choir singing filling the streets and drawing eyes towards her. Dark strands fell down her shoulders and blue orbs glared with intensity as she marched towards the direction of the ryuusei that was over twelve blocks away from her currently location.
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Post by Asher. on Mar 6, 2019 0:07:27 GMT
Exotic ethereal chi pours throughout his person, shoving what was known to some as the God Particle into surrounding energies and crevices for about a hundred meters from his person in the form of an unseen film, a side effect from his intense meditation. The Shiryoku taints his chi with the power of his ancestors, eating away at those who'd try to absorb it foolishly. He remains in his spot, unbeknownst until the trigger was set off, hindering vibrations at the touch. No energy was lost from his exertion, so he's still harvesting.
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Post by ππ’ππ‘π¨Μπ§ on Mar 6, 2019 0:30:18 GMT
"That's the one."
With the introduction of energy into the surrounding area NOT placed there prior, the Amazonian had confirmed her current target. So, because he was spreading energy so far so quickly, she simply began to charge her own defenses that hugged her frame as she walked, this time vomiting energies that encompassed her universe itself, forming celestial-mystical aura that polymerized with her bio-ethereal barrier as she quickly closed the distance. She simply refined her energies and began tapping her shield with the flat of her sword to continue fueling it as she simply scanned the area and energy of the area, rapidly learning it. The more she was exposed, the faster she would evolve and learn to recreate the scenario he was showing on a scale that was worthy of 'supernatural.'. Within moments she found herself rushing towards him, covering the distance by just using the raw power of her perfectly made legs to propel her forwards with a few steps to cover the distance without expending what was to be empowered. Blocks became a few feet from each other, was the other aware of her? It didn't seem like it anyways, so what was the deal with this energy? Her blade swung from overhead, forcing the wind infused with ambient mystical energy to contort into a duo of esoterically sharpened edges in the Ryuusei's direction. The slash angled the attack so that if the male moved, he'd need to move in a manner that would dodge the attacks she had adamant control over, she simply would wait for it or for him.
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Post by Asher. on Mar 6, 2019 5:39:04 GMT
It was a foolish attempt by a foolish person, really. The cookie crumpled quite easily when the real cards were thrown. Ethereal chi collides with the being as she makes her advances β based on whether it was just a lack of clear judgement, or she simply didn't have the powers of detection that he had, he'd never know. Disrupting the vibrations in [ energy ] merited a few causalities to take stage, particularly towards any wave form of energy. His Shiryoku gave him his detection skills, tracking blood flow, presences, and any new form on the plane, given the senses that pierced through the veil beforehand. It'd flop them, rendering them virtually useless by any means. It'd stepped into the Lion's Den, attempting to do battle with an unarmed and distracted ( of the fight, not of meditation ) child, aiming to kill, and assumed that'd merit the being to be holy, and of purity? You are a sinner beyond repent. Burn, demon, for the ten commandments manage your disparagement! Holy was just more than intent, it was on action. Belief. Repent, and you'll see something brighter than anything you'd ever be able to produce, because you're clueless. Witless. What he perceived could kill him was what truly mattered in the grand scheme of things, not some prerequisite fallacy.
Every nook in the cracks of his open looped defense harnessed his Ryuusei chi, riding the charge flushed through the defense, entrapping itself within these defenses, and giving the timing, and clear amount difference between offense and defense, the offense would prevail. Most of what he garnered was thrown into it, how could he possibly lose to something that didn't nearly hold as much resolve as him? It melts the entirety of whatever safeguarded the being, not because of their aspect of Holy, but because of the ancestral beasts devouring what remained of its feeble half-creation based on its insertion into the loop, as he'd made a convoluted use of the second constant within a Ryuusei's chi, ( hinted at by the mention of "tainted" properties ). If the defense mechanisms charge was tethered to their person, although unlikely, the spoils of detriment would be traced back to the person within an endless loop of devouring and conquest. They'd cease to exist, probably, because of the fact that it's applicable to all. God's have fallen to such a tact.
As aforementioned, though, that may not be the case, for it only may be able to destroy the defense. Either way, something is being removed.
After the execution of this power, what'd not been thrown into these newly crafted escapades was absorbed, brought closely to his person and accompanying his anointment, recharging him with his own now-dormant ethereal particulate. Purification was a part of this process, so anything that'd attempt to taint it on the way back would be overcome easily.
He arises from his position before the waves are released from the being, detecting their presence using the process of higher thinking! With his body movement, it's so fluid and oddly languid, as the waves are disparaged with no clear effort. The very properties of his attack fell under what he sought to hinder, preventing and rendering the attacks useless, for now. Still, he moved, the stream his mind exists in on par with his body, giving him an altered perception on events. He walks, as time decelerates around his vision. Everything begins to slow around him, and just in case his alteration of the attacks prerogative wasn't successful, he'd moved a correct distance of eight meters left, speeds so intense that they gave off indistinguishable afterimages, two, as a perk of having an existential source outside of this stream. Naruto's shadow clone jutsu is an accurate representation, appearance wise. Body wise? You'd have to touch one to find out. Well, it wasn't just something he could conjure, seeing as fucking with the timeline wasn't his niche, and unable to be achieved. With the meditation he'd received, his mind had already ascended beyond the body, thus granting him the aegis you see before you. It didn't alter the time stream, manipulate it, or pervade it in any way, shape, or form. His energy and where it'd truly be located was shrouded in the unknown, divided between two points, devoid of most differentiating factors. For one, the clone couldn't speak.
He could pick whichever one, but, who'd it be?
You'd better pick fast, because Hyojin Ryuusei is charging towards you, but stops before any sort of passive of the enemies, if any, can grace his skin, no more than five feet of distance between them by the end of this attack. This occurs immediately after the shattering, or attempted shattering of her defenses. Running through, then sliding amidst seas of greenery, Hyojin tamed the wind and made it his pet, making his speed rather controlled, but extremely fast nonetheless. He threatened to ascend, flaxen tresses raising in excitement. Although it'd been a short time that accompanied the ethereal travels, the true drawback of using a tactic such as this one was that it took a bit longer to bring it back, let alone focus it. That'd all occur during his quickened movements, slowed towards the end. The ether grew dense, thick within the air, distorting visual aids with the focusing of this amalgamation. In one fell swoop, his leg slashes through the air in a low turning kick motion with his left leg, turning right, sending his toxic, ethereally charged chi towards the male's plexus, and should he avoid, good, but this would only work if he chose the right one.
The tether to this other rendition of himself had been weak, so if either of them took his next attack, they'd sustain a little amount of damage, as expected and granted by his physiology.
The Dragon Fist's style had changed drastically. With every attack he now attempted, his strength doubled, whether it hit or miss its target. This kick, under the notion that he didn't respond correctly, would acknowledge his shield with a disarm, given the arm it'd been wielded in, and the direction his fist was pointing, but there was more. The fact that these pre-existing attacks paved the way for his absorption and recharging said a lot, and if they hadn't prepared correctly, they'd take enough of the attack's brunt to mutilate whatever physical defenses the being had against it, along with any other metaphysical defenses, forces, or opposing energies. What's the point of having power if you really don't know how to utilize it?
This match is beginning to heat up.
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Post by ππ’ππ‘π¨Μπ§ on Mar 6, 2019 22:44:41 GMT
It was funny how they called it oh so perfectly that she would indeed fall prey to the same tactic used over and over by the lower tier of the multiverse. The more the boy attempted to do alerted her to his abilities, the faster she could translate, counter, and eventually [ rapidly ] recreate. It was a honest mistake, but there were two [ mistakes ] on the battlefield - only his appeared as he tried to exploit hers [ βmistakesβ ] with his own energy and the myriad of entities that were interlaced with it, only to have it [re]sent folding onto itself as it was met with the mystical associations and applications of her own energy which was tight-nit around her frame. Forming both an aura and field if you would. The disruption of her energy was nigh-impossible due to the simple fact of the attributes associated with it, the wavelengths of her energy were intamperable due to the otherworldly backing and her will being infused into it. It wasnβt just the special nature of her energy and its effects, but how her will made each of her actions and anything she did absolute. Meaning? Every action metaphysical or not, was there to stay when it came to consumption and altering of her own energy. The attempt of eating and disrupting her energy was impossible, as shown by that she would continue to build her own defenses against the intrusion and expansion of energy as each layering of her own energy would yet deny entry of foreign energies that werenβt their own. With her field already and innately acting as its own space, having its own abilities that preventing the tracking of her motion or unique existence due to it existing in her own space and acting as a ever present anomaly which circumvented the normality of the mundane realm.
So by extension the use of his Shiryoku would go south as Kassandra didnβt possess the natural aspects of most beings, her body wasnβt composed or even made to mimic the human body in any other way outside of visual appearance. There was no blood flow, there was no honest heart beat, nothing to give off the illusion she was actually present, living, or even there. She to the foundations of space and time, didn't exist due to being anchored to her own spatial locality, whilst being active in multiple other spaces. In simply terms, she was a walking manifestation that harbored its own freedom which circumvented the fundamental rules almost entirely so that she could perform feats long thought to be beyond and above what was being displayed. So seeing as how he got up before she would have slashed, and moved to her left, she simply ceased her motion and transferred the energy for motion into her shield, stopping abruptly with a thunderous boom that acted as a porter for her decree. At the same time she would have already completed the process of lowering her frame into a stance behind her shield [ eyes still peeking over the edge. ] with her left foot leading and planted firmly on the ground with her right behind and slightly bent so her foot was but a few inches above the ground and her sword pointed in the direction of the other who was rushing her.
She used this stance to swivel as the warrior left her and focused on someone else, even so she watched him, not only through sight but through supernatural sensory capabilities which allowed her to ignore the afterimages and keenly focus on her target who rushed the unknown man. It was crazy how things just kept popping up. Giving her an idea of her own as she yet against, continued to build her own energy and place it into the field around herself, her shield glowing brightly, as the face on the front seemed to come alive. As the male traveled and then transitioned into his kick for the maleβs solar plexus, the ground quivered, shifted, and then altered into a quicksand like substance only it pulled everything, minus herself, downwards to crush with the weight and force enough to crush human and celestial bones. Within those same moments moments something [ celestial particulate ] in the air shifted formation due to exposure of the tainted sound, which carried forth energy in a sphere directly three feet behind the other before spewing forwards, four cylindrical beams with a radii of 99.88 yards, composed purely of condensed elements spawned abruptly via the transmutation of mythical particulate, connecting with all three just as he would be in motion. Energy ripping apart and transmuting other elements around itself into something else, chaotic energy introduction entropy unto the region, forcing it into something else as energy would have been pulled into ( minus hers. ) the sphere to act as fuel before the faux star began to glow a left the region frigid of energy minus her own for the hinted distance. The faux star would shrink from the size of a Ford F-450 and to the size of a basketball, from there everything went downhill as the sphere introduced entropy further, her βauraβ protecting herself and it was insane how bright her shield was as the beam would have hit it over and over, only for the energy to be transmutated again.
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Post by Dirge on Mar 8, 2019 0:31:19 GMT
Fighters called in a judgment. Full analysis and verdict found below:
Character sheet analysis:
#1 - Hyojin Ryuusei: Chant: Nothing is automatically stronger than another form of energy, regardless of how you want to justify it. What matters is how you employ that form of energy into the fight, not the fact that the soul of X character is 'protected by hundreds of thousands of their ancestors.'
#2 - Kassandra Prince: Planar Transcendence: While she does possess her own space, the fact she's occupying space within the material plane and is capable of afflicting others within that same plane means that she is, currently, existing in the same plane as any other entity she can affect. As such, while she may be able to transcend a scale comprehending 12 dimensions, she is still registered within the Multiverse or Omniverse, and as such, she can be sensed accordingly when she's occupying the same plane as another individual.
Now, onto the ruleset agreed upon:
Moderate Powers or MP in the Vehemente Ruleset have spatial and matter manipulation along with the manipulation of the four fundamental forces as banned powers, stating that both fighters are coming together to do battle on equal terms while enforcing a prep heavy style. Alas, the full ruleset only considers one prep per turn. This is very relevant.
In short, while taking into account all the stipulations agreed to before the fight:
- 8 days time limit. - No godmodding. - No character control. - No metagaming. - No retconning. - No multiple preps in a post. - No foul play. - No clone abuse. - No powermodding. - No vague posting or excessive purple prose. - No shade, shit talking, or ego.
The posts in question are the third posts from each combatant, which will be analyzed and broken down accordingly in order to address what went down.
Onto the meat and potatoes on Asher's post:
- Asher opens the post by citing Hyojin's ethereal chi colliding with "the being as she makes her advances", with the being assumed as Kassandra.
- It is worth nothing that Hyojin was permeating the environment a hundred meters around him with this form of energy, which Kassandra evoking her bio-ethereal field to surround herself in a barrier, either to resist the influences of Hyojin's energy or to prevent possible damage by stepping into Hyojin's ethereal chi. In this case, it's assumed energy defends against energy, with neither fighter losing anything from their movements.
- Asher proceeds by stating Hyojin's Shiryoku, which is simply a detection skill allowing for multiple means of sensing the environs surrounding him along with a highly increased mental processing speed, perception, and reflexes, mostly to justify Hyojin's capabilities.
- Downplaying of Kassandra's capabilities is noted during Hyojin employing his Solid Defense tactic. It's worth pointing out that both characters currently have the exact same amount of offensive and defensive stratagems, and that neither is above the other at this point in time.
- However, while I see nothing in Hyojin's sheet that would allow him to eliminate Kassandra's defenses or Kassandra herself through the 'tainted' properties of a Ryuusei's chi, the Chant ability allows him to attempt to begin to eat away at forms of energy Hyojin's chi collides with. In this case, Kassandra's bio-ethereal field, which would most likely be starting to grow affected by the absorption attempt.
- There's no clear indicative of how Hyojin defended himself against the wind cutters infused with ambient energy coming from Kassandra, which means we must once more allude to his sheet and to his Chant ability. I reiterate, this is extremely vague but I'm allowing it a pass on grounds that the disrupting of vibrations "in energy" were previously stated, which coincides with the information on the sheet. Provide the necessary description next time.
- Now this is where things get a little crazy. Hyojin states charging towards Kassandra "immediately after the shattering or attempted shattering of her defenses", which is a direct contradiction to the previous paragraph and a problem within the general timeline of the fight.
- Moreover, should we continue reading down this paragraph, his left leg ascends to 'slash' through the air from left to right whilst sending his ethereal chi toward "the male's plexus." This is a serious mistake that I simply cannot overlook, given that the opponent Hyojin is facing off against is, effectively, female. All it denotes is a general lack of analysis, in which case this would result in the action occurring, but hitting nobody.
Onto Aithon's post:
- The wording in the first paragraph is confusing at best, but there are some things to be pointed out here. First and foremost, both forms of energy - Hyojin's ethereal chi and Kassandra's energy - are on equal grounds. It doesn't matter how many ancestors one character has or how much universal backing the other has; energy is energy. Stating one form of energy is stronger than the other or that it's completely tamperproof just because one of you says so without providing proper justification as to why it happens outside of character lore falls under godmodding by the standards of the rules you're both using. And yes, character lore doesn't count as a valid reason.
- Moving right along, Obito does state that Kassandra's bio-ethereal barrier defends her by sending the energy attempting to afflict the field surrounding her 'folding onto itself', in what I can assume is sending the energy back to Hyojin. He goes on to state that every action Kassandra employed is absolute, which means in this case, that even when faced with consumption and alteration, the energy was there to stay. This would be a valid defense if there was an attempted breach, but an attempt of consumption means that, even if the energy does stay, the energy is still attempted to be consumed. Further layering does nothing to prevent this fact, as the outer layers of the barrier would still be subject to attempts of consumption. Moreover, both characters are in the same plane and occupy space within said plane, which allows for tracking.
- As such, Kassandra and her energy can be detected due to all the aforementioned factors.
- Obito takes advantage of Asher's mistake here, going for the Hyojin that attempted to strike the 'male's plexus' whilst ignoring the afterimage, despite not fully being able to detect which one was the real Hyojin. That said, there's no real description on Kassandra's supernatural sensory capabilities on the sheet, and as such, there's no real way for her to figure out which one is real and which one is not. In this case, given that she went for the Hyojin that was actually moving, it is presumed to be quite coincidental, if not logical.
- Kassandra employs her abilities of transmutation to manipulate a "celestial particulate" three feet behind Hyojin, causing it to spew forth four cyllindrical beams of approximately 91 meters each, while simultaneously exerting some sort of gravitational pull upon the region. I'm not 100% sure whether this belongs to transmutation, evocation, or conjuration of weapons and other beings, or if it falls under employing various kinds of energy.
- Goes on to state the beams composed of purely condensed elements connecting with "all three" as Hyojin is still in motion, and how a faux star is created, as well as how all energy except Kassandra's is being pulled into the star. Honestly, I'm just tempted to negate the entirety of this last paragraph due to how ludicrous it sounds, to the number of actions, and to the power employed after only a single prep, but it falls under the current ruleset.
tl;dr
I'm gonna need a couple drinks to down all this, but anyway, onto the part that actually matters. The verdict and the continuation.
After analyzing the entirety of these last two posts, I can conclude that:
- Kassandra's bio-ethereal field, and its strengthening, is currently afflicted by the attempt of consumption and siphoning of Hyojin's Chant ability.
- Hyojin struck nobody in the solar plexus, as there was no male present other than himself and his clone.
- Hyojin has not lost his Solid Defense in the attempt of this motion.
- Kassandra's attempts are considered as such, with nothing set in stone until Hyojin's next set of actions.
- The fight continues with all these stipulations taken into account.
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