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Necessity4Fun

Huh, I wonder what to do next...?
Cream and chocolate fur dancing in the wind, the cat soared, cutting through the air like a knife towards its target. It was glorious really, the thrill of the hunt, using violence as a catalyst, a vent grid. Senseless, aimless aggression had its perks sometimes... So full of stuff, beings needed to release their own destructive impulses and energy at some point. Like dynamite, people had the tendency of going 'boom' and warping the environment around them. Julie loved painting hers with someone else's pain and blood, exercising one's superiority was just that... relaxing. The nekomata's peace of mind-Heaven was also a foolish human's despairing Hell.

Of course, having her body intercepted somewhere along the line, the pleasing sadistic high had eventually died down, the realization that her paws had never touched the ground again hitting like a train. An idiot had dared to pick her up!!

"Unhand me!!", the Siamese protested with a hiss right away before even seeing who it was, tail lashing out angrily, "Unhand me, you-"

That's when a gunshot rang, followed by a couple more in sequence. The noise was... odd, the tone had a similar strength to it, but the way it echoed was unlike the muskets Julie was acquainted with. It lacked a second 'bang' to it. Even if the sound was different and not as high as the ones she was used to, the youkai was still a cat, her ears flapping down in instinct just as the first shot had rung out, attempting to shield themselves from the explosive note. Curiosity did spark though, which led the old-fashioned feline to learn that it came from a blocky-looking tiny weapon. Was it even allowed for someone to wield such a tool while inside a closed-up room? Muskets surely weren't, especially given their extensive barrels...

Dismissing the shooting with an 'I see' kind of stance, though cringing slightly at the murky smell of gunpowder, the nekomata's attention had gone back to more urgent subjects... Such as STILL BEING HANDLED LIKE A PURSE by a certain somebody. Thrashing her paws all over the place, the cat tried making herself as difficult to hold as possible, pushing and scratching at the surface of her two-wall flesh and fabric prison, trying to escape:

"Unhand me immediately!", a barrage of distressed, angry meows and overall growling echoed through the vast space of the lab-bunker, "I don't care what kind of bonding experience you think we've been having, NOTHING gives you the right to handle me like a- Like a common pet!!", the words were uttered with as much disdain and disgust that anyone could pronounce them with, "I demand that you put me down right away, magician!"

Taking notice of the man's apparent disregard towards her demands, the growls grew angrier and angrier, the addition of the hind paws to the whole equation, kicking and climbing fiercely to aid in the escape attempt:

"Hey! Don't you dare ignore me!!", Julie bit at the adult male's forearm demanding his attention, "I ordered you to release me immediately and I don't like waiting! The second one won't be as forgiving!"

The lack of compliance would culminate on the youkai muttering 'Very well, have it your way then' under her breath, amping up the freedom attempts. At this point, there were just the constant sounds of an angry, frustrated cat, thrashing its body around, kicking with its back paws, scratching at her prison mercilessly. Even if the man tried to hold her tighter and tighter, Julie did not mind it, wanting no more than to be out of this humiliating, subdued position.

They were all lucky that her fire powers didn't work, because otherwise, the whole tunnel would have become a giant oven long ago! THEY'D ALL BURN IN HELL FOR THIS INSOLENCE!!!

Continuing their quarrel, the pair of squids kept their squabble which looked more and more like a kits' brawl as time passed. Someone asked them questions, whose answers weren't satisfactory, prompting a soldier female to bring forth a sci-fi looking shrunk weapon, well, when it was compared to the muskets of course. Julie had been obviously a lot more focused with trying to get out of the fantasy man's grip, gradually, though not as fast as she'd like, managing to slide her body backwards, sloooooowly slipping off the hold.

"Ato sukoshi..." (A little more...), the cat pushed at the human's back with her hind paws, "Chotto dake... Hotondo..." (Just a bit... Almost ...), she kept pushing, eventually ending up straight in a flipped 7 position, hanging from behind, "Chikadzuite iru..." (Getting closer...)

And then it happened. She was free! Her head slipped through the hole and Julie had fallen gracefully on her paws, back on the ground:

"Aha! Take that human!", the Siamese proudly flicked her tail showing off, "Your flesh prison is nothing agains- Oh. Oh my, busy are we?"

Raising her head sideways, as if in a thoughtful expression, the nekomata suddenly found herself in the line of fire of the shapeshifter's fury, instantly jumping out of the way and back into safety.

"So you've finally shown yourself, demon!!", she let out with a growl, unsheathing her claws again waiting for the perfect moment to jump back into the fist-shaped insect-like monstrosity.

Julie didn't have to wait long, with the Grey Oni creature having intercepted the prey's slam attack. Efficient! The cat couldn't help but let her tail dance behind her in a sign of admiration and satisfaction with the other's job. The same could not be said for the tiny being's 'help', however. Didn't it have that weird blocky gun to its disposal?! This was the right time to use it, come on! Don't just, kick it! Facepaw'ing in a mix of disappointment and frustration, the Siamese shook herself before leaning down on her front paws, once more preparing to pounce, eyeing the creature with the bloodlust of a predator... waiting for her prey to be distracted, unprotected:

"Hey MOTHERFUCKING SHAPESHIFTER, Looking for This?!", an adult female's voice announced, prompting Julie's mouth to open in a grin.​

Thank you, blonde human woman, your sacrifice will be taken full advantage of.

"Try to get anywhere without the use of your legs first!!", Julie let out, diving under the creature's fist-head 'tunnel' and aiming at one of the front appendages it had sticking out, giving it the most painful and deep scratch she could manage, already preparing a second pounce as soon as she had landed on the ground again.

The front ones seemed to be vital to this being's body overall balance, especially while it kept that big of a head on top of such a meek-looking torso in comparison. Hopefully attacking those would eventually cause the whole creature to collapse, even if just for a moment.

@Laix_Lake, @darkred, @KnightLight, @Nightwisher, @BunkerCrew_PoorOrbleckHasBecomeAScratchingPost_F​

 
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Tropicalpeacock

New Member
Miguel

Miguel listened carefully to the groups questions, most of them being directed at Ford who seemed to know the most about... well, just about all the important information. As he listened to the answers, he nodded at Whisper and was about to introduce himself to Whisper, as he should have before, when the Ford guy announced that they had reached the bunker and needed someone to climb up and pull the tree branch high up in the tree. As the others discussed a code word, he watched Julie pull the tree branch lever down with her paws and was amazed at what happened next. As the enterenc to the bunker was revealed, he took a step back and nodded in agreement at Ford’s words toward the oh-so-entitled cat as well as his words on the code word they had all decided would be the best option to use. He listened carefully to Ford’s words, taking in the information as best he could.

As Ford led the group down into the bunker, he tried his best to stay near Promto, Kanna, and Felix, who he seemed to feel like he knew the most, even if he didn’t know them all that well. He looked around nervously until they reached the bunker. Once Ford mentioned grabbing a weapon, he grabbed a stick of dynamite and followed the others lead. Miguel heard Julie speaking in response to Ford and he rolled his eyes at the strange feline before continuing to listen to the conversations around him. Taking in as much information as he could, his eyes widened at the sight of the journal being shown to them once more. He couldn’t help but wonder what secrets it held within its pages. When Ford asked if they had all grabbed a weapon, he nodded, clutching the dynamite tightly in his hand. Stepping into the room with the strange symbols, he tried to decide which group he would stick with. As the other pressed the buttons needed, he continued to try and make a quick decision.

At Ford’s words, Miguel ran forward, just barley managing not to get crushed. He painted a bit before ultimately deciding to stay in the middle group. As they all continued on, he looked around in amazement at the labs they entered and gulped nervously at the sight of the giant tunnel-like holes that had apparently been dug by something big. Maybe even the shapeshifter creature itself. As they continued on, he kept listening as carefully as he could to the conversation happening around him, keeping his guard up as best he could.

Before he knew what was happening exactly, there were suddenly... two of the squid girl?! One of them had to be the shapeshifter right?! But... which one was the real Callie? As the two Callie’s began to fight each other, he grabbed his head in bewilderment and confusion as he watched the two yell that the other was the fake Callie. Before he could think any further, some sort of glitch happened and one of the squid girls transformed into another creature entirely. Well, they knew which one was the shapeshifter now but what was there next course of action supposed to be now? Soon, Sarah and Conner jumped into action and he watched in horror as Sarah seemed to be taking one for the team by distracting the shapeshifter with the journals. Would she be the next to die? He certainly hoped not as he watched the horrific scene unfold before them.

@Alpha007 @Sayo-Nara @LittleRedAssassin @SheepKing @Thepotatogod @BoltBeam @Sir Skrubbins @Chungchangching @Nightwisher @thatguyinthestore @Mr. Chip @Tamotsu @Crow @everyoneinthegroup
 
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Meraki

One Thousand Club
Slugcat

Seeing as how the pastel colored humanoid had refused to run, there was little they could do aside from remaining with the two. Being alone in a place like this was far too much of a risky endeavor. The cat-like creature slunk back towards their companions with cautious movements. They stared intently at the yellow triangle, tail thumping rhythmically in agitation as they reared up for a fight.

@Illiyasviel Von Einzbern @Critic Ham
 

Laix_Lake

New Member




Orbeck of Vinheim
Status: trying to get the job done

Orbeck was not surprised by Julie's reaction. All of that thrashing and biting currently hurt, but all that came out of his mouth was a slight chuckle. I mean really? she thought that this was because of the minuscule amount of interaction they had? Has she not thought of the implications of simply charging at a creature whose adaptability would surpass a mear lunge from a cat?

But that little moment didn't last very long as the shapeshifter has come out of hiding in the form of a...monstorsdy of sin? Julie would be fine as she had somehow escaped from Orbeck grip. As for himself, he rolled out of the way for the attack as the Troll intercepted the beast. With the shapeshifter their current position, it seems like an ideal time to fulfill the main task at hand. Orbeck the proceeded to jump on to the creature back and attempts to flay off its skin with his now unsheathed dagger.

He will talk to Julie about this later, if she doesn't get killed off that is.

@Benedict Cucumberpatch @Necessity4Fun @Nightwisher @Ferociousfeind @BoltBeam @Into_the_Bunker_Buds
 

FactionGuerrilla

We can't change what's done. We can only move on.

  • Christ alive, how much shit could hit the fan before the whole place was covered in brown? After that stupid-ass snob-cat gave away the code word, another squid-girl came in. One obviously had to be the shapeshifter. Cole promptly cursed under his breath as he watched the two stooges begin attacking each other. Under normal circumstances, he'd probably be laughing at both of their incompetence- but they needed to get this shapeshifter's stuff now, and not after this scene ended. To make matters worse, apparently nobody thought about using the secondary password at all. His frown turned into a frustrated scowl, promptly pulling out his Amp and beginning to walk over to the duo.

    Before MacGrath could intervene, though, the two Callies apparently came to an absolute standstill. But then things turned for the worse, and one of them revealed its true form- a giant fist thingy, obviously the Shape Shifter. When it brought its head down, that crazy giant ogre apparently managed to stop it from squashing everyone in the nearby vicinity and allowed other people to rush in and get attacks on it. One old woman took the journal, apparently trying to use it as bait- which, in the Conduit's eyes, was a pretty dumb move. Then again, he couldn't give it a second thought in the heat of the moment. Rather, he watched as a black-haired man began to fulfill the group's task of getting the freak's skin off. The only issue was the possibility that the monster would be able to retaliate against Orbeck, considering its giant mass. No, Cole would make sure to strike and make sure he'd scare the monstrosity off. After all, Ford himself said the Shapeshifter couldn't be killed... Right?

    "Looks like I'm still not the biggest freak in town," The Electric Man remarked quietly to himself, then rushed forwards into the center of the fist with his melee weapon in hand. Without hesitation, he thrust the Amp upwards and into the Shapeshifter's "fist"- hopefully piercing through whatever fingers were unlucky enough to be in the way, but more importantly trying to pierce the monster's eyeball. Hopefully if he succeeded it wouldn't be able to regenerate that any time soon... Right?
 

Nightwisher

And don't you dare go hollow....
The Shape-Shifter hadn’t expected to be caught. It growled as he tried to break free, pushing Epsilo back just a bit. One red eye looked toward Benedict as he approached, letting out another annoyed growl as the strange man kicked the Shifter’s leg. “Hey, back off,” it responded, lifting the kicked leg to kick back, forcing the strange man back. As Sarah took the book from Ford, the Author tried to reach for it out of habit. He understood the woman’s want to use it as a distraction, but he didn’t like it in someone else’s hands unless those hands belonged to his great nephew. But it was too late, Sarah had already called the Shape-Shifter’s attention. A grin spread across the monster’s face as it tugged hard against the troll, freeing itself from Epsilo’s grasp and turning on Terminator huntress, it didn’t care about her son’s demands, it just wanted the Journal.

With it’s attention diverted, Fulgore was able to attack without consequence, getting the Shifter into a tight hold. It snarled in pain as the robot attempted to rip the crab-like limb from its body. “Get off!” It tried to move its arm, but he couldn’t get it away from the machine. Then there was a stinging in his front legs and he hissed, scurrying away as he looked down to get a look at what it could have been. A cat? Ridiculous. Blood oozed from the scratches that the feline had made. The annoyance of the group was proving to be more than the Shape-Shifter had bargained for.

Of course, it only got worse when some greasy, black haired man jumped on the creature and unsheathed a knife. “What do you think-,” the creature started, flailing around to try and remove everything that was latched onto it. But the creature didn’t have time to finish his remark when Cole attacked. The Shape-Shifter howled in pain as the amp cut into the finger right of its eyeball. The Conduit had just missed due to the creature's flailing. He had, however, succeeded in sending the Shape-Shifter overboard from anger to rage. “GET OFF!” He boomed, backing up away from Cole so the weapon would release him, and more importantly, be out of reach to be used again. In the heat of the moment, Shape-Shifter did what it did best, and shifted. The only thing it could think to shift in to was an exact replica of the cat that was in front of it. Orbeck promptly fell to the ground without his hunk of flesh, and the grip that Fulgore had on it loosened due to the Shifter’s smaller size.

Taking full advantage of a cat’s agility, the monster rushed away. It wouldn’t dare try to convince the group that it was their cat friend, after all, it was now bleeding and they could easily tell exactly who it was if it tried to blend in. The Shape-Shifter's hackles rising as its gaze darted around the group. All of the information he needed to defeat them was right here, standing in an annoying, smug little crowd. His lips drew back in a cat-like smirk as he morphed once more.

Now, standing before the group, was a brand new monstrosity. With a large, long body -- and many, many legs -- the Shape-Shifter resembled a centipede, with half of it’s body upright to face the group; looking a bit like a cobra, but more insect than snake. Arms protruded all around monster, but six arms in particular were distinct, and came from its upright portion, all looking familiar. Epsilo’s large, muscular limbs rested at the top, closest to its head, however instead of hands like the troll, they had Julie’s cat paws, with large, sharp claws unsheathed and ready to fight. The second set of arms were robotic like, matching Fulgore’s, and the third were long squid tentacles that resembled Callie’s hair. Suction cups at the end of them so they could be used to grab and hold things while the other hands fought. But the most horrifying portion of the new shape, was the many morphed faces that covered the entire body. The disfigured expressions of all of group members stared back at them, some squished, some pulled tightly, all of them with dead, white eyes. “Hand over the book!” The collective voices of the group sounded like the choir of Hell as they spoke.

However before the group could dare say a word, the monster charged. The many legs clacked against the hard floor of the laboratory as it rushed forward, quick for its size but nothing the more agile of the group couldn’t dodge. Large troll arms swung left and right, aiming for the larger of the group and those who had attacked it already, namely Epsilo, Cole, Orbeck, and Fulgore. The robot arms swung at anyone who got close to its front as the Shape-Shifter tried to force its way through the group to get to Sarah. Only one of the long squid tentacles swung around, reaching for Julie, while the other was posed, ready to grab the woman or the Journal -- whichever was easiest. The more human like arms that surrounded the Shape Shifter’s body, that matched those of the other members of the group, punched and clawed at the air and anyone who got too close.


(@BoltBeam), (@Crow), (@Sayo-Nara), (@Benedict Cucumberpatch), (@KnightLight), (@Laix_Lake), (@Alpha007), (@Mr. Chip), (@Chungchangching), (@Tropicalpeacock), (@SheepKing), (@Thepotatogod), (@Sir Skrubbins), (@Necessity4Fun), (@DerpyCarp), (@QizPizza), (@Topless), (@Ferociousfeind), (@darkred), (@GearBlade654), (@FactionGuerrilla), (@Topless), (@Mr. Chip), (@Tropicalpeacock).
 

BoltBeam

The Freak in Blood
Tenshi Hinanawi|Monster From Us


The Shape-Shifter's hackles rising as its gaze darted around the group. All of the information he needed to defeat them was right here, standing in an annoying, smug little crowd. His lips drew back in a cat-like smirk as he morphed once more.

Now, standing before the group, was a brand new monstrosity. With a large, long body -- and many, many legs -- the Shape-Shifter resembled a centipede, with half of it’s body upright to face the group; looking a bit like a cobra, but more insect than snake. Arms protruded all around monster, but six arms in particular were distinct, and came from its upright portion, all looking familiar. Epsilo’s large, muscular limbs rested at the top, closest to its head, however instead of hands like the troll, they had Julie’s cat paws, with large, sharp claws unsheathed and ready to fight. The second set of arms were robotic like, matching Fulgore’s, and the third were long squid tentacles that resembled Callie’s hair. Suction cups at the end of them so they could be used to grab and hold things while the other hands fought. But the most horrifying portion of the new shape, was the many morphed faces that covered the entire body. The disfigured expressions of all of group members stared back at them, some squished, some pulled tightly, all of them with dead, white eyes. “Hand over the book!” The collective voices of the group sounded like the choir of Hell as they spoke.
Tenshi, from the background, was pretty much shaking in her boots at the moment, in sheer bewilderment of this mess of a monster before her and the others - made technically out of their own appearances, which makes it even worse! She stayed in the back for now, and heard the creature's demands for the book. The journal, she would assume. With that journal, as said, the Shape Shifter would be able to turn into anything within it's pages. Tenshi just stood there thinking what to do, but her thinking would be cut short when she suddenly spots the same creature making an advance.
However before the group could dare say a word, the monster charged. The many legs clacked against the hard floor of the laboratory as it rushed forward, quick for its size but nothing the more agile of the group couldn’t dodge.
Tenshi managed to be one of the people who avoided the sweeping leg(s), trying to slow down and analyse this... abomination. To see what it was up to. And what it could do. What it intended to do was obvious, try to get to the book, it looked pretty quick and was obviously enormous. "OK... Tenshi, think... Giant monster in front of you and several dozen others, and now it's even uglier than all of us combined. What do we do about this... There must be a weak spot... or several..." She thought aloud, finding her gaze to stop along the body's several arms and legs, mainly. But more so the arms.
The more human like arms that surrounded the Shape Shifter’s body, that matched those of the other members of the group, punched and clawed at the air and anyone who got too close.
Tenshi got an idea. As far as she knows, shapeshifters cannot abnormally regenerate, so if they can do some damage to this 'thing', maybe that will work. For now, she kept that to herself and regrouped from the distance to the rest of the group, intending to defend the book which the Shape Shifter seeks, holding her blade tightly and her gaze wavering slightly as she looked right at this beast. "Alright... Bring it on!" Be it foolish or not, she decided to charge on in at the Shape Shifter, trying her best to block attack after attack though the several arms sent her way - if any at all - would be far bigger than her blade, but she can at least delay it so the others can think of something! Or so she hopes they can; the only way they're going to get out of this mess anyways is to come up with something and pull it off! For now, Tenshi locks herself into battle and defending as best she can to stall the Shape Shifter. "Someone or several people better think of something to shut this thing up or down so we can walk out of here with what we came for! If I die, so be it; we shall get what we came for!" She said among the clash, hoping to get everyone's attention, if they can hear her to begin with...

Details
Link to CS: Here!
Hex Code: #2969B0
Status (physically): Fine
Status (mentally/emotionally): Terrified
Powers: Earth manipulation
Items: Sword of Hisou (formless and can see into spirits)
Course of action: Leroy Jenkins, stall for time
Interactions: @Nightwisher
Mentions: (Technically everyone)
Group: (I mean, pretty much everyone?)
 
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Tropicalpeacock

New Member
Miguel
Miguel took a step back in horror at the Shapeshifters newest and most horrifying form. It was a grotesque and horrible mixture of at least some part of everyone currently present, including all of there faces. The blonde Spaniard had never seen anything like it before. He froze as he frantically racked his brain on what to do next. Looking at the stick of dynamite in his hand, he threw it at the shapeshifter in a panic. Mustering up all of his courage, he ran forward and, despite the creatures size and power, did his best to punch and kick at the creature, dodging the incoming, flailing limbs and trying not to get in the way of his comrades. He was hanging in there until one of the monsters cat-like claws scratched him across the face and he fell back, yelping in pain. Blood dripped down his face as he took a moment to wipe it away before going back in to do his best to attack.


@Alpha007 @Sayo-Nara @LittleRedAssassin @SheepKing @Thepotatogod @BoltBeam @Sir Skrubbins @Chungchangching @Nightwisher @thatguyinthestore @Mr. Chip @Tamotsu @Crow @everyoneinthegroup
 

KnightLight

Epsilo Gamman
Epsilo Gamman

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A grin spread across the monster’s face as it tugged hard against the troll, freeing itself from Epsilo’s grasp and turning on Terminator huntress, it didn’t care about her son’s demands, it just wanted the Journal.
You grunted as the shape shifter escaped your grasp, growling in frustration. You almost had it too! Your arms hurt from the sudden strain, as you hadn't used them in quite a while.. but you'd probably be fine. You ready yourself to charge at the shape shifter, but before you can, it changes its form drastically.

Now, standing before the group, was a brand new monstrosity. With a large, long body -- and many, many legs -- the Shape-Shifter resembled a centipede, with half of it’s body upright to face the group; looking a bit like a cobra, but more insect than snake. Arms protruded all around monster, but six arms in particular were distinct, and came from its upright portion, all looking familiar. Epsilo’s large, muscular limbs rested at the top, closest to its head, however instead of hands like the troll, they had Julie’s cat paws, with large, sharp claws unsheathed and ready to fight. The second set of arms were robotic like, matching Fulgore’s, and the third were long squid tentacles that resembled Callie’s hair. Suction cups at the end of them so they could be used to grab and hold things while the other hands fought. But the most horrifying portion of the new shape, was the many morphed faces that covered the entire body. The disfigured expressions of all of group members stared back at them, some squished, some pulled tightly, all of them with dead, white eyes. “Hand over the book!” The collective voices of the group sounded like the choir of Hell as they spoke.
You freeze in horror at the new, Gog forsaken sight before you. It was an amalgam you could never imagine, something like a monstrous Horror Terror of sorts. You shiver a bit at the sight of your own face.. the eyes were visible on it, and had those of an Alternian Ghost... or so you've at least heard that the ghosts of trolls have white eyes. You had no real idea. But that didn't matter right now- you look around, and see one of the group members indeed had a book. You come to a realization that the book must be more important for a few reasons... and that you couldn't let the shape shifter get its hands on it.. even if it meant fighting some sort of disfigured part of yourself.

However before the group could dare say a word, the monster charged. The many legs clacked against the hard floor of the laboratory as it rushed forward, quick for its size but nothing the more agile of the group couldn’t dodge. Large troll arms swung left and right, aiming for the larger of the group and those who had attacked it already, namely Epsilo, Cole, Orbeck, and Fulgore. The robot arms swung at anyone who got close to its front as the Shape-Shifter tried to force its way through the group to get to Sarah. Only one of the long squid tentacles swung around, reaching for Julie, while the other was posed, ready to grab the woman or the Journal -- whichever was easiest. The more human like arms that surrounded the Shape Shifter’s body, that matched those of the other members of the group, punched and clawed at the air and anyone who got too close.
As one of the... 'troll' arms reached you, you countered with your own strength, by grabbing it again. It was a bit harder this time, but still you prayed you could do it. You tugged back, wrapping your arms entirely around the limb, and planted your feet. If this didn't stop the beast, you hoped it just slowed it down enough for the others to react. As the arm did have a massive cat claw on it, you got a bit scratched up. You grunt beastily, but stand your ground. You promised yourself you'd stop this thing at any cost, and you weren't stopping because of a few scratches!

@Nightwisher @Everyone @BunkerGangYeet​
 

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