Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on Mar 9, 2010 17:45:54 GMT -6
The large general seemed impressed that she didn't back down. Most others maybe would have, but Marle wanted this, almost needed it. With her huge shield in hand, she began to walk around in a semi-circle, to which the other man did also with her, until they had begun to circle one another. Growling lowly, Marle put on a brave face, but she really didn't know what more she could do at this point, without a weapon, fighting would have been hard to do.
Not being allowed to think anymore on the subject, Roy ran forwards, lance and sword in hand, and struck out first with the lance, meaning to run her throw, mock-battle or not, he had to see what she was capable of. The lance angled off her shield oddly, as Marle turned it to a slant, and allowed the blow to glance off to her left, and when the sword came down, she rose the shield as the blade caught onto the very top, placing a cut into the metal. The shield was rather old as it was, and wasn't as structurally built as a newer one was.
With both attacks endured, Marle pushed up with the shield, and with her free hand, she spun, allowing her back to visible for a fraction of her second, as her feet wheeled and with her right hand, she yanked her lance back out of the generals hand into her own where it belonged. With weapon in hand once more, she wheeled back at the Knight Commander, and swung her lance in a wide arc, carving room for her to swing her long weapon. The lance went shy of its mark by the sword countering her blow with ease.
Pushing the lance away with his sword, Roy pressed for repeated blows, moving Marle back each time that sword wailed on her shield, thick cuts gouging int the weak old steel, until Marle was pressed so far back with minor counter attacks that she fell over once more, and before she was able to get her lance up and defend herself, she found the blade at her throat. Breathing deep and fast, struggling for air under her exhaustion, she looked back up at her instructor, who seemed rather unphased by the battle, no sweat marking his head, or deep breaths. Pulling his blade back, he allowed her to stand, and with a cheerful smile, he nodded his head.
"Now I remember you, the girl who came late in her years to become a knight, but was ushered on to become a pegasus knight, but failed to become one.."
Colour touched her cheeks, and a few snickers grew from the students around her, the ones that heard anyways. It wasn't flattering to be reminded of such an embarrassing thing, but Marle had a real issue with heights, that, an she couldn't really ride a horse while it flew. Still, her deep green eyes stared at him as she held her lance and shield low, waiting expectantly for his review.
"You fought with all your strength, and even landed a blow. You didn't give up when you were disarmed and stood your ground. If I was a real enemy, you would have died brave and with honor, for that alone, I allow you as one of Ilia's Knights."
A small murmur of approval went through the students, with a bit of clapping, but no outright cheering, well, sure, there was some of that too. Roy Bashere looked at the students still gathered around, and clapped his hands.
"Okay! Enough rest for all of you, back to your training!"
A small grumble of dis-satisfaction ran through the students, and, and they went back about their training. Roy motioned for Marle to follow him for a bit, and when she was pulled off to the side, he regarded her again with a once over, eying the armor.
"Come by the armory in an hour, we'll see about getting you tailor-fitted armor and if you have the coin, new weapons."
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Post by Marle Daviau on Mar 12, 2010 19:30:32 GMT -6
Marle didn't really do much to waste time before she had to arrive in the armory for fitting of better armor. She had, however, given to the armory her old armor and the shield she had been using...it was junk anyways comparatively. She stood with her arms wrapped around her slim lance, in a mere silk shirt, with no special embroidery, just lances dangling to be tightened if the cut in her shirt by the collar needed to be closed, and in brown with stripes of blue, pants. She looked like an ordinary person. Still with her blonde hair, and she gave it a look over, and thought to herself.
"I think...I'm going to dye my hair.."
She meant it for inward thought, but it came out from her lips, which startled her, but then showed no trace of that surprise. She had come far too early in the armory. As the time passed, she wandered about the room, inspecting armor and the detail of them. Most were in drab colours of gray, not yet painted, or never meaning them to be. Still, they were quite exceptional...as they should, Ilia only had one major city, why should it not have all it's best in the heart?
Slowly, the hour passed, but when it did, about a few minutes after, two women with measuring tapes over their shoulders walked inside the dusty room, eying Marle up and down. They wore such beautiful dresses...but Marle wondered exactly why they were sent...and then it hit her. She wasn't just being measured to be fitted for armor, but also a gown. She was to become a knight, but that clearly stated that she would be titled as well...that...was a touch unexpected.
As she stretched out her arms for the ladies, she gave a few squawks of uneasiness as the two women passed her around as they took their sizes. Their being thorough was a bit of an understatement. When she was left to her own devices, Marle went about in the town, dragging her lance around with her. By happenstance, she went to a smithy, and eyed his workings, thumbing the red gem in her pocket.
The man noticed her weapon, and then gave a smile as he came over, hands and arms open in welcome.
"G'day lass, fancy any of my apparel do ye?"
That was a good question, Marle had just begun to look around, but then she eyed a lance on the wall, it was a mix of blue and green in colour, and it's lance tip was...amazing...grinning, she pointed at it, and the man's eyes followed.
"Ah! The lady had good eyes...that's a Dragonspear! It's blade is plenty sharp enough to pierce a wyvern's hide as well as it was water!"
"Oh? And how much is it?"
"Ah, well...that kind of thing can't just be sold easily...I'll barter with you.."
Marle cut him off as she flashed the red gem in her hand, between her fingers, and wryly smiled.
"How about this?"
For a moment, the man looked it over, and nodded, his transaction finished, with the handing over of the jewel.
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Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on Mar 19, 2010 21:42:43 GMT -6
After having paid the armsmith, Marle weighed the lance in her hand, and gave a small grin as she made her way back through the crowd of men and women doing trade with the various merchants. Behind her, she could hear a woman screaming about the merchant's price of an oil lamp, but that drowned out with the vast majority of customers all around her. it took some time, but she eventually left the Bazaar, and worked her way back to her personal rooms. A good few hours spent wandering around had brought about the lowering of the sun. The sky was now orange and cloudy, making it a wonderful scenery of purple and red mixed with the orange.
With a quicker step, Marle made her way to her apartment, and rested the Dragonspear against the corner of her room. Pulling up a chair, she brought it to the window, and sat down. Her room sat in a high building, which towered over many others, but wasn't the tallest. Though, aside from the walls around the city, she had a wonderful view over the rest of the city, mixed with the image of the setting sun. Not having much time to take in the view, Marle went about lighting candles all across the room, along with lamps.
On her table, stretched sheets of paper she had not noticed until she began her lightings. They were a surprise to say the least, but Marle went to the task of reading through them. Some of them were troop details, others were about gold distribution and pay, and really, this didn't seem like something for her. What was this all about this was for...
"Ah crap.."
Marle had nearly forgotten. Burying her face in her palm, she shook her head, and almost forgot about one of the more important things about being risen to Knight status. She would become an officer to some sense...and this was information was about the soldiers who would be under her command. It wasn't a high position, but it was high enough to lead a troop of her own lances. Marle now had a lot of reading ahead of her.
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Post by Arthis on Mar 20, 2010 22:30:39 GMT -6
Arthis walked the snowy streets of Arphen standing out like a sore thumb. One would be because of his height, the other would be that he'd earned a reputation. After all, there was only one Wyvern being kept in the stables. Arthis had made it very clear that they were to be very careful when taking care of Riesehauer, last thing he needed was some stable hand loosing an arm.
The last thing he wanted was to draw attention to himself, and that was hard enough as it was. But Arthis' life was troublesome, it seemed he wasn't one to get what he wanted very often as a rather drunken man crashed into him. For the man, it was more like plowing into a wall and then bouncing off, and Arthis kept moving as if he didn't even see the man. The drunkard staggered out of the snow and turned towards Arthis, shouting.
"Ey! Wazzat fer, ya think ya jus own tha stret cause yer big?" He shouted, his speech slurred. But Arthis didn't even turn around to acknowledge him, until he heard a number of steps coming through the snow towards him, from different sides. His mind told him exactly what he'd wandered into...a simple mugging. Get them to stop, then take advantage. Except now...
He turned now, to see the 'drunkard' looking remarkably sober. Two other men had flanked Arthis, putting him in the center of a triangle. He gritted his teeth, only cowards fought with such a huge advantage.
"You guys...picked a real bad time to start a fight..." He nearly growled...and then noticed...he was missing his lance.
...He'd left it with Riese...
So he punched a knuckled gauntlet into his palm. Waiting for the first move to be made.
Moments later there was a sickening crack and a stifled shout of pain as a building wall shuddered. The man who'd just flown into it collapsed on the ground, more then slightly injured.
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Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on Mar 20, 2010 23:15:38 GMT -6
Time passed and the sun had settled beyond the wall of the city. Marle had continued to read by lamp-light, and a break was needed, as a hand went and clasped at the bridge of her nose just where it connected to her face, feeling a headache from reading in such poor light. The formations on the paper seemed easy, she had practiced them much by herself, and with other recruits in days passed. her eye went to the odd blue-green spear that sat up against her steel lance that had been already awaiting her in her room. Biting her lip, she remembered the Wyvern, whom she had named "The Matriarch" since that is what it seemed in her eyes.
Marle's mind lingered back to the formations and drills. They would be...diffecult...to teach, since apparently, she was getting a stock of new recruits all to herself. Most would be children, around Clair's age when she had joined, and some around her age two or three years ago. Sighing, she picked herself up, and began tightening the laces on the collar of her silk shirt, embroidered with blue roses at the cuffs that attached themselves with fine blue vines. She felt almost...noble...though for no reason to receive that kind of nobility.
Moving towards the window, she looked up. The sky was dark, but not fully dark, dusk was still in event, though the moon would show itself soon. Stars had begun to show themselves, and with this light, she could still see a good deal on the ground, and almost wished she hadn't. There seemed to be a scuffle nearby her apartments. That wouldn't do.
Slipping on her plated boots all too quickly, as well as her gauntlets, she gabbed for her steel lance, and worked herself out the door of her room, and down the stairs to the common room. She had not bothered with the armor skirting and the whole upper part of her armor, so she seemed a little strange with just the gloves, boots and weapon.
Outside, she ran. The chill bit at her exposed skin and her clothes failed to keep out the cold as they weren't designed to. Marle hadn't been ready for the cold of the evening. Her room was much too warm thanks to the fire. Marle rounded corner after corner, until she came to the backs of several men, and brought her lances in behind her, holding it at the ready, , as the weapon seemed like a long extension of her arm in the stance.
"Hey!" Marle's voice was raised, and two men turned to her attentions, and raised an eyebrow. "Shove off, all of you. Go home! Such actions are shameable!"
A few of them laughed now, but one of the men rushed her, a dulled sword in hand. Before he even reached her. Marle slid the lance up along her arm as she thrust out, and swung the long weapon, catching his feet at the ankle, and with deceptive strength, swept the weapon, uprooting the villain, so her would crash on his back.
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Post by Arthis on Mar 20, 2010 23:29:16 GMT -6
Arthis looked up from the man he knocked into the wall to see them joined by another. Looked like a little girl with a spear, are you kidding? He called to her as the thugs turned their attention. "Hey, I got this! Go back inside!" He saw one of them break away and attack her, and dashed after him.
Damn Knight's Code...stupid girl is gonna get herself killed! To do so he exposed his back to the other brigand, who used the distraction to take a swing. It was Arthis' unlucky day yet again as the blade found one of the gaps in the plate armor and he felt the cold steel across his arm. Barely a scratch, but enough to put some red on the white snow. Even worse, the thug was faster then him, lacking the heavy armor weighing him down. But then the unexpected happened.
She knocked him right off of his feet, and onto his back in the snow. There was more grace and style in that strike then Arthis was expecting, she sure knew how to use a spear. He heard the battle cry behind him and turned quickly, reaching out towards the last upright thug. The thug swung his blunted, rusty sword down with all of his might, intent on burying it in Arthis' skull.
*Clang!*
The man looked shocked as Arthis held the blade in his armored hand. "Did you think this pathetic excuse for a butter knife could pierce Bernese Plate?" He said with a malicious grin, as he then placed his other hand on the mans arm. With one smooth rolling of his shoulders, he pulled him up and threw him down, right on to the man Marle had swept that was starting to get up. They both fell into the snow and ceased their moving. He turned towards Marle, still wearing his icy glare on him.
"You a soldier?" He asked bluntly.
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Marle Daviau
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The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Mar 21, 2010 0:23:42 GMT -6
Marle heard the words, but didn't really register them. After her attack, she gave a small smirk as she moved her free hand out, as if to balance her stance. She looked down at the man she just knocked down, and gave a small smirk as he began to stand up, slowly though. She didn't give him the chance, and spun the lance in her hand, so the butt of the lance was now in the place where the head of it was a moment ago, and cracked the man across the head and chest with two quick blows. The man did not move now from his slumped place.
Her eyes went up to the very big man. he didn't look that big at a distance, but as she came closer to him, he must have been a whole foot taller. She tried to conceal her surprise, but it half-worked. She wasn't right near him, and there was about five feet between them, but that cold stare int he dark was piercing...it made her shiver, like it was colder than ice.
With a nod of her head, she propped up her lance against her shoulder, and kept her eyes looking around, as the hair covering her left eye didn't seem to hamper her sight terribly. Licking her lips, she then looked at the tall stranger, and shifted uncomfortably.
"A soldier, yes...yes I am. I am a Knight."
Her voice didn't waver a bit, but it was hard looking calm with the cold of weather, and the cold of the gaze meeting her. The way he manhandled the thieves was impressive. No way she could attain such strength, but she wasn't weak. She had carried armor for three years, probably as heavy as the man wore, which wouldn't be a hole lot to him, considering his size, but sixty pounds on her was, it was about half her weight afterall, and without break.
"My name is Marle."
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Post by Arthis on Mar 21, 2010 0:37:26 GMT -6
So she was a soldier, a Knight at that. Surprise surprise, so this is what passed for a Knight in Ilia?
"This brand of riff-raff always running around in your town? They must think the local authority weak if they don't hesitate to attack a man in armor." He said, almost accusatory. His personality was caustic by nature.
He eyed the girl, half naked by Ilian standards. In a very real sense he was looking down at her, metaphorically and literally. Laughable that these fools think they could hold Bern under their thumb. It then occurred to him, he was a Knight in a 'friendly' country. By standards of military custom and procedure he should make himself known to the ruling body.
"If you're a Knight, then you must know who the boss is around here." He stated, rather then asking. "Where are they?"
He hadn't so much as acknowledged that he heard, or cared about her name, or even thought of giving his own. He hadn't even given his title as a Wyvern Knight yet, but that was information that she hadn't asked for, so he had no desire to volunteer it.
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Marle Daviau
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One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Mar 21, 2010 0:56:10 GMT -6
Marle had not given the man the benefit of the doubt of being a gentleman, and she was thankful for that. Though he openly insulted her capital city, and her nation, Marle didn't budge, not packing down to mere intimidation. Her eyes narrowed on the man, and thinning began in her lips, but eventually, she gave a small laugh at him, as she tapped the long spear on her shoulder, as if it were some sort of sword.
"Riff-raff is just what these men are...and because you were wearing such nice armor, they thought you probably had something to steal. But really, this isn't all that common, because most Ilians know how to handle this sort with ease..."
That wasn't entirely true, but she felt like being a bit glib, her headache was still there, but it barely registered now. Eying him up and down, she motioned for him to follow her towards the castle, but as she walked, she gave a look at the man who stayed on the ground, out cold. She prodded him on her way by with her lance, and he groaned. Marle gave a small smile and a chuckle, pleased with herself, and continued.
"Knight Commander Bashere is my top authority I report to, but he won't be bothered with anyone at this time of night."
With a shrug of her shoulders, she looked back at the man, who still had not introduced himself, and the social exchange was lost for the time being. Her walk was brisk, it had to be, if she meant to get towards the castle before the Wyvern Rider, she would have to hurry a bit.
"If you want to deal with him directly, outlander, you best wait until tomorrow. The only one I can think of is Captain Teryl. She's usually in her study around this time, I believe."
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Post by Arthis on Mar 21, 2010 1:16:48 GMT -6
Oh so she wanted to play that game did she? "So the populace attempts to prey on the unfamiliar, how quaint." He spoke as he walked behind her. He made no effort to pass her, since that wasn't needed at the time.
So the highest rank here was a Knight Commander, not bad...he wondered if they had any actual troops here, or if they were all just for show. He did notice that she was trying to push him off, to delay him, but he did have to admit she had a point. Superiors usually did not enjoy being disturbed late in the evening unless it was vital news. Still, as a Knight of a 'subordinate' nation on an 'official' visit, he knew what would be extended to him. Most notably a place to stay for the evening and an audience with the Knight Captain in the morn. Until that time, he had to think up a good story for why he was here alone.
And admitting that he escaped an ambush that may very well have been set up by the Ilian government themselves was not a good idea.
"I see. The report can wait until the morrow then, no need to barge down their door." The idea of something sounding considerate from him sounded almost foreign. So of course that could not stand on it's own.
"You should get inside girl, you should know you'll freeze to death out here like that." Indeed the chill gusts were even ripping to his bones, especially over his cut. But he was stubborn, he could endure it.
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Marle Daviau
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One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Mar 22, 2010 15:55:07 GMT -6
Despite her absent minded behavior as she lead at her brisk pace, she was glad to hear that the man would not defer to a lesser person, nor demand to have her commander woken up. That would put her in deep with the Knight Commander, and really, she would have said no to begin with. She hadn't, however, really paid much heed to his previous comments before then, but since she had not spoken yet, it didn't quite matter.
Brushing her hair from covering her eye, Marle gave a pleased smile at Arthis, and shrugged her shoulders, coming before the building she was housed in. Standing outside the door, she turned to face him, almost as if it were part of a drill.
"Everyone has some sort of fear when they're unfamiliar with something."
It was a matter-of-fact tone she gave him, and then kept her back against the door, looking upwards to the sky and the over hanging shingles.
"I'm guessing you haven't settled in yet, so, until your departure, I'll have you housed here. Please, give me some time have your room prepared."
Marle was just about to go inside, but then she rounded on the Bernese-man and smirked, almost having been duped. Licking her lips, the cold didn't touch her, not like it would have most. Cold she was, but not so cold as it was overly bothersome, yet.
"I still need your name, so I can have the arrangements made."
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Post by Arthis on Mar 22, 2010 16:05:49 GMT -6
He half listened to what she had to say, not really caring at all. When she turns to face him, he naturally stares right back, his glare piercing as always. So she wanted his name eh? That was a realistic expectation, and now she had a purpose for asking for it other then pointless banter.
"I am Sir Arthis of the Obsidian Wing Wyvern Squad. On that note, I will require a stable as well to house my mount, rather then a local tavern shed. It will probably need to be a large stable, he is quite large even by Wyvern standards. I trust that will not be a problem?"
He may have phrased it as a question, but his voice did not sound as if he was truly asking for permission for anything.
He half wanted to just take the room and to hell with the furnishings, but he was careful on just how assertive he was. There was a fine line between forceful and disrespect.
He toed that line often.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Mar 22, 2010 16:23:17 GMT -6
Arthis..
She remembered that name well. With a nod of her head, she pushed open the heavy door with relative ease, and went inside. inside the large stone building, Marle could see servants rushing around to attend to duties. This was their time for work, since at night, there would be less interruption to their cleaning and various other doings.
One girl carrying an empty wooden bucket came by, not really noticing more than her feet on the tiling, until Marle reached out and grabbed her by the shoulder, causing a bit of shock as the young girl, around Marle's age, stopped and gave her a curious look. Marle motioned to Arthis with her lance and spoke clearly, and with authority.
"This is Sir Arthis of Bern's Obsidian Wing Wyvern Squad. Have a room prepared for him, and stabling set for his Wyvern."
It was rare, but there had been envoys from Bern before to arrive in Arphen, so naturally, there was a building big enough to house multiple creatures, as well as those trained to see them fed and taken care of. The young girl bobbed a curtsy to Arthis as well as Marle, and then motioned for him and her to follow. Marle had to go with him, just incase he may prove unfriendly.
"Where is your mount located currently, Sir Arthis, so that I may have a man go and fetch him."
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Post by Arthis on Mar 22, 2010 16:37:31 GMT -6
Arthis watched the girl, and how she took command of the peasants running around. So she did have some force in her, good to see. He allowed the edge of a smile to break his lips as she clearly and concisely explained instructions to the serving girl. When she asked where Riese was, he half debated going himself, but thought better of it in this weather. Some other fool could learn how to move a Wyvern.
"He is in an inn stable, 3 streets down on the north side of the road." He said. When he was there, he hadn't noticed the sign on the door. He didn't plan to stay there himself anyway. "If all else fails, there should only be one Wyvern in this area, so he should not be hard to find."
And so he followed the serving girl, taking in what he saw in the place. Plenty of cleaning servants, had they even seen a real battle up here?
He had to wonder.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Mar 22, 2010 16:59:43 GMT -6
As the three of them went about the hallways, she listened to Arthis tell about his Wyvern, and simply nodded. It'd be dealt with one way or another. She, however, was quite biased about the way she thought about them, since the Matriarch she fought with Syana and Parry, in their attempt to find and rescue Saturos. Marle hummed to herself quietly, a small tune she heard earlier today while in the market place.
It took some walking, but eventually, up the stairs, the serving girl stopped infront of a door, and pushed it open. The height of the doorway wasn't as tall as Arthis, but it was rather close. Still, he would have to dip inside. The room wasn't all that luxurious, but not many rooms were, not even her own. it served it's purpose, and looked comfortable enough.
Once inside, she eyed around a little bit, and nodded, looking to Arthis was a bit of sleep clouding her eyes. She had a few rough days behind her, and very little sleep to work with overall.
"Here it is. A servant will be around sometime in the morning to wake you in enough time to prepare yourself for the meeting with my commander, Sir Arthis." Marle nodded to him with a flat look, showing of boredom. She hadn't been in the capital for a year and some, and this wasn't the greatest day being back. As she left out the door, she turned for a moment in the doorway. "There will be a man posted outside your door, should you need anything."
Arthis wasn't a prisoner, but the guard was out of necessity, especially since he was of Bern. Bern didn't trust Ilia, and Ilia was almost the same with them, especially with the rioting and civil war breaking out.
"Have a good night."
Marle tried to sound sincere, but she was much too tired for the games now, and quickly left, heading down the halls, back to her room...hopefully her armor was ready by tomorrow.
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