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Ready! Standby...


Location: Gateway to the Starry Skies

Time: Early afternoon

Current Environment: Eternal dawn 

Recent travel log:
0101-2 - Luthadel
0102   - The Black Market

0103   - Hawai'i

0104   - Val Habar


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Twilight Sparkle - Gateway


Pascal remembered to bring a frying pan this time. 


"Pascal, is this really --"


The young woman put a gloved hand over the pony's snout to hold it shut and stop her from saying any more. She a finger over over her lips in a silencing gesture. The way which the corners of her lips curled into a cheeky smile worried Twilight a little bit. That two legged creature really reminded her of Pinkie Pie's mannerisms, though instead of being obsessed with throwing parties this one was also as immersed into arcane research as she was, which was a fantastic thing. It was like a breath of fresh air, being able to talk to someone who actually understood the jargon. Twilight's wings drooped, signaling that she had given up on questioning Pascal's methods.


It took the woman a lot of effort to not take off running and instead keep pace with the pony as they traveled across the fascinating little planet. It really was a blessing that Princess Rosalina pointed it out to them and helped everyone settle in; Twilight didn't know where the Restoration Squad would be without a proper place to call their own. It was perfect, too: according to the star princess, this planet -- Gateway to the Starry Skies, as she called it -- supposedly had the ability to attract lost heroes and land them safely here within the meadows.


Well, it definitely was able to do that now, after Pascal did some work on it. Twilight envied her engineering expertise -- she herself was simply a theory pony.


Cross-dimensional ripples always seemed to put a spring into the Amarcian's step, and the alicorn speculated that it was either because it proved her gadgets worked, but it was more likely that she was just someone eager to meet new people with strange new powers. The past month raced by with dizzying speed, starting with their first breakthrough regarding the nature of these time-space anomalies and since then, there were quite a number of people who have come, gone, and stayed.


The Gateway itself was a collection of tall, dark boulders arranged in a circle, surrounding a meadow of yellow flowers that Pascal half-destroyed to make room for a stone platform in its center. It made transfer trips a lot easier, according to her, which wasn't exactly a false statement. There were still enough flowers to catch the fall of any chance arrivals, but some might have had the misfortune to land on the rock into which was inscribed the teleportation glyph. If the dimensional shift didn't knock them out, then the hard landing pad would have.


Pascal whipped out the frying pan with an uncharacteristic amount of aggression and banged it against the foot of her staff, not even bothering to check the bodies hidden among the marigolds. "Rise~ and~ Shine~!" she shouted, her voice and her clanging likely reaching all the way back to the main base.


Twilight hoped she wouldn't disturb any of the agents trying to sleep at this hour. It was already hard enough to have a regular sleeping pattern with the planet stuck in eternal dawn.

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He watched the dark shapes dance in circles around him, their cat-like claws swiping at him in a menacing manner. Sora lashed out with Oblivious, aiming Oathkeeper in another direction and blasting Heartless back with a Fire spell. Utilizing the magic in his yellow and black outfit, he leaped into the air and moved well out of the hoard's reach. Some attempted to pursue but couldn't reach high enough. Curling his body before abruptly spreading out his limbs, a sphere of electrical energy sparked into existence. Several bolts of lightning rained upon the cluster of Shadows and Neoshadows, destroying many.


Quickly, he dived down, back into their reach. He held his arm out before him, Oblivion hovering just in front of his open palm. The black Keyblade spun at an incredible speed, striking any Heartless creature that failed to move out of the way. 


A flash of light blinded him and, suddenly, he was falling. Grass and flowers rushed towards him and he cried out, arms and legs flailing. He hit the ground with an audible thud, bouncing slightly with momentum and tumbling several feet before coming to land on something. Dazed, he touched a hand to his head and grunted. Letting his vision sort itself out, he started to mumble, "What happened?" 

Blinking rapidly, he stared down at a pale face and green eyes. After a moment, Sora gave a short cry of surprise as he realized he was laying on top of someone. "Ah! Sorry!" Scrambling to his feet as yelling and the obnoxious bang of metal reached his ears, the boy twisted around on his feet. "Whoa! Where am I?" he called back.

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(Looks like I'm first. Badu will wait a bit.


EDIT: Never mind, apparently I got jumped at the last second.)


Audrey shoots awake. She hears something loud and calling voice to match. Immediately, she takes out her knives and holds them in a combat-ready stance, before realizing there was no danger.


She was lying in a flowery field. The sky above looked like twilight, and in the distance there was a young woman beating a pot.


Loud enough to wake the dead, and goodness knows I have enough trouble making end's meet without that happening.


Either way, she figured that since this wasn't the Hamlet at all, it was best to get answers.


Audrey stood, brushed herself off, readjusted her hat, and walked over to the girl with the staff, not stopping until she was in front of her.


Then, with a trace of suspicion in her voice, she asked a question.


"Where am I?"

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[ to you : fushi -- ; ]


He woke up alone.


This isn't a new feeling to him, but rather unsettling -- there have been many times he has woken up alone, but in the small space between his existence and this time he has become accustomed to waking up with someone else by his side. Whether in a cell or on the grass plains, there is one thing Fushi knows --


He does not fear cold, nor battle, nor death; those are things he can recover from -- but he fears the ever-aching loneliness that his heart is only beginning to understand.


The world before him is green, a familiar sight. But there are stones around him that he does not understand, and he feels the morning dew underneath his furs. Ah -- his head hurts. Perhaps he landed somewhere unsightly?


He began to get up -- that's right, move your arm. Move your legs. Everything's working. You are not dead. The process of moving a body is still new to the boy that has spent so much time as ... well, a pebble, a wolf, and utterly nothing. Just as he manages to get himself into a half-seated position, blinking around curiously, he --


What little thoughts he gathers are interrupted as something hits him straight in the face. He would let out a strangled cry, but his voice is stuck in his throat as something heavy lands on his chest. Fushi squeezes his eyes shut, an immediate response, but opens them a moment later to see --


A human?


Another boy?


The other is like him, but now -- he is dressed strangely, all loose clothing and baggy pants and spiky hair. He only gets to see the boy for a second before he scrambles back and stands up, looking surprised. He says something, but the language of human is still new to Fushi, and the immortal only hears -- what? 


He gets to his feet in an equal rush, not wanting to the boy to go away. Don't leave, something in him says -- a call. He wants to tell the other to stay. But he cannot voice his feelings. Instead, Fushi approached the boy with a sudden speed, squinting. 


"What," he repeats, before reaching forward. He touches the edge of the other's cheek, feeling smooth skin underneath his finger. "What?" he says again, mimicking the other's surprised tone. 




[ what a bother : seha -- ; ]


He was having a terrible dream.


"That's my second five-star Camilla!" Seha shoots awake, his eyes wide. So maybe his night terrors, as his mother so eloquently put it, were not exactly the norm, but -- how could anyone blame him?


However, as he blinks around, the sight that greets him is unfamiliar. He expected the comfort of his house, his warm blanket across his legs, and his arms around --


Nope. Nope nope nope. Not thinking about that now. A red flush scatters across Seha's face and he glances around -- perhaps he fell asleep on a mission again? But he has no previous memories of anything coming up.


"If this is Misteltein's idea of a prank," he murmurs to himself, dusting the ends of his white special agent's coat and fixing the UNion badge pinned on his left. To his relief, his gunblade is still fixed to the side of his holster. Seha takes a deep breath, rubs his eyes, and stands up. 


And is immediately greeted by what looks like ... ah, yes, his worst nightmare. Other people.


"No," the Closer simply says. There were other people awake too, what seemed like a scattering of some three others standing in various places located around the giant grass field. Two appeared to be involved in PDA. The other looks ready to fight the air.


"Heck no," Seha says, and immediately turns his back. Maybe if he stands like this -- or pretends to be asleep -- or dead? -- they'll leave him alone. He's not in the mood to break up relationships or battle the wind. 

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Pascal - Gateway


Some of the people were beginning to stir and get up, one of them even jumping straight into an aggressive stance like a startled cat. Pascal had seen her fair share of reactions to being pulled through dimensions to an unknown place, from fear to joy to blind rage, and that was probably part of the reason why Twilight never let her let her check out newcomers without backup -- she glanced sideaways at Nata who was leaning against one of the stones jutting out of the grass -- even if Pascal knew she was more than capable of knocking someone out. That woman, whose clothes were a strange mix of nobility and peasantry, had put away her blades after realizing there were no active threats but immediately marched straight towards Pascal, having pegged her as someone in charge.


Pascal cleared her throat in preparation for the introduction she had rehearsed many times before (with variations). 


"Welcome!" she said with a warm smile, staff in one hand and the frying pan in the other. "If you've found yourself here, then we probably saved you from a fate that's a lot worse. The universe has gotten all loopy 'n stuff recently with dimensional portals getting ripped here and there, and we're part of an organization that works to patch things up! I'm Pascal, and that's Princess Twilight Sparkle!" With her staff, she motioned to herself, then her friend.


"This place is called The Gateway to the Starry Sky -- or Gateway for short,"  Twilight answered both the woman and the boy who had just fallen from the sky. She had winced when his fall was cushioned by another, but the impact wouldn't have caused much injury to either of them. "Located in Gateway Galaxy, a collection of small bodies orbiting a blue star, but it is unlikely that you have heard of it before. Feel free to rest for a little while. This place is safe."




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The noise of a frying pan was what awoke Reshiram. Slitted blue eyes blinked in confusion -- Where am I? This isn't the castle? -- before recalling the days in the strange land... Ylisse?... when they had been confronted by a green-haired woman who had sealed their power into a stone, and the day prior to waking, a pale-yellow-haired man who had found them and brought them here. They had wandered the base after a brief tour, and seen all manner of confusing items. There were metal things that let them understand the strange new languages spoken here. They looked around at rhe alien halls, the architecture completely foreign.


They'd been hearing about this X-D agency, as well as something about "stay here till we find your homeworld". Ylisse wasn't home. Unova was. But... how had they ended up in Ylisse? The castle... hadn't they woken up in a different castle with people dressed strangely speaking a language that shared a few scant words with theirs but yet sounded so different? Their eyes wandered to a pale hand... a hand. A slight shiver. This wasn't their body. They needed the stone in the pocket of their garment to take their own shape.


Slowly, jerkily, Reshiram got up. They stretched out an unsteady hand, trembling slightly. They still weren't yet used to wings being replaced by arms in this form, nor to the change of body structure. White hair fell over one eye as Reshiram made their way towards where the racket had come from. A hand roughly brushed the hair out of their eye, dragging too hard on pale skin and causing Reshiram to wince and growl. The Legendary stopped once they had got close, observing the clearing.


Two boys were engaged in a display of cheek-rubbing, as a woman made for another woman and what looked like a purple Blitzle with wings, an odd mane and tail, and unusual body proportions. Another boy was also watching the clearing. The white-clad Manakete stood and listened to the woman's speech about the organization and the pony's explanation of their position. They were sure to stand a bit back, observing the others that they could see.

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Jowan [ Dragon Age: Origins ] 


Like the Harrowing, the the procedure of the Rite of Tranquility was a closely-guarded secret. The Tranquil never spoke of it - of course they didn't - and trying to get information from Templars that had overseen the rite was an act in futility. He would know- he'd asked more than a few people, when he had still lived at the Circle. His captors still refused to tell him anything, but he'd know the process intimately enough soon. Jowan still wished that he knew. It was obvious enough that the Rite involved a mark branded onto one's forehead with lyrium, but other than that he didn't have a clue. Not knowing was almost worse than the threat of what would happen to him. 


He clenched his hands, but the ends of his fingers were covered with metal caps. It was unfortunate, as the pain of fingernails digging into flesh would have been a welcome distraction. He'd also been gagged. It neither painful nor meant to prevent him from speaking, but the Templars were taking precautions, however unnecessary they were. It wasn't like they'd have any trouble finding him again even if he was planning on escaping. 


A pair of Templar guards approached his cell, one holding a key. "You'll be escorted to the chamber now." Jowan detected a hint of contempt in the Templar's voice. It wasn't unexpected; clearly, many of them thought that he should have been executed. They were probably right. He was lucky to be alive, and it was more than he deserved. 


He nodded and rose to his feet, chains around his ankles and hands clinking as he did so. The lock on the door clicked open, and- 


-there was a brief moment of weightlessness before the air was knocked out of his lungs and he crashed to the ground. Groaning, he pushed himself to his feet with some difficulty and squinted at the place that he found himself. Flowers had cushioned his fall slightly, and he wasn't alone. 


It didn't make any sense. He wasn't in the Fade- at least, he didn't think he was at first. There were no other explanations for it, though. Some part of the Rite of Tranquility that they needed him to be surprised for? It certainly wasn't what he was expecting, whatever that was. Being strapped to a table while mages chanted ominously in ancient tongues, maybe. 


Hearing someone speaking, he looked up and took a startled step backwards and nearly feel when the chain among his ankles drew taut. Aside from several humans (demons?) wearing very odd clothing there was some kind of purple quadruped that spoke. Yeah, no, he wasn't going to believe anything that it or its companion were saying. This seemed more like the whispered rumors of what the Harrowing was like than anything that was supposed to make him Tranquil, but whatever was going on listening to some oddly-shaped demon wouldn't help him. Besides, it wasn't saying anything that made sense. Gateway to the Starry Sky? Even most ancient and legendary artifacts didn't have such ridiculous names. 


One problem- he didn't actually have any way to escape, fight back, or speak out against the demons, whether he listened or not. 

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Nata - Gateway


There weren’t many jobs that XDRS offered on the home base that was worth Nata’s attention. Learning to cook was great because it meant that Nata could make food whenever he got hungry, but it also meant that people suddenly wanted him to make stuff for them and, god, people were awful. Going on missions was fun when Nata actually got to stab something instead of following boring procedure, but that wasn’t on in home base now was it? Guard duty wasn’t exactly the most exhilarating job to have, but Nata what with his near constant condescending mien and his burly build was absolutely wonderful at guard duty.


With one foot pressed against one of the many giant rocks in the gateway, Nata folded his arms as he let his eyes slowly drift across surrounding area. One of the few amusements of in the Gateway Grounds was watching all the reactions of the newcomers. Nata had seen all sorts of reactions some of which were downright hilarious such as people falling out of the sky and landing on one of the rocks. There were also less exciting and downright depressing reactions, but Nata didn’t like to think about those. He was there to laugh at people who flopped around like fish out of water and press a blade to the necks of those who proved to be too troublesome. Nata knew that Pascal, and Twilight if he really thought about it, was capable of taking care of herself if one of the newcomers, but Nata came along anyway because he was always itching for a good fight.


Unfortunately, the current batch didn’t seem to be too hectic. Nata sighed in disappointment as he watched the newcomers adjust to their surroundings. Man, these guys weren’t even interesting, were they? There was a boy touching the face of another, a lady who decided to take the mantle of that one person who was going to demand to know where they were, that pale stray Xander picked up, and some guy in chains. None of them seem particularly worrisome if their lack of weapons were any indication.


As Pascal began to speak, Nata rolled his neck as he lazily looked between each newcomer. Absentmindedly, he noticed that where was someone with a weapon. There was a man standing little ways off from the main group, his arms folded with his back to—what was Seha doing here? Nata’s head shot up to attention. He blinked, thinking for a moment that his mind was just toying with him. When Nata realized that yes, Seha was standing right in front of him and yes, Seha was being an absolute child by turning his back to Pascal when she was talking.


“Seha!” Nata barked, loud enough to get the Closer’s attention. “Pay attention! This will only be explained to you once!” Nata glared at the other newcomers. "The same goes for all of you. Listen well and you'll be just fine." Nata couldn't stop himself from glancing back over at Seha. Nata felt his hand instinctively reach towards his kukris but, no he didn’t need those. A swirl of confusing emotions was coursing through Nata’s chest. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. Part of him wanted to grab his kukris because they made him feel safe, but if he did that Pascal and Twilight would think someone was about to attack. Nata settled with folding his arms against as he leaned his back against the rock. He wanted to talk to Seha now, but he couldn’t leave his post. For all, he knew a dragon could fall from the sky and begin breathing fire on everyone at any moment. Nata let his eyes linger on Seha for a heartbeat longer before averting his gaze back to the rest of the newcomers. Seha could wait, he had a job to do.


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[ you didn't stay : seha -- ; ]


Seha could hear from his position that someone had began talking -- ah, a rather high pitched voice that rang in his ears. An organization? This place is safe?


What could they possibly be talking about? He folded his arms, displeased. Was he not in Korea? Had something happened to his beloved city -- 


In a panic, Seha turned around. He needed answers. Where were the rest of the Black Lambs? Were they safe? His eyes were wide, his heartbeat stirred by the idea that the rest of his team could be in danger. He might not like to fight -- or do, anything, really and he might argue with Seulbi a little too much, but -- 


They were his friends. If someone here had hurt them ... his hand went instinctively to his gunblade. Before him lay quite an interesting sight: there was a man on the ground, bound and gagged. Was he a criminal? What kind of organization preached to be safe and then threw people in chains down at their feet? A certain unease began to rise in the back of the Closer's heart, a cold wave up his spine, when --




Instantly, all coherent thought vanished before him. The blue-haired boy was standing before him, his posture guarded yet loose, his clothing immaculate, and his face his classic scowl. Seha felt something in his chest move at the idea that Seha would look at him like that once more, even after three years.


"You absolute idiot," he growled, before stalking his way over to the blue-haired boy. He shoved his way across the gaggle of people between the two of them, hardly sparing a thought for the two boys doing some weird face ritual on the ground. The criminal could wait, too. Being in chains was certainly a better fate than what Seha was about to do. If he could, he would shove his gunblade right up --


He grabbed the front of Nata's collar, dragging the boy close so their faces almost touched. He could feel Nata's breath on his skin, his eyes meeting his in a dizzying way --


No. This was not the time for that. Too long had he spent wishing to see him again. For three years and then some, and then Nata disappears again, only to reappear and act mad at him for not understanding his strange circumstances?


"What do you think you're doing?" he hissed into the other's face, shaking him. "Do you know," his brow furrowed, "how long I looked for you? I went to China! I almost got arrested in a Chinese airport for carrying weapons because apparently they don't recognise Closers there, and I spent two nights in a Chinese prison to try and see if you were there!" Glancing at Nata's face was too much -- Seha's emotions were a mix of seeing red and wanting to hug Nata and never let go. 


"Why," he said, and he felt his voice drop an octave. "Why do you keep -- why do you never --" He couldn't find the words.


"Three years," he said quietly, and he felt frustrated tears brimming at the side of his vision. "Were you planning to leave me for three years again? Or longer? Or is this some mastermind plot you aren't sharing with me because you still don't trust a Closer --"


He felt his grip on the other loosen, and Seha let go with a flourish, clenching his hands into fists at his sides. His veins were alive with water, his pulse against his wrist strong and clear and thrumming a steady rhythm. A part of him was embarrassed at the idea of bringing up relationship woes in public, but, well -- it seemed Nata knew these people. Who were they, then? New employers? Associated with the Wolfdogs?


Whoever they were, Seha wasn't planning on staying around. He planned on asking them how to get back to Seoul as soon as possible so he could go back to his room and hide under the covers for five days -- no, for the rest of his life. Beyond that. They would find his corpse still holding his laptop close to his chest because that was the only thing that returned his feelings, apparently. 


Five years, he thought absentmindedly to himself. Five years and his laptop hadn't broke a single time. That was miles better than his crumbling relationships with -- well, everyone. 


"Forget it," he said, taking a step back and looking around at all these unfamiliar faces. He hated this. Why -- why did he have to meet new people? What part of 'I have social anxiety and I live vicariously through video games' did they not understand? 


"I'm leaving." 

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   What's the progress?

   Still at 53%.

   Upload rate still 0?

   Yes. The machine shifted as she waited for her companion's response. Is there another jammer?

   Must be, the prompt grumbled back to her. There was a hint of static afterward, so she reached up with one retrieval arm to make sure the wires were snug. It was hard to not fidget while she was hooked up to this system, as it would pull the wires loose and she would lose contact, but she wasn't fast enough to take out radio towers without being blown to pieces by the military. Besides that, the locations of these towers were scrambled; she boasted she could figure them out, but Typheus insisted that she stayed behind regardless.

   A disappointment; smashing towers would be a lot of fun. There just wasn't enough artificial adrenaline in guerrilla tactics, and especially not when you're hiding in a surveillance room in a high-security building, hoping some guy didn't come up behind you and fry your circuits.


   Fiddlesticks, Typheus's voice came back to her mind.

   What? she mumbled.

   Can you see me?

   The brown machine moved her head slightly, scanning the many monitors in front of her. Each one supervised a radio tower, but only the tops of the towers could be seen, and they had no recorded locations; the humans were trying very hard to capture them and prevent counterattacks, but as long as she could see Typheus, he could giver her the coordinates and she could take the towers out. Without the towers, they could upload false data, and with the false data they could shake the military off their tails for a while.

   The problem was finding these towers in the first place, with all of the dupes scattered about the place.

   I don't see you, she began, when suddenly all the monitors turned blank. What the-?!

   What?! Typheus asked.

   Oh... nothing. Just another prompt, Fiddlesticks's voice died into a grumble upon seeing the pop-up window. Every thirty minutes this stupid thing asked for fingerprint identification. Typheus couldn't send a snort of amusement through the console, but she did sense him laughing at the other end. Shut up.

   I know we're sniping enemy towers, but you're way too tense for this, he commented. She stifled a sigh and reached down at her feet, finding the hand she had taken to bypass security. I mean, the dead guy wasn't using his hand, so why not make use of it, right?


   While she tossed it back up on the on-board scanner, she bothered turning sharp enough to see the one window of the room she was in, by the door, and glimpsed a shiny object. She froze. Shiny objects in a darkened hallway, halfway up the window... it was too soon. How did she not see them coming?

   Fool, she berated herself, I'm even attached to the security system, and I STILL missed them!

   Typheus, she said through the console.

   Yeah? he answered.

   I'm disconnecting.

   Wait, what? he said in confusion, Why would you-?

   Position compromised; and no, I can't see you.

   WAIT FIDD-! his shocked cry was cut off as she tore the wires off of her head, turning and making eye contact with the shiny object. There was one, then two, three, four... six, maybe ten all in that window, and those were just the ones she could see. She couldn't see much else of the soldiers, as they were deliberately black to blend in with the mess she had made of the building's halls, but she still felt confident that she could take them out. Typheus could wait a couple of minutes while she solved this problem, right?

   She advanced toward them, the remaining wires snapping off and leaving bits of solder behind. The soldiers held their rank, as neither of them could shoot through the glass; but that just gave Fiddlesticks incentive to break it.


   She burst forward into a charge, locking onto her targets, becoming filled with murderous glee as they all backed off quickly.

   That's right! Run! she thought, raising a bayonet at that window, Let's make this FUN!

   She plunged the bayonet forward, shattering the glass-

   THWACK! The blade bounced off a stone surface! Her mind burst into confusion.

   What the-?!

   Her underestimation of the force resulted in her stumbling back, ears flaring up. The first two seconds were spent staring in shock at the stone pillar before her, then she shot her head down at the sound of grass under her feet. WHAT??


   There was a clang behind her, and she whipped around, trying to adjust to the new light and open space, but instead a white machine flew toward her!

   "AAA!" She tried to react in time, but it didn't really work. He crashed into her, and they both crashed back into the pillar, denting both their hulls. There was an awkward moment of bewilderment as they laid there, before he pushed himself off of her.

   "What in Alkinest...?" he mumbled stumbling on his feet. "Where...?"

   "TYPHEUS you-!!" Fiddlesticks prepared a loud insult, but only ended up pointing at him, too angry to come up with something appropriate. "You dolt, you crashed into me!" she finished lamely.

   "Not on purpose!" he argued, closing his wings back up, as he was in flight before crash-landing. He looked around grumpily while she pushed herself up, and both of their annoyance died back at the new sight:

   This grass was too green. The sky was at dawn, not midnight. The curvature of the world was visible. They were in a meadow, not a city, and encircled by tall stones like the one she had crashed into. There were humans here, too; but not anyone she recognized. Some of them even looked a bit eccentric... and there was some kind of purple Earth animal? She hadn't seen a purple version before. Heck, she hadn't seen any purple animals before!


   Fiddlesticks slowly stood up the rest of the way, feeling like their sudden, random entrance had interrupted everything. Was this some kind of simulation? There was a human touching some other human's face, and two other humans were halfway through some sort of emotional discussion, and the human beside the purple Earth animal was holding a frying pan...?

   She looked at Typheus. Mech expressions were already hard to read thanks to the blast shields having a static design, but even the glow of his eye said nothing. If this was a simulation, he would know it, but if it wasn't, then where the heck were they? What happened?!


   ((EDIT: Oh whoops, Twilight is purple, not pink.))

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((Quick two liner I want to get in before Doc posts.))


"What, is he a friend of yours, Nata?" Pascal asked with a shrug, after the gloomy-looking black-haired human had grabbed him then let him go once he had calmed down. Well, if they weren't friends, then that kid would have been dead where he stood.



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Nata - Gateway


“You absolute idiot.”

Every muscle in Nata’s body tensed as Seha began advancing towards him, urgency in his step. Normally when a newcomer began walking towards Nata, or any other agent at the gate for that matter, with such an intense expression on their face, Nata took that as a cue to whip out his kukri and remind the newcomers that The Gateway to the Starry Sky was a safe place. The only way to keep the planet secure was to make sure that no one fought, especially the newcomers. Despite the protocol, despite the innate instinct to push Seha away, Nata did nothing as Seha grabbed him by the collar, yanked it forward, and then began screaming at him.


Seha’s entire rant was ridiculous. Nata’s eyes bore down onto Seha as the shorter man began babbling nonsensically. It wasn’t Nata’s fault that he had got transported off of Earth; he had been taken away because there was no other option. Did Seha really think he’d so much as leave without a warning?


Seha’s eyes brimmed with tears and for a horrified moment, Nata thought Seha was going to crumble right in front of him. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had dropped to their knees, scattering petals to the wind as they banged their fists onto the ground. Nata was probably the least qualified person to give emotional support so when someone did fall to the ground with hot tears streaming down his face, Nata let some other agent comfort them. Seha was different in the sense that Nata was intimately familiar with what his limit was. Nata wasn’t sure how to act if he saw Seha break down before him, his indifferent mask cracking until there was nothing left but a mangled mess of raw emotions. Heck. Nata didn’t want to see Seha break.


Thankfully, Seha had enough sense to back away before it got that far. Nata sighed under his breath, watching Seha as he turned away and stared at the crowd with thinly disguised disgust. His social anxiety was probably kicking in which, coupled with that scene just now, probably wasn’t going to help the situation any.  


Nata was about to open his mouth to say something, but his words were swept away by what appeared to be two giant robots crashing in the middle of the circle. They were… worryingly large. Ten feet perhaps? Nata frowned as he looked the robots over, his fingers twitching towards his kukri in anticipation. He didn’t like the look of the guns or sharp appendages on the two strange machines. Okay, maybe Nata did like how dangerous the machines appeared especially when he considered how fun they would be to fight, but they hadn’t shown any signs of aggression just yet.


“What, is he a friend of yours, Nata?" At Pascal’s question, Nata glanced at her before shrugging. “Estranged fiancé more like,” he said before unfolding his arms and taking a step forward. "I'll explain later," Nata said in a soft whisper to Seha. "Take a minute to gather your bearings. Just don't stray too far." He gave Seha a quick knowing look before glancing back at the rest of the circle with an indifferent expression. “In case you’re all still too disoriented to realize what’s going on—or maybe you’re just an idiot take your pick—you’re no longer in whatever world you inhabited previously,” Nata said. He looked between each of the newcomers, making sure to take in each of their faces (or eyes when it came to the machines) before continuing. “As Twilight said, you’re in the Gateway now. If you want to go home then too bad. You’re here because your home got screwed over and you got lucky enough to be rescued.” Nata paused, taking a moment to let the newcomers process what he said. “So, if you want to know what’s happening you better shut up and listen, m’kay?” Leaning back against the stone slab, Nata nodded over towards Pascal and Twilight.

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Audrey, the Grave Robber


Well, she's not wrong. All kinds of people die in the dungeons... But it's not like perfectly well-adjusted individuals would risk their lives fighting monsters.


Audrey glanced for a moment to the pink unicorn with wings. Strange as this was, she'd long been jaded to most strange things.


Not even going to ask.


She looked away slightly, raising her hand in a circling gesture, then raising one finger at the end.


"So, I assume you're going to ask me to join your cause. This is essentially kidnapping, but I've been through worse. I only have one question."


Her voice took on a serious timbre.


"Do I get paid?"

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Jowan [ Gateway ] [ Dragon Age: Origins ]


He was beginning to rethink his idea that he was in the Fade as some part of the Rite. No, clearly he had gone insane. Snapped from the stress, maybe. Another blood mage was controlling his mind and locking him in a nightmare. Something like that. There was no other explanation for half of the things that- Maker's breath what are those. He let out a muffled shriek. 


They were large, had far too much leg, were made out of some kind of metal, and had more sharp bits sticking out from them than he was comfortable with. They'd also appeared out of thin air, somehow, and that wasn't a thing that was supposed to happen. No. Nope. He was getting out of there, whatever the oddly calm blue (blue!) haired boy said. Even if Jowan accepted death, being stepped on by some kind of... golem or something wasn't what he had in mind. 


He started to step (or shuffle, more like) backwards as quickly as he good. He didn't get very far before he bumped into someone. Startled, he turned around as quickly as he could manage. It had been a human boy with white hair, who had apparently been conversing with another human with even more improbable hair. How many people were there here? 

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Cistina stabbed forward one last time before relaxing her stance and exhaling. One kata ended, another to go. But she had wanted to go and see the new arrivals before she got into practicing her magic, so at the first clang of Pascal's pan, Cistina perked up. Magic can wait! She got into a ran and leapt into the air, letting the winged boots work their magic, then almost instinctively calling a tailwind to speed herself up.

..... Maybe that was a bad idea. The wind and the perpetual dawn already made it chilly, and she was soaked in sweat from the kata. The tailwind died off and Cistina landed, shivering. The stones were in walking distance now, at least, and she can see the people gathered there, so she set off at a light jog. Hopefully she could warm up too.

As she approached, she saw the air above the stone circle seemed to warp, then suddenly two giant creations, one shiny bronze, the other shiny silver, fell onto the stone circle in the middle of the ring. She vaguely recalled a certain term for metal creatures like them.... Robe-ought? A bit of jogging later, and she could see the motley group gathered around the ring this time. A man bound in chains. An unfamiliar face standing near Nata, scowling. Two boys--Though really, she probably wouldn't be that much older than them--strangely close to each other, one of them touching the other, both with surprised expressions. A hardened-looking woman talking to Twilight and Pascal. 

And then she heard another pop.


"Kasjias's homeworld...." Light stared at the bright planet in the Pandemonian sky. It was rare for the sky to clear here, and even rarer for a planet to drift by, but she was seeing both sights. The planet, Echon, looked so close, it could almost be a moon... Despite herself, she shuddered, and she swore something in her seemed to react to the thought. The moon, Del-NO. Light shook her head, and focused on her thoughts of Echon. She wanted to know what kind of unforgiving world could lead to a being so... Powerful as the Fourth Apostle. Light looked back at her friends, gathered and talking with Joshua, preparing to head to that mysterious world, and dusted her pants. Well, no need for speculating when she would head there in a few short minutes!

"Come on, Rao!" She called, and a little mine lizard--but Rao really can't be considered a lizard without legs, can she?-- zipped to her shoulder as she stood up and headed towards the group, humming to herself while she...

... She fell. But she didn't trip--it was more as if the ground below her suddenly collapsed. But it happened so fast she barely had any time to react befor--AAHHHHHHHHHH!

Light snapped her hand--Thank all the stars that looked over Issa!--and in a swirl of purple smoke, she was kneeling beside a craggy, scarred man cast in chains. And the world was so bright! Was she back in Arad? But then how did she fall through Pandemonium? She looked at the man next to her. Why was he gagged? What was with the strange group of people gathered here? Was that a purple unicorn with wings? This place didn't feel like Arad, somehow... But first things first. 

"Would you like me to help you with that gag?" she asked the chained man. But he didn't seem to be in a talking mood, and stepped back quickly, bumping into a white haired boy.


Another arrival, a girl with hair that looked like red sweetmeats and a purple flower of some kind. Cistina cocked her head, then headed towards Pascal and Twilight. "I think the new arrivals need you to repeat your speech."

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Natsuki [ XDRS Base, Library ] [ Original Work ]

Natsuki saved and shut the word processor before rubbing their temples. Paperwork was, at least, familiar, even if most of the agents didn't seem to know how to write a proper report. Nata, for example- however good he was in the field, they were pretty sure that they had never seen a scrap of paper from him. Which, of course, left them to pick up the slack. Perhaps they couldn't expect everyone to have much training, but the others would have to learn. Saving the multiverse wouldn't happen unless everyone was focused and organized, and they were understaffed enough as it was.  


Speaking of Nata, they wondered how the thing at the Gate was going. With any luck, no one had died. Personally, they weren't happy with Pascal and Twilight's idea of 'security' being one man with some knives, even if they could take care of themselves. There just wasn't enough information about who or what might come through the Gate. 


They stood and stretched their arms, followed by their legs. Joints popped and cracked with each new movement. Everything seemed to be in working order, at least. It'd be a shame if their knee joints caught again and no one could fix it. 

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[ all the wrong roads : seha -- ; ]


Seha feels himself freeze as Nata leans in, his breath tickling the edge of his cheek. The closer watches the man before him -- remembering: where Nata was once all rough edges and spiky blue hair, he is now a calm facade mirrored by distant eyes. He looks unbelievably confident speaking to the gathered crowd, and before him Seha feels as if the other is almost -- unattainably beautiful. 


He knows he must sate his nerves -- he would be of no use like this. The combination of gathered people and unknown variables has his pulse drumming against his wrist, and Seha regrets --


He shouldn't have done that. He runs a hand through his hair and retreats backwards, allowing Nata's words to distract the gathered crowd as he retreats, tucking himself behind one of the strange large rocks surrounding the area. He presses his back against the material, exhaling as he feels the smooth coldness of the stone even through his coat. 


Deep breaths. You are fine. Deep breaths. That was -- unprofessional. A ringing in his ears.


You are fine


He hears Nata's ending words, still with his back pressed against the rock, and Seha crosses his arms. No -- he can't get distracted here. There are other issues he must address; for one, how could it be that they were in a mysterious new land? And how could -- was his beloved Korea in trouble? Or perhaps destroyed?


There is a certain clenching in his heart as he thinks about what could have possibly happened to the country of his birth, as well as the fates of his teammates -- his friends. 


Rescued? Rescued? What fate was it to be saved when he did not know what happened to his friends? Seha furrows his brow, his doubt growing increasingly as he thinks to himself. There are all sorts of strange beings here -- including the two large ... what were those, exactly? -- that just dropped in. A small flame grows at his fingertips and he sends sparks of electric blue into the air with the pounding of his troubled mind. 


It is ironic -- he has spend a childhood convincing himself he is better alone, and now he worries about the wellbeing of a group he often pushed off to play games instead. There is a certain standard of team value he has failed here, and -- Seha scowls and flickers more blue into the air, watching as the flames disappear with the rising wind. There are no games here -- nothing to distract from his overbearing thoughts. No -- there couldn't possibly be no way to return, could there? 


He has family in Korea. It might not be much, but -- he needs to go back. There is nothing they could possibly do that would keep him here. He has a life he could not possibly give up for the greater good, and there is a certain irony in saving who is perhaps the worst person to ask to stay and meet new people possible.


Seulbi would be better at this. 

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Reshiram jumped a bit when two shiny metallic things fell from the sky. What are those? They looked utterly alien. Even Steelix didn't look like THAT...  They stepped back. A man in chains and a gag was trying to move as the red-and-white-haired woman talked to a man holding small blades.


An oddly haired girl appeared and started talking to the chained man. Reshiram took a furtive glance around, hand slipping into the coat and bunching it up a bit, before groping for and finding the pocket. Reshiram thrust their hand in a bit too sharply, wnd the coat tightened around their back before their muscles relaxed. The searching hand came in contact with the stone, and held tight.


Their eyes found another human, a brown-haired woman this time, who was also watching the scene between the stones unfold.


Reshiram moved away from her slightly, before looking back to scene with the stones. Two men were talking, one of them the man with blades. They shifted their feet a bit. The curvature of the land was visible, oddly. How big was this place? The white dragon wasn't sure what do, and their free hand wandered before tugging at, touching the fabric of the coat. Humans had so much touch, compared to what Reshiram was used to. They shivered a bit as their left hand rubbed at the coat fabric, which was fairly smooth to the eye but soft-rough in texture when felt.

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   Oookaaaay, so this is normal? That was all Fiddlesticks could think as she watched the others within the stone circle. They were evidently noticed - hard to miss 3,800 pounds of metal dropping from the sky - but there wasn't even a quarter of the amount of alarm she expected. One albino human had jumped up nervously and began backing off, and there was a bound man on the ground in a completely different garb (well, in all honesty, none of these humans seemed to dress normally) who was trying to hop away from the scene, but that was it.

   The machine's eye traveled over the strangers in the group, keeping her turrets down and letting Typheus do the judging; the last time she jumped the gun on who was a threat to who, they both nearly exploded. She found her interest lingering on the two men standing at the edge of the clearing, by a stone pillar.

   What is wrong with that human? her thoughts began to prod, watching as the one closest to her shakily went behind the pillar to take a breather. A betrayal, perhaps? She then looked down a bit, looking at the boy who wore two of her favorite colors: red and black. Spiky hair! she thought in amusement.


   “As Twilight said, you’re in the Gateway now." The blue-haired human that had been preoccupied now spoke up. "If you want to go home then too bad. You’re here because your home got screwed over and you got lucky enough to be rescued.” Fiddlesticks flinched at his harsh tone, eye narrowing. “So, if you want to know what’s happening you better shut up and listen, m’kay?”

   She turned to Typheus, who glanced at her and popped open his emitters. Any idea what's going on? he asked privately through the console.

   She just glared at him. Unless she cut open his arm again so they could talk privately, there was no way she could ask him if she could just smash things and leave. Not without talking aloud anyway. Luckily he knew her well enough to suspect violence, and chose to take the initiative before she did, raising his hand.

   I know he said 'shut up', but let's just wait and see what happens, he said. She flushed out her air intake in a grumpy sigh; she'll shut up when she wants to shut up! He ignored her though, noting two new arrivals onto the scene: a brown-haired girl who approached normally from a distance, scanning the group with the same confidence he did, and a red-haired girl who simply popped into existence, just like someone decided to spawn into a simulation! The girl looked just as baffled at the scene as the other people within the circle; he watched her closely.

   Wary, but not traumatized, he noted, as she reacted immediately to the bound man trying to hop away. So is this normal? She could be an outlier. He turned to the other newcomer, who had stopped beside the woman with the frying pan and staff and the small, purple horse. Fiddlesticks probably doesn't remember what that's called, he thought, judging their threat levels. Everything was looking safe so far... some quick assessments of the others proved that there was nothing to worry about, yet. So he just had to keep Fiddlesticks in check so she didn't attack, otherwise things would just spiral down from there.


   The said machine didn't really care though, regarding the others with mixed feelings of distrust and curiosity. She began scraping her bayonets together, wondering if the strangers were made of more calcium than ordinary humans - or if any of them were ordinary, really - but Typheus reached over and grasped her turrets at the grating sound.

   Not yet. We don't even know if we're still on Earth, he pointed out.

   "Government tricks," she mumbled, recalling her prior, unsavory experiences with strange things.

   It's fine. Remember, they're like spiders: they're more afraid of you than you are of them.

   The analogy didn't really apply to Fiddlesticks, since she had recently found a fascination with the skittish arachnids, but the analogy made her calm somewhat. At the same time, Typheus knew that the longer they waited, the tighter her trigger became. He just hoped that these people were as friendly as the human rebels they met, and give her motivation to actually cooperate.

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Pascal - Gateway


Oh,” she seemed satisfied with Nata’s explanation, however dodgy it was. “So you’re like a…  Before she could finish, a banging louder than Pascal’s pan clattered through the clearing and the young woman jumped at the sudden noise. Shaking off the startled feeling still prickling in her fingers, Pascal traced the trajectory of the two hunks of metal with her eyes. She sprinted towards the rock they had struck to make sure that it remained undamaged, going as far as to climb up it partway up like a gecko. A quick visual check confirmed that it was still perfectly vertical, perpendicular to the curvature of the earth, but through tactile examination the stone was no longer as smooth where the metal had chipped it.


She frowned, Pascal spit on her thumb and attempted to rub away the imperfection. It didn’t go away. She decided to forget about it for now, and slid back down onto land.

Preoccupied by the state of the gate, she hadn’t had a good look at the scraps that fell in until then. “Woah,” A pause. She did a double-take. “Whoa,” Pascal repeated. “These things are huuuuge! Not as big as some monsters like the Rockagong, but they’re still pretty big! Bigger than anything I’ve built – unless you count the whole dimensional transfer system…!


The two seemed to be speaking to each other, having some sort of squabble between them before going quiet. Pascal sucked in a loud gasp. “You can talk?! Your behaviors are so lifelike, I bet there’s someone inside!” Grabbing the staff she had dropped, she ran towards the foot of the brown one. The body of the mech did seem a tad small to fit a human without cramming them in, so maybe they were indeed automated instead of controlled – or they were controlled, but by a species of gnomelettes or other tiny aliens. Hard to say. The chassis had deep seams, meaning that it could probably pop open like a pistachio, probably for maintenance or for deploying weapons, and now that she was close she could see the intimidating mecha did have a good number of dents and off-color portions that were from repairs.


You need a new coat of paint, my bud,” she remarked, reaching out to knock the metal of its long legs.

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Twilight - Gateway


Your world actually getting wiped from the multiverse is a possibility, though not a very likely one,” Twilight built upon Nata's explanation. There was no use lying to their guests, but there was probably a better way to welcome them than for Nata and Pascal to tell them that everything they knew was dead. “That's part of what we're trying to figure out right now, and what we're doing here."


The fact that you made that assumption is proof that you have a good heart.” Answering the woman in the hat, the pony shook her head from side to side. “You’re not wrong. We always need more help, but we can’t pay you, I’m sorry. There’s not much stopping you – or any of you – “ she motioned towards Seha with her muzzle, “from leaving, but it might take us a couple days or a couple weeks to locate your homeworld’s position so you can return.


And make sure it’s still there, she added to herself.


Trotting over to the two young humans and the tied up man, all while keeping an eye on the tall and sharp newcomers, Twilight focused on her glowing horn. She made use of her magic to free the prisoner, his shackles breaking through the pull of a pink force and his other bindings removed except for his claw-protectors. He was covered in blood which she couldn’t tell if it was his or someone else’s, but unlike the majority of others he seemed completely unarmed and genuinely afraid.


By this time the human with the baggy pants had stood up, summoning some sort of key-like artifact to face the two mechanical beings, one of which was shuffling its blades -- was that out of nervousness, or was it eagerness? The alicorn princess made a mental note of everyone present, and thought that maybe it was time to move along to avoid a potential squabble. “Why don’t we go somewhere more comfortable to continue this discussion? I'll ask someone at the base to make some tea for us. I'm Twilight, by the way, and that's Nata." She pointed to the spiky blue haired boy with her front hoof. "Pascal, Cistina, would you mind staying to see if anyone else shows up in the gateway?

Pascal made no sign that she actually heard her. Cistina would probably fill her in.


The pony took a few steps towards the direction of headquarters, but looked back to make sure at least some of the beings were following. She wondered if the giant metal beasts would even fit through the door, but that was if they even chose to follow along.


((Doublepost but oh well. x-post from discord: If it's not in someone's character to follow Twilight, then don't -- you can stay put where Pascal is.:twilight: will be very disappointed if no one actually ends up following her, though))

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[ hello anew : fushi -- ; ]


Fushi startles when something bumped into him, causing him to take a step forward. The immortal stays in that position for a couple seconds, thinking to himself before he turned around, his expression puzzled, and came face to face with --


Another human?


The boy suddenly realises that, in his distraction to touch every aspect of the other's face, a collection of more humans had began to gather around him. The immortal blinks, his expression a blank slate of confusion -- that was ... new. It was not unwelcome, however; rather, being surrounded with other people gave the boy a sense of calm that was far stronger than the unsettling eeriness of the empty grass plains. He simply tilts his head and stared at the introduction of the two bots -- what were those? Then again, there is not much he knows about this strange world beyond his own existence. 


But no -- the man before him is far more interesting, and Fushi wants to make a new friend. What had March called herself when she met him? A strange ache settles in his heart at the thought of March, the girl -- her smile so bright and vibrant and like the sun, burnt up too soon and too bright and too fast. How could it be that death was faster than his transformations? 


Fushi clenches his fist, a moody expression settling on his features as he thinks of March; without realising it, he glares at the man before him. However, his thoughts are broken with the sound of the chains binding the man snapping open in a spark of pink -- oh? Was the other some kind of monster? He has never heard of a human who was capable of bending metal with his hands, but in such a world -- anything is possible.


The other looks equally as surprised, but Fushi is not a master at reading expressions.He stares at the other pensively for another second, just before he reaches forward and places a flat palm on the other's chest. His hand comes away with splatters of blood, and Fushi stares at it. What was this -- ? He bleeds when he is injured, but it does not hurt much. Is the other bleeding? Is he injured?


A certain fear rings in Fushi's mind. An injured human is a dead human -- at least, from his experience. It is a dull, pounding ache, and he decides he must friend this human immediately. He does not want them to die. What had March said to him when she met him? What had she asked him to call her?


Ah, that's right.


Fushi reaches up, pets the other man on top of his head, and stares him in the eye. "Mom," he says. 

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When the strange Blitzle started talking about going somewhere to continue the chat, it caught Reshiram's attention. An explanation? Would there be an explanation now for what had been going on? They decided to follow, slipping away from the rocks and keeping the purple creature in sight. They occasionally glanced back, stumbled, and returned to pressing forth. Following the purple creature. Answers, after all, would be welcome... and if things went south....

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Badu, the Plague Doctor

(I'll do colors in the morning. Tried to make this one extra good.)


That day, a young woman was preparing for her day. She was gathering various herbs and concoctions from a vast alchemical laboratory in a greenhouse, filled with exotic plants and strange fungi in pots.



While she worked away determinedly at crushing a particularly tough leaf with a mortar and pestle, a Luma approached her with a message. There were new arrivals.


"Thank you, my dear. Please let Twilight Sparkle I'll be coming to look them over if they're injured."


It was perhaps not necessary to do so, but Badu liked to be sure that everyone their Organization dealt with was healthy. If they went home, they'd need to be to defend it, but if they stayed, no sense in having them stay on the sidelines for long when they wanted to help.


The Luma forged on ahead to find Twilight Sparkle, while Badu finished grinding the plants to satisfaction. She dumped them into a flask and poured a clear acid inside, roiling for a moment as it reacted, then settling on a translucent blue.


She put the remedy in her pack along with the rest of her medical supplies, then dressed herself in the traditional attire for any medical expert of her time: a long dark robe and a crow's mask. Then, she set out to rejoin the others.


After all, what good was a doctor without patients?

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