A city that never sleeps
The world isn't as it seems, and New Yorkers certainly know that well. While the element Asterium is not widely understood, those in the city's underground know better. For millenia, humans have known of this energy. They called those born with it in their bones changelings and mutants. Legends have told of werewolves and vampires for centuries. Those who can harness it became witches and warlocks. All they know now is that some things are better kept secret, and where else can you hide a secret better than New York City?
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Post by stormaf on Jun 15, 2020 5:32:26 GMT
Hunter
She followed the conversation with interest. Her two friends seemed to be doing just fine. And she was hungry. She'd missed lunch. However she only ate two scones. She didn't want to give anyone the impression that she was starving, but she was.
Mrs. Wittershall sighed, "My husband and I were always fond of nice things. We wanted to make this apartment our castle. We brought quite a few things over from the old country."
She smiled at the memories. A little bit of overly long fangs showed.
"These things will never bring him back to me, but they give me peaceful thoughts."
Hunter put her tea cup down and politely dabbed at her lips with a linen napkin. The tea was over. As Mrs. Wittershall gathered up the books she'd read and put them in a bag, Hunter handed the kitten back to Hywel.
At the door, she said, "Thank you for the tea and the scones. They were great as usual."
Mrs. Wittershall nodded and said, "It was nothing my dear. I enjoy our little talks."
The old vampire gave Hywel another pointed look.
"It was very nice to meet you, Mr. Hywel. I do hope you come by with Hunter again," her eyes hardened, "She is such a lovely girl and I'd hate for her to be left all alone without anyone to look after her. She's almost like a daughter to me."
Hunter blushed.
As the pair left the apartment, Hunter turned and asked, "Would you like some Shakespeare next time?"
Holding the door ajar, Mrs. Wittershall answered, "Oh, yes please! He was such an interesting man."
The door closed and Hunter started down the stairs.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 15, 2020 5:51:59 GMT
Even when Hywel took a scone, he took it carefully. Hey, he didn't trust people, especially people who seemed to know more than they should. Mrs. Wittershall seemed like a nice lady but one could never be too sure, the way she was eyeing him like that.
"Mm," he nodded, "That sounds like a lovely plan." Old country, huh? He was curious about the statement. Where was this lady's old country anyway? She seemed full blooded american, and he was about to ask when she smiled, the glint of her teeth rendering him silent for a moment. He blinked and she was chatting to Hunter again, Sylvan crawling up his lap as he looked onto the old lady in a distracted manner.
He swore he could see fangs. Hywel had met more than enough vampires in his life, if he was to be honest. A shudder ran down his spine; the last time he had met one...that had been a mistake that almost left him dead because he had assumed the man was human. He had gotten plenty better at recognizing the signs, but every hunt was always a risk. Hunter didn't seem like she had noticed; the woman seemed far too naive to be like them.
But he understood the meaning of that, at least. A warning, huh? As if that'd ever scare him away. However, the comment from the old lady made his face flush. What did she mean by that anyway? Maybe she was old, but frankly, Hywel always thought the way he dressed was a telltale sign that he was just...not that into women. He could pretend very well–hundred years of pretending to be straight definitely helped him code switch–but still, he grimaced at that.
Hm. Interesting. So there was a vampire living on the street of his bar.
"She's an interesting lady," he spoke slowly as they left the apartment, "how did you meet her again?"
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Jun 15, 2020 13:33:56 GMT
Post by stormaf on Jun 15, 2020 13:33:56 GMT
Hunter
Hunter's brows furrowed thoughtfully.
"I guess I'd been here a week," she told him, "and I'd just managed to open and get a few books on the shelf, when this dark woman came into the store. She looked a little lost so I asked her if I could help her.
"She told me that her employer, Mrs. Wittershall, was a shut in and she loved to read. I was wondering where this was going when she also told me that Mrs. Wittershall would give me $80.00 every two weeks if I would bring her whatever books she requested."
Hunter shrugged.
"I didn't see the harm in it," she continued, "Since I also sell used books."
Giving him a conspiratorial smile she added, "There haven't been customers beating down my door."
She walked with her eyes to the ground, ambling along until they reached the Gilded Hand.
"Well, I guess this is where I leave you."
A little glum at having to cut this so-called date short, she said, "Have a great shift. Maybe I'll see you sometime?"
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Jun 15, 2020 14:11:53 GMT
Post by achromatic on Jun 15, 2020 14:11:53 GMT
Hm, interesting. So the woman had been around for a while, and had accomplices just the same. Hywel wondered if she had plans for this girl. After all, why else would a vampire be trying to earn her trust? Perhaps it was a pessimistic way of thinking about these things, but he had lived in New York City for years. He knew what the city was like, what each dark and terrifying corner could be like when no one was looking.
"Yeah, I mean business is business, right?" he offered with a shrug, though it was clear he was still thinking it through. It wasn't so much about being worried as much as it was a territorial thing. Other supernatural creatures shared his space? He was fine with that. Someone who clearly suspected him of something from the way they talked...now that was just weird.
He looked up to see Hunter mention something about leaving. Oh, right. He felt the kitten brush against his arm and he glanced at the cat, before turning to Hunter again. "You sure? I mean, at least let me offer you a drink," he gestured towards the fancy looking bar, already seating plenty of patrons, "least I can do, you know?"
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Jun 15, 2020 15:35:43 GMT
Post by stormaf on Jun 15, 2020 15:35:43 GMT
Hunter
She looked longingly at the bar and then back to Hywel.
"I'd love to, but I don't drink on an empty stomach," she said, but she brightened when she added, "Unless you've also serve food?"
Begging for a meal, are you? Grumbled her inner voice.
"And I should be treating you, since we had such a, um, strange meeting."
Lordy, she thought, this place looks expensive. I'm sure glad Mrs. Wittershall slipped me that money.
Before she could enter the club, she heard a slight whine coming from the darkness beside a building. Somehow the street light had died and she could see nothing.
"Wait a minute," she whispered to Hywel, "I think an animal is over there."
Slowly and carefully and ready to run like hell if the creature proved to be unfriendly, she entered the circle of darkness under the light. When her eyes adjusted, she gasped. A huge, dark dog, sort of like one of those Irish wolfhounds sat leaning against the brick building. The dog held up one enormous paw and whined again. Immediately Hunter eased to the animal's side and took the paw.
There didn't seem to be anything wrong with it, but the big dog took the opportunity to slap a warm, wet tongue across her face. It felt like a big dishcloth. Hunter started to sputter and laugh. The dog's long tail thumped up and down on the pavement. When he stood up, he nearly knocked her over. Instinctively she reached for something to steady herself and her hand caught the collar on the dog.
"What the...!" She mused.
"This must have some sort of address on it so we can find your owner."
Hunter felt around the leather collar, expecting to find a tag, but instead she found a note tied to the d-ring. She couldn't read it in the dark, so she stood up and walked into the light. The dog followed her.
The note read, 'For you, to keep you company and because I worry about you. His name is McRorie.'
With surprise in her features, Hunter looked over to Hywel.
"He's a gift from Mrs. Wittershall," she explained. "I think he's a wolfhound."
The cu stepped from behind Hunter and regarded Hywel critically. Then he gave a low growl.
Hunter turned to the beast and admonished him.
"Don't be like that. He's a friend."
The cu changed his fixed glare from Hywel to Hunter's upset face. Then he gave Hywel a dismissive grunt and parked himself beside Hunter. Even sitting, his great head came nearly to her shoulder.
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Jun 15, 2020 15:53:44 GMT
Post by achromatic on Jun 15, 2020 15:53:44 GMT
He smiled at that. "We have food," he offered, "I mean, it's finger food and kind of a tapas style menu really, but our chef's pretty good at his job." Hywel knew that well enough; he had curated everything in the bar, after all. "Come on, my treat," he chuckled, ready to go in, when he the girl got distracted. Huh?
He turned to the alleyway. Oh right. Nothing stood out to him much; it was just a regular sort of alley. They threw their trash there, actually, but then he heard a whine. A dog? Immediately, the man held the cat just a little tighter. Hywel didn't hate dogs. Well, most dogs, but they weren't his favorite. He had been in one too many police raid or protest to really like them; they were all police enablers, and he knew dogs in this city weren't always trained to be friendly.
"Hey...are you sure this is a good idea–" he called out to the woman when suddenly, the huge creature leaped into her arms. Okay...huh. That was unexpected. If anything, he couldn't imagine how a dog this big could get lost in the city. It was huge! Irish wolfhound, he could tell, just like with anything else that was Irish. He had a reputation to keep, after all.
Huh, the old lady had a dog? He had no idea how he'd miss that; she didn't seem like the type. Maybe a cat lady with 40 different types of cats, he'd consider, but a dog? Huh, that was definitely unexpected.
The man took a step back as the dog growled, a brow raised. Of course it wasn't friendly. The old lady wasn't either.
"I mean, sure, totally not weird at all," he muttered under his breath, before glancing to the bar. There was no way he was going to let a mutt into the place; the bar had a reputation to keep, after all. Sylvan? Yeah, well the cat was well-behaved enough to stay in his bag, but this dog was huge!
"That's cool and all," he sighed, "but I can't let you bring a dog inside the bar. Sorry, I don't know how well trained he is and there's a lot of glass and equipment we can't afford to break, so the dog's gonna have to stay outside."
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Jun 15, 2020 18:16:28 GMT
Post by stormaf on Jun 15, 2020 18:16:28 GMT
Hunter
She was terribly engrossed in patting the dog's huge head. His ears were soft and folded back into his nape like a greyhound's, unless he brought them forward. she noted. With those long legs he must be fast too. Those eyes though! They were deep and dark and they held the faintest bit of sadness. She began to think that this dog knew more than he was able to say.
At Hywell's invitation, she hesitated. Could she leave McRorie out here on the sidewalk safely? She'd heard of dogs being dognapped. Then again she couldn't imagine a dog this size going anywhere he didn't want to.
She crouched in front of the cu and took his head in her hands.
"Will you stay right here and wait for me please?" She told the dog. "I'm starving and Hywel has offered me something to eat." She stroked the grizzled head with a gentle hand. "I promise I'll bring you a treat."
McRorie got to his feet and brushed past Hywel to lie right beside the door. When a couple of patrons suddenly decided that the Hand wasn't a great place to have a drink, Hunter gestured to the cu.
"How about here?" She suggested, and indicated a place slightly farther away from the door. "I think you're scaring off his customers."
With a canine sigh, McRorie rose to his feet and ambled over to the spot she showed him. Then he flopped down and lay his head between his enormous paws, his long tail curled along his side and watched the goings on.
Hunter gaped and turned to Hywel.
"Holy Hannah, he must have been professionally trained!" She exclaimed. "Mrs. Wittershall must be a very wealthy lady to give me a dog like him! I'll never be able to pay her back, ever!"
She followed Hywel into the bar, ducking her head back out every so often to check on her new pet.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 16, 2020 1:58:18 GMT
Hywel was still a bit iffy on the dog. He frowned; it didn't matter much to him as long as the dog wasn't in the way. If it was a small dog, he might've allowed it, but big dogs–especially one as big as an irish wolfhound–were a definite no. He had to give Mrs. Wittershall kudos though; the dog was well-trained enough. He couldn't imagine why the old lady would suddenly give up a trained wolfhound like this–strange gift from a strange lady. These creatures probably needed plenty of space and time; it didn't seem like a feasible dog to have in the city. Perhaps that was why she was giving it away.
"Yeah, probably," he replied slowly, eyeing the dog once again, "I'm surprised someone like Mrs. Wittershall would have time for such a huge dog." He turned to Hunter. "You ever had experience with this kind of breed?"
He pulled out his phone, already searching for the dog breed on safari, before giving the creature one more glance. Something about the dog just didn't sit right with him; it made no sense to him that an old lady would just give such a well-trained dog away, especially without saying anything about it.
He opened the door for the girl, before entering in after. "Hey Jamie," he called to the front of house, who gave him a wave back before continuing to entertain a couple of ladies.
"Oi boss!" a voice called out, another man greeted them with a grin, "you're early. Who's this?"
Hywel grinned, greeting the other man with a slap on the back, as if they were old friends. "Oh, this is Hunter, Hunter this is Lukas, the manager of the branch." He turned to the man, before gesturing to the young lady next to him. "Her drinks are on me tonight."
The man raised a brow, before nodding. "I'll tell the others, your favourite seat's still open."
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Jun 16, 2020 19:58:25 GMT
Post by stormaf on Jun 16, 2020 19:58:25 GMT
Hunter
She had to remind herself to stop gaping at everything around here. The club was amazing and the clients were beautifully dressed. And Hywel was obviously someone of importance here because he actually had a favorite seat. Hunter wondered if it would be crass to ask to see the food menu first. Hywel had said that they had things to eat and she was starving despite already having eaten the two scones.
As soon as they were seated, Hunter asked with a smile, "Would it be rude for me to ask to see what you've got to eat first please? I'd hate to drink on a relatively empty stomach."
Outside McRorie was getting a little bored. He'd not had a good laugh in at least a day or two. As he lay by the building, a pair of suspicious looking men ducked into the dark alley behind him. The cu's ears twitched as he heard them sneak up the alley. He hiked to this four feet and followed them, becoming one with the shadows in the alley.
As he neared the pair where they stood under the dim light by the back door of the place that Hunter had gone into, they seemed to be dickering over some sort of trade. One man had paper bills and the other held some little bags. The man with the paper seemed to be concerned about the quality of the other's wares and asked to see it. The man with the bags drew out a pocket knife and cut a slit in one of his bags. He offered it to the second man, who stuck a finger inside and pulled out a digit covered in a white powder. He was about to taste it when McRorie decided to make himself known.
The cu stepped out of the masking shadows as his true self; an extra large Irish wolfhound with eyes that burned with a blue fire, his coat shedding wisps of blue flame as he walked, head at back level, a low growl on his breath. The two men froze like a pair of popsicle sticks.
Then McRorie lifted his head and bayed. The sound seemed to stop time itself. It resounded in the alley like the call of a hound from hell.
The men shrieked. Powder and bills flew up into the air. All sense left them and they ran from the alley with their eyes staring at nothing.
McRorie wandered back to his spot to wait for Hunter, just a wolfhound waiting for his owner by the building and quite content.
Inside, everything came to an abrupt halt. Hunter nearly dropped the menu.
"What in hell was that?" She croaked.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 17, 2020 3:21:14 GMT
Hywel had immediately handed the woman a menu with the food on it. It was really simple bar fare; olives and cheese boards, small finger foods like sliders, chicken wings, and padron peppers were cooked with some fancy fusion spices. He could finally relax. The vibe of the space was chill, chatter filling the space above the soft music that played. If there was anywhere Hywel could call a safe space for himself, this topped the chart, tying in first place with his bed.
He smiled and gave a small wave to the regulars at the next table, whispering and giving him sly looks, assuming that they were talking about the two of them. Frankly, Hywel didn't mind what his regulars thought; they had always tried to push him onto a friend of their friend's, either as a joke or as a serious offer. He always declined; his lifestyle didn't quite allow for a regular relationship after all, and frankly, it wasn't something he wanted to focus on. He knew they'd rib him about this the next time they met, and he gave them a friendly roll of his eyes, as they turned back to their own conversation.
He was about to ask whether she was ready when suddenly, a cacophony made him press his hands to his ears. What in the world–? A shudder ran down his spine; he knew that sound. His mother had warned him once, if he heard a terrifying bark, he'd better hide away, for the third would be his last. He didn't doubt the woman's words; she knew plenty more than he did of the old druidic ways, and if there was one thing a witch knew, it was to never anger the spirits of the land.
Suddenly, everything made a bit more sense. The dog. Of course. How in the world did a Cu Sidthe arrive in New York? He knew there were plenty of their immigrants throughout the years, but this...this was a beast of legend back home. Strange thing to find in a city unless there was a reason to be here. Whatever that meant, it was a warning, of disasters to come. Hywel gritted his teeth. Yep, he was going to ask Rhiannon to come here tomorrow to put up some wards and protective spells; if there was one thing he wasn't going to lose, it was his business. He had worked too long and too hard to get here.
"Whatever it is, it's bad for business," he hissed under his breath, immediately getting up to head towards the door. In hindsight, it was probably not the best idea; he was no longer a witch who could appeal to a fae creature's better side, but at the moment, he couldn't care. He simply marched outside to find the dog waiting without a trouble in the world.
"Oi, if you're going to herald someone's death, do it somewhere else," he snapped at the dog, arms akimbo, for the first time in a long while, the melodic Celtic tones coming out in his voice, "I don't 'ave the time for this, ya manky hound."
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Jun 17, 2020 19:11:52 GMT
Post by stormaf on Jun 17, 2020 19:11:52 GMT
Hunter
She got up and trotted after Hywel as he practically charge out the door. She got there just as he was reprimanding McRorie.
"That was him?" She squawked incredulously, "I've heard a lot of dogs, but I've never heard one sound like that."
Not even Joss' bloodhounds.
McRorie, on the other hand, simply lay where he was, with his head innocently between his front paws, exactly like they had left him. He rolled his eyes up at Hywel. When he saw Hunter, his tail thumped. Then he got up and padded over to the alley. The big cu looked down the alley and then back at Hywel and Hunter. He did this a couple of times until he figured that neither of them was smart enough to get the hint, at which time he returned to Hunter and gently took her hand in his mouth to pull her with him.
"Um, Hywel?" she shot back as the cu guided her into the alley, "I think he wants us to follow him?"
Once in the alley, McRorie halted and dropped her hand. He cast his eyes up at her and then stared down the alley. Bills littered the pavement and powder still floated around in the air.
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Jun 18, 2020 13:27:45 GMT
Post by achromatic on Jun 18, 2020 13:27:45 GMT
Hywel had to bite his tongue to shut up. Right, Hunter was a human. He couldn't just reveal flip her entire reality. There'd be too many questions, too many things to answer, and worse, he'd have to reveal to a stranger what exactly he was. If anything, he didn't want to contribute to the pest of hunters who knew of their existence and inevitably would choose their own species over theirs. Nope, that was not happening.
"Uh," he scratched his head, "I saw him barking at a bunch of people just now. Not sure wha' that was but it's bad business to have a dog chasing others away in front of the bar."
He scowled at the dog who acted oh-so-innocent as if nothing had happened. Stupid dogs. He had never liked these creatures anyway, always causing trouble and siding with the pigs back in the 70s. He had been chased by one too many of these things and well, even stealing their time didn't help him much; dogs had far too short a life and it gave him one hell of a headache the next day too.
He scowled. "To be honest, I think we need to bring him to the pound," he grumbled under his breath, "whoever let this dog out in the middle of nowhere's just being fuckin' irresponsible." He knew that Hunter was probably right; maybe it was Mrs. Wittershall who let the dog out, but if so, that woman was insane, letting a death hound out into the streets. If he was a little more fond of the hunters, he'd give them an extra tip to get rid of that beast. It was nothing but bad luck.
Still, he followed, stopping in the alley and glancing at the bills and the baggies on the ground. Oh great, now someone lost their goods. He snorted. Bad luck for them, he supposed. It was pretty well known that dealers were all around; a popular bar area meant that at any corner, there'd be someone selling some charlie here and there.
"Better leave that alone," he grumbled, looking around hastily. It was none of his business, and he knew these types of people had eyes everywhere. It was bad business sense to take someone else's drugs; he didn't want a brick through his window the next day just because someone associated the Gilded Hand with that dog.
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Jun 18, 2020 19:49:52 GMT
Post by stormaf on Jun 18, 2020 19:49:52 GMT
Hunter
"Drugs?"
Hunter considered the implications.
"That's not the best thing to have hanging around your club. And I'm not bringing him to the pound! Mrs. Wittershall must have had a reason to give him to me."
Yeah, said her inner voice, it's because you're a dumb country girl and you need protection. Hunter grimaced at her own thoughts. This place was definitely not like home. She turned to Hywel.
"I'm sorry that he made such a fuss. Maybe he was just protecting us from the drug dealers?"
She looked back at the cu, who sat on his haunches behind her.
"I'm sure he'll be a good boy if we leave him here at the alley mouth."
It seemed very much as if she was admonishing the dog about his actions, but she had to agree with the fact that drug dealers were the scum of the earth. In fact it had been a strung out junkie who'd caused her parents' death.
With a grunt, McRorie lay down beside the club's wall, just enough of his large head poking out so that he could see the door of the club.
"Would you rather that he wait by the back door of the club?" She asked, a plea in her blue eyes, "I'm sure nothing else will happen tonight."
Lord, I hope not, she said to herself. Way to go to impress this guy and make a friend. Maybe she should just shoot herself in the knee and be done with it?
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Jun 19, 2020 17:45:55 GMT
Post by achromatic on Jun 19, 2020 17:45:55 GMT
He scowled. Of course it wasn't a bad thing the dog chased away the junkies; they weren't exactly good for business at all, but from his experience, they were...harmless. They didn't linger long enough to cause trouble and well, he usually just ignored them, for good reason too.
At the end of the day, dealers had their territories. They had their own spaces and routes and locations, and the biggest threat of violence was when a dealer crossed into another's territory, or when they lost their product.
"Yeah, he probably was," the anger was slowly draining from the man, replaced by a weariness that clung heavily to his shoulders, "he probably wanted to help but...thing is, these kind of people get territorial, and they're going to be angry they lost a bunch of money. It's better to get the dog out of here before they come back...those guys were probably the grunt workers but...dealers work for gangs and I'd like to not get involved in those. I kind of like staying alive and keeping my business running, thanks."
He sighed, trying once again to remind himself that the dog meant no harm. He glanced at the creature apprehensively. Whatever he was–whether he really was an omen of death or not–the dog needed to get out of the way, somewhere hidden and hopefully, away from whoever decided to hang around this alleyway.
"I guess he can stay at the back but...if those guys come back this way, they're going to want to get rid of him. Better make sure he stays tucked away, mate. Let me just warn ya, that kind of dog is more trouble than its worth." He meant it too. For a human to adopt something supernatural, it was to dive into a different world, and everyone knew that once they entered a world of magic and mysticism and more danger than one would truly understand, there was no way out.
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Jun 19, 2020 18:06:08 GMT
Post by stormaf on Jun 19, 2020 18:06:08 GMT
(OOC: Wait until Hywel gets his eyes on the next adoptee Hunter comes up with!)
Hunter
She breathed a sigh of relief. Already she felt a bond with the dog. When Hunter fell for someone or something, she fell fast and hard. Taking the cu's collar in hand, she led him to the back delivery stoop.
"You stay here, sweetie," she stroked the large head, "I've not forgotten the treat I'm bringing you after. Tomorrow we'll go and get some doggie stuff for you.
"I don't have much in my apartment, but I've got tons of space, so you won't feel claustrophobic."
Does the dog understand 'claustrophobic?' She wondered.
"Stay right here until I come and get you. Try not to cause a commotion, please?" Her voice became conspiratorial and she whispered in his ear, "I like this guy and I don't have many friends in this city. I need his help. Be good!"
McRorie licked her hand and lay down.
With a spring in her step, Hunter returned to Hywel with a smile.
"He'll be fine," she announced. "He promised. Do I still rate a snack and a drink.?"
"And don't worry about anybody coming after us," she added, "I've brought my hunting rifle and a shot gun from home. I'm kind of a crack shot."
She headed for the front door of the club. If she'd chanced to look back, she would have seen the cu lie down with a sigh and become one with the shadows.
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