Jaune Arc
Jaune walked down the streets of Vale, taking in the sights of the nightlife. In a way, it was very similar to what went on in the cities back home: people shopping, eating, drinking, clubbing, walking, and talking. The sounds of life blended together into a sort of white noise that almost felt soothing.
He strolled down the streets, his hand resting lightly on his sheath. Many people carried weapons on themselves in the city, especially in the area that Jaune was walking through. Intimidation was a better guard than the police themselves.
After walking for about half an hour, he had reached his destination. Located in a quiet area of the city, the club didn't look like much from the outside, with only two bouncers standing outside the entrance, and no line. The lots around the club looked rundown and unused, which contrasted heavily with the lights streaming from the windows of the club.
Jaune slowly walked up to the bouncers, exuding confidence. He looked at the bouncers' intimidating physiques and weapons offhandedly, as if dismissing them as threats outright. Confidence was half the battle, really. People would be less likely to challenge him, and he could do without challenge.
He swiped his scroll, and stood straight with a lazy air while the bouncers registered him with the club. He had salvaged and repaired a broken scroll before adding a fake ID for John Appleseed on it. The bouncers didn't blink and waved him in, satisfied with the ID. The doors opened, and the heat and noise swallowed Jaune whole.
Yang Xiao Long
Yang Xiao Long was not in a good mood. After months of planning and collecting information, she had finally managed to sneak away from home under the guise of going to a friend's house. She had spent the whole day going from contact to contact, being shunted around the whole city looking for the information she had been promised.
Every informant said that their contact had told Yang to meet them elsewhere in the city, and so Yang had gone on a wild goose chase seeking the location of her absent mother, the infamous Raven Branwen. Raven had left Taiyang when Yang was but a child, completely disappearing.
Not many people had been willing to talk, fearing retribution from Raven, but eventually one cracked. Or rather, his arm did, before he decided to start talking. He had told Yang to meet someone who could give her the information, and that had led her onto the goose chase she had spent her day in.
Every encounter had just caused her irritation to increase, and her fuse had gotten shorter and shorter, almost lashing out and destroying the hideout she had most recently been redirected.
"Look, I know you're pissed, and I'm so sorry, but I swear, honest to god, that Junior has it! He even said that he has some contacts in the White Fang, and they had told him. Please, take your anger out on him, not me, oh god the pain, please, have mercy, I was only told to tell you to go to him, please set me down, I'm innocent! Please miss, please my arm really hurts and would you please point those away from my face, they look reall…"
Yang threw him against a wall, denting it, but shutting his rambling up. Yang knew that she had finally reached the end of her chase, and that Junior would either have the information that he had bragged about so carelessly, or he wouldn't be able to stand after she was done with him.
She turned her shotgun gauntlets, Ember Celica, back into their compact form, the golden bracelets she wore. Heading out of the run-down building that the latest victim of her anger had used as a hideout, she got on her beloved yellow and black sports bike, and peeled out.
Jaune Arc
Jaune sat at the bar drawing stares from everyone in the proximity. He had no drink in his hand, and a sword at his waist. A circle had cleared around him, which was for the best. The more he stood out from the average clubber, the more likely he was to be taken to Junior to have a chat.
He relaxed and waited for Junior to send someone to see what he wanted. He looked around, analyzing all the dancers, trying to see if there was anyone he needed to keep an eye on as time went on. There were the odd well-built individuals, the occasional pepper spray and stun gun, but nothing lethal and definitely no hunters, trainee or otherwise.
Jaune breathed a sigh of relief. The guards themselves looked incompetent, which was great if he needed to escape the site on a moment's notice.
"The boss wants to know your business." A man in a black suit, red tie, and sunglasses had appeared next to Jaune.
"Yeah? Tell him I want to meet him. In private. I have some things that might interest him."
The man looked surprised at the quick, unintimidated response. Before he could respond, his earpiece squawked, and the man barely hid his surprise as he heard the command.
"Alright, the boss will see you. Follow me." The henchman/guard, as his position in the club was now obvious, turned stiffly away and marched towards a staircase in the far corner of the club. Jaune followed, not sparing a glance at anyone around him.
He climbed up after the guard and went through the door that the guard opened. There was a dimly lit hallway which was covered in thick padding. A door opened at the far end, with blinding light spilling out and silhouetting a man in a suit stood in the doorway.
"You said you had business with me. Come on in, let's get acquainted." The surprisingly friendly voice said. "Wouldn't do to be rude to a guest, eh?"
Yang Xiao Long
Yang pushed the doors of the club open, and walked into the noise. One of Ruby's favorite songs, 'Red like Roses' was playing loudly over the speakers. She waded through the dance floor to the bar and sat down on a stool.
"Strawberry Sunrise, no ice. Oh, and one of those little umbrellas." She ordered her drink and waved at one of the guards that were eying her suspiciously.
The one she waved to paled slightly, turned away, and ran up some stairs in the corner of the club. He was no doubt summoning Junior. She had a reputation among some of the other clubs for what she would call 'partying hard' and what most other people would call 'arson and vandalism of the highest order'.
Just a bunch of stick in the muds really. I mean, who doesn't like a good punch up? Yang examined a nail and letting the beat wash over her. Junior may not be the most enjoyable person based on the impression her contacts gave her, but at least his DJ had good taste.
Jaune Arc
Jaune and Junior were sat in Junior's comfortable office. There was soundproof padding even here, ostensibly to stop sound from getting in, but in reality to prevent anything sensitive from going out.
Junior poured both of them drinks from a decanter at his desk. Jaune studied him as the glasses were filled.
Junior was a tall, well-built individual. He wore a white shirt, a vest, and a red tie. The lack of a black jacket didn't surprise Jaune. He obviously had to stand out from the guards.
His sideburns continued to his beard, which also connected to his mustache. It looked well groomed. His eyebrows were thick and accentuated his grey eyes.
Jaune had originally taken Junior to be a confident man, but the small glances he kept throwing at Jaune quickly disproved that. Jaune also had noticed that even though Junior had vocally said for the guard to leave, he had motioned the guard closer, and Jaune had no doubt that he was standing at the door, ready to barge in to assist.
Jaune took the drink before setting it down on the desk harder than necessary. Junior frowned at that, but decided not to say anything.
So he's a coward too? Pumping him for information should be even easier, the criminal sucker. Jaune tried to pump himself up by faking internal confidence.
In reality, Jaune was slightly terrified at the whole ordeal. He knew that these people would not pull their punches, and he would have to fight his way out of the club to prevent himself from being kidnapped. He could always abandon the body in a hurry, but he didn't want to let it fall into the wrong hands.
He kept his steady gaze on Junior while waiting for his first words.
"Alright, tell me what you want. Information? Guys?"
"No Junior, I think a better question is why you let me up here, into your office. You know nothing about me."
Junior stared at Jaune, who had blatantly changed the topic, as if challenging Junior to call him out.
As expected, Junior decided to not turn the conversation back. "Your name is obviously fake, I've never heard of you, and you strolled in here all casual-like, demanding to meet with me. I think it's obvious why I brought you here."
"Have you never heard of the Prometheans? One would expect a career information broker such as yourself to be better versed in these topics."
Jaune knew that there was no way that Junior could have any comprehensive about the Prometheans. Jaune had only started planting little bits of information on the CCT about their imaginary exploits. He knew that anyone trying to figure out a mystery would be more convinced of its existence if only bits and pieces of evidence were given. Anything less or more and the mystique of the entire thing is lessened. There was a reason conspiracy theories and ARG's were so popular.
"Only some claims about some jobs they pulled off, apparently with a single man. Didn't think they were real, but you seem to be one of them." Junior tried to sound authoritative, and mostly succeeded.
Jaune just smiled at that. "I do seem to be one of them, and I am happy to know you have at least heard of us. Glad to know you're decent at your job. Now, as you could probably tell, I need information. I am willing to trade for it."
Junior leaned forward, his hands clasped together on his desk. "Like I said, what do you want?"
"I want to know the big players are in Vale. Who's running what, what is happening where, and who answers to whom."
"You want a map of the underworld?"
"Yes, that is correct. Did I mention I will pay?"
"Why can't you just get that information yourself?"
"Now, now, that would take effort! And besides, I think you will want to get me that information once you hear what I have to offer."
"Alright, wha…" The door bust open. A guard ran in, panting. Junior looked at him in distaste while the henchman panted.
"Boss, Blondie, she's here, at the bar." The guard managed to get the information out between gulps of breath.
"Goddamit! Alright, I'll be there. Uhh, you Promethean, I'll be back. Potentially trouble customer."
Junior walked out the door. Jaune decided to ignore the hidden request to stay in the office and followed Junior.
As they went down the staircase, Jaune looked at everyone at the sizeable bar. There were a couple blonds, but they didn't look like threats. On the far side, a group moved away from the bar and Jaune instantly knew that the girl sitting there was the interruption of their meeting. Even from a distance, Jaune could see that she just exuded trouble. Not good.
Yang Xiao Long
Yang saw Junior walk down the staircase with a strange man in tow. The man looked young, and was wearing very casual clothing. There also was a sword at his hip, and Yang had no doubt he could use it. He was wearing a helmet indoors, which was something only police and soldiers did.
The man stopped a bit away and leaned on a pillar to watch her. She looked back, ignoring Junior's approach. She couldn't see anything past the mirrored visor, but she
Was he the informant? Was he going to tell her where Raven was? Could this be the end of the search? Yang didn't let herself get hopeful. She knew that that would only lead to pain later on when her hopes were dashed. Better to anticipate this being a dead end as usual.
The man nodded at the bar. Yang turned, startled that she had stopped paying attention to the world around her. Junior was leaning on the counter next to her, a scowl on his face as he motioned to the bartender for a drink.
"Aren't you a little young to be in this club blondie?" Junior's voice sounded like he was trying to be gruff.
She decided to quip back at him. "Aren't you a little old to have a name like Junior?"
"So you know who I am. You got a name sweetheart?" Junior turned and leaned back on the bar.
He's going to be like that, huh?
"Yes Junior, I've got several." Yang reached down suddenly and grabbed Junior by his sensitive spheres, causing him to squeal in pain. "But instead of sweetheart, you could just call me sir." Yang squeezed tighter with each word, causing the squeals to go equally high in pitch.
Jaune Arc
Jaune watched Junior try to be suave, but he could read past the front he put up. Obviously Yang scared him more than a little, and there were no guards nearby to help him out if she attacked. Junior was trying (and failing) to make sure the blonde didn't cause any trouble by flirting with her. Jaune had no idea what the expected result was.
Jaune kept watching as Yang's smile turned playful. They faced each other again, and Yang moved closer, saying something. Jaune tensed. He knew that he had to show Junior that he needed protection, but he didn't want Junior so badly hurt as to not be able to sign order forms.
He reacted swiftly then, when he saw Yang grasp Junior in a painful grip that left him doubled over and squeaking. He paced over behind Yang and placed a hand on her shoulder, closer to the neck than was polite.
"Yang Xiao Long, please do unhand my friend here." Jaune kept his voice neutral and lowered its pitch to sound more authoritative. Jaune didn't see any weapons on her and her clothing didn't cover enough of her to hide a blade.
But good lord is she jacked! She could probably kick his ass in a match of brute strength.
Yang turned around, curiosity on her face. Most people reacted very differently to seeing their friend's berries getting bruised.
"Ooh, and why should I do that? He has information I need." Yang smiled without letting go of Junior. She could see him squirming in the mirror-like visor of the helmet and her smile widened.
"I have the same use for him as you do, Ms. Xiao Long. I would hate to see him break before I can get my information."
"Well, what if I say no?"
"Then I'm afraid we have a problem." Jaune was afraid it would come to this. He didn't want to cause any more of a scene, but Junior would give him a better deal on the required information if he threw a trouble making customer out.
Yang let go of Junior who nodded at Jaune and stumbled off. She continued to stare at Jaune, as she cocked her head. "A problem? Well, I'm sure we can figure this one out, stranger."
He gestured at the door. "Maybe we should take this outside? The atmosphere doesn't lend itself to this type of conversation."
"Ooh, walking out with a girl? People will talk." Yang walked over to Jaune, slightly swaying her hips.
"You're right, they would be jealous wouldn't they? Of you obviously." Jaune was more than happy to engage in wordplay.
Yang's eyes narrowed slightly at that. Jaune could tell what was going on in her head. Was it a compliment about her? Was it complimenting himself that people would be jealous of her for going with him? Who knew?
Jaune knew that quip had made him appear to be more than just brawn hired by Junior. He had no clue what would happen outside, but a hunch of his was growing stronger with every passing second.
He remembered reading an article in the news a few months ago about the newest batch of students that had graduated out of Signal Academy, Vale's combat school. One Yang Xiao Long had been noted in the article for outstanding performance in the Combat Tests.
Described as a blonde brawler who packed a mean punch, Jaune started to see the similarities between the newspaper's description and the girl in front of him. If she was indeed Yang, Jaune was in much deeper than he initially thought.
Of course she doesn't have any weapons hidden on her body, the weapons are her fists!
He held out his hand towards the door, an invitation for her to go first. She hesitated, but complied, walking out into the cool night. He checked over his equipment and strategies before heading outside. He would need every ounce of training he had received so far to not get absolutely destroyed.
Here goes nothing, I guess.
Yang Xiao Long
She examined the mysterious man as he walked out the door towards her. His sword was out, made of a black metal that gleamed in the moonlight. The blade itself was inlaid with some small crystals in the center, possible for decoration.
"Done checking me out?" The man's tone had gone from almost robotic to teasing, which frustrated Yang a little. She could generally read people with relative ease but this guy was sending some strongly conflicting signals.
She glared at him. "Just getting ready. You should too, you're going to need all the preparation you can get."
The response was only a yawn and a stretch of the arms. He detached something from the hilt of his sword. "You sure about a fight? You're going to damage public property just to get some information rather than waiting? Are you really that kind of person, Yang?"
"How do you know my name? I don't think I've ever met you."
"Call it a strong memory. Eidetic sometimes, but that's just self-praise." The helmeted figure twirled his sword around casually. Yang felt a slight stir of hesitation before it was burned away by her ego.
To hell with it, he needs to have the cockiness beat out of him.
Yang punched the air, activating her gauntlets. Her bracelet expanded outwards, covering her forearms, with a barrel above her knuckles. The weapon was fully loaded, with more shotgun rounds in the pouches on her belt.
Adrenaline started pumping through her body, sharpening her senses. Yang dropped down into her fighting stance. It was time to fight.
Jaune Arc
Jaune sighed as he saw Yang drop into a fighting stance. His first fight was about to start, and it was against one of the best fighters in Signal Academy. Just his luck. He held himself loose, not in any particular stance, ready to dodge or attack as he saw fit. It was one of the first things Glynda had taught him.
Jaune watched Yang shift her weight on the balls of her feet. She was using metal gauntlets as her weapons, which meant that she was a CQB fighter. Jaune altered his posture, holding the shield closed to his body and keeping his sword arm high.
As expected, Yang sprang forwards, her right arm's momentum increased significantly by a blast from her gauntlets. The fist hurtled towards Jaune's center of mass and Jaune dodged backwards.
He activated the Barrier Dust he had in his left hand. It was a special type of dust used at jails and borders. It would help block the force from Yang's punches but would break if she did anything powerful.
He ducked below Yang's second punch and deflected the third by angling his shield upward. Jaune jabbed at her over his shield but she blocked it with her other arm. The block was soon followed up by a powerful punch to his shield that sent him flying backwards.
He slammed into a truck parked on the side of the road and heard the metal groaning under the strain. Jaune groaned and opened his eyes to see Yang flying towards him.
She spun as she shot her gauntlets behind her to gain speed. She was going fast enough that any hit would do sizeable damage to his aura, which was something he could not afford. Thinking quickly, he sent his aura through a water crystal, sending out a highly pressurized blast of water out of his chestplate. It collided with Yang and she didn't have time to react to the pressure as Jaune activated an Ice Crystal and froze the stream.
The water started to crystallize rapidly from the outside in, creating a shell of ice surrounding a water center. His perception of time slowed down as he concentrated on pouring aura into the Ice Crystal, which did work to remove the thermal energy from the water. He could see the surprise in Yang's eyes as a cocoon of ice formed around her.
Yang's momentum had been largely countered by the large blast of water, and her velocity had dropped a good bit thanks to the added mass of the ice. Jaune held his shield up as the block slammed into the crater his body had created in the truck and shattered.
The force of the impact was enough to push the truck onto its side, leaving Jaune lying in the crater facing the sky. Grasping the sharp edges, he climbed out. He wobbled slightly in place at the speed at which he had expended aura just now. Firing a fast jet of water and then freezing it, all within a second?
Ugh. I'll have to thank Glynda for pushing me to do my advanced aura exercises. And my large aura reserves.
He checked his aura levels on his scroll and was happy to see that he was still at 80%, a healthy amount, but still shocking. 20 percent aura drain in the span of a few seconds was no joke; Yang packed quite a punch.
Speaking of which…
Jaune walked around the truck to see Yang stand up from a large puddle on the ground. Her dress was soaked, but Jaune didn't complain. It wasn't his fault really. His eyes travelled up to see her red eyes glaring at him as she reloaded her gauntlets.
Wait wait wait, red eyes? Didn't she have lilac eyes before? And what's with her hair?
Her hair seemed to be alight, patterns of red and orange dancing through previously blonde hair. It seemed to come alive in a way he had never seen before, almost taking a life of its own as it swayed in an unfelt wind.
It would have almost been beautiful if the owner of the hair hadn't been currently staring at him with furious red eyes. Jaune threw his shield up reflexively as she punched at him from a distance. His immediate thought was confusion. She was ten meters away, how was she going to hit him?
His query was answered a split second later as he felt something slam into his shield and light up the nearby area like a flare. The street resounded with the sound of the explosion, then again and again as the blasts continued to impact his shield.
Every time an explosive connected, he would be sent back a foot, his feet creating gouges in the asphalt. Rather than spending his aura in powering a weak Barrier, Jaune instead used that aura to empower and heal his muscles as they strained against the force of Yang's explosives.
Just when he reached an equilibrium against the forces of the explosives, something far more powerful slammed into the shield at an angle. The torque was enough to send Jaune spinning as the weight of his shield pulled him around.
A punched slammed into the small of his back and launched him into the warehouse neighboring Junior's club. His aura bore the brunt of the attack and the aura monitor on his scroll beeped a warning. Jaune didn't wait for Yang to follow up with any more attacks; it was his time to surprise her with his power.
Utilizing his one Gravity Crystal, he turned the direction of local gravity by 90 degrees, into the wall. Jaune crouched on the wall with his shield up. He had stored aura in the crystal beforehand, to reduce the strain on his own aura in battle.
A grunt alerted him to Yang finally succumbing to the pull of gravity. Jaune sprung at her and started pummeling. Yang gave up ground for a second before she got over her disorientation and started punching back. Jaune lessened the effect of the crystal, making it feel as if gravity was pulling them to the bottom of the wall.
He braced against a window fame and slashed at Yang. Sparks jumped from her gauntlets as she blocked his slash. Jaune ran up the wall and used the slight downward pull of gravity to stab through Yang's defense and strike her stomach.
He let go of his sword as her aura absorbed the damage, not wanting to jolt his arm. He spun and slammed his shield into her exposed front even as he stopped the Gravity Crystal. Jaune followed Yang down to the ground, using his aura to boost himself at her.
Cracks spread through the concrete of the sidewalk as a force of close to half a ton slammed onto it, the kinetic energy of the falling bodies becoming heat almost instantly. Jaune rolled off her, his own white aura flickering against her yellow.
He kneeled next to her supine body and looked at the building behind him. The front of it was a mess, a large and two smaller craters marring the formerly uniform surface.
And she hasn't even begun formal Hunter training. This world must be brutal for such mutations to arise in humans. As he watched, a diffuse yellow hue started to spread across the front of the building.
Jaune looked back at Yang to see her effused in her aura, which swirled into and out of her skin. It got brighter even as Jaune's faded back into invisibility. Her chest rose and fell with greater amplitude. Her nostrils flared and her hands curled into fists.
Round 2? Are you kidding? I can barely breath! He glanced at his aura meter, the screen blinking red. 50%, perfect.
Something had to be done before Yang got back up. He could feel aural exhaustion eating away at the corners of his vision and he didn't feel like getting ripped a new one tonight.
"Yang, please listen to me. Look around you, this damage could have been avoided. We both are injured, and just ending the battle now would prevent more damage, both to us and the surroundings." Jaune spoke quietly into her ear. He hoped that the words calmed her enough that they could parley.
His plea fell on deaf ears as Yang groggily got up onto a knee, shaking her head. Her red eyes glared at him, betraying no emotion but pure anger. Jaune gulped. Yang didn't seem to be one that could hide her emotions effectively, which meant that she was truly consumed by anger.
No wonder Berserkers were so feared. Jaune barely dropped into a defensive stance when a fist slammed into his head and another slammed into his chest, seemingly from nowhere. He flew backwards, flying past a couple other warehouses before crashing through a tree on the side of the road.
Where the hell did she get that much power? Jaune rolled onto his feet to see the blonde walk towards him, her hair blazing with light. She cracked her knuckles. Jaune pushed himself to his feet and started to talk.
"Yang, please. Look at what this battle has led to. We nearly destroyed a goddamn building! This is completely ridiculous. You're an aspiring huntress! Is your job protecting people or harming them? Do you think your own selfish goals are more important than those of others?
Why do you really want to be a huntress? To gain power? To intimidate others? To further your own goals? None of those sound anything like a huntress to me. More like a crimi…"
Jaune only got that far in his speech before a shot from Yang's gauntlet smacked him across the face. May have gone a little too far there, said a portion of his mind which was quickly overwhelmed by a more primal part.
She doesn't want to stop? Fine. Let's see if she has what it takes to defeat me! The rational part of his mind tried to wrest control back from this raw, primal part of him. It felt like a chained beast that had managed to get loose, all his frustration, anger, stress, passion finally released and now in control.
He straightened up, adrenaline washing away all the pain and exhaustion that had covered him like sap. It pumped in his veins and made the world brighter and the colors sharper. Time felt as if it went slower, every motion slower than he was used to.
Jaune straightened and stared back at Yang. And then he dropped his shield to the side.
Yang's eyes flickered slightly in surprise. Jaune dropped into a low stance with one hand discreetly in his belt. He watched her eyes, waiting for her to act. She didn't disappoint and leaped at him. Her arm was pulled back, orange light spewing from the back of the gauntlets as all the shots inside activated at once.
Jaune watched all this happen in slow motion, how Yang twisted in the air, her trajectory through the air, the destination of her fist. He took all of this into account and turned to his right, leaning back just enough to avoid her.
She flew past him, abject surprise in her eyes as Jaune managed to dodge her hardest punch. The surprise was replaced by pain as Jaune smashed a bottle against her side. She crashed into the ground and doubled over in pain, grasping at her sides and rolling in the grass.
Jaune threw off the glove that he had held the bottle and kicked it far away. It fell in a heap, smoke pouring off the surface. He ignored it and walked over to Yang who was laying on the ground gasping. Her eyes were back to lilac and clouded with pain.
"What…what did you do? My aura…" Her voice was tinged with pain. She stared at his featureless helmet in a mix of pain, anger, disgust among others.
"A mix of acids, oxidizers, and dehydrators with water." Jaune knelt next to her and rummaged through a pouch. "Gasses go through your aura, the water reacts with them, the rest you probably felt first hand."
She continued to stare at him. Jaune sighed. "Look, I'm sorry about this. My intention was not to hurt you, but you didn't stop after we ruined this place. I had to stop this before either of us got permanently hurt."
Jaune took out a white crystal and placed it in her hands.
"What is that?"
"Aura crystal. It'll help your aura heal the wound. It's not bleeding is it?"
"What do you care?" Yang glared at him but she couldn't keep it up. Her aura enveloped the crystal and her expression softened. "Thanks."
"No problem." Jaune started to get up.
"You know…" Yang's voice was soft and low. Jaune lowered himself back into the crouching position. "I didn't really want to fight. But this damn semblance… Sometimes it just feels right to just fight you know? I didn't even know you, all you wanted was for me to leave, a little punch up, I don't know."
Jaune remained silent.
"Next thing I know, I'm going at it with all I've got and I just can't help it!" Yang covered her face with her hands. Jaune awkwardly kneeled there next to her while she composed herself.
"This doesn't mean I forgive you, you…" Yang looked him up and down. "What is your name?"
"Promethean." He wasn't going to meet her again hopefully, so giving her a stupid name would prevent her from asking other people about him.
"That's a stupid name, but it matches your fashion sense." Yang smiled and sat up, her aura barely visible. "Thanks for the fight by the way."
"No problem?" Jaune dusted his knees off. "Anyways, you should skedaddle before the police get here."
Yang laughed. "Alright dad, will do." She walked off with that sway in her hips. Jaune watched her walk to a black and yellow bike, thoroughly bemused.
What the actual hell just happened?
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