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Post by mikhail ivanov on Apr 9, 2015 3:27:18 GMT
It was sunset in the Land of Departure. A cool wind blew through the courtyard from across the water. Overhead, golden chains swung to and fro, clattering and ringing faintly like distant bells. The sun hung low over the horizon: orange light flickered on the water and glinted on the grand castle windows.
Mikhail leaned against the low stone wall of the courtyard, keyblade in hand, watching seabirds circling far below. He heaved a sigh. It had been a long, tough day of training. Good, but tough. His master accepted nothing less than the best from all of his students and today's lesson had been particularly complex.
Straightening, he looked around. Well. This place was empty. The sounds of conversation and laughter wafted down from the castle, but no-one had wandered down to the main steps to spar or admire the view. It probably wouldn't hurt to run through the lesson one more time, just to make sure he knew it. Raising his keyblade, Mikhail stepped away from the wall. Slowly at first, he went through different stances and strokes, gradually building speed until his blade cut through the air with a shrill whistle and his cloak fanned out behind him.
After about ten minutes, Mikhail stopped and looked around. Something gave him the feeling that he wasn't alone any more...
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 9, 2015 5:46:00 GMT
mikhail ivanovCARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE  It wasn't like the day could get any worse then it already was. Not that the day was bad mind you, simply that he had already spent most of it working on the new skills he was sent out to learn. Most of the simpler stuff was easy for him to get when he first came to the Castle on the Land of Departure. But when it came to keeping himself out of the darkened parts of his own heart he would fail miserably. Probably because of his fear of the darkness itself.
His master had pulled him out of the normal training when he had seen the darkness that would sabotage his own attempts at swinging his keyblade. It was fine, he guessed. He was working on pulling himself out of the darkness that continued to cling to his heart like an overgrown weed.
Anyway, he walked along the outside of the sunset smitten world around him. Mostly just hanging out and relaxing after a long, hard day's work. He'd had begun his training non-stop since sunrise, only breaking to eat when food was given to him. He wanted to move on. It was a strange feeling for him, but now that his mentor was gone, he wanted to move on. Easier Said then done of course.
And as he walked, a familiar voice appeared out of the ones that were not as familiar. It was that of his rival Mikhail. That boy was one of the most serious people he had ever come across, and that was saying something. The other boy was currently practicing his latest set of moves learned by the master.
Quietly moving to watch, Emilio couldn't help but sit in the shadow of the stares and critique the work of the younger keyblader. However, he made no sound as he continued to keep his gaze on the other individual with a grin of amusement.
Finally Mikhail noticed him. "Took you long enough Pretty boy." He said with a hint of heavy sarcasm in his voice. "Aren't you supposed to be very aware of your surroundings when you are in the middle of a battle?" Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Apr 9, 2015 18:55:56 GMT
Mikhail brushed his hair out of his eyes, his lips twisting in a small, crooked smile.
Emilio di Angelos. The white-haired wonder. Lovely. There he sat in the shadow of the stairs, with that irritating amused grin on his face. How long had he been there?
"Took you long enough Pretty boy. Aren't you supposed to be very aware of your surroundings when you are in the middle of a battle?"
That stung, if only a little. It irked Mikhail that Emilio had been watching for...who knew how long, and he had never noticed. But as much as he hated being corrected or outdone by this guy, Emilio did have a point. Mikhail usually took great care to be aware of his surroundings in a fight, often using the environment to his advantage. Here in the LOD, however, it was easy to let your guard down. Mikhail made a note to be more vigilant. You couldn't afford to walk around with your eyes and ears closed. Besides. Emilio wasn't getting a chance to sneak up on him again.
"Emilio. How nice to see you. Come outside to clear our head, have we?" Mikhail pointed his keyblade towards the setting sun, looking down the length of his blade with one eye closed.
"Rough day of training? I can sympathize. Although, come to think of it, what is it that you do all day? What with the Master separating you from the rest of us, it's hard to tell. I've always been a little puzzled as to why the Master sent you away to train alone..."
He kept his tone level, almost soothing. Something had made the master separate Emilio from the others, and it couldn't be good. As sweet and silky as Mikhail's voice might be, his motive was anything but kind. Just mentioning that isolation might be a good way to get under his rival's skin.
Suddenly, Mikhail hesitated. Emilio was always sarcastic... and it wasn't the first time someone had called him Pretty Boy.
So why? Why did Emilio get on his nerves so much? Was it because he was stronger? Because he was better? Mikhail's grip on Oathkeeper tightened. Mikhail had only been training for five years. Unrelenting and driven though he was, as far as he had come in such a comparatively short time, Emilio still had years of practice on him. Mikhail knew he was at a disadvantage, and that gnawed at him.
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 10, 2015 6:34:57 GMT
mikhail ivanovCARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE Whelp, Mikhail was certainly bothered by Milo's sarcasm, for of course he came back at him with some jokes of his own. "Emilio. How nice to see you. Come outside to clear our head, have we?" Emilio didn't respond. Not right away at least. However, he didn't loose that undeniable smirk that seemed to linger as the sun was right now. It was lingering, quite curiously, like it always did at sunset. Silly really.
"Rough day of training? I can sympathize. Although, come to think of it, what is it that you do all day? What with the Master separating you from the rest of us, it's hard to tell. I've always been a little puzzled as to why the Master sent you away to train alone..."
Milo raised an eyebrow in slight amusement. It was a great comeback. Really it was. It should have bothered him more. It did bother him. Simply because he knew the reason and didn't want to explain. It was way too embarrassing. Though he didn't want Pretty Boy to know that. Having been mocked and tested for much of his life, It was a simple act to be able to hide his own feelings of anger and distrust. Especially when making jokes and mocking others was involved. Well, if that was the game that Mikhail wanted to play then it was a good thing that Milo was well versed in the language of Sarcasm.
"Oh you know, Probably means I'm learning more advanced sets then you are. But... not to brag, that doesn't mean I'll teach them to you. Might be a waste of time. You gotta learn to be more careful with your surroundings first. Opponents might sneak up on ya, if you ain't watchin'." He grinned slyly. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Apr 10, 2015 7:48:14 GMT
 ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain "Oh you know, Probably means I'm learning more advanced sets then you are. But... not to brag, that doesn't mean I'll teach them to you. Might be a waste of time. You gotta learn to be more careful with your surroundings first. Opponents might sneak up on ya, if you ain't watchin'. "Mikhail lowered his keyblade. He could feel his annoyance turning to deep disgust. No one could see it in his face or his posture: his expression was open, almost innocent. He stood poised and collected. There was no tremor of anger in his voice. Years of practice could make you adept in hiding your feelings, and some people just had a talent for it. "Indeed you are. It makes sense. You started training very young, I think. One might have imagined that you'd be further along by now... so strange that I'm catching up after just five years."
Mikhail took a deep breath. Having mistakes rubbed in your face like that... it was almost enough to make someone angry. And telling himself that he shouldn't let it get to him - true as that might be - was a joke. It DID get to him. What was he supposed to do? Let Emilio mouth off without saying anything in return? Mikhail turned to face his rival, shaking his head in mock sorrow. "And what is this...variations on a theme, Emilio? You'll have to do better than that. Come on. I know you have it in you."Pulling his cloak tighter around his throat, Mikahil strolled over to the steps and sat down near Emilio, adopting an almost friendly attitude. "You know, I like this arrangement. The better you are, the farther away the Master sends you. Is there any way you could speed up your progress a little bit? Perhaps exponentially?"@tag
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 11, 2015 20:19:38 GMT
mikhail ivanovCARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE And the feelings of hatred crashed over him, finally. Emilio almost fell backward due to impact, but no way could he express the feelings he now took on without giving himself away so he just continued his mocking grin. Right now he hated himself. Was that even possible?
He stood up using the weight of his staff to pull him up, as Mikhail went to sit down near him. Milo wasn't going to take any chances, as he definitely didn't trust the guy and didn't care if he knew so.
"You know, I like this arrangement. The better you are, the farther away the Master sends you. Is there any way you could speed up your progress a little bit? Perhaps exponentially?"
And there is was. The comeback that mattered. But honestly, it wasn't the words that really hurt, or the voice in which they were delivered. It was the fact that someone didn't want him around. Of course, he was a jerk, he could totally understand that. But he was too stubborn of a soul to just let that break him.
"Oh come now newbie, are you attempting at a challenge there? Maybe even a little one? Cause I accept if you are. I may not trust you, but I'm not afraid of you, little punk."
Why did he continue to mock him even though he only distressed the other and himself? Because the other one didn't like him. Even though he was the silly, goofy type. There was still a strange hatred that was sent from the one to the other. Emilio's policy? Strike before they strike at you. While normally he didn't care to get upset when someone tried to, there was something about this other apprentice that caused him to go into defense mode. No way was he letting the judgement get to him.
"Besides, I'm up for a good contest. Brings up my blood pressure. Ah! Adrenaline, the friend of Emilio." Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Apr 12, 2015 7:38:16 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain "Oh come now newbie, are you attempting at a challenge there? Maybe even a little one? Cause I accept if you are. I may not trust you, but I'm not afraid of you, little punk.""Besides, I'm up for a good contest. Brings up my blood pressure. Ah! Adrenaline, the friend of Emilio."So Emilio didn't trust him. Smart guy. The "little punk" insult rolled right off Mikhail's back: he didn't care about that kind of name-calling. What he did care about was his reaction to Emilio's challenge. Truth be told, Mikhail felt a spark of fear at the thought of fighting Emilio. Not a fear of pain: it was a fear of humiliation. Of being defeated. So far, they had been fighting on his turf with the weapons he knew best: words, manipulation, suggestion. Now, Emilio wanted to cross blades. -Well what did you expect? - Even under the best of circumstances the odds were against Mikhail. These definitely weren't the best of circumstances. Suddenly, his anger against Emilio merged with a sickening self-disgust. Fear. He hated the way it felt. He hated that he felt it at all. Mikhail stood up. "Oh good. You picked up on my hostility. Get your keyblade ready." Unclasping his cloak, he draped it over rail of main stair then walked to the center of the courtyard. Chances were, this duel wouldn't end well. But it was better to fight and lose than not fight at all. That would be the real failure: backing down. Every last shred of the cowardice that clung to him had to be purged. "What are the rules? Shall we use magic, or do you need me to hold off?" As he talked Mikhail scanned his surroundings. The sun was a dome of liquid gold on the horizon. Far overhead the first spray of stars pulsed in the sky. The Midnight spell would be twice as effective in this twilight. Of course, Emilio used light magic...depending on the strength of his spells, he might be able to dissolve Mikhail's shadows completely. Still. Midnight was worth a try. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 12, 2015 8:23:03 GMT
mikhail ivanovCARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE Once again strong feelings continued to crash over Milo. This time he couldn't stop the shiver that ran down his spin. He hated it. Hated the feeling... Or was that even him? The feeling that was most prominent was the undeniable fear that came from Mikhail. Haha, well, that was the feeling he had been looking for... Briefly. Very briefly, his irises turned a spooky yellow. But it was only for a second before the color vanished and he noticed his own rush of adrenaline. Damn... he thought to himself. It just kept coming back. This was why he was separated from the group. He didn't want his past to be known so he didn't ever use his magic in front of anyone. This would have to include his rival Mikhail, unfortunately.
"Nah nah kid, Its been a long day and magic can get exhausting. No, this has to be a battle of the wits, if your up for it." he said with that infernal grin on his face. This was his area. It didn't matter if he used his magic or not. He knew he'd been battling with both key and magic for much longer then Mikhail. While it wouldn't be an easy fight, it certainly wouldn't be an impossible fight.
Honestly though, he was a little worried about his empathy. If it continued to bother him the way it was, it may not only cause some distractions within the battle, but it might also cause him to switch back to the darkness. That was what he was most nervous about. If he used magic, it may short circuit and cause him to fall back rather then push forward. He not only needed to be aware in this battle, but he also needed to keep himself from berserking.
He spun his staff once and set it down next to the stairs, making a mental note to keep an eye on it so that it doesn't get taken by anyone. Not that anyone would, but Emilio was a careful person, and there was no harm in being watchful. Then he stepped down the stairs and stood in front of Mikhail at a ready. Although he didn't take out his key blade yet, rather he stood with his hands on his hips and that snarky grin on his lips. "Your move kid." Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Apr 13, 2015 10:05:39 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain Emilio's irises glinted yellow in the fading light. It happened so fast, Mikhail wondered if he had really seen his eyes turn from blue to yellow, or if it was just a trick of the light. Either way, in that moment, something about Emilio made Mikhail uneasy. - Creepy.-
"Nah nah kid, it's been a long day and magic can get exhausting. No, this has to be a battle of the wits, if your up for it."
"If you can't manage it, then of course we won't use magic. A battle of the wits it is." Well, that didn't pan out. The shadow-spell could have bettered his odds for winning the duel, if only by a little bit. Mikhail saw unnaturally well in the dark, and had planned to use the white-haired wonder's decreased vision to his advantage. No matter. He couldn't use darkness against Emilio now. New plan, then. It did seem strange that Emilio wouldn't want to use magic at all, though. Been a long day... magic could get exhausting... They were both valid points, but still. Mikhail didn't buy it. As Emilio walked away to lean his staff against the stairs, Mikhail took a deep breath. No one could afford to walk into a fight with his mind clouded by emotion. - At the same time, anger can be a powerful tool. You can channel it into speed, into ferocity. - He pushed his disgust and discomfort to the back of his mind, and focused on the duel at hand. Cool wind set the golden chains of the castle swinging overhead.The hilt of Oathkeeper felt smooth and cool on the palm of his hand. Emilio returned and stood with his hands on his hips, still grinning. "Your move kid."Mikhail forgot his hesitation. The emotions he had suppressed were just a murmur in the back of his mind now. Background static. For a second he stood stock still. Dead quiet. Then, all at once, he went from a complete standstill to swift motion, stepping to Emilio's right side and swinging his keyblade at his opponent's ribcage. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 13, 2015 17:54:00 GMT
mikhail ivanovCARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE "If you can't manage it, then of course we won't use magic. A battle of the wits it is."
He was suspicious, but Milo was going to stand by his bluff. Then all at once his "emotional senses" Turned off and he was cut from the other boy. Thank whatever skies above for that! He thought But he knew it was only a matter of time before the empathy turned itself back on. He would deal with that when he crossed that bridge, for now he was at the advantage... Sadly. He hadn't thought of that. Didn't he want the kid to have a fair chance? Well, part of him did and part of him didn't, but Milo had a reputation to uphold. This wasn't going to be easy, he could already tell, but he was not going to loose this battle. This little punk needed to know his place. If he had to beat him in a duel, then thats what would have to happen.
There was a short moment in time where there was only the wind. The silence could have been described as nerve racking for onlookers who might have caught the scene and found the contest interesting. Neither boy moved. Emilio wasn't bothered. In fact he could feel the raise of his adrenaline and stood excitedly for his opponent to move first.
When he did move it was meant to be unexpected. And it was, for the most part, Milo saw it coming and side-stepped away to dodge the movement, while at the same time put his hand away from his body to summon the No Name Keyblade. The second the Keyblade could be felt in his fingers Emilio moved swiftly to parry the attack and send in an attack of his own. A swing to the left side. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Apr 14, 2015 10:04:44 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain Before Oathkeeper could strike Emilio's side, he side-stepped, summoned his keyblade, and parried with a stroke that set Oathkeeper ringing. There was no denying his skill: it was an impressive feat to summon his blade at the last minute and still parry that blow. Emilio had a reason to be so confident. Emilio whipped his blade at Mikhail from the left. The transition from guarding to attacking was so smooth and quick there were only a few seconds to react. CRACK. A hum of vibrating metal filled the air. Without hesitation, Mikhail had spun on his heel and caught the blow. Spinning again, he stepped to Emilio's right and used his momentum to slice at Emilio's knees, crouching to dodge any blow aimed at his head or shoulders. That excuse about magic using up energy may have obscured some ulterior motive, but there was still truth to it. Training in the Land of Departure sapped your strength. Emilio had to be tired. And Mikhail knew he could use weariness to his advantage. - If I keep moving, let him do all the work, I might wear him out...then I can strike hard when his strength is low. Problem is, I'm tired too. I have to save as much energy as I can... - MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 15, 2015 7:38:51 GMT
mikhail ivanovCARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE Right now Mikhail was the one on offense. All Milo had to do was stay on defense for as long as possible, slipping in an attack in every once in a while to keep the battle going. Mikhail wasn't the only one who was aware of the wariness the both of them shared. But, that wasn't his only plan. As Mikhail came in close to attack his legs, Milo pulled his blade in to be parried. Clash! Let the opponent believe he had the upper hand. Let him believe that he was winning. But not yet. Not yet. This would require some time, and some energy.
Emilio was a master of deception, especially when it came to battling with a key blade. It was taught to him by the Master of course. Deception, as well as illusions were his specialty. He would keep what strength he could by parrying and attacking every once in awhile, slowly allowing his own strength to diminish. And then he would allow himself a burst of energy at just the right moment to come in for the last strike. It was a brilliant plan, and worked quite often. However, since they weren't to use magic this time around, then he would have to use a slightly different tactic. He just couldn't go as long as usual and would have to fake his energy loss.
Without loosing step, style, or experience, Emilio shifted his heal and shoved Oathkeeper as far away from his body as he could. No doubt it would come back, but he needed to have some breathing room. He worked better at distances, rather then being up close. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Apr 17, 2015 8:23:08 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain Emilio deflected the blow with ease. Following up his defensive stroke, he shoved Oathkeeper far from his body, forcing Mikhail to change his footing to keep balance. The force of impact jerked Mikhail's sword-arm back. This wouldn't do. Only a fool would keep this up: staying on the offensive like this would burn up energy way too fast. Mikhail glanced at Emilio's keyblade. No Name was an excellent weapon with a longer reach than Oathkeeper. It was better for Mikhail to fight in a shorter range: that at least took away Emilio's chance to keep him at arms' length. The way things were going now, though... Mikhail needed to pull back a little, make Emilio attack rather than merely defend himself. Maybe, he could find a way to mess with his head. - Smart, telling me to make the first move. And you fell for it, Idiot. - A cold gust pushed against his shoulders. The wind was picking up. Shadows were deepening along the railings around the courtyard and in the corners of the castle: soon the sun would sink below the horizon. The first chill of night was in the air. Mikhail stepped back, putting a little distance between himself and Emilio, circling until his back was to the wind. @tag
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 21, 2015 8:23:49 GMT
mikhail ivanovCARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE After shoving his opponent away from him, Mikhail backed off a little bit. Seeming a little bit unsure to Milo, if only for the reason that he needed a better plan. Which was fine with Milo. Mikhail seemed like one to learn from his mistakes, so from this point onward, he would anticipate a thicker battle from now on. As the evening chill shifted in, Emilio waited several moments.
He supposed that it was his own turn to step in and be the first to attack. Alright, if the other said so, but that meant the rules would still be on Milo's grounds. Mikhail would probably try to get in closer to him. Perhaps not, but it was possible. Milo was a careful man and would not let go a possibility if it was still a possibility.
So, after a short time of simple silence Milo made a swift movement. He quickly shifted his feet then launched himself very quickly in Mikhail's direction. The punk blocked him, non-to-easily, but blocked him all the same and the two sent attack after attack. After a short bit Milo went back onto defense, furrowing his eyebrows in a form of exhaustion. He even began to pant a little bit for effect.
This was the illusion. Not of magic, but of actual acting. This was the plan, the trick. Not everyone fell for it, and Emilio wouldn't put it past Mikhail to notice that it was all fake, but it wasn't. It was real exhaustion that Milo would use to his own advantage. And when he could actually feel his arms burning he would let his body push a little bit over the limit. All he had to do now was wait for Mikhail to get just as tired. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Apr 21, 2015 9:46:07 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain After several minutes of fierce fighting, Emilio started to show signs of weariness. Mikhail watched his opponent, hawk-like. Watched him start to deteriorate. Emilio's expression, his shallow breathing: they seemed like real signs that he was slowing down. And yet... Something was off. They hadn't been fighting for a long time: it seemed a little early for Emilio to be this tired. Of course, both of them were dueling after a long day of tough work. Even so, Mikhail kept to his restrained, energy-saving tactics. If Emilio really was that tired, he'd only get worse with time. If he was faking it, then fighting harder would play right into his hands. A strenuous finishing attack held a risk greater than the potential reward. The movement of the fight shifted again. Emilio successfully steered Mikhail into an offensive role: he stepped in closer to make full use of his shorter blade. For a while, the duel progressed in much the same way as it had before. But there was a problem. Mikhail felt his breathing become more labored. Every gulp of air burned his throat. His limbs felt heavy, his muscles ached. Emilio used visible exhaustion to trick his opponent: Mikhail kept his weakness hidden. It didn't show in his expression, or in anything more than the deeper breaths he took. Acting skills didn't change the truth of the matter. Mikhail had to win soon if he was going to win at all. To try and end the fight quickly, Mikhail planned a series of fast attacks and trick-strokes, hoping to take advantage of Emilio's tiredness and his (hopefully) slower reaction times. Suddenly, mid-swing, a sick feeling churned in his stomach. The stroke was flawed. As he attacked, Mikhail realized that the blow threw him a little off-balance, and gave his rival an opening. If Emilo spotted this, the fight could very well be over. @tag
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