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  1. [IC: Timak, Ga-Koro] Timak let Kimala put them back on the chair, looking at her with equal parts admiration and remorse at needing to be handled so. Of course, in their inebriated state, this came across as likely the most awkward stare Kimala had ever received. They took the handkerchief - marvelling at how this piece of fabric had appeared, wondering what other tricks Kimala may have up her sleeves - and offered a meek "thank you". As they began vigorously rubbing their mask with it, they were mildly conscious of the fact that this was not something they had ever done before... but it kinda felt nice...
  2. [IC: Timak, Ga-Koro] Timak waited for the tea. No chance they were trying the fruit raw, especially after seeing the absolute state of Nichou on the floor over there. Taking a cup, and thanking Ranok, they took the first sip, finding it quite relaxing. They settled down further in the chair, slouching, propping their head against the back in preparation for a nice chillout session - and hopefully some remembering. That was the main excitement held in the tea - they were pretty sure they'd heard it could restore some memories of forgotten events... They took a shaky second sip, hoping for the best: an epiphany that explained how they really became a Toa and why. Maybe some nice memories of their home island (wherever that was) would be a bonus. After the third sip Timak was feeling notably un-remembery. "This tea is doing nothing," scoffed the gangly-limbed Toa, sprawled out on the chair with arms akimbo and spine all but horizontal. Then they simply chugged the rest of the cup. It wasn't even that hot. A few more minutes passed, and after watching the snoozing onu-matoran and taking part in idle chatter with the rest of the room for a while, Timak was in need of some fresh air. So they got up. The legs didn't move. I said: They got up. Nope. Sorry! Our code monkeys are working very hard to fix this problem. Timak slumped even further down in the chair, and thought to theirself. Why is my head thumping so loudly? This feels just like that time back in secondary school when I fell down the stairs on the way to the front door. God that was a weird day. Andrew turned up and we had the most normal afternoon, and then we went upstairs and found those Bionicle masks on the floor. And then we put them.. on... our noses? And then it grew and covered my face and turned me into a Toa, and then we got sucked through a weird swamp-coloured portal into a poorly-rendered 3D forest... Karz, I knew I had misremembered something. Wait, no, that can't be right, I was a matoran, not a.. squeaky pink flesh golem. Where the karz did that come from? And where is my mask, anyway? They started crawling around on the floor, looking for it (though it was still on their face! ah, relatable). "Hey guys have you seen my mask? I just remembered I'm supposed to polish it today... "
  3. [IC: Siika - Ko-Wahi] Siika was halfway up the mountainside when she realised she needed something to actually trade for the supplies she needed. Thankfully she knew there was a river nearby, and that the fish would be migrating upstream this time of year. What luck! She took a minor detour and found herself at the source of the musical trickling, watching for the familiar glint of fish moving beneath the rushing waters. She crouched low, her piercing blue eyes watching intently, her spear-hand slowly rising... then with a jolt of sudden movement, the spear was sticking out of a fish nearby. She smiled. Still got it. Maybe she didn't need the extra fishing net and bait after all. ... The next day, Siika arrived in Ko-Koro with 3 large fresh fish in her sack. She wandered through the quiet marketplace, heading for the stall she knew well. The owner easily spotted her towering figure before she had a chance to greet him first, and rolled his eyes. Doesn't she know this is the worst city on the whole island to sell fish? Nobody wants to eat that up here, they want hot, warming meals.... "Koreko! My old friend." Siika flashed a sharp-toothed grin. That's an overstatement... "Here I am again, with the finest fish your stall has seen this week!" she said, putting on her best saleswoman voice. "Try the only fish my stall has seen..." mumbled the aging ko-matoran. "I will trade you these three fine fish for a new net and a parcel of mealworms", offered the Skakdi. "Look, Siika, this is... rough for me but I just can't sell your fish. Last week I only sold one, and the others stunk out my store room before I had chance to throw them out." "What?? Clearly you weren't trying hard enough to sell them? What else am I supposed to do, huh? Big girl like me, I can't craft fine things like you or do anything else worth money. Fishing's all I got!" She shifted the weight of the shield on her back, the scar on her shoulder swimming over the rippling muscles beneath. "...that, and pummeling." "Okay! Alright, I'll take them, but you're only getting the mealworms." "WHAT?!" The sounds of their continued argument echoed about the marketplace, no doubt drawing a few stares. ooc: @Geardirector one buff skakdi, loud, proud, and ready for noticing, senpai tune in next year to catch the next thrilling instalment of Siika Does Something™
  4. [IC: Timak, Ga-koro Industrial district] Timak sat on the side of a lilypad gangway, dangling their feet in the water, staring at the reflections on the waves as the situation unfolded behind them. When the scuffle in the warehouse had resolved, and everyone first came outside, Timak had congratulated Kimala and Lapu on their expert handling of the stone ape, and then quietly drifted over here, where they had sat ever since. They just didn't feel connected to the situation somehow. Thinking back, they knew they had originally signed up to help out the group of Matoran based on some latent sense of Toa honor, but seeing how things happened back there... they were uncertain. These Matoran were perfectly capable of handling themselves. None of them besides Ranok had even spoken to him since the first meeting inside the Great Takea. Was Timak simply intruding and the Matoran were just humoring him? ... No. Eita had invited him over to the table back then... The grey Toa's hunched figure almost seemed as if it would keel over into the water simply by the force of their downward thought spiral, but they were snapped out of it when they overheard Hakari's comment. Try some?? The thought had never even occurred to Timak that the boon of their recent exploits could be shared. Swept to their feet by sudden overwhelming curiosity, they bounded over to the group. "Wait, we're trying the cactus?! Can I try some too?" ooc: @Harvali @ARROW404 @Mel @Lady Takanuva @Tarn @BULiK @~Xemnas~ @BBBBalta @Umbraline Yumiwa @Snelly
  5. IC: Timak, Shady Warehouse Arriving at the ape's rear side, Timak noticed Kimala had no time to actually carry through with the plan they mentioned, and it seemed she noticed that too. They watched as the Toa of Crystal's mask glowed, heralding a display of telekinetic power Timak had never seen until now. The ape was hovering there in front of them, looking very bewildered with its current predicament, vines trailing off it haphazardly as the Lesterin seemingly began to lose control of it. Timak took the initiative whilst the beast was incapacitated, and ran about beneath the flailing ape, slashing at the vines with their vibro-blade. The final few dangling tendrils were severed with a single arcing sweep as the Toa slid in a spinning motion beneath the beast's front legs, and continued onwards toward the warehouse door. "I'll make sure Ranok is safe!" they called over their shoulder. With this brief glance back, they spotted the Lesterin cowering beneath the two small silhouettes of Eita and Kanohi, and Hakari's larger form. They added a furtive addendum to their call - "Try not to implicate me in any murders while my back is turned!" - then headed out the door. "Hey, Ranok," said the Toa in a hushed tone, breathing a little hard from the recent exercise, "nice idea with the whistling. The ape liked your tune so much it decided to come backstage, so to speak... seems like the other Toa have that handled now, though." They rested a firm yet gentle hand on their Matoran kin. "You alright?" ooc: @ARROW404 @Snelly @Harvali@Lady Takanuva @Tarn @BULiK @Umbraline Yumiwa @Mel @BBBBalta @~Xemnas~
  6. IC: Timak, Shady warehouse Timak appreciated the appearance from Kimala, but now both Toa were to the side of the group and not doing a whole lot of defending. Just as Timak was about to try running back into the middle, they heard a whistling noise from outside. An ally of the lesterin's perhaps? That couldn't be right. The ape was ignoring the matoran now, which meant this whistle was intended to disrupt... but now it was wandering toward the new source of the whistling. A quick survey of the scene brought the young Toa the answer they needed. Of course! Ranok. He must have stayed outside to keep watch. Leave it to a De-Matoran to figure out the whistling trick - Timak made note to commend him on that, later. Turning to Kimala, the gray Toa spoke for the first time since the Lesterin appeared. "Looks like the ape is distracted, but now there's nothing between him and Ranok outside the door, and the distance is closing. I suggest one of us gets between the ape and the group, and the other goes between him and Ranok. Then the ape will be pinned between us and will have nowhere to go." Assuming Kimala agreed, and being too impatient to wait for confirmation, Timak set off to stealthily assume the point between the ape and the main group, hoping they weren't noticeable with its back turned. This left the space between the ape and the door to Kimala. They readied their vibro-blade and waited for her to make the next move. ooc: @ARROW404 @Snelly @Harvali@Lady Takanuva @Tarn @BULiK @Umbraline Yumiwa @Mel @BBBBalta @~Xemnas~
  7. [IC: Timak, The Shady Warehouse] Timak saw Kimala's instruction, very cleverly engraved upon her blade so as to keep the notion from the enemy. This was the sort of inventive thing the Toa would need to learn to think of in the moment, they told themselves. To be always ready to face any situation with cunning and wit. They reached out with their senses, trying to pinpoint the location of the voice. They found it, without too much trouble - sound was still sound, after all. Knowing they would only have one chance to use this to their advantage, Timak gave a pointed look to the Toa of Crystal - eyes determined, with a slight smile of confirmation, and a glance toward the location they had detected. Then, without further warning, the grey Toa turned on the spot, and leaped from a standing start, arcing over the group of matoran into the leafy shadows, right on top of the spot that the sound had originated from. They silently congratulated themselves on their lucky spurt of flawless gymnastics, before realising that the space they had landed in was empty. No lesterin to be found. Timak wheeled around, swinging their sword in an arc in case they had misjudged the location slightly, but only leaves collided with the blade. Realising the danger of being split from the pack, in the shadows, surrounded by unseen vines, they looked back towards the centre of the group, once again to Kimala. Though this time, the two orange-gold lights visible in the shadows were wide with panic. ooc: @Harvali @ARROW404 @Mel @Lady Takanuva @Tarn @BULiK @~Xemnas~ @BBBBalta @Umbraline Yumiwa @Snelly
  8. [IC: Timak - The Shady Werehouse] With their sword amplifying their sense for nearby vibrations, the whistle was louder to Timak and quite startling. Before they had the chance to pinpoint the origin of the noise, another sound permeated the thick, humid air of the plant-filled space. Timak was the first to notice it, the rustling. Eyes wide, they whirled to try and pinpoint the source - but it was everywhere. Nobody to be seen, just endless plants and shadows. And the plants were moving. Unable to do anything about Ranok, being so far from the door, they now stood in the centre of the huddled matoran, eyed darting around, looking for an enemy and finding none. Until - a new vibration came through the floor into the balls of the Toa's poised feet - the footsteps of a large beast. As it emerged from the shadowy foliage, Timak looked to Kimala. For all their bravado, their experience was still nothing when it came to dangerous situations. Their eyes said the words that never made it out of their mouth, the expression growing ever more intense as the beast spoke: What do we do?! ooc: @ARROW404 @Snelly @Harvali@Lady Takanuva @Tarn @BULiK @Umbraline Yumiwa @Mel @BBBBalta @~Xemnas~
  9. [IC: Timak, The Shady Warehouse] Timak quietly followed the rest of the group as Ranok led them across the Koro. They wanted to make conversation, to get to know their fellow travellers better, but couldn't think of anything to say that didn't seem overly obtrusive or impolite, so they kept their mouth shut. On their approach, they easily picked up on the uneasy vibes from the rest of the team and, sensing the need for stealth, they decided to use the sound bubble ability they had practiced earlier - a shield around the group, preventing any of their quiet conversations or footfalls from being heard more than a few feet away. Then, finally feeling suitably prepared, they drew their dual-bladed sword with a faint hum, which faded into silence to anybody else (except perhaps Ranok, who might have still heard an incredibly faint whine). Feeling its silent song running along their fingers, the Toa of Sonics would be able to sense surrounding vibrations amplified through it, even from outside the dampening bubble. Nothing would take this wary, jumped-up young Toa by surprise today. They followed with the group, directly behind Nara, until the cactus came into view. "Wow... That's it? That's the shortest quest I've ever been on, and I've only been here a day" - they whispered to the nearby matoran. ooc: @ARROW404 @Snelly @Harvali@Lady Takanuva @Tarn @BULiK @Umbraline Yumiwa @Mel @BBBBalta @~Xemnas~
  10. @Geardirector maybe we could pick up the idea we had with Siika meeting Mar in ko-koro if you have the bandwidth?
  11. [IC: Timak, Ga-Koro] The Toa looked over the group once more, doing their best to remember everyone's faces. It definitely wasn't going to work. "So... we go to help Kanohi find this creepy plant Lesterin guy. Great! Where do we start?" said Timak, shifting from foot to foot in anticipation. This conversation had gone on just about long enough for their liking, and they were itching to do something. Not least, they were quite excited to see more of the island, having only seen Ga-Koro itself since washing up on the beach half-drowned and amnesiac. What a day it had been. ooc: @ARROW404 @Snelly @Harvali@Lady Takanuva @Tarn @BULiK @Umbraline Yumiwa @Mel @BBBBalta @~Xemnas~
  12. [IC Timak, Ga-Koro] Timak looked around at the group, bemused. There seemed to be a few different conversations happening at once, none of which they understood. Added to the fact the weather had been doing weird things, made the novice Toa a little fidgety, eager to move on. "So, uh.. you all seem to know each other, huh? That's a pretty weird coincidence." They looked down at the strange mis-matched collection of kanohi and colours. "But, I guess we have bigger mysteries to solve. Such as, where to even find this creepy .. Lesterin? What even is a Lesterin? ... and what are we gonna even do when or if we do find them." They thought for a moment, then looked to Eita specifically. "Hey, wait a minute, I thought you said we were gonna be looking for a special cactus?" @~Xemnas~ @Harvali @BULiK @BBBBalta @ARROW404 @Mel @Lady Takanuva @Tarn @Umbraline Yumiwa
  13. [IC: Timak, Eita's Group, Ga-Koro] "Hey, what's going on, Timak?" Timak flinched. How long had it been, a few seconds, minutes, hours? They had been comfort-staring at the sky and had to force themselves to blink and shut their slackened jaw. "buh.. what?" "Who are all these people?" "Um.. I don't know..." - the Toa stood slowly, looking around at the converging group of assorted strangers. One with a confusing array of wooden kanohi all over their body - but Timak thought they saw kind eyes behind one of them - accompanied by a large figure covered in ... tree bark? And another tall blue-green person who did not quite look like a Toa. Altogether a very confusing group. And then there was the other trio - A green Matoran carrying instruments (Timak made a mental note to investigate those later), a stout Onu-Matoran, and a mysterious black-masked Matoran in a cloak. Thankfully simpler to parse. After attempting to take all this in, Timak simply rebounded the question forward. "Who are you all?" ooc: wow that's a lotta peeps. lemme just copy all those tags... @ARROW404 @Snelly @Harvali@Lady Takanuva @Tarn @BULiK @Umbraline Yumiwa @Mel @BBBBalta @~Xemnas~
  14. [IC: Timak, The Great Takea] The lithe Toa stood up and stretched. Their subconsciously-maintained passive resistance to noise was wearing thin, causing them to look unfocused and dazed as they fought against sensory overload. "It's getting way too noisy in here," - they massaged their temples with the thumb and middle finger of one large slender hand, partly for genuine relief, partly for emphasis - "I think I'm gonna step outside for a while. Let me know when we're moving out, I'll be just outside the door." The few steps back to the door felt as though they were being made by somebody else's feet, and Timak was just a passenger in their own head, being cradled by their subconscious coping mechanisms until the body found a safe space to recover. As a Matoran, this kind of thing had happened a lot more frequently, they suddenly recalled. Clearly the transformation to Toa had improved their already-practiced tolerance somewhat, but the limit was still there, as they had just discovered. They stepped outside and took a deep breath of fresh air, sitting down on the lilypad floor with their back against the wall of the tavern, hugging their knees. They looked up at the residents of Ga-Koro, now all taller than the Toa in varying amounts, and gazed past their forest of legs and torsos at the calm sky beyond. ooc: Kanohi, Hakari and Lapu may bump into Timak here, however they wouldn't know Timak is in on the quest yet, of course. @ARROW404 @~Xemnas~ @Lady Takanuva @Snelly @Harvali @Tarn
  15. Timak greeted the three of them, smiling. "Wow! Maybe I should explode cans more often if it gets me friends this quickly." they said with a playful smirk. "Kimala I recognise, of course. Nice to meet you again after losing you at the Akiri's hut. Is she still staring at that Rahkshi corpse?" Turning to Nara and Nale, they took each of their hands and shook gently. "The pleasure is mine, friends. I'm Timak." "I hope I can be of use to your team, but as Kimala knows, I'm very much new to the Toa game. But - " they drew their twin-bladed vibrosword and gave it a thrumming flair of sonic energy - "I am itching to see what this can really do in a fight. Of course, on the other hand... I hope we don't need to." @Tarn @Lady Takanuva @ARROW404 @~Xemnas~
  16. Had to include this classic timak moment @~Xemnas~ @ARROW404
  17. [IC: Timak, the Great Takea] Timak sat up, turning towards the voice of Eita. Finally, a chance to prove themself! "Wow!" they said, "I was so sure I had just condemned myself to a lifetime of ridicule for that introduction... Of course I'll help! I am still trying to work out why I'm even on this island, so maybe I'll find out on the way.." a pause. "As for elemental powers, I can control Sonics!" They leaned over the bar, reaching a lanky arm around, and pulled out the closest sealed drink receptacle they could reach. They held it in front of them proudly. "Watch this!" A hum sounded from the bottle/can/whatever it was, as it began to vibrate, and slowly buckle outwards, before exploding with a loud fizzy POP. ooc: @~Xemnas~
  18. [IC: Timak, The Great Takea] After a few long seconds of silence and awkward glances, they slumped and moved quietly to the bar. Clearly, things are not as they once were in the old tales of heroes Timak used to hear as a young matoran. Taking a stool, they sat and listened to the barkeep as she made a show of opening up an entire wall of the establishment. The Toa watched with slack-jawed appreciation. Then she mentioned the dragon. Wait... THAT's what I was going to investigate with Toa Leah right before the submarine got attacked! they thought. Toa Leah... Oops. Maybe I should've waited to see what she had to say about the whole situation before wandering-- Their thought spiral was cut short by the dragon itself popping up right outside the newly-opened entrance. Timak remembered its demeanour to be mostly honourable (as it seemed, anyway), but they couldn't help tensing up. A wary hand rested over the hilt of their sword, as they watched attentively. @Vezok's Friend @otter @~Xemnas~ @Emzee @Void Emissary I don't have any idea who is actually likely to be interested in what Timak's doing
  19. IC: Timak, Ga-Koro Timak smiled at the Commodore's words. "Thank you, ma'am. I've learned a lot in the last couple of hours, that's for sure." Still distracted, they moved as if to leave, but then caught themself in time to turn back and offer a proper goodbye. "I hope your people find strength and peace here, Commodore. I'm going to see what I can do to help the matoran here. May our paths cross again soon." And with a subdued wave, they turned back to the busy Koro and left. Having stated their mission, though, Timak immediately found themself wondering how they could possibly find a way to help without individually asking each matoran they stumbled into. Wandering the streets for a while, their eye was caught by a structure different to the rest, and though the place didn't look exactly like anything Timak had seen before, they could see enough common themes to make the connection. 'It's a pub! Like the ones back home!' they thought. 'Perhaps the patrons in there will be looking for help. Many people from different walks of life go to find respite from their troubles in a pub...' And so they went in, eyeing the sign above the door as they entered. 'The Great Takea. Snappy name.' Standing in the doorway, they were immediately overwhelmed by a far more diverse selection of characters than they had expected to encounter. At a loss, but still energised with the desire to prove themself, their brain stumbled on to a characteristically clumsy solution. "Ah-hem.... " Timak cleared their throat, waiting for eyes to point their way, before continuing loudly. "I am a newly arrived Toa. I pledge myself to the matoran of this island, and anyone who needs help, I am at your service." @Vezok's Friend ooc: Timak is open for interaction (preferably from imminently adventure-bound matoran)...
  20. [IC: Timak, Ga-Koro] Timak noticed the Commodore approaching and picked themself off the ground, still rubbing their head gingerly. "Thanks Ma'am. It would've been a lot more nifty if it hadn't given me this pounder of a headache... I guess I need to ease myself into the new elemental stuff. No idea where my limits are yet." They gave a small groan and slumped slightly, holstering their sonic blade. After a quick glance back to the Ryuu with an exasperated puff, they continued. "I figured a sinking ship was worth telling Toa Leah about, regardless of allegiance, and since she was so quick to dive in, I felt ok with helping out too. But the voice of the attacker on the ship... that had to be a Toa, right? I put my blind trust in Leah simply because she's a Toa, and yet there's other Toa around here doing stuff like that! I've been following people around looking for someone to teach me how to really be a Toa on this island... but maybe I should be more careful about the people I get involved with..." Timak turned to look back into Ga-Koro. "There are so many more faces here than I ever remember seeing back where I came from, and if some Toa aren't putting the Matoran first, then I guess they need all the help they can get. I should see what I can do to help the Matoran here..." OOC: @Vezok's Friend Timak is open for interaction
  21. cool now to figure out the search terms to catch myself up... If you want, one of them could bump into Timak and "hire" them (they're naïve enough to just go with, i think) or if Timak overhears them worrying about the adventure, they might offer to join since they have a bit of an inadequacy complex and "protecting" matoran satisfies that probably
  22. Ooh, could you by any chance give me a quick rundown on what they're doing so far? I've seen bits of it happening but I haven't had the bandwidth to keep up with that plotline and/or who's involved in it, sorry.
  23. Anybody wanna whisk young Timak away on an "adventure"? Currently incapacitated after being a telephone too hard...!
  24. [IC: Timak, Ga-Koro pier] Timak was still standing there, one arm outstretched to the Commodore, the other holding their sword towards the Ryuu. The strain was showing quite obviously now, both arms trembling, jaw clenched in a grimace of determination... and the conversation carried on... adding to the growing headache that pulsed behind their eyes. The guy attacking the ship is just... chatting? Surely the Commodore has heard enough by now... The stupidity of the moment was the last straw for the exhausted De-Toa and they blurted out the thought that had been rattling around in their skull along with the throbbing pain. Their usually calm and feathery voice came out as a hoarse grunt through their gritted teeth - "You try to steal a military vessel manned by powerful foreign psychics, alone, and expect them not to kill you over it? What kind of idiot are you? .. Even with Aeragot's help you're screwed as soon as you try to move it!" And with that, they dropped the connection. Timak fell to their knees and elbows, and rest their pounding head against the floor. A long, feeble groan wheezed out. "Mata Nui.. why did I try that..." OOC: @Razgriz @oncertainty @Ghosthands @Vezok's Friend
  25. [IC: Timak, Ga Koro] “Name and element, Toa? What can you do?” ... Then Ayiwah’s gaze shifted back to the other Toa, the earlier question still hanging in the air - unanswered. Timak watched rapturously as the experienced Toa Maru leaped from the pier towards the Chiisai Ryuu. Oh, to be so confident. The young Toa was getting fed up of not being able to help like that. They thought they could just about make out her fuzzy shadow descending towards the sinking craft, but remembered the Commodore's question and turned back, standing straight and offering an awkward apologetic salute. "Timak, Ma'am! Sonics. I can't do much to help the ship itself, and this is my first day as a Toa, I think, but I could try and relay your voice into the ship if you want to talk with the attacker or the others inside." The lean youth raised a hand towards the silhouette of the submersible, frowning as they concentrated on the bridge, filtering through the sounds. It was all very faint and confused - the washing of the waves between them, the bubbling of the rushing water around the ship, the groaning metal of the hull, all mingled in with the urgent breaths and shouts of frantic crewmembers and the heated conversation on the bridge. It was too much, headache-inducing. Getting an idea, Timak drew their sword and pointed the twin-pronged blade toward the bridge. The air rippled around the tool as the Toa of Sonics focused their mind, narrowing the target range of the incoming sound to just the space within the bridge itself. "I don’t mean to interrupt anything, but I’m realizing only now that there might be seriously differing opinions on what I should do to help here.” ... what? What a strange way to introduce oneself... Shunning the minor distraction, Timak gave the Commodore a pointed look, lips pressed tight in concentration, and raised their other hand toward her, making a cone with their fingers. Taking a deep breath, the Toa made a channel, feeling that sonic energy almost like a thread that now tied the two locations together through Timak's form. Suddenly anyone standing in that direction would be able to hear the goings-on within the ship. Timak's lip curled in a slight smile, as much as they could manage through the effort, secretly proud of themselves for being able to hold up on their offer. A cocky, yet desperate voice rang out towards the Commodore. "—You feel like makin' a whole lotta widgets?" OOC: @Vezok's Friend .. and if Ayiwah uses this new channel, all the people in the bridge will be able to audibly hear her voice @Razgriz @Ghosthands @oncertainty paper-cup-string telephones
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