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(Canticle of Hope) Ch. 5: Closer to Home (NSFW)

Euterpe' arrow went high. It skipped off the shoulder of a Harvester guarding the door, the graze not near enough to draw blood. It continued across the scene of erotic violation to quiver in a far wall.

Emi's blow, on the other hand, struck true. Lightning arched over her bolas as she pinned the harvester's arms to his chest, slamming into his ribs and shocking his body.

Heartseeker burst through the elevator door, then hurled it out of it's housing completely. Melapamini found herself in a chamber with six Harvester's having their way with the girls from the building, hammering their woody cocks down yielding channels. The girls were so far gone they were grinding back against their violators, but even still several of them threw the Ebon Mare pleading looks.
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Melpomene

Melomene grit her teeth when she got up to the hallway. She lifted her wrist and again launched a snowflake shuriken, this time targeting the monster Emi had weakened. Winter Star's crystal shuriken took it square in the chest and it crumpled.


Kohaku
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For Kohaku, the Harvester's were beyond her range. The ninja girl hesitated to charge down the hall. Instead, she held tow kunai at the ready and advanced with the magic girls.
 
The six harvesters in the room glanced at Melapmine in the elevator shaft. With angry snarls, they rutted hard. Their green hips gyrated lighting fast. Their victims screamed out, breasts rocking, bodies tight, sweaty. Many of them wailed as they felt their wombs welcome harvester seed as the monster's gushed inside of them.

The one still standing in the door held up a hand. A Red fruit appeared. He lobbed it down range at the lead girls and it exploded in a puse of thunder and concussive force that slammed into the advancing heroines.

The ninja girl did a back flip out of the worst of the blast, while Melpomene pushed against the wall and sheltered her face with her wings.

Area attack (Everyone but Melanippe) 4 to hit for 10 damage. 5 on a miss.
Heroes move!
 
Urania twisted defensively away as she saw the harvester preparing to throw his fruit. Her hood shielded her face from the worst of the blast; aside from a slight ringing in her ears, she was largely unharmed.

“Fine,” she muttered. “If they’re not going to come to us…”

Abruptly, the kitsune lowered her head and charged recklessly forward. Her cloak billowed as she ran, her arms outstretched behind her. She came to a sudden stop only a few meters from the harvester at the door, pivoted on one foot, and brought her whip swinging forward with her body’s momentum. Her aim wasn’t merely to strike the harvester, but to entangle him, pin his arms, and keep him from making another attack.

2 damage from the attack leaves Urania with 34 HP (29 normal, 5 temp).
Charging as a Standard action for +2 to my attack roll but -2 Reflex defense (putting me on 14).
Attack roll to start a grapple: Natural one! :LOL:

Unfortunately, there was a bit of a gulf between what Urania aimed to do, and what she was actually physically practiced enough to pull off...
 
With a sudden burst of energy Melanippe burst into the small room. Skidding to a halt on the balls of her feet, her hair whipping forward with the momentum she carried. The young magical warrior gathered her surroundings, the smell of sex and semen filled her nostrils almost making her gag on the very scent. Repulsed by the actions of the creatures around her, Melanippes eyes slowly began to turn away from the soft purple to a deep blood red.

"Foul creatures, this is where you end!" Her words full of anger and spite.

Whipping around of the closest creature, Melanippe dashed forward. With Heartseeker in both hands she trailed the blade across the floor behind her leaving a small groove in the floor. Bringing the blade across at head height she tried to sever the creatures head in one strike.

Swift Action
Rage: 1d20 (16)+15=31
((+6 onto attacks and damage))

Attack roll
(1d20)+rage+attack bonuses
5+6+6= 17 to hit

Damage
2d8 +rage + bonuses
11+6+10=27
Hitpoints 46
phantom 7
 
The power of the grenade was enough to falter the chorus and even had Euterpe stumble and fall to her ass hard. What with her hands in action she could not shield her sensitive ears. Ending the chorus on wobbly notes, the Violet Violation Vindicating Violinist focused her will on the strings, her friends needed her. Rising to her knees, had she been knocked to her hip? Well, round one to the slathering beasts, yet same with the song, perhaps she needed a more consistently uplifting repertoire. Finish the set girl, her thoughts urged.

~~The devil opened up his case
And he said, "I'll start this show"
And fire flew from his fingertips
As he rosined up his bow
Then he pulled the bow across the strings
And it made an evil hiss
And a band of demons joined in
And it sounded something like this~~

She renewed her efforts, her love for her sisters, her strength within their blows, her grace within their step and her will within their resolve.

Due to the effects of the song
+1 attack roll
+1 damage roll
+1 skill check
 
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The wrath of the Ebon Mare was frightful and her blade struck true. Despite the woody resilience of the harvester's flesh, she severed his neck from his head!

Feeling her hope lifted by the spirited song, Kohaku found herself wanting to show these amazing girls her own power, but she shouldn't...

At least, not yet.

Pulling a stack of shuriken from her bodice, she skipped to the side and flipped tow of them at Urania's target.

One steel star embeded in each eye and he crumpled. "Yata, I got him!" the ninja girl bounced happily, then zipped up behind Urania.

Melpomene flipped Frost Reaver off her back as she continued down the hall. She thrust it towards the heavens and arctic chill radiated from the already icy blade. Speeding into a full charge, she past into the room where Melpomene was already making the Harvesters pay for seeding the girls instead of immediately pulling out to defend themselves. She shot right up to one and brought the ax down hard! She sheered the harvester in two from head to crotch and the flash frozen unnatural flesh shattered where it hit the floor!

Melanipe's blow strikes true.
Kohaku scores a critical hit with her shuriken--rapid shot--and deals enough damage to kill the harvester.
plays the odds to up her effectiveness with her ax. Bless: +1 to hit. Charge +2 to hit. Winter Strike: +1 to hit, +3d6 damage. She hits with two to spare. (Thank you Harbinger.) And deals 33 damage. Fatality! Charge drops reflex defense to 12.

The three harvester's left breathed hard as they pulled out of their victims and spun about, choosing their targets. Woody fists high, one charged Melanipe, launching a haymaker at her chin.

15 to hit for 7 damage.

A second launched himself at Melpomene and slammed his first up under her breasts. The tenshi girl gave an oof of pain and staggered back, struggling for breath, breasts bouncing from the impact.

The last harvester tried a diferent tactic. He held himself inside his spassaming victim, seed still pulsing. Turning his eyes on URania, he puffed forth a cloud of pollen. With each breath, Urania's blood ran hotter!

If 12 overcomes your will defense, cease the battle and try to ravish Kohaku. :)


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Urania averted her gaze once more as she saw the harvester’s intent, but the side of her hood was hardly enough to shield her from an attack which filled the very air she was breathing. She felt her skin flush as she inhaled the pollen’s sweat scent, her knees growing weak as a fire began to build inside her. Unbidden, the kitsune’s eyes came to rest on the shapely kunoichi by her side. Her gaze lingered over the swell of Kohaku’s breasts, the curve of her thighs just as they vanished beneath the shadows of her kimono. Urania licked her suddenly-dry lips, wondering what it would be like to pull Kohaku against her, to feel the ninja’s body writhe against her own, hear her gasp against her ear as she slid her fingers…

Focus, Hitomi! the kitsune chided herself. What are you thinking? She punctuated the thought with a shake of her head and a sharp exhale of breath, and snapped her head back towards the harvester responsible for her sudden flight of fancy. Her body still burned as she dashed towards him, but Urania ignored it; she allowed herself to see nothing but her target, feel nothing but the flex of the whip of light in her hand, think only of its arc as she lashed it towards him…

This time, her aim was a little better.

16 Will resists the attack (sadly :p).

Attempting another pin attack with the whip, this time with no charge.
Attack roll: 13 + 1 (from Euterpe's buff) = 14.

If that hits, I believe that means he's grabbed (unable to move, -2 to attack rolls with non-natural/light weapons) and we make opposed grapple checks. If I win, he is both grappled (needs to make an Acrobatics check to break free) and pinned (unable to act at all and loses his Dex bonus to Reflex Defense, until the start of my next turn).

Grapple check: 15 + 4 = 19. (I'm assuming Euterpe's buff doesn't apply to that one)

(Basing my understanding of the grappling rules on Grappling 101, please let me know if any of that is incorrect!)
 
Euterpe allowed her hands to flow through the strums, and sawings that provided the next chords and stanzas. Her eyes swept from corner to corner as she took in, not the enemies, but their victims. Could she see them away from the beasts? Then her eyes took them in with more details. The flushed cheeks, the inflamed veins, the shallowed breathing and panting. Hmmm, would the insemination count as disease? Only one way to see if the corruption was possible to be purged. This was different than Isabella, Isabella wanted hers, and it was more than a few cells. If she was quick enough, she may be able to clean the system before the actual impregnation. Decided, she turned to the nearest beauty for her experiment.

By grace and glory, she directed her tune and chorus to seeking out the corruption and bleaching out the infection. It is fine dear, she thought, my hands are full, but...
Twisting around and arching her back deeply, she lay her head upon the panting breasts of the girl and latching her own mouth to the empassioned woman's lips.

1d20+11
18+11 = 29
 
As the green skinned creature swung at melanippe, she managed to react in the last moment as the blow skimmed her nose. Her plan had worked, she had drawn the attention of most of the creatures in the room. Enough that they had stopped ravishing their victims. Stepping back to steady her footing from the narrow miss, the Ebon Mare lunged heartseeker at the chest of the creature that dared attack her. In her raged filled state, planning beyond drawing the attention of the creatures was beyond her reason.

Rage continued ~limit Break~
Increasing rage to +8

Attack roll
(1d20)+rage+attack bonuses
3+8+6= 17 to hit

Damage roll
Damage
2d8 +rage + bonuses
3+10+10=23

driving the spear through the chest of the creature, she stared it dead in the eyes. "i bet you wish you stayed home now" with one single movement she removed the spear from the chest of the creature.

Hitpoints 46
phantom 1
 
Emi took after one of the green men still standing that had no one fighting it and leaped at it lashing out with her claws but sadly she missed judged the distance between her and her target and went skidding past it completely missing.
 
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The whimpering girl's full bossom swayed as she cried softly.

Then, a hot, beatufiul hand on one breast. A loving kiss, passionate and comapssionate and beatuiful. She gasped, free breast heavign with bliss. Light arched through her body, cleansing her inside and out, even purifying her womb.

In the doorway, the mandrake devil raised his arm to block the lash, but Hitomi gave it extra play at the last second. The whip wrapped around the monster's chest and bound it's arm there.

Reflex Defense 14
Grapple 17

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Melpomene

Melpomene rolled Frost Reaver's blade around her as she built up speed to a chage. She twirled the massive ice axe twice. Then, reaching the Harvester Urania had bound, she swung Frost Reaver high...

Bound by the whip, the monster couldn't defend. Sap sprayed the ceiling as it's head flew form it's shoulders!


Kohaku
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Kohaku danced up to door and launched the pair of Kunai at a Harvester fighting the Ebon Mare. He somehow heard the whistle of the daggers and jerked tot he side. They skipped off of his woody shoulder.
 
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The last three remaining harvesters now encircled the amazon magic girl in her fighting fury. One ducked under her spear and launched a roundhouse punch at Melanipi's tight waist.

22 to hit for 8 damage.

The hammer fist drove the air from the Ebon Mare's lungs. As she struggled to inhale, the next mandrake devil puffed pollen into her lips. Melanipi felt her blood run hot, and sweat bead on her hot, suddenly sensitive skin. She had to resist! If she gave into the lust, she'd loose her berserk!

Aphrodesiac Pollen: 13 vs. Melanipi's will defense.

The last harvester shifted clear of the amazon and pulled a juicy red fruit from nowhere. HE hurled it into the doorway and a burst of concusive force washed over Melpomene and Kohaku!

The girls both twisted away and took the concussive force on their backsides.

3 to hit in an area for 17 stun damage.


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Half a heartbeat as she basked in the afterglow of the kiss, a moment of paradise, broken by the rocking explosion of the fruitbomb hurled at her sisters. Hot red cheeks as from a fresh spanking color the pair near the entrance, but they did not seem too badly injured. Kye panned her view across the prone forms of the women in passionate repose. They seemed as lethargic as the proverbial man, just roll over and fall asleep after the act was done. She smiled at the sally in her head.

Then her eyes fell upon their raging warrior, Melanippe, spear low and in a grip of desperation, knees shaky and weak, anger and ahegao warring for dominance upon her face. She needed more than help, more than someone to take one of the guys off her, she needed her resolve and rage back. She closed the stanza as she dashed forward.

Righting herself, Kye bound high upon the back of the couch, her next step off the wall a clear twelve feet further into the room, rebounding high arcing just beneath the ceiling and descending directly towards the open elevator shaft. At the last second the nekomimi twisted upside-down and whipped her legs out to the side to brace her heels upon the open and jambed elevator doors. Her fiddle snaked out in her left hand to lay a smart smack upon the Ebon Mare's ass. "Fight you bitch! Or are you too hungry for their weak-assed wood." With a quick, sharp thrust from her bow, she attempted to skewer the lower jaw of the passion breathing harvester, while she lashed a peg strike from her violin at wee willy winky between the kicking harvester's legs.

3 rounds left at +2 to attack, damage, and skill checks

Acrobatics to avoid AoO
Acrobatics d20(12)+16 +2 =30

Perform check to anger the berserker
if you overcome Melanippe's will defense she gets +2 to her will defense
Perform d20(17) +11 +2 = 30
 
Urania wrinkled her nose as Melpomene struck the head from the Harvester she had bound. The gory sight went a fair way to cooling the heat which still burned inside her veins. With a flick of her wrist, the kitsune snapped her whip free from its victim and out to its full length, sending a second spray of sap through the air like a splash of paint from a wild stroke of a brush. With a second flick, she pulled the weapon back in, curling it around her hand before clipping it back to her hip.

“Try to take one alive,” she said softly, to Melpomene’s back. “They could be our path to the Mandrake Devil.”

Twisting on the spot, the kitsune raised her bow once more and brought the fruit-hurling Harvester - the one not engaged in melee with her friends - called forth a shining arrow into her now-free hand, and fired. This arrow was intended to weaken, not kill; as it flew through the air it flattened into a beam of light, losing its point and seeming to pass through the target rather than strike them, leaving them drained and exhausted as it burned at the darkness inside.

Sheathing my whip as a move action.
Firing my bow (using a stun arrow) at the fruit-throwing Harvester:
d20(11) + 4 + 3 = 18 (including point-blank bonus and Kye’s buff).
2d8(7) + 1 + 3 = 11 damage (including point-blank and buff), halved because it’s a stun arrow = 5 damage. -2 steps on the condition track if 16 exceeds its damage threshold.
 
Emi looked to the surrounded amazon and focused her gaze and lined up a throw as she unleashed the bolas but sadly the skidded to a halt just short of the harvester she was aiming for to try and alleviate the pressure on the amazon she sighed and muttered a curse under her breath.
 
Melanippe's mind fogged with the fury of battle as she pressed the attack, unaware of the growing threat of the mandrake surrounding her. As she swung heartseeker towards one of remaining mandrake devils it ducked the blow and retaliated. The punch landed square into her flat stomach causing the wind to leave her lungs. Natural instinct took over and as the amazonian warrior gasped to catch her breath, she found herself breathing in more then just air. In an amazing combined attack she now found her body flaring up with an unfamiliar yet ravishing lust.

Oblivious to her surroundings Melanippe tried to fight off the growing heat in her loins. However the pollen of the mandrake was too strong and soon the blood red rage started fading from her eyes. She planted the point of heartseeker into the ground to help stabilise her now buckling knees. As she leaned against the shaft of the spear she found herself pressing her groan against it. With slow and resisted motion she began to rub against the spear shaft, her skin tight costume not leaving much to the imagination.
 
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Urania's radiant arrow took her target squarely in the woody chest. He staggered back and convulsed, then shook off the wound, but still reeled. A sappy puncture remained on his chest.

Emi's bola flew wide.

The remaining Harvester's snickered and leered at Melanippe's lewd performance.

Melpomene blushed pretty hard at the sight as well. She darted in at the harvester who'd puffed his pheromones at the amazon. Melpomene's ax came high and descended in a cross cut that separated the harvester's head and right shoulder from it's chest and hips.

Maybe Kohaku was a little bit more frustrated by being showed up by her new friends than she should let herself be, but the ninja girl gave a moan of sensual hone and ran her fingers throuhg her own hair. Comping out with two long midnight purple needles she launched them both at the harvester who wasn't in the process of being stunned. Both embedded in the monster's face, but missed the over sized eyes. The harvester groaned in pain and jerked the two spikes out. he tossed them away, only to find them coiling and fluttering throuhg the air in the form of twin strands of hair.


The harvester spun away from the ninja girl. He ran to the magic girl holding herself up in the elevator door by the splits. He reached up to grab Euterpe by the hair. his other hand pressed up under her skirt and rubbed her labia, trying to make her gasp as he pulled her down and crushed his lips into the innocent musicians.

The pollen flooded Euterpe's lungs with erotic fire!

Reeling from the stunning bolt, the other harvester still standing wove his way around Melpomene to Urania and launched an uppercut at her torso, just bellow her breasts.

23 vs. Euterpe's will defense to overwhelm her with lust.

13 vs. melanippe's will defense to keep the lust strong.

14 vs. Urania's reflex defense or suffer 7 bludgeoning damage.


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*9 Dead
*10 -12
*11 -5 HP, Condition -1, -2
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The offensive little beasty thought he had game? He grabbed her by the hair, good. He drew her to his mouth, ok, needs chapstick bad. Then going straight for third base... Really? And then he let out that rohypnol/rank ass breath into my mouth! Ew! Ever hear of mouthwash? She breathed deep, and the chem burn they provided, felt, good. Ok, third base, she could give him that. Reaching down, she wrapped her violin arm around his head, her bow hand pinning his hand to her pussy.

2 rounds left at +2 to attack, damage, and skill checks
 
The harvester gave a hissing rumble of lust. He pulled Euterpe down and around in front of him while they kissed, so that it would be hard to get t him without her getting in the way. He ran two fingers up and down the young maiden's petals, caressing firmly from channel to labia to clit.
 
The kitsune’s eyes stayed locked on her target as the harvester weaved through the battlefield towards her. She calmly raised one arm skyward, calling another shining arrow into existence between her fingers, and subtly shifted the weight on her legs. Her expression remained focused as she silently counted down.

Three…

Two…

Now.

As the harvester threw his uppercut, Urania sprang nimbly backwards. His wooden fist found nothing but air. The kitsune brought her arrow smoothly to her bow and drew back the shining string, and as she reached the apex of her leap, aimed point-blank at her exposed opponent. She held her breath, and for a moment it seemed to her that she hung there in frozen silence, all the time in the world to line up her shot. A smug smile tugged at her face.

And then she saw what was happening Melanippe and Euterpe behind her target. Her concentration shattered, and the moment vanished. The archer released her string, and her arrow flew wildly off-course. She landed in a crouch a few steps from her opponent, her smug smile replaced by a bright blush and a narrowed brow.

“Damn,” she cursed under her breath.

14 misses vs Urania's Reflex Defense (16).
Move action to withdraw. Only moving back the minimum to get out of melee.
Standard action to fire another stun arrow: Rolled a natural one.
 
A emi was now out of bolas she charged forward to one of the two green men attacking Melpomene and slashed at him with her claws.

Attack Roll:
rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total
Comment:
Result: 5,
Total: 9
Damage Roll:
rolled: 2d8, adding 2 to the total
Comment:
Result: 4, 5,
Total: 11
 
Kohaku
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Kohaku gave a frustrated growl. She was confident that she could threw shuriken at the unhurt harvester without striking his hostage, but she wasn't certain she could hit him, with Euterpe held as cover. The busty kunoichi instead darted unarmed at the other surviving foe, injured and winded. At the last second she reached over her shoulders. A katana appeared in both hands and she struck down and across the harvester. She slashed him in two.



Melpomene

Melpomene's eyes flashed with razor cold silver light. Axe in one hand, she undulated in place and held "The Winterborn Angel calls upon you, spirits of ice and snow."

Arctic frost coalesced over her palm.

"Prepare for battle."

With a diamond of killing cold in her hand, she launched it over molesting Euterpe.

In the midst of intense pleasure, Euterpe felt a sudden chill pass her hair. The coarse fingers molesting her petals went cold for a split second, then the monster was blasted away from her, shattering it's way out of her bow and falling into more pieces as it hit the ground.

End battle. This might be a great time for Euterpe and Melanippe to spontaniously make out wtih one of her friends 'til the pollen wore off.
 
Kye had locked onto the man that was kissing her, her violin and bow falling to the ground to lay there inert, but now she found that he was unresponsive. Her eyes turned away from him, not because he was the harvester and ugly, but because he apparently got nothing out of it. She needed response. Her gaze fell upon the sumptuous form of Melpomene, who by coming in to strike at their foes, found herself within reach. "Komm zu mir, meine Freundin." She had always found German a little vulgar, yet it's flavor was perfect tonight, as she reached for the axe-wielding gorgeous woman.

Her arms wrapped around the beauty, her body falling from the doorframe, and collapsing into the strength of Melpomene. Her lips sought the other's. All she wanted was to share this feeling, the heat, the coursing heat. The tingle was more than she understood, as she rubbed her body with the fortunate, or unfortunate fellow Magic Girl. There was too much between them, she released a hand to reach for the string which held her bikini top.
 
"No, wait-" Urania started to call out as Kohaku darted into sight. The kitsune raised one hand as if to reach out and stop the kunoichi, but there was far too much distance between them, and in any case Kohaku was far too quick. Her blade flashed from her shoulders through the harvester's side in one swift motion, and Urania's words died on her lips as she watched the creature split in two. So much for her plan.

Well, it was probably for the best. With one of their number under assault, they couldn't afford to be holding back. Urania sprang back to her feet, raising her bow and turning properly towards Euterpe and her assailant, but Melpomene already had things under control. The archer winced and glanced away as the final harvester shattered.

"Well, that's that," she muttered softly. She slowly began to relax, the tension of battle beginning to leave her. The last of the pollen still burned in her veins, making its presence felt and her heat beat hard in her chest now that there was no immediate danger to distract her, but it had largely just settled into a steady warmth. She tugged her cloak back into place with her free hand, feeling goosebumps where the cloth brushed against her skin, then glanced around at her companions. "Is everyone ok?"

Her gaze brushed over Kohaku, then Emi, and came to rest on Euterpe just in time to see her practically pounce upon Melpomene. Urania practically froze up; the pollen's warmth sang inside her again, and she felt a deep blush once again bursting full-force onto her cheeks. "Um.... s-s-s-should we be helping her?" The kitsune stammered uncertainly, her mind suddenly very reluctant to cooperate. Her eyes locked themselves onto Euterpe's hand, tracing its path as it reached for the string holding her top in place...
 
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Melpomene

The girls seemed to have a moment to catch their breaths...

Well, not Melpomene. Her heart was racing furiously as she dropped her axe to answer Euterpe's kiss. Her arms were strong, but also sleek and silky. The tenshi girl's wings enclosed them both togeter as their lips joined and their tongues danced.

Intimacy replaced Euterpe's ardor just enough that she started to feel in control of herself again. The blood racing in her ears made it hard to hear anything else.

"Come out of it now, Euterpe, Melpomene," Euridice said in a soothing voice. "We can't let our gaurd down yet. Kohaku said that one of the Devil Barons was here."
 
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