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Post by webster52402 on Apr 8, 2009 17:15:43 GMT
"Twiggy?" Serana muttered under her breath, tilting her head to one side. Well, that at least confirmed that the woman had seen her, though she didn't appreciate being reminded of her woodsy state. "I'll show you twiggy, little Mrs. Chameleon bird..." She finished the threat under her breath, turning and wrapping her hands in the chains again. While whatever went on went on, she struggled and pulled with that chain, doggedly refusing to give up.
She glanced over briefly when she heard footsteps, and sure enough, though it was only a briefest glimpse, there went the creature that had let them all out, plodding along. And she walked right by her cell door, completely ignoring the still chained spriggan woman inside. With a groan of frustration, she turned herself back to the chains, and resumed her tugging, the metal links rattling as she strained. She could always just go back to just wanting to be executed, but now that everyone was running about... There was a curious desire burning inside of her, to actually get out of this place and into the world again. Whether that was her mutant half or her Altmer half speaking to her, she wasn't sure...
But first she had to get out of these damn chains!
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Post by Chaos 303030 on Apr 8, 2009 22:40:24 GMT
Zinguzi smiled at the very short man, gave a mock salute, and turned to where he had seen the ice-ball come from. He whistled an old tune, replacing the main noun with 'Twiggy', and occasionally hopped an inch into the air and clacked his heels. He scratched his chin and walked at a leisurely pace over to Twiggy's cell. He sighed for a moment, shook his head as if he was going to regret this action, and melted the lock on her door. Upon weakening enough, he slammed a kick into it that sent it sprawling open. He walked up and examined her face.
"You've got more BARK than BITE, don'tcha? Hehe, get it? I made a pun!" He slapped his thigh and took the melted lock, placing it on the place where the chains met on Twiggy's restraints.
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Post by webster52402 on Apr 9, 2009 1:48:21 GMT
Fire. Fire, lots of fire.
Serana never even heard what Zinguzi said, her eyes immediately took in nothing but one giant bonfire. He was holding molten steel in his hands, right next to a girl that was nothing but one giant piece of firewood. The reaction was instantaneous, and very, very familiar.
SCRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Immediately, Serana was sent into a frenzy, as she yanked at the chains that bound her, desperately trying to keep her hands away from the hot molten metal that was now placed right next to them. Twisting and turning like a madwoman, she all but jumped out out of her skin to try and put as much distance between her and that piece of molten metal as she could. She twisted, turned, pirouetted, wrapped that chain about her so many times that she looked like a mummy, and still couldn't get her hands away from the glowing hot metal. "PUT IT OUT PUT IT OUT PUT IT OUT PUT IT OUT ARE YOU INSANE!?!" She screamed, wincing as a piece of molten metal dripped from the chain to hiss against the stone at her foot.
The chains proved to be quite damaging to her, as she tried to take a swift step back, only wrapping the chains that had entangled around her legs tighter. They pulled taut against her knees with a sharp ringing sound, and with a terrible creak, much like a tree makes when it is falling in the forest ironically, she toppled backwards, landing heavily on her back. And, as she watched in terrible horror, molten metal dropped from the restraints on her hands straight onto her chest.
Agony. Indescribable agony ripped through her, as the metal hissed and suddenly flared to life, her skin lighting aflame as though it were nothing. Her scream was deafening, a small circle of flame curling up from between her wooden breasts, acrid smoke rising from the wound. "AAAAAAAAAAGH! FROST! FROST!" She snarled, her hands sending out two bolts of frost. One slammed into herself, and coated her chest with ice, though GODS that hurt too, and the second hit the molten metal between her hands, though that required a bit of twisting to achieve.
The molten metal hissed and sputtered, before cooling, a small blotch of metal connecting the chains now. But, it was better than dealing with the fire, which she could still smell the smoke from. Smell the smoke of her own flesh burning... "I'LL [censored] KILL YOU!" She roared at the flame being that had done that to her, her eyes flashing red as her bloodlust nature came out. Raising a hand towards him, she screamed one word that would likely be his bane: "FROST!"
For the forth time, that ball of ice appeared around her hands, but this time, its intent was not to save, but to extinguish life. From her spot there on the ground, she aimed a bit of ice right dead center of his chest. Let HIM feel what it was like to be hit with something deadly to him!
(Seriously. She freaked out about a bonfire in the hall earlier. Let's melt her chains right next to her wrists, that sounds like fun. lol)
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Post by Chaos 303030 on Apr 9, 2009 2:02:10 GMT
Zing bent down, kneeling to fiddle with his charred leggings for a moment. Looking in a crouching position to see how progress on Serana's chains went, he came face to face with a ball of cold. Zinguzi had stopped whistling now. Infact, Zinguzi had stopped pretty much everything. He had barely had time to mutter a rushed expletive before the point blank ball of frost smashed him directly in the face. His features froze, literally, a veritable cloud of steam rising off of his face. His skin was cooling quickly, and he collapsed to a knee, uttering a monotone, motionless yell of agony that almost rivaled Serana's. He clawed at his face for a few moments before blacking out; his face smashed hard against the floor, a trickle of rapidly cooling blood trickling out. The frost spread down his body, wrapping him in his own hardened skin. His eyes, still open due to the lack of lids, glassed over. The pool of blood from his head started to reach Serana's chain-wrapped feet; from the looks of it, it was hotter than the molten metal, and the frost wasn't doing enough to cool it. For Zinguzi, his life was put on pause. Not an action could be performed, not a step taken.
[I would laugh, SO. [censored]. HARD. If I got killed before we even escaped the dungeon.]
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Post by Vicorva on Apr 9, 2009 8:37:38 GMT
OOC: Avoid the killing blows, Webster dearest. Chaos didn't fling fire at you, he might just have burnt the wood a little. You can brand wood without setting fire to it. Desperately coming up with a way for you to be saved and stay in the group. @chaos: Try not to use censor-worthy words OOC. We don't want to be that aggressive towards others. Someone save Agrabal while this happens; Siorra ignored him and thought he was already dead. IC: Siorra had just finished unlocking the smokey man's manacles when she heard Serana scream bloody murder, and then there was a horrible shout. Siorra flew out of the cell, moving with great speed, feet barely touching the ground as she sprung across the distance between the two cells. The scene that met her eyes there was mindboggling. Twiggy was in the back of her cell, hissing and spitting, and laying in the centre of the room was Zinguzi... all the heat had gone out of him, and he looked like he was becoming a statue. Siorra didn't even stop to glance at Twiggy, she just knelt swiftly besides the fallen metal man. Placing her hands on his head and back- now dangerously cool- she flung a prayer up to Sithis that this would work. Damned if I know a fire spell... she thought, and her hands glowed blue with restorative magic. She knelt there, magicka pouring out of her, and slowly... Zinguzi began to glow too. But not blue with healing, as Siorra would have expected. He was glowing white hot, with heat. Again, the heat hurt, but as she used her healing spells she could sense that it wasn't actually damaging her. Slowly, all the creeping frost receded, and only Zinguzi was left. He was going to be okay- or so she hoped. She didn't even look at Serana- she merely waited for Zinguzi to get up. In the distance, the sounds of many feet could be heard hurtling down the corridors. "I should probably let you rot here, bitch, and Sithis take your soul," she muttered. Beside the glowing hot Zinguzi, she had faded, and her expression was impossible to read. "You brought the guards down on us with your constant screaming, you bloody well tried your best to convince us all to die in here, and then you bitched at me when I helped you, and tried to murder Zinguzi when he did the same. In my family, your life would be forfeit- and torturously so." She still didn't look at her, merely waiting to see whether Zinguzi was okay. The man was one of the easiest for her to deal with, and his skills were invaluable if they were to escape. Her decision would be based on his outcome- and how Serana reacted to her offer.
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Post by webster52402 on Apr 9, 2009 12:24:21 GMT
OOC: That wasn't meant to be a killing blow. I aimed at his chest, where it would hurt like hell, but instead it got him dead in the face. Oops. lol Also, dripping molten metal onto wood is more than enough to set fire to it... That's not going to just leave a brand.
IC: There was still a stream of fire creeping towards her, so Serana ignored the woman that was chastising her, her stump feet grinding into the stone floor. The trickling blood looked like it would set her ablaze again from the feet up, which she was most certainly not keen to feel. "I'm so sorry for not wanting to DIE here rather than simply rot. Here I thought that you were trying to convince us to do just that, though you seem to be all too keen on ignoring that." She hissed in response, those infernal chains wrapping tighter around her as she scooted back against the cell wall. Now that Zinguzi wasn't bleeding, the blood stream that had been creeping towards her had stopped, and was beginning to cool, but she still didn't want to move any closer to it.
"You unlocked the cell door but neglected to actually unchain me, despite apparently having seen me. I can understand that much, that's why I didn't do anything truly against you, merely reminded you that I did have chains that needed to be taken care of. I'm not nearly strong enough to break the things myself. Then, he comes in, and puts molten metal... MOLTEN METAL... right next to my wrists. I'm a tree. A TREE, for Divine's sake, and the man put molten metal that close to my body? You see the scorch on my chest? Had I not put that out with frost, it would have engulfed me, and I would be sitting here and burning like a torch even now."
She snorted, twisting so that she could get one hand up and grasp the chains around her. Painfully, she began to untwist herself from the metallic strands, though it was slow work. "I wasn't going for nearly that effect with my frost anyway. It wasn't actually that powerful of a spell, and I had aimed at his chest, where he had left his mark on me." She shrugged one shoulder, both as the gesture and to get a loop of chain to slip off of her and over her head. "He simply took it poorly."
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Post by Chaos 303030 on Apr 9, 2009 19:14:10 GMT
OOC: I would like to note something here; The [censored] wasn't meant aggresively. (That was self-censored, I didn't use the word I used before.) Second, I didn't actually place the molten metal on her wrist irons; I placed it on the place where the chains attached to the wrist irons met, a ways off from her, so they would weaken and I could break them.
Zinguzi's eyes twitched. The black and red and blue was fading from the edges of his vision at this point, and as his mind remembered the motor skills required to move himself, he unsteadily rose to his feet. He looked around, the world tilting like a top. His vision waned and waxed, and he stumbled into a wall, grasping at the stone for support.
He looked at the tree-creature. His dazed, confused expression changed to one of disgust. He uttered a low, rasping growl. The temperature in the room noticeably increased for a moment, as he considered his course of action; he could burn her, he could leave her, or he could help her. Against his better judgment, however, his conscience took charge.
You'd be no better than her if you toast her, and it won't help anyone's circumstances-except perhaps yours- if you leave her. He thought to himself. He growled, and accepted that the voice was right. He'd have to let someone to free her. However...
He turned to Siorra. "Do you know any silence spells? They took my last scrolls and burned them to a crisp when they brought me in. Ironic, really." He looked back at Serana. "I'd appreciate if we could put a stopper on that blizzard over there; drain magicka would probably work just as well. " He snarled and stalked out of the cell, careful to watch out for incoming guards.
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Post by Vicorva on Apr 9, 2009 20:00:24 GMT
OOC: Noted, Chaos. Heh, Serana is making Siorra mad... I wasn't expecting her to get this angry, this quick. IC: Siorra heaved an audible sigh of relief when Zinguzi spoke. "I only know one way to silence people," Siorra said darkly. She turned to Serana. "Listen here," she said. "I didn't see you, you were hiding out of my sight. I could smell you, for sure, and your freakish fear of fire gave me a few hints about what you were, but I didn't know you were chained until you bitched at me. "Secondly, you wanted to die in here. You tried to convine everyone else to do the same. Get your facts straight." She snarled the last words, the venom in her tone seeming out of place, so solid and tangible from such an ethereal, incorporeal creature. "Finally, you attacked Zinguzi, and all he was trying to do was help. As far as I can tell, you are nothing but an ungrateful liability- my original plan was to leave you in your cell, like you [censored] asked for!" Faded though she was, her white eyes seemed to glow, burning with some fearsome internal flame. "You screeched like a banshee, and the GUARDS are coming, so I'm going to make this quick. I'll rescue you anyway, so that one day -since you have no intention of sticking around or trying to make amends, you've made that bloody well clear- I can hunt you down myself, your retribution from the sky. You are the most lowly, despicable being I've ever met, and Sithis take my soul if I lie." She strode over to Serana, and began to pick her locks, visibly shaking with anger. "Zinguzi, the guards are coming- set a fire blockade in the corridor to stop them getting to us. We're moving deeper into this place- I know a way out." Serana's manacles fell away, and Siorra glided off, coming to the cell Agrabal rested in. "Are you alive, or what?" she growled. "Answer quick, because I'm getting mighty short of patience." She won't even care that I'm doing this for her... Siorra thought disgustedly. She's clearly proved to be a liability, and I'm setting her free anyway, and she'll still bloody moan about it all.
I don't care if she lives or dies right now- that was her last chance. And- Sithis hold me to this- if she screws me over one more time, I'll make it my first task to end her- her soul your sacrifice.
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Post by Tom Bombadil on Apr 10, 2009 1:35:41 GMT
Two irritable, and one lacking good judgment, thought Akhil, making a mental list of the three arguing prisoners. He personally thought Serana was more than perfectly justified in her anger, but he figured he was in no position to argue with a walking bonfire and a very angry Sithis-worshiper, both of which quite capable of killing him, or at least hurling him into the Rumare. At the same time he marveled at how slowly the guards seemed to be reacting to the racket they had been making this whole time.
He had just wondered once more how Siorra intended to get a pack of surly mutants out of the prison without stirring the entire city legion, when a thought occurred: he was small. Surely, surely there was some rat-tunnel or small window out of which he could levitate somewhere in this prison. But then the thought of the local wildlife sprang up, and he quickly dispelled the thought of escaping alone.
While his eyes followed Siorra as she moved to Agrabal's cell, he noticed that he was being regarded with curiosity. In return, Akhil cocked his head to the side, wondering how the mouthless Alex managed to eat and drink now. With another bright thought, he said to her, "Would you mind giving me a lift? I'm not sure that I could make a levitation spell to last the entire way out, unless the path is very short." It felt like a gamble asking this of a complete stranger, but out of everyone present, he thought it might be the safest bet (except maybe Vincent, who he wasn't even sure was solid).
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Post by Vrek on Apr 10, 2009 6:02:10 GMT
Vincent was just leaving his cell, when the she-mutant who seemed to be leading the escape commented on the multiarmed one that was in the cell across from his, thinking he was dead.
"He's not d-" He started, but was cut off by a ear piercing shriek. The shadowy man was not prepared for the sound, and it seemed to cut straight into him. Within an instant, everything blurred, and his poor balanced worsened by scores. He rose one arm up to his head, futilely trying to block out the noise, which he could no longer even tell had ended. The other arm spread out a large palm onto the wall, in a crude attempt to stay standing.
The next few moments were difficult. He couldn't hear well, as if we were underwater, and the world spun around him. His sight returned first, and lo and behold, a small man, no more tall then one of his own fingers was wide. He stared, studying the tiny man in the dim light for what felt like a few seconds, before his hearing returned as well.
"-ing deeper into this place- I know a way out." It was the she-mutant that opened his cell, and most of the others. She stopped by the multi-armed man's cell again, asking if he was dead.
Vincent spoke again, with a bit more conviction then he was using before the shriek had disabled him, "No, he's not dead. I think he's hurt, though. He tried to cast something at the door, and it bit back. Careful trying to open it."
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Post by FC4 on Apr 10, 2009 12:55:13 GMT
"Not.... Dead..." Agrabal replied with a rasping moan from the back of his cell, rising on his feet and pelvic arms to stand and look at his rescuer. It looked like a woman with feathers.
"Un.... dead..." Agrabal explained further, as best as he could, before two arms moved to his robes and parted them from his chest, to reveal the beating heart beneath the rotting rib age. Then, he closed his robes once again, also hiding the glow of the Black Soul gem handing around his neck.
"Free.... I take... care of.... guards." Agrabal offered.
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Post by Vicorva on Apr 10, 2009 13:17:04 GMT
Siorra couldn't wrinkle really wrinkle her slit-like nose, her hardened skin too taut for such an action, perhaps, or else the new shape of her understated nose simply didn't support the act.
She was admittedly repulsed by the creature in the cell, but she'd seen rotted bodies before, though not so grotesque. "Not dead. Alright," she said, inclining her head in thanks in the flat man's direction. Her breathing was becoming more normal now, her insane temper cooling.
The creature in the cell stirred, wheezing its case to her. "Not.... Dead..." it moaned. Siorra shifted, her wings shuffling curiously. "Un.... dead..." it explained. It moved to show a huge cavity in its chest, where its heart was beating.
Interesting.
"Free.... I take... care of.... guards," he continued. Siorra smiled. "That, is the sort of cooperation I like to hear," she said appreciatively, his cell door unlocking with a click. "If you can avoid killing them, that'd be good- we don't want them any more desperate to hunt us down than they already will be." She strode into his cell.
"Hey!" a voice came bouncing down the corridor. "Hey, I think its the freaks! They're free!" There was a cacaphony of voices and the ringing of many blades being drawn.
A large group of men appeared at the far end of the corridor. "... but don't worry about it too much," she added grimly, picking his locks as quickly as she could manage... but there were so many of them...
The guards rushed down the corridor while Siorra struggled with Agrabal's chains. "Someone, do something to hold them back!" she yelled, concentrating on getting the lich lord free.
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Post by Chaos 303030 on Apr 10, 2009 14:32:55 GMT
Zinguzi yawned while trying to figure out a way to set fire to the hallway in preparation for the guards. He heard Siorra talking with some monstrosity and someone else a ways down the hall, and the small one talking to the creature. He didn't have much time to think, however, when the guards came storming down the hall.
Zing rushed into the nearest cell, gathering all the dirty, stained hay on the floor in a blanket and tossing it into the hall in the guards path. He focused, snapped his fingers, and the pile of hay turned into a veritable wall of flame. He yelled over the fire to the guards.
"Do you even KNOW....who I am?!...I am...was...ZINGUZI ERELIN!" Though no expression showed upon his face, his eyes were seething pits of rage. He lifted his right arm and aimed. It was significantly harder than before, but he would manage. He clenched his gauntlet-wrapped fist; a click sounded, and a dwemer bolt flung itself through the flames. It hurtled into the head of a man carrying a mace; most likely the chief jailor. He started laughing uncontrollably.
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Post by webster52402 on Apr 10, 2009 15:21:35 GMT
Serana had to grit her teeth, her eyes flashing as the bird creature decided to lecture her on what she was doing and why she thought that her anger wasn't justified. Oh, she was very sure that she would be so very appreciative of someone's help if they were to... say... try and free her in a way that would KILL her instead? Yes, she had absolutely no right to be angry about that in the slightest, and Lord forbid that she should hold herself from teaching the monster that did it a lesson.
"Funny that the assassin has a sense of conscious." She shot back at Siorra's back, unable to prevent herself from at least biting back. "Because, by Sithis, I didn't know you and your... family... were in the business of becoming guidance councilors. Maybe that transformation messed with more than just your looks!" She stressed the By Sithis part of that parting shot with notable distaste.
After that, she untangled herself from the chains, made much easier now that they weren't attached to her, and lumbered out into the hall, ignoring the rapidly cooling, but still a bit hot, pool of blood that was still present on her cell floor. It wasn't hot enough to set her ablaze any longer, so it didn't matter. However, she wasn't quite prepared for the sheer chaos of the situation once she stepped outside. She was immediately granted with a sight of the most bizarre medley of mutants that she could even have imagined, and the sheer spectrum of them made her head swirl for a few moments. There was a shadow man that was ungodly huge, there was a creature that was made of almost entire bone, with wicked looking scythes over her, for it was a her, vaguely, hands... It was no wonder that the normal people considered them threats.
Her eyes settled upon the most strange one of the group next, the little man that looked like he was made of crystal. She took a momentary pause upon seeing the man, her anger bleeding out of her when she saw him. A wave of nostalgia rose up within her, and her mind flashed back to when she was nothing but a little girl, back before the transformation. When she was young, her grandmother would often sit and carve figurines and dolls out of crystals that she had found in mines and caverns that she was sent into as a mage. Usually her job was clearing out undead, rabid beasts, a den of wolves, something along those lines, but she would almost always bring back some kind of crystal, and then she and Serana would sit down, with two knives, and carve away at them, honing the crystals down into toys for Serana to play with while her grandmother was away...
"... a lift?"
She jerked in place as she realized that the little man had been speaking to the bone creature, asking her for some kind of transportation. Serana only had to throw one glance at her, and then at the approaching guards that were clamoring at the end of the hall, before she made a swift decision. With a few great strides, she crossed over to the little crystal man, dropped one long talon down to him, and plucked him from the floor. Raising him to her chest, she cupped him against the wooden slope of one breast, nodding to Alex.
"You're good in combat, and if worst comes to worst, you may need to kill a few of them in order for us to escape. You shouldn't have to worry about him while you do it." She rationalized it, though internally it was merely a bit of possessiveness. Though the man may be a living thing, he still reminded her of something from when she was normal, and it helped keep her in check to have him close.
Besides. The other girl would be less likely to kill her if she was holding someone else.
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Post by DarkNova50 on Apr 10, 2009 19:21:59 GMT
Footsteps. The echoing march of footsteps, the glorious sound of metal against the stone floor beneath them, seemed to encompass Alex's mind as she stood there, motionless. Her blood seemed to turn to acid, burning as hotly as any fire through her veins, as the Imperial, the soft spoken woman who had thanked Siorra only a moment ago, was pushed to the periphery. In her place came an almost animal fury, a simple-mindedness, with only a single thought at the sound of the guards fast approaching.
Food.
"...a lift?" came a voice from nearby, though muffled, unclear. "...path is very short." Alex, if what she was at that moment could still be called that, turned towards the source of the noise, towards the tiny, crystalline man.
It didn't take long, however, for another figure, a woman that looked to be made of wood, her features rigid, to scoop up the tiny man, and nod towards her. "...kill a few of them..." she managed to make out from the wooden woman's speech. "...shouldn't have to worry..."
Alex stared at the two of them a moment, utterly still, large blue eyes unblinking. "Kill. Feed." The voice she projected to them was no longer that of a young girl, but far more feral, more beast like. She stepped away from her cell, moving slowly, jerkily towards the hallway that now blazed with flame, not bothering to look back at the duo.
She paused before the hallway, glaring at the fire, and at the creature that had spawned it. The guards were on the other side of the flame...and she wouldn't let it stop her. Her movements like those of an animal, Alex suddenly lurched forward, shoving the flaming creature that was Zinguzi to the side as she passed, the heat on her hands dull and meaningless compared to the flaming hunger that ravaged her body. With only the most primitive of instincts driving her forward, she stepped into the flames, her black, scaly skin blistering from the heat, and reached to the other side, grabbing the first thing her hands rested upon.
"Louis!" cried one of the guards on the other side of the flame, as Alex hauled her prey to their side of the flaming barrier. The armoured guard looked with horror at Alex's form, eyes wide as he reached for his weapon. But he would never get the chance to use it. With one swift swing of her arm, the large scythes that protruded from her arm impaled themselves into the man's side, through his armour and into his ribcage. He let out a scream of pain as ecstasy washed over Alex, her strength immediately returning. The guard's screams quickly died to little more than a pained whimper as his body shrivelled, the mass of his body depleting as Alex's muscles swelled with nourishment. Within moments of grabbing him, Alex let the shrivelled husk fall to the ground, standing triumphantly over her fallen prey.
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