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Post by xiahtic on Feb 10, 2013 15:06:25 GMT -5
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""Oh not again!"
The young white mage pouted, very much unlady-like to do so, but she could not help the frustration bubbling up inside her. She was merely practicing her newly acquired Teleport spell, meaning to just transfer herself from her room into the white mage laboratory, but to no such luck. Instead, she finds herself amidst a bustling city, full of nobly-clad people with the night sky looming above her.
"What a peculiar place!" She murmured, fixing her robes and wandering around, figuring she's not going anywhere rooted on the spot. She could hear music faintly from one of the streets, making her way around the people and even bumping into a random child, making her smile slightly at the energy of the youngkin. She went down a flight of stairs, tapping a man on the shoulder to ask where she was; the name of the place making her more puzzled.
"Treno?" Rosa asked, a confirming nod from the man confirming her fears. The Overworld doesn't have a place called Treno, does it? So where is she?
'Is it possible that I have traversed into a different world?' She thought, absentmindedly looking around her waist for her purse. She froze, the small bag escaping her touch and she looked down to see if it was true. Gasping, she hopelessly looked around, wondering if someone can help her, but to no avail; the people here seemed to be used to such things. She moaned in defeat, sitting on one of the benches and running a hand through her hair, a look of utter defeat on her lovely face, "They must know I am missing by now, what would Cecil say if I am not found...and Kain, Kain probably would hurt himself trying to find me." She bit her lip, ready to cry as the unfamiliar place started to scare her.
She prayed to all the gods she know that by some miracle, someone can come and help her.
TAG: NOTES: *Rosa cannot use TELEPORT again, it can only be used one plot at a time ^^ TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2013 16:12:32 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] ❦ Treno; Monster House❦
The Sleepless City Treno was aptly named. Even at the dead of night the city bustled with life and energy. The rich culture attracted nobles and the rich nobles attracted thugs and thieves alike. Today a certain band had made their way to Treno for a job. With the job complete the boys were sent of to spend their money as they pleased. The youngest of Tantalus, though, nary could sit still after a job. Normally he would go running to the side of a certain someone, but he was forbidden from leaving this time. The ship's engine had met with tragedy, clogged or some shit, whatever Cinna had told him! Moons damn the Regent's cruddy new inventions! Sure the mistless engine's were pretty efficient, but that did not mean they came without their own troubles. To blow off steam the thief had made his way to Treno's famous Monster House. The noble here always found the oddest critters which he let others fight for his own amusement. Zidane had no problem with that because it was a great way to let off steam after finding out about the engine's crash! He had high hopes the old noble found a good monster he could wreck, but it seemed this time he was out of luck....
"No fu--ing way!" The thief had gone in confident now stood at the counter complaining to the saleswoman. "You know that's a shit excuse! The young loudmouth was incensed. The monster had grown ill and was unable to fight, leaving the thief with a head full of steam.
'I'm sorry Zidane, it's out of my hands....' She excused.
"Of all the no good, rotten--!" His tail had fluffed up and stood on end as his anger took a visible form. He kicked at the ground in a small tantrum and pocketed his hands. He hunched over, tail slinging down to the ground, and let his blond hair rain over his features. "Man can this night get any worse?" Knock on wood because he knew very well it could.
With a deep sigh he shoved his hands into his pockets and shuffled off into the sleepless night. He was completely dejected and full of energy. After all he was a healthy nineteen year old! There was nothing wrong with having these feelings, but it was pretty irritating not being able to do a thing about it. For all his bravado he ended up like one of the heros in his play. For a long time the young actor had thought: Perhaps I'll end up like them, dead and six feet under, sword through my belly? In all honesty he had considered the prospect and turn of events that would lead to that. If it meant protecting the ones he cared about, he would not mind taking a hit for the team. He was a pretty shitty thief in that case.
He snarked sarcastically under his breathe. His walk took him beyond the slums and clear past the pub. He did not even have the heart to drink! No amount of booze would wash away his irritation. Behind him his tail lashed left to right harshly, his irritation very clear. Not even the beauty of Treno's lights could bring his spirits up. The way they danced off the waters and created a menagerie of illusions that only turned to visions of the past for the thief, caused him to swoon. The hopeless romantic shuffled down the steps into the Town's entrance. His piss-poor attitude only caused him to sneer when he came upon the sight of various nobles walking about: many arm in arm. He made his way toward the fountain, his arms finally slung at his sides.
He reached into the pocket of his short vest and pulled out a 10gil coin. He smirked and held the coin toward his lips. 'Their future was uncertain, but Scorpio and Virgo kissed in the light of dusk. That moment meant everything
[/color]' He fancied the Tale of the Stellazzio, but why was he so far from his Virgo? Even if he tossed his gil into the fountain his wish would not come true. One had to work to make their dreams come true. He tucked the coin back into his pocket and raised his head. The reflection of the fountain's falling curtain of water had caught the reflection of a young woman. His mind played a terrible trick on him as the visage of his Virgo had appeared, only to vanish just as quickly! He turned around, fate ever so cruel, but perhaps looking up! He had never seen this noble before. Their robes were a familiar, reminiscent presence. Perhaps this was what caused his heart to flutter? The white cloak had caused his eyes to be wishful, willful and twats in accordance with the situation. The thief was about to brush off the hallucination, but he noticed the crease in the features of the lovely lady. Her body language seemed to show she was backing up, pulling in... She was no Treno native. He moved to approach her. " Good day mi'lady, welcome to Treno!"If it were any other day he would likely be the one taking advantage of her situation and rob her of every coin she had after taking her on a night on the town... He felt capricious today. With his irritations and bothers. One gloved hand settled itself on his hip while his other arm hung, but behind him the most curious thing: his tail swayed side to side in a calm motion. Now in a place with people of various shapes, sizes and forms a boy with a tail did not seem out of the park, but it was certainly unique among the crowds. [/left] [/div] "Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/center] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 12, 2013 10:18:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=width,410,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #171717; border-top: 3px solid #BDA885; border-right: 3px solid #BDA885; border-top-right-radius: 70px;] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-left: -10px; margin-top: -5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 55px; border-top-left-radius: 55px; border-bottom-right-radius: 55px; border-bottom-left-radius: 55px; -webkit-transform: rotate(0deg); -o-transform: rotate(0deg); -moz-transform: rotate(0deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-top:4px; margin-left:8px; width: 60px; height: 60px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(10deg); -o-transform: rotate(10deg); -moz-transform: rotate(10deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-top: -15px; margin-left: 13px; width: 70px; height: 70px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(-40deg); -o-transform: rotate(-40deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-40deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); width: 40px; height: 40px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(30deg); -o-transform: rotate(30deg); -moz-transform: rotate(30deg); float:left; margin-left: 22px; margin-top:10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 15px; margin-top:-7px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:18px; color: #F0E2CD; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]Who will heal you?[/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 30px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:27px; color: #F0E2CD; margin-top:-5px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]If I don't come along...[/style]
[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] Emerald orbs caught cerulean ones as the lady Farrell looked up somberly at the man before her. She raised an eyebrow at his appearance, expecting someone older by the sound of his voice, yet she was met by merely a boy, roughly her age. She couldn't help but form a curious smile at her lips as she inclined her head in greeting, noting his strange clothing, and, with surprise, the golden tail swinging behind his back, "Good evening yourself, young sire. Sadly, the evening does not fare well for the likes of me."The young white mage uttered a sigh, not knowing if she would laugh or cry at the fate's way of toying with her. How ironic was it that when she asked for someone to help her, it was granted, but was met with just a kid. She looked back at him, noting his haughty profile, looking at the daggers on his belt and the way his eyes shone. She could sense a trace of annoyance with him though, and it made her features soften, looks like she was not the only one having a bad day. "I do hope you know the way around. I am lost, can you help me?" She said, deeming that she had no choice but take what fate has offered for her, "Forgive me for being rude, my name is Rosa Farrell"A short bow punctuates her introduction, standing upright before hand so she could greet the stranger properly, "Also, is it a custom of this land to pickpocket a stranger unbeknownst to the locality of the area? It seems that I might have been a victim of such a deed. So forgive me if I can ask you to guide me around and maybe, help me recover my belongings?" Rosa didn't particularly care about the money in her purse, she didn't even care if she gets back everything at all. But there had been something in it that is very dear to her; an heirloom from her mother that had been passed down from one white mage to another in her family, and she dearly wants it back before she even made it home. Pleadingly, she looked at the boy [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] tags: Zidane words: notes:[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2013 11:09:20 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size]
Those eyes of hers were so fully of purity. Why was he suddenly feeling like a heel as he stared into her face? Honestly, in the back of his mind, he plotting to pinch her purse himself, but it was the natural processes of a thief in a bad mood. Fingers oft spoke the heart's desires. He was quite small compared to most his age. Even his big bros were monsters compared to him. She spoke like a noble, but she did not dress like the ones roaming around. She had a higher class. She was a proper lady. This air of nobility and humility she carried was much like his Virgo. During their earlier adventures she was just like this: pure, innocent. Overtime she became more knowledgable about the harsh world around her. Sometimes he wished he never let his canary out her gilded cage, but he was the one that had burst into it. His Virgo was the only one he could love, just the way she was and would become.
Zidane returned the bow. "Zidane Tribal, pleased!" His hair danced to his motions, the majority of it bound back in a ponytail by a ribbon. The blond, sandy locks perfectly matched his tail which was brightly waving, bobbing just over the ground.
Hearing her plight he raised his arm to rub at the back of his head. He was an arse. A stranger in the beautiful city of Treno? Of course she was easy prey. She was a pretty, lone girl among a city of prissy nobles and brutish thugs! Lost and without gil... that was a hard time indeed to be had. Man he was a terrible thief, but he could not let a cute girl begging for help fend for herself. It went against everything he stood for! In truth this lass reminded him a lot of her. What if they had done this to her?! He would have been infuriated!
What would she think of me if I do?
"That's Treno hospitality for you. The mass of nobles draw in all sorts of shady fellows." The young boy smiled brightly and bowed in a bright flourish of motion. "I am at your service madam!" He seemed a jovial young man. No common thief nor was he a noble, but he was well mannered, for now. "We can check the local pub for any info. So, if ya don't mind my askin', where are ya from?" That accent of his peered out. He was no Treno local, but he seemed experienced enough to show her the way. He held out his hand to her with a smirk.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 12, 2013 11:23:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=width,410,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #171717; border-top: 3px solid #BDA885; border-right: 3px solid #BDA885; border-top-right-radius: 70px;] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-left: -10px; margin-top: -5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 55px; border-top-left-radius: 55px; border-bottom-right-radius: 55px; border-bottom-left-radius: 55px; -webkit-transform: rotate(0deg); -o-transform: rotate(0deg); -moz-transform: rotate(0deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-top:4px; margin-left:8px; width: 60px; height: 60px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(10deg); -o-transform: rotate(10deg); -moz-transform: rotate(10deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-top: -15px; margin-left: 13px; width: 70px; height: 70px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(-40deg); -o-transform: rotate(-40deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-40deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); width: 40px; height: 40px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(30deg); -o-transform: rotate(30deg); -moz-transform: rotate(30deg); float:left; margin-left: 22px; margin-top:10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 15px; margin-top:-7px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:18px; color: #F0E2CD; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]Who will heal you?[/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 30px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:27px; color: #F0E2CD; margin-top:-5px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]If I don't come along...[/style]
[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] She smiled, doubts now at ease as he offered her a hand, a warm smile to his face. 'So his name was Zidane, how strangely fitting', she mused, her smile gracefully widening within the minute. Although alarmed by the thought that a noble city would have thieves and such, not at all a commodity in Baron, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the one whom took her pouch, a trait in her she could never shake. Maybe the small boy whom bumped into her, which she knew was the thief by now as she was not daft enough to not remember when she lost her purse, needed the money for a sort of convenience he cannot afford. It left a bitter taste in her mouth; the children should never suffer. Yet look at this place, so rich and full of life. She took his hand and shook it gently before walking beside him, her head lingering on things she was not familiar with. And also, a little amused at how some of the nobles in this town looked. Nothing was ever the same as with where she was from. The boy's question made her look back at him, nodding a bit and her blonde locks framed her face from the gesture, the slight wind blowing them gently behind her. She took a moment to answer, as it seemed tantamount to finding out if she was still in the Overworld or not, I was born and raised, also currently residing in Baron, Zidane, you might have heard of it since it is quite a popular kingdom." She hoped against hope that the man might be able to point her to the right direction. Nodding at his suggestion to go to the said 'bar' [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful love can be.[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2013 12:41:37 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size]
The young brigand led her along he cobblestone streets of Treno. The city was glittering with life. The lights of the Noble houses hung shadows over the slums, which were the pair's next stop. He strode up the steps that overlooked the waterfront of the night city. His gloved hands remained at his side as he walked. He had a very honest and open posture about him, but that could be the very lie of it. His entire reason for being was deception. From his sly words to his humble acting. Everything about him one saw was a farce. The lie only became truth when the feelings of his heart visibly sat pressed on his sleeve. As they walked he seemed a bit less annoyed than he had been. Perhaps simply socializing was enough? No.... he knew it was only a temporary replacement. He was lying to himself, brilliantly so.
His brow arched as his head turned to the woman in question. The thief took a moment to really hear what she had said. Baron? What in the Moons was she talking about? Like, a noble? Foreigners were always so odd. The boy had traveled the world and discovered so many places during his adventures, but this was not a kingdom he had ever heard of. Was she perhaps pulling his tail in this instance? A jest? There were but three true kingdoms in Gaia, and this Baron was not one. If she spouted things like that nobles would probably try and get her arrested for impersonating one of them, or something worse. He chuckled out nervously. He noticed a few ears perked at her words as they passed down the bridge toward the slums. These bastard nobles always eavesdropped. They were always looking for fresh gossip. Half the time they behaved more shady than the native thugs!
"Shit, if they hear her going on we might get into trouble...
[/color]" Haughty nobles did anything for money and would stab your mother! Luckily he did not have one! The young man rubbed the back of his head in a strange, nervous twitch as he tried to figure a way to brush off the comment. A grin drew itself on his face as he reached out to touch the woman's shoulder. " "Ah, mi'lady, so you know that play as well? I could tell by your dress you were of the scholarly type!" He chuckled and leaned in a bit close, more so than most would be comfortable with. " Maybe we should talk when we're at the pub... nobles around here are no better than the thugs...[/color]" His warning was soft, but clear. The lad would lead her to the slums. Around children ran around causing usual trouble while the drunken working class hung outside on the docks which served as the outside cafe for the pub. The waterways were used as transportation so a boat sat wayward, bobbing in the waters with its ferryman who waited for his only means of gil to approach. The slums were not the most inviting place, but it was obvious that, wherever the nobles took their pleasure, the young boy's kind was not allowed. The line between commoner and noble was painfully clear in the slums. Innocent children forced into their caste. Shouts from their young lips cursing the nobles and claiming to raise above them one day, or games of thievery seemed to train their appetites for gil and oppression. It was an awful sight, but for the thief it was all too normal. Zidane came to the rickety pier. The wooden pathway looked unstable and the smell of stale booze grew more intense at its edge. He motioned his gloved hand. " After you mi'lady." He smirked. He seemed completely confident the creaky walkway would hold. [/left] [/div] "Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/center] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 12, 2013 13:11:02 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] The air reeked with the smell of poverty, and Rosa was aware that they have crossed an arbitrary line. The new area was screaming pheasant; wooden planks serve as bridges, and she could not help but doubt their stability. But she was not complaining at all, as long as they have somewhere to go to find her lost heirloom. She was at first, shocked as the boy raised his voice a bit, although not an angry tone, but rather, to subdue those whom have been looking at her in a funny way. He talks about a play, yet she didn't understand not until he lowered his head next to her ear and whispered caution. She nods and shuts her lips, her questions could come later. Children were running everywhere, and by the looks of it they have been raised to poverty. Taunts and curses flowed freely from their mouths and Rosa felt like she could cry; these poor children, they do not deserve the life they are in. She nodded and was glad enough to enter the small establishment, careful to thread along the plank with caution, not wishing to fall into the waterways below, as it seemed that the whole city was currently surrounded by an endless moat. "Whatever do you mean by what you said earlier, Zidane? Do you not know Baron at all?" His actions piqued her interest, and the nagging dread in her heart confirming her suspicions. This was the first time it had happened, but it was not unheard of, as her mother once told her. She should have listened to her mother, that's the only thought in her mind. She was warned that, if the spell has not been cast with utter care, she might end up in a different dimension, away from home, with no guarantee of returning. Yet she sucked it up and waited for him to answer, seated at one of the bar's grimy perch stools, a curious look at her surroundings giving her a sense of unease; the lady, not at all used to such places of the poor. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed Open your eyes and see How beautiful life can be[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2013 14:16:51 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] ❦Treno; Pub❦
When the young woman walked assed the plank the haughty thief strolled across it without a second thought. is motions were full of confidence and an uncaring attitude for the trap of water below. He was familiar with this place it seemed. He called out to the bar wench when he entered, asking for two beers. He would likely get a pitcher after. It was one of those nights. The walls were plastered with wanted posters, some torn off by the owner after the bounty was paid to. The tacks hammered into the walls to hold the posters remained with slivers of torn parchment. The paint seemed to be peeling in certain places of condensed moisture from the dripping ceilings left in disrepair because they could not be afforded to. The ground was a bit sticky and the small pub was cluttered with tables and chairs.
Zidane dropped himself into a booth seat and lazily splayed out. His legs slid out to offer room for things more burdening than his satchel. He used his hand to adjust his dagger's scabbard. That arm was after leaned back and settled on the spine of the booth seat. He was quiet to her question. His right hand, covered by glove and cuff, settled on the tabletop. Her worries were understandable. She seemed to really believe this place. To be honest some of the places he had been to in this world were unbelievable, yet he had been there. From an island in the clouds, to a world not of his own... Beneath the table his left leg began to bounce. The tip of his golden tail was laid out in the aisles, the tip twitching, mirroring the march of his thoughts.
He looked up and smirked. It was a nervous gaze... As if he did not wish to disappoint her. "Sorry." It was a sincere apology. He understood how it must feel. He did not question her story because she believed it.When the beer came Zidane reached out to grab the tankard. He downed the drink with practiced ease before he let out a satisfied sigh. He needed that. He had to clear his head. He waited until the bar wench to walk off. "This is Gaia, you're in Treno..." By the way his leg continued to bounce it would appear that something he still worried. "What...is your world called?" He understood that feeling of being far from home... being lost. It sucked.
Was she from the Moon? Was she from... that place? No. It was gone. Forever. Terra was no more. He looked down to his empty tankard, hand not yet removed from it. For a moment his gaze had grown distant before he finally looked back up at her.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 12, 2013 14:32:55 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] Rosa watched as the waitress, it seemed, plopped down two tankards of a strange drink and she waited until Zidane finished drinking his own. She eyes the beverage with mild curiosity before taking a sip, her face scrunching at the unfamiliar taste, putting it down quickly and not touching it since. She adjusted her features as the taste subsided, inclining her head in acceptance of his apology, "There is no need to apologize, good sire, I do understand." Yet his next words did confirm her assessment; she was indeed in a different world. "My world isn't named Gaia, unfortunately, and I never heard of such a name for a land; rather only, it is a name for a weapon." She added, thinking about Cid's beloved hammer, "We call our land simply, the Blue Planet and it was divided into the Overworld, which is home to most of our kind and other dwellers, and of course the Underworld; home to the Sylphs, the Dwarves,.and the Eidolons." She narrated, although she knew it wouldn't help. She let out a sigh, wishing that, as with the soft breath that escaped her lips, she would gently wake up from her dream, "What can I do now? I cannot perform another Teleport spell until such time I regain my heirloom and 'tis not even a guarantee that I return to Baron." She mused, more to herself than to Zidane, and she lifted her eyes to his. "This Gaia, I suppose magic is abundant here as well?" She asks, hoping the boy wouldn't take her for a lunatic if ever she was wrong. There was no point in hiding things from him, and she was rather comfortable in trusting the boy; whether he be foe or friend. She has nothing more to lose either way, only his help if she ever be suspicious, "And how do you propose we look for the boy who took my purse?" Rosa added as an afterthought, telling him as well the description of said lad. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful life can be.[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2013 16:04:00 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size]
Zidane listened to her speak. Man this was growing more complicated. He was really in a troubling place. He was starting to feel sorry for her plight. To think he would have been the one to cause it. His eyes stayed on her face while she talked, but his mind clearly trying to wrap around her words. Much of what she said went clear over his head. At least she was not from that world. He was unsure his heart could take it really. Lately his heart has been in a willful state. Was it because ...? He shook his head trying not to think about it. Something Rosa mentioned brought an arch to his brow as he tilted his head. He leaned forward quickly and braced his hands on the edge of the table to prevent his chest from smacking right into the sharp line of wood.
"Wait! Eidolons... we may have something in common after all. He leaned back and laughed. Man something he did understand! And it pissed him off that he did! It made him fret more over being so far from his Virgo. He looked to Rosa and motioned his hand which rested it self on the table the boy returned to his sloven slouch and sighed. "We have magic, yeah, but.... not many can use it. Only really well versed Scholars, or monsters." From his experience. A country bumpkin like him would never be capable of learning magic. He thought for a moment. Something struck him as odd.
Eidolons? Only a long gone people in this world could call upon them. And that was what worried him. Was she from another place, perhaps where -- a tribe of summoners still existed? He shrugged his own thought off. It was better he did not pry. If she wanted to talk about it, she would be. Plus it was not his place to ask about their past, no matter how curious he may have been about it. It was selfish of him anyway.
"Probably shouldn't talk about the Eidolons... it's pretty sacred." It was a half lie. He really did not want to talk about it or perhaps upset someone. He grinned. "Though our Dwarves don't live underground...man you really are from a different...place." He was not comfortable calling it a 'planet', if it were one. For him it was just too much for his head to take in.
He listened to the description of the lad that pilfered her goods. He has not seen anyone of that description around here, but thieves come and go as quickly as they arrive. Many do not even make it past the auction house. After all who would believe a dirty street urchin capable of acquiring anything so shiny? He blinked. His wayward thought was actually worth a shot. Zidane ordered another tankard of drink with a tap of the table, simultaneously calling for Rosa's attention. He raised his head.
"The Auction House." Why had he not considered that immediately? Many of the stolen or found goods thieves and nobles brought in eventually ended up in the hands of the owner of the Auction House. Not always, but it was a good shot. "There is a chance that it ended up in the Auction House. All sorts of things end up there. It is a good way to turn a quick gil in town if you want something you need to get rid of." Only for that fat ass owner to to make even more selling it back to the idiot masses. Suffice to say Zidane has found his pockets victim to his treasure-hungry belly. But there was a chance it was not here. he shrugged at that possibility. "If anything we'll at least get around town and see if perhaps there's anyone new, or you recognize the kid." Spoken like a true optimist.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 12, 2013 18:49:17 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] Rosa, quite startled at his reaction about the Eidolons, blinked at the man for a moment before giggling, although somewhat glad that they have something in common too. She nods at his every word, about the magic and all, which would be the same as theirs; also only scholars and faithful practitioners of the art can master magic, and it is not an easy task. She smiled at the comment about dwarves, nodding, "They like it underground, and they are great blacksmiths, tempering weapons with heat from the lava beneath the earth.""I don't mind talking about the Eidolons, since they are practically somewhat of a myth, although we have a land far northeast called Mist, and it is said to be home to the summoners, but we haven't seen proof of them yet." She mused, although still worried about her item. She really needs to get it back, her mother would disown her if she lost it. That was when Zidane suggested going through the auction house and she agreed, not at all minding that she might have been following an empty trail, "Well, there's only one way to find out, is there?"She says, standing up to her feet, marveling at his enthusiasm. Rosa was somewhat worried that the boy wouldn't be able to help her once they lost clue of the heirloom's whereabouts, but he proved to be quick to think on his head. He proposed another place just in a couple of moments of thought, although it was not surprising since he knows the place by heart, but still, she was grateful for his help. "I really do apologize for troubling you, Zidane. If I knew this place I would have gone around myself, but as it is, I don't even know which way was up or down." She laughs, a tinkering sound in the air, her being less tense and she learns to relax a little. They passed the slums back onto the richer part of Treno, with her following closely beside him, "If you don't mind me asking though, were you born here? And if so, what do you do for a living?"Rosa thought, seeing as she was with the boy and he was helping her a lot, it's not much of a bother to get to know him so she would know how to thank him properly later on. Besides, she was curious about his profession; noticing his agility and his wit, he might have been a very good scholar himself, or maybe even a guard of some sort. It didn't cross her mind one bit that he may be not that good of a person at all. Naivety and the inclination to trust anyone whom showed her kindness, had always been her weaknesses. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful life can be.[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2013 23:24:33 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] Zidane really hated this side of town, at least except when working. The thief folded his arms behind his head as he strut along behind the young woman. Azure eyes danced around the brightly lit buildings. It was if daytime had returned once more to the night cloaked city. They would end up passing through the Card Stadium. The bright lights of the Stadium lit up the waters. When the wind blew the lights on the water surface began to dance and flicker, mimicking a sea of fireflies.
Everywhere he went it seemed to remind him of something. Sadness refused to come though. These were all happy times and he held them as such, but even so he was trapped here. He was unable to continue to experience them! Perhaps he was just a spoiled thief? Growing up with the belief 'You always get what you want', was hard habit to break. He still had to live though. It was his duty! He sighed out, remembering the past. They were worth keeping close to. When Rosa spoke he looked up and over to the white-garbed lady.
"No problem, there's nothing to it!" He laughed out. When she continued and asked about his residence and work? Well that was a bit more of an awkward situation. Though this was not his place of residence, he certainly could not admit to his profession though. He smirked and rubbed at the back of his head. "Me? Nah, but we do business here a lot." He laughed out and rubbed the back of his head. His hands settled on his hips before he raised his head. "I'm an actor aboard the Tantalus Troupe!" He proudly beamed while brushing back his hair. "We fly throughout the kingdoms putting on plays for Kings and Queens!" Sadly he was far away from entertaining his queen.
When they arrived at the Auction House the young thief would point. nobles swarmed in and out of the House, some empty handed, some with smug grins on their faces. Honestly Zidane hated this place. It was so addicting for a treasure hunter like him!
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 13, 2013 3:05:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=width,410,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #171717; border-top: 3px solid #BDA885; border-right: 3px solid #BDA885; border-top-right-radius: 70px;] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-left: -10px; margin-top: -5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 55px; border-top-left-radius: 55px; border-bottom-right-radius: 55px; border-bottom-left-radius: 55px; -webkit-transform: rotate(0deg); -o-transform: rotate(0deg); -moz-transform: rotate(0deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-top:4px; margin-left:8px; width: 60px; height: 60px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(10deg); -o-transform: rotate(10deg); -moz-transform: rotate(10deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-top: -15px; margin-left: 13px; width: 70px; height: 70px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(-40deg); -o-transform: rotate(-40deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-40deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); width: 40px; height: 40px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(30deg); -o-transform: rotate(30deg); -moz-transform: rotate(30deg); float:left; margin-left: 22px; margin-top:10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 15px; margin-top:-7px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:18px; color: #F0E2CD; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]Who will heal you?[/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 30px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:27px; color: #F0E2CD; margin-top:-5px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]If I don't come along...[/style]
[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] They rounded the corner, passing through a stadium of some sort, as Rosa wondered what on earth could induce such ear-piercing screams of joy. Yet she didn't have time to dawdle as her curiosity was quickly quelled by a sense of urgency when they reached their destination. Zidane spoke of being an actor; if it was a different situation she could have been happy to have asked him about it, let alone the different acts he played. Bards and musicians aren't common to Baron; Damcyan was much more popular for that aspect, having rumored that their prince himself was a sweet-voiced bard. Nevertheless, she smiled at his narration and allowed herself a quick reply, "Oh that is a wonderful job! Well then, when I do get my heirloom back I might have some time to stop by and see you perform." In truth, she had to wait a little longer, even if they don't find it, for that spell drains away the strength of the caster. She might need a full day's recovery before she could attempt another try; and this time, she had to concentrate hard enough. "Whatever should we do, now that we are here?" Considering that it was a house of many treasures, security was lax; only one guard per door was present and it only took her graceful manner and a small smile to breeze past them. Sometimes, it pays to have noble blood, "How do we know if my item is here?" She whispered as the auction seemed to have started, taking a seat amongst the nobles. She waited patiently for the boy to speak and hoped that he will give her a substantial answer. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful life can be.[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2013 9:49:09 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] ❦ Treno; Auction House ❦ As they walked and he boasted about his acting skills, hiding the serious fact he was a no good hoodlum, the boy had some serious curiosities about this woman from another place. He could not help but drift back into the words she spoke of the summoners. They did have a tribe in her world as well. Zidane started to get a bad feeling. It was like the world she spoke of was a mirror of their own in many aspects. Were there really worlds with such similarities? If so could they get along in a way that they could not with Terra? He felt his heart sink into the many complications that came with adulthood. He was still inexperienced, even if he was three years into his own adulthood. What did it really mean to be part of society as they were? At Rosa's question he came to realize the truth of the situation. Damn. That was a problem was it not? If they did not know what item was up for bid, they could find themselves in trouble.The male scratched at his head. His soft facial features twisted in in thought as he watched the busy house empty out after a single auction. No matter how good his acting skills were, he could not pass for a noble, not in his state of dress. But ....
He glanced to Rosa and grinned. It seems he had a good idea. "Yer pretty sharp for a foreigner," He teased light-heartedly."There's actually a good place to spy on the noble gossip and find rumors about what's being sold in Auction before it's up..." He lowered his voice a bit and drew near.
By the action it was obvious that even knowing what was on Auction before it arrived was a rather unscrupulous state of notion. Of course the choice would be hers. He was not going to force her into a troubling situation. He glanced away as a rather sour expression painted his lips. Arms crossed over his chest and caused his vest and sleeveless shirt beneath to crumple a bit. The white shirt pulled from his loose pants as, behind, his tail fidgeted and caused the belt and scabbard to rattle a bit. There was a catch. He gave a nonchalant shrug.
"Guards keep an eye on you.... so me goin' around alone is pretty..." Damn guards peering at him all the time as if he stole something! Typically it was the case, but more times than not he was accompanying more lovely company in arm. "It's a bit ways back toward the Western end of town. It's a pretty swank place." He looked down and kept his arms crossed as his foot tapped against the ground for a moment. He turned to Rosa completely and dropped his arms to his side. "Since the auction just ended, we can roam around there for some info." He rubbed at his nose and grinned. "I can take ya for dinner. I mean you didn't drink nothing at the pub, you must be run ragged after everything ya been through." He meant well. She must have been drained dry from Treno's traditions and at her end.
It was a good way to get her to relax and grab some info. It was probably best. The day's auction seems to have just ended and there was no way the auctioneer was going to spill the beans. The arse od an auctioneer was tighter than a clam when it came to the item sales. The balcony of the dining hall. Someone like Zidane would never be able to afford a table, and not in terms of coin either. Eating and running was always beneficial to those of his crowd. He shrugged and leaned his weight on his right leg as his left heel came up to rest against his right ankle. His left hand came to rest on his hip.
"It 's called the Cafe Carta." It was not hard to find, just follow the fat, wobbling Nobles with heavy purses. "We can follow the crowd there. Most of 'em usually end up there after an auction." He would repeat his thought aloud, but in a more publicly acceptable manner. He smiled and motioned his hand. "We're good to head out now, it's pretty unlikely your item wasn't in today's auction. It usually takes a day for items to circulate." It seemed he knew how the Auction worked, but considering his awful addiction to it. He really abhorred it.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 15, 2013 12:27:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=width,410,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #171717; border-top: 3px solid #BDA885; border-right: 3px solid #BDA885; border-top-right-radius: 70px;] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-left: -10px; margin-top: -5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 55px; border-top-left-radius: 55px; border-bottom-right-radius: 55px; border-bottom-left-radius: 55px; -webkit-transform: rotate(0deg); -o-transform: rotate(0deg); -moz-transform: rotate(0deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-top:4px; margin-left:8px; width: 60px; height: 60px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(10deg); -o-transform: rotate(10deg); -moz-transform: rotate(10deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-top: -15px; margin-left: 13px; width: 70px; height: 70px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(-40deg); -o-transform: rotate(-40deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-40deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); width: 40px; height: 40px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(30deg); -o-transform: rotate(30deg); -moz-transform: rotate(30deg); float:left; margin-left: 22px; margin-top:10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 15px; margin-top:-7px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:18px; color: #F0E2CD; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]Who will heal you?[/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 30px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:27px; color: #F0E2CD; margin-top:-5px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]If I don't come along...[/style]
[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] They have been in the building for quite some time, and it started to bore Rosa. Noble functions really do get on her nerves, whether here or in Baron. Everyone is so uptight, although she didn't mind the manners, but the simpering looks she got from the ladies at the other row is starting to tick her off. What is so interesting? Does she have something on her face? Yet as the auction went on, it became apparent that her heirloom can not be found. She sighed and heard Zidane speak of yet another place. She was growing rather tired and hungry so she agreed, "Certainly, we shall go into this Cafe you speak of, I just hope we do have a clue this time."She didn't want to come across as rude, but being hungry and tired didn't suit the lady. She just nodded at his plan and stood up, her hope ebbing away bit by bit. She couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm though; but more or less, if they didn't get to find her heirloom for the whole night, then she had no choice but go home. "If it would help, that heirloom is a blue crystal. It's actually a fragment of one of the four legendary crystals of our world. It gives us white mages the strength we need to cast protective spells on our allies." She explains, the thought of losing it weighing more and more once she narrated the powers of the heirloom. She sighed once more, the gesture becoming more of a habit as she lingered in this world. She turned her emerald eyes to the boy and pouted ruefully; this day is getting more and more frustrating by the minute. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful life can be.[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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