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The Beating [FW2]
POSTED ON Jan 23, 2024 1:59:24 GMT
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Robin had left by the time he arrived home. According to the paperwork, he was on the way to the airport. Someone would punch the ticket, but it would not be him. [break][break]


He’d relived this night a thousand times. His memory allowed him to recall every detail. He knew how many towels had been laid out on the table. Where his youngest had been sleeping. The way the sick boy snored when he was congested. But these things were neglected in favor of staring out the window. [break][break]


As to the important stuff? Nikita knew it all (almost).[break][break]


The what…[break][break]

…The when…[break][break]


…..Where the explosion started…[break][break]


……..The how……..[break][break]


…the why.....[break][break]


But, until now, he did not know the who. Then, he saw the man—dressed like a postal worker—climb into his basement. He was certain the house was empty. Which was a foolish thought to have. One that only ended when a Houndoom wrapped its claws around his throat. But it was the cold nuzzle of a gun that made him stiffen.
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“You are going to tell me everything.” And, he did.[break][break]

He died anyway.
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The Beating [FW2]
POSTED ON Jan 23, 2024 0:52:17 GMT
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“You sure you don’t want to join me?” Her voice is like brushed velvet. The sight of her chest—propped up by a sports bra—makes parts of himself he thought dead stir. But, for some reason, Nikita refuses. This is already too much. And these hands do not deserve her. The man she laid beside wasn’t Nikita Sokolog. He was a revenant, an undead beast who subsisted on vengeance. [break][break]

“Your loss~!” Robin’s voice called out from the bathroom. The instant the door closed, a black shadow leaped onto the bed. A Houndoom’s head shoved its way beneath his hand. This velvety texture exudes warmth. It is not the texture his old, calloused hands are used to—sick bed rags and cold bones. In those eyes, he can see it: Winters knows. “I do not trust him.” With eyebrows and eyes to express with, the fire hound’s question is obvious: do you trust anyone?[break][break]


Tired blue eyes slide toward the bathroom. You. And, her.[break][break]


The day felt unreal. Robin woke up an hour or two after he did. He could hear his eldest children clambering around the kitchen as they got ready for school. As his wife moved to take them, Nikita swooped in like some bedraggled raven. “I’ll—I’ll take them.” After a moment of bewilderment, the brunette lets the keys go. Knowing what came the next morning—just after he arrived at the airport—it seemed almost parodical. A bunch of people going about their day not knowing that they’d die tomorrow.[break][break]


How ignorant and naive he’d been.[break][break]


When he drops his daughter and son off, there’s a brief moment of affection. Worn lips press gently against their forehead. “Uh, pops, you all right?” His son asks with a raised brow. “You look like your dog just died.” The heavy backpack hangs off his shoulder like a sweater in spring. Those eyes stare back in disbelief. Behind him, his sister is trying her best to look disinterested.
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Hm. He can act. If this is to work, he must do things right. When he laughs, the sound makes both of them shudder. It’s wrong. “Just peachy.” His fingers—not yet skeletal or stained by illicit substances—tap against the steering wheel. “I will see you when you get home.”[break][break]

But, first, Nikita had a few stops to make. He needed proof that this world and his were the same. Which meant buying a newspaper and then, well, he'd need another gun. One that couldn't be traced.

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The Beating [FW2]
POSTED ON Jan 22, 2024 23:03:34 GMT
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The idea of meddling with the past was proposterous. To obsess over it was ridiculous. But, Nikita did not hesitate to take Father Winter’s cold, translucent hand. “Take me back, charlatan.” The bedroom around him faded as his entire body faded like smoke. As he pinched the skin between his fingers, he was surprised to feel pain. The hound at his feet did the same. [break][break]

When he awoke, it was too an unfamiliar feeling: warmth. For a moment, he kept his eyes closed. Something fibrous lay draped across his face—ghost-like and weighty. Fingers trailed across the comforter as he contemplated his surroundings. As he breathed deeply, he caught a familiar scent: mango shampoo. The aches in his back were gone. The familiar feeling of hair around his nape was absent and, when he lifted his hand, he found evidence of stubble. What an accurate representation.[break][break]

Finally, his eyes opened. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. In this light—her chestnut hair splayed around her like a halo—she looked almost angelic. Those red eyes are closed in a peaceful slumber. A rather ironic thought for a man who mocked the very idea of gods. “Robin…” The name is a prayer and a summon—the only word he currently knows.[break][break]

His pillow soon runs wet with salt. “I’m sorry.” But she does not chastise him or blame him. Instead, she murmurs something unintelligible before rolling back into his chest.[break][break]

With shaking lips, he presses lips against the woman’s forehead.

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The Beating [FW2]
POSTED ON Jan 14, 2024 6:34:23 GMT
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Nikita did not believe in magic or Santa Claus. The Yuletide spirit was not a ghost of joy but one of consumerism and greed. For him—the great detective who’d missed the signs of his own family’s demise—it was a nasty, vampiric phantom. For weeks prior, he paced the city like a caged tiger. Cases were solved in an almost feverish way. The pile grew into a Tower of Babel as he clawed desperately at anything available.[break][break]


One of his Pokemon had put up a tree. The ornaments and lights were a mess, no sense of harmony between them. A few were crafted by a child’s hand. But a trio of them caught his eyes. There was a flash of anger as he pulled the bulbs down. One of the hooks snapped in his haste. “Who put these up here?!” His voice cracked with uncharacteristic emotion as he glared at his associates and grandson. [break][break]



No one spoke. But, the child looked guilty—those damned eyes saying everything they needed to. “I told you not to touch that box.” Nikita’s tone turned dark, more like a stormy night than a new moon one. “Do not do it again.”[break][break]



“But, dad--!” One of the bulbs bounced off the far wall, shattering. It wasn’t one of those. “Do not call me that.”
He did apologize, just not where anyone could hear him.[break][break]


In this suffocating atmosphere, the holidays continued. “Here.” The man’s breath smelled of booze as he cast a few presents at his grandson’s feet. “Merry Christmas.” Then, he disappeared up the stairs. The gift from Sam ended up on the dark nightstand. The package soon turned into a coaster for the whiskey shots the man choked down. His bedroom door was locked as he dove into a case file.[break][break]



At some point, he fell asleep. His pen rolled off the desk to clatter on the floor. A plate of sloppy sugar cookies—burnt on the edges—ended up on the table beside him. In this fitful sleep, he dreams of her. Of them. The sound of gentle rapping on his door wakes him up. His hand drops to his gun as he sets up straight.
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It is into the eyes of a dead man he stares. Father Winter smiles, his coin vanishing into the shadows of the detective’s room. With a sigh, the tired, revenant of a man speaks.” Ah, the Ghost of Christmas Past.” He slurs. “What lesson are you here to teach me?” [break][break]


The former avatar’s grin is predatory. “Why not come with me?” His hand draws across the desk like the claws of a raven, leaving little scratches behind. “I’ll show you.”


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The Toddler Trap [Lucretia][M]
POSTED ON Jan 8, 2024 0:37:10 GMT
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[attr="class","nikita"]A fortnight ago, a young man and woman approached him with a missing child case. The couple claimed to miss their daughter and even offered him a handful of photos before he opened his mouth. They seemed absolutely distraught, their crocodile tears staining his bamboo floors. But their body language did not fit. The words felt scripted; they lacked any kind of authentic affection or care. A few cursory questions left little gaps in their story.

A glance at the Houndstone beside him revealed the same suspicion.

A cigarette lifted to his mouth. Nikita lit it as the pair begged him to take the case. The revenant of a detective stood and offered his best attempt at comfort. A skeletal hand extended across the hardwood desk to take the ‘father’s’ hand. “I will find her.” He nodded to the mother. “You have my word.” But not because of their stupid little act. No, he wanted to know why these charlatans were pretending to be parents in the first place. “I will send the deposit invoice shortly.” One of the pictures—a frontward view—vanished into the pocket of his suit coat.

After a few days of hunting, Nikita found a park worker in Slateport who often saw the girl. With Winters's help, he tracked her to what he believed was her hiding place. But, he did not immediately approach. Springing the trap too soon, or too aggressively, would likely stymy the girl’s tongue.

So, instead, he laid bait. Doing so in a way that also benefitted the detective.

For weeks now, his grandson had been begging to spend time with him. So, he had brought the boy with him to the park. After setting him up on the swings. Sam began to quietly kick himself back and forth, Nikita returned to a nearby bench. Over his phone, he kept his eyes peeled for other children.



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Sokolov Investigations [Player: Open]
POSTED ON Jan 6, 2024 2:13:31 GMT
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The detective listens as you outline the weather that night. He reaches forward for the documents that had been sent with you. A few pictures from the cops. Storms and rain? Perhaps someone trying to keep the guardians hidden? He settled into his chair for a moment. Then, he pulled up his phone. He searched something before piercing you with a fierce gaze.

"Does this so-called sacred object have a defense mechanism? Or were you 'brave warriors' its only protection?" Whatever it was had been quick enough to whisk the sword away without being noticed?





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❤️ It has an alarm


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❤️ It is said Raikou will curse any who wield it forcefully

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❤️ We have a fake sword


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❤️ Other


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Sokolov Investigations [Player: Open]
POSTED ON Jan 3, 2024 5:32:06 GMT
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"Not for much longer, I'm afraid," Nikita remarked drily. He doubted the one who lost the artifact would receive the honor of upkeeping it for much longer.[break][break] As he spoke, the man began to do searches on his phone. To a casual onlooker, this seemed a string of unrelated queries.[break][break]"Do you have any other clues for me?" The man continued.






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❤️ I found this piece of tattered clothing.

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❤️ The backers of the shrine were having financial difficulties



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LEAGUE HOLIDAY PARTY (MEGA SOCIAL)
POSTED ON Dec 27, 2023 15:05:53 GMT
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[attr="class","nikita"]The man did not critique her awkwardness, but he also did not encourage it. Engaging in conversation encouraged people to stay. It was not so different from feeding a stray animal. Which, in most cases, was more trouble than it was worth. At least it is not another astronomy pun. Those are absolutely dreadful.

A hand waved vaguely in a gesture for calm. Just last week, he had been called a psychopath and fingered as a pedophile. The last thing he wished was for Miss Highland to get the wrong idea Another shot helped cool the raging beast in his belly for a few moments more. “My daughter adored you.” Her father’s work was boring, but a young girl doing the same was somehow the definition of cool. Even though years had passed, there were some things about a person that did not change.

The dour face is cracked by a sad, lonely smile. “She’d roll over in her grave if I didn’t.” At the g-word, his voice cracked. Most days, he tried to pretend they had never existed. The past and nostalgia were for softer-hearted men. Not revenants with hands tainted red. Any opportunity to dwell on grief ends as the readings are given.

At the base of the wall, Winters listens attentively to the reading. Nikita snorts. “What a load of rubbish.” He shakes his head. “There is some art to the chicanry. It's a pity people fall for it.” Who exactly should he reconcile with? Just a soliloquy to his wife’s skull? Aologize to a five-year-old with the memory of a Magikarp?

Hm. When was the last time he'd spoken to Andrei?

The man turned toward as she sat down. “Dr. Morales.” The greeting is soft. Shaking his head, he returns to nursing his drink. Satisfied with the reading, meanwhile, Detective Winters plops himself down between Elaine and the avatar. His faux antlers jingle gaily.




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LEAGUE HOLIDAY PARTY (MEGA SOCIAL)
POSTED ON Dec 18, 2023 23:16:26 GMT
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[attr="class","nikita"]The Houndstone sipped gingerly at his drink. Where it went—without a stomach or inner organs—was a great mystery of spectral Pokemon. As Elaine approached, the dog lifted his head. Beneath a pair of festive antlers, hellish coals stared out. But they did not seem angry or upset. “Stone.” A single comment serves as a way of greeting (and warning).

Nikita’s general aura had scared his previous companions away. His dourness made it difficult to enjoy egg nog and spiked cocoa. If a mistletoe bough hung above them, it would have withered. The chuff from Detective Winters makes him pivot in his seat. A salt and pepper brow raises. “Is it?” The man’s eyes swept over the partygoers, noting the earlier tension between a man and an amnesty recipient. To anyone who was a fan of detective work, the face would be familiar but off. As if a mosquito had drained the spark from his eyes. “I had not noticed.”

Then, finally, he truly looked at the intruder. A rare smile brightened his features as he identified her. “Miss Highland!” The tone draws the dog’s skull upward. “What a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” A hand gestures vaguely to the stool beside him. “Do take a seat.” When the zodiac hubbub kicks up behind him, the detective offers it little more than a passing glance. What utter bollocks.

More interested than his partner—and born in the same week—the hound moves toward the stone tablet. “Winters, why do you waste your time?” He places a paw at the bottom of the rock. When someone says ‘family,’ the ghost type barks. “Family it is.” With a shake f his head, Nikita throws the rest of his burning booze back.

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Healing Hands
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LEAGUE HOLIDAY PARTY (MEGA SOCIAL)
POSTED ON Dec 13, 2023 2:11:15 GMT
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[attr="class","nikita"]Once a year, he fulfilled this dreaded obligation—making an appearance at the office party. For this night, the man would ignore the baying of the hounds of vengeance. The urge to feed his need for puzzles would also be temporarily set aside. These specific things he would oblige. But he refused to dress festively. Not unless you count a red tie and sling as a show of Yuletide spirit. Tonight, he wore a suit that had once been finely cut. But, now, it seemed too large. As if someone had tried to stuff a scarecrow in a designer tuxedo.

Fortunately, the observatory offered some points of interest beyond mere gossip. After dropping his present beneath the telescope, the detective took a moment to ponder its view. But he did not see the reason for obsession. He’d always been far more interested in mysteries he could touch. Sharp eyes jumped between present parties. But—aside from the occasional hint of jealousy—there was little of interest. “Good evening.” The detective murmured to those he passed. Those involved with the party received a polite nod and a simple, “Beautiful work.”

Briefly, Nikita paused to watch teenagers sip at what appeared to be eggnog. He wondered if the beverage was age-appropriate. But he made no move to comment. If the children threw up, it would not be his job to clean it. At his heels, Detective Winters clattered along. A large wreathe—spotted with silver—replaced his typically subdued collar. “Let us get a drink.” The first alcoholic drink was laid on the floor. As his hound lapped at the fruity concoction, the detective sipped his whiskey.



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Teen on the Milk Carton [M]
POSTED ON Dec 12, 2023 4:01:26 GMT
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“Help! Somebody! Please!” Again, that human’s voice carried across the forest. A hint of tears could be heard beneath the panic. The voice itself was muffled—perhaps by a tarp of some kind? Nikita’s simple command overlaps with Ettie’s. “Winters.”

The Houndstine raced to follow the girl’s two hounds. After a few clattering steps, his form turned into smoke before vanishing into the shadows around them. A brief burst of purple flame in the distance showed he was rushing toward the same destination. This left Nikita and Ettie walking beside one another at a measured pace. “The voice appears to be male,” Nikita murmured a bit awkwardly. A sign of how little accustomed he was to doing this with others. That or an illustration of how unfamiliar he was with exuding optimism.

After a few moments, the group came upon a glade. A tent was situated at its center. Inside of it, a human shape thrashed—resembling a baby in a womb. “My leg! AHHH!” A large tree—obviously rotten—had collapsed upon the temporary shelter. It’d fallen on the wannabe explorer’s outstretched body. This and the collapse of his tent had left him trapped inside. Next to the remnants of an old fire, a campsite and backpack sat.

“Well, that’s unfortunate,” Nikita murmured to no one in particular. This potentially interesting case was nothing more than an idiot in the woods. The moment the man was free, he’d turn to leave with no further comment.




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Secret: Elise & Nikita [RT]
POSTED ON Dec 12, 2023 3:56:28 GMT
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[attr="class","nikita"]The detective nods. While there is mutual respect in the gaze he and Anne share, it lacks the fondness apparent in Winter’s sockets. Neither of them seems bothered by this. People existed to use one another and there is no shame in doing so, especially if one was honest about the bargain struck. “She is a welcome addition, certainly.” In battles like this—and assassination attempts—the long-range proficiency often made the difference. The vanishing bullets also made it difficult to track down their source.

“Thank you, your highness.” The man nods just once as he pulls his gun from its holster. After a quick once over, he flips the safety off. “If I had to theorize, they will approach from the southeast.” His tired eyes shift in the indicated direction. This guess proved correct as the Aggron and Tyranitar took center stage. Finding themselves trapped, the creatures reacted with desperation.

Attacks flew around them from all sides. The Intelleon’s next shot punched through one of the Steelix’s main plates, sending it flopping back into its hole. “Stay back.” From a ball at his waist, Nikita pulled out another Pokeball. “End this, Ignatius.” With escape impossible for them, the Glalie that emerged would spell their end with a Sheer Cold. As the attack ended, the exhausted Pokemon almost tumbled to the floor.

The trapped valley turned into a frigid land of death. One held back by the Glalie’s careful manipulation of his element. As the three fell, the man would resume walking toward their destination. “The coast should be clear.” And, for this particular mission, it would be.


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[RT] SHORE: Nikita + Fern
POSTED ON Dec 12, 2023 3:51:07 GMT
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[attr="class","nikita"]The detective felt rot down to his core. While never a bleeding heart, he once had one. There was more beneath the shell than vengeance and fumes. It would not produce something as lovely as fine wine. But these things he did not voice to the Rocket. Instead, he merely murmured, “More like a classic song, I believe.” Why he preferred this analogy to wine was not expanded on.

Nikita’s lips press into a thin line at the comment about sour apples. “Tch.” It did not take a genius detective to know what that was referencing. The acidic juice falls over the group in a fruity, unwelcome rain. It eats at Nikita’s tactical gear and leaves his sling smoking. When he lowers his hand from his eyes, he finds the Intelleon gasping for breath on the ground below. A hand lifts in a threat as she prepares to blast all three from the air.

Then, her yellow eyes meet Nikia’s. The water attack was powerful but its path endangered the detective. “Fire.” The order is confident. Detective Winters will catch him. He always does. As the lizard fires, Nikita slides over to avoid the attack. The ghoulish hound is clipped by a ball of infernal fire on his way to steady him.

And that damnable apple juice upends the detective’s landing. Suddenly, he’s plummeting toward the ground. He feels a tug as the now smoldering dog grabs him. But, then, an impact on the back of his head turns everything black.


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Sokolov Investigations [Player: Open]
POSTED ON Dec 10, 2023 2:56:15 GMT
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The detective leaned back in his chair. "I see." A thoughtful moment passed his face as he lit up a cigarette. Any attempt to interrupt him was met with a steely-eyed glare. [break][break]

If it had been hidden, he wondered how anyone knew it was stolen. "So, a sacred artifact was stolen from a hidden shrine? " A puff f smoke swirls lazily into the skies. "And how did you come to know this?"




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October 21
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Collateral Damage [M][Kaz]
POSTED ON Dec 8, 2023 22:40:50 GMT
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[attr="class","nikita"]After falling from that arch, the world went black.

When the detective woke up, he was trussed up like an action film hostage. For a moment, his eyes remained tightly closed. There was a possibility he’d been taken prisoner; it’d be unwise to broadcast his consciousness without ascertaining his location. The sound of beeping, terrible television, and distant call signs informed him that this was a hospital and not a prison facility.

That was somehow worse. With a groan, his blue-grey eyes drifted open. “Nngh.” His head felt like a balloon made of lead—likely courtesy of whatever cocktail they were feeding him. Surveying the room, Nikita found his displeasure growing by the second. There was nothing of interest in the room except for a whiteboard with some obnoxious hearts doodled on it. His nurse for the day was Jenny, but she and the doctor had already made his rounds.

At the very least, it seemed he’d have some peace and quiet. Fumbling for a cigarette—or any fix really—he found himself demeaned by the stereotypical backless gown. “Tch.” Skeletal fingers moved toward the back of his hand, aching to tug the IV out and escape from this place. The sound of squeaking shoes was all the warning he got. “Grandpa!” A boy burst through the door. An Alakazam hovered behind him, a relieved smile on her face.

“Are you okay!?” Samuel’s voice was like knives to his aching head. “Do you need me to help with the pillow! I can get the remote!” Like a whirlwind, the elementary schooler left his mark on the room. “They told me you got hurt fighting! Did you win?” Nikita just sighed. Batting the boy’s hand away, the detective moved to swing bare legs off the bed. “Of course, Samuel.”

But he hadn’t. A fact the inner hound in him sought to remedy. That electric menace would be next on his list.

Suddenly, a little hand was tugging on his arm and trying to get him to his feet. The needle dug deeper into his skin. He saw those bright blues far closer than he needed to. That helpful, insistent expression was the spitting image of his grandmother. Just like every other damned part of the damned boy. “I can help you go potty! The nurse said you shouldn’t be up on—” Already far from the most patient man, Nikita snapped. “Be quiet, Samuel.” It was a venomous, nasty hiss.

Then, the boy’s lips started to quiver. “I—I—I—I'm sorry.” The waterworks just made things worse. With frustration evident, Nikita's tongue cracked like a whip. "Just stop."


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