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Looshi

She was a sweet woman. Maybe a little oblivious, but he had his moments of that as well. His eyes glanced toward where his clothing was, laying splayed on the ground. Luckily, Essyrni attire had been easy to wiggle out of. He spied his glasses on the ground, and felt a pang of longing. He hoped no one stepped on them.

"Yes, you may bring him." There was a kind sort of laughter in his eyes. But it was for the best, he figured, that Malika didn't know. It may save his master a headache.

The guards came. And Simone watched their gapping mouths as they looked on the scene. Without taking any chances they drew their swords; they shimmered as the sunlight caught the steel. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he watched them draw near. He didn't dare move, lest he spook them. The men's faces were stern, and serious. It was a grave crime to murder someone, and that was what he did. There was no denying that the man's throat was tore out by inhuman teeth, or the blood stains on his fur.

"What do we do?" He heard one of the younger guards say.

"The Shah's slave said there was a thief," Another one said. "There may be others. You two, check the rest of the gardens. Hack all the damn flowers if you need to."

"What about...That wolf? How did it even get in here?"

"I'd prefer if you'd not kill me until you've heard my case." Simone said, startling them. The points of swords came in his eyesight. "I... I don't have any intention of hurting anyone else."

"A magic beast?"

"Get some bindings, and get that dagger out of him. It could be evidence of where this thief came from, and who he was if we can find the blacksmith."

Simone didn't struggle as he was bound by the neck and led off into confinement. Where he would await his sentence.

Alegretto

The most senior guard at the scene, a man with the rank of sergeant, went to find the captain as soon as he was sure that the others had the situation in hand. There was potential danger in the palace and he would need to know about it. The man strode with purpose down the halls towards the audience chamber. He entered the grand room through a side entrance that kept him mostly out of sight of the visitors.

The Captain-of-the-Guard stood in his customary place behind the Shah's throne. From his vantage point, he could surveil the whole room, which is why he noticed one of his sergeants entering through a side door. He kept the surprise that ran through him off of his face. Everyone knew that this was an important meeting and Mal'hin knew that the sergeant wasn't a stupid man. He wouldn't have promoted him if he was. Something important must be happening.

The sergeant walked over to Mal'hin as stealthily as possible,  and the captain leaned down so the shorter man could whisper in his ear. The fellow urgently relayed the details of the last few minutes into his superior's ear.

A thief and an enchanted wolf? He sighed internally. It seemed like every day he worked this job the times got stranger and stranger. His soldier's wouldn't know what to do with this event.

He needed to take personal control of this situation and get to the bottom of it. He looked over the sergeant who had brought him the news and considered all he knew about the man. In his memory he was solid and reliable. He'd been in Mal'hin's service for a long time, and he trusted the man, marginally. More than he believed in most of his subordinates.

He patted the man's shoulder, and whispered to him: "Alright sergeant, thank you for informing me. I will take control from here on. I'm ordering you to stay here and watch over the Shah. Defend her faithfully, and there may be advantage for you in it."

The sergeant straightened immediately and threw a salute. Everyone knew that Mal'hin's lieutenant and second-in-command had been disgraced recently. The position was open, and very coveted. The captain nodded, satisfied. This man would do a good job. He stepped from his position, and allowed the sergeant to take it. He turned on his heel and went out the same door that the sergeant had come in from.

Once in the corridors, he started making his way to the barracks. He diverted any guard patrols he encountered to the audience chamber. They would take up posts by the doors, first outside them and then inside. They had drilled for this and each knew what places to fill in what order. The Shah's location was first priority of defense in case of a potential danger, and the elite palace guard was aware of the defense points of each room in the palace. Ma'hin had made sure of it.

He soon arrived in the center-of-command for his organization. It was purposely set centrally in the palace, to make travel there as fast as possible from any location in the place. The barracks was where The guards would bring any suspicious people they apprehended, and if he was going to investigate the current situation, this was where he should start.

He threw open the doors to the common room. "Alright, where's the talking wolf?" He almost smashed his palm into his face at the words. Had he really just said that? These were strange times indeed.

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Looshi

A man approached the captain, his back straight and gait full of purpose. He was older than he looked, and that did not always give the impression that he knew what he was doing. His jaw was clenched, readying himself to speak with his superior. 

"We have him holed up in one of the interrogation rooms, sir." He said, giving a salute. "I can escort you there when you're ready. The wolf has been strangely cooperative, which has made him easy to subdue."

***

   They had brought him a bowl of water, Simone was thankful for that and expressed it. The guard looked taken aback at his words, most like they didn't expect a wolf to be polite, or talk for that matter. While he was a monster, he knew when not to be savage. It would get him no where here. Simone lapped up the water with his tongue, savouring the cold as it washed the blood out of his mouth and sated his thirst, though the red still stained his muzzle. He favoured his right leg; the shoulder in which the dagger had been embedded, and twisted. Putting weight on it enticed searing pain, and he couldn't help but give out small whines when he misjudged his steps. His paw was lifted off from the floor as he stood, and his other front leg was starting to feel the strain. He soon eased himself into laying down.

Simone eyed the guard positioned at the door. He was tall, and had an awkwardness to his movements, like he didn't know what to do with his limbs. The young man had a dusting of patchy facial hair on his chin. Simone thought it made him look a little ridiculous. He was trying too hard.

"What's your name?"  He asked, all he got in return was silence and eyes darting away to look at a far wall. Simone laid down his head.

   He didn't know what to do, and his mind was floundering for answers; even a little glimmer of hope to show him the way out of this. Simone thought of his master, Jherna, and imagined her disappointed face, the way her eyebrows would furrow and her lips turn down into a frown. He gave a low whine, and the guard flinched. Readying himself for death was something he prepared himself for ever since he had been bitten and figured out what was going on with him; that his nature was changing, becoming more of a beast than what he ever thought was possible. All the talking to himself, deciding what he would say as his last words, what he would think in those fleeting moments. He would imagine better days, happiness. The moments he loved instead of the ones he regretted. Simone would even brush over the memories of Ayla, and remember that some nights he missed her scent all too strong.

   His ears twitched at the sound of footsteps, and he lifted his head. The door opened and he gazed upon a tall, built man with shoulder length dark hair.

   The Captain.

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OOC: Rhi, I hope it's ok I just presume that, while all of the there stuff was going down, Jherna and Persea were discussing business 8D
If not I can fix lol

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The merchant princess had quite an extensive set of wares to show, and was proudly discussing with the Shah herself about the richness of the scents and the varying degrees of imported locations. But it was hard for Persea to hear Jherna's spiel when the ears on her two pharaoh hounds swiveled at the subtle exiting of her Captain of the Guard. Though his exit and 'replacement' irked her, she remained cool headed as her green eyes remained on the sparkling, amber colored perfume bottle she now held.

"So you say this scent is cultivated from the jungles?" Persea went on, and used two delicate fingers to pluck open the crystal cap as she allowed herself to waft the smells towards her nose. But as she did so, the pair of Pharaoh hounds resting on either sides of her throne suddenly were brought to life, the hackles raising on their back sides and teeth flashing white as tehy were frothing barks and howls as they rushed towards the door the Captain of the guard had disappeared through.

The very action startled the Shah herself, and the opened bottle of rare, exported perfume fell through her fingers crashed onto her chest, half the contents pouring down and stickying up the front of her clothing before it eventually tumbled to the floor and shattered into a thousand pieces of shimmering colors.

For a moment, the Shah stared, stunned that she had been defiled by so much perfume, and the smells- over whelming as her eyes burned at the scent. But something else burned as  her hands clenched into fists and she turned herself in the direction where the dogs were now pawing furiously at the side, gilded door.

"Nuft! Neft!" she said, snapping her fingers twice as she strolled across the grounds, shoulders back and head held high. But it seems the two dogs ignored the tone in her voice and continued to snap angrily and paw like savage beasts at the door.

Irritation was evident on the Shah's face, her brow wrinkling as she continued to make her way towards her dogs when the door they were pawing at opened up-
and there the pair of hounds went, ferociously barking through the halls. Seeing who was responsible, she threw up her arms in anger and proceeded to chew the poor guard out, but when it was revealed to her another trespasser was found on the premise (considering she hadn't been informed of the first), her expression changed greatly to that of surprise as her lips gaped open as she stared at him.

Turning towards the Sergeant, she snapped her fingers towards him.
"You will escort me there." And to Jherna, she rose her head a bit higher, and told her, "Wait here. We can discuss this once this matter is resolved." And with a fluttering of her skirts, she and the sergeant left, leaving Jherna alone in the Shah's place, and only two guards standing nearby to keep an eye on her.

But off to the side of the room in a plush bed lay Persea's other pet, a cheetah, with it's tail lightly tapping on the floor as it's eyes studied the merchant princess in silence.
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Alegretto

Mal'hin let his subordinate lead him to the room with the wolf. He looked through the window of the door to get a better look at this mysterious creature. It looked like big . Much bigger than an average wolf, that was for sure. He turned to the guard. "So what happened? What exactly is going on here?"

The looked wide-eyed. "We're not really sure yet sir. That wolf in their killed a man who appears to have been a thief, but we don't know anything for sure."

Mal'hin looked again at the wolf, and then turned back to his subordinate. "And it talks?"

The guard nodded. "Yes sir. Very politely too."

Mal'hin nodded in understanding. "So did you think to ask it what happened?" The man looked thunderstruck and the captain almost hit his forehead with is palm. He never wondered at the training of the men in his guard, they were prepared for any situation they'd gone over, but he often worried about their ability to cope with things out of the ordinary. His concerns were just validated in the worst way. He was going to have to figure out a way to teach his men to improvise...

But that was for another day. Now it was time to get to the bottom of this. He opened the door and went inside the interrogation room. He decided a no-nonsense approach was the best solution for now. There was enough nonsense in this situation already. "Good afternoon, I am Captain Mal'hin of the royal guard. Why don't you fill me in on exactly who you are and what's going on here."

He really hoped this would could speak and understand him, because he was suddenly feeling like the butt of an awful practical joke, and he didn't want to actually look like one too.

Looshi

Fortunately for the captain, it wasn't a practical joke. Or unfortunately depending how one looked at it. Simone could have been sassy and not answered, but it wasn't in his mind or nature to do so. Though he did consider it, if only for a moment.

"I'm Simone, sir." He said, lowering his head slight. Simone knew he was on the larger side of a wolf. Big, fat and fluffy. With more emphasis on the fat part. He did not want to intimidate the man, if it was at all possible. Simone mulled over his next words, worrying whether or not he should involve Jherna in this - then he imagined her scolding him for not.

"I belong to Jherna Isarak." He continued, his tongue feeling heavy. "I was in the garden, w-with the Shah's slave, Malika. There was a scent, an odd and misplaced one. One that didn't fit. I was led by instinct... I admit that. I grabbed, no, I bit the leg of the intruder. Um, there was a spell concealing them." 

He paused, his eyes darting away out of embarrassment. This wasn't his forte. Talking to people, that is.

"The magic broke, I think the person dropped jewels, I heard Malika..." He stopped and whined. "I-I'm sorry. The man kicked me, and I lunged. He dug a dagger in me, and I ripped his throat out."

Well, he didn't have to be that blunt on the matter. Oh well.

Alegretto

The wolf was very informative, and his explanation was welcomingly concise. Mal'hin was glad for the simplicity and directness in the answer. His story had the ring of truth to it, and his cooperation was scoring big points in his favor, but the captain wanted more verification, of course.

"Thank you for the information Simone. I'm gonna get those people you mentioned and see what they have to say, so you just sit tight here." He left the room and addressed the soldier who had brought him to the room. "You," he searched for the man's name, "Apos, go find Malika, you know her, and get somebody else to go and request Jherna Isarak's presence. She should be in the audience chamber."

Apos nodded and ran off to do what his superior requested. "And someone bring me to that thief's body!" he shouted to no one in particular. Someone would fill his request. They were trained to.


Elsewhere, as the Shah strode through the halls of the palace, the guards they encountered fell into a protective box around her. Normally, she could move through the halls of the palace with only minimal guard, but an intruder meant that she needed to be protected. Eventually, eight guards surrounded her in a box formation made to make sure that she would be safe from any side. The guards didn't have the authority to stop the Shah, but they could protect her.

Rhindeer

Jherna jumped violently when the hounds started barking, and a second later she cringed at the sound of shattering glass. Oh dear. That perfume had been quite expensive to make, and would sell for three times the amount it had taken to produce it--and not to mention the oils, Kishahni import, were very difficult to acquire as they came from a deep, dangerous part of the jungle--she'd had to hire an expedition just to bring her the plant she needed!

She took a deep breath and tried not to think of that even as she wanted to internally panic, and panic some more when she realized the Shah had spilled the perfume all over her beautiful clothes and skin. A tiny little dab went a long way, and that much was strong enough it was beginning to sting her eyes!

But before Jherna could offer to help the Shah clean up, she was striding away to handle the dogs. Which was great, because dogs made her nervous. Predatory animals with large, sharp teeth and loud noises made her nervous in general.

Well. Except for one. But that one also talked. And that one wasn't always furry.

And that was why Jherna had a difficult time when the Shah got called away to deal with an intruder--multiple intruders, apparently!--and told her to stay in the room until it had been dealt with.

Jherna stared back at the cheetah staring at her, and swallowed hard. Then she remembered that staring at a predator was a bad idea and looked away, but she could still hear the light thump of its tail. Cheetahs were rather small, but it was still as big as her, at least! And though it was thin and pretty, all animals were deceptively strong...and those claws...and teeth...and it was looking at her. Maybe wondering what she tasted like...

She managed to sit there a few minutes, but between the overwhelming smell of perfume and a cheetah that looked like it was sizing her up, she could take no more. Standing briskly, she rushed for the door--she could explain the cheetah had scared her, right?--and was about to slip out when she bumped headlong into a guard.

"Jherna Isarak?" he said, and she nodded. "You're needed at once. Come with me."

Confused (but also relieved), she followed after him as he escorted her down the hall. "Is something the matter?" It was a stupid question in retrospect; there were intruders, of course something was wrong! But she was more curious, and concerned, with how this matter required her presence.

"The Captain requires your presence," the guard answered, for he didn't yet have all the facts himself to be able to brief her, and Jherna's heart sank.

It wasn't long before they caught up to the Shah's procession and fell into step behind the group, keeping a respectable distance away.
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Malika remained where she had been left, looking submissive but impatient.  She was worried about the talking wolf and the terrible wound it had suffered in retrieving Mistess's jewels.  he deserved care and gratitude, neither of which, she feared, the guards would supply.  (Not that it was their fault...  Their training lay in other things.)

When a guard arrived, Malika was on her feet in an instant.  "Can I see him now?"

"The Captain wishes to see you first.  it's up to him if you see the wolf."

Malika nodded in understanding and fell into step behind the guard.  They reached the antechamber as the Shah's procession entered the corridor.

"Mistress..."

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The procession of men and ladies following her showed up swiftly to the holding cell where the wolf was kept, and as she was paused at the door way, she was informed the guards inside her palace were still making chase of the second thief.

"If you find the second, capture him for questioning and bring him here!" she commanded, then turned towards where she heard her name. "Malika!" The girl seemed as white as a ghost. "What has happened?" THough she knew the gist of it, hearing it from her most trusted slave not only showed how much she trusted the girl, but of her concern for her as well.
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Ivory

Malika was relieved to see her mistress.  The guards, of course, stepped aside to allow her access to the protective box.  "It's terrible, Mistress!  There was a giant wolf in the garden -- and it spoke to me!  And then, all of a sudden, there was a man there.  He had your jewels, Mistress, and the wolf attacked him and killed him."  A shudder went through her as the fresh memory of the dead man ran through her mind.  "But he was hurt..."  Her expression fell at the thought; even with her veil on, her expressiveness was clear.  "And the guards forbade me to bring him water or the doctor."

(OOC: Sorry for the cruddy post.  I accidentally deleted the first one.  ;_;  I'd wager Rhi's character could probably overhear her!)

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Persea was taken back.
"Talking wolf?" And her lips fell open as the rest of the statement was given, and it took her a few moments to collect herself before hardening her features as she nodded.
"Well it is good to see one thief is taken care of." And she glared at her guards. "Come. Let me speak to the beast personally." And she paused to stare over at her slave and gestured for her to come to her side. "But you are not lieing? There truly is a beast who talks?"
It was dizzying to think! But why would Malika lie?
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Ivory

Malika nodded slightly.  "He was, actually, very polite..."  For a wolf and for a man both...  Strangely, it was the fact he was so polite that made his ability to talk seem so surreal...

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Persea made a face.
"So very strange. To think, talking beasts!" And ones who had manners. "What did the wolf say?" For she was curious what could have made her own slave say such things. She knew Malika was no fool. Sweet, but not a fool.
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Ivory

"Well," she began thoughtfully.  "He was, as I said, quite polite.  And sensible about things."  A bit ashamedly, the girl admitted, "It was he who told me to fetch the guards, Mistress.  I was in such shock and so concerned for him, I wasn't thinking clearly."

Yes, a kind wolf -- even if he had just killed a man!

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Persea digested this with a curt nod.
"Yes, well, let us not waste any more time!" And with an impatient wave, the guards lead the way-
and deep within the bowels of the dungeon, behind a locked door- was the wolf in question, and as the guards lead her that way, she hesitated before finally approaching, and taking a few timid steps as she blinked.

She felt the fool, but figured, as the Shah she ought to be the one starting off these sorts of conversation.

"So I heard you stopped a thief in my garden, wolf?" And though her voice was a command, there was still the hint of uncertainty there.
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Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

Alegretto

Mal'hin looked over the body of the thief with a careful eye. He was Essyrni, and he was well-equipped, but his keen eye could discern little else. The man clearly took careful efforts to look ordinary, and there was nothing on his person to assist on identifying him at all.

He was going to look over it all again when a guard came to get him. "Sir, Malika and Jherna Isarak have arrived, and the Shah too."

Mal'hin looked up in surprise. "What is she..?" he started, but the guard's blank look told him that the man had no idea.

He stalked away from the room with the body down the corridor down to where Simone was being held. He saw the crowd of people standing by the door, and called out, "Just what is going on here?!"

Looshi

Simone licked at the blood on his fur, the movement of his head causing a shock of pain to run through him. He whined low, or started to, for he caught himself with the form of the guard posted inside the room in the corner of his eyes. If he could blush, he'd be embarrassed by his show of weakness.

The captain of the guard left him much to think about. The man did not seem entirely displeased with his actions, nor did he give him any idea of what was to become of him. His heart was heavy with the thought of his master dealing with this. He never wanted to put more weight on her shoulders. Simone's job was to take it off of hers. Or well, his purpose. He didn't have a say in what he did.

He thought of the kind girl Malika - Simone had a desperate want to apologize; to make up for the ruined afternoon and involving her in such a mess. Maybe if he saw her again. That was an if he didn't have to remind himself of.

For long moments, all was quiet, and he laid his head on his front paws. He would stare at the guard, and find an amusement in watching him squirm. He had no intention of hurting him, or forcing his way out. At last, on the edges of breath, he heard footsteps approaching. Many footsteps. He heard voices, and his heart thudded in his chest.

The door opened with a creak, and what he saw was something he never thought he would.

The Shah.

"Y-Y-yes, your magnificence." He squeaked out, keeping his head low out of respect. "I caught the thief in your garden and killed him. I apologize for getting blood on the flowers. They were beautiful."

visualspice

Persea ignored the shout from her Captain of the guard. She didn't have to explain why she desired to be here and turned her back to him as she regarded the wolf. At his words, she found herself going silent as thoughts rolled through her head.

"And just how did you, and the thief, go about getting onto my grounds? I do not recall a lack in security..." Nor inviting such a beast into her palace- hero or not!
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

Looshi

His heart thudded in his chest, and he wondered if it was so loud that the Shah could here it. What a big brave beast he was, he internally joked. He had his moments, of course. But most of him was timid.

"I...I don't know about the t-thief, your magnificence." He stuttered out. "But I belong to my master Jherna. I'm...I'm not always a wolf."

He couldn't lie to the Shah, after all.

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