Hello, again! Just letting you guys know that Iâm still alive and thriving, despite busy with life... and I need to go soon so acceptance will happen tonight! Also, we might make the discord server for those who are interested, so if youâre interested in having one, please like this? Another announcement is that we will be doing an activity check sometime around the end of this week, so if you need a hiatus, please do let us know! Otherwise, characters which have not posted this week might be swept during the check. Thank you!
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KANG JUNSEO & PARK HYEONA:
soft rains, delayed nightfall, rising smokes.
THE FOLLOWING HAVE BEEN RESERVED UNTIL OCTOBER 14TH, 2017.
N°.  JUNG SOOJUNG from f(x).
N°.  LEE SUNMI the soloist.
N°.  MIZUHARA KIKO the model.
N°.  YOO JEONGYEON from twice.
THE FOLLOWING APPLICATIONS ARE PENDING UNTIL NEXT ACCEPTANCE.
N°.  JI CHANGWOOK the actor / THE WORLD canon  »  as KWON YOOSUNG. * messaged !
N°.  JUNG TAEKWOON from vixx / METAMORPHMAGUS spot  »  as HAN SOOHYUK.
THE FOLLOWING HAVE BEEN RESERVED UNTIL OCTOBER 5TH, 2017.
N°.  KIM YERIM from red velvet / VEELA spot. *
THE FOLLOWING HAVE BEEN RESERVED UNTIL OCTOBER 8TH, 2017.
N°.  JUNG JINSOL from loona.
N°.  PARK JIMIN from bts.
THE FOLLOWING APPLICATIONS ARE PENDING UNTIL NEXT ACCEPTANCE.
N°.  JI CHANGWOOK the actor / THE WORLD canon  »  as KWON YOOSUNG. * messaged !
N°.  JUNG TAEKWOON from vixx / METAMORPHMAGUS spot  »  as HAN SOOHYUK.
Hello! A little update from your admin: Iâm proud to finally launch our location page, although only a faction of it is done, and the rest will be updated along the way. We still have a whole four sections left for them, so donât worry if it seems incomplete for now! Also, weâll be starting with our thread roulette real soon, so please like this if youâd like to participate in our very first roulette prompts?
OFFICIAL DATA FROM THE NEW REGIME⊠ SEALED FOR YOUR EYES ONLY.
                        (  LOADING PROFILE OF N°. 2033, CHOI TAEWOO.  )
( Â TRIGGER WARNING. VIOLENCE, TORTURE, GORE, MURDER. Â )
(i) the boy wakes up to an empty house, naked from furniture and the only thing he can listen to is the screeching sound coming from a creature downstairs. heâs five and he should be scared but his father taught him that to be scared meant to be weak and there has never been a Choi that was weak. so Taewoo counts to ten and the nausea is gone and he can leave bed and climb down the stairs. heâs still there when he sees feet up in the air and a person upside down, their body twisted in an uncomfortable position, but instead of being disgusted by the guttural sounds that come from them, taewoo is fascinated that a body can be twisted like that - almost as if itâs art. and people downstairs notice him, his father, all dressed up in black smiled proudly at him when he doesnât show any sign of weakness; they ignore him immediately and itâs the first time taewoo hears the word crucio. the sound coming from the personâs mouth makes him shudder briefly and as their eyes connect, taewoo witness desperation and despair - he doesnât do anything, heâs hungry and wants to eat.
(ii) a eleven year old taewoo climbs up the stairs of the choi manor and enters the attic, locking the door behind him. heâs not alone this time when he sits down on the floor and takes the other boyâs hand in his, a soft but charming smile covering his lips as he takes his wand and points it to the pot in front of them. âlook what i just learnedâ, he says and mutters a spell, and the water turns blue, just like the other boyâs eyes; the boy looks fascinated and taewoo feels proud of himself, hands gripping the muggleâs little fingers, connecting them even more. âyouâre going to school, arenât you?â he asks and taewoo nods. heâs still excited about it but it sucks he wonât be able to see eric anymore. âiâll write you. and send you some magic treats.â, he promised. âi wish i could go there with you.â taewoo tries not to make a face at that because itâs obvious a muggle couldnât go to the basilica, but he has learned how to cover his feelings and opinions too well. âme tooâ, he lies. the way he ruffles the boyâs hair and kisses his cheek is still soft and the memories are still there in his head whenever he thinks about it; because eric was never seen again, since he left to school.
(iii) heâs fourteen when he discovers how muggles can be just as vile as wizards when heâs taken by a group of muggles. he doesnât remember much because he was sedated and by the time he woke up he finds himself in the dirtiest floor; his vests are dirty and he tastes copper in his tongue because someone found it interesting to punch him and see how he would react. âi heard he knows magicâ, he hears someone saying so he guesses those were not just random muggles. âhe looks just like a punk to me,  a rich one. we should have fun with him and  then ask for some money. lord knows how many his family killedâ, a second voice. surprisingly taewoo isnât scared, heâs more curious, interested because he had learned that muggles were inferior and weak and could be taken by a wizard anytime, but these  arenât exactly harmless. so taewoo spends days, starving because those muggles still didnât know what to do to him until itâs eleven days later, when one of them makes the mistake of believing the wizard is too weak to react. but taewoo still has something inside him, he still wants to know why his family abandoned him. so when he uses a small piece of wood he managed to remove from the bed he was sleeping on, to stab the man on the throat, he smiles when the blood starts to cover his vests and hands, everything is warm and alive again as the light vanishes from the muggleâs eyes and taewoo licks his lips and then his fingers, taking a step back from the dead form and starts to look for a way out.
(iv) heâs nineteen when  he hacks for the first time. muggles were really predictable and he didnât take much to discover the ones that kidnapped him - like he had suspected they were muggleborns stripped of their powers and that seek revenge; taewoo couldnât say they didnât have the right but they should go to the right people; he didnât care though, he wanted some kind of compensation but killing wasnât in him anymore - the nightmares still plagued him from time to time so taewoo just destroyed their lives by hacking everything they had, from credit cards to bank accounts, he exposed their secrets until they couldnât do anything other than die.
(v) a lot has happened and taewooâs fame grew up but he still lives in the shadow. the dominance of voldemortâs armies still makes the world an unsafe place to live and taewoo lives in the shadows, a double life where he hides his true self for his own protection. the idea of equality makes him a desired target from all sides and for him it would be too easy to rely on the fact heâs a pureblood from a family thatâs loyal to voldemort and the death eaters but heâs not like that. evil is everywhere, and one (good) canât properly exist without his opposite (evil); still he doesnât know how people canât see that. perhaps he should help them see the truth and come for the light. after all, darkness  an light is everywhere, you just need to find balance.
OFFICIAL DATA FROM THE NEW REGIME⊠ SEALED FOR YOUR EYES ONLY.
                        (  LOADING PROFILE OF N°. 2034, OH SEOYEON.  )
her father was a godly being. her mother was a divine being. in the terms, they were both absolute. since her birth, oh seoyeon was taught to obey. she was taught to fit in every mold her parents laidâ expecting her to occupy all the space, with no crevice remaining. yet, every time she did, the small child only felt suffocated. her inhale were filtered with expectations, fizzled in her lungs, and left with rebellion.
every time she did such, seoyeon could hear her fatherâs frustration. how riled up he was, how his heart burned in violence. but, she always avoided his burn because her mother places her hand upon her childâs heart. a wish spilling
from her lips for her to comply, only once. only once were always the words used between them. they were the words that stringed her limbs together and made her follow their order.
as her legs kept getting pulled to certain positions and her lips pulled to say certain words, seoyeon was getting groomed. her parents were always hoping, expecting someone to swoop their daughter away. as if she was getting gifted to the greater and in return receive the same.
it was almost a waiting game, where the couple attempted to make their child achieve the greatest treasure. within those days, seoyeon could only clasp her hands together. a tilted head, slouched shoulders, bent knees and tied
shoes. almost as if she was also waiting, but she hoped for something else. something that could swoop her away to a place where her lungs could breath the oxygen the world gave her. but, so much for wishing. (her hair speaks black, a shade of ebony enclosing her heart who beats too shallow and slow.) because at the end, her demise was painted with  the colors of black and white. one where she would take the divine spot even when she hoped for a godly one. (divinity can do so muchâ itâs the godly who changes.) yet, her wish comes in the form of a muggle.
a muggle who was working under her parentsâ command. they tell her she is a servant. the term servant always left a bitter taste in her lips, it sounded rather vulgar. thus, seoyeon names her after one of her favorite dolls, mihyun. the fellow muggle always accompanied her, as a bright sunny day. one who smells like melted ice cream and scented candy.
companionship blooms during the summer where mihyun gives her teachings about the world. her spirit lightens under her palm, her words coaxed with hope. a hope seoyeon catches with eager. she consumes the elderâs words with vehemence. (her hair flares, a tone of yellow hazes within the strands. sunlight occupying every space.) before her parents realized, their teachings were torn into fragments. fragments their daughter spoke to conceal her genuine thoughts.
but, those ideals are buried under anything classified as fun. because the girl was spending the time of her life, hanseong provided a more safe environment where she cherished every memory attached to her mind. seoyeon never thought to let those thoughts of the better become tangible. after all, she was too comfortable with this lifestyle. even when she embraced parts of mihyunâs beloved words, she was still her parentsâ kin. but, the chronicle she dreamt every night about her future breaks in half once she hears.
she hears the words resonate, the words about mihyunâs death. why? because a muggle dared to defy the words of a pureblood in the streets. luck befalls on her shoulders when nobody knows who this muggle belongs to. her parents prayed under their breaths, while seoyeon grieved under it. (her hair has never gone yellow since then.) because she understood where her parents came from, a place where protection was a need. but, she knew that comfortable life would come after her death. divinity and the godly would have to wait. they were other things to do.
with an iron-fist, seoyeon defies her parents whose distance stands within an arm-length. adoration deflates in the air, the air where she no longers feels home to. her father threatens to abolish her name under their wing. (her hair speaks red, an anger and sadness bubbles within her chest) but, motherâ dear mother refrained the action from happening as she puts her hand on the girlâs  heart. a new act of defiance between them. the act of acceptance towards their daughterâs wishes because the woman never wants to see those eyes be clouded. (her hair is set blue, seoyeon is still unsure if it represented relief or guilt. she hoped it would help her the hollowing hole left on her heart once her motherâs touch left her).
with a bag on hand, seoyeon leaves behind the last mold. she kicks it aside as she finds a way to revolt. which, she does by encountering the name of order phoenix. seoyeon ventures in the world of the group who opposes the hand who violated and tortured with a mighty fist. she remembers hearing this name within mihyunâs lips once, she wonders if these were the people who she used to label heroes. with no much left to do, seoyeon goes under their command as a con-artist with the name of producer under her belt. (her hair speaks red now, she spits passion and bravery.)
THE FOLLOWING HAVE BEEN RESERVED UNTIL SEPTEMBER 28TH, 2017.
N°.  JUNG JINSOL from loona / BANSHEE spot.
N°.  KANG DANIEL from wanna one.
N°.  KIM YEBIN from pristin.
THE FOLLOWING HAVE BEEN RESERVED UNTIL SEPTEMBER 29TH, 2017.
N°.  HWANG MINHYUN from nuest. *
N°.  JUNG SOOJUNG from f(x).
N°.  KIM HYOJONG from pentagon / SQUIB spot.
N°.  KIM TAEHYUNG from bts / THE CHARIOT canon.
N°.  PARK JIMIN from bts. *
THE FOLLOWING HAVE BEEN RESERVED UNTIL SEPTEMBER 30TH, 2017.
N°.  JI CHANGWOOK the actor / THE WORLD canon. *
N°.  JUNG TAEKWOON from vixx / METAMORPHMAGUS spot.
N°.  KIM JISOO from blackpink.
N°.  KIM YERIM from red velvet / VEELA spot.
N°.  LEE GIKWANG from beast.
N°.  LEE TAEMIN from shinee.
N°.  SON NAEUN from apink / VEELA spot.
N°.  ZHANG YIXING from exo.
THE FOLLOWING HAVE BEEN RESERVED UNTIL OCTOBERÂ 2ND, 2017.
N°.  KIM JIYEON from wjsn / SEER spot.
THE FOLLOWING APPLICATIONS ARE PENDING UNTIL NEXT ACCEPTANCE.
N°.  PARK JINYOUNG from got7  »  as KIM JAEHYUK. * messaged!
THE FOLLOWING HAVE BEEN RESERVED UNTIL SEPTEMBER 26TH, 2017.
N°.  MINATOZAKI SANA from twice / BANSHEE spot. *
N°.  YOO JEONGYEON from twice.
THE FOLLOWING HAVE BEEN RESERVED UNTIL SEPTEMBER 28TH, 2017.
N°.  JUNG JINSOL from loona / BANSHEE spot.
N°.  KANG DANIEL from wanna one.
N°.  KIM YEBIN from pristin.
THE FOLLOWING HAVE BEEN RESERVED UNTIL SEPTEMBER 29TH, 2017.
N°.  HWANG MINHYUN from nuest. *
N°.  JUNG SOOJUNG from f(x).
N°.  KIM HYOJONG from pentagon / SQUIB spot.
N°.  KIM TAEHYUNG from bts / THE CHARIOT canon.
N°.  PARK JIMIN from bts. *
THE FOLLOWING HAVE BEEN RESERVED UNTIL SEPTEMBER 30TH, 2017.
N°.  JI CHANGWOOK the actor / THE WORLD canon. *
N°.  JUNG TAEKWOON from vixx / METAMORPHMAGUS spot.
N°.  KIM JISOO from blackpink.
N°.  KIM YERIM from red velvet / VEELA spot.
N°.  LEE GIKWANG from beast.
N°.  LEE TAEMIN from shinee.
N°.  SON NAEUN from apink / VEELA spot.
N°.  ZHANG YIXING from exo.
THE FOLLOWING APPLICATIONS ARE PENDING UNTIL NEXT ACCEPTANCE.
N°.  PARK JINYOUNG from got7  »  as KIM JAEHYUK. * messaged!
OFFICIAL DATA FROM THE NEW REGIME⊠ SEALED FOR YOUR EYES ONLY.
                        (  LOADING PROFILE OF N°. 2032, BANG TAEJUN.  )
( Â TRIGGER WARNING. PARENTAL NEGLECT. Â )
you are the hidden son. wrapped in lies and opulence, you are born cursed and magic forsaken.
your mother was a powerful woman, a pureblood with a will so strong she could move the heavens if she was determined to. hotheaded, outspoken, gifted with magic and true force of nature. your father was a muggleborn servant, magic itching and unused in his blood. he practiced healing potions when no one was looking, and in his silent strength, he learned and mastered healing potions. where your motherâs presence was like a raging, wild fire, your fatherâs was more of a warm hearth. your mother fell in love with that, and he became her quiet anchor. their love was riotous, unstable, a compromise between worlds so different but a union between soulmates.
this is where you began, somewhere between a contradiction and mystery, you are hidden because you are not meant to be. your father is only a muggleborn, and while your mother is powerful, she is married to a man who lives abroad most days of the year, and he cannot know you. therefore, you remain hidden a thousand rooms deep in a suburban mansion. the other staff hardly know you; your father brings you meals and your mother teaches you everything she knows. once in a blue moon, sheâll bring you along when she goes into the city to see the world, but you are always more of an accessory than a son, and she leaves you in the car more often then not. say nothing unless spoken to, is what your father plants into your head.
you remember being eight years of age, listening through the keyhole of your motherâs bedroom, little fingers splayed across wood. something about sending you to an institute. eyes open, and thereâs a bubble in your chest: excitement. your father had told you stories of learning, of schools made for people who yearned to learn. but the way in which your father expresses his disagreement is icy, and your heart churns because you cannot understand why your father does not want you learn. âheâs powerless, this is something you know and you canât change it!â your mother replies. this is how you find out something is very very wrong with you. you are too afraid to ask your father when he comes to your room later.
a few weeks later, private instructors come to your rooms one after another, each engaging you in different aspects of knowledge. you are nervous, but your father always remains in the room, and you feel a sense of security. you become well versed in martial arts, philosophy, music, anything but magic. during some nights, when you mother is at her house in the city, you would sneak downstairs to the servants quarters just to watch your father exercise what little magic he could wield. you want to be just like him when your are older. you tell him this, and he shakes his head. âyou will never be normal, son. you are a squib.â what your father means: you will be helpless, useless, powerless. you train longer and study harder.
fifteen is the age at which most boys are mastering quidditch techniques, but you are fiddling with an old flying car youâve found, reading books on mechanics and learning to drive through trial and error. soon, you find joy in taking everyhing apart, from bicycles, to computers, to cars and engineering is your first love. sixteen is the year your mother brings you to the house in seoul; your father does not accompany you. it is in seoul that your mother no longer becomes your mother. she and her husband are wolves among purebloods and you are nothing more than a love child with no talent. your mother brings you to the house as her âfavorite servantâ, and you never noticed the words âmudbloodâ on the nape of your neck until now. youâve read enough newspapers and books to understand.
rebellion is something new to you, as you have been told to keep your head down and stay silent. however, you are your motherâs son regardless of how much she tries to hide you. perhaps people can see your likeness in the way your chin juts, the eye smile, the quirks of lips. if they see it, no one says a thing. the man your mother calls âhusbandâ does not look at you long enough to see the resemblances. you find the streets much more interesting than four walls, and for your eighteenth birthday, your mother gifts you a motorcycle. âgo visit your father,â she says, and you ignore the wistfulness in her eyes when you turn to leave.
perhaps visits to your father are your favorite times of the week. heâd race you in the old car you fixed up, talk to you about politics in soft, but bitter tones. he teaches you of the struggle of the muggle class, of the great divide between opportunities for the rising talents of the muggleborn, of the unaccounted deaths of those less powerful. under these circumstances, the flame kindled within your soul grows into a wildfire.
you leave your motherâs house for good because you cannot continue living off her, and seoul offers you many things. justice and protection is not apart of them. you know what they do to squibs, and so you stay off the radar as best you can. you start as a underground fighter, then a street racer, protesting through your online blog all the while. you are a smooth-talker, someone who can rally and weave as group together through words and part of you hates your father for telling you to keep quiet. you use your words to unite people in rising up against the system, and perhaps this is how you attract hexagonâs attention. they urge you to join their ranks, and you do, because you like what they stand for. you believe that change can come without violence, and perhaps being a part of something bigger than yourself gives you hope for the future. you join then, but you do not trust them. none can know that you are handicapped; you do not want to end up as a lab rat for death eaters. but you do not let your handicap deter you. sure, you may not have magic, but you have a voice and you are determined to use it.
your thought process changes when you hear that your father has disappeared. you go to your mother, but she will not see you, and the name she calls âhusbandâ looks down his nose as you. you hurry away before he can look any closer at your face. you go to the police. they do not seem to care about a mere servant. your thought processes becomes this,âfuck authority; support anarchy.â you will not wish peace on people who refuse to help the suffering, who refuse to save those who cannot save themselves. perhaps now and forever, violence will be the answer for society. your love for engineering soon becomes deadly as you learn to create bombs and grenades because you are determined that a city will crumble and then all will be equal.
this is why you are perhaps one of the most outspoken activists in hexagon, doing your best to be involved and change the world, no matter what it takes.
OFFICIAL DATA FROM THE NEW REGIME⊠ SEALED FOR YOUR EYES ONLY.
                        (  LOADING PROFILE OF N°. 2031, NAM CHEOLSU.  )
( Â TRIGGER WARNING. CHILD ABUSE, VIOLENCE, TORTURE. Â )
i.
joontae was once a good man â believed that the purity of a blood lineage meant very little. free from arrogance and bigotry, he had supported those born from love between wixfolk and muggles. the man always disagreed with those against, never afraid to defend those who were belittled during meetings at the ministry.
one day, however, joontae didnât speak. others would profess insults, spout their usual nonsense of ignorant presumption, but he never once spoke.
a couple days later, he was bailed out of prison after assaulting a muggleborn in the middle of the street, seemingly out of nowhere. the day after, joontae attended his wifeâs funeral, as dark hatred consumes his heart.
ii.
upon voldemortâs triumph, joontae, already a renowned death eater, fears for his legacy. with no offspring, he sees a future where all his hard work and support sadly fades into oblivion. thus in secrecy, he adopts a baby â muggleborn and barely two months old, heâs taken from his parents under the fabricated accusation of abuse and neglect.
when questioned, joontae explains the baby is his nephew, orphaned not too long ago. itâs a weak lie and most know that joontae is an only child, but given his devotion to the cause and his loyalty, the matter is swept under the rug and most laugh it off, as if it denotes a mid-life crisis.
the babyâs care is put solely on the hands of governesses and only when the muggleborn is able to comprehend his commands, does joontae give him a name. cheolsu.
iii.
bitter wounds mold the perfect child. severe discipline generates fear and creates the perfect puppet. cheolsu is raised in the core of hell, taught to be an unrelenting demon. unforgiving, knowing no mercy and remorse. heâs an example to other children at social gatherings â quiet, obedient.
keep your back straight and donât talk unless someone addresses you!
a firm slap on cheolsuâs cheek usually arose if he didnât comply to those words â if his shoulders slouched an inch, if he tried to get his fatherâs attention, if he asked permission to play with the other kidsâ
his fatherâs punishments were always painful and he learned to make fewer and fewer mistakes. cheolsu gradually became a carbon copy, keeping the hatred for his own father buried deep inside his heart.
iv.
as a teenager, influenced by reckless classmates, cheolsu rebelled against his father. cutting classes, staying out until late hours of the night and arriving drunk were regular things he learned to do. the already familiar sting of his fatherâs punishment became frequent once again, but they had no effect. heâd hide the smirk on his lips when his father was finally done and repeat everything the next day.
heâd go as far as to sometimes chuckle in between stings, earning more disciplinary action. however, the day he got into a fight, positively dishonoring his fatherâs name, joontae said enough.
his father took him to one of his questioning sessions, in what cheolsu liked to call his fatherâs torture chambers. cheolsu had seen them once â grey, pristinely clean and dull. he knew what happened inside these rooms.
that day, the sickening spotlessness of the room was completely absent as his father forced him to watch as a muggleborn was questioned. the nauseating smell of urine and blood assaulted his nose and cheolsu had to fight back the bile. blood slithered down skin that was already dirty, pooling around the chair, around the restraints, seemingly seeping from every pore.
upon trying to look away, his father grabbed his neck and head, harsh and firm.
this is what you will be fighting for, cheolsu. justice to our regime and the annihilation of traitors.
a new hatred arose after that day â towards the regime and everyone associated with it.
cheolsu becomes a doctor against his fatherâs will, with the condition of choosing something with very few sentimental ties â cheolsu specializes in neurosurgery (with a secret minor in muggle studies).
and in the midst of inferno, his heart protests against injustice and prejudice. in the shadows, he fights for a better future, one free of supremacy and tyranny.
OFFICIAL DATA FROM THE NEW REGIME⊠ SEALED FOR YOUR EYES ONLY.
                        (  LOADING PROFILE OF N°. 2026, PARK HYEONA.  )
i.
on the day of her birth, the mighty earth trembled in terror. a terrible storm had ravaged her hometown - it should have been a clear warning to her parents. Â good things never come with storms. children born during storms have lightnings in their eyes and no mercy for the weak - they destroy everything that stands in their way. but, autumns without storms were like winters without snow. from the moment of her birth, she was the apple of her motherâs eye - the most beautiful princess in the whole world. her parents, two mighty wizards, desperately wanted to have a child and the birth of their only heir brought a lot of joy into their lives. hyeona was the most beautiful child, but there was always something dark in her eyes - they were like two abysses, always threatening to swallow curious strangers. Â but, as a a beloved member of the park family, she always felt special - like she was destined for greatness.
ii.
hyeona grew up in the heap of luxury, surrounded by gilded walls and mirrors. the whole world was at the tip of her fingers. it was a true paradise on earth and her parents always tried to fulfill her wildest wishes. misfortune never managed to put its claws on her. the rest of the world was plagued with war but she lived like a god on the mountain olympus. it seemed like she was born under a lucky star. she was always the precious rose of the park family but, the most beautiful flowers are often very poisonous. and so, she kept growing and with each day, she kept getting colder⊠and colder.
with age, came wisdom and she, of course, became more cunning - a serpent hidden beneath a flower that she once used to be. she mesmerised everyone with her pretty smiles and words - her beauty was terror and her tongue a weapon. Â she didnât need a wand to impress others, her presence was enough. yet, her talons were always hidden beneath layers of red paint and her pretty smile hid many dangerous thoughts. Â it didnât take long for her to become a valuable figure in the pureblood society. the herd always needs a shepherd - and she gladly became their leader. however, she doesnât trust anyone, sometimes not even herself. her porcelain mask is slowly cracking and the old spoiled monster wants to show her face to the world again. sheâs a nightmare dressed in the finest silk and crowned with gold. long may she reign.
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