guardianofscotland
scotland the brave
|i could not be a traitor to edward. i was never his subject to begin with.| Independent Fate OC
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@safiirimaagi
For once, he had moved outside of Chaldea, to merely stand and watch the snow fall for once. In this moment, you could have mistaken this part of the world for a place he cared for so deeply, for mountains that were so familiar… and yet… and yet…
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch. Suddenly standing near him was… oh. Luvia. The one who always seemed ready for a fight, a Master he could see himself fighting with long into the day… why had she come out here as well?
Those eyes of yours… you looked like you were going to fade away here..
“…. I…” He was almost tempted. So tempted just to let it spill out.
“Does this imply I might be getting more visits from a beautiful Master like ya self? In which case, I might have ta keep l…” He could see it. She really had been worried, poor girl had rushed out after him.
“… ach, ya are a silly one… but kind hearted folks like you are who I died fer.” Taking off his jacket, he wraps it around her form before placing a very gentle kiss onto her forehead. “Come on, Luvia. Ya are gonna catch a cold out here lass. I’ll come back inside now, nothing more fer a man like me out here.” He offers her a gentle smile before allowing her to lead the way back inside.
#safiirimaagi#//i will aid you. that i can promise||Asks\\#//i can hear your cries... so tell me your woes||Ask memes\\#//hero's end||Saber\\
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✚ My muse carries yours due to an injury. [How is a girl who's like 5'4'' carrying a guy over six feet tall? Don't worry about it.]
@grandordergirl
“Ha…” The Saber finally opens his eyes once more. Everything was crying out in pain. Hero’s End. The Noble Phantasm that called out those friends that he loved so much, and watching them die once more… and yet it had been his sacrifice play, to protect his Master. And yet now, here she dragged his big dumb body back towards the base… and was the hint of a tear in her eye.
“Stupid girl.” Even with his body aching, he moves and picks up the poor girl, moving her onto a piggy back now. “I am not about ta let you do that much fer me. Besides, what kind of a hero would I be ta be carried back?… and ya deserve this much. I was ready ta die there…”
“So lets go back together, Cana! Let us show those bastards back home how fuckin’ cool we fuckin’ are!” Letting out a cheer, the Saber almost loses his balance for a second before looking up to his Master with a grin. “… hero Cana with her knight Wallace! We will become new legends!”
#grandordergirl#//i will aid you. that i can promise||Asks\\#//i can hear your cries... so tell me your woes||Ask memes\\#//hero's end||Saber\\
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✚ My muse carries yours due to an injury.
@maljefe
“…y-ya know, Loni… ya really didn’t need ta carry m… okay fuck that hurts.” Stupid dumbass Saber had charged into the deep of it all, gotten badly bruised and bloodied… and yet was now arguing that he should not be carried. Well… she was a strong one… a real strong one… damn actually, she was probably stronger then he was.
“Oh well, time ta stop arguing over the inevitable I suppose. I do owe ya fer this one though, lass. And I fully expect ya ta cash out on it sometime in tha near future.” The Saber lets out a chuckle before settling back down for a moment.
This… this was actually quite comfortable, even with all of the pain.
“Heh, keep this up and I might actually get use ta this, Loni! Maybe I should be calling ya mah knight!” He was having fun, ignoring the burning pain of his body.
#maljefe#//i will aid you. that i can promise||Asks\\#//i can hear your cries... so tell me your woes||Ask memes\\#//hero's end||Saber\\
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SEND A SYMBOL FOR…
Our muses to be caught in one of these situational tropes! (These work well for ships, but could be used for all kinds of characters.
��� Our muses huddle together to stay warm.
☽ Our muses having no choice but to share a bed.
✚ My muse carries yours due to an injury.
☂ Our muses get caught in the rain together.
☃ My muse gives yours their jacket in the cold.
♡ Our muses almost kiss, but are interrupted.
☹ My muse is jealous over someone else showing interest in yours.
✦ My muse bandages yours due to an injury.
✗ My muse confesses their love to yours as they die in their arms.
✓ Our muses share a hug after being separated for a long time.
△ My muse shows up outside your muse’s door after being presumed dead.
❖ My muse accidentally falls asleep against yours.
⁕ Our muses hold hands for the first time.
⎔ Our muses say goodbye to each other for the last time.
⚑ Our muses are mistaken to be a couple by someone else.
♧ Our muses see each other in formal wear for the first time.
⚠ My muse sacrifices themselves for yours.
⎈ My character pins yours to the ground while fighting/sparring.
#//i can hear your cries... so tell me your woes||Ask memes\\#//even after i am gone...||Out of Character\\
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dunscaiith:
ᚫᛏᛈᛋᛚᛟ ᛫ The man was taking quite a bit of time. Cu Chulainn had crossed those waters in a single bound, the famous Salmon Leap — but William Wallace was not descended from the gods… and he chose to swim the treacherous water. A rare move. Most men choose first to try their hand with the string, thinking they can climb across and evade the deadly depths below only to slip off and fall to their deaths, but he decided to ignore the string entirely. Scathach had watched William Wallace battle the surf from the shore for an hour or so before growing bored. She departed the shore of Dun Scaith to retreat into her castle, watching him struggle from a scrying bowl instead.
The Witch hovered over the bowl, her scarlet eyes peering into the still water while sitting on her favorite wooden chair in her tower, patient and analyzing him. Choosing to dive straight into the water and use strength rather than wit or a special skill to reach her island was a bold choice… He’d be exhausted now. The knight only had to cross a quarter of a mile of water, but the dangerous waves and rocks made a successful crossing nearly impossible; it was not outlandish that it should take him half a day. When he began to climb out of the surf, covered in blood and looking halfway dead, the Witch vanished from her castle and reappeared in the wilderness, just beyond the sight of him, sitting on a tree branch as she often did.
William Wallace, now that he was on the island, should notice that this was no simple island. A remarkable sense of dread and terror filled any who stepped foot here, the atmosphere tainted by the Otherworld maintained beyond the Gate. Those weak of will would be driven to madness or depression from it quickly. It was perhaps what made Scathach herself so belligerent. The landscape was incredibly dark despite being full daytime, the sun hidden behind impossibly thick clouds, no more than a lighter area of the cloud cover than otherwise. Shadows and darkness ruled here, and the scent of death and pine were powerful. It was a macabre land. A haunted land.
Scathach tilted her head slightly as he yelled to her. It was good of him to make it there, but not quite a feat in itself. Many boys and men made it to the island and never really began their training. His next task was to find her. To make eye contact with her… and Scathach was a hard woman to catch.
Fading herself into a shadow, she remained where she was, waiting to watch what he would do. If he came anywhere near her, she would remain invisible and leap away, through the trees, branch by branch. Finding the Witch would not be his only problem. He was in the land of the dead now. There were monsters and spirits afoot here… and they loved to consume the living. And his prey herself, Scathach, would not be amiss to suddenly attack or throw spears at him. William Wallace was in for a terrifying few days, weeks, months, or years. However long it took him.
Ah, it was good that he had his s...
shit. He didn’t. All he had left was... his body and the clothing on it.
Well there was the dagger he had on him, not his weapon of choice of course. But when it was that or punching things to death, he would take the sharpest object he could get his hands on... now then... to find his new teacher. Attempting to take a step forward reveals to Wallace the kind of state his body is in now, brutal and battered.... mulling it over to himself, he decides to take a more practical approach to all of this.
It takes time, and a lot of hiding, but eventually he creates a very basic shelter. A fire, some form of bed, and using the dagger he is able to make some form of spear..... yes. Keep his mind off of the fact his people were probably dying right now. He was going to die here after all, he was going to fai...
no.
stop that.
he was... he was...
Shaking his head, the Guardian once again finds these thoughts hounding him.
No friends.
No allies.
No sword.
Just his mind, his wits, and his will to survive... one that was slowly fading.
“She wasn’t lying ta me at least...” So far he had been lucky, avoiding the beasts of this place... how long would that luck last for though... damn it all.
Now that he had a place to rest.... the man took it on himself to actually rest for once. Closing his eyes, Wallace does his best to fight against the overwhelming dread... and does his best to fall into a somewhat comfortable sleep.
Without rest his body would fail, and his mind would follow soon after.
He can do this.
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dunscaiith:
ᚫᛏᛈᛋᛚᛟ ᛫ Teacher. How very long it has been since anyone called her that.
Scathach knew now was not the time to get sentimental. If anything, now that he was to be her student, she had to be harsher on him than anything imaginable. She had to be cold and cruel. He would come close to death during this training and if she coddled him, he’d never make it out alive. The monsters and spirits of the haunted grounds would not go easy on him — the Witch could be no different.
The second his hand grasped hers, she shrouded herself and him in shadow, the Witch teleporting the pair through space. In a second, their feet hit the ground hard and the darkness around them faded.
Rough waters crashed onto sharp rocks beneath them in the surf, the two standing at the edge of a high cliff. In the distance over the water, about a quarter of a mile away, her island stood. Dark and dreary, heavily forested, no one could possibly see the horrors that lay within the interior. A string connected the island to the mainland, no bigger than a strand of hair, and was greased down.
“Get to my island and find me… only then may you can begin training,” said the Witch, suddenly vanishing into a shadow before that shadow, too, disappeared.
“I will find ya... Teacher. Just ya wait.” As she vanished, the Guardian lets out a drawn out sigh. This was going to be tough... but then anything worth doing was rarely easy, was it? Staring at the sight in front of him, Wallace mentally prepared himself... before...
“LETS FUCKING DO THIS!” Jumping in, Wallace swam with all of his might...
Finally arriving on the shore of the island, the form of a man finally walked up... around about half a day later. He had managed to rest a couple of times due to some large rocky outcroppings.. but his body was already exhausted. He could feel the blood that now coated his form, even with the sea water that had washed a lot of it away... so much now clung to him, refusing to let go.
Looking up towards the island in front of him, the warrior called out.
“Oi! Teacher! I fucking made it!”
#dunscaiith#//i am no traitor. not to him. not ever.||Historical\\#/OOC goes from perfectly fine to near dead from one little swim
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dunscaiith:
ᚫᛏᛈᛋᛚᛟ ᛫ Scathach’s eyes were the only things that turned down to look at him when he prostrated himself before her, her chin raised in pride. She could tell immediately that he was going to beg to be trained. Although getting on his hands and knees were not necessary at all, the Witch appreciated it. Men these days considered themselves so highly; it was nice to know that at least one of them knew their place.
If she were to train him… and he survive… and be released back to Scotland, Scathach had no doubts at all that Scotland would succeed in their rebellion, become their own independent nation without the shackles of England, and the rest of history were be altered from what it would be without her interference. If he started her training and died… Scotland would remain as it is now, subject to that English King… King Edward, was his name? Scathach lived by her own rules; it wasn’t as though she wasn’t permitted to change history, but… She was hesitant. It had been so long since her last student…
Nevertheless… William Wallace almost impressed her with his grit. She had already told him that he would die in her training and he still wanted to start? That took far more guts than anyone else of his era.
“William Wallace… Stand,” she commanded, her tone suddenly very serious. “I will train you. It will be difficult beyond what you can possibly imagine.”
“Take my hand…,” continued the Witch, holding out her hand, palm up, for him to take. “I will bring you to the shores of Dun Scaith.”
Standing now, his face remains stalwart.
“Thank ya, teacher. I know what might happen but... I gotta do this. Fer everyone and fer myself.” This woman was powerful, far more then she was letting on with just her words, even from here this man could feel that. That overwhelming power from her.... he needed to push forward. To become this woman’s pupil and to learn everything that he could about her power.
He could do this. Even with the lurking threat of death over his head... he could do this.
Deep breaths follow before the Guardian is finally able to take his teacher’s hand. Even with psyching himself up, the fear of death was still one that shocked him down to his very core. Death wasn’t a subject he had placed a lot of thought into at this point, he could almost fool himself into thinking he would live forever.... and yet here he was.
Even as his hand touches hers... he still feels that fear.
Fer Andrew.
Fer Bruce.
Fer myself.
Fer Scotland.
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dunscaiith:
ᚫᛏᛈᛋᛚᛟ ᛫ “…” His request fell heavy on her ears. It had been around seven hundred years since she had last had a student graduate her training, around six hundred years since the last student failed her. She was interested in him, certainly, but… men weren’t made the way they used to be. Today was so far removed from the Age of Gods that no divinity coursed in any man’s veins anymore. Such strength would be necessary to pass her training. An ordinary mortal man, like William Wallace, would never make it past the first stage of her training… He would die, without question.
And then again… He was destined to fail. William Wallace, as she Saw it, would never become a great hero. A hero, yes, but not a great hero… If he succeeded in his rebellions, though… perhaps he could be a great hero… And perhaps she could contribute one more hero to the world… Return him to Scotland an absolute monster… like she had done with her favorite student… Ah… but such ideations were foolishness… No modern man could complete her training.
Eventually, the Witch sighed.
“You are fated to become a hero, William Wallace… just not a great hero. If I were to train you… you would become a great hero, a savior. A legend. However… I cannot train you. No man alive today can survive my training. You will die if you try.”
If he didn’t know who she was, perhaps he might think she was an ordinary teacher. He had no idea about Dun Scaith, about the terrors that roamed in the dark. He had no idea how many men stronger than he had died in her training. He didn’t know he was talking to someone who had somehow escaped death, no more than a ghost herself. Her warnings perhaps sounded strange to him.
He refused.
This woman was clearly something beyond what he had first thought... this was the promise at a power that before he had merely just thought was possible.
He needed this... to help Scotland... to strike down Edward... he needed to become a hero worthy of Scotland, of his brothers.
“Scathach.” With a deep sigh, the Guardian gets down on all fours and prostrates in front of this woman.
This is a chance.
A chance he cannot allow to slip through his fingers.
“... so many have died fer this cause already. Brothers, sons.... fathers...” Wallace’s teeth grit in anger at these words. “I cannie allow them to have died fer nothing! They suffered, bled and fell fer what I told them was our goal! Ta take our home for ourselves! Ta win the war and finally achieve something we could have done!” Deep in his heart, he believed they could win this war... but if he could become even more powerful, that hope might become something even greater.
“If I die in this training, then I wasn’t worthy of that title in tha first place! Let me try, at the very least! I wanna...”
say it
“... I wanna be a great hero of Scotland!”
Any price. Any battle. Any soul.
Any of it to make sure he was able to win.
#dunscaiith#//i am no traitor. not to him. not ever.||Historical\\#/OOC hope scathy is ready for wallace to annoy the shit out of her until she says yes
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dunscaiith:
ᚫᛏᛈᛋᛚᛟ ᛫ Scathach appreciated his chivalrous ways, and she tilted her head very slightly in curiosity when he began to walk towards her. After her demonstrations, she was surprised at his bravery. Should a shadow-cloaked woman appear in the dark forest to any other man with immediate violence and magic apparent, she would expect that man to run away. William Wallace, though ordinary, wasn’t like others, though. He had courage. An ordinary sort of courage, but courage nonetheless. He would never be a great hero… but he was certainly as good a man as there was in this era.
“I don’t involve myself in the troubles of men,” she said, in answer to the question of her being on good terms. What the English and the Scottish did among themselves didn’t involve her. She was from the Isle of Skye and was therefore Scottish, but she had been claimed by another plane of existence long ago. She had a higher calling than that of ordinary people. Rather than playing any role on the chessboard of the politics of Scotland and England, she had removed herself off the board entirely long ago. Still, he wanted her name, and she had been rude to not answer him directly.
“My name is Scathach,” she finished… waiting to see if he knew the name. She doubted it. She was arrogant and knew that the most educated would know her name if they ventured into history and mythology, but… William Wallace knowing who she was would be a toss up. She took a breath and continued, “I am a teacher of warriors and heroes.”
Her life as the guardian of the Gate to the Otherworld didn’t need to be mentioned.
“Well then, ya are a wise woman.” Even he knew how much trouble men could be, being of them himself. They cared so much about their pride and honor that sometimes they were blind to the rest of the world.... and he was no different. However he didn’t mind that fact about himself, after all... that was why he was standing here today, blade at his back.
And now she claimed a name that caused his body to shift slightly.
It sounded.... familiar for some reason.
Maybe he had overhead it in some old wife’s tale?
Seemed like more and more people were being named after legends now days.
A teacher however... that piqued his interest. If this woman was a teacher... then perhaps he could receive some of that teaching, perhaps she could help him become stronger... to aid his people to victory.
“Ya are a teacher... then I can I ask ya something?” Worth a shot... even if she said no...
“If ya said ya can teach heroes... can ya make me into one? A hero? Worthy of the title I have had placed upon mah shoulders? I wanna live up ta the Guardian of Scotland.” A hero worthy of the people... that sounded better then anything.
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aestus:SO THESE BLOGS STILL EXISTS!!!!
so i am going to try and be more active again
that means i am going to drop all of my old threads
unless peeps wanna keep it going, so please say
otherwise… it’s good to be back!
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marieantoinettc:
Was it something she said? Truth be told, she had disliked how isolated the Court had made her feel, so she had made it a point to try and talk to others as if she wasn’t their monarch. It didn’t always work, her subjects often shying away from her, eyes darting around as if they wished to be elsewhere.
“I too would love to see what my beloved country has become. I would love to know how they see me now…if I am still a disgrace to them.” Her words are heavy but her bubbly personality remains, only falling when she hears of his demise.
“I’m so sorry…but you were brave to stand for what you believed in. I admire you for that.”
The Saber pauses now, seeing and hearing the woman’s change. He isn’t the smartest man ever, even more so when it comes to women, but he knows when someone has changed. When the burden of the world feels far too heavy on their shoulders, their body crumbling under the weight. Wallace pauses for a moment now, his gaze moving from her.
“... even if they think that of ya self, it’s clear ta see that you loved France. Just from ya words.” The Saber places a hand on her shoulder now, having to crouch down slightly to do so. “Don’t forget that there are those who remember ya differently Rider.”
Then comes the comment of himself, which does cause a smirk across his lips. “Heh. I was just a man who loved his country.”
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For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie.
#//i can hear your cries... so tell me your woes||Ask memes\\#//even after i am gone...||Out of Character\\
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dunscaiith:
ᚫᛏᛈᛋᛚᛟ ᛫ The mask vanished from her face, dropping away like a shadow into nothing, wisps of black smoke. “Do not tell me you’d be so gentle with an English spy, William Wallace.”
That would disappoint her.
She didn’t waste time looking at his bow. An arrow fired from an ordinary weapon by an ordinary man could easily be caught in her hand. Life was so boring these centuries, the people so ordinary… As he may notice, her accent in speaking was similar to his own — she wasn’t English — but neither was she necessarily the same sort of Scottish as he was. Her inflections and tones were different, ancient, of a time long past but still intelligible.
The crimson spear that was buried into the buck’s torso suddenly vanished from sight.
Her name should mean nothing to him. Scathach used to be rather famous but students had stopped coming to her for training around six hundred years prior. She was a name lost to mythology and history at this point, perhaps even a woman who never really existed. Maybe he was educated enough to have come across her name in a dusty old tome, but for now, she assumed he would not know who she was.
“… but I do wonder if you’d so readily kill a woman when you don’t know anything about her.”
She was beautiful, that much he could tell from the moment he laid eyes on her. Was it wrong to feel such strong fear and yet such beauty from someone, did it make him a foolish man? “Heh, well I am not tha kind of mind ta kill before figuring out who I am talking to.” She spoke his name, which at the very least meant she knew who he was. Interesting, and yet she didn’t try to take his head. If she was part of the English lines, she would have killed for such a moment.
Her tongue though, it graced his ears in a similar way to his brother’s and sister’s words did... while it was different, she was a kinsman of his home. Nodding to himself for a moment, the knight allows the tension behind the bow to fade, putting it back down to his side. After all, the pair of them were at somewhat of an impasse... and with the way that spear vanished like that, it was clear she was on a different level to himself.
“... I would rather not bring harm ta a woman at all, and ya are right I don’t even know ya name, and yet you know mine.” Wallace walks towards her now, not flinching for a moment. “Then may ya do the honor of allowing me ta hear ya name? I would rather have someone like you on good terms with me, and not standing against mahself.” If she could fire another one of those spears at him... could he even dodge it?
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marieantoinettc:
“Now, now. You needn’t have formalities here, Saber.” Kindly smiling at the man, Marie clasped her hands in front of her, waiting for him to raise his head. He spoke of how her beloved France had come to his in its time for need and nodded, happy to hear of tales before her time.
“That was long before I was alive, I am afraid. Yet even so, your thanks are appreciated. As for your offer, why not tell me more about yourself, monsieur? You see, I never did get to study France’s history before my ascension to the throne..” or at all actually. She had been a terrible student, the sting of her tutors lash still fresh on her mind. “And I would love to hear it from your perspective.”
The Saber raises his head, rather taken back for a moment. Had she not been a queen? And yet she talked to him like they were equals... he had not expected this. Maybe just a brief conversation before moving on, but not this. Standing up now, Wallace gives her a smile before replying.
“Ya wanna know more about mah self? Well... I was a freedom fighter against Edward tha First, but the fighting ultimately cost me mah life. As fer France... it was like stepping inta a different world. Everyone was so welcoming and gave me such hospitality.” His smile does not fade, Scotland was his home, but France was not something to forget. “I would love ta see it again someday, a place where the drink was as fine as the company you could keep.”
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aestus: in light of the blog “revamp” basically, here’s a uncapped starter for this boi and all of his verses! please say which one you want, or you are going to just get saber
#/OOC still accepting for this ouob.#//even after i am gone...||Out of Character\\#//rally behind me.. let us protect what we hold dear!||Starter Call\\
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@marieantoinettc
“Rider.” His voice sounds somewhat more calm then the normal Saber, his eyes closed as he moves towards her now, giving her a large bow very suddenly. After all, she at one point had been a French monarch, and he still owed a great debt to that country.
“Mah name is William Wallace, Saber, and I wish ta thank ya fer the men and women of ya country. They helped ta stand against the tide when mah will had been shattered, and I wanted ta thank ya fer that.” His eyes now open now, staring at her face with almost a sadness there.
“I know it is not much, but I want ya ta know after all these years, I have not forgotten that kindness they did fer me. I would like ta aid ya and your kin however possible.”
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"Truth... Tell me something embarrassing about yourself you haven't told me yet...," smiled Mata, pushing her fingers through his as she laid on his chest, expression warm.
@matahcri
Embarrassing? That could take many forms.
He could tell her about the first time he fought Andrew, and was completely and utterly ruined by his skill and prowess with a blade.
He could describe the moment that he realized that he had wandered into a group of women bathing, his men had mocked him that day.
Or he could… he could say how he had never felt like this before? With anyone?
A incomprehensible warmth that consumed his mind and feelings, the feeling of wanting to protect overwhelming everything else in a flash of wants and needs.
“… I wouldn’t mind starting a family with you.” He wraps his arms around her tightly now, hoping that this wouldn’t scare her off. Ah… such honesty from the center of his being, a wish unspoken for many years.
A small sigh passes his lips now, not wanting this closeness to end.
#matahcri#//i will aid you. that i can promise||Asks\\#//i can hear your cries... so tell me your woes||Ask memes\\#||We are the same you run in my veins||Mata Hari||#//hero's end||Saber\\#/OOC late reply is v late
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