{{You Spin Me Right Round}}

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The fae stepped out to the terra, the wind whistling a soft sonata in her ears. The terra around her stretched, a vast and foreboding body of souless hearts, and empty ears. It was a foul temptation, but a temptation none the less. Whickered to the breeze as softly as it called to her, the fae took a hesitant step forward. The earth seemed to freeze in one moment, but the moment seemed to stretch for all eternity. This one decision would define the rest of her lifespan, be it so short or long, it did not matter. This decrepit ruin of a once-prosperous center could become her haven-or her worst nightmare. She shied away, thinking of the terrors that could unveil themselves before her eyes upon entering a place of such tendencies of mishap. Speculations of horrors too dark to stain the mind only lives perhaps a few steps into not only this place, but this dire situation the fae had placed herself into.

But she knew she had to, no, was destined to return after not only hearing but becoming a part of the legendary fabula pass down from generation to germination within the herd. Or at least they used to be. Until.....she chose not to think of this. Her thoughts solely focused on the main conflict in those famous stories she had always heard spoken in whispered voices. There were more like her. And they could be here.

In the small herd she had grow in, none had known of the Horned Kind, until she had come along. She had come, devoid of a memory and a home. The horses had taken to her kindly, but warily. She seemed consistent with the creatures in their tales, and always these one-horned creatures seemed to be the antagonists. She had removed herself from her kind family for fear of bestowing hurt upon them. Then had come the rough years.
Now, though, could be worse than the pain of giving up her family and the small terrors of her latest years alone, if she chose to pursue others in light of this mystic lore planted into her head.
She knew she must go. She took one step at a time, until the darkness swallowed her, along with every last bit of her old existence.
She took in her surroundings. Pieces of metal and wood littered the ground by her hooves. These were not natural, though, her they had been made by some greater force. She sensed this force was gone, but something was inhabiting this terra. She could smell it, the claiming scent of another equine, who resided on lands that she had now become a trespasser upon. She shivered, not sure if she was ready to confront a stallion of any sort, but continued to walk, despite her fears.
Her weary masterpiece was splattered blood and cream hue'd as she floated on weakened pillars. Her piercing occuli were that of wood and the ocean, what humans would have referred to as 'wall eyed.' Her masterfully painted pillars now shown with an iridescence that left her open to all that might prey in these parts. Nonetheless, she stood out in this bleak world, and she waited meekly to confront her fate.

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Arranha-céu. The royal kingdom to which the king must live and dwell. Through his multi-hued optics, that mimicking one of jade and once of earth, he saw differently. Yes the rubble of concrete and steel structures loomed high above, their glassy surface reflecting an array of shades that were quickly stunted in glamor by the thick smog of pollution. Through the thin range of withering vegetation and miniscule trees the gurgling of artificial waterfall blessed his thorns. But he could imagine, if only for a second, what life could have been without the hand of man. Beneath his ebon daggers would lay a supple plane of bright jade vegetation. It's surface would be kind on the frogs and a bed to lay on at night. Turf would easily supply an endless amount of feed, no longer would either Unicorns nor Equines have to ration and be careful with how much they devour. Clear aqua would flow contaminate free, a sweet tang rather than acrid chemical tint. The atmosphere could be clear once more, skies a pure cloudless blue. Air a breathable and safe to the lungs. A world without the contaminates and destruction. A skyline without the menacing buildings and thick pollutants. A perfect world.

Thoughts were abruptly shaken, and soon dispersed. The decaying ruins of New York still surrounded the obsidian king, and acrid pollution stinging his nares. The harsh glare of skyscrapers burning at his multi-hued optics. The world was back again, wether he liked it or not. Cranium swiveled upon the arched boa, his jade orb insnared by an ivory loop glancing far back as he could. Thorns pricked in the direction, nares flared to catch all he could sense. And yes, it was there. The familiar perfume of a fae filtered through the haze of toxins. Pillars struck out through the long shadows from the looming buildings, carrying his ebon frame with proud grace. Two-beat jog took nought long to bring him within sight of the duel-toned vixen. Gaze immediately flicked to the cranium, instantly spotting the horn. Warm smile filtered over his mug. Pace slowed till he was at a stand-still. Vocals rang out, masculine and kind for the stranger seemed weary. "Welcome Miss, I am Zerkzies. May I ask your dubbence?"

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A more searching, than could be said but beseeching, gaze fell across the rank masses of solid destruction. The fae began to wonder what sort of tragedy had begotten this vast expanse of nothingness. Even more she wondered at the tale that could lie beyond the silvery black lining, that describe a rise and fall of what this place once was. Judging by the scent, she could already infer that this hadn't all been doings of the equine sort.

She shook away a droplet of filmy water that caressed her many-hue'd hide as she mistakenly brushed against a vastly sharpening projectile. Looking at the terra, and the intruding droplet, she wondered what the quality of life was in such a place. She halted to consider, but began a moment later, deciding without hesitation that this life would be better than what she left behind, withstanding the fact the water seemed contaminated beyond drinking means.

Her musings were interrupted by a sound. This resonance was mistakingly the rapprochement of another. She held her breath, and halted once again. For knowing the penalty to an assumed trespasser was great, she cowered down and braced herself for the better of ambition.

Then, he came into view. The most breath-taking creature she had ever seen. Then, she realized, they were of a feather. Of the same creature. The horn protruding from his head marked them as kin in species. The velvety green the showed on his legs and bodice enticed her to reach out and touch him, but she restrained herself.

His warmth penetrated the coldness that had overtaken her, until she glanced again at his bulky strength, which put another strike of fear into her veins. She would have hated to have wrong such a magnificent creature, but she also feared what he might bring upon her. She would not deny consequence if he so chose to inflict something upon her for her trespassment. She stood transfixed by the wonderful combination of beauty and fear.

She stood, her back legs slightly splayed, her orbs and neck lowered in respect and submittance. She swayed slightly from weakness, but she could not let herself go now, not now that she had met another of her kind.

"I am called Revelution," she managed to whisper, but with that slight whisper, she could not keep conviction from her tone.

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[moonlight]

Fear was strong in the air, though the brute could not understand why. Multi-hued gaze locked on the ivory and hazel painted fae. She was a beautiful hue, he could admit that much and more. His favor had always fallen on those such as this sky little thing, the exquisite random markings caught his attention. Unlike equines of a solid shade their pelt was always something different depending on your angle. Smile split his mug, quite flattered by her actions. A chuckle fell in tune to that smirk, accompanied by a light shake of his cranium. The simple chuckle seemed to echo in the eerie silence. Silences such as this reminded him of what life was once life. Once when they were free without fear of being hunted. Once when his proud race didn't have to hide from the Uprights to stay alive. Not many still lived from time, in-fact for all he knew himself and Tyrina were the only ones left from that era. Even after all he had done, some just couldn't be saved. Disease and disaster had been their enemy alone back then, but it took its tole all the same.

Remembering the past was just a painful as anything. Clear pale blue sky with not a cloud of smog or pollution. Just pure ivory puffs that hung in there peacefully. The ground an untainted shade of emerald, and soft on the hooves. Not a single platform of concrete or asphalt. Turf so sweet and juicy as to pleasure the taste-buds with every bite. The atmosphere breathed cool and clean without harmful toxins or pollution. No fear of debris or harmful dust-clouds. The trees were filled with birds, and their sweet songs filled the air. Now Zerkzies had not heard the sugary songs in such a long time. He wondered if the Uprights had killed that species off too. Melodious faint lyrics woke his daydreaming. Crown dipped down low, tucking his mug between his pistons in an informal bow. Sun glinted off his ivory weapon, before his cranium was pulled back up. "Ah, welcome Revelution. No need to be shy, I won't bite. Promise."

ooc.his markings are white, not green. sorry for the wait xP no muse again

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The Fae let herself step closer to the hellion. His manner seduced her to a calmer, less wary state. But this had not been the first time, and she could not drop her guard completely, recalling her past. She remembered what they had done to her. They had lured her in, only to abandon her when she shrunk weakly away. She wished it would be different, but she doubted that others could see past her fear, if she herself could not be rid of it.

She had to let go. To start again once more. This time, she had to relinquish herself to the vastness of city, and soul of this stallion, in full, so she would not be cast aside. She knew this also meant she might have to fight, or even kill. She had never seen herself capable of this, but now it might become a necessity.

Her soft form kissed the earth lightly, as she continued, her bodice still shaking, like delicate lace, but a determination now held iron-fast to her orbs. She was now only a few steps away from the brute, and she could have touched her horn to his own, if she so desired. His warm intimacy called her, and ever wore down her cautions and fears. Yes, this one was a born leader. She respected that, and it drew her to become open to response.

She heard him address her and she tried to formulate a reply. "Your Honour, I am new to this terra. I apologies for my fearfulness.."

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It was so easy to lose everything, it made you wonder if there was anything you could win. How could you know the choices you make in life are the right ones. Are they right for you? Or are they right for everyone else? The brute made his choice, and they cost him 2,000 years of worthless misery. Now that he finally becomes reunited with his love after 2,000 long years, everything became a disaster. Tyrina was a mystery. If she loved him, why could she forgive him? It was the only thing that could have been done. His race was being hunted. Couldn't she understand that? It was not he that feared the Uprights, maybe his people didn't fear them. But it was stay or go. Stay meant more and more would be exterminated, murdered for what? Not because they had done something wrong. Not because they were dangerous, or a threat. Only because the humans were a selfish blind race. Only because the humans saw their horns as money and wealth. Unicorns may be immortal, but immortality and invincibility are two different things. He knew that. She must too, she had to know.

A sharp unbearable pain wracked his nerves. It took a lot not to check, see if the wound was bleeding. But that was impossible. Past any nerve that screamed in pain, he knew it was only what she had said that was slowly tortuously killing him from the inside out. It was only those simple words that torn his mind and body to little broken shreds. They bounced around his mind, everything reminded him of what she spoke. Everything reminded him of what she wanted, true or not it didn't matter. He could never forgive her for saying such a thing, and never would ask for an apology. Only hoped that maybe one day it would come true, if only for her. 'all I care is that I see you dead' Blood ran cold in his veins, halting the steady the beat of his heart to a dead silence. The whispered lyrics froze his being, sending a cold shiver down his spine. Like thrusting a knife through his chest, straight into his heart. Like twisting the sharpened blade, agonizing pain shot through his body.

Lyrics fluttered through his auds, instantly reminding him to breath again. Jump starting his heart sped up rapidly before settling back into it's rhythm. Agony weighed down like a suffocating blanket. Trying to push his mind away from Tyrina, he pulled his attention back to the present. Focusing on Revelution. "No reason to appologize, may I ask why you have come?"

oo.urg, my posting sux!

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The fae looked on to the hellion, and stood, wondering what should be done. The longer she stared into his fathomless orbs, the closer they bid her to come, for the more she let down her guard. She began to step closer and closer, so that she was nearly touching him. Her bodice continued to shake, and she stood, transfixed, standing close enough to feel his breath upon her flesh, marvelling at the sweet sanction this bade her to feel. She imagined herself followed this spirit of the most beautious kind, and to become one of his proud harem, for she could only picture him as the head of such. Any lesser rank would surely prove as insult. Herself being a lowly being, though, reminded her to watch her actions, for as fair and just as he seemed, she would not want to be the one to do him any injustice.

She would consider her soul light and weak, often, but her heart did not lack the bravery to do as her mind bid, and she knew that she would not leave, for fear or for injustice. She sensed about this creature with a horn a kind of kinship that she had never found before. Thus, maybe due only from the pure fact that he was the only other of her own kind she had met, but this point being made it nonetheless.

Her evanescent features rippled with an anxiousness now, one that suddenly sent through her a shock of terror. Not fear, for she had found to have abandoned that, but terror. The terror of being rejected came upon her, and she hoped that she would be welcomed, for she certainly would not invite herself. But why would this brute welcome the likes of her? She would have to prove herself in some way, perhaps. If only she were given the chance.

Revel continued her examination of the gallant horned one, and wondered what his kind-and her own was called. Certainly not the horses of horns, but that is what had always been whispered behind her back, when they thought she could not hear, and in those stories of her far-off seeming childhood. Though she had lost her youth, she still held a niave air that made her perfect prey, hence she knew she should not be out on her own long. Another reason to fear rejection.

As she mused over this, though, she reached Zerkzies eyes. His proud, strong gaze she basked in. Then, she noticed a lurking shadow, something that had taken his mind far away. This thought, though, put a look of anguish in his eyes, that made Revel's own chest burn with sadness. What has hurt him? she wondered, but did not dare ask the origins of his depression. Rather, she decided to look to console him.

She heard him speak, but she did not answer. Simply becuase she could not think of anything fitting to say. What could she say but 'I have come for no purpose but wish to stay forever.' Hardly. She leaned, and stretched her neck ever so slowly and reached out her muzzle to touch him, in an attempt to ease his pain.

"What pain plagues you so?" she asked, finally, it taking all of her will power not to flinch away, knowing that she might be servely reprimanded in response to such a forward question. She added, so as to make it less personal, "What tragedey has befallen this terra?"

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The fact of having your entire world collapse from the inside out was hard enough to deal with. For some reason the obsidian brute felt a sickening sensation in the pit of his stomach. Almost as if it were doing back flips from the inside. The feeling had happened before. He could only imagine something important was happening somewhere. A death, a birth, a decision that would change his life in some way or another. In any other occasion he would have made an excuse to go and find what it was. Now he was already searching his mind for an excuse. A sigh shook his well-muscled frame, multi-hued optics still somewhat focused on the painted fae before him. Well, it was as good as an excused he was to come around. What could he need one for anyway? The half of his mind that managed to keep most sanity, that half that directed him through the 2,000 years of agony. It was good enough for the moment.

Thorns swiveled to catch the painted fae's lyrics. His shock was muted by the thick depression that covered his optics. A snort blew through his nares, but not of annoyance. Mearly just to acknowledge that he had heard Revelution. Gaze traveled off to the distance. Not just over the horizon, a glaze fell over his optics. He wondered wether or not to tell. They had only just met after all. Who's to say she wasn't a spy for Tyrina? He doubted it however, the fae seemed to have nonexistent nerves. That just didn't seem like Tyrina anyway. Gaze fell back to the painted femora. "Tis nothing you must concern yourself with Revelution, I'll be fine."

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The moment Revel ceased to touch the glorious brute, she felt a sensation run through her bodice, and then leave as quickly as it had come. She could feel his absolute power, and it coursed through him like water in the ocean, wind in the sky. Something else, though seemed to stain his eloquent form, an embitterment that could not be soothed, that cut him raw better than any blade, and far more accurately than any arrow.

Or perhaps it was an arrow, Cupid's empierced shaft, for she knew that could be the culprit of such misery. So could a loss, a loss of one who was dear to the heart, which was almost in the same means. She could not begin to comprehend his struggles, for she had only just come. She was captivated by him, though, and felt almost envious of his strength, not just in power, but in the ability to cope privately with the haunt that seemed to cut away at his very soul to this moment.

She longed to help him, but she knew her hearing of his tales might bring nothing but bad. She looked about at the ruins, and thought of her next course of action. She had no place to go, so she would stay here, and she would try to aid this aching soul in any way he asked. She wondered if he had a large herd, and if he was interested in expanding it. She might as well answer his former inquiry.

"Would you hold a place for me in your surely most distinguished harem? I would be honored to serve to such a Lord," Revel spoke, hoping he would not turn her away. Perhaps he might tell her of the situation at hand, and she might better ready herself, if only he knew she was loyal to him. The brought yet another question. He seemed a little wary of her, and surely this pain of his must be caused by a second party. Perhaps he might need a promise to know she would remain faithful to him.

"I would serve you as my only Lord, and may I be stricken in your might if I should ever turn from your side," she spoke, but also knew that this did not secure anything, for words were just words. She mustered all of the courage she had and stood straight. She presented her neck and chest to his powerful ivories and offered, "You may have my blood as a promise." Her voice rang high and sweet, complimenting the hellion's rich tones in the desolate city.

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. Zerkzies ;;

Echoing through the looming steel structures, the zephyr ripped torrent across the city ruins. Whipping up stray debris as it whistled through the skyscrapers. Floating up around the lonely pair, clouds of the umber soot billowing around their pillars. A fine coating of the silt accumulated over his ivory whirls. The outburst of oxygen floated gracefully over the obsidian king's slick armor. Crisp fingers of winter of the brink, running through his banner. Lashing in the flood of wind, whiplash danced along the current. Afloat on the strong gale, Revelution's timid lyrics reached his perked auds. With growing strength, her words astonished the king. Just goes to prove first impressions are nothing. It could easily mistake this painted fae for a pushover. Courage-less, bashful, nothing special. Proven wrong, for shy as she may be she had loyalty. Through her lyrics they were strong, if nothing else. A soft sigh escaped the stag's nares, along with a nod of his handsome skull. Ivory curve bent as the dark skin around the marking was stretched in the movement. Like flowing aqua, the tattoo rippled as if underwater. The high sun reflected from his bleached horn, glinting an array of colors.

Impressed by the newfound courage of this fae, which was not an easy thing. Zerkzies was not easily impressed, not placed his trust in many. There was always a hint of doubt in anyone. The tone they spoke in, wether it be timid or boisterous. Even or wavering. They posture, slacking and lazy, or proud and arrogant. They was fault and speculation to be found in anything. Even himself, from his to great amount of pride and never trusting. He had been hurt to many times, from Cayiton's murder to Tyrina's unfair rage. It seemed everyone left him at one time or another. His vocals rang out loud, past the screeching of wind. _{"Welcome Revelution, to Arranha-ceu. I accept you into out ranks."} Ebon dagger lifted on his pillars, arcing upward. Cranium tipped downward, mug drifting down past his charcoal dagger. Holding the posture, still as if he was sculpted from marble. Letting his pistons drop with a sharp 'chink' as it struck the crumbling asphalt, cranium rose up to Reve's height.

[..sensim perdo totus spes..]

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Revel studied the hellion, and many thoughts had begun to enter her crania. She was gifted, of a sort. She had lived long enough to acquire talents, as many creatures who wander the universe are apt enough to do. Mostly, such creatures inherited physical straight or the courage to become powerful leaders, as not Zerkzies had probably done, though he seemed to have been born as such. No, Revel was more of a mind. She could not be described as having powers of the magic sort, but she could read what was on minds. She had been thinking of this earlier, and she had begun to seek what was behind the powerful brute's countenance. She had so far seen the love lost, but now that he seemed to be accepting of her, she was able to see into the very pit of his fear, his pride, and his agony.

Of course, his extreme power and immortal qualities kept her from reading him like she could most. But she could see it now, the skeleton of catastrophe. Love lost, war waged, and it was a matter of time before these conflicts would perplex her own world. It was almost as if she were catching a glimpse of her future through they eyes of the one she had pledged her loyalty. She would stand by his side, and hope he found the likes of her valuable enough to keep close. One skill at her disposal was her ability to keep. Keep secrets, keep pledges, and keep the depths of thoughts once she had stolen a copy for herself. Hopefully that would allow for her own worth to be kept.

She nodded her head again in respect, and let an anxiousness cross her bearing, wondering if the acceptance in his posture would come to words of the same sort. Revel still had a valid reason to fear rejection, and of course the reason still held valid to resent being turned away. She was pretty, young (relatively), and ready to serve, and she thought it would not be beneficial for the hellion to waste her life like others had done to her in her past. She let her fear turn to pure questioning, and then heard him speak. She was much relieved to hear he had want of her.

She permitted herself now to touch her horn to his and hold it there, the sensation sending pictures through her crania. She hoped he would not be offended, but she could better understand the situation this way. Her mind worked through it all, and she knew that this was no place to play the damsel in distress, or the child, but she would be the strongest she could muster, permitting she was still always a package wrapped in silk. Something in his mind, his orbs, told Revel, though, that Zerkzies knew how to 'handle with care,' how to be a gentleman.

"I have seen much in your mind. Would you permit me to follow you where you go now so I may be acquainted with yourself and your terra?" she asked, being forward, in part due to her hopefulness. She wanted to know where she had come, and know it from his gracious hands. Her Lord was her shepherd that she would always want.

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. Zerkzies ;;

Fading the background the echoing caw of crows called to Zerkzies' attention. A single aud flicked in the general direction of where the screeching sound came from. The image a lone ebon blur soaring through the heavens flashed through his mind. It was enough to draw his gaze, in Revelution had not been speaking. He could only imagine what i was like to be such a creature, of flight and fancy. The ties of earth didn't string the beast down. Nor limit its mind. What you wanted you could have, if only for the gift of flight. No worries, or bounds or limits. You could soar through the sky and leave everything behind. But that was not likely to happen any time soon. Internally sighing, ebon thorn flicked back to the painted fae. Crows and their fancy forgotten, for it doesn't do good to dwell over what you can't have, and what will never change. It only worried him that maybe it was the same with Tyrina.

"Oh course Revelution, a tour seems appropriate." Attention back on the painted mare, with a slight nod he answered her. Ebon dagger clinked against rugged asphalt, swivling frame to face his terra. Reaching toward the heavens, gray lifeless buildings cast long shadows down upon the wide patch of terrain. Few trees dotted the meadows, grass sprouting in gruff patches through the concrete. In the distance the low sun glinted from aqua, its soothing gurgle like a background song. It wasn't much, but it was home.

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Revelution watched Zerkzies, admiring his strength in such a time. It must be so hard on him, to have so much to build with so much to carry around in his mind. She wondered if she could find anything more comforting to say. She couldn't, and so she remained in a silence combined with much respect.

She watched his orbs, and saw them focus on something in the distance. Then, she was permitted to see the same breath-taking site of the birds. They might just be city birds, but they were amazingly beautiful against the pit of ruin that this had become. She imagined Zerkzies changing into a proud bird, looking for his lost love, but circling back to watch the family he was building. As the pictured formed, she wished she could have such wings to join him in the sky. She just needed his consent. This could happen in reality, for this city was the sky, and Zerkzies was the constant watcher, the creature with a bird's eye view.

Her mind sped back down to the earth, realizing her thoughts had been wondering. She wished she could see more into the great brute's mind, but he was so complex and his emotions so threaded. It made him seem more mysterious than the others she had met.

Her banner flapped in the breeze that had picked up the birds, causing their wings to seek air. Her tassels brushed gently against the hellion's proud neck. Revel's orbs softened, sensing he would speak, defining the amount he would like her presence.

Her thoughts suddenly flashed to a time, a while ago. It wasn't quite a memory, but more a remembrance of a dream she had had. She remembered standing in the ruins, unable to move very fast. Something had been coming for her, and she called for help. Something beautiful, black laced with white, came, and she knew it would be the saving of her. It flew to her, and she called. It came to speak, and she was ready to listen.

This moment seemed slightly reminiscent of that dream moment. Perhaps her dreams told more of her future than she had thought. It was the price of having a gift, thought sometimes it was a curse.

Her painted bodice shook off an invisible blanket of thought. It was a slight movement, but brought her back to the present. She stared at the brute as he started his words. She was consoled, as they were of acceptance. She was excited, wanting to know more of the stag, and his lands, which were where she would not reside. She knew it was a solemn occasion, but she couldn't help feeling a bit giddy with anticipation and excitement.

She turned to him to speak her response, though she didn't know if it was necessary. She had a feeling he would not be a stallion who was angry at one for speaking, so she decided to be free with her words. "I am quite delighted to be honored with your company."

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ooc.shall we say this is over?

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{{Sure, maybe I could join in elsewhere, or we could start a new one? I do have a good idea, but I am contemplating the right time.}}

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ooc.whatever you like

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{{I have a good idea for another sequence; I'll post it in another thread.}}