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Hello Starborn, and welcome to Vagabond Plot 802: House is not a Home  Team Leader: Adari Participants: Dinah, Wendy, Verun, Savin, Nil, Eon Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
Prompt: When one of your own seemingly betrayed you, you were sure the Bunker would be raided soon after, and left in a hurry. But now it has been weeks, months even, and no one has come for your old home. Perhaps the situation isn’t as grave as you thought it - maybe you should go back for your remaining supplies, rather than leaving them to the rats. Adari and Eon join in with Dinah’s group in this final goodbye to your home of many years. Whether it was truly revealed or not, you can not risk staying, and there is a certain somber feeling in the air as you pack up the last of the goods there for transport. Date: October 1st Time of Day: Before noon Weather: Cloudy Location: The Old Bunker Your leader is posted!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2019 19:36:28 GMT -6
 Twenty years.
For twenty long, hard-fought years, this space had been her home, the equines in it her family. Now, it lay abandoned, dust piling up in corners and the memories of laughter and joy fading away. No doubt this process had begun upon the split, but it had been made worse by the rush to leave, to avoid capture by Aodhians desperate for new slaves.
She had lived that life before, and gods damn her, she would not live it again.
Descending into the tunnel, past the Vindicators standing guard at the entrance, Adari nodded to the group behind her, her massive frame taking up much of the space. She met their eyes in turn- first Eon, another of Shale's Vindicators, then Nil, who she thought of as a dear friend- she regretted leaving Dinah's group when he stayed- followed by Wendy, Verun, Savin, and, finally, Dinah. Adari still respected the mare, but her willingness to let Aodh burn turned a sour note in Adari's stomach. No, she could not, would not, have stayed with her.
Her years of training as a spy kicked in as she stepped softly, muffling her hoofsteps as much as she could on the stone hallways. She paused, once they were all in, her ears flicking back and forth. Hearing nothing to cause her alarm- yet, at least- she looked back over her shoulder and spoke in a soft, low tone.
"We left too many supplies here when we left," she said, addressing the group as a whole, even if her eyes focused on anyone but the dark mare behind her that was willing to let innocents burn. "We need those back if our mission is to succeed in the future. We do not leave until everything has been gathered. Keep your eyes and ears open, but for gods' sakes, don't panic if you hear anything out of the ordinary. Let the rest of us know, and we'll go forward from there."
Turning back around, she took a breath, and descended further into the remains of the abandoned Bunker, her senses open to any sound, any sight that showed that someone else was here. She forced herself to shake off the slight feeling of dread at returning here. Nothing would happen.
Adari would do everything in her power to ensure that fate.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jul 6, 2019 16:49:55 GMT -6
 Dinah
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More than anything else, Dinah was surprised at herself. And that was not something she was in the habit of doing, surprising herself. She'd walked the world for too long, had survived only on the merits of her own strength and mind too many times to foster any much hidden knowledge from herself.
But as their small group had arrived at the Bunker, Dinah found herself oddly affected by the sight. To see her home of the past two decades abandoned, empty, untended... it hurt her heart, and she was surprised by it. There hadn't been time for anything so self-indulgent as grief when they had abandoned the location, only cold, focused action, and in the days that followed Dinah mourned the loss of her home as a matter of safety, convenience, security, and not for sentimental reasons.
But now... Now, the Paladin slowed as she walked the familiar path. The Bunker, her Bunker, it was a gravestone now, a monument to ghosts, and they all of them swirled around Dinah as she moved mechanically onward. Little of Dinah's thoughts showed themselves on her face, and her silence was a familiar companion to all that knew her. The Paladin, as always, kept her own counsel. If she was weak enough to fall victim to sentiment, she certainly would not afflict her companions with it. They were here, after all, to do a job.
Dinah took the rearguard as the group entered the structure, and if she was struck by the knowledge that this might be the last time she stepped across the familiar threshold, she gave no indication of it. She merely fell in behind the others, guarding their backs. With an extension of her will, Dinah tapped into her Invisibility. Not enough to vanish, only enough to blend into the shadows, encourage gazes to pass over her.
Dinah's ears flicked as Adari spoke, but the Paladin made no comment, save for the knowing, almost sardonic glitter to her eyes. Adari did not dictate when the others would leave, or under what circumstances, but Dinah did not correct her. The team knew the mission, and knew the value of the resources... and of their lives. Supplies were valuable, but only if they survived to collect them. To suggest otherwise was foolishness, and Dinah did not even deign to correct it. She merely walked, her gaze raking the shadows and finding only ghosts.
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Post by flybynights on Jul 6, 2019 17:08:06 GMT -6
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Even after deciding to follow Dinah, Wendy still wasn't entirely sure if this was the best idea, or if she should've followed Shale despite her doubts about him being a bit stronger. She still wasn't even sure if she was really cut out to be a vindicator, or if she should've gone off on her own, and perhaps eventually found a hopefully more peaceful place to live, if she survived long enough... She didn't know many fellow Vindicators yet; if she decided to quit, perhaps she should do so before getting too attached to anyone... But she did like the idea of helping, especially those who'd been in situations like the one she'd been in not long ago, but what if she wasn't good enough for that, and what if she might never be? And what if she ended up going along with plans that ended up hurting more equines than however many might be helped? But now that she was here, right now, she knew she had to do her best. If she left during such a critical time, she couldn't bear how awful she'd feel.
When she noticed Adari pause, saw her ears flicking, Wendy froze, and looked around anxiously, her own ears swivelling around too. She was somewhat relieved that there seemed to not actually be any nearby threat, though. Or at least, there probably wasn't... Hopefully not...
Her heart sank when she heard that they had to go back. She tried to stifle a groan of dismay, though a little of it trickled out - not very loud, but just slightly audible. She fidgeted with a mix of nervousness and self-consciousness, and glanced around at the others, her ears continuing to swivel occasionally.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jul 8, 2019 20:56:18 GMT -6
Nil | Vagabond Vindicator  Nil had been feeling horrible for a while. Guilt had chewed his gut since the train incident since the Vindicators had to move. And all because he charged after a couple of foals. It had happened so fast, he truly believed he started the movement in this way, but who really knew. Maybe the others jumped as fast as he had. But all he knew, was that he felt guilty, and now that they had come back to their old bunker, that guilt felt worse. The only light that could shine on his heart in this gloomy time was Adari. He had been heartbroken when she had chosen to follow Shale, but he never doubted her decision. Like himself, she had to follow her own path, and he had to contain himself when he found out she was joining them on this mission of theirs. The fear of slavery kept him by Dinah’s side. Aodh needed to pay for it’s transgressions. He only hoped they would once again join forces once more in the near future on common ground. Verun and Savin’ he knew from the very mission that put them in this mess, and like Adari, Eon had been there to see him to freedom. The only two he didn’t know as well were Dinah and Wendy, even though he was sure he had seen Wendy before as a previous slave, but even if they were total strangers to him, the entire group was considered his family. His true family. Without them, the bit would still be cutting his lips, or perhaps, he would have finally perished from malnutrition and exhaustion. He could never repay them. He hadn’t been in this bunker as long as the others had. After all, he had been recently freed from Aodh during their last infiltration, so he didn’t have the deep memories the others certainly had. But he did still have memories of the place. This was the birth of his freedom, so he, too, felt the somber air about them. And he felt the bit of tension. But he couldn’t dwell on it. They needed to get everything out as quickly as possible, but as Adari had said, stay vigilant. For all they knew, it could be a trap, which he was sure they were all thinking about that as a possibility. His eyes drifted to Verun. She was a foal but...she had weapons she knew how to use. He would still keep an eye on her regardless...the train incident still haunted him. He slowly followed the group, intentionally keeping himself between Dinah and Adari, if not to break the tension he felt between the two, then to simply keep himself close to them.He was strong enough, and prepared, to pull his weight and more. Perhaps a self-punishment for thinking he caused this mess, but also to give the others a chance to escape in the event… ... in the event something happened and he needed to sacrifice himself for the others. 499 WordsPost #1 |
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Post by houndflash on Jul 8, 2019 21:34:24 GMT -6
Verun|Vindicator|Cadet
Verun padded along side Dinah, no longer able to fit underneath the Paladin’s legs like she used to with all of the family members in the bunker. It had been a very long time since the train raid that all but took all of the family from their home, and in a way divided the family. Though to the young cadet, it might’ve been for the better. After all, loyalty to the family had been drilled into the child’s mind since she was brought to the Bunker as a baby, and if the horses that left would rather have loyalty to the evil place of Aodh rather than their mission and family, then good riddances. They didn’t need people questioning orders or anything like that in the middle of a fight or a rescue mission. And Verun knew plenty about that, she’d been going on rescue and destroying thing missions since she was littler. (The fact that she had snuck onto those missions by following older soldiers out into the world was a conveniently forgotten fact)
The small Pegasi was snapped out of her thoughts by Adari’s words. Verun snorted softly and ruffled the feathers of her wings, briefly jostling the firearm, loaded but secured onto her saddle bag and under her wing. It had never hurt to be prepared, the cadet remembered being told by multiple family members. Nevertheless Verun stayed by Dinah’s side, brushing up against her leg as they both glanced around the husk that had been the family’s home. Where Verun had been raised. As she glanced around, memories of the past 6 years all flew together, where story time had been held, where cadets would commonly gather to pester soldiers to take them out, where Verun lead a group of young cadets on a “raid” of V’s kitchens (V had given them all cookies and a pat on the head, a successful mission in Verun’s book.)
“What’s the plan now, Dinah?” Verun looked up at the Paladin, deciding to give the leavers as much of a silent treatment that only a six year old could handle.
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Post by idisturbed on Jul 9, 2019 18:36:26 GMT -6
Savin'
Vagabond | Vindicator | Cadet It had been months since the Vindicators had abandoned their old home. It was the home that Savin' had been searching for back when she was still learning to walk with still swollen irisless eyes. The home that she was welcomed into and had lived forever in. The home that saved her from.. dying in that almost endless black nightmare in the forest. It took a toll on the spotted pale mare, but being right there when the betrayal took place seemed to have made the hard truth slightly easier for her swallow. What really wrenched and ripped her heart apart was what happened next to add to the weight. The vindicators had parted in two ways. Ultimately, she didn't know what to do. When time ran out she did what she knew she could do for the only ones she knew and had sworn loyalty to. She stayed. When the group finally arrived, she didn't need to fully experience what had become of their old home. From just the ominous somber feeling, she couldn't stop the frown beneath her forlock. She slowed down as everyone entered the structure. She wanted to feel as she went underground. Like entering the tunnel with the other cadets months ago. Like they never had to leave. If only to make it hurt less. It seemed like nothing had changed. She didn't know what to think about that. She quickled sensed something familiar vehind her that woke her up. Verun's recognizeable voice and movements. The Paladin was most likely alongside her as well. The pale mare hurriedly but gingerly went inside. That's all she needed, something to push her back awake. She knew why they were here. The mare walked alongside the other's hoofsteps and stopped when they did. Her head perked in the direction of Adari's voice.
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Post by savorda on Jul 10, 2019 0:35:37 GMT -6
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Coming home felt strange. Though, it wasn’t technically home anymore, was it? Even so, it will never change the fact that this was the first home Eon ever chose for himself. The empty shell of his first real home should have upset Eon, but no. They have a job to do. He can’t get sentimental now. Void, recognizing the Bunker, flew off into the darkness on his own before Eon even had the chance to say anything. He just let him. The extra set of eyes will come in handy anyways.
The silence of the Bunker was unnerving. It was nothing more than an empty husk of something once so full of life and warmth. How strange Eon would find himself in this situation once again, only this time the home was empty, not him. The familiarity of it all unsettled Eon, and he wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run from it. He turned his attention to his companions instead.
Eon never really had a family. Even though he lived under the same roof as his mother until the day he escaped, a tree had more love to give than his mother. No, she wasn’t family. The Vindicators were. It was bad enough they were forced to leave the Bunker, the first proper home for many, but the split only served to rub salt in an already festering wound. It was necessary though. They had a goal to work towards, and if splitting up helped them achieve that goal, then so be it.
A croak from deep within the Bunker startled Eon out of his thoughts. Void came hopping out of the darkness with a tattered ribbon held proudly in his beak.
“Of course Void. We can’t leave without your ribbon.” Eon laughed. Void croaked his approval before stuffing the ribbon in Eon’s saddlebag and perching on his back.
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Post by kerarose on Jul 10, 2019 8:05:18 GMT -6
Adari felt Dinah's disapproving glare upon her back as she continued downward, into the depths of the old Bunker. She felt Nil draw close, and upon her back, Athena rested, her eyes wide and searching in the dim light, her feathers somewhat ruffled, as if she could feel Adari's tension.
Down, down they went, and Adari took note of her comrades- Savin', the spotted mare, Verun, the child- those would be the weak links. If it came down to a fight, she would protect those two. Children were precious, and she would not let any harm come to them.
She turned her head slightly, to face Nil. Softly, she spoke to him. "How have you been doing since the split?" she asked, warmth permeating her voice. "I wish you had come with me, but I don't want to disrespect your decision. You have your own choices to make."
She glanced up again, cataloguing sounds she heard in the darkness- hoofsteps? No, only water dripping down stone walls. She took a breath, trying to let some of the tension out of her muscles. Athena hooted softly at her, gently rubbing her head into Adari's neck and mane, her beak picking up strands of hair and dropping them. A small chuckle escaped Adari at the owl's antics- Athena was Athena, and there was no other.
She watched as Eon's raven, Void, flew ahead, then came back to the group, a scrap of colorful cloth in his beak. She heard Eon mumble back to the bird, and turned to look at him, situated near the back of the group. She signaled to him, nodding towards Verun and Savin'. She trusted him- after all, he was another of Shale's group- and if something happened, she wanted him to protect the two Cadets if she couldn't.
She turned to Nil again, smiling. "How has your training been going, Soldier?" she joked. "Is the New Bunker as good as the Old?"
Even as she smiled, she felt shivers run down her spine. She hated being underground. The sooner they got the supplies and got out of here, the better.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jul 11, 2019 10:18:13 GMT -6
Nil | Vagabond Vindicator Nil’s naturally held back ears, (because when you’ve been a labor slave your entire life this sort of thing kind of happens), caught Verun speaking to Dinah. His lip gave a little twitch, knowing that the child meant well. But the tension between Dinah and Adari was already so apparent, they didn’t need another reason to shoot invisible bolts of disgusted lighting at each other. He swallowed, closing his eyes for a moment. What should he have done? Should he have just gone after the traitor instead? But the children…He was jolted out of his thoughts by croaking, and he reopened his eyes to peer at Eon who’s familiar, Void, had gone off and returned with what looked like a scrap of cloth, only to be corrected that it was a ribbon. He smiled softly, wondering how Melia was getting on with Rex. He asked the blue jay to stay with the young recruit...just in case he didn’t come back. He didn’t tell that to the foal though. The child had enough to worry about, but at least with the Vindicators, he was far from slavery. He could imagine the blue jay harassing the foal by trying to fix his mane as she always did.He could hear Savin’ coming up behind them, and he wondered how she was doing. He turned his head to look over to the pale, spotted mare, watching here to make sure she would be alright.But movement ahead out of his peripheral vision of him made him turn back around, but it was just Adari looking around at him. She spoke with the same warmth she always had, though it just made the ache in his heart ever greater. Would chasing after the traitor have made any difference? Would they still have split up?Maybe he took to long to answer, but Adari was speaking again. This time, he was more quick to reply.“It’s been...rough. Getting everything back in order… training has been going well. I have been teaching Rex. He reminds me of myself at that age...unwilling to fight back.” Crimson eyes rested on her blue ones, remembering how her simple words had broken through the ice that locked him from ever fighting back. It was she who showed him the way. “The new Bunker isn’t the same...it can’t really be expected to right now. I hope in time we will feel as much home there as we did here...”...But it’s not the same without you and Eon, he thought to himself.422 WordsPost #2 |
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Post by Jennycallie on Jul 13, 2019 3:06:59 GMT -6
Dinah
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Although she kept one ear on the quiet conversation filtering between Nil and Adari, Dinah's eyes had moved to Verun, and she watched the little pegasus for several strides. My little shadow, Dinah thought. A shadow... armed with quite the weapon. Dinah shouldn't have let her bring it; in the close quarters of the Bunker it would prove quite as much a liability as it did protection.
"We left too quickly. We need to gather as many resources as possible. Medicine, tools, spare parts. Anything. Both for us and for Adari's group." Dinah's eyes returned to scanning her surroundings as she spoke. Her words were short, delivered without inflection or impact, but not condescending. Merely efficient. She continued to tap into a low level of her Invisibility, as much a shadow as those that gathered in corners, darkened the ceiling. Darkened her memories.
Nil's words made Dinah's ears flicker, and she glanced at his back. No, the new base was not the same as the old one; how could it be? Dinah's gaze moved to Adari's form, but the Paladin was not thinking about her. She was thinking of Shale. Much like the Bunker had, the loss of Shale had affected Dinah more than she expected. She missed him, she realized. Missed the others. Sentiment, again. You're getting old, Dinah thought. Tighten up. No time for that.
"We will be more efficient if we split up," Dinah said to the group at large. Just because they did not expect trouble, did not mean that they should take their leisure. Constant vigilance. She looked down again. She supposed that meant Verun was with her, then. Dinah could not imagine any scenrio more likely to invite disaster than an adult who was invisible and a child with a boomstick and questionable aim.
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Post by houndflash on Jul 15, 2019 19:07:07 GMT -6
Verun|Vindicator|Cadet
Verun nodded at Dinah’s suggestion. “If we split up we can grab more things in less time!” Verun chirped along happily, her wings flittering with a small boost from her super speed. Verun glanced around at the others in their group. Nil was talking to a couple of the Leavers, which was bad because they were Leavers, but they had been family before all of the rescued-ers came in. That meant you could still be friendly with them, right? Especially since Nil was one of the rescued-ers.
Verun shook out her thoughts about all of that, because it wasn’t really important right now. What was important was grabbing supplies that was needed at the new bunker. The family needed those supplies. But you know what else they needed?
“Hey Dinah?” The small cadet looked up at the older horse, eyes wide with curiosity and a playful mischief that only a child could exude. “When we were here, V had a lot of the food stuffs in the kitchen, and she promised we could have the cookies before we left. Do you think her cookies are still in there?”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2019 10:12:05 GMT -6
While your team gets to the work of looting through the containers in the Bunker for supplies, five of your companions stand guard above. The forest is quiet, and the scene is exactly like it has been a thousand days before. The trees have grown thicker, somehow, since you last were here - new ones have popped up as well. Birds are singing and somewhere two squirrels are having a loud argument. A sleepy scene in an empty forest. Cyneric is standing guard on the edge of the small, naturally formed clearing right in front of the Bunker. His eyes survey the scenery closely, but occasionally they fall to the familiar, dear sights around him - that wild berry bush he’s picked berries from every summer for 10 years, or that tree that has a gash in it because some young twerp he was training had terrible aim with a sword. His facial expression is gentle, almost forlorn - he’s gonna miss this place as long as he lives. “ Don’t get soft on me now, Cyneric”, Agota calls from the entrance. She’s leaning against the doorway, giving her bad leg a well-earned rest after the trek here. Chewing on a bit of tobacco, she occasionally peeks inside to see how the team in there is doing. Shifting her weight slightly, she winces. The leg has been a problem for years, but now she feels it in her back as well. Age. She hates it. Agota glances to her side, and tells the other entrance guard: “A tip, Callistus. Never get old. It’ll make you wish the Aodhians did do you in.” Callistus doesn’t say anything. They rarely do. A slight turn of their ears tells that they have heard Agota, but are not planning on saying anything to her. Their eyes are instead on the two youngest of the bunch; something like longing passes through their face before they smile. Callistus, too, will miss home, but they say home is where your heart is, and their heart is and forever will be with their comrades. Sefu and Sauda are watching the forest too, but they have significantly more eyes for one another. They’re at that age, as Cyneric likes to call it. Sauda is gently teasing Sefu for being so short that there’s no point to him being on guard duty - while Sefu retaliates by saying that at least he doesn’t need a blessing from the god of Aodhians to fight someone. Their little arguments are mostly horseplay, and even now anyone with eyes can see they desperately like one another, despite the jabs thrown on both sides. Kids in love, huh? A rustle from the forest makes Cyneric straighten up and look into the forest. He squints, trying his best to see through the trees. Rustle. Nothing. “ What is it, Cyneric?” Agota asks. Rustle. “ I don’t know. Maybe some animal? Do you guys see anything?” comes a response from Cyneric. Rustle. Rustle. “ Hey, Callistus, can you go check it out? Kids, focus”, Agota says, sounding a bit tense. Rustle. “ Can’t see anything”, says Sauda. Silence. “ Hey guys? It's probably not anything, but maybe hurry it up down there?” Cyneric calls down. Silence. “Something is wrong”, Agota says, drawing her sword. “But we can’t see anything”, Sefu says. Crack. “Shit”, comes a single, chilling word from Callistus. Chevaliers break out from under the protection of illusionist and invisibility imbued items as their captain shouts back that they’ve found the rebels; that this is the right place after all. In the distance, thundering hooves. Reinforcements are coming. “Get our stuff out of there! We need to run!” Cyneric shouts down. Weapons clash, and a battle begins. You need to hurry. |
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Post by flybynights on Jul 17, 2019 11:38:48 GMT -6
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Wendy had been remaining at the sidelines, continuing to watch and listen to what went on as she trotted alongside the team. She continued to be nervous, but did her best to not let it overtake her, did her best to stay focused enough to actually take in what was going on, while still being alert to the surroundings.
Following the group into the bunker, she headed to a cluster of closed boxes. It seemed possible that all of them could contain important things, what if it was hard to quickly choose which to prioritize taking first? She opened one… it was empty. She opened another… which turned out to be empty, too. And the third one she opened… was empty as well. Wait, what if all of these boxes were empty, and it turned out to be a waste of time to go through this cluster of them? Maybe this was an empty box section, and she should move to another area… But then again, what if a box containing important supplies was hidden amongst these empty ones?
Then, hearing the commotion outside, she froze, her head swinging over her shoulder in the direction of the noise, ears perked, eyes wide. When she heard the word “run” shouted to them, she almost did run before she fully processed the rest of the sentences that came before that. No, they couldn’t run out of here quite yet, as much as she longed to… Now she wondered even more than before, if searching among empty boxes would be a bad idea… But she decided to spend just one more half minute hurriedly checking as many boxes in this area as she could, before moving to another area…
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jul 17, 2019 12:30:15 GMT -6
Nil | Vagabond Vindicator Dinah and Verun were having their own conversation, and Nil couldn’t help but smile somewhat at the child's inquiry about cookies being left in the kitchen. Who knew if they were even still good to eat, but if it took the edge off of everything, a little sweet wouldn’t hurt, right? And while Nil truly hated the idea of splitting up, simply because he enjoyed the closeness of those who stayed and those who left, it made more sense, as Verun had chimed in.
But things never come to pass as you expect them to. He knew this all too well. So when shouts behind them sounded from outside of the bunker, the stallion's heart plummeted. He bristled out of both anger and fear, though his eyes went immediately to Verun. He had nearly put his hooves through a couple of Aodhians when they had tried to capture children before, and he was more than ready to actually crack some skulls if it came down to it.
Didn’t mean he wasn’t terrified.
His legs were stiff to keep them from trembling, but movement beside him caught his attention. The shaggy mare, Wendy, had been going through some boxes, started to pour over them even faster. Ducking quickly to her side, he kicked away boxes that she had already gone through, pushing more out of the way to give her the best chance possible to locate the box she was searching for. And it seemed like they finally found it; spare armaments were always needed with their ever-growing family.
Stepping alongside the blue mare, he rushed all of his blood-red teke around the box in question. He squeezed his eyes shut in concentration as he slowly lifted the box into the air. His eyes on the box, he speaks quickly to his roan companion.
“I got it Wendy, good going!” His voice is strained from both the effort and the fear but still manages to encourage the mare. “Go see if the others need help!”
He moves to the cart that they had brought in just for this occasion, and between the clashes of steel outside, the rummaging inside the Bunker, and the pounding in his chest, it was like a macabre orchestra.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jul 17, 2019 15:02:10 GMT -6
Dinah
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Dinah had been turning her head to look down at Verun, the trace beginnings of a smile touching her scarred lips- and then the Paladin's head had shot up. She was already whirling when the shouts rang down into the Bunker, and instinctively Dinah tapped into her full Invisibility, drawing hard on the Blessing. Between one breath and the next, she flickered out of sight- along with all of the Vindicators behind her, hidden within the shield of her Blessing.
In her heart, Dinah was already pounding out of the Bunker and joining the fray, defending her fellows- but she was not guided by her heart. She would have been dead long ago if she had, and likely the fledgling Vindicator movement along with her. So even as Dinah's nostrils flared and her lips skinned back over bared teeth, her hooves remained steady. With a deliberate, conscious effort, she relaxed her grip on Invisibility so that the group could see each other again, though shadowed. Anyone who stayed within ten or so strides of Dinah would reflect her own visibility.
"Split up. Be fast. Prioritize. Watch your backs." And with those terse words, the Paladin whirled and vanished into the depths of the Bunker, towards where she thought many of the more sensitive items were still stored.
She would get them, and then she would bring the fury on those who hurt her family.
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Post by kerarose on Jul 17, 2019 19:54:03 GMT -6
GAME POST #4
TURN #1: TAN BOX Shouts from outside.
By the Gods, thought Adari, I thought it was clear!
She heard Dinah's command to split up, and agreed. "Keep your wits about you," she said to the group, "and don't panic. Panic makes you make mistakes. Be swift and sure and safe." She met Nil's eyes, vowing to herself that he would not go back to living in chains and a bit.
Turning quickly to Eon, she nodded. "With me," she said to him, moving towards a tan box. The lid was cracked, and inside, she could see medical supplies. Yes, this was desperately needed, especially with Shale's vision of fighting the kirin menace. Taking off her cloak, the blood bay mare quickly tied the straps that held it on her over the box, securing it and preventing any supplies from falling out. Everything in this box was precious, and to lose a single vial of antiseptic or any surgical tools would cause tremendous setbacks.
Eon had caught up to her, and she noticed a blue box a little ways away, with a few pieces of armor poking up from the sides, since there apparently wasn't a lid for that one. She nodded at it as her royal blue teke closed around the tan box. "Grab that one, Eon," she said, her words short and to the point. "We'll need that armor at the Fort."
Turning, testing the weight, she began to set her sights on the cart. They could do this. They would do this, and then they would go home.
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Post by savorda on Jul 20, 2019 15:17:34 GMT -6
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POST 5 / RED BOX POST 1
Eon listened idly to the conversations around him. He misses this familiarity. That’s not to say it’s gone entirely. It’s just different, and different is always hard. Eon glanced at Nil as he spoke to Adari. He was always fond of Nil. It pained him to leave him with Dinah, but the flaming kirins that haunt him in his nightmares refuse to let him rest…
Eon began to pick through the countless boxes. They weren’t going to be able to take everything, so they needed to prioritize. Void watched on lazily from his perch on Eon’s back. They were in no rush, so the raven couldn’t be bothered to help. Eon let him. He’d rather Void save his energy for the trip back home
Voices drifted down from where their guards were stationed, but it just sounded like idle conversation. Eon paid no mind to them. The voices grew louder, more alarmed until one shout echoed very clearly. Run. Void was in the air in an instant. They still needed whatever supplies they can manage. Void circled, dipped, and darted all around the boxes, Eon trying his best to pick out the most important ones while he followed Adari. Thankfully, Void’s frantic flying no longer nauseated Eon like it once did. Adari pointed out a box filled to the brim with armor. Yes, he could grab that, but the amulets… As Nil turned to take the box he carried to the cart, Eon caught sight of the red box. That had to be it. Eon ran over to the box, returning to his own sight properly. Yes, this box had amulets, but were they the right ones? He turned his head frantically. Dinah would know.
“Dinah!” Eon called out. “I think I found the invisibility amulets, but come check to make sure.”
They were running out of time...
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Post by houndflash on Jul 20, 2019 21:17:15 GMT -6
Verun|Vindicator|Cadet
Verun suddenly froze as she heard the commotion outside the bunker. Orders were shouted, boxes were grabbed and being taken to their cart, and Dinah vanished. Despite the panic that should’ve been running though the Pegasus Cadet’s mind, her immediate thought was about how awesome Dinah turning invisible so suddenly was and how Verun couldn’t wait until she was a solider and could get one of the invisibility amulets for missions. Verun was shaken out of her thoughts by Nil taking a box to the cart. She nodded towards where Dinah had been just a moment ago before adopting a serious face and scanning the room for a box that she could grab when she spotted a box that Verun had known once held a bunch of shiny things. Those would be useful, right? The only problem was it was kinda stuck, just a foot or two off the ground, between a bigger box that looked pretty broken and a wall.
Verun ran up to the small space where the box was located, squeezing her way into the crack to attempt to push the box out of the hole it had wedged itself in. The cadet had never been so glad she was still small, as she wedged her body underneath the green box before shoving the box up with all her might, causing it to dislodge and fall over, thankfully not breaking the lid.
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Post by idisturbed on Jul 22, 2019 13:43:31 GMT -6
Savin'
Vagabond | Vindicator | Cadet Savin' continued to quietly listen for any important details as she followed and gently felt around. She emitted an inaudiable sigh when she started feeling the edges of the boxes sticking out of the dark. To be honest, it was due to that encounter months ago, that she was afraid of coming back at first. However, that guilt, that yearn to do more since the betrayal eventually pulled her outside once more and join the others on this mission. She would try to make more use of herself for these horses. She would try. Sure, that wasn't a great first ever mission, but nothing bad happened yet today, so the mare quickly loosen up. She looked up when leader and child mentioned "splitting up". Verun was correct, it sounded like a smarter and faster way to go about this mission. Savin' wondered who she would go with, but she couldn't dwell further on the thought. The spotted mare froze and looked over her back like a frightened deer. The faint sound of chaos ensuing on the surface reached the vindicators. They needed to get their stuff and get out now. Savin' started back up and hurriedly moved along. She heard Adari closing in. There was indication that the older mare had gotten a hold of something. The spotted mare didn't hesitate to follow after. "Let me help," she softly said, offering to share the weight and help get it in the cart. She found some sort of grip on the box. From the weight and the peculiar movement of objects inside, it must be full of something important, right? It had to get in the cart.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2019 14:05:01 GMT -6
“How’s it going down there?” Cyneric shouts out, barely getting his blade between his face and an enemy ax swing. The reinforcements are yet to arrive, but the Chevalier scouts are plenty of a fight all on their own. They are armored, and outnumber the guards two to one - odds you would usually not feel too bad about, but usually, you are the ones doing the ambushing. Sefu stops to aim an arrow shot at one of the scouts harassing Sauda. It hits the Chevalier in the leg, sending them reeling… But while Sefu is distracted, another has sneaked up right behind him, ready to kill. Agota notices and deflects a blow from one of her own opponents and rushes over as quick as she can on her bad leg. She barely gets a shield thrust between Sefu and certain death, knocking the attacker over with her own body only seconds after. The Chevalier doesn’t get back up. Neither does Agota. Crimsom blood seeps to the ground from the wound in her throat - where the horn of the Chevalier she killed pierced her. Sefu panics, screaming in horror, and stumbles into Sauda, who shields them both with her Force Fields, trying to comfort her friend. “We’re losing here! Agota’s down!”, Sauda shouts, a slight hint of panic in her voice. |
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Post by Jennycallie on Jul 22, 2019 17:28:17 GMT -6
Dinah
Paladin
Dinah knew that they had tucked some boxes in the deeper levels of the Bunker, and that many of them had not been collected in the initial exodus. In a perfect world, they would have had ample time within which to search the supplies, gathering all deemed important. Of course, in a perfect world they wouldn't have had to abandon the Bunker in the first place.
Walking quickly (not trotting, she couldn't afford to have her own hoof beats drown out any noise) Dinah began to head deeper down the tunnels, but Eon's cry stopped her in her tracks, and the Paladin whirled. The amulets! That was a vital find, and Dinah immediately headed back towards Eon. She passed Nil as she moved. "I haven't gone through the second level," she informed him, but didn't wait to see what his response would be. The amulets, they needed those amulets. She reached Eon.
"Which box?" she asked, her voice clipped with urgency. At his gesture, Dinah leaned in and rifled through the contents of the box with her teke. Yes, yes! It was them. She was lifting her head to confirm this when Sauda's panicked voice echoed down the corridors. Dinah's nostrils flared. Agota. Agota! Rage roared through Dinah's blood, and she had actually taken several steps towards the entrance, intent on joining the fray, on shedding Aodhian blood, before her reason caught up with her. The guards knew what they were doing, knew how vital this mission was. Dinah turned around.
"Load them," she said, and though her voice vibrated with fury, it was cold. Focused. She did not bother telling the others to hurry; they had heard Sauda same as her. Hurry, they had to hurry. Dinah whirled again, seeking out more supplies.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jul 25, 2019 13:21:06 GMT -6
Nil | Vagabond Vindicator The purple box thumped into the cart, but Nil could barely hear it over the blood pumping in his ears, deafening him as he tried desperately to figure out what to do next. He looked over to the entrance, where the clattering of battle could be heard. Part of him wanted to just leave then and there, get out while there was still a chance.
But part of him was defiant. If they could all make it out alive, with everything they needed, that would be the biggest spit in the face to the Aodhians.
Eon and Adari were working on separate boxes, Savin’ moved to assist Adari. Verun moved to yet another box, and Nil heard Dinah inform him about the lower levels. He did not need another invitation. With the speed only an ex-street racer could muster, the stallion raced away from the group into the lower levels of the abandoned bunker. With a job to do, he felt his mind clear. Dinah had entrusted this task for him, and he would do it to the best of his ability.
It was ever darker down here, it smelt damp, musty, almost like wet soil. But that is when he realized exactly what was down here; farming supplies. Squinting in the suffocating darkness, Nil moved around boxes until he found one that smells heavily of soil. Yes, he was sure this was the one. Crimson teke curled around the box as he lifted it, weighing it with his mind as he figured out how fast he could go without risking dumping the entire thing onto the floor.
It felt lighter than the purple box at least, which had been full of armaments, whereas this one had gardening supplies and some veggies. He ran as fast as he could back up to the level where the others were, sweat gleaming on his coat from the effort of running and carrying the box alone. His ears were still pinned against his head when he made it to the cart, nestling the brown box next to the other boxes, adjusting them briefly so more would fit neater.
He looked around, wondering what he should do next. “Dinah.” He spoke in as unwavering a voice he could muster as he looked to his leader, “What else do we need?” He felt sick with fear, but he would have to be brave.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2019 13:25:23 GMT -6
The fighting outside sounds like its getting serious, and although your companions shout words of encouragement from above, you know the battle is quickly turning ugly for your side. It’s hard to tell any details from the inside, but you feel like there are more and more voices joining in - angry voices.
This is bad. Really bad.
Something swishes in through the entrance. You barely have time to register what it is before it hits the floor, causing some of the dry hay beddings in the room to burst into flame. The firebomb smells of ash and cheap alcohol, and the fire quickly claims a few worn bunks and a couple of empty boxes.
What’s worse, the blast injures Savin, while Adari narrowly evades a wave of heat.
Feel free to integrate reactions to the fire in your posts; your characters may also work on putting it out (you can work on containing the fire and handling boxes in one post).
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Post by flybynights on Jul 25, 2019 16:36:41 GMT -6
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“Okay!” Wendy said with a nod, when Nil told her he’d take the crate he’d found in the area they’d been searching in. And she immediately resumed searching. She listened to the others and occasionally glanced at them, but mainly focused on searching, though she still kept finding empty crates. She remained very nervous, but struggled to keep herself from outright panicking…
And then came the firebomb, and at the sight of the starting fire, a shrill cry of fear escaped Wendy, and she darted away several feet. And then she froze in horror when she realized that Savin had been hurt. She didn’t really know Savin, but anyone being hurt by fire was alarming. She was at a loss for what to say or do about this, and was shamefully more tempted to just run and save herself.
But she knew she shouldn’t just run away yet. She saw Verun with a box that she’d just pried loose, and ran over to her.
“I’ll take this for you!” she said, lifting the box and then rushing to the cart. She silently hoped that this might help the foal escape quicker - if Verun did try to flee now. She supposed she couldn’t blame anyone for trying to help get one more box, even a child, even at a time like this… After putting the box in the cart, she was still for a moment, staring at the fire, taking a moment to muster the guts to head back in. She went over to the fire and started repeatedly rearing and stomping on the edge of the fire, hoping that it wouldn’t catch her long mane or tail.
“How b-badly hurt are you?!” she asked Savin.
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Post by houndflash on Jul 25, 2019 21:44:21 GMT -6
Verun|Vindicator|Cadet
Verun happily looked at the box that she had pushed out of it's hiding spot, starting to pull it towards the cart. Unfortunately it was a bit too heavy for the child, which she had only discovered as she attempted to heave and ho it back to the cart. Apparently shiny things were a bit heaver than they looked if there were a lot of them. Verun didn't really have time to contemplate the heaviness of sparky things before there was a bunch of loud noises and fire and explosions broke though the room. The child gave a small squeal of surprise before falling over. The bad horses were getting closer to breaking in to their old home, and it was now very obvious how much danger everyone was in. Verun sat scared only for a moment before Wendy rushed by and grabbed the box Verun was just having problems with. That amount of movement was enough to shake the filly out of her daze and reignite the determination that she held.
"I'll find another one." Verun said, before rushing around the room using her new speed, searching random boxes for anything that could be important. As she rushed though the room, searching each of the boxes for anything that could be of value. She paused opening one of the boxes, immediately thinking it unimportant and moving on to the next one before double taking and rushing back. Opening the box again, Verun had desperately wished that she actually paid attention to her reading lessons, as the entire box was full of papers with writings on it, but one of the items was a large paper that she saw the older soldiers study all of the time. The map of Valore that helped slaves. It would only be in the most important box, and it kinda surprised Verun it wasn't already in the new bunker.
"Over here!" Verun called out into the bunker, knowing that she would probably need help carrying this box, or at least someone who could actually understand the page scribbles enough to know if it was actually important.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2019 21:52:15 GMT -6
The fighting grows increasingly desperate after Agota’s death. With Cyneric and Callistus left as the only truly experienced combatants, they have their hooves full trying to handle the overwhelming strength of the opposing side, while also directing the flow of battle away from the two youths in their party. They might be equal in losses, but one dead Vindicator is a much heavier blow than the Chevalier - the Aodhians already had numbers on their side, and there are more coming, more coming any moment now. Sauda is fighting hard, for what it’s worth. Her blessing, made for protection, is now used like a weapon - bashing opponents aside or stopping them mid-charge. But she is growing tired, and her bladework was never that good. Sefu seems to still be in what can only be described a state of panic. He’s never seen real combat before. Much less seen anyone die. “She’s dead because of me”, Sefu gasps out, out of breath as he barely dodges another bash of a hoof and shoots off an arrow. His mind feels confused, like nothing is really adding up anymore. How could Agota just be gone like that? Any moment now he’s gonna look at her, and she’s gonna be up again, cracking those same old bad jokes and helping push the Chevaliers off. “You can’t think like that”, Sauda replies when they are fighting back to back. This isn’t her first rodeo, and while you wouldn’t call a seventeen year old experienced, one year on the field is still a lot compared to Sefu on his first mission. Inwardly, she curses. It was supposed to be safe. They never should have come here at all. And they should be gone by now. “If you think like that you won’t make it”, she goes on, voice husky and deeper than usual. She manages a slight smile at her friend. It would be alright. Any moment now the rest of the group would come out of the Bunker and they’d leave this place forever. Any moment now. Any m--- Sauda gasps as a terrible pain cuts through her being. She doesn’t get a chance to see the Chevalier that dealt the blow - a deep, gushing wound across her side and down to her stomach - because they’ve already moved on, trading hits with Callistus. Stupid, stupid, stupid. The wound doesn’t even look that bad, but it’s bleeding so much. So much. She stumbles away from the fight, towards the Bunker entrance. From the corner of her eye, she sees Sefu. He’s screaming, but she can’t really make out the words. The world is becoming slurred and blurred and Sauda realizes she’s losing consciousness. She realizes, with vivid horror dampened only by the call of unconsciousness that she is dying. That this time she won’t be going home. Her mind, fading and grasping, goes to her friends at home in the Fort. To Dinah and Adari, mothers she has known her whole life. To Shale, the man she chose to follow. To Sefu, and all the things unsaid. Sauda falls. Her legs buckle forward and she hits the ground. Already unconscious, her final breaths are quiet, drawn out gasps before her heart beats itself to death. “Sauda!”, Sefu tries to rush to her side, but can’t. A Chevalier blocks his path, and he is left fighting, fighting back tears and enemies at the same time. “What the fuck are you guys doing down there?” he screams towards the entrance, with not a hint of his usual sweet mannerism; with a voice of rage breaking into sorrow: “This was supposed to be safe. We were supposed to be safe with you, and now Sauda is…. Sauda is…” |
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Post by idisturbed on Jul 29, 2019 20:13:19 GMT -6
Savin'
Vagabond | Vindicator | Cadet The box was secured in the cart. The spotted mare smiled and let out a sigh before turning around to go back.
Suddenly, something crashed in the darkness not too far away from her. Savin' was too late to react, for when she turned her head in the direction of the noise, she was instantly met with a wave of heat.
The firebomb's blast had managed to reach her. It was just frigheningly sudden and quick. She couldn't help it. It left her with a burning pain on her hide. She cried out. The young mare reared back in a way that she lost her footing and fell backwards.
The fall backwards had her dazed and begging for breath. Pale eyes swelled up. She panicked for a bit, not knowing what exactly happened, but from the warmth and pain that she obviously felt, she could guess. Savin' hurriedly rolled about.
She wanted to run now, but, she knew she couldn't. She had to keep up. She had to help each horse here, whether they had chosen many months ago to stay or leave.
Savin' soon heard more noises close in and shot her head back up. It was Wendy's voice intermingling with stomping hooves that muffled the hisses of the flames.
"It burns," Savin' managed to answer.
She also heard Dinah and Eon not too far off. She sniffed and swallowed hard.
"I-'m I'm okay. Don't worry about me. I can get up. We gotta keep moving," she said in the attempt to reassure eachother.
Savin' trembled up and back on her hooves. She almost buckled in the process but quickly caught herself. She headed to where she last heard the two other horses. She didn't wait for Eon to notice her before she tried to call for him.
"Hurry! I-I'll help!"
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Post by savorda on Aug 2, 2019 23:18:56 GMT -6
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POST 13 / PINK BOX POST 1
“Load them.” Eon didn’t need to be told twice. Judging from the shouts coming from the surface, they didn’t have a second to spare.
Flames erupted behind him. He could only afford a quick glance behind him to make sure no one was gravely injured. That’s the last thing they need. No, it seemed only Savin was hurt, but not bad enough to put her out of commission. Eon turned his attention back to the red box. They needed to get these amulets out. He just fastened the lid back on the box when he heard Savin behind him. The poor thing looked shaken up. He really didn’t blame her, but it was only going to get worse from here.
“Take this to the cart.” he said, handing her the red box. “Then rest. You’ll need your energy for when we try to get out of this mess.” There’s bound to be a fight. They can’t have anyone slowing them down.
With Savin loading up the amulets, Eon was free to continue searching. Under the red box sat a pink box he’d never seen before. He didn’t remember anyone ever mentioning it, or what was possibly in it, but it was marked. Someone wanted them to grab this box. Eon didn’t have time to argue. He tried to pull it out of the crevice it’s wedged in, but it wouldn’t budge. He knows he isn’t the strongest, but it’s starting to become inconvenient. He frantically looked around.
“Adari!” he called out. “Come help me with this box!”
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Post by kerarose on Aug 3, 2019 8:18:37 GMT -6
GAME POST #14
TURN #2: PINK BOX A blast of flame from a firebomb nearly caught her coat as she turned back around to get more boxes. The heat was stifling, but she avoided it- for the most part. The parts of her legs nearest the flames were a bit overheated, and she knew that she would need to be careful. Savin', however, had not been as lucky- she had been caught in the blast full-on, and although she said she was fine, Adari made sure to check in with her later.
She moved along, checking in on the other Vindicators as she went. They were all busy, moving boxes back and forth, and her large frame would only get in the way. Then, she heard Eon's voice calling to her, and she scurried over.
A pink box sat on the ground, very much stuck between two rocks. She quickly assessed it, and started to pry at it with her teke, but it didn't work. Again and again she tried, only to continue to fail. Finally, she positioned her front hooves behind the box, and with a grunt, pulled with all of her strength. The box fell free, and Adari stumbled back. With a deep breath, she turned to Eon.
"Check the box for damage, then move it to the cart," she said, her words quick but clear. "I'm going to go grab that box of armor." Turning away from the pink box, she called out to Wendy, Nil, and Savin'.
"One of you help Eon get the pink box up to the cart. Another should go help Verun find the damn box of documents. The last should come with me, and we'll get the armor. Be fast- we need to get out of here."
Turning towards where she had seen the box of armor, she hurried off, her feet flying over the stone ground. The faster they got the supplies, the happier she would be.
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