The Return [/Finished/]

[Cameo]

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[bg=#000000][style=text-align:center;color:#911616; font-family: Mistral; font-size:15px; font-weight:heavy; letter-spacing:1pt;]Let’s pretend we don’t exist~ Let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica~[/style]

[bg=#000000][style=text-align:justify;padding:20px;font-size:8pt;color:#808A87;font-family:Times new roman;height:280px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical; overflow-y: auto;] Though his day was peaceful, Cameo felt uneasy; being away from the castle for too long always did that to him. He felt out of place almost everywhere else, but he tried his hardest not to let it show. He was currently on the main path to Castle Town, and by extent the castle. After tying up some affairs in a distant province, it felt nice to know that he would be back in his own bed soon enough. He watched the sun began to set as he walked, almost half way to his destination. He could probably get there in half the time if he ran at full speed, but that would probably draw too much attention. He had already taken of his cloak and mask and was now walking around in his normal clothing; a simple coat with some pants and his boots. As he walked, he occasionally felt the sheath of his sword bump into his leg; having them sheathed underneath his coat was always nice to keep them hidden until something dangerous actually happened. For a moment he stopped walking as his violet eyes were drawn to the setting sun. The very sight of it always made him feel nice, even though it seemed like this night would be a little colder than most. Running his fingers through his silver hair to push a few stray strands out of his line of vision, he directed his gaze back to the pathway and kept walking. Perhaps he could make it back before nightfall without running- if there were no distractions, of course. [/style]

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[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] "Shit." The hiss came from a figure perched atop medium-sized boulder, which had the unfortunate opportunity to serve as the Ainur's temporary throne. Hunting during the daytime was always a pain, not because it was a challenge (it really wasn't), but because of the fact that Koshkal was an unmotivated one, especially when the sun was up. A sour pout was hidden beneath her hat as she stared past the empty horizons with a look of boredom. Nothing, nothing. There was nothing. Nothing interesting, at least. And no food either. Even if she wanted to hunt, the only thing around for her to eat would likely be bugs and grass. Eating the few passerbys was out of the question as well. She breathed in the air, her crimson gaze appearing half-asleep. Had she not be slowly awakening to the steady dusk, there was a good chance she'd have fallen off of her rock. The sound of footsteps further evoked her, and the monster caught herself looking to the distance, seeing a figure walloping up the path. It was then the idea to entertain herself came to mind, and so she decided to play a game with this person, whomever happened to be her next victim. Steadying herself as she had been balancing on her toes, Koshkal quite nearly and abruptly threw herself onto the ground, keeping her hat intact, and sprawling out like... well, a person who had fainted, or was dead. Carefully and coolly, the monster exhaled a final breath, closing her eyes and dimming the beating of her own heart. It was a natural trick she had to learn, to erase her presence and life at will. Surely there was no way she would be missed. Let's see how you'll play this game. ooc // aye, a strange one, she is.

[Cameo]

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[bg=#000000][style=text-align:center;color:#911616; font-family: Mistral; font-size:15px; font-weight:heavy; letter-spacing:1pt;]Let’s pretend we don’t exist~ Let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica~[/style]

[bg=#000000][style=text-align:justify;padding:20px;font-size:8pt;color:#808A87;font-family:Times new roman;height:280px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical; overflow-y: auto;] Thoughts clouded Cameo's mind as he trudged along, as usual. Perhaps being a Caretaker had matured him to some degree. Perhaps he was trying to distract himself from his journey. Perhaps... well... perhaps he just had a lot to think about. Finding someone lost in thought wasn't exactly difficult, you know. Then again, neither was snapping someone out of said thoughtful trance. All it took for Cameo to come to his senses was the sight of... something. Wait no... someone. A person? Here? Why? More importantly, are they sprawled out on the ground? Why would... The realization hit him like a truck; this person had to be injured. It took all of his willpower to resist sprinting over at full speed; he hurried to the collapsed stranger at the pace of a regular human. Once he arrived, he took a moment to examine this person- female, most likely, but he could be wrong- he crouched down to get a closer look. He kept his wits about him; after all, whatever did this to her could still be in the area. His first reaction was to check for some sign of life. He hovered a hand over her mouth, just under her nose. If she's breathing it's much too light for me to tell. He then gently lifted her arm and checked her wrist for a pulse. "Again, nothing." He said aloud. As he looked her over, Cameo couldn't find any wounds. This would normally seem strange to him, but his concern momentarily overshadowed his judgement. CPR? No... It's either too early or too late for that... As he sat on his knees examining the stranger, he contemplated how to help her. [/style]

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[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Hmmm~ It was rather difficult to observe the reactions of others when your eyes were closed. All she could do was lay still and listen closely, although whomever she was trying to fool here was not a very noisy one. That must mean she was dealing with someone who was used to seeing such scenes, or perhaps they were just too calm for their own good. In other words, someone boring. Mentally, the wolfos frowned, considering maybe she should just "wake up" now and run away. It would be much better than getting caught, she supposed. Her arm was slowly lifted, and she could imagine a typical pulse check was happening, resisting the urge to see what kind of expression the person was making. Because sound obviously wasn't going to cut it for her, aside from the two words spoken, which revealed a good deal to her. Hidden beneath her hat, her ears flicked softly in recognition. From the vocalizations, Koshkal could assume the party was male, and young, maybe. Not younger than herself, but not much older either. Also from his actions, she could presume he at least was not cold enough to overlook a person on the ground. Running the different schematics through her mind, what if she made it a trap, and attacked the person while they were off-guard? If he an adventurer or merchant, he would definitely have some goods on his person. Yes... A very tempting idea. Maybe she would do that if the latter proved himself uninteresting enough. As usual, it depended on her mood. out-of-cake // heh. cpr probably would have earned a punch.

[Cameo]

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[bg=#000000][style=text-align:center;color:#911616; font-family: Mistral; font-size:15px; font-weight:heavy; letter-spacing:1pt;]Let’s pretend we don’t exist~ Let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica~[/style]

[bg=#000000][style=text-align:justify;padding:20px;font-size:8pt;color:#808A87;font-family:Times new roman;height:280px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical; overflow-y: auto;] There he was, sitting in the grass looking at some presumably dead girl he didn't even know. It was clear that he wouldn't make it back to the castle with time to spare, so he might as well focus on his possibly futile efforts to help this person. With no signs of breathing and a pulse too low to detect, Cameo was honestly baffled. Surely he couldn't just leave her here, right? She might still be alive, after all. Then again... he couldn't just pick her up. If she woke up he would look like a weirdo and a kidnapper. Suddenly, if only for a second, his childish side had a spark of dominance. He thought of something so ludicrous and unorthodox that would probably get him into some kind of trouble in the long run. In fact, it probably wouldn't even help at all. Especially if this girl was dead, or even close to death. His only other options were to leave her there (absolutely out of the question), give her CPR (physical contact with females made him feel awkward as is, so giving someone mouth-to-mouth would probably make matters worse), and carry her to Castle Town for medical help (too creepy). In the end the childish spark if ingenuity took first place on his list of options. As he leaned over to get a better look at the girl, he slowly raised his left arm. Slowly...slowly He eventually reached out and poked her in the side. Not the most professional plan, but it was the only thing he could thing of on such short notice. It's not like he jabbed her in the side or anything, it was just a simple poke to try and get a reaction. He also reasoned that some kind of vocal stimulation might help, so the poke was accompanied by an awkward, "...Hey." [/style]

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[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] . . . The hell. Was she just poked? Poked? Of all things, poked? She held back any sign of cringing at the motion; unlike any normal person, she wasn't very ticklish in her sides, but anyone would try to squirm or jump when poked in the side. At the same time, the latter gave a more or less casual greeting, which seemed to further perplex her and fuel her irateness. This isn't Sleeping Beast, you know. Was her silent response, accompanied by a mental sigh. It would seem this person had no other brilliant ideas. Imagine if this had been a real crisis. After waiting a slow moment, so as to not prove that his poke had done anything, Koshkal's sanguine eyes blinked open abruptly, an incredibly bored gaze in her expression as she finally caught a first glance at Sir Pokes-a-dead-person. Light hair, crimson eyes, and somewhere around her age. She could instantly presume that he was perhaps a sheikah, as she currently was. Staring in silence, she didn't move from her position laying on the ground, observing quietly until finally, she spoke. "Man, you're hella boring, did you know that?" She commented, somewhat dryly, taking in a breath before exhaling deeply. Contrary to the state she had been in only seconds ago, the monster appeared completely and perfectly fine, aside from her paler-than-average complexion, which was thanks to her true nature as a white wolfos, as she would like to say. Or in most cases, because she was a sheikah, but it didn't matter. But whatever. Now that she had revealed her stunt to be a trick, she would at least hopefully have the privilege of seeing his reaction to that. out-of-cake // going by your cs, so correct me if i'm wrong. d(owo)

[Cameo]

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[bg=#000000][style=text-align:center;color:#911616; font-family: Mistral; font-size:15px; font-weight:heavy; letter-spacing:1pt;]Let’s pretend we don’t exist~ Let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica~[/style]

[bg=#000000][style=text-align:justify;padding:20px;font-size:8pt;color:#808A87;font-family:Times new roman;height:280px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical; overflow-y: auto;] As Cameo waited, he placed his hands on top of his knees and sat quietly. It quickly grew apparent that his poke had done absolutely nothing, not that it logically should have, so the need to seek medical help was immediately present. Still scared by the whole mouth-to-mouth thing, he decided that the only option left was to carry this girl to town. Just as he was hovering over her preparing to pick her up... she opened her eyes. It goes without saying that this would shock just about anyone, and Cameo was no different. While he didn't do anything outrageous like flip backwards and draw his sword, he did fall back and land on his rear. He looked, speechless, at the now perfectly fine female in front of him. ... A joke? Not only that, but she even spoke to him, and not in the nicest tone either. "Man, you're hella boring, did you know that?" With that said, He began to grow irritated. Why on earth would someone do that? It's not like there were many ways he could react, so he just sighed and clenched his fists. After taking a moment to regain his composure, he decided to speak up. "I'm not boring, I was just focused. It's not everyday I find someone dead on the side of the road, you know." Cameo said, childishly pouting. He wasn't boring. He might be a little quieter around those he doesn't know, but he definitely wasn't boring. Now that this strange person seemed fine, he took a quick second to assess her appearance. She looked like she was the same race as him, but he may very well be wrong. All in all he decided not to put much thought into it. [/style]

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[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Koshkal tried to restrain herself from laughing out loud as the young male fell over. Looks like she managed to get some sort of reaction out of him after all. A slight one, but still a sign that he wasn't completely and utterly unemotional. There was hope after all~ Hope for him, that is. Rather than just lay there unprepared for a sudden attack (if he was that kind of person), the Wolfos briskly sat up, sweeping her feet beneath her so that she was back into that same crouching position, balancing herself with a hand on the ground. Just as a safety precaution... A good getaway plan was never a bad thing. As she did this, her eyes brightened as they duly noted the clenched fist. Ah, so she was getting somewhere through that thick skull. Her attention shifted back to his face, as he spoke again, and she tugged the edge of her cap (It was a bad habit now, wasn't it?). "Hoh~?" She returned the defiant retort with a challenging tone. It didn't seem as though she would explain herself, either. "If you say so," A small smirk danced across her mouth, ignoring the gesture as she made her own, moving a finger to her lips as though in mild thought. "Then again, I guess poking a dead body isn't that boring." Her mind slowly went on to question how to test this matter. What if she ended up straight out attacking him, just for fun? Flickering to the stranger, she could easily note he was likely skilled at combat, especially if he was a sheikah as he appeared. But on the other hand... She licked her lips. She was a monster, and additionally had her own weapons. Not counting her hidden racials, that would be the two pairs of blades at each side, criss-crossed over one another at the hilt. Yes, if some dilemma arose, she had a good amount of confidence she could escape perfectly or nearly unscathed. But that would be underestimating her opponent now.

[Cameo]

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[bg=#000000][style=text-align:center;color:#911616; font-family: Mistral; font-size:15px; font-weight:heavy; letter-spacing:1pt;]Let’s pretend we don’t exist~ Let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica~[/style]

[bg=#000000][style=text-align:justify;padding:20px;font-size:8pt;color:#808A87;font-family:Times new roman;height:280px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical; overflow-y: auto;] Just who was this girl? More importantly, why would she play dead like that? Actually, her reasoning seemed fairly noticeable; she obviously had her own unique sense of humor. Even so, her actions made Cameo a little uneasy. For all he knew, this could all have been some ambush, lying in wait for someone gullible. If that were the case, he should probably make the first move... but what if she was just some random girl having fun? Attacking was definitely out of the question. As she sat up in front of him, even more questions were brought to his attention. But rather than ponder them aimlessly, the white-haired boy attentively listened to girl speak. With the way she spoke it was rather obvious that she was having a little too much fun with this. He was glad, in a way, because that helped him try to push the ambush idea away. He was able to relax a bit and let his guard down- probably not his best decision. Well, if she was going to use this encounter as a form of amusement, so was he. "Hey, I could have immediately tried giving you CPR. That wouldn't have been boring in the slightest~" Even as the words were passing his lips he wanted to cringe. The very thought of physical contact with this girl he didn't even know made him feel so... awkward. He managed to bottle up that awkwardness for the time being, however, so he could add a cocky tone to his words. [/style]

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[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Few people ever understood her light-hearted and deviant attitude. There were many things that would not be wise to laugh at, yet she laughed at them anyways, not because she thought it was funny, but usually because she was interested in the faces people would make at her, or the actions they would take. So in reality, the monster was intrigued by people, despite the fact they had tried to kill her, and had already managed to kill and skin her parents. It was just the circle of life. They couldn't find a way, and therefore, game over. She looked to the other teen, her eyes inquiring but saying nothing. Will today be your game over? Or shall it be mine? Then it turned into some kind of verbal battle. A challenge, was it? Or she took it as one. If anything, he was likely confused, so why not further add-on to it? She laughed at his words, a sharp glint in her gaze. "Doing so would have earned you a nice punch, but it would have been interesting to see, a boy locking lips with a boy~ . . ." Unless he swung that way. She wouldn't have known. In her time as a human--nay, a sheikah or a minish--the wolfos quickly discovered that gender confusion was the easiest to taunt people with. Being the oddity she was, she graciously, very graciously, took advantage of that, and could have cared less whether people actually thought her to be male or female. Still, there was a chance that perhaps the latter was more perceptive than she was assuming, and caught on to the fact she was truly a girl. She may have died inside a little bit, particularly of laughter as she waited for a reaction, and in the end, Koshkal concluded that perhaps it would not be anyone's dead end. out-of-cake // pondering whether if koshkal's gender would have made the awkwardness better or worse either way. xD

[Cameo]

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[bg=#000000][style=text-align:center;color:#911616; font-family: Mistral; font-size:15px; font-weight:heavy; letter-spacing:1pt;]Let’s pretend we don’t exist~ Let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica~[/style]

[bg=#000000][style=text-align:justify;padding:20px;font-size:8pt;color:#808A87;font-family:Times new roman;height:280px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical; overflow-y: auto;] Cameo felt like he had won during the silence after he was done speaking, but it was cut short. Oh so short. And not just by the ...boy's... voice, but by...his... response. Of course this caught Cameo off guard, hell, it probably would have thrown anyone for a loop, but he refused to let his sudden surprise show on his face. After all, that would probably make this into a rather short battle, if you could even call it that. Could the stranger really be telling the truth? Now that he thought about it, Cameo thought that he/she might actually be a boy. Wait... no... she was just trying to get into his head... right? It's not often that his first impressions on people were wrong, and even less so when it comes to their very genders. He mentally shook his head for a second; getting distracted by such matters would cost him in the long run, so it was best to just put his thoughts aside for now. He tried his best to put on a coy smirk. "I'm sure it would be a punch I could take." The first part of his response was easy to formulate; it was a legitimate answer, after all. The second part, however, troubled him a bit. None the less, he said it without hesitation to keep up an arrogant front. "Would it really be that interesting? Lips are lips, after all, no matter who they belong to." Ouch. It literally pained him to say that statement. Of course lips weren't just lips. Those lips belonged to a stranger. And a ...boy... no less. Still, Cameo felt stubbornness swell up inside him, and he was determined to win this. Well... whatever 'this' was. [/style]

[bg=#000000][style=color:#911616;font-family:Monotype Corsiva; text-align:center; font-size:15pt;]Let’s pretend we don’t exist~[/style]

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[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Had the hidden smirk in the depths of her mentality ever vanished? She thought not. A watchful eye on the boy, she saw no signs of surprise or shock, but she suspected maybe he caught on to their little game. Excellent. It was fun when someone played her game and didn't know it, but it was all the more better when they knew. She tilted her head slightly in question, as she awaited a response, and upon finally receiving one, a smug look developed on her pale face. Hmph. Everyone she encountered always assumed she was weak. Well, she supposed that was true, but that didn't mean she wasn't lethal. Whether he could take or not wasn't the question, but whether it would throw him off from performing CPR. "Ahahaaa, trying to take back what you say, are you?" She challenged as he finished, holding out both hands at her sides as she shrugged. "It was you who suggested CPR would not be boring, after all~" Lips are lips, hmm? She smiled dauntingly. "I hope you're not welcoming me to test that out." Of course, if he was, she wasn't going to do that herself, no. If she had to, she would drag him all the way back to town and find someone to test it with. Oh, how terrible that would be for him, wouldn't it. Koshkal chuckled a little bit, shaking her head briskly. "I kid, I kid," She finally said, but what she was kidding about was not clarified. Nor did she have any plans to specify. It was up to him to decide what was a lie and what wasn't. Slowly, the wolfos rose to her feet, and held a hand out to her newest companion, in greeting and in assistance, in case he didn't want to dawdle on his rear for the rest of the night. "They call me Koshkal," She said, lightly snapping her free hand in the male's direction. "And you, Sir Lips-a-lot?" The nickname made little sense, but she never intended for it to. out-of-cake // >xD

[Cameo]

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[bg=#000000][style=text-align:center;color:#911616; font-family: Mistral; font-size:15px; font-weight:heavy; letter-spacing:1pt;]Let’s pretend we don’t exist~ Let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica~[/style]

[bg=#000000][style=text-align:justify;padding:20px;font-size:8pt;color:#808A87;font-family:Times new roman;height:280px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical; overflow-y: auto;] Too late did Cameo realize that he had contradicted himself. In a near-futile attempt to save himself, he haughtily stated, "It wouldn't be interesting in the slightest for myself, but you probably would have enjoyed it~" It was quickly apparent that he was going to lose this battle of the ... erm ... wits. Especially when he/she, he still wasn't quite sure, brought up actually testing if his words were true. He mentally submitted, an awkward, embarrassed look creeping over his face. "Well... I'm not.... I just..." His outburst of jumbled, quietly spoken words made his surrender quite obvious. It goes without saying that Cameo was relieved when the victor of their verbal clash had said they were kidding, but he couldn't help but notice that they weren't being very specific. None the less, he accepted his/her assistance as he pulled himself up, taking a short moment to shake his/her hand. Then again, maybe he should have bowed or something; Cameo was terrible at introducing himself. He listened to the stranger... Koshkal's nickname for him and disregarded it for the time being so he could reply. "They call me plenty of things." He started; not that he would list any of them. A lot of his 'names' involved his role as a Caretaker, and he didn't like that information getting out. "But I mainly go by Cameo." Falling silent and waiting for a reply, he thought about his name for a minute. It was rather strange, even in a place like Hyrule. [/style]

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[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] The Ainur took the stumble as a sign of victory, and she burst out laughing briefly. "Regardless, I believe that's a point for me," She commented, a look of contentedness on her face, in comparison to the flustered one on her opponent's. Had she turned this into a battle of the fittest, perhaps he would have gotten a point, who knew. But a game was never over; especially the game of life. Still, despite her somewhat pompous and irritable attitude, Koshkal was not one to rub a loss in someone's face for the rest of their living days. Even she knew there were lines she wasn't to cross, and she especially would have eaten the face of whomever dared to do such a thing to her. After graciously lifting her comrade to his feet with a brief handshake, the wolfos placed a hand on a hip, again subconsciously tugging down at the edge of her hat. "Okay, Mister Plenty of Things," She nodded proudly, as it would seem she had decided that would now be among his many names he claimed to have. "Cameo reminds me of camouflage. Sneaky and deadly. I like it." Even at her young age, and the fact she was a monster, the wolfos was aware it was an actual word, yet she was simple digressing. After a moment, the teen seemed to change the subject. "Where might you be heading, Plenty of Things, before you stumbled upon an oh, so wonderful near-dead body lying on the path?" She questioned, mostly out of curiosity than anything, and the fact that she most definitely had time to kill. Always.

[Cameo]

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[bg=#000000][style=text-align:center;color:#911616; font-family: Mistral; font-size:15px; font-weight:heavy; letter-spacing:1pt;]Let’s pretend we don’t exist~ Let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica~[/style]

[bg=#000000][style=text-align:justify;padding:20px;font-size:8pt;color:#808A87;font-family:Times new roman;height:280px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical; overflow-y: auto;] As the boy/girl... oh hell, Cameo would just assume she was indeed a female for the sake of his inner monologue... spoke, he couldn't help but smirk when she spoke about his name. Sneaky and deadly? If only she knew the half of it. As she asked her question, he decided to reveal as little information as possible. He had nothing against her, no, he just didn't like people knowing too much about him immediately after meeting him. And maybe he held a slight grudge about how she made him feel awkward as all hell five minutes ago, but that was irrelevant. "I was on my way back to Castle Town." He answered, looking at the mostly set sun. "What were you doing before you oh so wonderfully decided to play dead?" Cameo felt that returning nearly the same question was appropriate, and finding out as much as he could about this girl would be nice. He was such a hypocrite, to be honest; he hates disclosing information about himself, but he loves collecting information on other people. Perhaps if they talked more he would eventually tell her all about himself, but that was much too distant to predict right now. [/style]

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