Summary: Insane god in your girlfriend's sister's head causing trouble? No problem!! Just find a bigger one!
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Rave is sitting at a table, flipping through something on her PDA while sipping from a glass full of apple juice.
There's the usual burst of purple smoke that precedes Skeeve's arrival, and the mage hops down, as though stepping down from a height, with his hands in his pockets. It takes him a moment to notice Raven, as he wanders through the restaurant towards the bar, and the first thing that runs through his mind when he notices her is 'why did I skip the magical protections today?'.
Rave doesn't look up from her PDA. "Hello, Skeeve. Been a while. You just going to stand there and stare? Or are you going to ask me about sparing the dandelion eater's life?"
Skeeve strolls over towards the woman's table, making sure to keep the table between him and Raven, despite seeming casual about it. Giving her a once over with his own magical senses, he replies dryly, "Actually, I was going to ask why you'd bother to warn anyone. The Raven I knew had much better sense than that."
Rave shrugs a little. "I like playing with my prey." she puts her PDA away. "And you're right, of course. The Raven you knew did have better sense than that. Hell, Raven doesn't want her dead at all. Never has. But sadly she's nearly gone so it doesn't matter."
Skeeve, without taking his eyes off of Raven, picks up one of the salt shakers from a nearby table, starts twirling it in his fingers. Sure, he's getting salt everywhere, but it keeps his hands occupied. "You know it's not going come to that, right?" Casually he starts a slow circle at a respectful distance, still trying to keep other tables or chairs between him and Raven. "There's no end game here where you come out on top."
Rave watches him, smirking. "Sorry, she has to die. Just the way the whole thing works!" She opens her palm and a ball of lightning forms. "She dies, which will kill off my daughter's spirit, and her part of this whole deal will be complete."
Skeeve reaches out with his magic, hooks into the force line that runs through the Usual's bar, and puts a quick, if sloppy, defensive ward around himself. Still keeping up his circling, he replies, "'Deal' implies some kind of even trade. What does Raven get out of this that's worth her life and her sister's life?"
The ball in 'Raven's' hand gets bigger. "In return, my grandchildren survive the coming onslaught. Seriously though, you should just let this happen. Make it easier on everyone. If you're really nice, I'll even spare you and that winged chick you hang out with. Just give me the little slut." she smiles almost sweetly.
Skeeve, still flipping that salt shaker around with one hand, circles back to his original starting position, still drawing power out of that force line. "Tempting offer, really it is. But we just got a custom nameplate for our mailbox, and, wouldn't you know it? They don't do returns." He shakes his head sadly. "I'm sure you can understand the dilemma I'm in."
Rave sort of tosses the lightning ball onto a random nearby table, pretty much setting it on fire. "Well, you can cross it off, or I'll even make a little additional plaque that says RIP for right next to her name. It would only take me like, an hour." she laughs almost unearthly. "Please, Skeeve, Raven considered you a friend at some point. Don't make me have her watch you die with her hands too. She's already hurting enough."
Outwardly, Skeeve doesn't flinch as the nearby table bursts into flames. Inwardly, Sarah mentally curses up a storm as the sprinklers set off, raining down on the table, the two mages, and the floor... washing away the salt circle, oh so casually placed, that represented Plan A. Still drawing in power, Sarah replies, "I have a counter offer for you. Let Raven go, leave this plane and never return, and I won't scatter you to the astral winds. How's that sound?"
Rave chuckles, the water from the sprinklers bending so they don't hit her. "Yeah, no. Sorry. I like it here. The rules of my world don't really apply! There's so much life just... waiting for me to end it!" she stretches a little, standing. "The deal is still on the table. Bring me the little Keeb you've been slumming with, and you live."
Sarah shakes her head lightly, tossing strands of damp hair out of her face, and the sprinklers stop as the table stops smouldering, still smoking a little bit. "You don't honestly think I believe you'd let me stand aside, do you? I mean, I know you've got that whole 'villainous overconfidence' thing that you're rocking, but honestly now, how stupid do you think I am?"
Rave smirks. "Oh, I don't think you're stupid at all. I figured you'd see reason. I'm sad to have been proven wrong." She reaches down to her holster and quickdraws her gun, leveling it at Sarah. "So prove to me you are a reasonable man.. or apparently woman. Last chance."
Sarah still draws in power from that force line, narrowing her eyes just a little. As far as she's concerned, the rest of the room just doesn't exist, and everything's narrowed down to Raven, Raven's passenger... and the gun, of course. Which is puzzling, really. Big bad spirit, Mother Serpent... and she draws a gun? Something doesn't add up here, and Sarah gets the feeling she's not going to like it when she figures it out. "Just because I ate the apple doesn't mean I believe you when you say you have my best interests at heart."
Rave smiles as her hands start sparking with electrical energy. The energy travels from her hands to her gun, fusing with the bullet. "Honestly I don't care about your interests. I just want her, and I want her dead. Not that hard to understand, is it? I really don't care if you survive it or not. Though granted if I kill you it would easier to draw her out, now wouldn't it?"
Sarah raises a hand in response to the electrical charge, starting to pour some of that stored energy into her defensive ward. "It really would... in fact, it's such an obvious ploy that I can't believe you only just thought of it now. WHich really begs the question... why haven't you shot me yet, exactly?"
Rave narrows her eyes. "Because you weren't supposed to be the one. She is. She has to be the first." she sneers. "But if you're /that/ insistent..." she squeezes the trigger, firing at Sarah.
The bullet crashes into Sarah's defensive ward with a peal of sound like a hammer striking a bell, concentric ripples of force in the air radiating outwards to mark the point of impact. Sarah shakes her head lightly with a nonchalance she really doesn't feel, pouring in more power from the forceline to bolster the damaged ward. "I should know better than to give you a straight line like that..." Inwardly, she sighs. 'You're oh-for-two here, Skeeve. DO BETTER.' Her hand dips into one of her pouches, coming up with a flask, filled with a swirl of yellow and black liquid. She starts moving slowly to one side, keeping most of her focus on that ward. "So, what, your plan is just to start murdering indiscriminately until someone banishes you back to whatever sorry realm you call home?"
Rave rolls her eyes, firing off a few more charged rounds, but at different parts of Sarah, such as arms and legs as well. "Were you not been paying attention? I'm a death totem! Killing is what I do! But here? I don't have to be summoned! I can just /be/!"
It takes a lot of effort, but that defensive shield barely holds up against the onslaught of charged rounds, and Sarah is starting to regret this whole 'nonchalance' plan. Rather than snap back with another witty rejoinder (not that anyone would hear it amongst the din), she gestures sharply, snatching up the still smoldering table with a telekinetic grip and launching it right at Raven at a rather oblique angle, cutlery and plates flying everywhere.
Rave definitely did not see the table coming, and gets blindsided. She hits the floor, covered in tableware and well, table. She lies motionless for a brief moment, then moans a little, standing and shirking off the table. Her gun is on the ground, and she doesn't look interested in picking it up. She blinks and looks at Sarah. "Go." she says. "Now. I can't hold her off for long."
Sarah really, really hopes this isn't a suck play, but it's not like she's going to pass up the opportunity. She'd never forgive herself. Dashing forwards to close the distance, she waves her hand once, and the gun goes skittering across the restaurant. Using her telekinesis to try and pin Raven down, she skids to a halt next to the fallen shaman, sliding to one knee, and dabs Raven's forehead with some of her asphodel potion, speaking the sharp word of a banishment spell. Off the cuff and quickened like that, it probably won't drive out Raven's possessor entirely, but should hopefully buy her a little bit of time. "I'm not giving up on you, Raven, but I'm sorry, this is going to suck for a while." Forcefully pressing fingertips to the bridge of Raven's nose, she starts chanting. "Dormius, dorme..." She pours as much magical poewr as she can into the sleep spell, trying to put Raven into a magically induced coma.
Rave initially resists as she has no clue what's going on, but the spell works, and she closes her eyes.
Sarah was, to be honest, kinda not expecting that to work. It takes her a moment to remember what her next move is. As the bartender peeks up from over the bar, Sarah calls out, "Uh, sorry for the mess, just put it on my tab!" Slinging Raven over her shoulder, she fishes her D-Hopper out of her pouch and hastily sets it before hammering away at the button.
Skeeve's Secret Lair
The room you currently inhabit is spacious, and hexagonal in shape. At the 'top' of the hexagon, away from the wall, is an inscribed pentagram, carefully dug into the hard, smooth stone floor. There are little slots for candles on each point of the star, and at the head of the pentagram is a bookstand. To its left, at the next point counter-clockwise, is a very large wrought-iron cage that hangs from the ceiling, and seems to emanate some kind of magical field. Counterclockwise again, against the wall, are two bookshelves, with various texts filling the shelves, all magical in nature. Set up near the shelves is a futon that looks like it came from some 'assemble it yourself' furniture store.
The next point of the hexagon counterclockwise is directly opposite the summoning circle, and by it is a glowing blue circle, about eight feet across, on a raised platform; clearly a teleportal of some kind. Counterclockwise from that is a desk with a complicated computer setup, and several large spherical objects, that seem to emanate a muted magical glow when looked at properly. Finally, the last point on the hexagram is obviously the workstation, with a large altar, a positively baroque alchemical setup, and a series of large shelves containing a wide variety of spell components and raw materials. Finally, a ladder leads up to a trapdoor in the ceiling, that leads back to the rest of the house.
Sarah is already moving as the smoke clears, setting Raven down in the center of the inscribed magical circle just gently enough to avoid bashing her head against the concrete, and pours enough power into the circle to hold a minor god... ... ...which, on reflection, it may just have to. Pacing back and forth a few steps now, the basement lit by the glimmering glow of the magic circle, Sarah takes her phone out of her pouch and hurriedly dials Ari's number.
And Ari picks up the phone! "Hey hon! Where are you?"
Sarah says, in an overly casual chirpy voice, "Hi princess! I'm at home, have your sister restrained in the basement. How was your day?"
The half elf responds in a cheery turning to not so cheery tone. "I just walked in the front door and you WHAT??" With that, the trap door opens and Ari rushes down the stairs, dressed in her combat gear, hood down.
And there stands Sarah, looking thoroughly bedraggled, with the glow of the magic wall lighting the basement, with something of a sheepish expression on her face. She hangs up, replies, "I, ah, ran into her earlier this evening. She tried to shoot me a few times, but it didn't take, so I whacked her with a table, then doused her with enough asphodel to give me time to put her to sleep. And so here we are."
Ari just stares at Sarah as she listens to her story, then she looks at Raven, narrowing her eyes. "She... she /shot at you/??" she growls, taking out one of her combat knives and moving to rush her sister. Again, she does have impulse control issues...
Sarah shouts a panicked, "NO!" and rather than intercept Ari to try and hold her back, just gestures with her telekinesis, attempting to lift the half-elf off the floor bodily. "Under *no circumstances* do you cross that line! You do that, Mother Serpent gets free and we all go take a nice long swim with the fish."
Ari flails in the air, scowling. "I can forgive a lot of things, hon. A /lot/. Trying to kill you is sure as fuck not one of them!!" She stops flailing and crosses her arms over her chest, looking rather pissed off.
Sarah lowers Ari enough that she can look her right in the eye, and steps up towards her. "Look, there's more. Good and bad. Raven's definitely possessed, has been for months. I had a rather lengthy chat with the rotten bitch that's taken up residence in her head." She lets out a sigh. "I know this will be hard to believe, but it's not Raven that wants to kill you, never has been, and it wasn't Raven that tried to shoot me, either. She actually took control for a moment there, told me to run. That's when I hit her with the sleep whammy."
Ari's expression softens, a lot, as Sarah explains. "But.. then why is she so gung ho about killing me, if it's not Raven being pissed at what I did?" she asks, really confused.
Sarah sets Ari down on the ground, gingerly, as though ready to snatch her back up into the air at a moment's notice. "Raven made a deal with the metaphorical devil. You die, Raven's spirit is tossed to the astral winds, and in return Raven's kids get to survive the, and I quote here, 'coming onslaught'." She shakes her head. "Pompous, isn't it?"
Her anger gone, Ari suddenly throws her arms around Sarah, sighing. "Damnit." she says. "Can we get rid of her? Without losing Raven?"
Sarah smiles cheerily, and with a bravado she doesn't quite feel, says, "That's the plan! I'm gonna need a lot of caffeine, though. This may require an allnighter." She slips an arm around Ari's shoulders. "But I promise you that I will do literally everything within my considerable talents to make it happen."
Ari looks up at Sarah. "Thank you. And I'm really glad you didn't get hurt. I don't think I would have forgiven myself if you had."
Sarah smiles, but replies dryly, "Trust me, it wouldn't have been your fault. I tend to get rather insouciant in the face of overwhelming power, and I think at one point I actually asked her why she hadn't shot me already." Somewhat reluctantly, she lets Ari go, then turns back to survey the magic circle. "I've definitely got some work to do, though... would you be willing to go get me a couple of energy drinks? They're on the bottom shelf of the fridge, on the left."
Ari nods a bit. "Of course, anything." she leans in and kisses Sarah on the cheek, then disappears upstairs.
Sarah watches her go for a moment, then turns back to watch Raven somewhat dispassionately behind the magic circle. After checking to make sure the circle's integrity is still good, she heads over to the altar, picking up a flask of water. A moment's concentration to heat it up, and she splashes herself in the face with it. Turning just slightly green, Skeeve strips off his sodden overshirt, tossing it to one side, by the futon. Another few moments of study, watching Raven, and he interfaces with the magic circle. "I wonder if I can't get this done in a hurry..." Extending his magic senses through the web of magic already constructed there, he tries to get a sense for just how badly Raven's been possessed by this entity.
It's pretty bad. As in she's always been there to some degree, for all of Raven's life. Back then, it was a sliver of the totem and more Raven, but now, it's about 97 percent entity and Raven is barely hanging on.
After a few more moments, Ari comes back down with a tray full of energy drinks and a tall glass of strawberry lemonade, complete with strawberry bits floating in it. "Sorry it took so long." she puts the tray down on a nearby table.
Skeeve takes a seat down at the front of the magic circle, crossing his legs, and setting the asphodel potion down in front of him. This one's going to be a doozy. He smiles a little bit as Ari comes back down. "No, that's okay." floating one of the energy drinks over, he cracks it open and practically inhales the whole thing in one gulp. Setting down the can, he adds, "Alright, so, I'm not entirely certain what's going to happen here, but the important part is to, no matter what, under no circumstances are you to cross this magic circle, got it? Instead, I want you to hold your memories of your sister clear in your mind, and the love that you hold for her." He lets out a deep breath. "I might need to borrow that."
Ari nods a bit, taking a seat cross-legged on the futon, wrapping the blanket they keep on it around her. "I'll try, but.. it's been hard lately." she says softly. "Just, please please please be careful." she looks at him, obviously worried.
Skeeve nods a little bit at that. "I will. I promise." He takes another deep breath, and then closes his eyes, marshalling his power, and after a few moments, finally murmuring, "Step one; stem the bleeding." Interfacing with the magic circle again, he reaches out and attempts to connect with Raven, to build a shield around what's left of Raven's personality, to protect her from this invader.
Easily done, as there's not much left. Ari bites her lip pensively as she watches.
Skeeve takes a moment to reinforce that, then delicately reaches out to touch Ari's mind, looking for those memories, and feelings of love, to pass them along to Raven, along with a message - 'we know you're there, and we will never stop fighting for you, so just hold on, okay?'. THat accomplished, he takes a moment to rest.
Ari blinks, and offers a bunch of memories from when they were kids, when Raven's kids were born, their parents, whatever she can muster.
There's no response from Raven's mind, but the tattoo of the curled up snake on her left shoulder begins to uncurl itself.
Skeeve smiles a little bit. He's trying not to intrude, but it's difficult. Trusting, for now, that the barrier will hold up against the snake tattoo, he holds his hands out, resting his fingertips just against the magic circle, and begins to chant.
"Darkness beyond darkness, deeper than pitchest black.
Buried beneath the flow of time..."
A dreadful sense of power begins to manifest in the air, the lights seeming to dim.
Ari kind of looks around wide-eyed. She doesn't say anything as to not interrupt, but kind of curls up on the futon, hiding all but her face under the blanket. Will it help, no, but it makes her feel better.
The growing tattoo curls around Raven's left arm, the head of the white and black snake resting on her upturned palm. The body of the snake disappears under Raven's shirt.
Skeeve, with arms spread, starts to float up off the ground, a whistling wind starting to swirl through the basement, ruffling hair and rattling the shelves and futon, just a little. His eyes closed, he continues to chant.
"From darkness to darkness, your voice echoes in the emptiness,
Unknown to death, nor known to life"
A ghastly blue light starts to fill the room from... ...somewhere.
Ari winces, grabbing onto the futon mattress. Again, doesn't help, but the futon is her personal safe space, so whatever works for her she'll do.
The outline of the snake tattoo lifts, and the outline is formed into electricity. The formed snake lifts its head up, looking right to Skeeve. It begins to hiss, and it sounds less like a snake's hiss and more like electrical current.
Skeeve, with his eyes closed, can't see the spirit's transformation. Which is good, because it would probably be making him more than a little nervous that it can get that much power from inside an active circle. He lifts up enough off the ground to straighten, the swirling wind taking on a terrifying howl, Skeeve's chant barely audible above the din.
"You who know the gate, who are the gate, the key and guardian of the gate:
"I bid you open the way for her, and scatter her power before me!"
With a guttural cry, Skeeve shoves his hands forwards, and there's a blinding flare of light as he pours an immense amount of power through the circle, obliterating the magic of his sleep spell in its attempt to simply shove the totem out of Raven, and into the slavering grasp of... ...something else.
The totem was right in one respect: the rules of her magic simply don't apply. She failed to remember, however, that her discovery also applies to everyone else and there's always magic more powerful or something that if you don't know it's coming, you can't defend against it. The electrical snake looks like it's about to strike, but instead screams a combination of hiss and a woman. The body of the snake gets shoved, and in that blinding flash of light she simply vanishes.
Ari watches the scene in horrified fascination, shielding her eyes from the light. Raven is still unconscious on the ground, but her hair is no longer purple, but back to the black she was named for.
There's a hideous slurping sound, and then all the light, and the glow, and the wind, and the magic circle, stops abruptly, as though it had never happened. Skeeve drops from the air and collapses onto his hand and knees, barely conscious himself.
Ari jumps up, shedding the blanket and running right to Skeeve, kneeling next to him. "What can I do?" she asks. "What can I get you?"
Rave groans a little, but is still out.
Skeeve is heaving for breath, looking simultaneously pale and flushed at the same time. He gestures vaguely in no direction in specific. "'m... I'm ok... check..." He groans a little, pushing hismelf back to a seated position. "...check on... your sister..."
Ari nods a little, kissing him on the cheek before standing and very hesitantly stepping over to Raven. "She's alive... and her hair's back to normal.." she kneels down by her sister, kind of poking her on the shoulder. "Hey, sis.. you alright?" After a few pokes Raven very slowly opens her eyes, but after a moment of realization she bolts upright, and tries to back away, and ends up backing right into wall.
Skeeve, after a few more moments, reaches over to grab the pitcher of lemonade, and, not bothering with a glass, simply pours as much of it into his mouth as he can, spilling rather a lot of it. Not that he cares about the mess. Gasping for breath, he sets the pitcher down, and says, "Raven... you back with us?"
Rave looks around a bit, honestly a bit unsure, and she gets to her feet with some effort. "I think so... well, if you can hear me I am... please tell me you can hear me."
Ari doesn't move towards Raven, and just nods. "Yeah, we can. Honest." she offers a hopefully reassuring smile.
Skeeve nods a few times weakly at that. "Yeah... yeah, we can hear you." He offers her a weak smile, then flops backwards to stretch out on the floor, chuckling weakly.
Rave puts her head in her hands and sighs. "Oh thank god. I've been screaming for years."
Ari looks back between the two, then walks over to Skeeve. "Need more lemonade or anything, babe?"
Skeeve shakes his head a few times at that, sitting up and getting back to his feet with a light groan. "No, no, I'll be okay... how are you, Raven, how do you feel?" As he waits for her to answer, he gives Raven another once over with his magical senses, trying to determine what, if anything, remains of the totem's presence.
Rave takes her time to think about that. "Awake, but... empty?" she pauses a moment, then lifts up her sleeve on her left arm. "Holy frag.. my tattoo is gone..." Between that and the scan, Skeeve
Ari nods to Skeeve, but for some reason doesn't move to him at all. "Alright."
Skeeve glances back at Ari at that news, looking a little confused as he steps over to her. "Well... there's no trace of the totem, Raven, so I'm guessing that's a good thing." Reaching out to lean on Ari, just a little, he says, "How about you, Ari... you okay?"
Rave nods a little. "Yeah, I just.. I need to go home, meet my kids all over again.." she says, obviously still not at full strength. "See what other damage control I can do."
Ari nods a little. "Yeah, I'm okay." she lets Skeeve lean on her, but doesn't put an arm around him, just stands there.
Skeeve blinks a few times at that, turning to look at Ari full on. "Are you sure? You're acting kinda str-" He trails off, face paling again as he realizes what it might be. Reaching up to touch a hand to the side of Ari's head, gently, he projects himself to see what's happened with the link between the totem and Ari, the link that he SHOULD have remembered in the first place.
Ari looks at Skeeve quizzically, but the link is gone. She blinks as well as she realizes what he's doing, then offers a little smile, shaking her head slightly.
Rave looks between the two of them, then down at the ground. "So, how do I get out of here?"
Skeeve lets out a great shuddering sigh of relief as it becomes clear that he didn't screw everything up. It takes him a few moments to pull himself together to look back over at Raven. "So... what, that's it? This has been going on for years, you finally have a chance to put things between you to rights, and you're not even going to talk to each other?"
Rave considers this for a moment, then lets out a long sigh. "Look, we should, but... I'm not angry. Hurt, yeah. Alone, sure, but.. as far as I'm concerned, we're even. I mean yeah, we got a bit of healing, but.."
Ari blinks at that, looking at Raven. "Even? How are we even?"
Skeeve puts a hand to his head for just a moment, shaking it lightly. "Raven... you don't have to be alone. Ari's here for you. *We* are here for you."
Rave shakes her head a little. "Not that kind of alone, Skeeve." She looks at Ari, and is about to say something, but doesn't.
Ari nibbles her lip a bit. "Sis, the stuff I was going through wasn't you. I'm really, really sorry about Jack, and if I could change it I would, and I know I can't bring him back, but I will do what I can to try to make it right somehow."
Skeeve has to bite something back when Raven decides not to say something. oO(..Must be a family trait..)Oo Shaking his head lightly, he says, "Should I give you two some time alone to talk?"
Rave shakes her head. "I want to go see my kids. Allie, we're even. Can we just leave it at that?"
Ari slips her hand into Skeeve's, squeezing a bit. "I.. I guess."
Skeeve squeezes Ari's hand a little as well, and gestures, the trap door in the ceiling opening with a dull thump. "Beach is east of here, but... try not to be a stranger, okay?"
Rave looks to the stairs and nods, making her way. "Thanks, and I'll visit, I promise. See you later, okay?"
Ari nods a bit. "Yeah, say hi to the kids for me." she manages a smile.
Skeeve manages to raise his hand in a wave, still looking like he got hit by a truck carrying lemonade. "If there are any side effects, let me know and I'll see what I can do to help. Stay safe, Raven."
Rave offers a half wave as she heads up the stairs. "Yeah, thanks. For everything." She heads out the trap door.
As soon as Raven's gone, Ari turns to Skeeve, letting out a massive exhale and wrapping her arms around him.
Skeeve staggers a little bit as Ari throws her arms around him. chuckling lightly, he says, "Didn't I say everything would turn out okay in the end?"
Ari nods a little, not letting up her embrace. "I know, and I'm sorry if I ever doubted you. Thank you."
Skeeve, still smiling lightly, strokes Ari's hair, just a little bit. "Don't worry about it. It's all part of the service, princess." He's quiet for a moment, then adds, "I should probably go get cleaned up. I'm covered in sweaty lemonade."
Ari blinks, then pulls back a little, her body armor now also covered in sweaty lemonade. "Probably a good idea." she chuckles a little. "I love you." she smiles up at him.
Skeeve lightly scrubs the back of his head a little bit. "I love you too, sweetheart... sorry to have sprung all of this on you, but I just kind of ran into her and one thing led to another. It was all spur of the moment."
Ari shakes her head. "I'm glad it happened, then, but mostly I'm glad you didn't get hurt." she smiles softly. "I don't know what I would have done if you got hurt.. or if I lost you."
Skeeve slips an arm around Ari's waist. "Ah, you'll not be rid of me that easily, princess." He starts towards the stairs, wearily. "C'mon, I need to go hit the hot tub, and I need someone to make sure my head stays above water."
Ari smiles at him. "That I can do, love."
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