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| Hitting Where It Hurts; Dave, Myr and Silver | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 26 2014, 05:21 AM (1,064 Views) | |
| Mister Karma | Mar 26 2014, 05:21 AM Post #1 |
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*Next Morning* Something felt different, smelled off even, as Dave was slowly drifting back from his slumber. A shroud of grog over him, Dave scanned his surroundings, unaware of where he was or what was going on. This was not his big bed in his manor in Hell. This was a big bed on a water-bound vessel that didn't even feel like it was on a body of water at all. Dave took a quick peek out the window from his position, half expecting the "skyline" of Gehenna to spread across the horizon, but instead, it was a sight he had been without for over two years. A beautiful, breathtaking sunrise at sea met with his gold eyes, making Dave sigh. He was unsure what the emotion was. He was unsure what he was doing here at all. What was he doing all of last night? Dave flopped back down lightly, the blanket still draped over him as he tried to let himself go back to sleep. No doubt, Tam was worried where he was. What if she thought he was dead? Who did she send to go find him? Did she go to the surface herself to find him? The wolf king kept his calm on his surface, but deep down, he was worrying. Over-thinking did wonders, and as an old mentor of his used to say, Some things just don't mean anything. |
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| EightTailFox | Mar 29 2014, 08:52 PM Post #2 |
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Silver is already awake and in her office looking over a summary of the data off the pen-drive Myr'rym collected from Dave. The extra dimensional portal device looks like an interesting threat if they could pull it off in a controllable manner. Though judging by the end of a video transcript she just read it was not going very well so far. They would need to see that it stays that way. Definitely something to send over to her counterpart in the shadows. She'll send the over the flash drive and of all the technical data they pulled off it as well. Another interesting note added a new flag to their file on the New Haven Mayor. It does seem that they will need to be watched a tad more closely. She does wonder how they got the monster into such a high position of power. And how they missed figuring out what he was for so long. She rereads the executive summery before getting up and stretching. It is nearly time to make sure Dave is awake. She heads to the door. The inside of Silver's suite is very spacious, 1900 square-feet of luxury. The expansive wide living room with a panoramic view from 40-feet above the waves in the direction the ship is sailing. At the very center of the living room is a lounge area made up of a horse shoe of three large couches so everyone had a view out floor the ceiling windows. The two bedrooms, two baths, and an office occupy 'ell' shape chunks around the sides and aft walls the square foot suite. A full kitchen is tucked into the elbow of the ell on the right side of the suite against the master bath and suite. The kitchen flows neatly into the wine rack and dining area. The wine is shaded from the light by the over size vertical boards that extend generously out the front of the racks. On the other side of the living room another lounge area is arranged to face a large video wall. She smirks as she pulls the lever to unlock her door. The suite side of the door has sections of the steel door and wood paneling have been replaced with optical sapphire panels so that the movement of the brass plated hatch mechanism is clearly visible through the wood framed transparent faceted panels. It gave the door a very steam-punk look. The outside the door looks like it would fit nicely on a castle, being composed of heavy oak boards glued and bolted to a steel backing. Silver heads up to the bridge to check in with the captain. She listens to the complaints about the maids current lack of dress code. The silver vixen smiles and explains to the captain that the crew should enjoy it while it lasts. She checks their course and location before leaving and heading to The Black Sky Lounge, The lounge is mostly black with red, silver, and mahogany accents. There is a heavy wood and black stone bar with a well stock display cabinets behind it. Unlike in the White Sky Lounge, larger four seat tables rest near the large windows. A raised island provided a second line with a good view out the window and provided more counter top area place stools. Farther back are larger tables and booths that enjoyed a view of the bar instead of out the windows. ----- Edge “The Rapid” Ferris travels the hallways to Dave's suite. She is wearing a chest baring open black shirt with white emblems loosely held close by a sash around the waist. The shirt sleeves are rolled up and worn over black trousers tucked into white boots. Her accessories includes a gold bracelet on the right wrist, chain necklace with the ends tuck between her breasts, and shoulder dagger harness worn under the shirt. She fluffs her light blue mohawk and flicks her wolf ears to listen for signs that Dave is awake before knocking on the suites door anyway. |
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| Mister Karma | Mar 29 2014, 09:39 PM Post #3 |
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I have no set sleep schedule.
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He woke back up, unable to sleep when the wolf realized there was no one in the bed beside him to cuddle with. Where was Myr'rym Kitty? She's probably back in her own room, Dave thought with a shrug as he stretched and yawned, reaching for a navy blue robe draped over the headboard. He got out of the bed, slipping the robe on him completely before stepping out into the living room. Dave scanned the room, recalling the events of the previous night, the playing, the use of every corner of the suite, and all he could do was chuckle silently and shake his head. At himself. For allowing the night to go the route it did. "Heheh...my name is Dave, and I am an infidel," he quietly told himself as he took another glance at his wedding band. That conversation with Tam was inevitable. "Was fun, though." The clothes from both lovers were scattered on the floor and couch still, minus the green dress and purse from Myr, which told Dave his regular clothes from after the beach trip weren't delivered back, at least, not to the living room anyway. At least she went back to her suite dressed...not that he minded the eye candy either way, but manners were manners. If memory served well, they also weren't delivered directly to the bedroom. Got to be the closet... A roll of his eyes and a sigh later, Dave turned on his heel to scope out the closet next to the bathroom door. Not much for stored items, aside from his clothes, washed and folded neatly right in front of him, and the things he bought while at the souvenir store yesterday, still in the bags right beside the clothing. There were also the assortment of Archives supplied guest clothing, but he had no intention of wearing these at this point. Not to be rude, but my own clothes are now cleaned. Dave double checked his clothes, making sure his black tank-top, blue jeans, socks and boxers were all together. At his feet were his black minotaur leather boots. They looked to have been shined overnight. Impressive work ethic, he thought with a grin. These girls sure know how to take care of their guests. He took a quick sniff of himself before grimacing. He doubted the crew and no doubt Silver, would want to spend their morning smelling the scent of his and Myr'rym's fun. Who was he, Gilgrim after a virgin sacrifice?! "Gonna need to shower," he told himself as he grabbed his clothes and stepped into the bathroom. He spent about ten minutes in there, just cleaning and soaping himself off, his subconscious lost in the thoughts of the family he felt he turned his back on. Every promise felt broken, every smile he saw on Talis's face suddenly riddled him with guilt the more he thought about it. Vitani was without a doubt so happy for Dave finally tying the knot with Tam, and as for the bubbly lion princess herself, she could not stop crying tears of joy the day they got married. He had to constantly remind her as he laughed silently, "It's okay, babe, I'm here, not going anywhere except to work and back, and we're going to raise a beautiful family...however many kids you want. I love children." Did those memories not mean anything to him?! Of course...of course they did. Once Dave thought about it, what he just did last night was for the benefit of his family. A smart and powerful demoness like Myr'rym was definitely a worthy ally...sexy, too. Really sexy. Tam enjoyed time with other women just as much as she enjoyed time with Dave. Who knew? Maybe the two kitties would get along well. Dave turned off the shower head, grabbing a towel to dry himself off with before slipping on his clean clothes, the smell now off him and replaced with the fancy soaps and shampoos left for guests' enjoyment. He knew what he was going to tell his wife when he got home. Question is...is Tam going to be calm enough to understand? Hormones were an evil thing. There was a knock at his door, just as Dave left the bathroom to slip his boots back on. Perfect timing. There was still the matter of the scattered clothing, however. Quickly and efficiently, Dave picked up each article of clothing, folding them properly before setting them neatly in a stack on the couch. Yes, he even folded Myr'rym's tiny dress as best as he could, setting that on top of the guest clothes before heading to the door. Wordlessly, with a purposeful stride, Dave opened the door to Edge, the other maid he had not seen since just after she served him and Myr'rym the night before, at the White Sky Lounge. Thankfully the bright sun rose on the other side of the yacht, so there was no "new light" blinding him...not yet, anyway. "Morning to you," he greeted cheerfully. |
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| EightTailFox | Mar 30 2014, 12:04 AM Post #4 |
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"Good morning," Edge replies back after Dave opens the door. Good he is dressed, she thinks. It would speed things along. "Silver, invites you to a private breakfast with her to continue the talk started yesterday," She adds to explain her presence in front of Dave's room. She waits for him to get ready before leading him to the Black Sky Lounge. The leader of the archives sits at one of the tables with her back to the windows sipping strong breakfast tea. "Good Morning, Dave," Silver greets once the wolves enter the Lounge. "We have much to talk about, but first sit down and order yourself some breakfast. I believe Myr'rym informed you that we have an excellent chef and a well stocked pantry, so feel free to order what ever you want." she instructs in a cheerful friendly voice. |
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| Mister Karma | Mar 30 2014, 05:52 AM Post #5 |
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((Unsure if our waitress is right there,so I'll take your word for it and place my order.)) "That is very generous of her," Dave responded with a smile. Good, breakfast. He hated early mornings, but free food made waking up worth it. Dave wondered why he hadn't become over five-hundred pounds in his lifetime with how much he could eat. He followed behind Edge, taking a moment to note her choice of clothing for the day. She wore an outfit which bore an uncanny resemblance to his casual dress down in Hell, save for the fishnet undershirt he would wear with it. Other than that, her ensemble was practically spot-on. Either that, or we got some Tales fans on board this yacht... "Good Morning, Dave," Silver greets once the wolves enter the Lounge. "Morning, Silver," Dave said with a cheerful wave. "We have much to talk about, but first sit down and order yourself some breakfast. I believe Myr'rym informed you that we have an excellent chef and a well stocked pantry, so feel free to order what ever you want." "Excellent," he answered as he grabbed a seat across from the silver fox. With a well stocked pantry in mind, there were a few breakfasts Dave wanted to give a shot, but he could only settle on one. He didn't want to eat them out of house and home, after all. Think I'm gonna go for a chipotle omelet with a large iced coffee, extra cream and extra sugar, Dave mused. Mocha in an iced coffee did not mix very well. Mocha in an iced coffee tasted very bitter. An iced coffee with extra cream and extra sugar tasted much sweeter. The man with ADHD knew his coffee. He had to; coffee kept him calm. "I'll have a chipotle omelet and a large iced coffee, extra-extra," Dave said before letting Silver place her order, if she hadn't already. |
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| EightTailFox | Mar 30 2014, 06:32 PM Post #6 |
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"Vegetarian or non-vegetarian?" Edge asks Dave about the omelet. "The chef has my order already" Silver informs the maid. Edge fetches the coffee service from behind the bar. She brews a thick coffee syrup using a french press. She pours the fresh hot coffee syrup into a cup of ice and adds enough cream to fill the glass up the rest of the way. She adds the sugar before delivering the fresh cup of ice coffee and a fresh cup of hot water to the table. "Is the coffee to your liking?" Edge asks. After confirming that the coffee is satisfactory to Dave, she excuses herself to the kitchen to deliver Dave's order to the kitchen. "Did you sleep well last night?" Silver asks to pass the time while their food is prepared. It does not take long for their breakfasts to be plated and sent back across the hall. Edge rolls in a cart with their breakfasts under shiny protective serving domes to keep them warm over the short trip from the kitchens. "For the wolf, one chipotle omelet." Edge says setting a omelet large enough to cover the dinner plate down in front of Dave. "And for the master a nice English breakfast." She says placing down a plate with fried eggs, buttered English muffins, large sausage links, thick sliced bacon, and wedges of watermelon and cantaloupe. Edge turns back to Dave and asks, "Do you want any ketchup, hot sauce, or salsa for your omelet?" |
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| Mister Karma | Mar 31 2014, 01:05 AM Post #7 |
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"Non-vegetarian, please," Dave informed as he waited for his food and coffee. The iced coffee took a little to prepare, but that first sip would have been worth it by the time Edge came back with the prepared morning beverage. He took the first sip of the coffee, the cold beverage hitting his taste buds and waking him up instantly. Yup, he was a New England raised Hellborn. "Is the coffee to your liking?" Edge asks. "Did a great job on it," Dave told the maid with a grin. It was no "typical" morning-stop coffee, but it was coffee regardless, and it was a little different from what he was used to. "Did you sleep well last night?" Silver asks. Dave silently laughed at the question. When did the demon lord ever really get to sleep? "Sleep? Don't know the definition of the word," he told her truthfully, without revealing the previous night's events. He took a sip of his coffee before continuing, "I work so much, two hours' sleep rests me perfectly." Coupled with the fact that he had a child that still had nightmares every so often, along with Tam waking up and needing him to hold onto for a few hours, one could say the statement was believable otherwise. "For the wolf, one chipotle omelet." Dave feasted his eyes on the meal that was set in front of him, taking in just how large the food was on his plate. The large omelet took up the entire plate, a little off the sides even, just the way the wolf liked it. Silver had quite the setup for a traditional breakfast. He was tempted to ask, just for humor's sake, "Want to trade?" but he held in the urge to do so. Something told him this was a more serious kind of conversation, and the lord needed to act accordingly, at least for the contents ahead. "Do you want any ketchup, hot sauce, or salsa for your omelet?" Edge offers. "I'll take a side of salsa on top, please," Dave suggested. |
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| EightTailFox | Mar 31 2014, 09:08 PM Post #8 |
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"Sleep? Don't know the definition of the word. I work so much, two hours' sleep rests me perfectly." "Ah. So a busy night for you then. Hope you got lots of work done." Silver says with a smirk. Silver drops the tea ball into the fresh cup of hot water for steeping. "I'll take a side of salsa on top, please," Dave suggested. Edge opens the jar of salsa and spoons out a line of salsa across the omelet. "Is that enough?" The maid asks politely as she finishes the line of red across the sheet of egg. Silver scans over her food. Everything looks excellent as always. She starts on the eggs then slices into one of the links. "So anything you want to know about? Feel free to ask about anything." Silver invites Dave to chat. |
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| Mister Karma | Mar 31 2014, 10:28 PM Post #9 |
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"There's usually a price for forging an alliance," Dave answered nonchalantly, watching Edge line his omelet with some salsa. "Is that enough?" The maid asks politely. "Yes, thank you," he answered contently. He started cutting off a piece of his omelet, taking a bite as Silver began conversation. "So anything you want to know about? Feel free to ask about anything." As Dave chewed his food, he thought for a second over a series of questions he wished to ask. He remembered the thumb drive he gave Myr'rym, and he was confident the kitty gave Silver the device. He also recalled how Silver previously addressed him. "Daymian Apollo Cruxis, Jr." Junior?? First thought, he was barely blood with Daymian, and secondly, Dave only remembered his own name as Dave and then whatever last name he decided to adopt until Itachi recognized his likeness as Zeron's. He would save the personal questions for later, right now business was business. As he finished his first piece of egg, Dave asked, "Just curious about the thumb drive I gave to Myr yesterday. What information, if any, did you manage to get out of it, if you don't mind my asking?" |
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| EightTailFox | Apr 1 2014, 04:25 PM Post #10 |
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Edge excuses herself and takes up a position behind the bar so the two can have privacy to talk. Silver waits for her second tea to finish before replying to Dave's question. "Pretty much everything we think. Everything on the memory chips been cracked wide open. Still waiting from the techs taking it apart to learn if there is is any additional layers of data written into the flash drive not accessible by a standard computer." Silver says while holding up the tea ball. She sets it down on a spare saucer. "The most interesting bit of information is that New Haven's Mayor Harrison Roberts is more of a threat we believed previously. It seems that the mayor and ANGEL's inter-planar project are closely linked. It seems the Mayor is a product of the early stages of the project. And of course we found that ANGEL and VS Pharmaceutical are working together yet again." Silver summarizes. |
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| Mister Karma | Apr 2 2014, 12:48 AM Post #11 |
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"Pretty much everything we think. Everything on the memory chips been cracked wide open. Still waiting from the techs taking it apart to learn if there is is any additional layers of data written into the flash drive not accessible by a standard computer." "Well, I guess it's a good thing I brought it to you guys to inspect," Dave said with a sheepish grin, "because I can't crack anything computer-related except the hard drive in frustration." He took another bite of his food as Silver continued, "The most interesting bit of information is that New Haven's Mayor Harrison Roberts is more of a threat we believed previously." That statement made the wolf stop mid-meal, as he shifted his eyes upward at the vixen and arched an eyebrow in piqued interest. He set down the third piece of omelet. "Oh?" he asked. "It seems that the mayor and ANGEL's inter-planar project are closely linked. It seems the Mayor is a product of the early stages of the project," Silver explained. "And no one in the city is suspecting this why?" Dave inquired, thinking over the guarded mentality of the city as a whole. They would not want any nonhuman in office running the city. So what business would an ANGEL-created being have in a mayoral position? "You'd think with how paranoid the people are, they'd keep their politics strictly human." "And of course we found that ANGEL and VS Pharmaceutical are working together yet again," she finished. But weren't they always working together? The last Dave heard of VS Pharmaceutical, he had just initiated Kane into his pack that suddenly disbanded. After that, A.N.G.E.L. sort of took over the scene and shushed the Pharmaceutical superpower. "So VS Pharmaceutical's done being quiet," Dave concluded, shifting his head up now to make full eye contact with Silver. "Alright, let's start with the political turmoil. How does a city figurehead correlate with an inter-planar project?" |
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| EightTailFox | Apr 4 2014, 02:55 PM Post #12 |
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Dave says with a sheepish grin, "...because I can't crack anything computer-related except the hard drive in frustration." Silver grins, "That is why we have tech support." "And no one in the city is suspecting this why? You'd think with how paranoid the people are, they'd keep their politics strictly human." Dave inquires. "I think we had some of the Archives' own tricks tossed back at us. Smoke, mirrors, and data manipulation. Also likely lots of money exchanged behind the scenes." Silver explains. "So VS Pharmaceutical's done being quiet," Dave concludes. "Yes. I had hope the last pruning of their less savory adventures would have set them back more. Sadly striking deeper is not something in the spirit of the organization's mission. We are a moderating force not a sword of judgement. Judgement is the job of Angels and Demons. A celestial's job is to protect the stability of the mulitverse. Breaking the inter-planar project is more than within my place as a celestial and leader of the Archives'." Silver says. "Alright, let's start with the political turmoil. How does a city figurehead correlate with an inter-planar project?" "Not that deeply. He was present at some of the tests. He did not look that happy to be witnessing the experiments in action." She replies. Silver washes down the last of the eggs with a sip of tea. She starts on the meats and biscuits. "Hard to say why. He is a politician after all, they have so many things they find distasteful." She comments. "As for political turmoil, having the Mayor being more than just a puppet of ANGEL or the VS is a valid to encourage a change of leadership." She adds coldly. |
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| Mister Karma | Apr 6 2014, 07:35 AM Post #13 |
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"Not that deeply. He was present at some of the tests. He did not look that happy to be witnessing the experiments in action." Dave withheld the urge to snort into laughter as he heard that unsurprising remark, instead masking it very well with a bite of omelet, finishing the breakfast. Harrison Roberts hated anything that seemed to go against "natural boundaries." Things like pro-choice, same-sex marriage, and GMO's because "God does not intend for these kinds of things to happen; it is a sin!" It insulted the very foundation of democracy Dave and his family helped forge the foundations for back in the times of the Revolutionary. "I'm really not surprised with that," he remarked. "He's against anything that could tear our very world apart." "Hard to say why. He is a politician after all, they have so many things they find distasteful." She comments. "It's all about appealing to the public," Dave said. "Flip-flopping, if you will." "As for political turmoil, having the Mayor being more than just a puppet of ANGEL or the VS is a valid to encourage a change of leadership." She adds coldly. Dave thought that statement over, there were so many possibilities that pointed to why Silver stated this, and in the manner that she did. He always did think something was up with Harry Roberts. Occasionally on a job for the council, Dave would pick up a newspaper and read yet another article on a Mayoral scandal, and somewhere in that article would be an apology quoted by him to the people of New Haven. Who knew what the scandal was? Dave didn't really care about New Haven's current setup. His only concern was Hell and ousting the remnants of Lucifer's corruption. The Mayor's scandals could be about the way he used the bathroom for all he cared; the entire system needed to be rebuilt. Everything had gone to hell, figuratively, after the nuclear war. After a moment, Dave found the right words to his question. "Does he hold any other outside connections besides A.N.G.E.L. or Pharmaceutical?" he asked. "Maybe there is a reason for his constant appearance on the front page of the papers. I mean, I've read them quite a bit while I would be up here on business. No political figure except maybe Congressmen make the front page on a weekly basis without some kind of horrendous scandal to go with it." |
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| EightTailFox | Apr 6 2014, 04:39 PM Post #14 |
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"Well, there does seem to be a connection to one of the Mafias. Not the one in control of the city docks. We managed to get that group pretty much under our thumb after some disagreements over shipping," Silver explains with a feral grin. Serves them right to try to extract a bribe from her on this ship. Proper fees and taxes are fine, but no one shakes down the Archives' or its leader for protection money: not the navy, not pirates, and definitely not no mafia who heaviest weapon are some .308 rifles. The pirates at least had a few RPG's on hand to scorch the paint. On the other hand keeping that little mafia in charge of the docks made it easier to keep an eye on what comes into the city. |
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| Mister Karma | Apr 6 2014, 06:37 PM Post #15 |
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"Well, there does seem to be a connection to one of the Mafias. Not the one in control of the city docks. We managed to get that group pretty much under our thumb after some disagreements over shipping." Dave rolled his eyes, why did politics always seem to connect to the criminal underworld? He took a sip of his iced coffee. "Typical New Haven," he muttered, setting down his pick-me-up. "There's always a mob trying to get the city by the balls...which family is he running with?" Dave only knew of one family that tried going the direct route, which in all honesty did catapult them straight into financial success through "professional" debt-collecting. If they were here in New Haven after all these decades of running Boston, then he was going to have to go take a detour in his objectives. "He may have many smaller connections if it's the family I'm thinking." |
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