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Entry tags:
- #event,
- alec lightwood (shadowhunters),
- amanda perry (sgu),
- aymeric de borel (final fantasy xiv),
- era ra (final fantasy xiv),
- farraige oconell (oc),
- ion fortuna (trinity blood),
- john murphy (the 100),
- joseph kavinsky (trc),
- juno steel (penumbra),
- magnus bane (shadowhunters),
- nico di angelo (chb),
- rafaello d’este (oc)
RAIN & MEMORY SHARE
Characters: Ensemble cast, any/all characters of Xistentia!
Summary: Rain has come to the world, and with it, comes whacky memory share phenomena— certainly not all of which is wanted. Characters are driven to find shelter and solutions.
Date(s): September 30-October 7
Warnings/Notes: None specific, please warn in your subject headers
At first, it's just rain, expected to last a week. A swirl of silver cotton-candy clouds in the sky that rolls into a mist, and then a drizzle that freckles the gutters and chases people to their cars or into the shopfronts. It's nourishing and not too cold— a good excuse to share an umbrella or maybe just fitting of a shitty, blue mood if you would like to walk around in a billowy coat like the King of Pain.
It can be a cute or enormously embarrassing way to meet people, pretty much up to you. Fall in step with someone under an offered umbrella, or dart around like a panic with a pizza box or plastic bag over your head. Maybe you'll just find an overhanging tree branch or store awning to tuck yourself under. Hopefully you're stuck with someone you like.
Quite a few restaurants seem to be offering rainy day specials, including Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe, comprised of hot cocoa and half-off a second cup if you're buying for a friend. You probably won't be the only one there.
However, for those of you who are taking the weather more seriously, the citadel has opened for shelter. Here, there are beds aplenty scattered throughout, and the bar and lounge is open with its terrible soundtrack as well as plentiful if repetitive food and drink. Residents are also exchanging resources of their own, including harvested foodstuffs and clothes. You can also check out the control room to see the meteorological analysis and forecast... which is behaving a little unpredictably, but-- it'll probably be fine.
Alternatively, #mood.
Maybe everything sucks because you got stood up for a date or otherwise rejected recently-- it's a good time to storm around tragically in the street. Alternatively, if you're the happy type, there is an entire musical dedicated to the fine practice of dancing in the rain. Who needs musical accompaniment when you have the rhythmic drubbing of water on the earth and the sweet smell of petrichor?
Or maybe you're in the mood to talk. Certainly, there's an increasing sense of nostalgia going around that's stronger and more widespread than the average effect of poetic weather...
However, the downpour steadily intensifies over the next few days, and soon after F.A.T.E.S. issues a warning— D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. has hijacked the climate. At first, there are only a few concerns— herds of animals coming into the city seeking shelter. Be careful if you find a herd of bison gathered under the highway overpass, or your kitchen is suddenly full of fairies. Hell, maybe you're a Good Samaritan, trying to rescue some hapless native cat or other.
But then it begins.
As the rain grows heavy, the nostalgia turns into something unexpected. Characters who touch one another find themselves sharing brief sensory memory. These can vary from the sudden and terrible pain of old battle wounds, to the overwhelming, heart-pounding joy of welcoming a new child to the family. The scary thing is, these memory share are uncontrolled, and might come from even the shortest, most accidental touch.
News from your fellow residents: Era Ra and Ezekiel won visions during the fair. And now Era has information to share, that uploading memories at the Temple can lock and protect them from the involuntary release, as well as fortify the defenses of the city. She's also talking about some kind of a key hole there, which you can check out yourself. Weird!
You can teleport East from the Citadel to the Temple, or you can walk there on your own two legs. Weather allowing.
Within the Temple the chamber lays behind a large round door covered in inscrutable carvings. It's surprisingly bright in here now, in contrast to what Era's message held. It contains numerous strange beds, all of which are now online, having awakened in answer to the rainfall. The characters must lay down on while the daemons connect to a holographic interface.
From there, the memory share becomes intuitive even for the most technologically impaired of Xistentia residents.
If you should choose to share, you may control who sees it; filter it to someone of your choice, or leave it open for everyone. You may post anonymously, but visual cues of identity cannot be erased. Pain is muted and impressionistic, but pleasure tends to be evocative enough. It's the way the mind works. Daemons will flag graphic or commonly disturbing material. With every new memory shared, the rain seems to be lessening.
You can also choose to lock it away, preventing anyone from seeing it for at least another month. Unfortunately your memory will not help to shield the city, but at least it will stop embarrassing you. Let's hope it doesn't provoke any intrusive questions in the meantime.
After 48 hours, enough memories have been shared. The sky over the city and the sphere of forest surround the urban bounds develops a barrier that looks almost liquid, translucent. Though residents can pass through it, it cuts the rain down to half. A few hours later, the storm wanes out and stops entirely. The shield also fades away, and the animals begin to ebb as well, back into the wild. It's only been a week, but it might feel much longer.
The memories will dissipate from storage in a month, regardless of whether or not they're viewed again.
Summary: Rain has come to the world, and with it, comes whacky memory share phenomena— certainly not all of which is wanted. Characters are driven to find shelter and solutions.
Date(s): September 30-October 7
Warnings/Notes: None specific, please warn in your subject headers
Awash In Memory
The landscape after cruelty which is, of course, a garden
The Rain
At first, it's just rain, expected to last a week. A swirl of silver cotton-candy clouds in the sky that rolls into a mist, and then a drizzle that freckles the gutters and chases people to their cars or into the shopfronts. It's nourishing and not too cold— a good excuse to share an umbrella or maybe just fitting of a shitty, blue mood if you would like to walk around in a billowy coat like the King of Pain.
Gimme Shelter
It can be a cute or enormously embarrassing way to meet people, pretty much up to you. Fall in step with someone under an offered umbrella, or dart around like a panic with a pizza box or plastic bag over your head. Maybe you'll just find an overhanging tree branch or store awning to tuck yourself under. Hopefully you're stuck with someone you like.
Quite a few restaurants seem to be offering rainy day specials, including Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe, comprised of hot cocoa and half-off a second cup if you're buying for a friend. You probably won't be the only one there.
However, for those of you who are taking the weather more seriously, the citadel has opened for shelter. Here, there are beds aplenty scattered throughout, and the bar and lounge is open with its terrible soundtrack as well as plentiful if repetitive food and drink. Residents are also exchanging resources of their own, including harvested foodstuffs and clothes. You can also check out the control room to see the meteorological analysis and forecast... which is behaving a little unpredictably, but-- it'll probably be fine.
Like My Mood
Alternatively, #mood.
Maybe everything sucks because you got stood up for a date or otherwise rejected recently-- it's a good time to storm around tragically in the street. Alternatively, if you're the happy type, there is an entire musical dedicated to the fine practice of dancing in the rain. Who needs musical accompaniment when you have the rhythmic drubbing of water on the earth and the sweet smell of petrichor?
Or maybe you're in the mood to talk. Certainly, there's an increasing sense of nostalgia going around that's stronger and more widespread than the average effect of poetic weather...
Oh Shit
However, the downpour steadily intensifies over the next few days, and soon after F.A.T.E.S. issues a warning— D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. has hijacked the climate. At first, there are only a few concerns— herds of animals coming into the city seeking shelter. Be careful if you find a herd of bison gathered under the highway overpass, or your kitchen is suddenly full of fairies. Hell, maybe you're a Good Samaritan, trying to rescue some hapless native cat or other.
But then it begins.
The Memory Share
As the rain grows heavy, the nostalgia turns into something unexpected. Characters who touch one another find themselves sharing brief sensory memory. These can vary from the sudden and terrible pain of old battle wounds, to the overwhelming, heart-pounding joy of welcoming a new child to the family. The scary thing is, these memory share are uncontrolled, and might come from even the shortest, most accidental touch.
The Telexistence Temple
News from your fellow residents: Era Ra and Ezekiel won visions during the fair. And now Era has information to share, that uploading memories at the Temple can lock and protect them from the involuntary release, as well as fortify the defenses of the city. She's also talking about some kind of a key hole there, which you can check out yourself. Weird!
You can teleport East from the Citadel to the Temple, or you can walk there on your own two legs. Weather allowing.
Within the Temple the chamber lays behind a large round door covered in inscrutable carvings. It's surprisingly bright in here now, in contrast to what Era's message held. It contains numerous strange beds, all of which are now online, having awakened in answer to the rainfall. The characters must lay down on while the daemons connect to a holographic interface.
From there, the memory share becomes intuitive even for the most technologically impaired of Xistentia residents.
The Temple Chamber
If you should choose to share, you may control who sees it; filter it to someone of your choice, or leave it open for everyone. You may post anonymously, but visual cues of identity cannot be erased. Pain is muted and impressionistic, but pleasure tends to be evocative enough. It's the way the mind works. Daemons will flag graphic or commonly disturbing material. With every new memory shared, the rain seems to be lessening.
You can also choose to lock it away, preventing anyone from seeing it for at least another month. Unfortunately your memory will not help to shield the city, but at least it will stop embarrassing you. Let's hope it doesn't provoke any intrusive questions in the meantime.
After 48 hours, enough memories have been shared. The sky over the city and the sphere of forest surround the urban bounds develops a barrier that looks almost liquid, translucent. Though residents can pass through it, it cuts the rain down to half. A few hours later, the storm wanes out and stops entirely. The shield also fades away, and the animals begin to ebb as well, back into the wild. It's only been a week, but it might feel much longer.
The memories will dissipate from storage in a month, regardless of whether or not they're viewed again.
alec / ota
( the rain has been going on for days now. alec would be sick of it, if he could muster the energy to care about something like the weather. he has a lot more on his mind than the rain. besides, the rain seems fitting. it's as gloomy as he's felt, although it's been slowly getting easier day by day.
however, now that it's come to light a simple touch can trigger an exchange of memory, his moodiness has resurfaced. like a dark cloud in the furrow of his brow as he walks hurriedly in the rain, hands in the pockets of his jacket, shoulders hunched, attempting to make himself as small as possible while avoiding contact with others. that he has no control over which is the biggest problem, here. he's too private to be comfortable sharing most of his memories even with friends. not being able to give his permission for the exchange bugs him all the more after his return from home and his memories flooding back, adding layers to events he's still trying to process.
brooding as he is, he doesn't notice he's about to step into a puddle that's much deeper than it looks. his foot falls, water splashes up his pant leg, but most of all he's thrown slightly off balance. enough that his hand escapes his pockets and flaps out, looking for something to grab onto.
maybe you're standing right there and feel his hand on your arm, or maybe as he stumbles back from the puddle while cursing, you walk into his shoulder. either way,
as soon as alec feels the contact, his eyes squeeze shut in annoyance, preparing for the memory exchange to just be over and done with so he can wave you off and go on his way. )
OTHER / the light is soaking; over the ocean
( let me know if you'd like something specific with alec, and we can organize a memshare or other encounter!! you can reach me at
rain
but the rain is a bit of a nuisance. it's soaked his cloak and uniform, dripping off the pommel of his sword, and though it's good there's no sun out, the rain makes for an annoyance as it drips into his ruby-red eyes and streams down his cheeks like tears. it's been a few hours since he'd had his first taste of human blood ( yuu's blood, that he'd drank as actual tears streamed down his cheeks ), but he can already hear the beating of hearts around him, smell the blood in people's veins. he needs to get off the street and find shelter, but he's stopped by an unusual scent and an arm catching his.
eyes narrowing, mika looks over the person that's grabbed him. the man, not much older than him, both does and doesn't smell human in a strange way. however, he doesn't have much of a chance to think about it as a memory washes over him...[ as the memory fades, mika blinks and stares at the other man. and then a scowl forms on his lips as he glares at the stranger. ]
What did you just do to me, human?
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that, and it reminds him of jace, a bit.
he's not threatened by mika's glare in the least, nor the assumption that this was his doing. however, he is a little miffed about the human assumption. )
I didn't do anything to you. It's this place. ( better clear that up first. he's taken a few steps back, having let go of mika's arm. rain drips and makes his hair stick to his forehead. ) And I'm not human. I don't know of any human who could do a thing like that.
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not human... well, he's clearly not a vampire, because there's no scent of blood on the man. but it does explain the strangeness mika had smelled when he'd first been accosted. ]
This place... [ there's skepticism in his tone, but from what he's learned of this world, it's not out of the realm of possibility. that just leaves the issue of the man not being human. ]
That's why you don't smell like one. You smell different. Like... [ like yuu does, thanks to his contract with the demon in his sword. but it's also different. it makes mika tilt his head and narrow his eyes again. ] You're not a vampire. And you don't smell like someone with a demon contract. If you're not human, what are you?
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Nephilim. ( putting his hand on the handle of his seraph blade, strapped to his thigh, would seem a bit of an aggressive move, so he just crosses his arms instead. ) You? Vampire?
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But not a demon. [ his gaze slides away as he shifts his weight on his feet again. ] And yes. I'm another monster.
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but he's alec, so. short and curt is what you get. while alec has been in close proximity to vampires for a while now, and counts some as very close friends, he'll be wary of mika, just in case. his eyes are... different, so he must be a different kind of vampire than his friends or the ones he knows back home.
he doesn't really want to let that monster comment go unchallenged, but since he doesn't know mika at all, decides to take a different approach. ) You're not the only one here. Friend of mine is a vampire.
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but he's still wary. anyone who's friends with vampires... mika's not likely to trust. ]
Another? Who?
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His name's Rafa. Rafaello. ( and another, axel, who he misses often. ) Might be more, there were more before. You can probably go ask him about — ( tiny eyebrow twitch. he's making an effort, here. he doesn't like this topic since his return to xistentia. ) Feeding.
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"Jeez, dude-" she starts, a quip ready on her lips about how he's not even drunk or something to that effect, but it stops short because as soon as he touches her something rushes to the forefront of her mind. Something that Alec can see, too, she'll soon find out.
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"Rosie? You okay?"
He's still holding onto her arm. The memory wasn't a pleasant one, and rather than stand there in the rain while Rosie might be upset, he glances quickly around and finds a little bit of roof jutting out of a nearby wall, just enough for two people to take cover beneath. He pulls her along, gently, just wanting to get them both out of the rain before anything else. His heart is almost in his throat, a mixture of the memory of what Rosie was feeling, and a mixture of what he feels now for his friend.
"Was that... that was something that happened to you, wasn't it?"
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"Yeah," she finally answers, after taking a moment to come back to the present. There's a subtle shake her to her limbs that isn't just from the chill in the air the rain had brought. They're moving under a bit of cover now, away from the downpour she hadn't even realized was starting to soak her once he'd stumbled like that. "Yeah, I. Uhm. That was. It happened sometimes, if I stayed anywhere too long. I was lucky that time." There were worse encounters, times she thought she wouldn't escape as easily. She always managed to, somehow, but each encounter reminded her why she had to keep moving, why she couldn't settle down. Why she had such a hard time in Eudio, is having troubles still even here with committing.
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But it's not true anymore. He wants to be better. Their laws are unjust, and Shadowhunters become Circle members, and Circle members hunt people like Rosie and Magnus for sport. Alec won't stand up for that. Not anymore.
No longer standing in the rain, he lets go of Rosie's arm and runs a hand through his hair, flicking raindrops off his hand with a shake.
"I didn't know how it was. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel unsafe," he says, thinking of the beginning of them knowing each other, how he'd never been terribly rude but wasn't at his friendliest. It explains why she felt like Eudio wasn't a place she could slow down or settle down in, why she was so flighty. Living on the run constantly from people who disregarded you as a living person is... kind of inhumane.
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"I didn't tell you. That's kind of my whole deal, y'know, not telling people things." As he no doubt knows. He was one of the ones that dealt with the frustrating fall out of her trying to run away. She gives a little self-depreciating smile at that, but- "That's the reason though, actually. If I talked too much about myself or people found out what I really was, it usually wasn't long before hunters came around." A pause, as she considers something.
"You never made me feel unsafe, not really. But I guess I did worry sometimes that if you knew what I was, you'd like me less. That just seems to be the way it went back home." That isn't the case, of course, and she's glad for it. But it's still a worry with people she meets who don't know.
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For now, he nods, because it does explain her behavior, or at least puts it in a different context, one Alec understands.
"You protect yourself. And the people you meet," he says, remembering her telling him a bit about her world, too, how people she'd loved had died because they knew her. That's an unfair, cruel thing for anyone to believe when they're innocent and being hunted for no reason other than others fear them irrationally.
"I used to be like that. Not like — not like the people in your memory. But thinking less of someone because of what they were. It's how we were raised, Jace and I. But it's poison, and Eudio came a long way in showing me that. So did Magnus." Magnus has helped Rosie too. He must have recognized something in her just as he'd recognized something in Alec. Someone who was lost and lonely and just needed someone to say you're not alone. you deserve good things. Alec wants to help her, too.
"Hey. If someone comes after you... I'm here, okay?"
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'Didn't you know, Rose? Humans are more demonic than you and I could ever hope to be.'
"I'm glad. Gives me hope that not all of 'em are really that bad. Just the ones I ran into, I guess." She had almost believed Charlie. In times like these, she's glad she didn't let herself fall prey to his twisted mentality.
"But thanks, dude," she says, giving him an attempt at a smile. "It wasn't a problem in Eudio. It shouldn't be here. Besides, I. I'm pretty sure they got me, actually, in the end. Which was why I was in Eudio in the first place. I asked them to let me stay because I didn't have anywhere else to go. I'm... planning to head to Tamriel with Vanyel after this too since. I don't think there's a place for me back home anymore."
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"That sounds good. You'll be happier there," he says, touching her arm briefly. "People can change, but for a society to change it takes a long time. You should go where you'll be safe."
And alive, but that goes without saying. She might have hope not all of them were as bad as the hunters she encountered, but even Alec isn't quite as hopeful. A world where Downworlders can be hunted with no consequences... well, that's not that far from his reality, and it's one he wishes to change even knowing everyone above him in their hierarchy might be on their side.
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rain;
it's not exactly surprising they're running into him again. partly because they've had such delightful !! encounters in the past, and partly because-- rain is a little impairing for janus, when they aren't on mission high-alert. they have some harpy characteristics in them, and being desperate to get out of the water makes them a little clumsy, smacking into alec inelegantly now--
and the stuttering memory is strange perhaps— familiar in some ways. there's a youth standing tall in a dark and urban space.
alec is that youth. no; he inhabits the youth for this moment.
and below him— below them, writhes a creature that some might call a monster, horned and fanged, eyes glowing and jaws dripping with blood. the youth carries a sword in hand, and with one fluid stroke, with perfect balance, they fell the creature. a liquid squelch and cracking of bone, an animalistic gasp of air. it only takes an instant, and its life flees its body, leaving behind nothing but a carcass.]
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it does also mean he knows very little about them. he doesn't mind, doesn't need to know anything at all, but it makes the flash of memory as they bump into each other surprising. it's a situation he's intimately familiar with but that takes him aback, in part because of how not familiar it is at all. it's not his, and he's acutely aware that he's not himself, and that whatever he just killed isn't any sort of demon he's ever seen.
a chill goes through him at the strange sensation of being someone else, inhabiting someone, remembering a memory that isn't his own. )
Demon? ( it's all he can think to say, his voice sounding distant in his ears. a raindrop makes it's way into the back of his collar and rolls down the back of his neck, landing where his shirt is already soaked and sticking to his back. it's uncomfortable, and alec wants to get dry, but isn't about to ditch janus right where they stand. )
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it'd been one of the first missions they'd gone on, after coming back from mythian academy. and as the blood gutters at the tail end of the memory, there's
a terrible feeling of loss, like thirst or hunger, that had been slaked only for a moment by the adrenaline, the confidence of real expertise, the easy distraction of finding refuge in the familiar. but it's back now, after the sip of salt water. they try not to think of his name, and it's replaced instead by the inane and bitter question: would he have done better? which is— stupid, a waste of thought, of energy, of memory as the dying monster turns into a corpse. as if turning love into rivalry could fix a broken heart.]
We call it a ghoul. It used to be human, but something went wrong.
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then a drop of water runs down the side of his face and he lifts a hand to wipe it. as he does, he gets a glance at the ring on his finger, memories of combating that sort of thought, of overcoming heartbreak, returning to him. there are fresher memories of this sort of pain, but they've been bandaged as best he can and are healing all the same.
should he say something? they don't talk about these things, hardly talk at all, but he wants to sympathize. to convey he doesn't find it strange or bad at all to feel and think that way. )
We call them Forsaken, where I'm from.
( alec is distracted by the disconnect between their conversation and what's on his mind, what must be on theirs. it doesn't feel right to dance around it so blatantly. )
You okay? Wanna get out of the rain?
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The Citadel is only another block. [where people are gathering to exchange resources and advice, the ones who are more worried seeking shelter from the possibility of flooding as well. the city's bizarre, protective physics promote a great deal of confidence, at least, right up until one recalls the extent to which d.e.s.t.i.n.y. seems to be able to make things go horribly wrong. janus starts that way, and then they say,]
I'm sorry about that, [shoehorned in quick, and right before,] Forsaken by what?
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he walks with purpose, not avoiding puddles when it's already too late. his feet are soaked, even through his boots. hunching his shoulders, alec shoves his hands in his pockets. )
Their souls, I guess. ( and then, because he doesn't like the idea of this hovering between them weirdly, as much as he doesn't like the idea of breaking their quiet companionship by talking to janus more than he ever has: ) Don't worry about it. I'm the one that — ( saw something he shouldn't have? not quite. experienced something that wasn't his, for sure. it's uncomfortable. he would absolutely hate it if he was in janus' shoes, would feel too exposed and angry. the rain does little to dull the discomfort, the memory still right there, on the surface of everything. ) That was... private. I get it, though.
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—because they're past the point of pretense now, a little. forsaken by their souls-- that's interesting, and janus wants to turn the conversation back to that, but they're cognizant enough of their own #bullshit to realize half the impulse is anxious avoidance. and they know a thing or two about being brave. they squelch along, moving forward.] I probably shouldn't make a big deal out of it now. I was a kid, and everyone does stupid things when they're a kid.
[it sounds like someone else's words. a lot of people say things like that, about being a kid.]
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Maybe. Still something you lived, even if you were a kid. ( a hard thing to recognize, when looking back a lot of embarrassment and shame were attached. he's not about to tell janus everything he lived himself, but he does wish to convey he doesn't think anything worse of him for it. maybe he thinks it's time they talked a little. once in a while, maybe one out of three times they gravitate to their brand of silence together. that isn't such a bad thing, is it? )
I don't know if that means it was stupid. Just Young. ( words that maybe alec should listen to himself, honestly, but he'll think on that later. )
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