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Post by Loner。 on Jun 5, 2017 4:00:17 GMT
Though some areas were darker on the way Malik walked, the presence of less light did not bother Malik in the slightest. His vision even among the shadows was uncannily sharp. If he really had the need of light, it wasn't exactly something that left him when the lights went out.
Malik regretted immediately leaving the bike. How had he done that without thinking when he intended to bring it along. Well better to walk than to ride for now. Besides they didn't end up getting very far.
A boy shouted out at a shadow which had become visible. Malik turned himself toward it, and the ghost hunter, backtracking only slightly in order to keep Kellan and now Doppler as well within range of sight and reach should he need to act. "Trust me. That's no ghost." Malik warned clearly, his expression turning from wary awareness of his surroundings, to focused contempt. He had an idea as to what sort of thing this was, and after his experiences with the Necropolis attack from some time ago, he definitely did not like it. Automatically he put himself between the other two and the shadow. He'd faced things like this before, but the others, he could not be so sure about. He assumed that both were more human than he was, as he had no system to know if either of the other males had traits to the contrary.
Memories from the attack came back clear as if it had been yesterday, including things he'd done which he couldn't help but regret. He'd seen things he couldn't forget as well. He wished he could just pass this shadow off as something mundane, but the fears he had acquired from the event, and the subtle events so far, didn't let him keep such an assumption, no matter how much he hoped it could be just an unusual shadow.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Jun 5, 2017 5:47:03 GMT
The illusions flickered and faded as It*s concentration evaporated. Some... rAnDOm tWATtle had just. JUst... BA RGED onto the scene, waving some weiRD little contraption around like a fuckwit, screaming at the top of his lungs like he just found gold. Worst of all, the little shit was pointing right at It*. And now the rest were as well. {For Malik}To Malik, and Malik alone, It*s appearance was plainly visible now: beneath the shadows was a young woman, barely a teenager, but all her proportions were off; her eyes were too big, her skin too palid, her mouth a bit too wide. Her body was emaciated, with fingers capped with nails that hadn't seen a trimming in a long while and a too-thin face. Any thoughts she may have had were muddled at best, but by the blank stare it was fairly clear she hadn't planned on being seen.
Behind her, however, was something snakelike and purely black -- blacker than the deepest pits imaginable, so dark that it almost wasn't there. That was the best way to describe it; anything more was too nebulous to give words to, as the form shifted and squirmed like a mass of worms. Staring at it for more than a couple of seconds would likely eat at his sanity, make him see more things surrounding "the girl". Several seconds passed before the beast reacted. With cover blown and It*s prey aware of It*s presence, the creature released a frustrated hiss and retreated back behind the building. There was no reason to remain; their fear had basically evaporated, and It* didn't feel like scuffling. It* wasn't gone, though, and sulked nearby, waiting for a better chance to strike; unless the group actively sought It*, the monster would follow them at a fair distance. The voices were not happy with this development. Occasionally, Malik & the others would hear a low, pained moan. Where it was coming from exactly, though, would be difficult to discern. |
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Post by 0 on Jun 5, 2017 17:31:05 GMT
As Doppler shuffled around in his pockets, the sound of rapid footsteps met his ears.
He glanced up, just as he felt his fingers close around something.
Some young man came rushing to stand beside him, after which some blond black dude (which threw him for a loop for a second) hurried in front of him.
"Hey, what the frig, man?" he snapped, pulling out an old 90s digital camera from his pockets.
He unpopped the cap, leaning around the man to snap a quick picture or two of where he'd seen the shadow --with the flash off, of course.
Didn't want to scare it away, or risk it being confused with all the other shadows.
As he peered past the camera, however, he could see that it was already long gone.
The boy let out a sad moan, although he didn't put the camera back.
Crouching down to pick up the walkman sonar he'd dropped, he turned his attention on the other two near him.
"What do you mean, 'not a ghost'?" he said, hissing in slight annoyance at the blond man.
For all he knew, he could have caught a shot of the ghost, had the guy not bothered to slide in front of him like some--some...some arrogant, flashy disco roller.
"It was CLEARLY some sorta specter.
Man...I coulda had some evidence and EVERYthing...," he grumbled, kicking his shoe against the pavement.
Then he squinted in understanding.
Ah...a disbeliever, it must be!
Wantin' to conceal the evidence!
Well, that didn't mean he had to go and block his view!
Go disbelieve in yer own corner.
With a huff, he wrapped the camera around his neck by its long, thin ropey cord, and then turned to glare at the other stranger.
"What are ya hangin' round me fer?
I'm not lost."
Seeing the other's bloodshot eyes, he took a step back.
Were they weedies or something?
Turning about, he continued heading the direction he'd been going before, hoping they wouldn't tail him (not even realizing that he was going towards where their bicycles had been left), he'd be able to hide somewhere nearby, wait until they eventually went away from the building, and he'd be able to continue his investigation.
No way in hell was he going to give this up, now that he'd finally spotted a ghost in this neighborhood.
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Post by Loner。 on Jun 5, 2017 19:19:17 GMT
Malik turned towards Doppler slowly, not letting himself loose track of where 'it' had fled. If blond hair wasn't odd enough, (and that was the more natural thing, as plenty of people bleached and dyed their hair) his eyes odder, sharp and bright, and intense.
'It was only a shadow' Malik really wanted to say that, to go with what he knew the others probably had seen, but he had not seen just a shadow. The image had been unclear, obscured, but he'd begun to see a person-like form through the darkness of it as he'd looked before it fled.
Instead of denying that it was something spiritual he said. "Kid. That was something darker than some ghost, more akin to..." He paused, realizing what he had been going to say would sound like the story of someone with an overactive immagination to anyone who had not witnessed the real attack from a while ago. "Not many people would believe it anyhow" He huffed. Even people he'd seen get hurt during the demonic attack acted like it had never happened when approached after the event. He couldn't just tell a stranger about what he'd seen on that dark day.
Malik's attention repeatedly shifted to the corner where the thing had escaped, and the occasional moaning seemed to vaguely come. Even while dispising what it might be, he couldn't help but be a little curious since he had seen a vague human figure in the shadow before it had moved behind the building. It took him a few moments to turn his attention away.
"Lets get the bikes." He suggested to Kellan, beginning to backtrack now, since he sort of had an idea as to where the shadow thing was for the moment. Of course this meant temporarily following Doppler
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Post by wolfy on Jun 13, 2017 6:32:33 GMT
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It was evident Kellan had regretted approaching the boy, especially as annoying and whiny his voice was. The camera flash blinded the redhead for a couple seconds despite its light not directly being pointed at him; his unnaturally white eyes had come with setbacks, including some kind of sensitivity to very bright lights. The sun didn't necessarily hurt him, but non-natural light sources irked his touchy eyes.As Kellan's pupils dilated to get used to the sudden change in brightness and darkness, he heard the younger boy's shrill voice, complaining about how he could have had "evidence." Evidence of what?The energy he had— no, both he and Malik had sensed only minutes earlier? No . . . the boy couldn't have been able to sense that. For Heaven's sake, he believed in ghosts.Kellan sighed before realizing that the other boy had been looking at him, as if he was some kind of criminal. The male raised his eyebrow, remembering that the way he presented himself could have been interpreted as seedy or even insulting to some. A hooligan, even."I didn't say you were lost," he scoffed, incredulous at the boy's immediate reaction to him approaching. He squinted— every syllable the boy spoke started to piss him off more; all he said were complaints and childish things.Kellan realized he had spoken too soon; Malik's warning rang clear in his ears, solidifying his theory about Malik being an outsider . . . a supernatural being, grander and more powerful than a mere human. It just made him tense, because what if others could sense his unnaturalness in this world? His backstory was not to be revealed, especially as it could provide a critical weakness point if it was found out.As soon as Doppler started walking, the male had immediately sensed a change in energy. Of course— it was the thing that had made both Malik and Kellan leave before, only to come back to the same spot again. How ironic.But the flickering of the light caused his head to hurt again, forcing him to let out a groan and spit on the ground in front of him. I swear to Eden, I will kill whoever keeps causing this, Kellan thought, his anger unnecessarily presenting itself in his face reddening.The pain didn't last long, however, as whatever energy had been circling them disappeared in an instant; whatever had been causing it had went away, finally. What was left were those sounds that had turned into some kind of moan, as if whatever was letting them out was annoyed. Kellan smirked; he was annoyed as well, more towards the light flickering-maker who had disappeared.
Kellan nodded silently as Malik suggested they go get the bikes, feeling slightly relieved he had remembered about them. He didn't feel like walking, and taking the bikes was a safer and quicker method of retreating from the area with much less casualties.
Of course, his relief faded as he realized they would have to amble behind Doppler, who had been so keen on the "ghost." If he complained about the pair "following" him, Kellan was sure he would slap the boy.
However, the aggressive thoughts were pushed away as the male realized what he was thinking. No . . . how could this be? I can't be thinking this, this isn't right. He's just a kid, Kellan argued against himself, his conflicting emotions raging throughout his head. The internal conflict could be visible in the reflection of the unstable light in his eyes, dancing like an ignited flame. In a blink, the reflection was gone and Kellan resumed following Malik, any evidence of his conflicting thoughts gone.
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Post by 0 on Jun 13, 2017 17:14:20 GMT
"What?"
Doppler paused as the blond man tried to give his own explanation for the shadow; his head turned slightly to face the man, though he found himself somewhat unwilling to look directly at those blue eyes.
Unfortunately, the man's sentence only trailed off into nothing, and the boy turned back around, continuing on his way.
"Pfft...a 'demon', right?" the boy scoffed, his incredulity clear in his tone.
He couldn't think of what other entity could be said as being 'darker than some ghost'.
But demons don't exist!
Just angry ghosts.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Doppler threw a glance over his shoulder.
They were following him.
He picked up his pace, deciding to cross early over the street and to the other side, angling his body to move closer to the haunted building.
Maybe they were afraid of the house and would stay far away from him --or perhaps they were too ready to ride their white horses his way.
Pleasegodno.
He lifted his camera up, peering through what the lense could see in the darkening light.
The weird moaning hadn't escaped his notice, and he was hopeful his camera would be able to see what he could not.
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Post by Loner。 on Jun 13, 2017 19:13:43 GMT
Malik shook his head, not surprised that he had ended up being scoffed at. That kid probably couldn't really see them, not in the way Malik sometimes could, so clearly that he'd sometimes made the mistake of thinking some of those ghosts and demons and other spiritual forces were instead living breathing beings that anyone could see. Well all the better if the kid couldn't really see them clearly. Malik couod only hope that that obsession with ghosts would not sink Doppler into trouble with a harmful spiritual force some day.
Care as he might for the welfare of strangers, there was little Malik could do to keep someone safe when as keen to not listen as Doppler seemed. Protecting people was a difficult thing.
Malik couldn't help but feel a lingering tension from the encounter. It wasn't fear so there was little Malik could do about it but hope this anticlimactic end was actually the end of his adventures for the day.
Malik reached his bike and knocked the kickstand where it would no longer hold up the bike. He held onto the handlebars with one hand to keep the contraption upright, ready to depart already even if it meant not fulfilling his former plans of looking at apartments and scoping out the neighborhood. Malik was not entirely sure why he waited for Kellan. It wasn't like he had any sort of bond with the red head. Kellan was a stranger, probably someone who like many Malik had met in recent months was probably best off going his own way, keeping away from whatever supernatural karma seemed to be following Malik around. It was probably just coincidence that Malik thought himself more likely to run into supernatural misadventures than many at this point.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Jun 15, 2017 21:12:45 GMT
Seemed they were doing plenty to upset each other without It*s help. Perhaps their discovery didn't rate as highly as it ought to, or they dismissed the sighting as something in their heads? Either way was better than having them be aware of the true danger.
How cute. The youngest was throwing a fit. This was absolutely delicious.
Perhaps there was still a meal to be had. But only if they did not get away. The boy was the most obvious target -- but hardly the most dangerous. Should It* pursue the elder, culling the alpha to scatter the ketchup packets? So many choices and not enough time.
Or...
Decisions were made.
It* brushed its power against the senses of the youngest male, making him hear the faintest of whispers from the alley between the houses it hid behind -- a beckoning siren's call for such an adventurous soul. In the meanwhile, It* itself clambered easily upon the roof, making sure to stay low and out of sight from the sidewalk while still having a clear view of the routes and yards below. And also leaving an easier escape route just in case things went sour.
The voices grew giddy with anticipation, and eased the pain in It*s mind. They always got that way when a meal was present; so much power, yet so, so basic in thought. That was fine -- they were easier to handle that way. |
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Post by 0 on Jun 15, 2017 21:43:28 GMT
There was, unfortunately, not much to be seen through the camera's lenses.
In fact, hardly anything at all -- the old camera seemed to have worse vision than him!
After having scanned the perimeter with the camera, for a few moments the boy stood lowering and raising the object, eyeing the difference between the camera's total lack of peering into the darkness, and his own capabilities of being able to see at least somewhat in even the darkest corners (perhaps only because there was already a decent amount of light still around him, but then why couldn't the single-lensed, straight-shotted camera pick it up?...--).
He wondered how in the heck these things ever caught ghosts in the first place, when it seemed so obvious that he could see better than it!
Sure, he couldn't ZOOM, but what does ZOOMING have to do with the paranormal?
As he proceeded to make these not-so-subtle gestures of confusion and frustration, something began to tickle the hairs around his ears.
The child looked up, thoughts going quiet as he focused his attention on the incoming noise.
Was it...whispering?
Hot diggity!
The big grin that plastered across his cheeks couldn't be suppressed even if he had wanted to, the boy practically skipping (on tiptoes, of course -- gotta be sneaky, don't we?) across the lawn as he followed the sound.
He shoulda brought his tape recorder, but, alas, he hadn't come so prepared as he usually did.
Just his camera and his rad-- he gave a pause just as he entered the in-between houses alleyway, patting down his pockets.
A glance was sent over his shoulder, around the corner, recognizing the small glinting object on the sidewalk, right where he'd left it after having dropped it in amazement.
Shit.
Well, no matter; he was already here, knew where the ghost was!
It's not like the thing was all that accurate anyhow.
He'll just pick it up later...if the adult duo don't steal it first, that is.
Head turned back around, eyes slowly adjusting to the shadows of the alley, as he began to poke around its contents while mumbling quietly, "Here, ghosty, ghosty, ghosty...."
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Post by wolfy on Jun 20, 2017 9:23:01 GMT
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Kellan quickened his walking speed, hastily approaching the bike. His earlier thoughts were dragging his mental state down, and even without using his own powers, he was unstable enough already.
He hadn't chained the bicycle up, seeing that it wasn't his to lose, so he simply dragged it up off the ground from where he left it and walked it towards Malik.
The male saw that the other one was waiting for him. Why, he didn't know. Maybe they were starting to become acquaintances, or maybe even friends? A far-fetched idea, but not one that was impossible. Given Malik's ... unique aura and Kellan's own secrets, they could possibly team up. But it was simply a possibility.
Kellan stopped too, however. The young boy seemed to be behaving erratically in front of the pair, going around in circles while looking through his camera. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, wondering what that annoying child was up to. But then the boy perked up and started moving towards an alleyway, which confused Kellan even more.
Didn't that child know the dangers of alleyways, talking to strangers, and even simply being alone, especially at night?
"Er, what was your name ... Malik," Kellan started, shifting his weight onto one foot, his arms already starting to tire from holding the bike upright. "Should we go see what that boy's up to? It doesn't seem like he knows what he's doing." Loner。 0 Tzuvachyysh
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Post by Loner。 on Jun 20, 2017 12:27:06 GMT
Malik glared at the alleyway, towards where the shadow being and the boy were currently out of sight. "He doesn't." Malik agreed with Kellan about the kid not knowing what he was getting into. He was't really sure if Kellan knew either.
Malik didn't want to help that boy but he knew that if, something bad happened to the kid he'd probably blame himself for knowing of the danger before hand but doing nothing. If nothing happened as the boy seemed to believe, or if Malik intervened again so nothing happened because of it, it wouldn't smack any sense into Doppler. Doppler wouldn't learn that he'd ever been in real danger. If he didn't approach, giving the evil a chance to show itself, Malik wondered if he would be fast enough to get there if the danger came out as he expected it would? There was a chance he could be if he relied on that restless energy, that almost made him want to test it against something. There was a chance he wouldn't be able to as well.
Malik began slowly heading back to the place where the dark shadow was, guiding the bike along with him. Even though he had an idea of how dangerous the thing there was, he forced himself to not hurry, hoping he wouldn't end up reacting too late.
"What about you?" Malik asked Kellan. "You seem to get a headache whenever we end up close to that." Malik asked concerned about the redhead's own wellbeing. He wouldn't blame Kellan if he felt he ought to retreat. Fleeing and letting someone else take the danger actually made more sense than going back to the thing that was causing them trouble in the first place. wolfy
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Jun 20, 2017 16:09:36 GMT
As predictable as melting ice. Creeping across the roof, It* took extra precaution to stay out of sight before striking. Silent patters were masked by city noise, as It* homed in on the little jitters in the back of the boy's mind.
The Hunger bayed in It*s head, demanding food. It* could feel the bite of that ravenous appetite gnawing at what remained of It*s own mind, so desperate was it to feed. A few memories were torn away, vanishing into the Hunger's maw, forcing It* to bite back a scream -- a reminder of the power that It*s provider held over the creature.
Luckily the boy had wandered far enough from the pair for them to do little now other than watch. Spilling off the roof's edge like a pitch-black tide, It* reached into the alleyway, pale, emaciated limbs wrapping around the boy's mouth and body, then slipped back up onto the roof. The entire scene lasted mere seconds, and by the time the darkness cleared Doppler (and his camera) was gone.
Above, It* held It*s prey fast by the belly and throat, nuzzling It*s (very real) head along the nape of the boy's neck. Tiny giggles and coos escaped with a gravelly rasp, visions of creeping, crawling things skittering just out of the child's sight as the darkness cloaked them. For the first time it spoke, tone tainted with madness and promising a painful end: "Hello... friend." |
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Post by 0 on Jun 20, 2017 17:39:17 GMT
Doppler whirled around as he heard a rustle, instantly picking up the camera wrapped around his neck, shutters clicking.
Ah...just a piece of trash.
He lowered the device with a disappointed huff.
The gust of wind continued on around him, picking up for a beat as he began to turn around.
Before he could complete the step, however, he heard the rattle of shingles, saw a shadow flash in his peripheral vision, and only milliseconds later felt pressure all over his body.
A bony hand held his mouth tight so that he could only emit a muffled yelp of surprise, while his arms were held fast, pushed uselessly against his body by pale limbs that possessed more strength their stringy emaciated limbs seemed to otherwise suggest.
The wind rushed in his ears, nausea filling his throat as he felt his body flung upwards by the force, dragged onto the rooftop.
His vision filled with darkness, eyes belying him with visions of tiny pests and vermin, beetles, cockroaches, mice and rats, creatures he couldn't identify, all skittering around him in the shadows.
He couldn't hear much past the blood pumping in his ears from his panicking heart, but the rasping breaths and insane whisper brushing past his hair was hard to miss.
There really wasn't much he could do, say, or even think, body and mind impulsed by instinct alone at this point.
Sweat began to pour down his brow as he waited to get his neck snapped, teeth digging in his flesh, or something of the sorts.
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Post by wolfy on Jun 22, 2017 8:35:26 GMT
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Malik seemed to wait for a minute as he stared off into the alleyway, thinking about whatever it was he thought about. Kellan simply shifted his weight again, patiently awaiting the other male to start walking. He seemed to have more experience with whatever this force they were dealing with, whereas Kellan had only faced humans— never anything truly supernatural like him.
As the other male started to walk, Kellan followed behind, walking the stolen bike beside him. His face was expressionless, but inside his head, a storm had started to rage. He had never thought about how to handle the problem, and he couldn't just leave it all for Malik, despite how much he wanted to— it wasn't a moral thing, but Kellan couldn't stand being left out of fights where he could possibly help gain an advantage over the enemy.
So even now, getting closer to the alleyway, Kellan started to sweat. This was it ... he would have to show his true colors in front of Malik, Doppler, and whatever was trying to intimidate them. They would know his abilities and find out his weakness. Unless nothing happened. Unless there wasn't anything actually there, and whatever entity was there was just them hallucinating. It was probably some weird gas in the air causing them to think this way.
The blonde's question surprised Kellan. He couldn't have noticed all of his headaches, right? Despite Malik being correct, Kellan shook his head. "Pain's horrible, but it won't be anything compared to whatever we've got ourselves into," he answered, smirking cockily. He could definitely manage the pain.
It only made him stronger, if only slightly. Channeling the pain to his hands, he could use his powers simply by using his fingers on his skin, something he wouldn't normally be able to do had he not been in pain. By now, it was such a common occurrence for him to be in pain in one way or another that his headaches were simply another thing to tack on to the end of his list.
His smirk didn't last long, disappearing as he watched what was before him and Malik. A gasp escaped his closed lips, his eyes wide. Doppler's body had disappeared, seemingly like a puppeteer's hands grasped its own puppets.
Kellan frowned, and before his mind could process what had just happened, he dropped the bicycle and ran to the spot Doppler had disappeared. Whatever pale thing grabbed him was gone, too— there weren't any traces of the boy's camera or devices he had with him.
Frustrated, the redhead groaned. All of this confused him, angered him that whatever they were facing was unable to be seen, a cunning faceless enemy, tricking its way to its prey.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Jun 22, 2017 15:23:13 GMT
Restraint was not something It* was terribly good at. The fear that the boy practically radiated was irresistible. Every ounce of willpower It* had was needed to keep from feeding here and now; keeping the child alive was required for the time being.
"D'aww, are we scared?" It* quietly mocked, tittering in fits of giggles that sounded more like the skittering of rat feet, "Not so much fun now, is it? Why don't we have a look at you, little fly?" Phantom limbs grasped Doppler, an arctic-cold grasp roughly jerking the boy around.
Sunken, bloodshot eyes stared back, framed by a face that looked like that of a young lady but with skin stretched too far across her skull. A pretty girl once, perhaps, but that had long since been taken from her. Her hair -- its color having long-since become indiscernible -- was now greasy, unkempt locks, matted to her skull and crawling reluctantly down her face & shoulders. She squatted there, all skin and bones, leering at him like a famished dog to a juicy steak.
It* didn't speak further for a while; the only reaction It* gave was a slowly spreading 'smile', from one ear to the other, that made it look even more absurdly horrific. Even if the boy tried to scream, he'd find his voice strangled by some fell magic. Placing a bony finger to what passed for its lips, 'she' shushed Doppler, pointing superfluously over the side of the room, back down towards the alley where she'd whisked the child away from.
It didn't take long for the trap to work, either. It* could already hear one of the others running right into the spider's web. But part of It*s concentration was on the bait; overreaching now would leave it open to the third one -- that one that could see It*s form. And yet, hunger drove It* to act; turning from Doppler, the creature carefully peered over the edge, cloaking It*s form in shadows, quivering in anticipation.
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