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| Tien | Jul 16 2017, 03:45 AM Post #1 |
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Jingisukan started her day with a rabbit. A dead rabbit. It wasn’t her catch or kill, but one Tien had provided, fresh from one of the snares that very dawn. She also had a very sharp knife, whose edge she examined by her exposed and lidless eye but was careful not to recklessly touch. She pushed the rabbit around on the cutting board, considering different orientations until it seemed in the right place for being handled. Then she set about the task of skinning and chopping it the better to make a meal out of. There wasn't much to be taken away from the lower limbs, Tien had said, so Jin simply took the knife to the rabbit's knees and removed those. Then she worked its tip under the skin and slit up the insides of the legs, making a connecting cut between. She paused to poke at the edges of a cut, teasing the skin away from the meat beneath. It was odd just how thin the rabbit's skin was she knew a raven's beak couldn't get through it, and yet there was so little to that outer layer. The skin also peeled off rather easily from the body, as if hardly anything connected it to the rabbit proper at all. Just thin little wisps of translucent stuff, something that reminded her of spider silk, if spider silk came in sheets stronger than it looked, but not strong enough to offer more than a token resistance against her fingers. Jin worked her fingers further under the skin until she had enough loose to turn the edge over and get a good grip on it. Then she pulled the skin off towards the head, not all at once but in stages, turning the rabbit over from time to time to work on both sides. It came away easily, if slowly; she was probably more careful than she needed to be, but Jin wanted it to come out well. The hardest part was dealing with the front legs when she got to them. Jin couldn't remember if she was supposed to make slits the way she had for the back pair or cut around them, or just keep pulling the skin off... As she looked at the carcass, that last didn't seem like it would really work she needed to get the skin off over the neck and head too. Maybe that also needed to be cut out. She finally decided to leave off the front part from the pelt; she reclaimed the knife and made a cut around the skin, behind the forelegs and shoulders. That left her with a furry tube in one hand and a half-dressed rabbit in the other. The pelt, she set aside, focusing on the rest of the carcass. It needed to be a completely undressed rabbit, with the possible exception of the head Jin thought she could just take that off entirely. So she did, leaning on the knife until it crunched through the spine, then cutting through the flesh of the neck. A cut down the front and two more down the insides of the forelegs let her pull off the rest of the skin, a less-neatly-shaped flap of fur which she set over with the rest. The next part was to take out the guts. Tien had told her they could spoil the meat if left in too long, though this rabbit hadn't been dead long enough for that to happen. Jin was familiar enough with the insides of animals to know how to start that; a cut into the stomach would avoid all the ribs and things. So she made one and felt around inside until she found places where organs attached to non-organ things. They came loose readily, too, and went into a small pile on the edge of the board. Jingisukan took a moment to clean out the rabbit's body cavity, just to be sure she'd gotten everything. That took care of all the innards now all she had to do was chop it up into bite sized pieces without chopping her fingers, but she wasn't very concerned about that happening considering the hand not holding the knife was entirely metal. She took the limbs off first, and cut them up; the knife wouldn't go through those thicker bones, so she separated the meat. The ribs, on the other hand, broke easily, and she left them in the resulting pieces. Some got chopped up pretty small, about half the size of her thumb, and others she left bigger because it was boring if everything was all the same. A rabbit turned out to become rather a lot of pieces of meat when it was cut up. More of a pile than Jinhad expected, anyway, when she first contemplated the thing. She didn't need them all now; the leftovers got put in a jar and under cool water, where Tien could get them later. Just as she approached their cooking pit, armed with every piece of meat that she had cut, Tien came into the room, sitting as he usually did near the porch of the small hut. There was a time when he would have remarked about the progression of their meal, or inquire about her tending to her numerous duties, but he had forgone that formality a long time ago. He was silent for that time being, starting with pursed lips out the open door frame of the house. The conversation was between the two of them had been put off for weeks. Sessions upon sessions had passed. The winter had shifted into a quiet spring and an even quieter summer all without a mention of the attack that had taken place on the mountain. Whether it be from genuine lack of understanding that Tien never seemed to lack or an unexplained uncomfortableness to the event, Jin was unable to decide. She kept her mouth shut about the entire ordeal, and Tien appreciated her all the better for it. Wc: 1,001 |
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| Tien | Aug 4 2017, 12:24 AM Post #2 |
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The day had been in its adolescence, and on this fine morning, Jin found herself exploring the "entirety of the mountain" or so she thought. Paozu was a place just as beautiful as it was dangerous, and Jin picked up on that fact rather swiftly. Jin had to adapt, and become stronger in order to survive; she knew that she would not be interested in the majority of the people she met here. Tien was the only person that mattered to her, and she would do anything if it meant progressing her training. Perhaps the next time that they got to work she would come out stronger than she had ever been before. She stood upright with her fists clenched tightly, and she walked along the river bank a short distance away from the water. Jin began to wonder whether or not this was some strange form of punishment. Maybe Tien blamed her for the attack that took place. Perhaps if she had been stronger she could have defeated the strange individuals who had ambushed them. Jin suddenly began to run at a brisk pace, and she spotted a rather large rock which erected itself from the ground diagonally. She stopped and knelt down for a moment; only to notice that the coloration of the golden-brown sand became darkened here. Perhaps it was because of the fact that the large rock cast a massive shadow which extended for what appeared to have been several feet. The sand which surrounded the rock had been the same color as the rock itself. She began to theorize and thought to herself aloud. “Perhaps there is a process. A natural one that destroys rocks, and maybe other things as well. I've never seen a rock this smooth. This rock. It's been here for a long time. I believe that maybe the sand over time made it this way. She concluded his thought and backed away from the rock just as swiftly as she approached it. This newfound area always seemed to be incredibly hot, and the air was thick; although the mountain was gorgeous in appearance. She decided that she would go beyond the river, and walk into the thick vegetation of the jungle. Jin quickly stumbled upon several plants that she had been unfamiliar with, and then she discovered a Tree. One so massive that it certainly did stand out among its peers; the top appeared to have been so far away from the ground where she stood that she questioned its origin. Jin decided that she could use it to train with. She closed her eyes tightly and inhaled slowly followed by an exhalation. She channeled ki throughout her body which started at her heels; she planted her feet shoulder width apart. She made an observation about the ki whilst she attempted to control where it moved, and how much of it she used all at the same time. Jin continued to theory-craft and decided that she would attempt to manipulate the ki with a bit more precision. She focused so intensely that she could hear the throbbing of her heart, and attempted to visualize her body. Jin brought her palms together as if she were praying; however, she visualized her ki starting in the center of her chest. Where the steady throb came from; she could feel her heart beat, and attempted to control the ki as it attempted to run wild. Her breathing became heavy, and rather than enhance the typical parts of her body such as her limbs she would try something more dangerous today. Jin knew the dangers of her discipline and decided that rather than using a large amount of ki all at the same time in her heart that she would attempt to distribute the rest evenly. Jin suddenly felt her heart pound so hard that she felt as if she were going to fall over at any moment. She continued to visualize her body; in her mind, she saw a shadowed figure with multiple red lines running across it to represent the blood in her body. What she currently imagined was her attempting to tame once a large amount of ki she would have used under normal circumstances, and attempted to move four other individual amounts of energy simultaneously. She was not a very good at multitasking inthis regard nor was she the most observant individual, and she could feel the ki as it traveled through her muscles rapidly and came to rest within the palms of her hands and at the base of her heels. Only when she felt comfortable enough to control her Ki did she decide to make use of it to its fullest potential. She knew that she had to concentrate heavily on her heart because of the fact that the Ki was a dangerous tool. Her heart hammered away beneath her chest cavity far faster than she has ever known it to before. She felt each and every individual beat and unleashed a ferocious combination of strikes on the tree simultaneously. The first strike was with her right palm; often considered to be her primary hand to strike with. The first strike landed incredibly fast, and Jin felt a sudden burn and sting as a direct result of a lactic acid buildup in her entire arm. However, just as quickly as she felt the burns and stings the sensation disappeared all at the same time. Perhaps the rapid increase of her heart-rate reduced the amount of exhaustion in her muscles. Jin thought to herself as she continued, and rotated the entirety of her body with her next palm-strike to the Tree. She delivered the strike with quite a bit of force, and while the first strike only violently shook the very base of the Tree; the second strike took a large chunk of bark with it. Jin threw yet another strike, and although he was not an acrobatic individual she leaped forward and rotated her hip in order to strike the Tree with her left shin. Although that caused her an immense amount of pain she attempted to remain strong and clenched her jaw. As she brought back her leg, and attempted to stand upon it with all of her weight she felt the equivalent of being stricken with a hammer to the shin. She ignored the pain and carried on with her final strike, and she intended to take down the massive Tree with the final one only to fail. As her leg rocketed toward the Tree, and she completed the entire motion. The blow followed through, and as a result a large chunk of wood flew away from the Tree. Jin was not yet satisfied with herself and thought for a moment about whether or not she should continue. She had already learned that Ki could be used to increase the heart rate. Jin had yet to ever invent a specific technique; all of the great masters of a combat style were also the creators of their own techniques. Some were even known to have honed a single technique to the point that they did not need to specialize in anything else. Jin began to wander off into the depths of her vivid imagination. She watched Tien dispatch of the demon that night. She recalled the blinding immense light, the way it affected the very terrain around them. She snapped out of her brief daydream and decided that she would try to mimic the very technique that he had used. Jin bounced back and forth on the balls of her feet regarding the tree in front of her. The training that she had been participating in with Tien had shown her just how ignorant she was when it came to martial prowess as a whole. Jin was not a person who sought conflict but it seemed that conflict was making itself more prominent in her life. She did not shy away from such a thing but it brought her a measure of sadness. Nevertheless, it was better to live prepared than it was to hide away from the world that was harsh and mildly unforgiving. Breathing steadily, the woman found the isle of calm that rests at the center of her being despite the thoughts that crashed through her head. She was familiar with the basics of her hand to hand fighting style. It was the time that she ventured forward in search of her own techniques. Striking out, Jin brought her first forward to jab at the tree trunk. As she did so, her other hand came out to block the oncoming strike of her inanimate enemy. She juts her palm upward pressing it into the wood feeling the kickback of its immovability. She would be sore, her hands would likely be raw by the time she was finished with this particular training session but she would be stronger for it. This training would be different, however. Reaching inside of herself, Jin opened herself up to the awareness that lingered on the edge of her mind. She dove into the ebb and flow of herself taking a moment to focus the Ki Ki within her arms. The energy was clumsy in her mental grasp. It felt heavy and barely compliant to her wishes but with focus, she was able to push the flow into the muscles of her arms. Keeping hold of that energy, Jin struck out again with an upward jab to the center of the training dummy. In her mind’s eye, she envisioned the flat of her palm coming to slam against the chest of an exposed opponent. The intent behind the force of the impact was to off balance the opponent. Whether or not it would ever be a successful strike, Jin hoped she wouldn’t have to find out. It was a curious thing to think about as she released the hold on the energy within her arms. The muscles felt heavier as a result of her exertion. The control she maintained over the Ki was still sluggish at best. Still, she knew that the only way she was going to become more familiar with how it worked, how it flowed through her body, was to use it. The energy appealed to Jin not just because of the fact that it could enhance her physical strength, speed, and reflexes but because it called to her about discipline. It resonated with her with notions of balance and familiarity with herself. For years, Jin had felt a stranger in her own skin. Since coming to the mountain, much of that had faded away. The Ki would only reinforce that. Jin adjusted her position to face the base of the tree from the left. She angled her body so that she was less of a target. The less of herself that was exposed, the more difficult it would become for her opponent to hit her. It helped that she tended to keep moving. Jin had learned long ago that the quickest way to reach the end of a fight was to be the one that remained still. She hoped that the constant movement would also help to make her moves less predictable. She wasn’t foolish enough to believe that a practiced fighter would be blind to her intentions but she could hope. She again dove into the river of energy that existed within herself. This time she compelled the strength of her body to flow downward into her right leg. What she envisioned was the rushing current of energy rippling over her leg. As she brought her leg up in a side-swiping kick, Jin concentrated on the idea of that motion giving speed to her leg. She felt the flow of energy pulse within the leg. Whether or not that was a true result of her movement speed increasing, Jin couldn’t be sure. Given his very rudimentary control over the powers of the Ki, the most he could do was manipulate and watch events unfold. Sometimes the results were quite visible, others were not so much. As her shin impacted the wood she winced striking it perhaps a bit harder than she had intended. “Control, Jin. Remain focused and disciplined.” Jin stepped back from the training dummy allowing the flow of energy within her body to fall back into its normal state. A shiver went up to her spine as he felt the power that pulsed through her align itself properly once more. She looked down at her hands studying them intently. It was strange to possess even the smallest level of conscious awareness of her whole body. It was not what she would call direct awareness. She simply felt more…herself. She was beginning to have a finer understanding of how the Ki within her body spurred into motion. The idea of it had always been there but to actually witness it, to feel it, to be able to tap into it, the experience awoke a resolve in Jin that had simmered and now burned brightly. Switching the angle of her body, Jin moved to approach the tree from her right side. She was not as well balanced when it came to fighting with the left side of her body. Being naturally right handed it only felt normal to approach a situation from the left and strike out with her right fist or leg. Adjusting the balance at her center of gravity, Jin took a step back preparing to swing her left leg upward. Before her foot even left the ground, however, something felt off about the approach. She ceased moving considering how she was going to go about getting more familiar with using her left appendages in a combat situation. “Alright. Can’t be too hard. Just think it through.” Planting her feet, Jin brought up her left arm extending it outward in a slow jab. She repeated the motion getting the feel for it with her non-dominant hand. She went through the slow motion of performing an uppercut followed by a slow sweeping kick meant to knock her opponent off of their feet. Jin ran through the motions several times over repeating them with slow diligence. The more she became practiced at executing a particular maneuver without having to think about it, the more rapidly she could perform it in the heat of the moment. When she felt comfortable that she could at least strike out with her left side without teetering on her own two feet, Jin took up her stance in front of the training dummy. Bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, Jin struck out as rapidly as she could with her left fist. She followed through by angling her arm to deflect an imagined blow from one of the dummy arms then leaned back spinning on her right heel to deliver a roundhouse kick with her left leg. As she lowered her leg, Jin felt mildly satisfied with the smooth follow-through of the maneuvers. She was still a little slower than she was used to but it was something that would improve with time and practice. Breathing deeply, the woman resumed her stance drawing forth as much focus as she could in preparation for her next maneuver. Opening herself up to the greater awareness in her body, Jin drew upon the Ki once again. She directed the energy to her left arm this time instead of her right. Striking out, she went through a series of punches completing a flurry of motion that flew by much more rapidly than her first attempt. The added speed brought on by the placement of energy within her left arm made for a marginal improvement but it was hardly noticeable as something Jin couldn’t achieve on her own. With training and discipline, she could match that speed using the natural strength of her body. She breathed evenly still keeping hold of the energy flow within herself. Tilting her head slightly, instead of releasing the energy to allow it to dissipate Jin redirected it to her left leg. She felt the resistance of the current within her body. Furrowing her brow she was determined to move beyond that although it was hardly an easy process. The effort took much of her concentration forcing her to stand rigidly in front of the tall tree. Keeping tight hold of the Ki energy building up inside of her left leg, Jin brought her gaze to the dummy. She was beginning to work up a fine sweat from her exertions. The whole exercise certainly reminding her of training with the weights to be found back at the hut. Focusing on her breathing instead of the growing pushback she was feeling in her leg, Jin wanted to see just how long she could manage to keep control over the flow. The muscles in her jaw flexed as she fought to keep the current within her mental bindings before with as much quickness as she could muster, a speed that was made more devastating with the added enhancement of the Ki, she swung her leg forward slamming it into the center post of the tree. Jin immediately released the hold over the Ki energy. It dissipated a bit more slowly than before. Instead of instantly snapping back to its natural flow, it lingered before falling away. She could feel a slight throb in the muscles of her leg causing her to wince when the Ki finally faded. Deciding that had been enough training for the time being, Jin rubbed at the back of her neck feeling the tense muscles that were bunched there. -------- His breath hung in the air as he walked, the snow crunching ever so gently underneath his weight and with each poke of his staff as he used it almost as if it was a walking stick. Not that he needed it, but he had yet to make himself a proper mount for it to carry it easily. After the stories of the monsters roaming around in the fog the season before he made sure that a weapon was always within arm’s reach. The cold chill of the season was quickly replaced with the much-welcomed dry heat of the forges as soon as he took a step within The Ironworks, the few flakes of snow that had landed on his clothing quickly melted into the material before drying as he walked towards his work station. He let his hand trail across the face of the anvil as he walked by, the few scratches on the surface caught on his skin for only a moment. Each mark and line of the anvil he had memorized. It was, of course, the birth place of many a fine creation, a pedestal for him to work his craft and bring something into the world. He removed his cloak, hanging it where the blades parted on a nearby set of hooks before he let it rest against the wall. He kept his shirt on, not that it mattered with how little it covered and the thin material didn’t keep any heat anyway. Over his clothing, he put on his apron before quickly rummaging through its pockets and setting his hammer and tongs through their respective loops. With a smile, he began to hum as he picked up the mostly-finished dagger from his table and walked to the grinding wheel. A few pushes of the pedal and the stone began spinning quickly, just wet enough to not overheat a blade from the basin of water it spun through. The edges of the dagger quickly went from dull to sharp as he hummed to himself. His song continued for more stanzas, but it was a fairly simple song. More a chant than anything, one of the many Tien mumbled to himself as he worked to keep himself focused. As much as he would argue the point to death that his drive was always and only his crafts, the songs and music he sang to himself were as much a guide and anchor as anything else had been for him in this world. When he was satisfied with the dagger he blew down its length out of habit and then rubbed the blade dry on his apron. A simple dagger, but useful. Beautiful in its own way, but not something a more experienced swordsman would even look twice at. Either way, Tien was happy with it and set it with the other daggers to be sold at a later date. As he continued to hum to himself he turned to another unfinished project. Today was his day to try to get as many of the uncompleted works to a state to be used. For most of the blades, this usually meant sharpening them or finishing their handles. Hammers and other weapons were typically along the same lines. He was always a bit frustrated he wasn’t able to work more on the pieces of armor that made its way through The Ironworks, but he knew his place. His profession was that of a weapon smith after all, not an armor smith. Mentally he made a note that one day when he had the skills to keep himself afloat, he would break off on his own and spend his days making all sorts of works. He picked up a long sword, the blade already had the handle burned to shape, though it was missing the pommel to hold it in place. He brought the weapon over to his forge and set it on the side table. The small piece of iron that was to be made into the pommel was already cut down to size, it needed to be shaped and a hole punched into it with some threading so that it could hold onto the end of the tang of the weapon without worry of falling off. After all, a pommel that fell off would do little to hold the leather in place or stop the handle from eventually freeing itself of the tang. The small piece of metal was placed delicately within the open forge, Tien’s left arm made it an easy task to set and easy to pull back when it was glowing red. He set the glowing chunk of metal onto the face of his anvil and using a special set of tongs, thin as to not get in the way of the hammer, to hold the small cube in place as he took his hammer from his loop and began hammering away. Hard and swift blows were used as he slowly rotated the cube in all directions. Each clang on his hammer brought it closer and closer to the shape of a sphere. When it was roughly the shape he wanted, he used his left hand to put it back into the flame while he went through his pins, comparing each to the size and shape of the end of the tang. The size had to be perfect so that the pommel would hold its place. Just large enough to barely fit over the end of the tang, but just enough room to squeeze a piece of leather so that the wrapping on the handle would not fall off. One of the many ways to prepare a handle, and it provided some extra grip for the pommel. The leather didn’t always survive the best in this method, but it was better than nothing. He took a deep breath before using his arm to reach once more into the flames to pull out the pommel once again. For Tien this was always the hardest part, trying to get the pommel to the correct shape and can punch a hole into it so that the pommel could be attached without issue. With his right hand, he set the pin into the hardy hole and quickly set to work before the pommel could cool. First, he set the pommel on top of the pin and hammered a few times to begin the depression that would eventually become the hole. Then a few swings with the pommel back on the face of the anvil to reset its shape back to a sphere. Back and forth, again and again, he went with practiced motions. As he felt his focus began to waver he started humming once more, keeping the rhythm of an old love song going in his head as he worked. Soon his rhythmic swings matched the beat of the song, as he brought his focus into the work at hand it was over almost as soon as it had started. He rolled the pommel between his fingers to inspect it as it was still too hot to hold with his other hand. The whole was shaped to fit the tang of the blade and was roughly spherical. Nothing too expensive or lavish but it would do. Satisfied with his work he gently tossed the pommel into the nearby bin of water, the soft splash from which was quickly replaced with a few moments of hissing as the hot metal quickly cooled. When the bubbles had nearly stopped, he reached in, with his right hand this time, and pulled the pommel out. That wasn’t always the safest thing to do, but with his years at the forge, he had grown accustomed to taking such short cuts when he was certain he would be fine. The dried the pommel, and his hand, off on his apron. He looked it over again, checking to see if the metal had possibly warped in any way or there were imperfections he had previously missed. Finding neither of those present in his work he set it down next to the tang of the long sword and the handle. He started his song again from earlier, though kept it strictly to a soft hum as he walked away from his work station to find the strip of leather that he had left behind earlier. Pulling it free from underneath another half-finished sword he inspected it down its length looking for tears or areas that would be too thin to be suitable. Satisfied with the leather he took it back to his station. From his tool rack, he pulled a small knife, using it to cut one of the ends of the leather a bit smaller, this way there would be less material to try to fit under the pommel, though he left the other end untouched. Taking the cross guard for the long sword in one hand with the long sword, he took the leather and began to wrap it once around the hilt and then once more, slightly overlapping the previous wrap. From here he slid the cross guard on, immediately followed by the wooden handle. Together the two pieces could not slide up to the blade of the weapon and would hold the leather in place. From here the dark leather was slowly wrapped down the wooden handle. Its purpose was to provide additional grip for the weapon, also to make it a bit gentler on the hand. This was not a weapon meant to be held in a gauntleted hand, but instead in one’s bare hand. At least, for those not able to take the wood or metal handles found on other weapons. The humming of old hymns permeated his workspace as he worked his way down the handle of the weapon. One-third of the way, then half, then a third to go the work passed by quickly until he had only the small piece of leather at the end of the line. With it, he pressed it up against the small amount of exposed tang before he pushed the finished pommel on as well. With a bit of force, he could get it to fit with the leather inside as well. The pommel was introduced briefly to heat in the forge, another old habit before he took a hammer and smashed down onto the pommel as hard as he could. The hammer was in his left hand this time, his left arm able to provide a bit more force than his right could. This longsword, rather than sit on the counter, was placed in an open space on a hanging wall rack.The hours passed by quickly as Tien continued about his day in a similar fashion as he had that morning: finishing daggers, blades, maces, hammers, and more. The most interesting work came at the end of the day when most of the work had been caught up on so he began another weapon. This one was to be made of steel, and so he took one of the larger ingots and set it within the open mouth of the forge. Several minutes passed as he waited for the metal to cool, during which he took the time to use his hand to clean off the face of his anvil once more. With his left hand, he reached into the mouth of the forge, the fire licking up his arm briefly as he pulled the heated ingot and set it on the face of the anvil. Switching from hand to tong in his right hand, then hammer in his left, he set to work. He was to create a Widowmaker head, a brutal axe weapon that could double as a stabbing weapon as well – it would provide good practice to using his left arm for work. He generally didn’t need it, but lately, he had grown somewhat paranoid that he was losing his touch to Smith. He was only creating one of the two blades but he enjoyed the work none-the-less. As usual, the clangs of the hammer fell into a rhythm and Tien began to hum along with it. The metal, with each blow, compressed and spread against the face of the anvil. First out then up as he further shaped the metal from a blunt bar into what would resemble an axe blade. The top portion of the blade received extra attention from Tien as it was further elongated past the usual size of an axe head and then would gain extra protrusions. These would serve as the basis for the future barbs of the weapon, what allows the axe to both slash and stab. He stopped mid-swing as he heard the sounds of wildlife begin to slowly cease, signaling his work was done for the day. He loathed to leave work half-finished, to add to the pile that he had worked all day to diminish. With a sigh, the semi-formed axe head was cooled in the water bin before it was set onto his table. His apron was set back onto the edge of the tool rack before Tien picked up his cloak off his hooks and draped it around himself before picking up the staff in his right hand and headed out the door. Wc: 5,142 Twc: 6,143 |
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