Hello Ppl! Loved the response as of last chapter! Sadly, no more scheduled chapter releases... But on the other side, i feel compelled to tell y'all that the next chapter is basically 80% done. Just three more scenes to get through!

Please tell me when I'm messing up, this poor author begs you. Anyway, bingo-bango, kablamo~ discord gg/cuYSXesV5j (just add a dot before the gg. You know the deal)

I rose up at the dawn of day-

`Get thee away! get thee away!

Pray'st thou for riches? Away! away!

This is the Throne of Mammon grey.'

Said I: This, sure, is very odd;

I took it to be the Throne of God.

For everything besides I have:

It is only for riches that I can crave.

I have mental joy, and mental health,

And mental friends, and mental wealth;

I've a wife I love, and that loves me;

I've all but riches bodily.

I am in God's presence night and day,

And He never turns His face away;

The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,

And he holds my money-bag in his hand.

For my worldly things God makes him pay,

And he'd pay for more if to him I would pray;

And so you may do the worst you can do;

Be assur'd, Mr. Devil, I won't pray to you.

Then if for riches I must not pray,

God knows, I little of prayers need say;

So, as a church is known by its steeple,

If I pray it must be for other people.

He says, if I do not worship him for a God,

I shall eat coarser food, and go worse shod;

So, as I don't value such things as these,

You must do, Mr. Devil, just as God please.

Kyū woke up with a refreshed smile on his face. He felt his tattoos sting and burn at his sudden inexplicable happiness. It didn't really hurt but did compel Kyū to summon his Nightmares in all due haste.

He may be in inexplicable pain all the time, but that was no reason for him to endure more than he would have the absolute need to. He was not an idiot, after all. Well, he wasn't always an idiot, after all. Kyū was capable of self-reflection.

So, he called on Griffon and Shadow and waited patiently for them to tell him why exactly they wanted to be out of their tattoos and why they were asking for permission.

But then a wave of absolute fatigue came over him, almost making him collapse. The only thing that stopped him was the staff Shadow summoned for him to catch from under his feet.

Kyū smiled at the act of kindness and thanked his friend. When he tried to stumble out of his bed an absolute wave of fatigue came over him, making his legs give out under him. He felt like he was carrying around twenty tons of dead weight on every single limb along with having the handicap of running One For All at his limits.

But Kyū managed to catch himself before he hit the floor. More accurately, Shadow managed to rouse herself up, find Kyū's handy-dandy silver cane and have it in Kyū's hands before anything unfortunate occurred.

So, on his knees, feeling worse than he ever had before, Kyū reviewed the situation he was in. The fatigue that had very nearly crippled him earlier had entirely vanished right then. In fact, Kyū felt like a million bucks. It made absolutely no sense whatsoever.

Even so, Kyū maintained a death grip on his cane as he took a hesitant step forward, and another, and another. After four steps, when nothing particularly odd happened, Kyū relaxed, just a little, if only within the sanctity of his mind when he was overcome with green lightning and violently shot himself across the room.

"Wha- what?! Wh-why is One For All running on high gear? Shadow, any guesses?"

Shadow, unfortunately, did not have any guesses, but offered a solution nonetheless. It was quite the agreeable solution too.

"But… What about Griffon? He barely got seven minutes of screentime last time. It doesn't seem like a good solution that will ensure the stability of my mental state in the long term. And don't tell me to not worry! He's my best friend too! Just like you! I haven't talked to him face-to-face since I shrank a foot!"

Shadow purred and rubbed against the nearly-hyperventilating Kyū's cheek, before shrinking down into cat form and jumping on top of Kyū's head.

Kyū let out a sigh at his normally empathic friend and tried to move again. Very slowly. While he did so, he wondered if he could magic up some clothes like Kyū-Alternate Shadow did.

Kyū paused at that thought. That was a complicated as hell name to give him, well, herself. He smiled then, delegating the problem of names for his future self. Right that second, he had but one objective.

To get to his phone and text Toshi-Sensei and his mom. Well, the former more than the latter at the moment. Kyū loved his mom, he really did. But her tears were not what he needed right that instant.

So, ever so slowly, with Shadow's gossips about this and that to distract himself from the pain, Kyū inched towards his phone.

There were one or two hiccups along the way (what do you mean Toshi-Sensei spent two hours in the morning to make coffee for Homeroom-Sensei, and Homeroom-Sensei never even told him thank you? Are you sure that Ho-Sensei knew that Shishou was the one to make him his coffee?)

Kyū could feel Shadow influencing his thoughts, just a bit as they chattered nervously at each other. He felt Griffon from within his left arm stirring a bit, likely to 'oh, just put a lid on it Crybaby Shakespeare and Jane Austen, I'm tryin' to catch some shuteye here!'

He almost stumbled three full steps after his conversation regarding Ho-Sensei's morning coffee when he realised that Shadow had somehow made him start calling Ho-Sensei Ho-Sensei!

It. Was. Sooooo. Embarrassing! Kyū felt Shadow beginning to turn brighter to initiate her solution to his problem before emotionally distancing himself from the whole thing. Ho-Sensei was future-Kyū's problem.

No matter that future-Kyū would only remember in the worst of moments and bring eternal shame to the Kyū name. Or that present-Kyū had no idea whatsoever what exactly future-Kyū would present as.

Kyū took another, tiny, calculated, perfectly balanced step towards his phone as he contemplated exactly what he thought about his Alternates. Alters?

No. Alternates. Kyū could already feel the weight of a mysterious copyright infringement in the future he called his alternate selves Alters. Maybe it was a One For All self-preservation thing?

Kyū digressed, even as a small gust of wind tickled the small of his back and his hand remained just the tiniest bit away from his salvation from the predicament he had landed in. Maybe he should call them different names, just to clear things up?

Kyū felt his own proposal to be completely lacklustre, with Shadow on his head not even taking a second to relay to Kyū that she much preferred being referred to as Kyū, thank you very much. It was all the same to the Nightmares. They were the same person, after all.

Shadow then asked, in the spirit of mischievousness, which Alternate exactly he preferred to embody, should the pains of his default self prove too much. Kyū, stopping himself from overreaching and thus losing his balance, stopped to consider.

There wasn't much to consider, really. Alternate-Griffon had only lasted for, as Kyū had said before, all of seven minutes. It really was a shame. When Kyū had taken that Alternate, he felt invincible. Like nothing in the world was impossible and that all he had to do to really succeed was try.

And it also brought out his inner theatre kid, for some reason. And amplified his theatrics to realms unknown. Although he didn't get to push himself much at all, Griffon's Alternate definitely left an impression.

Although, Kyū had the impression that he was also a complete playboy, for some reason.

Some reason purred softly at the top of Kyū's head and shifted her position slightly.

Kyū smiled softly when he thought of his escapades as Alternate-Shadow. For some reason, Alternate-Shadow had lightning powers and the ability to bring forth invisible clones. Invisible to others when low-powered, that is.

Kyū stopped himself from gushing over the weirdness of his Quirk and how the volatile element that was his idol's torch that embodied his very hopes and dreams that had been passed down to himself had changed it.

The lightning, he had hypothesised, would likely be a common element in all of his forms. His hypothesis was strengthened by the fact that he himself, at right that very instant, was glowing like a firefly with intermittent sparks flying off in random directions.

The clones were likely limited to Shadow. They were most probably a remnant of his own Quirk, the Yamato, the ability to cut through and sever anything. Even one's own self.

Kyū had liked being a girl, really. It was really, really fun! All his life, people had told him he was plain and then, when he lost a foot and got magick'd into being a girl, everyday people found new and surprising ways to tell her that she was cute.

That wasn't all, of course. Where Kyū's own mind was three stubbed toes away from being a nervous wreck, Alternate-Shadow's had been endlessly optimistic. Where Kyū loves to smile awkwardly all the time, for he was endlessly clumsy, Alternate-Shadow smiled front the bottom of her heart at every instance.

Maybe Kyū liked to be her because she kinda reminded him of All Might? Was that being too presumptuous? She was just him wearing another skin, after all.

How do the transformations work exactly, though, Kyū wondered idly as his never ending quest to reach his phone continued.

Wait.

Kyū reconsidered his thoughts over the last several minutes and nearly slapped his forehead before reconsidering.

He, himself, was glowing like a firefly with lightning sparking off of him! His Quirk was active!

Well, that should be obvious, really, with all the wanton destruction he'd been wreaking on his immediate surroundings with the slightest twitch. But cut Kyū some slack, he really wasn't used to this whole 'wielder of a power that brings hope to the good and drives evil to sleepless nights' thing.

So, Kyū considered his options, threw his first through fifth considerations and moved on to his sixth. That which should've been his first, really.

Kyū calmed himself down, closed his eyes, and poked at One For All to stop. Or at least slow down.

He didn't know how long he spent actually prodding at the non-sentient part of his Quirk like it could understand him, but it couldn't have been that long. He palmed his cane carefully and moved his hand back and forth before his eyes.

Kyū hesitantly took a step backwards and fell gracelessly on top of his bed. That was the worst good morning he had ever had. And it was still a good morning. Toshi-Sensei had told him that he was free enough to visit in the usual place and his mom was making katsudon for breakfast.

Kyū wasn't really sure why exactly his wake-up call had been so… exhilarating that morning, but he could say one thing about the experience.

He wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.

It also wiped out all of the phantom aches around his body. That was helpful. Hiding his pain was something Kyū could easily do, but he didn't like to. Especially from Toshi-Sensei.

Right as he calmed himself down, he was startled again.

"I AM HERE! WITH THE MORNING! I AM HERE! WITH THE MORNIN-"

By his own alarm clock.

Kyū sighed and began his day, a smile on his face even as Shadow ribbed him for how he may or may not have been startled four feet into the air by his own alarm clock.

He had set five alarms for five-minute increments past four-thirty in the morning. Shadow had driven a bit of paranoia into him after the whole Entrance Exam debacle.

So, four minutes later, freshly bathed and ready for his new day, Kyū set off towards Dagobah. The beach had become weirdly crowded by pairs every evening for reasons beyond Kyū's comprehension. When he had asked Toshi-Shishou when in his fairer form, he only invited unto himself a spout of blood and a promise for an explanation. Eventually.

Kyū had noted that All Might had been more prone to laughter throughout his rescues that day. The internet were aflame, people claiming that All Might was giving serious proud dad energy.

What even was that?

Anyway, Kyū digressed as he walked towards the most beloved place in his heart. The place where he learned that he too, could be a hero.

By the time he reached the beach, it was still only five-thirty in the morning and sunrise was over two hours away.

So, naturally, he began to warm-up and wait for his mentor to dole out his new torture for the day for Kyū to voluntarily put his body through. Muscle growth and the pains involved are most certainly not something Kyū can feel at all, for reasons beyond Kyū's wildest guesses.

He still hadn't gotten himself that appointment to the hospital he had promised his mom he'd get when he'd… changed.

Deep within himself, he could feel that guy still. No matter what Kyū tried, he couldn't find the slightest trace of that guy. Which he was not going to think about now. For his personal sanity if not for anything else.

When it comes to that guy…

All Kyū can feel is endless rage and a bottomless well of hatred. And it scares him.

Because he doesn't know why.

Oh, he knows that he was bad news. He had told All Might the same too.

But Kyū doesn't know why he was bad news. Why would he, the boy named Midoriya Izuku turn so far away from his dream?

What had happened? What couldn't Kyū remember anymore? That was the question that haunted him more than anything else. The question that Kyū asked himself in his dreams.

That he hardly dared to even think in his waking hours.

As Kyū spiralled deeper and deeper into the darker bits of his psyche, he lost track of his physical self and his surroundings as well as a result.

Thus, Kyū could be forgiven for not noticing when he got slapped out of his reverie. Quite literally, by All Might. Who seemed quite satisfied with himself for his improved technique in breaking someone out of their downwards spiral.

It was admittedly not a technique he really used all that much anymore over his hero'ing, but it was nice to know that he could smash anyone out of their funk. His origins was that of a rescue Hero, after all, and what kind of hero wouldn't know how to break someone out of their depressive funk?

Not him, at least.

He laughed loudly when his apprentice yanked himself out of the sand, clearly out of his funk and looking vaguely like he wished to strangle Toshinori, just a little bit, while also wanting to hug him. They hadn't really met in a while, after all. Late night therapy sessions didn't really count, and even then it had been a while.

Toshinori could relate to his apprentice on conflicted feelings regarding mentors. Hie had a lot of conflicted feelings regarding his own, after all. On the one hand, he trusted the man with his life and every secret. He was basically his second dad. On the other hand, that man scared the living crap out of Toshinori.

He still hadn't gotten around to telling him about Kyū…

Eh, that's future Toshinori's problem, Toshinori decided as he smiled at his disciple trudging his way towards him. The day's challenge for him would be simple! Toshinori knew how he suffered in his normal self, and all signs indicated that did not extend to his… different forms?

Quirks were weird, Toshinori decided once more, not fifteen minutes after trouncing a literal lava-man into the ground, compressing him into a ball, cooling him off with a New Jersey Smash and handing him off to the police.

Speaking of, he hadn't yet filed the paperwork for that…

Toshinori delegated that particular pain to Future Toshinori even as he dodged his disciple's earnest attempt at a sneak attack.

Toshinori smiled at his kid and handed him his breakfast. Toshinori knew that Kyū's energy really wasn't sourced from anything physical. The several months wherein he ate nothing but pizza and strawberry parfait from that one place attested to that essential tidbit.

Toshinori had no idea where his successor got his limitless energy from, but nonetheless, he did acknowledge one thing. His successor had a will of solid steel.

That made the expression on Kyū's face as he explained to him his task for the day even more hilarious.

Toshinori picked up the lens that his best friend and brother in all but blood, David Shield made for him a long time before. He doubted it would actually work, but he was running out of options and that was one of the last things he had left up his box of tricks.

Not that his box of tricks was particularly big in the first place.

The lens were made with cutting-edge (for the time) technology and would help the user refine and optimising their fighting style. Toshinori never really needed it since he was an idiot who only knew how to punch things properly but his successor was a different tale entirely.

Toshinori knew that Kyū and his Quirk interacted strangely with electronics. He just hoped that it didn't turn his very antique (sadly, a forty year old electronic counts as an antique, as both Naomasa and David have told him) piece of cutting-edge hardware and leave him with no recourse other than…

Toshinori gulped as the idea passed through his head. Calling him would probably shorten the time he had left as the Number One and as a Hero both.

His scars throbbed at the thought, like the one who inflicted them unto him was laughing.

Toshinori shrugged off the pain that had not one bit lessened since the day his wounds had scarred over and smiled at his disciple wincing as he put on the lens. He wouldn't put it past that… demon king to have had a Quirk up his sleeve that prevented the healing of all injuries inflicted. Toshinori felt his smile beginning to turn into a grimace and shored up, not wanting to have his inheritor see such a sight.

As Toshinori recalled, the lenses his successor was currently struggling to don were made of a special material that David had himself patented made without the interference of any Quirk with exceedingly exact specifications.

He knew that the onboard computer would change the AI present to fit the wielder. He had heard his best-friend and roommate go on and on and on about the miracles he pulled to make that thing. Fifty three years ahead of its time, David had called it.

And forty years later, still nobody had come even slightly close to making something that resembled the crudest of prototypes of the thing. But, for the life of him, Toshinori couldn't recall what the official codename for the thing was.

All he knew was that it was some demon whose name starts with an L.

Toshinori knew he really wasn't that god with naming things. Other than when things really mattered, that is. He was really good at naming things then. He was the one that had dubbed that particular mission Mission Orion after all.

Toshinori snapped out of his reverie just as Kyū finished towelling the tears out of his eyes.

"So, young Kyū, your task for today is quite simple, I'd say. Do not walk a single step till you reach school in your current form. After that, if you want to, you may change forms."

Toshinori paused even as the not-so-little bundle of green energy before him began to stretch and prepare for his task. Toshinori then gave Kyū the real task for his day. Dodging the attention from the police and the cameras while going towards school relying solely on Shadow would be child's play for one such as Kyū.

So, he gave Kyū a curveball. Toshinori wouldn't admit it, but the cocky version of his little green bundle of joy kind of frightened him. "The final task for you for this day is to make at least two friends! And the invisible lady does not count."

Toshinori looked at his apprentice who suddenly looked very sure of himself and asked him if he was alright. He did not take back his task for the day, however. It was important for a Hero to socialise. Kyū knew that too.

When Toshinori asked Kyū about his feelings regarding his day's tasks, what he got was not what he expected at all.

"I rose up at the dawn of day-

`Get thee away! get thee away!

Pray'st thou for riches? Away! away!

This is the Throne of Mammon grey.'"

Toshinori paused. What on earth did his successor mean by that? Before he could even try to decipher whatever poem Kyū had spouted on the spot, Kyū, being as red-faced as he could possibly be, told Toshinori that he agreed with the task.

U.A was around twenty-four kilometres from the beach, but that was only if one considered the direct route. Like, say, one of All Might's jumps.

Via the land route, it would be closer to call the journey to be a proper marathon. In the time Toshinori had explained the task and Kyū had his breakfast, an hour had passed.

Till school began, only an hour remained.

Toshinori handed Kyū something he had been tinkering with himself. A cassette player and a connected pair of red headphones. Toshinori coughed at Kyū's inquisitive gaze and mentioned that he too had gotten into the business of refurbishing ancient technology in the pursuit of music.

Toshinori hadn't really listened to whatever was on the tape, however. Hopefully Kyū didn't find it too off-putting. Kyū did not need to know that little tidbit of information, however.

So Toshinori watched his protege awkwardly try to find a spot on his outfit the music player won't fall off from for two minutes before finally giving in to temptation and hooking the thing to his pants.

Kyū then saluted Toshinori and, upon retrieving his cane from his shadow, surfed on solid ground towards the direction of U.A.

Toshinori smiled at the shrinking back of his student and contemplated his own vehicle. He couldn't really go for a coffee anymore, but chocolate was fine, right?

As Toshinori racked his brains on the ins and outs of his dietary requirements even as he started the engine of his old reliable truck and set the course for U.A.

Hopefully he won't get a call from Naomasa about his ward's willful breaking of the law. Or a call from Naomasa about mysterious property damage along the city.

Well, Toshinori didn't really have any schoolwork to do till at least noon, so he took a diversion to a local office to complete his paperwork. It bugged him that he still had work unfinished.

He hummed a random song as he did his work.

Luckily, he didn't receive any calls from Naomasa.

—

Tooru was late for school! And it was totally her alarm clock's fault! Why did it not go off at all? She checked it seven times before going to sleep! It worked perfectly well the day before, why was it suddenly not working?

Tooru had forgotten to get herself groceries too, all she had in the fridge was a bunch of oranges. Which, while yum, did zilch for her hunger. Her mom was busy too! Argh, the misery!

Tooru tallied her pocket money even as she hastened to put on her socks and shoes (the U.A uniform was so cute! Tooru loved how smooth it felt against her skin and the looks of the fit in general!

The tailor people she talked to had also told Tooru that she could ask for almost any customisation she wanted if she wanted any! She didn't really, but her mom had decided on long sleeves for her coat and to have the shirt hug her figure a bit more snugly. Because it would stop 'accidents' apparently.

Tooru didn't really ask what kinda 'accidents' her thirty-three year old mom was talking about. She did not want to know, that's for sure. One neat thing about getting into the Hero Course of U.A was the stipend!

The explanation went waaaaay over Tooru's head, but she understood the gist of things. Namely, she had free money she could use! Cute clothes! Shopping trips! Fresh oranges! Imported oranges! Persimmons! How were persimmons different from oranges? Who cares! They're delicious!

Tooru's mom just sighed fondly at her daughter's brightness and thanked the heavens that the Hagakure household wasn't too far from U.A.

Renting a place within reasonable travel distance of U.A would have put quite the serious bit of hurt on that generous stipend. Hagakure Tōmei wasn't gifted at all in terms of economics, but she knew that renting a place within some ten kilometres of U.A's front gate was murder on the wallet. There were scandals about predatory landlords appearing every week on the news. Or at least, that's what she told Tooru in their daily hairbrushing session.

Tooru had a great time getting ready for school! Her first day was honestly just a blur. She remembered getting shocked by… something and then getting very happy! But she didn't remember exactly what it was.

All she could really remember was running, running and more running. Aizawa-sensei was just cruel. Tooru remembered running for three hours before passing out from sheer exhaustion and then waking up in the infirmary with a note saying that she was still a student of U.A and that her overall rank was nineteen.

Which was ouch. But fair. Tooru never liked exercising all that much in the first place. But she was going to become a Hero! For that goal, she can overcome any hindrance!

As Tooru raised her fist up to show her endless willpower, she saw something that totally distracted her from her new oath.

Her bestie whom she hadn't talked to in person for, like a month (Tooru didn't really have friends, it's a bit weird to think about, but Kyū was the first person who she could just talk to about anything. And he was the guy who actually saw her too! It was practically a dream come true!) was jumping rooftops and somersaulting between buildings and doing air tricks with his fancy cane like they were going out of style.

She saw Kyū spot her and enjoyed his reaction. For such a tough guy, he had a really sweet smile, the cutest ever! And he was tall! He loved spouting random poetry to not sound nervous to maintain his image of 'coolness'. That last bit, Griffon had told her, so Tooru wouldn't know how far she'd trust it.

Kyū slid up right next to her, prominently wearing what was definitely not the U.A uniform by any stretch of the imagination, and Tooru had a stretchy imagination.

"Hi, Tooru, what's up!"

Tooru did not jump up three feet in the air and land in a princess' carry in Kyū's arms 'cause she got scared, okay? She just stumbled upwards and happened to fall into her best friends' arms!

She almost told Kyū about how she got hit by an invisible Quirk that made her jump three feet straight up when someone touched her shoulder and how it would never wear off, because it worked on how red her face was, and since she was invisible, it thought her face would be red all the time.

But when she was halfway through her rambling explanation, Kyū broke down, shaking silently even as he set her down gently on the ground. Tooru stopped babbling and looked at her friend, seeing him struggling very, very hard to hold his laughter in.

Tooru couldn't see her own face, but she knew that she must have been making a silly expression, because one look at her made Kyū break down even more.

It was annoying, 'cause she couldn't even reach up to his head to pull his ear! It was so frustrating! "Why can't you be shorter?!" asked Tooru, who had forgotten most every detail from the previous day.

Kyū stopped laughing at Tooru's request before shrugging and obliging her in a flash of green lightning.

Tooru's schriek could be heard for miles.

Elsewhere

"Stop fidgeting with that amulet, Nelo."

"Yes, my master."

"Ah, young Tomura, tell me your plan."

"Yes, sensei. I heard that deplorable Symbol of Peace is teaching at U.A. The NPCs aren't sure of this piece of lore but my WIS stats are telling me that he is definitely there."

"Good. Always trust in your intuition, young Tomura, my cute little apprentice. I'm sure you deserve a reward for overcoming that barrier on your own. Doctor!"

"Yes, Master!"

"I'm sure Tomura would appreciate having some allies on his crusade. Who are you ready to send? Other than Kurogiri and our dear Nelo, of course."

"Hmmm, that's an interesting quandary you place before me, Master. I can have Kurogiri upgraded with the insight Nelo's uniqueness has offered me, but the upgrade will be… unpredictable. I haven't run enough tests to know exactly what may happen. But I guarantee that it won't affect himself or the young master!"

"I don't know. What do you think, young Tomura?"

"RNG will always benefit me, Sensei! The NPCs will never see it coming!"

"Alright then. It is decided. Kurogiri, move yourself to the dear Doctor's side when he calls. Prepare yourself for some pain."

"It will hurt more than a little bit, Master. It will be a bit of a rush job, unfortunately."

"That makes no difference. Do you wish for a contribution on my part, Doctor?"

"I hesitate to ask, Master…"

"Ask, and I shall provide."

"Do you still have the Quirk, Blue Zone, taken from-"

"Stop."

"Yes, my Master. I apologise. I went too far."

"No, it's fine. I haven't thought of that Quirk in a… long while. Why, Doctor? That Quirk is useless on Earth."

"It'll be a surprise, my Master!"

"Will he recognise it? It is quite the recognisable thing, Blue Zone. It made quite the impression on the great idiot, if I recall rightly."

"No, Master."

"Good. You will be obliged. You are in my good graces, Doctor. One mistake won't take that away from you."

"Thank you, Master."

…

"If I recall, you have Project Beta that you have mentioned is already combat-ready."

"Ma-Master! Beta is one-of-a-kind! A true miracle! I don't know if I'd ever be able to make another like him without at least four months of-"

"Doctor."

"Y-yes, Master. Project Beta is indeed ready."

"Good. Lend it to young Tomura."

"..."

"Your silence confounds me, my good Doctor."

"I shall heed your command, as always, Master. For the pursuit of perfection."

"Indeed, Doctor. Indeed."

Is that chill I felt just me? No? You too? How odd...

Well, it was certainly just a coincidence. If you want a description of anything, all you need do is ask!

Not that I hope to ask of anything from my readers of course...

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