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‘Four weeks and a few hours, give or take.’

‘And I didn’t kill a single person!’ The wonders of chokeholds.

tamamoral:

“What point is there in pointlessly throwing your life away? But if it was for my master’s sake, I would gladly subject myself to swords, arrows, hell fire and cruses.“

‘You sorta answered your own question there. Whether or not something has a point is entirely up to the one dying.’

#inchara #tamamoral #tamamo 001

snackleader

Weak Point | bellum pt. 2 w/ panzerjagd

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abyssalfated:

She wanted to laugh. She would have laughed if it would not have been horribly rude. Riful was many things, but she did try to be polite. Laughing at someone losing a leg would be pretty rude, and given she was decently injured, laughing seemed like a bad idea.

“I know. I can still fight, if I push it. But an injury like this isn’t good to ignore. With my luck, I’d end up surrounded and unable to get away because I ignored this. If push comes to shove, I can play defensive.”

She had decent durability, not because she was hard to injure, but because she could circulate her yoki through her injuries enough to make them function with missing parts. Additionally, she could force injuries to close by moving the organs and skin around on her boy. Being half shapeshifter was handy from time to time.

She straightened herself, folding her legs and focusing her full attention in properly healing the wound. She pulling the skin tight around it and minimized the blood loss. This took too much effort to do in the heat of battle, but it was hold unless she got knocked out. Plus it made it easier to heal. Ten minutes should be enough to get her back on her feet.

“Can you reattach your leg or do you need to grow a new one?” Maybe she should consider not all Servants can do that. “I’m assuming your Master isn’t around to heal you. Mine either. I’d rather she not be, though. You’re right, they are much more dangerous now. Anyway, since we’re stuck on the sidelines to heal, I suppose introductions are only fair.”

Riful gave him a small nod. “Call me Renee. It’s not my True Name, or my Class, but it works for the time being. And yourself? If you’re feeling shy, I don’t mind if you use your Class.”

‘Reattach?’ He spoke like the very idea of it scared him, then after a moment something lit up in his head as he stuck the end of his nub onto the dismembered limb, brushing off some mud in doing so. ‘Like this? The thought never occurred to me. Never really had the chance to even try.’ Surprisingly, it worked its magic. The doctor in him was screaming to do this via a proper procedure, though that might have just been the pain of nerves reattaching. His vision was becoming hazy, partially due to tears welling up in his eyes. But after that, his leg was back to normal, though his pants were on their way to being shorts at this point.

‘I shouldn’t be so surprised that it worked,’ he said. ‘You learn something new every day. I’ll have to be more conservative with leaving parts of me behind, now.’ As far as introductions went, he wasn’t one to make himself known the world. Given the nature of his history, it’s not something he would want anyone to know the truth of. He wouldn’t go as far as calling himself shy, but maybe it would make for a decent excuse. ‘Rider is fine.’ He said this with a tone of voice that seemed to confirm her assumptions. ‘Quite odd to pick a name for yourself like that, but I’m hardly in a place to judge. Hell, I should be grateful, if it weren’t for your suggestion I’d still be cringing in agony over there. Come to think of it, why was that the first thing to come to your mind?’

#inchara #abyssalfated #riful 001

snackleader

Weak Point | bellum pt. 2 w/ panzerjagd

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abyssalfated:

Fighting someone leagues weaker than yourself was so restricting. It was much like being in a dream where your mind and false body moved at different speeds. You wanted so badly to move faster, but everything was so slow and precise. It exhausted you, even if you were not expending very much energy. In the end Riful kind of hated this fight for that.

She had been about to fall asleep in pure boredom when suddenly things took a turn for the worse/more interesting. A blow that would have been fatal had been blocked. She mental checked the area. No, this wasn’t due to someone else messing with her parameters. This was the knights themselves. They’d gotten much stronger. Stronger, and smarter. She hadn’t realized that one of the weaker ones was circling around her while she fought one of the heavily armored ones. With its weak aura, she barely noticed before it managed to dig its blade into her back.

It clipped her spine, but that wasn’t fatal or damaging enough to incapacitate her. She reinforced it with her yoki. It would need a few minutes to heal for real, but this gave her the maneuverability to escape before it was too late. Taking advantage of her A++ agility stat for a moment, she flung herself off to the nearest source of power. That would have to be a real Servant, right? Technically, that made them an ally.

Moving like this irritated her injury, causing the bleeding to increase, soaking her back and hair in it. What a pain. This distraction did not lead to a good landing, and she skidded awkwardly by the other Servant.

“Sorry for the trouble,” she managed. Darn, her yoki was not keeping up with this injury. She was already slowing down. “Could I ask for a little help while I heal? It won’t be long.”

@panzerjagd

‘It’s no trouble at all,’ Rider shrugged off her worries with no hesitation at all. ‘Take your time. Those knights might have other ideas, though. Just saying.’ Obvious aside, he had already stood up and began brushing himself off long before this girl had made her request. Only thing left to do was finish the gruel he had been snacking on, and that was easily accomplished. The empty wooden bowl then made a dull clang as it flew against the helmet of a nearby warrior. ‘You should be fine,’ he noted, leaping towards his target and flipping him upside down before he even finished talking. ‘Unless your head or heart’s gone bust, you’ll be good in no time.’ Unlike himself. His left leg suddenly became dismembered below the knee. The knight he had so quickly considered knocked out had more guts than Rider had initially suspected, enough to swing a sword while crumpled on the ground. His first response was to kick the guy in the face, but while it worked to incapacitate him, Rider himself unsurprisingly managed to fall over and land in the muck. Not the best display of heroics.

‘Why’s it always gotta be the left leg,’ he groaned, stifling tears as he hobbled to where he was sitting before, caked now in a layer of mud and blood. ‘Looks like we’re both a mess. Can you move all right now? Seems to me like they’re getting stronger. You should keep an eye out, girl. What should I call you, anyway? It’s tough to rely on someone who you hardly know.’

#inchara #abyssalfated #riful 001

dedicatedsister:

● ● ● ● @panzerjagd

To say the least, Camilla was startled by the sudden appearance of a kid rushing head first onto her Wyverns back. She could tell there was no means to fend or kill it, rather from his grumbling and annoyance he was angered by something. She steps forward, moving away from the store she was about to purchase new clothing at. Camilla herself was dressed more moderately. A charming summer dress and hat to match with it.

❝ I can’t say I want to intervene. It’s not every day you find someone willfully riding a Wyvern that is not there’s. Further from that, your skill at staying mounted is impeccable. Ah, do you have means to kill her… Or? ❞ Camilla’s last statement was said with much respite, as if at any moment if the other mentioned as much she’d hasten to go killing the boy herself. Though she was still fundamentally charmed by him, and impressed by how he managed to continue to stay mounted despite Marzia’s wishes.

‘I really wish you would, just so you know!’ Though he said that, it would make things much easier if he could just focus on pacifying the beast entirely. He shut himself up for a bit while tucking his knees inward and applying some pressure to its shoulders. Clinging on now not for dear life, but to break the lizard’s will instead, Eren began chiding it with each whip of its neck, each motion becoming slowly steadier and less ferocious every passing second. ‘Got you now,’ he groaned under his breath. ‘Whoa there.’ With a whip of its wings it nearly threatened to send them both flying, but he pushed forward on its neck with both hands intuitively, and the movements came to a complete halt. Besides shaking its behind, the wyvern -- that’s what she called it, right? -- seemed passive and controllable. Still didn’t make up for putting his car out of commission, which was clear in the fussy tone of Eren’s voice. ‘See,’ he said, sarcasm thick in his throat. ‘We’re friends now.’

Eren scowled with a mixture of quite pride at his accomplishment and destitution from having had to deal with this in the first place. No amount of sweet words could talk him out of being rightfully butt-bothered over that much. ‘Well, looks like you didn’t have to get involved. Lucky you.’ He pushed the drake forward a few paces, stopped, and rubbed the thing’s neck for a bit, the same way he would a horse. ‘What the hell is this thing doing just flying around, loose? It doesn’t even have a saddle. I feel like my ass got sent to pound town already.’

#inchara #dedicatedsister #camilla 001 #this is a bad dragon

Does anyone want an event starter? Just like. No cap.

#fsl rp ad #fsl event

‘Hm.’ Sat down on a log in the middle of all the fighting, he spooned some soup he’d found lying around into his mouth. It washes the inside of his mouth for a bit before he swallows it with a very satisfied expression. Then he nods.

‘This fucking sucks.’

#fsl mini

His engine was busted. His heart, too. His beloved shitbox of a car had taken some damage, and it was all up to him to get the thing back home without issue. That last part was the biggest problem at the moment. There were, in fact, quite a lot of issues. First of all, the engine wouldn’t start running. Maybe the battery was shot. He couldn’t really tell. The problem wasn’t going to be solved in the first place until he got back home, so it was around five minutes after groaning over his losses that he flexed his legs and started pushing. Of course, given the strength of a Servant, it wasn’t much of an issue to keep pace with the rest of the traffic. It was a fairly slow area, after all, the only problem was trying to “brake” after speeding up too much. By the time he seriously needed stop, his boots had nearly nothing left for soles. Luckily enough for him, he had come to a halt just before he ran over what looked like some weirdo teenager. In an attempt to amend the situation with his would-be victim, he came around to the front after checking that there weren’t any cars waiting behind him, and waved in a clearly forced manner, hardly befitting someone who just barely avoided an awful crime.

‘Whoa there. Did not mean to do,’ he said this while gesturing towards the front of his car. ‘That. Sorry. Did I scare you? Really didn’t mean to. It’s not like this when I can see what’s up ahead. Pushing from behind doesn’t really make for safe steering, and all.’

@queenofdesbear

#inchara #queenofdesbear #this is like two weeks late; forgive me

‘What -- the hell.’

Grabbing a bite to eat was never meant to come at the cost of his car. It wasn’t quite something he’d call beloved yet, but the damn thing was a magnificent piece of decades-old machinery. He’d have been heartless if he hadn’t felt a thing upon seeing the front end of the car being made into some beast’s bed. The flush metal of the hood had been practically made into scrap paper by its weight -- Eren would have been surprised if the engine hadn’t been damaged by this -- and within the crater was tucked something he could only have described as: ‘You overgrown lizard,’ He groaned, tossing aside his lunch as he hopped on the thing’s back and wrapping his arms around its neck. ‘I swear, I’m gonna -- AAH!’ It started to flail, having been roused from its sleep. Eren struggled to maintain his position on its back, but years of experience with horses proved their worth and he stayed clinched onto its back. A short distance away, Eren spotted what he could only have assumed was this damned lizard’s owner, and with a growl in his voice, he called out to them. ‘Is this thing yours?! Tell it to calm the hell down!’

@dedicatedsister

#inchara #dedicatedsister #like a week and then some later #maybe two weeks #woops

‘War is bad.’

executioneroftruth:

It was strange, to already have something in common with a human, something that they actually might agree on. From all of her hypotheses and research, stories from 9S and archives she had read, humans seemed to be much more frivolous than they let on. After all, if they could fight themselves, why would they have made YoRHa in the first place? Fear? Perhaps they just weren’t strong enough. Maybe they just didn’t have enough time. Either way, they were here now, and it seemed that some of them lived the same soldier lifestyle that 2B did. But the fact that he didn’t know what she was… Were humans never aware of YoRHa?

“Of course. I was created to be a soldier.” She looked back at him with what would be confusion, if her eyes were visible. Instead, the only sign of change in expression was the slight wrinkling of her nose. “I am a Battle type. 2B. Could you not tell?”

She was beginning to think that this person was never from Earth to begin with. Just what kind of place did he live before coming to Utopia– or perhaps he had always lived here? There was too much to process, even for 2B. Perhaps her Pod knew more, but the machine stayed silent for the time being, simply hovering beside 2B. In reply to the others words, she could only give a curt hum. A sham? He didn’t know what he was fighting for? It bordered both sad and pathetic. How could a soldier not know what they were fighting for?

“If you didn’t know what to fight for…” She paused, deciding if she should actually ask. It was almost too personal. It nagged at her. “What purpose did you find afterward?”

If she was unaware how a person could live his life the way he had described, then he was doubly unaware what the hell she could have meant by “created to be a soldier” and whatever else a “Battle type” could be. “2B” didn’t ring any immediate bells, either, though he was sure if he focused hard enough he could get an idea of what it all meant. He assumed she was giving him an incredibly out-of-order introduction, from the tone of her voice. Should he have given her a reply? While thinking of how to respond, he merely shook his head as if to tell her, ‘no, I couldn’t tell a damn thing,’ all while listening quietly to her question. It was quite a troublesome one, enough to wipe the loose expression off his face.

The somber look only lasted a second before it was replaced by a similar air from earlier. He sobered up only to immediately fall back on his earlier lackadaisical attitude. Whether that was from an impassioned disappointment in the turn of events taking place, or the lack of passion entirely, he was trying to keep his distance at the moment. ‘Well, that I can’t quite say,’ he replied, in an almost joking tone. Not like he could talk about himself in front of a stranger, much less a stranger in a crowd. ‘For now, let’s just say it’s a secret. I’ll tell you this much, at least: try not to think too hard about it. It’s for your own good.’ If she was anything like him, she could probably take the hint. He would have much rather she didn’t ask him such an oddly specific and disconcerting question. It wasn’t the sort of thing he liked being put on the spot for. In any case, he wanted to move the talk along for no other reason than that. ‘Judging from that sword of yours -- Saber? That’s what you must be designated as, right?’ He made a guess with uncertainty clear in his voice. ‘Though it might not be immediately obvious, I’m just one of the Rider class, though I can’t say I’ve met many...or any, actually.’

#inchara #executioneroftruth #2B 001

executioneroftruth:

Apparently she had shown up at the right time. YoRHa was out of commission now that the Bunker was down, and somehow 2B found herself completely repaired and thrust into a different city in the midst of a different war. She was built to be a soldier… So she supposed that this was her new objective. Keeping humans safe on the Moon (laughable) was her objective as a Battle Unit on Earth, so protecting humans in Utopia would be her new mission. Her lips were parted, ready to ask her Pod the same, when a snickering came from beside her.

A human, she assumed, seemed to find the speech entertaining while others stared on in a mix of horror, determination or even boredom. His reaction was an anomaly. What was so laughable about war anyhow? 2B turned her head and watched the young man in silence until she was noticed. Still, she offered nothing in the way of conversation.

The stranger instead offered an explanation for his actions. They made a great amount of sense to her, but nothing about it seemed funny. Instead, it was almost sickening. Her thoughts immediately wandered to Pascal and his peaceful village, the enemies who… weren’t their enemies.

“Understandable.” 2B finally said, looking back up to where everyone else stared, the speech going on. “But there is nothing amusing about it. To ‘fight the whole world’ is simply a more gentle way of saying genocide.” Her lips twitched into a slightly deeper frown, is that what she was a part of? A genocide, a purging of machines? Yes. Why was she so ready to do it again?

“I assume you are a soldier as well. Or were.”

‘Wouldn’t I know it.’ His head tilted back and he stared blankly into the sky with something of a smile on his face. An all too common gesture where he came from. He couldn’t help it, having heard her thoughts aloud. It really was taking all he could manage to not break out into a fit of obscene, miserable laughter. Thankful that she was able to shift the topic in a direction that didn’t beget him spilling his guts to her in public, he nodded in affirmation of her assumptions. ‘Something like that. By the end of my career, though, I can’t say I really knew what I was fighting for. Lots to think about, you know?’ He quieted down for a moment while considering what else to say. The last thing he wanted to do was open up more than he needed to. Especially to this odd stranger who he could only assume was another Servant.

‘Oh, right,’ he said in a funny, timid tone, like he had initially forgotten about it. ‘You said, “as well,” right? Meaning, you must have had a rough time of it, too.’ His expression went from amused, to distantly concerned, and straight back to bitter amusement, all while keeping an eye on her. It was hard not to, with that outfit of hers. ‘I get how you feel. It’s not every day you realize your life’s been a sham. Which is why I’m so hesitant to jump straight into this. Don’t wanna make the same mistakes I did as a kid.’

#inchara #executioneroftruth #2B 001

They went and gathered everyone just for some rhetoric that could’ve been said anywhere? It was almost enough to make him laugh. Added to the fact that were so proudly declaring a war against the world, he doubled over manner that was just as comic as it was painful. He was getting ahead of himself, though. It wasn’t quite in his nature to poke fun at anyone for their goals; in fact he would have been going as low as people he had criticized in the past for being so shallow. Thinking more on it made him feel kinda sick for having such a reaction in the first place, and it was the person standing next to him that really sunk in the blow, just by looking at him as he pulled himself up from being bent over in stifled laughter. Wearing a funny, abashed expression on his face, he waved his hands in front of him as if to say, “Didn’t mean it!” Though he doubted it would have amounted to much in the eyes of a stranger. He was left only the option of explaining himself if he wanted to have any self-respect after making such a fuss.

‘Look,’ he started off, before pausing upon seeing her blindfold. Maybe not the best choice of words. ‘Uh, it’s just -- the phrasing. Right, the words they chose were what got me laughing. That’s it. Though,’ he paused again, turning away slightly and looking around at everyone, Masters and Servants alike. ‘I can’t really say I would romanticize the whole, “fight the whole world” idea. It makes for a rude awakening once you figure out there’s more to it than just getting rid of the enemy at your doorstep. Maybe instead of being your enemy, he’s really your neighbor. Well, my point is, don’t let all this talk get to your head. I did once, and it was terrible once I woke up.’

@executioneroftruth

#inchara #executioneroftruth #2B 001

Probably will regret this but I’m gonna make another uncapped RP ad. However, there’s one caveat, and that’s that your character has to have something to do with driving/riding/etc. anything in particular, or otherwise be associated with the Rider class. I’ve been wanting to screw around with Eren being a Rider for a bit thinking it might be a little refreshing.

#fsl rp ad #note

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@Panzerjagd: Walls of Turnabout (Event)

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casterofturnabout:

Sighing in relief, Phoenix looks at the boy who saved his life. Yes, because Eren might have a rough appearance and demeanor, but he’s still easily identifiable as a boy to Phoenix. He has a knack for locating youth around him.

He laughs, perhaps still in an effort to recover himself from the shock. “Ahaha, no problem, kid. I’d rather lose a Fragment than lose a limb.” Or his life, possibly. Only then does something about Eren’s arrival catches up to Phoenix. “Wait, who’re you? And how did you suddenly appear like that?”

The wall was still easily palpable on Phoenix’s back while he waited the other’s response. His curiosity about what was on the other side of it was still not sated, but he guesses that there’s no point in stressing about it. It’s unlikely that he has the power to break through it anyway, so for now he should just keeping enjoying life in the city - as much as the infected would allow it, that is.

Speaking of them…

“FRAAAAGMEEEENTS!!!”

Eren forgot to consider a thing. The infected don’t follow theor targets by vision alone. They can feel the presence of the small things, which works as a calling call for them. They can be momentaneously distracted by a sleight of hand, but as soon as they notice that the piece of trash doesn’t emit the magic signature they’re looking for, the band quickly turns back to attack the Servant duo. Uh oh.

‘Well, that’s you.’ Eren was deadpan in tone. ‘I’d sooner lose an arm than something that could net me a fortune. Not out of greed, mind you, merely that I’ve got nothing to fear from it. Servants in general wouldn’t. Not that it’d be much different if I wasn’t summoned, anyway.’ Though he could appreciate the suited man’s good humor, and his seemingly lighthearted nature. It made it easier to smile and take everything in stride. Certainly, things were looking up. All up until the buggers turned around and screamed. Eren didn’t know whether to applaud their enthusiasm or chide them for their fanaticism. He did neither.

‘Shit.’ He turned to Phoenix, sighed, and grabbed the fellow by the collar and back of his pants. It matters not whether they’re both Servants. Phoenix didn’t strike him as the sort of guy who could immediately react in this situation, so Eren took it into his own hands, and as he had done several times in the past few days already, he jumped from the street to the top of a building, leaving the most subtle crater in his wake. Once his feet were on solid ground, he let Phoenix go and spoke while adjusting his clothes, grumbling the whole while. ‘I’m starting to question whether or not this whole mess is worth it. Well, just this mess, at least. What were you doing so far out?’

#inchara #casterofturnabout #phoenix 001 #silly phoenix fragments are for kids

pissethoff:

With their attitude, Ray could tell that the other was obviously not having it with him. Not that he blamed him, Ray’s own personality, his own experiences, everything that made him himself, it was something he wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Not even his own siblings. Ray probably wouldn’t want to run into anyone that acted like himself either.

As he watched the other, he would take notice of the other’s demeanor. Their sweating caught his eye, yet the young child wouldn’t recognize their actions as nervousness. Not with how they were clearly talking to him without backing an inch.

Assault? As in a physical attack? Sure if it was a Servant, Ray would never last. One hit from one of those people, and Ray was sure that he would never see the light of day again. But these infected were simple and mindless. They were nothing compared to what the young child was used to dealing with.

He had no idea what suing someone entailed. But watch it Eren. The second he gets his hands on a book that laid out the laws of this land, you bet he is indeed, going to try to sue you. He’d make a mental note of it even, after this whole fiasco was done and over with, Ray was for sure hitting up the library and figuring this whole thing out for himself.

“Well if you understand,” Ray had an idea that they meant something else entirely yet he would let it slide, “why don’t you just move aside?” It was useless to dwell on it when it came to people, right?

‘Why?’ He squinted. ‘Are you seriously asking me that?’ There was a certain limit to anyone’s patience, and this brat seemed like he was sprinting towards it for no better reason than that it was there. What an asshole. That only made Eren want to get him out of this shitty situation faster just to have all the quiet time he could to savor chastising him for being such a little shit.

‘Have you, uh, looked in a mirror lately?’ He groaned. ‘I have morals, you know. Anyone who would leave a kid behind in almost immediate danger can’t even be called a man anymore. There is no moving aside. There’s only moving beside or moving you away from the danger. What don’t you get about that? Is there something I’m missing here?’

#inchara #pissethoff #ray 001 #pisserenoff more like

dhorufs:

In a battle such as this, a battle for currency, injuries were to be expected. An inevitability even. A couple of knocked heads, a handful of bleeding wound– it was in a way tolerable. He could accept it as long as there was no lasting damage– no unnecessary deaths. And on top of it all, regardless of his own personal feelings on violence, Aladdin was incapable of stopping the human desire for wealth. It was something that occurred in every world, even this one, and Aladdin was no longer one who served humanity as a whole any longer.

As a Servant, it was his duty to work for his Master’s benefit. As Caster.

❝ Hello yourself, ❞ one such person caught in the middle of the ongoing violence had made himself known. Not a threat, that was immediately clear. Just working for what everyone else wanted. He himself had gotten quite a few by simply using magic to put any aggressive civilians to sleep, just in case his Master desired the money, but he saw no real priority in gaining the money himself. Servants didn’t need food, sleep, and so on– and as a Caster, he was capable of providing for his Master through several of his Skills, through creation. ❝ I wasn’t going to intrude. If one was willing to steal then they should also have prepared for the consequences of their choice. ❞

A Servant complaining of being ‘tired’ was odd, but he probably was drained emotionally. This entire situation was bizarre ❝ Yes. A Caster, that’s what I am– and the explanation for why I give off a particularly strong magical presence. We do usually specialize in magic, after all, ❞ a pause, then a smile. ❝ Of course, that’s all I can reveal. You are? ❞

‘You seem responsible enough. I can respect that.’ The more he spoke, the more he woke up. Though he was hardly ever awake or asleep in the first place. This new existence was really the odd one. It summoned him into peak shape and age, but he had yet to feel lucid the way he did in life. Perhaps that’s what he gets for being nothing but a copy of a legend in the first place. Not that he felt particularly legendary at any given time. ‘Caster, then.’ He nodded in agreement, it made enough sense even if he didn’t grow up with these sorts of magical functions the way the other Servant must have. It was a safe bet to make that anyone made into a hero for their magical talent must have been well-accustomed to these matters to some level. Eren was a newbie, despite having been given all the knowledge necessary to function as a Servant.

‘I’m a Rider, just so you know. Though, like you, I can’t reveal much. Especially not what it is that makes me a part of this class. Though I suppose that’s hinting at too much already.’ He laughed in a very stifled manner. ‘Supposedly Servants like us were originally made to war with each other, pulling out all the stops to eliminate the rest. But given the number of those summoned now, it hardly seems feasible. What do you think of it all? Would you prefer fighting to this scavenger hunt?’

#inchara #dhorufs #aladdin 001

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