Fas stumbled out of Locke's room early one morning at the lights flashing wildly throughout the building. He screeched and ran up and down the hall, waving his arms crazily. Locke peeked his head out, cursed and grabbed the little man and pulled him inside the room. Emerging a moment later, he muttered "And stay put! There's something going on outside. I must check on this situation. I don't need your meddling." Whining ensued, and then a dull thud and whimpering. Locke spun around in frustration and shouted "Stop kicking things in my room!" then rushed down the hall and up the stairs to the common room.
Seeing Sir Magrus climbing the spiral staircase in the center of the room, he quickly followed, "What is going on to make the alarm go off?" he demanded. Magrus kept rushing up the stairs but muttered softly "Someone's camped outside the building. The people I mentioned who have come to raid the place. Man the cannon, I'll wake the cat."
Blanching, Locke stumbled a few steps and hurried to keep up. He sputtered out "The cannon is all well and good, but you're going to let her loose?! That's insane!"
Magrus reached the end of the stairs at that moment, threw open the hatch to the roof and laughed at the end of Locke's protests. He pulled himself up onto the roof and rushed to the giant obsidian figure adorning the front of the building. Locke ran over to a ladder and began climbing into a small stand set onto the center of the roof. Reaching the top, he pulled a pair of goggles from a hook, strapped them on his head and glanced around quickly. Grabbing a large sack, and his belt knife, he quickly cut the sack open, and dumped the contents into a large barrel to his left. Working fast, he emptied sack after sack into the barrel, and when the barrel was full, he moved forward to grab onto a lever and push it forward.
A large metal tube shot out from a hiding spot under the stand and quickly slid up and into place, then the whole stand lifted upwards and Locke grabbed onto a wheel, turned it and the stand twisted to the front of the building. Pressing buttons and glancing around, he quickly spotted the smoke from a dying fire in the distance. Turning the wheel again to move the stand into position, he slammed the heel of his left hand onto a big, oddly shaped button. The stand started a low hum and began vibrating. Pressing his thumbs against the little red buttons attached to the wheel in front of him, the tube shook and a boom sounded off as it fired off a fast flying object towards the campfire.
Cursing, he kicked his foot down onto a petal and the tube lowered a bit as the shot was off the mark and too high. Hitting the buttons again, the cannon shook and then potato pieces flew out of the end of it. Locke muttered "Damned rotten potatoes." and then hit the button again. A large spud flew off and struck soundly the sleeping form curled up in a blanket closest to the fire. "Direct hit!" he shouted and started hitting the buttons faster.
Magrus was chanting as all of this was going on, and tossing various powders upon the giant statue. Suddenly, he stopped and waited. After a moment, a creaking resounded loudly, and then a low growl as well. Chuckling, Magrus whispered a command to the statue as it stretched and turned to look behind it. "Now, let the hunters become the hunted!" he cackled as the giant cat jumped off of the roof and stalked towards the group centered on her masters lawn....
In Search of the Holy Spam
Slowly getting up, Phreddie hovered over to DJ, eating all the guns and explosives, he might have bad gas for the next couple of hours, but atleast nobody else would get hurt. Leading his flock back to the main road, Phreddie made sure every one was situated, when all of a sudden, the gas hit, this was deadly, explosive gas, quickly barking instructions he told them to make their way along the road in the directio of the farm, he would follow behind, making sure they werent followed, and keeping his gas down wind. "Alright boys and girl, we need to get a move on, follow the road for six hours, then we will camp for the night, the spot Im thinking of is about forty miles fromt he farm, we will arrive there at about noon tommorow. This camp site is in the middle of an open feild, devoid of all protection fromt he elements and other invaders, so that no one can sneak up on us. Alright people lets move, ill follow behind to make sure were not followed."
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Rubbing her eyes, DW looked up to the window and tried to shake the distinctly ominous feeling that was rattling about the pit of her stomach. She had to agree with Fiona... it wasn't as though they *had* to be here.
She was also beginning to feel dizzy.. and Ik suddenly seemed to be sporting a white, athletic-looking jumper along with an orange kerchief tucked around his neck. For a moment... she was sure.... it seemed Ik was not standing beside his scythe, but instead, he was leaning against a large van. The van was painted in a psychedelic arrangement of green, orange and blue, and had the slogan, "The Mystery Machine" spray-painted across one side.
Luis also looked different... or sounded different... He appeared to be beseeching IK with decidedly canine whimpers...
And then Ik, holding a box up high, said, "Will you do it for a Scooby Snack?"
Luis responded with an enthusiastic "RUUFFF!"
A sharp jab in her shoulder made DW look to her left; it was Fiona.
"Are you deaf? Did you hear anything I've said in the last two minutes?!?"
DW gave a convulsive jerk, and the odd apparition faded from view....
She was also beginning to feel dizzy.. and Ik suddenly seemed to be sporting a white, athletic-looking jumper along with an orange kerchief tucked around his neck. For a moment... she was sure.... it seemed Ik was not standing beside his scythe, but instead, he was leaning against a large van. The van was painted in a psychedelic arrangement of green, orange and blue, and had the slogan, "The Mystery Machine" spray-painted across one side.
Luis also looked different... or sounded different... He appeared to be beseeching IK with decidedly canine whimpers...
And then Ik, holding a box up high, said, "Will you do it for a Scooby Snack?"
Luis responded with an enthusiastic "RUUFFF!"
A sharp jab in her shoulder made DW look to her left; it was Fiona.
"Are you deaf? Did you hear anything I've said in the last two minutes?!?"
DW gave a convulsive jerk, and the odd apparition faded from view....
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Fiona
As they moved out of the Church, DW came to a sudden stop. She looked dazed. Fiona shook her head in exasperation. Of all the times to go into a poetic fugue!
Icarus had already proposed they investigate, just because the music had stopped. Yeah, that made a lot of sense. Whatever scary, murderous, or otherwise unpredictably unhealthy stuff was going to happen would be bound to be accompanied by atmospheric music. Ergo, if the music stopped, nothing bad could happen? What were these people like?
Still, if she was honest, Fiona had never expected to get them all away from the Church without mishap. The plot always depended on this kind of stupidity, why should this one be any different? It went back to Troy. She had always thought Cassandra was a smart, patient woman who had drawn a very short straw indeed. But one thing was certain, once you got into that role, you never won the argument. Better test that hypothesis.
Fiona approached DW and explained the precedents at some length. Half way through she realised that mage was oblivious to her presence. She poked DW hard “Are you deaf? Have you heard anything I’ve said in the last two minutes?” DW startled and came back into focus. As Fiona, Icarus and Luis listened the mage described the vision she had had. Luis and Icarus appeared to be impressed, confident that this was significant and proof they should investigate further.
Fiona sank to the ground and put her head in her hands. It wasn’t that she minded risking her life in a good cause. But for a cartoon series? This was ridiculous. The plot was set in a medieval landscape. Anachronisms weren’t that unusual. But she could wish her companions were a little less drawn to slapstick: it really wasn’t her kind of show
Icarus had already proposed they investigate, just because the music had stopped. Yeah, that made a lot of sense. Whatever scary, murderous, or otherwise unpredictably unhealthy stuff was going to happen would be bound to be accompanied by atmospheric music. Ergo, if the music stopped, nothing bad could happen? What were these people like?
Still, if she was honest, Fiona had never expected to get them all away from the Church without mishap. The plot always depended on this kind of stupidity, why should this one be any different? It went back to Troy. She had always thought Cassandra was a smart, patient woman who had drawn a very short straw indeed. But one thing was certain, once you got into that role, you never won the argument. Better test that hypothesis.
Fiona approached DW and explained the precedents at some length. Half way through she realised that mage was oblivious to her presence. She poked DW hard “Are you deaf? Have you heard anything I’ve said in the last two minutes?” DW startled and came back into focus. As Fiona, Icarus and Luis listened the mage described the vision she had had. Luis and Icarus appeared to be impressed, confident that this was significant and proof they should investigate further.
Fiona sank to the ground and put her head in her hands. It wasn’t that she minded risking her life in a good cause. But for a cartoon series? This was ridiculous. The plot was set in a medieval landscape. Anachronisms weren’t that unusual. But she could wish her companions were a little less drawn to slapstick: it really wasn’t her kind of show
While everybody was estatic about the vision of DW, Fiona seemed irritated. "You can be Daphne, Fiona", said Icarus. This resulted in an outburst from Fiona. "You're ridiculing the story!!", she yelled. Mumbled apologies followed quickly.
"Look, Fiona", said Icarus, "we're into this too deep already. There's no escaping the Scooby Doo plot." Meanwhile, one of the two church's towers fell over. Strangely enough, it was made of cardboard on a wooden frame.
"We have to play along, but we have an advantage that Scooby and gang never had: we know Scooby Doo plots. They're always the same. All we have to do, is find the right person, or rather: the impostor."
Icarus turned towards the church while his familiar was examing a scary looking carboard tree. It had to be said: it was very skillfully made.
"Look, Fiona", said Icarus, "we're into this too deep already. There's no escaping the Scooby Doo plot." Meanwhile, one of the two church's towers fell over. Strangely enough, it was made of cardboard on a wooden frame.
"We have to play along, but we have an advantage that Scooby and gang never had: we know Scooby Doo plots. They're always the same. All we have to do, is find the right person, or rather: the impostor."
Icarus turned towards the church while his familiar was examing a scary looking carboard tree. It had to be said: it was very skillfully made.
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OS sniffed moodily, then irritably scratched the spider bite she received late in the night. I need to do something about that, she thought, before licking the beaters (not without a quick check to make sure no one was watching).
It’s not like they would judge me. Would they? she pondered, but her thoughts were punctured by the steady beat of the rah mix. With another quick look about her, she started dancing – elaborately. The performance (sadly, to no one in particular) consisted of the destruction of a chair, and the spilling of not one, but two canisters of flour – whole wheat and all purpose, to be specific.
Slipping the tray into the oven, OS suppressed a shudder, as she remembered the horrible words of Maggy. Chutten? What bizarre creature was that? But OS still thought the idea of two people in two different countries dancing at the same time, to the same song, was sort of neat…
With a sigh, and another sulky sniff, she reached across the counter to turn the volume of the music down to 14, for the phone had rang.
“Hello?” she asked nervously, for on the other end of the line, was a terrible static sound. OS screamed piercingly, before realizing it was her friend Lina sneezing. Oh well. So much for the topic at hand.
It’s not like they would judge me. Would they? she pondered, but her thoughts were punctured by the steady beat of the rah mix. With another quick look about her, she started dancing – elaborately. The performance (sadly, to no one in particular) consisted of the destruction of a chair, and the spilling of not one, but two canisters of flour – whole wheat and all purpose, to be specific.
Slipping the tray into the oven, OS suppressed a shudder, as she remembered the horrible words of Maggy. Chutten? What bizarre creature was that? But OS still thought the idea of two people in two different countries dancing at the same time, to the same song, was sort of neat…
With a sigh, and another sulky sniff, she reached across the counter to turn the volume of the music down to 14, for the phone had rang.
“Hello?” she asked nervously, for on the other end of the line, was a terrible static sound. OS screamed piercingly, before realizing it was her friend Lina sneezing. Oh well. So much for the topic at hand.
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Thawunk!
Chu awoke with a start as another potatoe slammed ominously into the dirt where he was laying a moment ago.
"Too close!!! We have to get out of here, Tony. Tony??? WAKE UP YOU DRUNK MO-RON!!!!!!!!!" Chu shouted.
"Wuh?" Tony mumbled.
Chu corralled Tony behind a tree, "We should be safe for now, but who knows what Beasts he'll send after us."
Tony managed to sputter, "Whats going on????"
"Sir Magrus has arrived before us, and we are under potato attack. Luckily, I have contact with one who may be able to help us."
Chu held a round orb, as dark as the midnight sky, in the palm of his hands. He whispered unto it, "Sister, I live and Lie for You." the ball began to glow, and just when it was so bright that Tony had to turn away, the glowing stopped.
Tony heard Chu mutter, "Kitten, I need your help" . . .
Chu awoke with a start as another potatoe slammed ominously into the dirt where he was laying a moment ago.
"Too close!!! We have to get out of here, Tony. Tony??? WAKE UP YOU DRUNK MO-RON!!!!!!!!!" Chu shouted.
"Wuh?" Tony mumbled.
Chu corralled Tony behind a tree, "We should be safe for now, but who knows what Beasts he'll send after us."
Tony managed to sputter, "Whats going on????"
"Sir Magrus has arrived before us, and we are under potato attack. Luckily, I have contact with one who may be able to help us."
Chu held a round orb, as dark as the midnight sky, in the palm of his hands. He whispered unto it, "Sister, I live and Lie for You." the ball began to glow, and just when it was so bright that Tony had to turn away, the glowing stopped.
Tony heard Chu mutter, "Kitten, I need your help" . . .
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Just as OS ominously burned her right index finger on the cookie tray, she began to feel the familiar tingling sensation in her back pocket. What does he want now? From her pocket she drew the second glowing device, which was most uncomfortable to sit upon.
She removed her oven mitt before scowling at the burnt chocolate chip-peanut butter cookies. "This is your fault, Chutten!" she wailed at no one in particular.
OS raced up to her bedroom and changed into the regular black leather pants and jacket. Chuckling, she used her black eyeliner as warpaint. Now, she thought as she ran out the front door, how to make this as beneficial for me as possible...
She removed her oven mitt before scowling at the burnt chocolate chip-peanut butter cookies. "This is your fault, Chutten!" she wailed at no one in particular.
OS raced up to her bedroom and changed into the regular black leather pants and jacket. Chuckling, she used her black eyeliner as warpaint. Now, she thought as she ran out the front door, how to make this as beneficial for me as possible...
((OOC: I will of course be joining this story line as i love it, However, only Ysh has the right to start writing about Fas the Haffer. The rest of you are violating copyright and i will sue your butts later on Now to see how you guys have butchered me in this story line. Though its hilarious that i don't even have to be here and i am already added to the spam story line ))
I really hate this curse, Fas thought to himself. Damn thing makes me act like a complete fool. I should have never left that damn tavern. It would have been so much easier...But nooo! I had to run into a very hot female who was pillaging the town i was hiding in. Of course I was completely drunk for a haffer and confused the orc female with a human one. That is one night I never wish to remember. Sadly I told her that much and the damn witchdoctor placed a curse on me. Not sure what the curse is....but i am certainly not my charming, sauve and intelligent self anymore. Now where did those two humans go to? I bet they are causing someone somewhere to wince in pain. Oh boy this is going to be fun
Now to see how you guys have butchered me in this story line. Though its hilarious that i don't even have to be here and i am already added to the spam story line ))I really hate this curse, Fas thought to himself. Damn thing makes me act like a complete fool. I should have never left that damn tavern. It would have been so much easier...But nooo! I had to run into a very hot female who was pillaging the town i was hiding in. Of course I was completely drunk for a haffer and confused the orc female with a human one. That is one night I never wish to remember. Sadly I told her that much and the damn witchdoctor placed a curse on me. Not sure what the curse is....but i am certainly not my charming, sauve and intelligent self anymore. Now where did those two humans go to? I bet they are causing someone somewhere to wince in pain. Oh boy this is going to be fun
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Chu felt relief.
OS would be here soon, and he would be safe.
Suddenly, a HUGE ball of fire erupted in the northern sky.
Chu managed to sputter, "Hey, that came from the Spam Factory!" . . .
OS would be here soon, and he would be safe.
Suddenly, a HUGE ball of fire erupted in the northern sky.
Chu managed to sputter, "Hey, that came from the Spam Factory!" . . .
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OS felt annoyance.
Oh well. She would find chu soon, and then he would be safe.
OS ran down the broken ground, muttering, Why the hell did I wear heels? As this thought crossed her mind, she shielded her eyes against the flash of light that had ruptured from the zone.
Oh no! OS internally moaned, kicking off the high heels and quickening her pace.
Oh well. She would find chu soon, and then he would be safe.
OS ran down the broken ground, muttering, Why the hell did I wear heels? As this thought crossed her mind, she shielded her eyes against the flash of light that had ruptured from the zone.
Oh no! OS internally moaned, kicking off the high heels and quickening her pace.
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Fiona
Her fit of depression did not last long. You can’t really keep it up unless you’re the introspective type.. She got to her feet and looked at the cardboard ruin around her. The prospect of finding the potion she needed here were diminishing, she thought. Who would keep anything that valuable in a backdrop? Though, on second thoughts, everyone she had met here might do such a thing. Hey ho.
Fiona hadn’t actually seen the cartoon they seemed to be in, but although all of her companions seemed to have lost the plot, it did not seem to be that complicated, the way Icarus described it. As they wouldn’t leave and wouldn’t act, she realised she would have to move things along. That usually meant the female lead had to do something profoundly stupid, and immediately afterwards lose all power of independent action so she had to be rescued. She wasn’t sure about the Scooby Doo characters, but if that wasn’t the next step someone would no doubt tell her.
Problem was they hadn’t found the female lead. Hmm. That must mean: either that she was already imprisoned in the cardboard cut out and Fiona would have to make an attempt to save her which was not going to succeed: Icarus being the heroic male. Or this was a side quest. And if that was true her potion might be there after all.
Bah. She was sick of being sober. Her chances of survival depended on this being her side quest. But 50:50 was good enough in this situation. On that profoundly stupid thought Fiona entered the church again. She pushed open the door and found herself in a large, well lit room. She accepted the inevitable and turned off all the lights. Had to be done
Fiona hadn’t actually seen the cartoon they seemed to be in, but although all of her companions seemed to have lost the plot, it did not seem to be that complicated, the way Icarus described it. As they wouldn’t leave and wouldn’t act, she realised she would have to move things along. That usually meant the female lead had to do something profoundly stupid, and immediately afterwards lose all power of independent action so she had to be rescued. She wasn’t sure about the Scooby Doo characters, but if that wasn’t the next step someone would no doubt tell her.
Problem was they hadn’t found the female lead. Hmm. That must mean: either that she was already imprisoned in the cardboard cut out and Fiona would have to make an attempt to save her which was not going to succeed: Icarus being the heroic male. Or this was a side quest. And if that was true her potion might be there after all.
Bah. She was sick of being sober. Her chances of survival depended on this being her side quest. But 50:50 was good enough in this situation. On that profoundly stupid thought Fiona entered the church again. She pushed open the door and found herself in a large, well lit room. She accepted the inevitable and turned off all the lights. Had to be done
underground
Athena and Slade were greeted with cold air and dewdrops. Slade lit a torch as they followed a big passage down several meters under the surface of the Golden Ashes Shrine. They went on for a moment before coming to a 'T'
"Let's try this way" Athena gestured left and Figure bravely snorted and pranced on down the dim passage.
"Travel through here often?" Slade joked, catching up to ride alongside.
"Only on a nightmare." she snipped. Dewdrops splashed down her dusky blue robe
"I hope she knows her way." Slade muttered to Magnus, his fire-eyed black as night colt. They came to a big room housing a crypt in the middle with a door at the far end and one to the right. There was a small sliver of light peering through a small window way up on the left wall. The sliver shined directly into the shade cast by the room to the right.
"Can you guess what door we go through here?" she asked. They rode to the right. The ambience of this passage was creepy.
"Your eyes are glowing red, are you posessed?" Slade asked.
"Amongst other things. My eyes being red is an indication of danger, we must be close." They heard discreet snickers in the distance and skittering of little feet, not horse feet. Figure squealed at the little gnomes called "Cheneys" that scurried out of the dank shadows. Slade quickly drew his sword, rhythmically slicing them as they jumped at him. Athena shot cursed sparks that zapped the gnomes like a tazer, also burning her own hands. "Dang hexes!" She screeched as she stopped tazing. A few Cheneys put up a tripwire that Magnus haulted in front of and Figure smartly hopped over, then turning on a dime to cut nine cents change, flinging some Cheneys to the wall with his back legs and squashing a half dozen with the front in a frantic rant.
"They're a diversion!" Slade charged Magnus down the passage twoard the oncoming Shrub goblin There was a battle cry and a great crashing of a sword hacking. The torch went out and there was a big 'thud'. "Great, I've exposed him!" Athena charged Figure down the passage to a great room with doors on all sides. Slade had the Shrub goblin hogtied on the ground. She jumped off Figure. "Hold'em!" Slade braced the goblin up against the wall. Athena drew her hunting blade on the goblin and sliced a little 'z' in its forehead while chanting in some obsure language. Her hands glowed red and she put the right one on the cut she'd made. "Show me the way." Steam rolled up from that point. The goblin screeched and went out, slumping to the ground. The blood trickled along the floor to the left.
Athena said, "Wait here." Slade protested. Athena lowered her head and ran into the room to the left, eyes and hands still glowing with red.
A bout of fireworks shot from the doorway then there was a calm blue haze as Athena emerged. Her hair was long flowing robust brown colors, and there was a glowing gem between her eyes, as if there was a third eye. a mysterious blue glow came from her eyes and reflected in the longsword she now carried. It was some kind of titanium ore, its core blackened by the souls that enchanted it. In fact, she was in a blue aura. She looked at Slade and said, "I had to have a little discussion with an old friend of mine. Thank you, may we continue on." Slade smiled in awe and nodded. Figure bowed for her and she climbed upon him. They cantered the horses back up the passages the way they came.
They rode directly northeast for a couple of hours and Athena stopped to indulge in a smoke. Slade's armor shined brilliantly in the sunlight, Athena noticed its superb craftsmanship, gulping down some elixir.
"That is spectacular armor, you'll have to introduce me to your tailor."
"and you'll have to introduce me to your weaponsmith." Slade replied, " You must be exhausted. We should take a siesta." They haulted, pitched tent and made a barbeque.
Athena and Slade were greeted with cold air and dewdrops. Slade lit a torch as they followed a big passage down several meters under the surface of the Golden Ashes Shrine. They went on for a moment before coming to a 'T'
"Let's try this way" Athena gestured left and Figure bravely snorted and pranced on down the dim passage.
"Travel through here often?" Slade joked, catching up to ride alongside.
"Only on a nightmare." she snipped. Dewdrops splashed down her dusky blue robe
"I hope she knows her way." Slade muttered to Magnus, his fire-eyed black as night colt. They came to a big room housing a crypt in the middle with a door at the far end and one to the right. There was a small sliver of light peering through a small window way up on the left wall. The sliver shined directly into the shade cast by the room to the right.
"Can you guess what door we go through here?" she asked. They rode to the right. The ambience of this passage was creepy.
"Your eyes are glowing red, are you posessed?" Slade asked.
"Amongst other things. My eyes being red is an indication of danger, we must be close." They heard discreet snickers in the distance and skittering of little feet, not horse feet. Figure squealed at the little gnomes called "Cheneys" that scurried out of the dank shadows. Slade quickly drew his sword, rhythmically slicing them as they jumped at him. Athena shot cursed sparks that zapped the gnomes like a tazer, also burning her own hands. "Dang hexes!" She screeched as she stopped tazing. A few Cheneys put up a tripwire that Magnus haulted in front of and Figure smartly hopped over, then turning on a dime to cut nine cents change, flinging some Cheneys to the wall with his back legs and squashing a half dozen with the front in a frantic rant.
"They're a diversion!" Slade charged Magnus down the passage twoard the oncoming Shrub goblin There was a battle cry and a great crashing of a sword hacking. The torch went out and there was a big 'thud'. "Great, I've exposed him!" Athena charged Figure down the passage to a great room with doors on all sides. Slade had the Shrub goblin hogtied on the ground. She jumped off Figure. "Hold'em!" Slade braced the goblin up against the wall. Athena drew her hunting blade on the goblin and sliced a little 'z' in its forehead while chanting in some obsure language. Her hands glowed red and she put the right one on the cut she'd made. "Show me the way." Steam rolled up from that point. The goblin screeched and went out, slumping to the ground. The blood trickled along the floor to the left.
Athena said, "Wait here." Slade protested. Athena lowered her head and ran into the room to the left, eyes and hands still glowing with red.
A bout of fireworks shot from the doorway then there was a calm blue haze as Athena emerged. Her hair was long flowing robust brown colors, and there was a glowing gem between her eyes, as if there was a third eye. a mysterious blue glow came from her eyes and reflected in the longsword she now carried. It was some kind of titanium ore, its core blackened by the souls that enchanted it. In fact, she was in a blue aura. She looked at Slade and said, "I had to have a little discussion with an old friend of mine. Thank you, may we continue on." Slade smiled in awe and nodded. Figure bowed for her and she climbed upon him. They cantered the horses back up the passages the way they came.
They rode directly northeast for a couple of hours and Athena stopped to indulge in a smoke. Slade's armor shined brilliantly in the sunlight, Athena noticed its superb craftsmanship, gulping down some elixir.
"That is spectacular armor, you'll have to introduce me to your tailor."
"and you'll have to introduce me to your weaponsmith." Slade replied, " You must be exhausted. We should take a siesta." They haulted, pitched tent and made a barbeque.
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Fiona
Fiona advanced slowly into the Church. Without the lights it seemed a measureless space and her eyes were slow to adapt to the dark. Oddly the interior seemed to be intact. As half of it had fallen down when she was outside, this was unexpected. Never mind. With a faint sense of satisfaction in doing the right thing she pressed on through the gloom.
Now that she could see a little she could make out a large font set near the front and to one side. Massive columns split the room into three, and an elaborately carved choir stall was placed each side of the altar. An organ loft was over the door she had entered through and it was clear that this was the source of the deafening noise they had heard earlier. Light fell through stained glass windows. It wasn’t much use because the windows all depicted pints of Guinness and so were mostly black. Still it was better than nothing.
There didn’t seem to be anyone about. Fiona knew that could not be true, because no-one had come out when the music stopped. Also there would be no point in the Scooby Doo theme if there were no baddies here. She really should feel that someone was watching her. But she did not.
As she approached the font she caught the unmistakeable scent of fresh poured stout and she saw the perfect head sitting on the surface. Someone had drawn a shamrock in the foam. A bit stereotyped, but it gave her a warm nostalgic feeling nonetheless. It was possible that this was indeed the Holy Ground – it was mere Judaeo-Christian prejudice which insisted on the separation of church and brothel, after all. Fiona wondered if holy Guinness could be the antidote she was looking for. No harm in trying, she thought. She looked around for a glass. Nothing near the font. But there was a chalice on the altar. That might do
Fiona still could not see or hear anyone and so she approached the altar fairly confidently. The chalice was oddly shaped and it was full. She picked the vessel up and sniffed the content. Now that was worrying. So far as she could tell the liquid was not Guinness; it was blood. In the Church? Something was not right. Oh well maybe these people took transubstantiation more literally than most. It was not necessarily sinister
As she thought that Fiona had a vague awareness that there was something sadly wrong with her mind. Of course it was sinister, part of her shrieked. But the shriek was silent. It was as though her natural common sense had become detached and was watching her from a distance. Her body carried on exploring as if this was not the most ridiculous thing she had done since joining GB.
Just then someone addressed her. The voice seemed to be coming from the shadows behind the altar. It was an educated voice and she could find no clue as to the speaker’s country of origin. But it was speaking English. Just as well really. She didn’t understand anything else. She was a little disappointed in the content, though. “Welcome, my child” wasn’t the sort of thing real religious people said, was it? Or maybe it was. Truth be told Fiona had no experience whatsoever of religious people. Maybe they did talk like that all the time. She wracked her brains for the proper response, but could think of nothing appropriate to say. She watched as a dark figure approached, and unhooked the chain between the main body of the church and the altar itself. “You are just in time to witness the kitten-killing ceremony. A most interesting spectacle performed by our ….choir boys”
Now that she could see a little she could make out a large font set near the front and to one side. Massive columns split the room into three, and an elaborately carved choir stall was placed each side of the altar. An organ loft was over the door she had entered through and it was clear that this was the source of the deafening noise they had heard earlier. Light fell through stained glass windows. It wasn’t much use because the windows all depicted pints of Guinness and so were mostly black. Still it was better than nothing.
There didn’t seem to be anyone about. Fiona knew that could not be true, because no-one had come out when the music stopped. Also there would be no point in the Scooby Doo theme if there were no baddies here. She really should feel that someone was watching her. But she did not.
As she approached the font she caught the unmistakeable scent of fresh poured stout and she saw the perfect head sitting on the surface. Someone had drawn a shamrock in the foam. A bit stereotyped, but it gave her a warm nostalgic feeling nonetheless. It was possible that this was indeed the Holy Ground – it was mere Judaeo-Christian prejudice which insisted on the separation of church and brothel, after all. Fiona wondered if holy Guinness could be the antidote she was looking for. No harm in trying, she thought. She looked around for a glass. Nothing near the font. But there was a chalice on the altar. That might do
Fiona still could not see or hear anyone and so she approached the altar fairly confidently. The chalice was oddly shaped and it was full. She picked the vessel up and sniffed the content. Now that was worrying. So far as she could tell the liquid was not Guinness; it was blood. In the Church? Something was not right. Oh well maybe these people took transubstantiation more literally than most. It was not necessarily sinister
As she thought that Fiona had a vague awareness that there was something sadly wrong with her mind. Of course it was sinister, part of her shrieked. But the shriek was silent. It was as though her natural common sense had become detached and was watching her from a distance. Her body carried on exploring as if this was not the most ridiculous thing she had done since joining GB.
Just then someone addressed her. The voice seemed to be coming from the shadows behind the altar. It was an educated voice and she could find no clue as to the speaker’s country of origin. But it was speaking English. Just as well really. She didn’t understand anything else. She was a little disappointed in the content, though. “Welcome, my child” wasn’t the sort of thing real religious people said, was it? Or maybe it was. Truth be told Fiona had no experience whatsoever of religious people. Maybe they did talk like that all the time. She wracked her brains for the proper response, but could think of nothing appropriate to say. She watched as a dark figure approached, and unhooked the chain between the main body of the church and the altar itself. “You are just in time to witness the kitten-killing ceremony. A most interesting spectacle performed by our ….choir boys”
Icarus removed the amulet from his neck. Dragonwench reappeared with a daft look in her eyes and a dumb smile. She seemed a bit out of this world.
A bit further away, Luis had his mouth on the carboard tree. Motionless, he stood there while a small stream of saliva was dripping down from the tip of his mouth.
But where was Fiona? Her horse was still here. He grabbed DW by the arm and shook her vehemently. "Where's Fiona?"
DW still had that absent look on her face. "Where would she go if this was a Scooby Doo episode?", he wondered aloud. Ofcourse, she would go into the church, becoming the obvious bait for any villain.
What would the other characters do? Look for clues, perhaps? The cardboard setting could be a clue. The broken twig on the ground? No, that was not a clue. With a bit of imagination, it looked like a G. Was that a clue? No, it was just coincidence.
"Come on, guys, look for clues! I'll go have a look behind the church. Someone should look for Fiona, too."
A bit further away, Luis had his mouth on the carboard tree. Motionless, he stood there while a small stream of saliva was dripping down from the tip of his mouth.
But where was Fiona? Her horse was still here. He grabbed DW by the arm and shook her vehemently. "Where's Fiona?"
DW still had that absent look on her face. "Where would she go if this was a Scooby Doo episode?", he wondered aloud. Ofcourse, she would go into the church, becoming the obvious bait for any villain.
What would the other characters do? Look for clues, perhaps? The cardboard setting could be a clue. The broken twig on the ground? No, that was not a clue. With a bit of imagination, it looked like a G. Was that a clue? No, it was just coincidence.
"Come on, guys, look for clues! I'll go have a look behind the church. Someone should look for Fiona, too."
[size=-1]An optimist is a badly informed pessimist.[/size]
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Fiona
A kitten killing cermony? That didn't sound very nice. She wondered if that was where the blood in the chalice came from, but it was still warm. Why would they need any more now?
"I don't really fancy that"
" Does that mean choir-boys are not to your taste? You prefer .....more adult pursuits, perhaps?"
" No, I'm just not very religious. I wouldn't like to interfere with a ceremony. I'll be happy to leave"
"Interfere with the choir boys? Oh, I think that would be......helpful" smiled the rather sinister, and now she came to notice it, rather fangy man.
Fiona noticed belatedly that this conversation was not entirely what it seemed. Oh dear. She had no ability whatsoever to deal with this kind of thing. Where was DW when you needed her? She could do this stuff.
Fiona blushed. " I see the thought......disturbs you". Once again the figure smiled. He was obviously comfortable with word play. That meant he must be quite bright. And he was a man, so he was probably vain. Best idea was to look for a neutral topic where he could show off, and he might forget the innuendo. It would be better just to beat his brains in, but he was bigger than her and true to the requirements of the plot she had left her gear and her assertiveness outside. So girly it would have to be. Sadly she didn't know anything about him.
"Er....tell me about you beliefs, if you will" she offered lamely.
She was surpised to find he looked suddenly shifty
"I don't really fancy that"
" Does that mean choir-boys are not to your taste? You prefer .....more adult pursuits, perhaps?"
" No, I'm just not very religious. I wouldn't like to interfere with a ceremony. I'll be happy to leave"
"Interfere with the choir boys? Oh, I think that would be......helpful" smiled the rather sinister, and now she came to notice it, rather fangy man.
Fiona noticed belatedly that this conversation was not entirely what it seemed. Oh dear. She had no ability whatsoever to deal with this kind of thing. Where was DW when you needed her? She could do this stuff.
Fiona blushed. " I see the thought......disturbs you". Once again the figure smiled. He was obviously comfortable with word play. That meant he must be quite bright. And he was a man, so he was probably vain. Best idea was to look for a neutral topic where he could show off, and he might forget the innuendo. It would be better just to beat his brains in, but he was bigger than her and true to the requirements of the plot she had left her gear and her assertiveness outside. So girly it would have to be. Sadly she didn't know anything about him.
"Er....tell me about you beliefs, if you will" she offered lamely.
She was surpised to find he looked suddenly shifty
Behind the church, Icarus found a trapdoor. He tried to open it, but it was locked from the inside. However, the wood was so rotten, that he could practically dig his way through. A stairway went down to the dark hallways underneath the church. "I should've brought my scythe or some other weapon", he mumbled as he walked down into the unlit basement. A villain wouldn't see a lot in this darkness, he thought. They must've installed some light. He trried clapping his hands, hoping torches would magically go on.
Instead, he woke up a swarm of bats, who then did what bats always do in dark passages. Icarus ducked, yet felt some of the creatures flying into him. When the swarm was gone, he could feel some of the bats were still on him. He walked back into the light and could see that they had bitten themselves into his thick robe. Carefully, Icarus removed one and examined it. Fascinating creatures, those bats, he thought as the one he held in his hand bit his thumb. "AARGH, JEESH, GET OFF ME!" He shook his hand wildly. The bat let loose and flew away. With a stick, he removed the other bats and went back in.
"Okay, so I got the bats, what's next?" He said aloud while he wondered what other obvious things he would come across. He walked a little further, until he stepped on something which gave way to his foot with a loud crack. Icarus sighed "Ofcourse... A friggin' skeleton." He searched the skeleton for a weapon and found a sword. "Good." It might be impolite to nick a dead man's weapon, but it would be stupid not to. Icarus continued to move on, slowly, with his sword ready, until he bumped into a wall. He turned right and bumped into another wall. Apparently, this was a left turn. His eyes must've gotten used to the darkness by now, but there was absolutely no light down here.
There were a couple more turns shortly after each other when he came to a thin stripe of light in the wall. He examined the surface. It was wood and had a knob. That suggested it was in fact a door. He tightened his hand around the knob and then let loose again as a stroke of relative genious reached him. I have a sword and I'm about to enter a well-lit room. What are my options?
1. I move on to find nothing.
2. I enter the room and get into a swordfight.
3. I enter the room and the lights go out.
4. I enter the room and get welcomed by 16 beautiful maidens who pamper me and cook me diner.
He dropped his sword and stormed the room. "HERE I AM, BEAUTIFUL LADIES, AND BOY, AM I HUNGRY!", he yelled, excited. The lights went out. "Okay, that's not funny, who did that?"
No-one answered. All he could hear was some music playing in the distance. Or was it music? It seemed like a mad man preaching.
"The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycloptic eye
watches the city streets contract
twist and cripple and crack.
Saint Buck goes on a dog's-leg now"
He followed the man's voice, the tambourine and glockenspiel and whatever it was he was hearing. It came from a taperecorder on a table in the middle of the room. That was the second taperecorder he found today. Icarus found them impractical, since there was no place to buy batteries in this medieval setting. The music went on.
"Still Buck he ventures on whistling,
and Death reckons Buckleberry's time is up,
O woah woah woah!
Saint Buck! Buck!"
He fast-forwarded the tape. What a bizarre music.
"The bar is full of holy-joes
A holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Around the neck of our consumptive rose
Is the root of all his sorrows
O yeah
He got six strings
Six strings that drew blood
A holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Six strings that drew blood"
A crazy song about a guitar madman.
He stopped the music, tucked the tapeplayer into his robe and continued searching.
Instead, he woke up a swarm of bats, who then did what bats always do in dark passages. Icarus ducked, yet felt some of the creatures flying into him. When the swarm was gone, he could feel some of the bats were still on him. He walked back into the light and could see that they had bitten themselves into his thick robe. Carefully, Icarus removed one and examined it. Fascinating creatures, those bats, he thought as the one he held in his hand bit his thumb. "AARGH, JEESH, GET OFF ME!" He shook his hand wildly. The bat let loose and flew away. With a stick, he removed the other bats and went back in.
"Okay, so I got the bats, what's next?" He said aloud while he wondered what other obvious things he would come across. He walked a little further, until he stepped on something which gave way to his foot with a loud crack. Icarus sighed "Ofcourse... A friggin' skeleton." He searched the skeleton for a weapon and found a sword. "Good." It might be impolite to nick a dead man's weapon, but it would be stupid not to. Icarus continued to move on, slowly, with his sword ready, until he bumped into a wall. He turned right and bumped into another wall. Apparently, this was a left turn. His eyes must've gotten used to the darkness by now, but there was absolutely no light down here.
There were a couple more turns shortly after each other when he came to a thin stripe of light in the wall. He examined the surface. It was wood and had a knob. That suggested it was in fact a door. He tightened his hand around the knob and then let loose again as a stroke of relative genious reached him. I have a sword and I'm about to enter a well-lit room. What are my options?
1. I move on to find nothing.
2. I enter the room and get into a swordfight.
3. I enter the room and the lights go out.
4. I enter the room and get welcomed by 16 beautiful maidens who pamper me and cook me diner.
He dropped his sword and stormed the room. "HERE I AM, BEAUTIFUL LADIES, AND BOY, AM I HUNGRY!", he yelled, excited. The lights went out. "Okay, that's not funny, who did that?"
No-one answered. All he could hear was some music playing in the distance. Or was it music? It seemed like a mad man preaching.
"The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycloptic eye
watches the city streets contract
twist and cripple and crack.
Saint Buck goes on a dog's-leg now"
He followed the man's voice, the tambourine and glockenspiel and whatever it was he was hearing. It came from a taperecorder on a table in the middle of the room. That was the second taperecorder he found today. Icarus found them impractical, since there was no place to buy batteries in this medieval setting. The music went on.
"Still Buck he ventures on whistling,
and Death reckons Buckleberry's time is up,
O woah woah woah!
Saint Buck! Buck!"
He fast-forwarded the tape. What a bizarre music.
"The bar is full of holy-joes
A holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Around the neck of our consumptive rose
Is the root of all his sorrows
O yeah
He got six strings
Six strings that drew blood
A holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Six strings that drew blood"
A crazy song about a guitar madman.
He stopped the music, tucked the tapeplayer into his robe and continued searching.
[size=-1]An optimist is a badly informed pessimist.[/size]
They had stopped and made camp now....starting up a barbeque
"Ill go find some wood for us" replied slade, "dont take too long slade" said Athena.Slade then went about looking for some wood near by.The sky was filled with stars,it looked like the sky was pouring out milk full of stars,there was a calm breeze,nice and warm....as he was looking for wood he couldnt help but think about Athena and what happened down in the shrine. As a matter of fact he noticed her beauty even more now....Slade was shocked to be thinking these thoughts about Athena right now......now was not the time for such thoughts. Athena is in trouble, someone has a bounty out on her and thoughts like this could put her at risk if he doesnt have his mind focused on protecting her.Slade thought he shouldnt think about this anymore for the moment. Slade finished gathering the wood and started to return to the camp...." she did look nice with that blue aura though" slade said out loud...*blushing*....oh well....
"I see you found us some wood" Athena replied...."yes along with this small animal I happen to find on my way back" said Slade.Athena then through some sparks and lit the fire." So Athena where do we head to next?" asked Slade
"Ill go find some wood for us" replied slade, "dont take too long slade" said Athena.Slade then went about looking for some wood near by.The sky was filled with stars,it looked like the sky was pouring out milk full of stars,there was a calm breeze,nice and warm....as he was looking for wood he couldnt help but think about Athena and what happened down in the shrine. As a matter of fact he noticed her beauty even more now....Slade was shocked to be thinking these thoughts about Athena right now......now was not the time for such thoughts. Athena is in trouble, someone has a bounty out on her and thoughts like this could put her at risk if he doesnt have his mind focused on protecting her.Slade thought he shouldnt think about this anymore for the moment. Slade finished gathering the wood and started to return to the camp...." she did look nice with that blue aura though" slade said out loud...*blushing*....oh well....
"I see you found us some wood" Athena replied...."yes along with this small animal I happen to find on my way back" said Slade.Athena then through some sparks and lit the fire." So Athena where do we head to next?" asked Slade
Wondering how vampires live the life they live.....
seriously I dont know how they sleep during the day, I have a twitch everytime I hear a loud sound as I slumber, everytime ....Im just waiting to pounce on the poor mortal who creates a sound while I sleep in during the day. /rant
seriously I dont know how they sleep during the day, I have a twitch everytime I hear a loud sound as I slumber, everytime ....Im just waiting to pounce on the poor mortal who creates a sound while I sleep in during the day. /rant
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Evening had settled about the Gothic church, and even the cardboard cutout trees interspersed amongst ancient oaks did not dispel the sense of impending doom.
Having shaken off the last of her dizziness, DW noticed that both Ik and Fiona were nowhere in sight. Oran Mor turned to her and brightly stated, “they went into the Church.”
DW sighed. There was nothing for it, but to follow. However, before entering the Church, she grasped Oran Mor's arm in a vice-like grip and said, “You are coming with me.”
The leprechaun protested, but seeing as he had little choice in the matter, he acquiesced. Dragging the leprechaun along behind her, DW turned the enormous, bronze door handle and stepped inside.
It was intensely still.. yet voices seemed to be coming from the end of a twisting corridor to her left. One of the voices was a distinctly Scottish brogue, and it could only belong to Fiona. The other voice, was smooth, resonant and somewhat silky... or was that “evil?” DW could not quite tell. Hoping that Fiona was in no danger, she crept forward... not an easy endeavour, given the sniveling leprechaun at her side.
The corridor gave way to a large room filled with pews. A stone alter dominated the area, and there seemed to be a lingering scent of copper hovering in the air around it.
Fiona was engaged in some kind of conversation with a tall, hooded figure, and she appeared somewhat flustered. Clearly, this was the source of the polished, slightly malevolent voice.
The discussion seemed focused upon some kind of ritual involving choir boys and the sacrifice of kittens. While not much of a fan of choir boys, DW did like cats, and winced visibly at the notion of killing innocent kittens.
The hooded figure cast his glance upon her. “You feel no sympathy for boys, yet you feel immediate worry for... cats?
His eyes glittered, and the suggestion of a knowing smirk pulled at the corner of a sculpted mouth. Aggravated, DW rolled her eyes at him.
“And I suppose you consider yourself a candidate for the sainthood owing to your tender ministrations upon the choir boys.”
“My Lady, I assure you, I always have equal concern for the... cats”
“First of all, I am not your lady...,” she began, until she heard a snort from Fiona. DW cast a glower in Fiona's direction and continued...
“Secondly, I have worries as to why you might view the choir boys as worthy of your ... passionate concern, while those poor kittens end up meeting a terrible fate.”
“Those kittens, in fact, serve a most noble cause. And of course, they don't suffer at all...”
DW raised an eyebrow, “You believe they appreciate the opportunity, do you?”
“Well naturally... “
At this point, the figure's slight smirk widened considerably, but his next comments were cut short by the sudden squeal of fiddle strings. Everyone started, and took note of the tiny figure anxiously hiding behind DW's robe.
Fiona glared at Oran Mor. “What exactly are you doing with my fiddle?”
The leprechaun cringed, and then spoke.
" I was bringing it to you, You must have been worried about leaving it behind" Oran Mor gave what he hoped was a winning smile and forced himself to approach Fiona. His reluctance was obvious but he made it."You ...wouldn't consider giving us a tune? I'm exhausted." Oran Mor paused hopefully.
The hooded figure was obviously intrigued, he smiled sympathetically. “Are you one of the new choir boys, my son?”
A look of abject terror crossed Oran Mor's face.
Fiona looked at the leprechaun closely. It was true he was still dancing, albeit more slowly. He must indeed be tired. She accepted the fiddle and began to play. Oran Mor stopped dancing, and immediately retired behind DW, as far from the stranger as he could get while staying in earshot. The stranger watched him curiously. Gradually a smile touched his lips. "Not a choir boy.....a much more pointed problem, I suspect"
Having shaken off the last of her dizziness, DW noticed that both Ik and Fiona were nowhere in sight. Oran Mor turned to her and brightly stated, “they went into the Church.”
DW sighed. There was nothing for it, but to follow. However, before entering the Church, she grasped Oran Mor's arm in a vice-like grip and said, “You are coming with me.”
The leprechaun protested, but seeing as he had little choice in the matter, he acquiesced. Dragging the leprechaun along behind her, DW turned the enormous, bronze door handle and stepped inside.
It was intensely still.. yet voices seemed to be coming from the end of a twisting corridor to her left. One of the voices was a distinctly Scottish brogue, and it could only belong to Fiona. The other voice, was smooth, resonant and somewhat silky... or was that “evil?” DW could not quite tell. Hoping that Fiona was in no danger, she crept forward... not an easy endeavour, given the sniveling leprechaun at her side.
The corridor gave way to a large room filled with pews. A stone alter dominated the area, and there seemed to be a lingering scent of copper hovering in the air around it.
Fiona was engaged in some kind of conversation with a tall, hooded figure, and she appeared somewhat flustered. Clearly, this was the source of the polished, slightly malevolent voice.
The discussion seemed focused upon some kind of ritual involving choir boys and the sacrifice of kittens. While not much of a fan of choir boys, DW did like cats, and winced visibly at the notion of killing innocent kittens.
The hooded figure cast his glance upon her. “You feel no sympathy for boys, yet you feel immediate worry for... cats?
His eyes glittered, and the suggestion of a knowing smirk pulled at the corner of a sculpted mouth. Aggravated, DW rolled her eyes at him.
“And I suppose you consider yourself a candidate for the sainthood owing to your tender ministrations upon the choir boys.”
“My Lady, I assure you, I always have equal concern for the... cats”
“First of all, I am not your lady...,” she began, until she heard a snort from Fiona. DW cast a glower in Fiona's direction and continued...
“Secondly, I have worries as to why you might view the choir boys as worthy of your ... passionate concern, while those poor kittens end up meeting a terrible fate.”
“Those kittens, in fact, serve a most noble cause. And of course, they don't suffer at all...”
DW raised an eyebrow, “You believe they appreciate the opportunity, do you?”
“Well naturally... “
At this point, the figure's slight smirk widened considerably, but his next comments were cut short by the sudden squeal of fiddle strings. Everyone started, and took note of the tiny figure anxiously hiding behind DW's robe.
Fiona glared at Oran Mor. “What exactly are you doing with my fiddle?”
The leprechaun cringed, and then spoke.
" I was bringing it to you, You must have been worried about leaving it behind" Oran Mor gave what he hoped was a winning smile and forced himself to approach Fiona. His reluctance was obvious but he made it."You ...wouldn't consider giving us a tune? I'm exhausted." Oran Mor paused hopefully.
The hooded figure was obviously intrigued, he smiled sympathetically. “Are you one of the new choir boys, my son?”
A look of abject terror crossed Oran Mor's face.
Fiona looked at the leprechaun closely. It was true he was still dancing, albeit more slowly. He must indeed be tired. She accepted the fiddle and began to play. Oran Mor stopped dancing, and immediately retired behind DW, as far from the stranger as he could get while staying in earshot. The stranger watched him curiously. Gradually a smile touched his lips. "Not a choir boy.....a much more pointed problem, I suspect"
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