Fantasy Arcus Remedium

[NeramoDJI]

Ryle was wandering around the courtyard, glancing around for any interesting clubs or people to talk to. He was apprehensive about the magic based clubs, seeing as he only knew one type of very specific magic, but figured he'd see if any caught his eye regardless. He was looking around, one hand in his pocket and the other at his side. He had a small satchel around his body, as well as a backpack. He eventually found a booth for the philosophy club, walking up towards it and looking for whoever was manning the booth, trying to get their attention. "Ah, excuse me, you guys still taking sign ons?" He asked, looking towards the person running the booth, putting his hand in his satchel out of habit.

He was internally annoyed with how many elves and others were around, but knew he had to work through those feelings, that was the whole point of this place after all. Looking around while he waited for the booth attendants response, he glanced around curiously in search of anyone who might catch his eye. While he stood there, he idly held a golden crystal in his hand, gently running his fingers along it. "And if you are, what time are the meetings?" He figured he'd ask, running the hand that was once in his pocket through his hair.

He didn't really know what he'd do after getting his clubs sorted out, since he knew no one here, and from what he could see, there were a large majority who weren't human, leaving him in a minority of sorts. As he came to this realization, he clutched the golden crystal a little tighter.

 

[LieutenantL]

Luvon Adameer




“Good idea, Luvon,” He heard Tsukiko comment, taking his suggestion into consideration. It was the only thing Luvon could think of at the moment but he didn't think far enough to just offer the idea of taking another two pictures together. Tsukiko didn't seem comfortable in the first picture and he didn't want to come off as invasive. He watched silently with Kiree as the fox girl held her camera steady and snapped a photo of the already existing picture. He expected the girl to smile and hand him or Kiree the evidence of her handiwork but instead, all he got was a look of slight disappointment as she examined the new picture. “Hmm, it doesn’t look as great as the first one. Maybe we can just take two more pictures together?”

At her own suggestion of taking a picture together, Luvon let it quell the doubts he had in his mind that she wouldn't be up for another group photo. He supposed that maybe the girl was simply caught off guard and not as reclusive as he put together. That was fine by him. Though perhaps she was just being nice and attempting to reach out to her fellow classmates. Luvon should really learn to stop analyzing so many mundane situations but he couldn't help but be curious about how other races perceived each other after such a major event like the Merge.

"Yup, exactly like a self-portrait. Really useful for fun moments like this. As for the picture, oh well. There are way's to copy it too but I can get that done for you another time. Sound good?" The other white-haired demon decided to confirm his previous statement about a 'selfie' as well as dip into the concept of there being another way to copy photos. He had heard of there being a device in this world that can do that as well. But he was under the impression that only high-class citizens and businesses owned what is known as a 'copier'. Perhaps the academy, being as prestigious as it was, owned a public one that students could freely use? He'd certainly pester Kiree about it again at a later date. "I see. I might bother you about this sometime Kiree. Learning the mechanic would help immensely for not only photographs but also for academy work."

He gave another soft smile, mostly to himself, when Kiree seemingly apologized to Tsukiko for her sudden huddle and selfie. Kiree seemed to be a good-natured person at heart. She may have intruded on their space without warning but it didn't seem to be on purpose. She also recognized her deed and apologized thoughtfully, garnering a point of respect in Luvon's book. Crossing his arms, he watched as the girl bounced on her heels and did a few twirls, much more active than Tsukiko and himself combined. Her hair spun with her, as if the very forces of nature spun with her, guiding her white flowing mass with ease. Honestly, Luvon could see her as some sort of dancer if he had to blindly guess.

Picking her camera up again, she looked back at him and then at Tsukiko once again, excitement still laced on her face as she held the camera up. "Ok, you know what? Two more photos would work a lot better actually! This time you two can be ready instead of me just going in and doing it without thinking." Luvon nodded, agreeing that the next two photos would come out much better. "Well, since you two came up with the idea, who would I be to shut it down? Allow me to join you two." Kiree seemed to swell with pride, maybe a bit honored at the idea of being the one to take the picture. "Ok guys, get ready! This time ill get the camera set, easy peasy."



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[EldridSmith]

Professor Kiwi smiled at the newcomer who approached his booth, he blew bubbles from the pipe he held as they inquired about whether they took sign ons and when they met. He began to speak in chimed tones, which the bubbles began floating and forming words in the common tongue. Explaining they do accept sign ons and when they met, before he looked over Ryle.

"Why do you turn to philosophy young one? Is it perhaps to find the answer to what makes you clench your fist so tightly? Or is it perhaps to learn more about the world around you? Perhaps to understand people? The path to understanding is unending, but for the patient it rewards immensely. So young one, ask yourself, "why?"." He declares as he holds out a pad for him to sign up.

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Nawari felt small.

Small in how an eaglet felt as it took its first—and perhaps last—leap for the lands below. Small, in that there lay a world beyond the borders of its nest, and that, in great contrast, it was but a speck against the infinite vastness; so small, so insignificant, that its death would not move its mother to tears.

This was Nawari in the days leading up to the letter. Dismal, disquiet, devoid of a single friend. Olga, her one confidant, had been distant for months now. Always out on business. Nawari understood that. Had to; Olga had a life beyond that proverbial nest, friends she shared woes with, a lover that appreciated whatever time Olga had, while Nawari... had no such thing.

It wasn't Olga's fault. It wasn’t a sin, either.

No, it was all on her.

Years before, self pity might have trapped Nawari in a limbo, questioning the life she's led up to now, but the time for that was gone. She was twenty-three now. A grown woman in her own right. So, when that letter arrived, asking for but a drop of her blood, she held on to it. Considered it, though not yet persuaded. She wasn't about to jump, headless, into another land. Not without convincing, that is.

Every moment Olga had with Nawari from then on, few in those times as it were, involved the guardian extolling upon the virtues of this new academy and (sneakily) mentioning her sister's position within the organization involved. It didn't take the woman much before Nawari upped and pricked her finger, letting the blood flow into the runes, and thus, sealing the deal.

Soon, it was the day of departure.

"Here," said Olga, a leather satchel in hand. "The rest of your things are already aboard. This ticket, you do not lose it. You give this only to that man over there to get your things, yes? And do not forget Amihan! "

"I know." Olga had instructions for everything. Classic Auntie.

"And I know you know, but I..." Not for the first time, her guardian's voice cracks. "I worry. Always. Oceans away, Nawari," Olga took hold of her hand, brushing a thumb on her palm, over and over. A calming ritual.

"You can always hide in the ship," Nawari joked. "Like old times!" The look on Olga's face made her wish she hadn't.

"If only."

"A joke, Auntie. Just a joke."

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The journey over was... What was it even like? She had spent most of it in deep slumber, wading through the mountains of her youth with people that grew farther by the hour.

What little she remembered came in flashes. An alien structure from beneath the clouds. A million tiny dots, trapped within rows of white teeth that stretched out for their ship, just like the beak of a nestling. Greedy for more. From here, Arcus Remedium looked to be a beast. And she was to be in its next meal.

Well, maybe that was an exaggeration.

Alighting from the ship, the fog of tension dissipated, giving way to a clearer sense of ease (and perspective.) What she thought to be the maws of a beast were simply white spires—impressive in both size and design—but otherwise, mundane. Those ‘dots’ too, were no prisoners to their fate, instead, strolling through the campus unfettered.

It was so ordinary. Almost perfectly so, if not for its inhabitants. Some races were familiar—dwarves and halflings were frequenters of Lete—but others? A whole different realm.

Nearly every creature she passed on her way to the banquet was stranger than the last. Some had horns sprouting from their heads and tails that swished this way and that to an unknowable rhythm. Others looked like animals, only that they were larger than what nature dictated and walked as gnomes did. Beings she thought to have lived only in the mind of her sister—and some creatures neither could have ever imagined—existed here.

Life was, quickly, proving to be stranger than fiction.

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The following day was everything more than the first. Brighter and busier, yes, but also, worse. Now that everyone’s standing full-time searching for their club, it was impossible to ignore the view, or the lack thereof.

As far as Nawari was concerned, the sky was yellow. Citrine cloaks crowded her vision, pushing her this way and that ad nauseam. It was that, and crotches, for miles around.

Many of the students stood at around five feet, sometimes taller. That meant that Nawari was usually at eye-level with anything but their heads. That also meant an incredibly uncomfortable time.

Amihan, who she reunited with back in her room, had darted for the skies many minutes ago, an act that Nawari, for all her reverence of the hawk, had heartily cussed out in her head. The hawk had the right plan, yes, but was it worth the cost of their friendship?

Vengeance will come, but before that, she needed to make her escape.

Hands cradling her head, Nawari ducked, crawling through the gaps like an infant. She cringed every wiggle through, but, soon, she was out, unbruised for the most part, with her glove still firmly worn. Her outfit, on the other hand, was a necessary casualty. No longer pristine, her cloak and shirt looked to belong to a miner, rather than a student, with green and brown speckled all over.

Nawari huffed at that, dusting off whatever she could. It had only been a day, and she already had a chore on her list. Perhaps it was best to choose a club quickly and return to her quarters with Amihan.

At random, she approached a stall, one with an exotic-looking creature with an even more exotic thing in their hand. If she thought about it, they looked somewhat similar to her homeroom teacher. Were they were relatives? She could ask.

She glanced around, hoping for some help—to know what this philosophy was about and where to sign up—but it seemed like there was only the one tender here, and a long-leg had already occupied their attention. Would it be too rude to interrupt? It seemed like the two were finishing up.

After a few seconds of bouncing on her heels, she went for it.

"Ehm," said Nawari, making a wave of hello, nothing too hyper like she usually would. Just a little one, to not be too disruptive. "Sorry. Interrupting. Can you tell me the informations about philosophy? And where is the papers to sign?"

And of course, she hadn’t forgotten: "After you, I am meaning! I do not make to steal times from you. Or make to rush you!" She nodded in time to her every word at the long-leg, fidgeting with the cords of her shirt.

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[LieutenantL]

Dura La'Shed



Dura was late, once again. This time it wasn't for sparring or practice with her mother. No, this time it was for schooling. What a foreign word that was to the warrioress. She'd kill to see the looks on the clan elders if they ever would hear of her ascension into education. Not only will she be gaining the knowledge she and her mother were undeservedly spared of, but Dura was also doing it at, apparently, one of the best academies around. Her first impressions of such a school were...pretty positive? She didn't really have much to compare it to. Maybe the large combat training tent for the tribe grounds? Obviously, that barely compared to the elegant-looking paved ways and large statues of significant people. It was all a bit unnecessary in her opinion. The paved walkways would be nice for carriges in the wider sections and soldiers would definitely benefit from having some solid ground, but there was so much uselses etching and design that didn't improve functionality. Letting out a throaty sigh/groan that showed her annoyance to anyone passing her, she supposed it was just to be pleasing to the eye.

Right now she was wandering the school grounds as she was tasked with discovering a club. A group of people that partake in the same activity where one could further their skills. She had to ask a wandering student for that definition. It sounded a lot like how warriors were separated into what they were best at back home. Archers would almost never practice with swordsmen or shield bearers and vice versa. The 'clubs' here, however, were near infinite. From cooking to sewing, all the way to mundane things like gardening and fishing. Gross.

Dura was way behind the rest of the new students. They had been around the courtyard for about half an hour and here she was, just now getting to the clubs. Time zones were killer when it came to sleep schedules. Looking around, she noticed that despite the grounds being somewhat crowded, a decent amount of people seemed to be keeping their distance from her. Some opted to take a whole other route around her rather than walking by her on the pathways. Typical. She couldn't blame them though. It still irked her though which probably didn't help as her face formed into one of annoyance subconsciously. A 6 foot 6 orc who was annoyed was probably going to be avoided whenever possible. "Tch, whatever." She spit out to herself, opting to take a less crowded path down towards some of the lesser-known clubs.

There were a few clubs that she had set her mind on. She wanted something physically taxing. She loved being active and it felt like her duty to keep her body in shape. An active club would only help that. Besides that, she wanted to see if there was a history club or something of the like. History was filled with different battle formations, strategies that didn't work or worked amazingly, and historical figures that she could take inspiration from. Not to mention the amount of history that this 'merged' world contained was surely filled to the brim.

"Now then...hmm?" She raised an eyebrow as she spotted a human-looking woman in the short distance ahead of her, moving to the rhythm of a tune. There was a chrome box that was playing the music, the volume at an appropriate volume as to not disturb the other clubs. The woman stepped in beat with the song, her lengthy skirt twirling when she did a spin. Her feet clacked on the stone pathway as she got closer, her heels looking like they were an extension of the girl's feet. Dura knew that this was dancing but she had never seen it be done in such a manner. She was used to war dances and the rare times she'd spot dancing in villages during her scouting missions.

She was now standing near the setup of the club, a bit mesmerized by the lady and her moves. There was someone else by the stand as well, a demon by the looks of it. His hair, which was about neck length, faded from black into an almost cobalt blue color. Pushing strands of hair aside were two protruding horns pointed up into the air, seemingly ready to stab anyone who was to fall on him. 'He certainly has a unique appearance.' She thought, checking him out briefly before looking back to the dancer. She hummed and nodded slightly to herself before moving closer, standing next to the man who seemed to enjoy the display.

"This is a dance, correct? On what occasion would one do such a...soft and twirl-y dance like this?" She questioned the man, suddenly and without introduction. She wasn't super tactful when it came to introductions yet but it really wasn't something she was used to.


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[EldridSmith]

Tayen left the group behind, waving to his sister as he made his way out into the crowds and the long rows of booths in order to find his way towards his remaining goals for the fair, dance and astronomy. It took him a few minutes but thankfully he found the dance club within a reasonable amount of time. He quickly signed up, as he was excited to get the details on when the club met, what they encouraged, what forms they could teach, and more. He nervously asked of the gender ratio of the club, and while he wasn't surprised he found that most of the applicants were female and he was somewhat worried some might mistake him for a woman due to being in the club and his slender physique. Thankfully that wasn't the case, at least for now.

His attention was soon grabbed by the massive orc woman, while she wasn't as tall as Callan, she was an impressive example of peak physique. In comparison most of his sisters, thanks to their mother's genes, were all had well toned midriffs but none of them had a six pack... he couldn't help but wonder how many broken bones someone would get if they tried to punch them. To be honest he wasn't sure what to think of her when he saw her, as his emotions chaotically flared up again as emotions tumbled from one to the next. At first it felt he should be terrified with all of her scars, her gigantic bicepts that rivaled Callan's, and the aforementioned six pack. Next however the extreme athletic physique hit him with a type of charm he'd never felt before in his home town, followed by being extremely impressed. Then a wave of jealousy washed over him as his body was so slender he was often mistaken for a woman, on the other hand some people may have thought the opposite about her if not for her... erm assets.

In the end he wasn't quite sure what to think. In attempt to avoid thinking about it he was about to turn back to look at the dancer who was putting on an impressive display of which he wanted to join in... then the orc he spotted in the crowd due looked his way and he almost froze in terror as he felt like he might have been caught staring. Normally he wouldn't have worried but some of the stories his eldest brother had of feral orcs and their savagery came to his mind and terrified him. However his rational side calmed him down as he knew none of those types of orcs would have made it into such an important school... aside he was supposed to get along with other races to help remove the prejudices. A wave of guilt washed over him as she approached, but thankfully she was looking at the dancer instead of him. A wave of relief swept over him as she paid him no heed as she approached the club with interest, though she stayed a bit back. He made an attempt to hide the fact he had been looking at her, which hopefully worked.

As he turned his attention back to the dancer he noticed she was humming to the tune they were playing for the dancer, and a bit later she moved next to him and asked if this was a dance, and when one would dance. He was taken aback at first not sure how to respond, however he found his words. "Ah, yes it is. As for when... well there's always formal occasions like a ball, for some tribes it's a sacred ritual, others dance to express romantic interest, and some dance just for fun... as for this dance... well it's a version of a dance done at parties with a partner, but this version doesn't require one." Tay explains somewhat nervously as his tail wraps tightly around his left leg.
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[Pumpkid]

Penelope Charlotte
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Penelope was surprised that Kitchi had taken notice in her timid behavior. She thought she hid it pretty well, but her version and another's are two completely different things. It made her feel content that someone had defended her without saying a word. Usually she is mute and often portrayed as rude for it. However, Penny felt bad for putting the fox on the spotlight. They clearly had no intention on spooking her and he confirmed it from his own lips.

"No, you're fine. It's nice to meet you Yasuo, my name is Penelope. I live in Continente Glacial. Your hometown sounds majestic, but I don't think I know of it." She admitted. Yasuo had seemed intrigued by the Native and honestly, who wouldn't. Kitchi was unlike anyone she's met. There weren't many people into nature. Yasuo asked about wildlife-like clubs and ending up with the complete opposite. Kitchi had not yet signed up from what she's gathered, and wasn't sure if she should impose or not. She is in a circle, right? She should try and interact. "Umm...well, there is the archery club. You also have the survivalist club. They are basically like scouts that teach you how to survive in the wild and that includes hunting. You also have home economic club where you learn how to cook and sew." She pauses realizing what she just said. "Oh but that's not exactly wildlife, is it?" She bonks her head gently feeling dumb for derailing. "Have you asked the information booth? They should carry a list of all the clubs."

Perhaps it's a start for her as well to sign up on something. Maybe potions or tech? Penny's train of thought vanishes as Yasuo calls over a person hiding behind a tree. They seem shy almost apologetic for some reason. Penny was surprised, for she hadn't noticed the person in the first place. His demeanor reminded her of herself that she sends him a kind smile. "H-hi there. Please join us."

 

[LieutenantL]

Dura La'Shed



Dura observed the dance with interest even as the man next to her explained when such a dance would take place. He seemed nervous at first and Dura was sure to write him off as another discriminatory person, but she allowed him a few seconds to come up with the right words. Even she would have been caught off guard if some larger than you with a completely different look to them approached without a second thought and demanded an answer. She was only just realizing how tactless she was when it came to getting an answer from him. The woman would have to work on that over time with being here. She wasn't used to the soft nature of other races and speech just yet.

"Ah, yes it is. As for when... well there's always formal occasions like a ball, for some tribes it's a sacred ritual, others dance to express romantic interest, and some dance just for fun... as for this dance... well it's a version of a dance done at parties with a partner, but this version doesn't require one." She gave a look that was both curious and skeptical, finally taking her eyes off the dance to look him in the face. His face was much softer than her own, having almost no scars (if there were any, she couldn't see them). Even though, it was sharp in just the right places. His eyes particularly. Their eyes were similar in shape, though his were a bright almost icy blue, while hers were a deep black, only hints of brown separating the pupil and the iris. Many of the Orcs in the La'Shed clan had darker eye colors, only a few having green or hazel. But she had never seen blue eyes in person that were full of life. It was honestly...a little jarring.

Once again being tactless, she didn't say anything and instead opted to lean in closer to the boy, observing him closely. She watched his tail rigidly wrap around his leg and she couldn't help but think of a small puppy running away with its tail between its legs. Personal space a thing of the past, she rubbed her chin and hummed in thought once again before giving a grunt as a sort of confirmation. Letting a grin fall on her face, she backed up and placed her hands on her hips, now finally facing him fully. "Sounds like you're pretty knowledgable about this stuff. Names Dura La'Shed. Sorry bout not introducin myself earlier!" She gave a semi-loud laugh at her own expense, a few onlookers glancing over to the two of them before returning to look for clubs. The dance had ended by now and the girl who was dancing was talking with a pair of students, most likely recruiting them for her club. After her rather boisterous laugh ended, she opted to switch her grin to a small and friendlier smile. "Had no idea there were so many dances. We only had one back from where i came from and...uh...it wasn't exactly a party dance, ya know?"


Interactions: Tayen ( EldridSmith )
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[Pumpkid]

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As the event went progressed and students carried on with their interactions, A fluffy, Baku wanders through the crowded courtyard causing mischief. They hid under booths for a power nap, ate whatever lies in front of them like a bottomless pit. Some pant legs bitten off, patches of grass taken, paper eaten. They waddled around aimlessly so innocently working purely on instincts. Whoever holds the creature will find their fur soft as can be, and soothe their woes. Should they take their eyes for a minute, they would lose the Baku in an instant. A troublesome yokai, but friendly nonetheless. However, no one knows the Baku itself is of importance.

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[EldridSmith]

Kitchi continued to look straight at the fox demon as the boy seemed confused, he didn't mind waiting for the man to notice the small girl who sat beside him which he had pointed out. Thankfully realization dawned upon him and he proceeded to apologize to Penelope. At this time a small person who was at the party last night apologized, mistaking his words as being intended for them. Kitchi waved his concerns away and turned back to Yasuo who had stepped back to give Penelope more room.

As he looked over to Penelope who looked surprised for a fraction of a second before a wash of emotions ran over her, thankfully she seemed to relax some which put his mind at ease. Then the fox demon proceeded to introduce himself and ask if he knew where treetop was. Kitchi nodded, he was from the southern part of the land he recently discovered to be known as America, he had passed through treetop on his journey to the school which transported him to Arcus which was a few days east of Treetop.

Kitchi shook his head in response to Yasuo's question regarding finding any clubs related to wildlife and hunting. The demon had more to say but stopped himself as he looked over to Penelope. Kitchi waited for her to speak her mind and for Yasuo to finish talking before he himself spoke up. Penelope seeing Yasuo's reluctance to keep talking without making sure she felt comfortable prompted her to speak up and introduce herself. She answered his questions after telling him some about herself.

She seemed somewhat nervous to speak up further but then worked up the courage to talk about the clubs she had seen. Yasuo soon noticed the boy whom Kitchi dismissed the concerns of earlier and invited him to join the group by saying the group did not bite. Kitchi frowned some as he looked over at Penelope to see how she would react to another stranger.

Penelope didn't seem overly bothered but Kitchi was still trying to be careful as he did not desire to have his guest run off due to crowding forcing them to flee, he had too many questions to ask them still and they seemed like a lost lamb in the crowd which drove Kitchi to desire to protect them.

"To answer you who bear the name Yasuo, keeping my body conditioned is all I have done this day before my guest arrived under the tree we now reside. I have joined no such clubs, though the desire to join some I do posses. However, this I must also ask of you, what right allows you to declare whether or not one bites?" He asked with a cocked head as he pulled down his lip to reveal his normal teeth before they started transforming into the maw of a bear before returning to their normal state. "Come let us find this thing known as a booth my guest has informed us of, I will find which of said clubs are desirable. To you Yasuo, I ask you to come with, tell me on the way what this rugby you speak of is, is this some animal native to this region, or perhaps it is a weapon developed here? And to you timid one who follows, if you so desire you may join, however I care not if you stay or leave provided you scare not my guest for she is now under the protection of the Stone Bear of the Machk tribe." He declared as he rose up to his full height. "And to you small one bearing the name Penelope, provided I live and am near you no harm shall come to you." He declared before pausing and looking at Penelope to make sure she was in the mental state to lead them to the booth.
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[EldridSmith]

Tay tried his best not to shrink back under the large orc's gaze as she started looking at him, his heart was racing as he felt like an animal being inspected by a predator on whether it was worth hunting, ignoring, or being useful to it. Needless to say he was quite frightened, but at the same time her savage beauty made it hard for him to tell what had his heart racing, or at least which one was having it race more. He was trying his best to keep his bloodline from erupting, At home it was easy, he knew everyone, he knew his surroundings, things were in a neat pattern making it easy for him to avoid the things that triggered his other side from coming to the surface.

However the school was somewhere different, a new kind of exotic with all kinds of stimulants he wasn't able to discern the patterns of to control, thankfully the moon wasn't out to further stimulate him. Still how the orc looked into his eyes wasn't helping things. She managed to make it worse as without any notice she leaned in and looked him over even more giving him a view he wasn't prepared for. His bloodline started it's dull throb causing him to break out in a cold sweat, he had to stop it somehow but getting away from her now would be rude, he tried backing up but he backed into the stage. His tail let go of his leg and started to shake back and forth betraying himself, if she didn't move back soon he didn't know what would happen when his bloodline started flaring up in this type of situation as it wasn't one he had been in before.

She did something he wasn't expecting, she grunted then grinned as she moved back and put her hands on her hips. "A-Ah, I'm Tayen Winters, nice to meet you too..." He responded with a wavering voice. She laughed then her grin moved into a smile. "Well I've yet to learn all the dances of this world but from our world I know most of them..." He said rather bashfully. "I'm sorry but I don't know... I never learned any orc dances." He said rubbing the back of his head, he was trying to finish cooling off after his earlier fiasco. "So............... what brings you to the dance club?" Tayen asked uneasily, he wanted to try and be polite by continuing the conversation more but he didn't know where to start and he didn't know if they even had anything in common, however the default questions would be an option at least. "So where are you from Dura...?" He asked trying to act natural, though it was pretty easy to see he had no idea what to do.
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[Vara]

( interacted with EldridSmith FabulousTrash Pumpkid )


Marcus gave the blue-haired girl a tentative wave in return. "Hi? Tha-thanks. We, uh, weren't trying to interrupt." While he walked toward them he assessed the three for their moods and the group dynamics. His Pactling slither-crawled her way around him and up him then across his shoulders and was finally content to rest with her forelegs crossed, up on top of his head. "Marcus," he glanced up with a quick roll of his eyes. "Noodle. You're Yasuo, and…Penelope?" he made it a question so they could correct him right away. Marcus was going to shake the offered hand but then the giant man pulled back one corner of his mouth and did some kind of morphic thing showing huge, jagged teeth.

"I think," Stupid! He mentally freaked out, but then decided he had started it, so he might as well finish it. "I think, if you did bite, they'd have sent the letter to someone else." Noodle leaned to look closer, by maybe six inches, Then showed off her's. Thankfully the tall man was not personally angered by him and continued addressing Yasuo. After the dental show the tall man's lack of knowledge was not funny at all. 'Timid one who follows'? That it was meant for *him* snuck up like Noodle stalking a Yorkie.

He answered with a serious nod. Noodle's little claws pricked at his scalp and scratched a little but he was far too familiar with the tiny pains to wince. Those familiar pain were actually reassuring, in a way, because it reminded him that she was there and safe and with him. "Yes sir, Kitchi of the tribe Machik. I will be of no threat to Penelope who is your friend and within your protection. Sir." When she pulled at his hair to get herself a secure place to stand Marcus perfectly ignored her and her antics.

Noodle suddenly tried to scurry her way down Marcus, looking toward Penelope. "No! I'm sorry!" It was a reflex action for him to reach out, not to put his hands around her but to snare her. Making a circular gesture he effectively wrapped her around his forearm. "Hey," he snapped at her. "We don't climb on people we don't know. Noodle, you know that..." No matter how cross he got with her, Noodle stared back with delight and love. It was discouraging. They might be 'working on' manners for the rest of time.

"Not strange," she stated clearly but sounding like a small child. "Pillow-Pee needs huggings." She was absolutely confident about her declaration. Stretching out to kiss Marcus's nose she turned to the girl again. "Wants hugs, yes?!" she asked at the top of her lungs. Which, for her size, was weirdly loud. Noodle had shouted so loud because the Giant was talking about hunting wild Rugby pitches–which, from the huge man, was not funny at all!--and clearly had made a decision to move toward the club tents. "I signed up for some Wild Plant studies." He wasn't sure if that fit anyone's interests but it was at least 'naturey' even if it wasn't hunting. Or rugby.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Kiree
interaction: Pumpkid LieutenantL​

Once the others had seemingly gotten ready and in position for the photo kiree took a few steps back taking one shot the camera flashing brightly as she'd the step back further to try and get a better shot of the elf and the fox only to trip over on a small and very squishy think Kiree landing flat on her back with a thud. "IM STILL OK" she'd shout sticking a hand up to signal as such before actually well getting up properly to spot the tiny fluffy fuzzball of a baku that wad waddling away in a gant befitting its stubby legs gave it kiree couldn't help but giggle. "Aww arnt you adorable are you lost or something" she'd ask the tiny fuzzball picking it up after a moment and hugging the Baku tightly against her chest. "WOW THEY ARE SO SQUISHY" kiree chirped excitedly looking over to Luvon the excitable demoness pushed the smol bean towards the elf a little bit. "You should total touch its fur it soooo soft and cuddly"

 

[Pumpkid]

Penelope Charlotte
Interactions: Marcus Vara & Kitchi EldridSmith
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Kitchi responded to Yasuo still confused about whatever Yasuo queried. Penny found it rather amusing as she had a gut feeling that she would be a source of knowledge for the man. In the blink of an eye, Kitchi morphs his mouth into a furry muzzle to which shocks the girl. She rubs her eyes to take a second look, only to find the muzzle gone. Had she been hallucinating? It is still early for her. She laughed it off even though she was nervous and it didn't help when the native stood to his natural height.

Penny gawked at the person, intimidated by their structure. "S-so freaking huge." She stuttered in a daze. Something else grabs her attention, and that's Marcus and their strange pet roaming about like a giddy lizard. Penny leaned close, amazed by the creature. "Whoa, that's so cool! Is that a magical lizard or something? It looks awfully cute like a dragon." Marcus asked if he got everyone's name right. She nods in affirmation. "Yeah, that's me. Forgive me if I don't remember you." She rubs her name sheepishly then jolts when Noodle tried to reach for her. Penny wasn't sure what to think. "It's ok. As long as they're friendly, I don't mind saying hello."

Kitchi asked Penny to accompany him to sign up. It reminded her that she ought to sign up before the list is filled. She nods then turns to Marcus. "Would you like to join us or have you found your club?"

 

[EldridSmith]

As he watched the reactions of the others, he was glad to see Penelope wasn't scared of him after his partial transformation, as for the small one, he seemed nervous after the sight. The small one then declared he bore the name Marcus introduced the pactling named Noodle before questioning his statement to Yasuo. "I speak to the one who comes to conclusions early about the danger of doing so, many things of harmless appearances kill many." He responded to Marcus after they stiffly declared they meant no harm to Penelope. The pactling however began to move to try and climb on Penelope of which Kitchi carefully watched to make sure nothing ill came of it. Pactlings from what he knew reflected much of their caretakers nature, so far Marcus had shown nothing to warrant concern however one couldn't know for sure.

Marcus stopped their pactling and scolded them, of which the pactling protested saying it wanted to hug Penelope as she needed it. It seemed to glare at him before yelling at Penelope asking if she wanted hugs. Marcus declared something about plant studies, but Kitchi wasn't interested as he already knew much of plants and their uses. "Pactling, avoid such loud declarations or inquiries, lest you startle my guest." Kitchi declared once the two finished speaking.

Penelope was seemingly stunned after he stood up, as she didn't say much until after Marcus spoke up other than a remark about his size due to being in a daze. She proceeded to engage Marcus and Noodle before asking if they wanted to join them on their search for a club. Kitchi gestured for the group to start moving towards the desk Penelope mentioned. "Of you Penelope, I must ask of what clubs you desire to seek out."
Vara Pumpkid

 

[LieutenantL]

Dura La'shed



Dura watched over the man with a curious gaze, even after she backed up out of his personal bubble. He seemed to be more nervous than most she met, though most she met didn't survive long enough for her to observe their mannerisms afterward. He seemed to almost be struggling to hold something back or repress a silent urge. It was getting more difficult by the looks of things, after his tail was starting to shake around, adopting a mind of its own. That's one of the reasons she decided to lay off the personal space and let him cool off for a bit. Though she would be sure to file this information for later. Even if she perhaps never met this man again in her life, it's always a good thing to know she has a certain effect on certain types of people.

"A-Ah, I'm Tayen Winters, nice to meet you too..." He spoke with a slight stutter, something she had to catch herself at chuckling over. Stuttering was a major sign of weakness back at the camp, specifically for the higher ups and those who gave before battle speeches (not that they needed many of those). It was really amazing how different things were handled around the world, outside of the clan. She could expect a nearby teacher or student to lecture Tayen on his speech but really, it was something that was just accepted here. Truly a breath of fresh air for the orc woman. "Well I've yet to learn all the dances of this world but from our world, I know most of them..."

Now that was impressive to her. Dura didn't know the number of dances that originated in their world but surely it had to be many. And Tayen had just casually told her that he knew almost an entire world full of dances? Color her surprise that the somewhat timid boy was so skillful in something beyond her expertise. Honestly, looking him over again and observing his stature, she really couldn't see him participating in more of the energetic types of dancing, like her own war dance. Perhaps the slower ones, kind of like how the girl had just performed, but to Dura, Tayen just seemed to scream 'reclusive'. "I'm sorry but I don't know... I never learned any orc dances."

"Heh, is that so?" She spoke with a grin once again, her sharp bottom canines jutting out a little more than usual, along with showing her other strong teeth. Orcs actually took pretty good care when it came to hygiene and she wasn't any exception. It was one of the things she was glad to be taught about, along with how to maintain such things on her own. "Well, I'd teach it to ya but I'm afraid your arms would break in two...." She paused for a few seconds before laughing out loud once again. Most of the crowd ignored her this time, pegging her to be the loud boisterous type, and moved on from staring. Wiping an invisible tear away from her eye, she shook her head. "Nah I'm just cleaning your blade, Winters. Er, what was the phrase relating to that? Pulling your leg?" She shrugged her shoulders. Surely she'd get them all down some time or another, no reason to worry right now.

"So............... what brings you to the dance club?" Now that was a good question that she didn't really have a good answer to. "Not sure." She scratched the side of her head, looking away from Tayen for the first time in a while in favor of looking at the dance club booth. " Just kinda caught my eye. Never saw much dancin before so I thought I'd get a front-row seat." She shrugged her shoulders. She could ask why he seemed to be here, but his previous statements already solidified his interest in dance, though she wasn't too sure how that came to be. "So where are you from Dura...?"

She smirked and looked back at him, leaning forward a bit more. "You seem pretty interested in me. First orc you've ever met, hmm?" She teased him slightly, but respected his boundaries from before, not getting any closer. She'd save that for another time perhaps. Her respect also rose a tiny bit, knowing that the man was nervous yet still pushed himself to continue the conversation. That was more than most could say. "I'm from Firdaws. And yeah, I know how that makes me look." She sighed a bit, scratching her head once again. "Firdaws gets a bad reputation alright? Anyway, what about you Winters? You from around here or didja have to catch a ride around the world like me?" Her mood dipped for a few seconds but just like a spring, it was back up again.






Interactions: Tayen ( EldridSmith )

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[LieutenantL]

Luvon Adameer



Luvon smiled at the camera, letting his hands stay on his side. He allowed Kiree to wrap around his side and the fox girls, so she could take a picture. Focusing on the box, he waited for her to press the button. Without too much warning, a flash surely captured his likeness in a brief second. Kiree didn't seem satisfied, however, as she moved back a bit, attempting to get a better angle of the two. Unfortunately, this proved to be her downfall. Literally.

Luvon watched with worry as the girl tumbled to the ground, landing squarely on her back. A little ways away seemed to be the cause of her trip to the ground. A small and fuzzy animal had gotten in between her legs when she started to back peddle. He was about to ask if she was alright but a quick "I'M STILL OKAY!" and a hand moving up, showing her motor functions were still working, was enough to ease his worries. He chuckled a bit more, moving closer to both Kiree and the new...animal?

"Aww, aren't you adorable! Are you lost or something?" Kiree sat up on her own, causing his attention to drift more to the Baku. He slowly approached as to not scare the thing away, but it seemed inevitable as it attempted to waddle away. Its legs definitely weren't made for running a mile, that's for sure. In fact, Kiree managed to sit up and catch it shortly after her proclamation of how adorable it was. "Kiree, I'm not so sure you shou-" He attempted to dissuade her from touching the strange creature. Even if it was mostly harmless, surely it belonged to someone around the school and they could get in trouble for messing with it. His lines were cut off as she immediately bent down and wrapped her arms around the little bundle of fluff. She lifted it up with ease and hugged the creature against her chest, moving in half twirls as she cuddled with it.

"WOW, THEY ARE SO SQUISHY!" She cried out, her eyes shining with amazement. Squishy? Raising an eyebrow and looking ever curious, Luvon moved over to the girl, who seemed to have the same idea, and met him halfway across from where she picked up the Baku. Reaching out, she pushed the fluffball towards him but continued to hold it. "You should totally touch its fur. It's soooo soft and cuddly." Luvon hummed. "Is it now?" Reaching his hand out, he gently ran his hand over what he presumed to be the head of the creature. It was just as Kiree had said, or rather, shouted. The Baku was incredibly soft, almost frighteningly so. It felt as though his hand was melting into the creature the more pressure he put into petting it.

Getting an idea, he smiled once more and moved back to the spot where Kiree had tripped. "Hold one moment...Ah, there it is." Picking up the camera that seemed unhurt in the fall, he turned around and moved into a good position to take a picture of Kiree holding the Baku. "One more picture for the memory." He didn't say it, but the Baku was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. Getting a picture of it to add to possible files down the line would be invaluable to the snow elf. He pressed down on the button and a flash erupted, encasing both Kiree and the Baku in bright light for a brief few seconds. Nodding to himself, he mumbled out "Perfect..." as soon as he saw the picture slide out from the device.




Interactions: Lucia the Baku ( Pumpkid ), Kiree ( Huntertabbysandshark3 )

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[NeramoDJI]

Ryle began to sign the paper, shrugging a little as he began to give his answer to the questions posed to him. "I'm here to see what other species think of life. Of reason. That sort of thing. What makes some of em think they got the right to tell me what the he-..." He said, almost going on a bit of a tirade, taking a deep breath and finishing signing his name. "Guess just lookin for answers in general, if that answers your question." He said, before spotting the dwarf girl approaching, raising an eyebrow and taking a step back. "Yea, I just finished signing up. Should be good for you to take a turn." He said, sighing and rubbing his head, giving the crystal in his hand a little toss up and down.

He walked away a moment, stopping to see if the professor had any response to his answer, figuring if he did it would come right before helping the dwarf girl, now that he'd signed up and all, he began to think of whatever other clubs he might be interested in joining, placing the crystal in the satchel he wore. Ryle was doing his best not to touch any of those around him, keeping himself bunched up so to speak to avoid bumping into anyone. He did wonder what genetically made dwarves so much shorter than humans, since they seemed so similar other than that. At least, just in appearance wise from what he could tell. He had no idea what kind of weird things they might be hiding underneath that short stature.

 

[EldridSmith]

Kiwi listened patiently nodding along as Ryle signed the paper while telling him what answers he sought. His voice chimed once more as the bubbles formed letters in air, this time however the bubbles carried his words, as they popped the words came to life and said themselves in a light and floaty voice. "Good reasons to ask questions, I hope you find the answers you seek young Ryle." He stated as he took back the pad and set it back down on the table.

His attention was soon on the gnome who arrived at the booth behind Ryle. "Welcome young one, I am Professor Firefly." The bubbles carried up into the air where their sound was clear to those at the booth. "To sign up one merely applies their fingerprint to the club pad, as for information on philosophy to summarize it is the study of seeking answers to the answerable and typically unanswerable, the study of why, the point of the club is to try and find answers to their questions, if unanswered figure out their own answer." He bubbled with a grin. "Young Ryle here has just finished signing up, so rushing him, you are not. Young Ryle seeks to understand more about other races, perhaps... companions you could be, hmm? This may answer questions both of you seek."

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[EldridSmith]

Tayen's eyes were quickly drawn to her canines, he honestly expected most orcs to be like the stories said but she wasn't dirty at all like the stories said, it made him wonder in the back of his head how much of what he heard was also a lie. Still the teeth were a bit intimidating, which didn't help when she said her dances could break his arms. "Ah... I'd like to try when we know each other better then..." He stated while she laughed so loudly, the getting to know one another part was an excuse to give him time to get stronger or for her to learn to control her strength, as he was honestly worried of the prospect of broken arms he wanted to learn all of the dances he could.

Thankfully after she stopped laughing she declared it was a joke which caused him to sign in relief while also feeling like he should puff up his cheeks and glare at her, but he wasn't about to try pissing off an orc he just met and still didn't know all too well even if she seemed friendly. She didn't know what brought her to the dance club which caused her to ponder, for the first time since they started talking she looked away from him. She stated it caught her eye and she hadn't seen much of it before, except the warlike dances from her tribe Tayen filled in the blanks with mentally. She then shrugged before smirking and looking back at him after his last question while leaning in a bit but not quite as close as before which left him room to keep his bloodline in check.

"Well seeing as you're at the dance club... are you going to sign up too?" He asked trying to figure out what to say or ask next. She had a fit body, in a different manner than his at least, she could probably pull off most of the dances he knew once she figured out the footwork. However it reminded him of one of the conversations he overheard of his parents and he almost shuddered at the memory... why did his parents have to be so... so... into weird things... he blushed and waved away the though, it wouldn't do him any good to remind him where the... deviant side of his bloodline came from.

His face flushed rose red with a mix of embarrassment and attraction when she stated he seemed interested in him, before she followed up asking if she was the first orc he ever met which he nodded to. She then declared she was from Firdaws, which he knew a lot of evil things gravitated towards, but so did those which were hardy. "You're just hardy to have lived in Firdaws, doesn't mean you're evil... after all you're here at this school." He spoke up with a bit more confidence seeing as she seemed to respect him and his boundaries some in her own way. "I'm from up north, Continente Glacial, my family lives in Yellowstone with my family... all 21 of us... of which you kind of remind me of my oldest brother Callan..." He then realized he was oversharing again. "Ah sorry... I can talk too much at times." He said as he lowered his head. Sometimes he wished he could appear as stoic as Callan, as his brother didn't shoot off a signal flare of what they were thinking just through mannerisms and body language... he did it through actions.
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[Pumpkid]

The Baku had waddled it's way through someone's feet causing them to trip over them. Unfazed, the creature merely stood in one place making little grunt noises. Their body is suddenly lifted causing them to freeze from the height. They squirm uncomfortably trying to get away. Instead they are handed off like an object. The elven boy seemed to be soothed by their fur which is natural given the Baku's entire trait is to be alleviating. The unaccounted flash was the last straw for the Baku when the students took their picture.

They glared daggers at both Kiree and Luvon causing them to use their talent of being an escape artist to disappear from Kiree's arms and land on the ground. They quickly waddle away under the tables hidden from sight. Whether or not the two saw where the Baku went is unbeknownst. The Baku remained focused to keep away until they were distracted by the smell of food. One of the stands provided snacks of all kinds. A cooking club, perfect for the Baku to make it's way over to a barrel filled with fruits and start munching on an apple.
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[Vara]

( general interaction with the group EldridSmith FabulousTrash Pumpkid )

"No-I. uh." Marcus kept his hold on Noodle and backed away from Penelope. "I don't have time for them." He would mark his map when he got to a quiet space. With forefinger and thumb circled around Noodle's muzzle Marcus took another step back. This had been a bad idea. There was just too much. When near enough the press of the general crowd Marcus turned and ran.

Noodle had gotten too much attention. He ducked by a pair of chatting kind of blue-ish people, he had no idea what their race was. A girl with a camera. He turned away as he passed behind them. Slipping between members of a group of fice who were chatting as though they knew eachother. Stopping at a booth he didn't bother checking, Marcus circled around behind it so the display hid him.

Crouched on the ground he forced his breathing to slow, holding his breath for a moment before each inhale and after each exhale. Letting his fingers loosen he released his poor Pactling that had been kind of crushed against his chest while he'd fled. "Just back into the school. Nobody'll care if we just go back to our room. Right? Yeah. ....You okay?" he asked his companion.

She twisted around his hands when he held them out flat, making a little platform for her. Noodle's golden eyes turned down and away, working hard to think deeply. Breath drawn then a second thought and another moment of pause with her head turned a little differently, as though working on a different idea. "Will have become wanting of food, soon," she answered clear and soft.

With it decided he stood again and moved in the general direction of the doors onto the courtyard. Noodle draped around his neck and his gymbag hugged close to his side. Hide first, then eat. Maybe sleep a little.

 

[LieutenantL]

Dura La'shed



"Well seeing as you're at the dance club... are you going to sign up too?"

The girl raised an eyebrow, apparently not even registering the fact that she could join the club. All of these were open and so she had a massive choice ahead of her, probably her biggest since her choice of weapon back at camp when she was young. Honestly, it was a little intimidating but she figured that she could either suck it up and deal with the club for the next years coming, or just leave and join a different one. Either worked for her. Giving him another smile, more soft and feminine than before, she nodded and spoke with a small apprehensive tone. "Yeah...Think I will. Could be fun, learning to toss my partner around while moving to a beat. Kinda like a new challenge." She laughed, crossing her arms. "And maybe it'll get people to stop looking at me like I'm gonna beat them to a pulp if they just look at me funny. Show my softer side, ya know?" She gave him a pointed look, indicating that she could easily pick up on his nervousness. Though she was more so thinking that Tayen was afraid of her, more so than his attraction.

"You're just hardy to have lived in Firdaws, doesn't mean you're evil... after all, you're here at this school. I'm from up north, Continente Glacial, my family lives in Yellowstone with my family... all 21 of us... of which you kind of remind me of my oldest brother Callan...Ah sorry... I can talk too much at times."

She allowed herself to get a bit nervous this time, apparently embarrassed by the fact that someone had called her hardy. It was nice to know that he wasn't discriminating against her like most and that he managed to even slip in a compliment like that. But wow...

"21 family members?" She spoke with amazement, completely ignoring his apology for talking too much. "I'm guessing they're directly related to you too? Not like a clan or anything?" She had heard of some clans and such outside of her race but nothing too prominent. Apparently, sometimes even humans have clans but not so much anymore. She gave him another grin and rubbed her chin. "Well Winters, now you got me curious. You're gonna have to introduce me some time to this 'Callan'. Though, guess you wouldn't introduce a total stranger to your family huh?"

With a mischievous grin, she moved forward and wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulder, pulling him close to her for a brief moment. "Guess I'll just have to get closer to you Tayen." She smirked and as quickly as she was hugging, she was back to her original place. What? She couldn't help teasing the guy. He was just too easy~

Turning around, she gave him a back wave and started heading to the table for signups. "I'm gonna sign up and check out some other clubs. I'll talk to you later Winters." Just like that, she was back to using his last name as before.



Interactions: Tayen ( EldridSmith )

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[Huntertabbysandshark3]

interaction: (me) LieutenantL​

Another rather short fluffy being darted between the crowds of students unlike a certain rotund but adorable troublemaker they where markedly more worried peaking under tables and into stalls without any warning. "Where has she gotten too" the small sheeplike being mumbled under thier breath. While the trail wasn't difficult to follow working out what was recent and what was old was indeed a huge issue. The excitedly squeeling if a demon girl caught his attention talk of something fluffy and adorable made it pretty clearly it was who he was looking for.. only that they made it there once she'd made her escape looking up at the elf and demon with cute eyes they'd cough to get the attention of the pair. "Hi there have either of you seen a adorable fuzzy floofy little goofball of a Baku...?" The cute little sheepy creature asked the pair hopefully.

 

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Focusing on the creature—no, professor, it's a professor—was a monumental task.

The bubbles that floated from its pipe, leading her eyes this way and that, subtracted from her already dwindling focus. On more than one occasion, she caught her hands reaching out to pop those bubbles before they could naturally extinguish. Her hands weren't quick enough, but it was fast enough that her mind could barely stop herself. She tried again and again until it finished speaking, expectant of a reply.

As you might expect, she hadn't been listening. Much.

"Ehmmmm," she said, stalling for time. "Yes."

A moment later: "No."

And another moment later: "I did not make to listen well. I am sorry." She was sincere in her apology, but her curiosity remained. One that she was far more desperate to sate than her curiosity of philosophy.

"What is that... thing? How you make to speak?"

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