[Serenity: Chasseur] Persephone-Eavesdown Docks
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				Title: <strong>[Serenity: Chasseur] Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>13-05-2006, 16:13:36</strong>
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				The Eavesdown Docks, the busiest port on Persephone.&nbsp; Chaotic, the port sprawls out of control about the poorer side of town, the famous Racetrack nearby where many a fortune has been won or lost on the horse races.&nbsp; Dozens of ships are docked here at any time, and many more are taking off or landing at any given moment.&nbsp; Chaotic, it is easy to get lost in the streets, or even on approach to landing.<br><br>Ships are docked near vendors selling almost anything one could think of, and a few that one couldn't, some almost touching those who are selling.&nbsp; Screens are everywhere, advertising fares for this ship or that, when they aren't advertising any product one might want to buy.&nbsp; <br><br>Crowds hustle and bustle as they walk or drive about, people from any number of new Earths rubbing shoulders, buying selling, stealing from the passerby.&nbsp; On occasion, one passes a group of armed men as they go about their business for this crime lord or that, or a patrol of mostly bored looking, but heavily armed Alliance troopers.<br><br>Smells, from the masses, pollutants from the vehicles, even the aroma of food cood in the open wafts thru the docks.&nbsp; Vendors sell any manner of food, including one with a sign saying "Good Dogs."<br><br>This is Persephone, a place to come to trade, to book passage on a ship.&nbsp; One of the busiest ports outside the Core in the whole system.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>15-05-2006, 08:31:03</strong>
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				The sound of Jason's boots against the packed dirt beneath them was easily drowned out by the sounds of the crowd. Vendors, shopkeepers, merchants of all sorts shouted almost incomprehensable words in an attempt to obtain both attention and sales, but the one thing Jason wanted most attracted no sort of attention at all. In a port where sales were made by haggling and shouting, a single, cheap bar blended into its surroundings, boasting only a modest sign with the words "Lucky Day" over its only doorway. The place looked very poorly run, and worn out from years of customers and environment both, but it still brought a smile to Jason's face. Worn down, hole-in-the-wall bars were one of the few places he really fit in.<br><br>The change from Docks to bar was almost polar. Once the mercenary stepped through the swinging doors of the tavern, the sounds of crowds and merchants faded into nothingness to give way to the sound of drunks shouting obsenities, laughing, or talking, each one just a bit more loud and obnoxious than the last. Jason smiled a bit to himself and took a few steps over to the bar, lowering himself onto one of the few empty stools, far enough to distance himself from the drunks stumbling from table to barkeep, but not far enough to remove himself from the general bar ambiance. Afterall, he was amazingly comfortable hearing drunk men boast and yell at each other. <br><br>He smiled a bit to himself, and turned to the barkeep. <strong>Give me something with alcohol in it.. I don't much care what.</strong> Without so much as waiting for a response, Jason slapped a few coins onto the counter, the only way that he knew to get the bartender to actually honor his request. His eyes scanned the bar, though he wasn't truly sure what for. He knew he was looking for a captain that he had contacted earlier to talk about a job with, but he searched for more than that... a gun, a weapon, the looks of a fight brewing.. he searched for anything that might cause a bit of a ruckus, as he was so often taught to do, but it didn't occur to him for a few moments why he was doing this. His old captain and friend's words rung through his mind, striking at all the weakest points Jason still hadn't healed up yet. <em>Ya gotta keep your eyes open, Jason. There'll always be someone after yer hide, and you gotta make sure you see them first so you can make them dead before you end up dead yerself. Thats how you make it as a gun runner. Pay attention and you might work with me instead of for me one of these days.</em> <br><br>John's words echoed through Jason's mind again and again, only starting to silence themselves when he took a few large swigs of the drink that sat on the table near him. It had only been months since John died, leaving Jason to fend for himself, and the wound that his friend's death left still festered in the mercenary. He knew that he could never replace John, and he would never hope to try... but he did have to make a living, and working as a hired gun was one of the few ways that Jason knew how. So again his eyes sweeped over the crowd, searching for the captain he had heard about, so that they could talk business. <br><br>But even still, John's words remained with him, and every time Jason saw anything that even resembled a gun or a weapon, his free hand dropped to his waist to rest on the handle to the large revolver resting in his belt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>15-05-2006, 08:58:06</strong>
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				There are a few of the patrons of the Lucky Day look up as Jason steps into the bar, but quickly lose whatever interest in the man.&nbsp; Maybe it is the large pistol on the man's belt, or the way that he carried himself, like he knew how to use it, that caused them to find other things to look at.&nbsp; Or, maybe, just maybe, it was the waitresses that kept their attentions.<br><br>The bartender nods, hand taking the coins before producing a glass, surprisingly clean, and pours some amber colored liquid in it.&nbsp; He sets the glass next to Jason, studying the man for just a moment, before turning off to make more drinks for more customers.<br><br>As for the patrons of the bar, most seem like normal folk of Persephone, mostly unarmed, just looking to get drunk to make it thru one more day in their dreary, unexciting lives.&nbsp; In one corner, are two men, each with pistols and what just might be submachineguns, but it is hard to tell with their large coats covering them.&nbsp; Here and there, two or three others with pistols, but none seem to take any more than a cursory interest in the newcomer.<br><br>Several people leave, and several more enter, finding tables to sit at, ordering drinks.&nbsp; A few minutes before the appointed meeting time, another man enters.&nbsp; He finds a table, sitting down.&nbsp; He is dressed simply, dark trousers, a lighter vest, and shirt.&nbsp; While not carrying a weapon on his belt, the bulge in his vest would seem to be a weapon in a shoulder holster.&nbsp; A ball cap adorns his head, the logo of the patrol boat <em>Chasseur</em> on it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>15-05-2006, 09:43:14</strong>
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				Jason downed the last of his drink before resting it once again on the table. He had been trading glances with at least two of the waitresses for the better part of his stay at the bar, and the drink in him wasnt' helping his already low inhibitions. Between winks and flirtatious looks at the girls, his attention occassionally shifted to the armed men in the corner, and his hand always shifting to his belt whenever he saw another firearm. But he wasn't here for them, and he wasn't here for the ladies either, as much as he wanted to be.<br><br>It didn't take him long to spot the man with the ball cap walk in. He had a different look to him than the rest of the bar patrons. He wasn't proper, or a gentleman by any means, but where the average drunkard was unwashed and in many cases unclothed, this man seemed moderately well off for himself. Not only that, but the logo <em>Chasseur</em> on his cap was a dead giveaway that this was the man Jason had been looking for. With just a bit of trouble, the mercenary stood and took a moment to steady himself before walking over to the man.<br><br>He had barely taken three steps before he saw the lump under the man's chest, and almost instinctively reached for his gun, and he rested it there as he approached, the other hand extended outward in a welcoming hand shake. <strong>Name's Jason Miller, gun for hire. You're the man that contacted me about a job opportunity, right?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>15-05-2006, 10:10:46</strong>
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				Most of the patrons, except the waitresses, seem to have little interest in Jason.&nbsp; Like the others, the men in the corner seem to ignore him, although one does notice him as he looks to him.&nbsp; Scowling back at Jason for a moment, he returns his attention to his comrade, laughing at some joke the other makes.<br><br>The man looks up as Jason approaches his table, standing, his hand reaching out to take the hand shake.&nbsp; "Ah, Mister Miller, mind if I call you Jason?&nbsp; Oh, and please, do have a seat?"&nbsp; He says, hand letting go, and indicating any of the empty chairs at the table.&nbsp; He settles back into his seat, indicating to a waitress for a couple of drinks to be brought over.&nbsp; <br><br>Another group enters the place, making their way to the bar, eventually getting the barkeep's attention.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the man in the ballcap introduces himself.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; I am Clifton Briggs, captain of the <em>Chasseur</em>.&nbsp; I was hoping to get somebody who knew their way around weapons.&nbsp; Hope they won't be needed, but... it is a dangerous time, and one can never be too careful.&nbsp; Think you would be interested?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>15-05-2006, 14:31:00</strong>
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				Ming enters the bar, figuring that it will be one of the most likely places for a ship captain to spend his or her off hours.&nbsp; She knows she may not have much time, there was no sign of pursuit yet, but they would come.&nbsp; There may even be spies in the bar already, but that was a chance she would have to take, she didn't know where else to look except on the ship docks themselves.<br><br>They would be expecting that.<br><br>She scanned the crowd, one hand clutching her bag tight, careful of thieves, the other deceptively loose at her side.&nbsp; Her ragged military surplus pants tied with a length of rope and her somewhat stained plain grey shirt might keep anyone from bothering to try and steal from her, but then again, it might not.<br><br>Ming took a few moments and found a likely one: a captain discussing with some guy about payment for mercenary services.&nbsp; That meant he would have some protection for his ship, and most likely would welcome some extra platinum to cover his expenses.&nbsp; Not to mention he could clearly use the gun in his jacket.&nbsp; She took a seat nearby, but not too near, and ordered a drink, something very light, she had to keep her focus, then sipped at it, pulling her databook from her bag.&nbsp; Not even someone watching carefully could see the pistol just inside, or the disassembled sniper rifle under several layers of cheap secondhand clothes.&nbsp; She kept the bag in her lap, as she typed in a few planned out phrases to show when the captain was finished with his business.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 00:07:53</strong>
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				Jason's attention was focused solely on the captain sitting across from him, and at the prospect of the job. Every once in a while he caught the glance of a wandering waitress, though for the most part, he stared down the captain, trying to size him up, but look confidant at the same time. <strong>I'd prefer Jason actually. Mister Miller just sounds so.. proper. And I sure as hell ain't proper.</strong> Despite his own stab at himself, Jason wore a genuine looking smile, and continued smiling as he sat down to speak with the captain. As he sat, he put his arms on the table to relax more, and the glimmer of steel shone on the mercenary's wrist, bringing attention to a metal chain with various charms around it. They rung softly as he brought the wristband up to his mouth to kiss one of the charms before speaking again, as though nothing had happened.<br><br><strong>Pleasure, Clifton. I saw the <em>Chasseur</em> on my way in, and I gotta say that she's a hell of a ship. I've been in this business for couple years now and there ain't a ship I trust more than a Firefly. Those things are good luck, most definately.</strong> He smiled wider, quite proud as he reached to his side to pull out his gun and place it on the table, moving it forward to allow Clifton to inspect it. <br><br><strong>If yer looking for a gunman, you needn't look any farther. Ain't no body this side of Sihnon that can handle a gun better than me. I make my own guns, and if you want proof of my skill, check out Jesse right there. First gun I ever built, and I'm sure as hell still proud of it. That baby can put a hole clear through a man, and on a few occassions, it has.</strong> He looked even more proud as he spoke of his gun, as though he were a father talking about his child, and it seemed he had good reason to, as well. The revolver looked worn, but very well made, and very powerful. The letters "Jesse" were engraved into the handle, and despite the gun's heft to it, it did feel comfortable.<br><br><strong>And if that ain't enough, I got a strong arm too, in case you need help riggin or moving things or what not. What'dya say, huh?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 02:39:37</strong>
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				"Call me Cliff.&nbsp; The only people that call me Clifton are my parents."&nbsp; Several of the nearby people do take notice of the gun, and shift a little in their seats, before going back to their drinks and conversations.&nbsp; Ignoring them, Cliff takes the gun, testing the weight, inspecting the weapon.&nbsp; "Hm, nice.&nbsp; You do good work," he says.&nbsp; He sets the gun back down on the table, sliding it back to him.&nbsp; <br><br>"How about we go someplace more apprioate, and you can show me just how good you are with that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 02:49:49</strong>
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				As quick as he had pulled out the pistol, he twirled it once around his finger in a show-off type manner and replaced it in the holster at its waist. With a quiet snap, the gun was in place once again, and the mercenary rose to his feet, grinning at the chance to show off his skill and the earlier compliment. <strong>If you think Jesse's good.. you aughta see Laura.</strong> His smiles and boasts were cut short as he stopped himself.. too much chatter about things that shouldn't often be spoken about in public is a quick way to get some unwanted attention, Jason knew, and he wasn't about to make an ass out of himself in front of the man he hoped to be employed by.<br><br><strong>Lead on, and I'll follow. Just point out what you want dead and I'll be more than happy to oblige.</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 03:05:42</strong>
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				"Perhaps you should lead the way.&nbsp; I am sure that you know this place better than I do.&nbsp; And that you know a good place to demonstrate your skills," Cliff says, setting some coins on the table to pay for the drinks.&nbsp; He indicates for the man to take the lead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 04:42:17</strong>
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				Jason nodded once, and started packing a few cans and bottles into his satchel to show off with. They always made such satisfying explosions of glass and aluminum, and served to show off his marksmanship quite well. As he packed the emptied drinks into his bag, he looked up every once in a while to speak to Cliff. <strong>I know a place near here, away from all the merchant-folk where I can show you my aim... not too far a walk, neither.</strong> As he finished speaking, he slung the bag around his back to the sound of cans and bottles clinking against each other. <strong>Whenever you want to go.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 10:42:12</strong>
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				Ming watches the men talking of guns over the corner of her datapad, without ever really taking her attention away from the rest of the crowd.&nbsp; She waits for the pair to leave, planning on following at a discrete distance, yup, just some curious girl&nbsp; who overheard and wants to see how good this gunsmith is, nothin' special here.<br><br>But that's not all that's on her mind, as she scans the crowd.<br><br>Besides, this Cliff seemed to be her best chance to buy a ride off this rock before someone came looking for her.&nbsp; Her nameless friend may have bought her some time, but time is never cheap, and even he didn't have enough resources to buy her forever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 14:42:11</strong>
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				"Let's go," Cliff says, letting the bigger man lead the way.&nbsp; Seeming satisfied with the ways things were going so far.&nbsp; Casting a final glance about the bar, he prepares to follow Jason on out to this place.<br><br>Meanwhile, Ming notices that the group at the bar seems to be getting ready to leave as well.&nbsp; The two man down the remnants of their drinks, while the woman tosses a few coins onto the bar to cover their tab.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 14:50:18</strong>
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				Ming takes her time, following the group that is leaving, rather than the captain she's planning on hitting up for a ride.&nbsp; She's more than certain she won't lose him.&nbsp; And maybe, if she can head off some trouble for him, he'll stretch what she has to last her longer on the ship, seeing as she's out of other options.<br><br>Make yourself useful, and people will find a place for you.<br><br>And as long as she could control how people used her, she would keep running.&nbsp; A quick moment's meditation brings her back into focus, away from the Bad Memories.&nbsp; No, now she was choosing her OWN targets.&nbsp; And her own actions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 15:06:29</strong>
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				The Captain and Jason walk, Cliff quiet for now as they make their way thru the crowds.&nbsp; The group of three follow some distance behind them, the two men taking note of little but their possible quarry, the woman pausing now and then to glance about, before resuming her walking.&nbsp; They stay back, making sure that at least some of the people going about their business are in the way in case the two should look back.<br><br>(OOC:&nbsp; Make an Alertness+Perception/Tracking roll to see the people following, or to keep up following them.&nbsp; Difficulty is 11 for Jason, and 7 for Ming).
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 17:57:08</strong>
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				Ming easily keeps track of her quary, since they seem mostly concerned with who's ahead of them, not so much about losing any followers...<br><br>((Roll of 10 for me, http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=454028)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 23:38:20</strong>
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				Jason did not notice any followers, since his intent was only on the road ahead of him, and not his surroundings. The crowd around him did help to mask his pursuers, but the mercenary only kept walking, not noticing at all.<br><br>((http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=454349, I never even had a chance.. I did do that right, right?))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 04:06:32</strong>
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				Captain Briggs walks along, "So, how long have you been in the business?&nbsp; Don't find to many who make their own weapons?"&nbsp; <br><br>Meanwhile, the three following continue to hang back, waiting for the crowd to thin out, or the ones they are pursuing to reach their destination.<br><br>(OOC:&nbsp; It was Alertness, but you did get the right die.&nbsp; Next time, could you put the result up?)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 05:25:14</strong>
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				Ming watches the followers carefully, trying to get some idea of what their intentions are, though clearly they're not planning anything friendly, or they'd have greeted the captain.&nbsp; (She ignores the nagging thought that she didn't greet him yet either)<br><br>She also unzips the corner of her bag as she walks, to facilitate grabbing her pistol in case she needs it, whether they're ater her or not, she doesn't trust them not to turn her in just on the off chance.&nbsp; She can't REALLY trust anybody, after all, now that "John" has left.&nbsp; She almost entertains the thought he went to alert the authorities where she is, but she squashes that thought, he wouldn't.&nbsp; Still, the sooner she gets moving again the better...<br><br>She refocuses again; things could get ugly fast, at any moment.&nbsp; And she's gonna be ready for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 07:23:58</strong>
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				Jason smiled to an attractive girl as he walked by her, oblivious to anything but his soon to be future employer and the women around him as he spoke. <strong>I've been workin' for about 8 years now, and spent a pretty good deal of it with some shady folk.. Gun runners and specialists, mainly, so I picked up a few things. I mean that literally as well.. I kept a few grenades and some extra body armor and such for if the goin' ever gets tough.</strong><br><br>He smiled again at another pretty girl passing by, and nodded to her while never taking his eyes off her. Without missing a beat, he went from eyeing the passing girl to looking ahead, nodding at a very old, very abandoned looking shack. <strong>I figure I can set up a few bottles and cans here and show you my aim without risking shootin' nobody... sound good?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 14:58:22</strong>
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				"As I said, I hope that they are not needed.&nbsp; Still, never hurts to be prepared," Captain Briggs says.&nbsp; His eyes looking at the various shops, almost stopping outside a dealer in used hover vehicle parts.&nbsp; He makes a note of the place, then continues to walk.&nbsp; <br><br>Soon, they are standing outside the shack.&nbsp; Briggs examines at the place, nodding in satisficatiion.&nbsp; "This looks good.&nbsp; Let's go.&nbsp; I might try a little my own self," he says.<br><br>As Ming follows their pursuers, she notes that they stop as the Captain inspects the dealer's shop.&nbsp; One man, almost comically, finding an interest in a shop selling ladies clothing.&nbsp; Then they begin moving again, she can see the woman shaking her head as they walk.<br><br>As the Captain and the mercenary stop outside the shack, the three pause, the two men starting to reach inside their jackets...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 15:07:10</strong>
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				Ming reaches into her bag, grabbing the handle of her pistol under some of the clothes, creeping closer behind the three followers to converge on the leader, but not acting until the moment she sees a gun drawing out, since if she acts first she will likely call a lot more attention to herself.&nbsp; The moment a gun is drawn however, hers will be placed firmly against the temple of the woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 15:22:37</strong>
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				One of the men begins to pull his hand out, pistol in his hand.&nbsp; The other two are intent on their prey, and so are unaware when someone suddenly appears, weapon at the woman's head.&nbsp; She immediately freezes, the one with the gun taking a step in the direction of their quarry, still not noticing Ming, the other, seeing the gun in the edge of his vision, turning, hand held in his jacket at the moment.<br><br>There is a loud gasp from one of the passerby, the girl that Jason had been looking at moments before.&nbsp; What few people in the area start to move away, trying to get away from the possible gunfight.&nbsp; The Captain, alerted by the gasp, turns, and seeing men, one with a drawn gun, starts to move back, right hand inching towards his own revolver, left going to Jason, to direct him back.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 15:47:48</strong>
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				Ming waves her free hand, trying to get the woman to drop any weapon she might have, then pushes her, gun still steady by her head, forward towards the two men, keeping the woman in front of her, between her and the men.<br><br>&nbsp; She makes a waving motion with her free hand over the woman's head, then at the men, trying to show that th woman is with the men, though whether the Captain will understand the gesture or even sees it, is uncertain.&nbsp; She does however, have the presence of mind to kick any weapon the woman might drop, over towards the Captain's feet, to show she's trying to help him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 16:19:44</strong>
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				The man with the gun, is still looking towards the Captain and the mercenary.&nbsp; The woman makes no trouble, letting her pistol drop to the ground.&nbsp; The first man, hearing the noise, turns to see what is going on, while his compatriot shoves his weapon back into its holster, and ever so slowly brings his empty hands up.&nbsp; The other starts to lower his own weapon, leaning down to set it on the ground.<br><br>The kicked weapon lands near the Captain's feet, and he warily leans down to pick it up, his eyes never leaving the three.&nbsp; Getting the weapon, he stands back up, approaching the group.&nbsp; Giving the one who has helped a quick look and a nod, he stops in front of the woman.&nbsp; "What do you want?" he asks, the promise in his voice of what will happen if his question isn't answered.<br><br>The woman pauses, her eyes shifting to Jason, then back to Briggs.&nbsp; "Him," she says softly.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 17:20:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The moment Jason heard the gasp, and realized a gunfight seemed imminent, his revolver was out. But before he could fire a round, or get any take any sort of aggression out on his followers, he realized that the situation seemed almost under control, with the help of a rather good looking, well armed girl. <br><br>But his surprise to the situation didn't last long as the woman spoke of her intentions. <strong>Gorram, more of Allen's lackeys?</strong> He took a few steps closer to the woman, the gun still pointed directly at her face, only inches away. His free hand reached behind him to produce a very wicked looking combat blade, which he swung around menacingly, still never taking his eyes of the woman. <strong>I never meant Allen no harm. Now up until now, I've been pretty kind to all you lackeys, but my patience is starting to grow real thin, and I might want to start taking my anger out on you guys from now on... and trust me when I saw that you do not want me getting angry at you.</strong> To prove his point, he moved forward to slash once, missing the woman's head by barely an inch, but enough to cut a lock of hair out of her head. <strong>You don't bother me, and I won't have any reason to bother you... sound fair?</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 18:42:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ming does not react to any of this, as soon as the captain and Jason hae things under control, she puts her gun away and gets her databook out, types on it a moment and shows it to the Captain.<br><br>{I noticed these three following and thought I would help, since I was planning to book passage on your ship.}<br><br>She types some more for a moment, then shows it again.<br><br>{I can hear just fine, but I can't talk.&nbsp; Don't ask, you don't want to know and I don't want to tell.&nbsp; And I hear a lot more this way.}
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 02:41:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Captain turns his attention to the two men.&nbsp; "Think you want to be moving along about now," he says, waving his gun in their direction, then motioning with it for them to run.&nbsp; Which, seeing the glint in his eye, they do.<br><br>As they move off the woman sighs, her eyes on Jason.&nbsp; "Sounds... fair," she gets out, flinching as the blade cuts thru the air, and cuts some of her hair.&nbsp; "I will go.&nbsp; But, there will be others... Jacob," she adds, stepping back away from him.&nbsp; Then, turning and walking off.<br><br>The Captain, hold the woman's gun against his body with his arm, taking the databook in his left hand, puzzled as he looks to it.&nbsp; He nods, handing it back, looking back at the retreating men and the woman, then takes the databook once more.&nbsp; He hands it back.&nbsp; "Very well, I thank you for the help.&nbsp; Let's get back to the ship before anything else happens, and we can talk more there."&nbsp; Not wishing to talk out here in the open.<br><br>With that, he returns his weapon to his holster, setting the newly acquired pistol in the waist band of his pants, he sets off to the <em>Chasseur</em>.<br><br>------&gt; Next stop, Chasseur
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 03:53:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ming nods and follows, keeping a careful eye out in case the woman and/or men return.&nbsp; This was a good way to start out, he'd surely be more likely to accept her as a passenger now that she'd helped him out.&nbsp; Or at the very least, proved she was capable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 15:30:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Captain steps of the ramp to the <em>Chasseur</em>, his eyes sweeping the crowd for any signs of the people that had been after Jason.&nbsp; Not seeing anything, he looks to Jason to lead the way.&nbsp; Once they are away from the ship, he asks out, "So, do Allen's lackeys show up often?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 18:25:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason decended the ramp to the docks, and started walking towards the storage facility. <strong>Allen's henchmen are kind of random... they could show up anywhere from once a day to once a month, depending on how well I stay hidden. They really want to give me, but they ain't to bright, so its not really that hard to stay a step ahead of them.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 08:16:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not that bright?&nbsp; Seems they would have got the jump on us, if not for Ming," Cliff observes as they walk along.&nbsp; Once a good distance from the ship, he asks up.&nbsp; "And what do you think of her?&nbsp; And the others?&nbsp; I know you just met them, but I would like your opinion of them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 12:43:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason coughed once, trying to make himself look like less of an idiot. <strong>They didn't really have the jump.. I knew they were coming, and was going to take care of them.. Ming just helped that along.</strong> He grinned some, his lie quite apparent. <strong>As for Ming... I don't know, I suppose she's handy to have around, what with the getting us out of sticky situations, and all... And I don't really know the others too much, but I do know that I would like to get them more, if you catch my drift.</strong> He grinned again for a moment, before wiping the expression off his face, not wanting to offend the captain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 13:04:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just don't go anywhere with them that you are not wanted," Cliff says, his voice taking a dangerous edge about what might happen if he did.&nbsp; "Do you think you'd be able to work with Ming?&nbsp; Was thinking of putting the two of you in charge or security."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 21:05:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason's voice suddenly took on a serious tone, sounding almost like an oath. <strong>I swear to you, I'd never do anything that they didn't want... Not only is that a really bad thing to do.. but that would be more bad luck than I even care to think about.</strong> But after the offer for security, Jason smiled again, his voice taking a lighter tone once again. <strong>I don't see any problem with working with Ming... it'll be a little hard what with her not being able to talk, but I s'pose we can get around it and keep the ship safe.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 02:02:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just wanted to be clear."&nbsp; Cliff looks about, checking to make sure there isn't anyone following them.&nbsp; "I suppose that is true.&nbsp; But, I have to admit, she does seem capable.&nbsp; I did learn a few signs when I was in the army, but nothing like a whole language.&nbsp; Things like stop, spread out, a few obsene gestures, things like that.&nbsp; Guess we can learn a few more."<br><br>Taking another look around the crowd, still doesn't seem as if anyone is following.&nbsp; "So, how much further?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 07:54:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason laughed out loud. <strong>I don't think military hand motions and sign language are really the same thing.. there are only so many times you can say "Stop" and "Spread out" before the woman start slapping you.</strong> He chuckled again at his own joke before pointing to a large warehouse that they were walking towards. <strong>In there... I got a few packs and a crate or two.. with the two of us strong manly types, we should be able to get them all back in one run, huh?</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 14:28:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True, too true," Cliff smiles at the joke.&nbsp; He stops, looking about, then to the warehouse.&nbsp; "Let's see just how much there before we decide just how to carry it.&nbsp; Then we can lug it back to the ship.&nbsp; Shall we?" he asks, walking towards the warehouse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 07:51:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>'course.</strong> Jason produced a key from one of his pockets to start working at the lock to his storage room. The makeshift door, made of pieces of various alloys and metal slowly creeked open as the sound of rusted metal on rusted metal filled the outside air. Slowly, inch by inch, the pathway was cleared to give way for a very small room, containing only a couple duffelbags, a few backpacks, and a single cube-shaped crate, no larger than three feet wide. Jason walked over to start slinging packs over his back, and made an effort to leave one hand free as he grouped the rest of the bags together. <strong>Bag's mostly just got clothes and supplies and such.. crate's got all the fun stuff. I'm probably going to need some help carrying that... dropping that would cause a whole world of hurt.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 14:35:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Captain grabs one of the back packs, putting it on his own back.&nbsp; Slinging one of the duffel bags under his arm, he leans down to take hold of the crate. lifting up when Jason does, grunting a little with the effort to lift the crate.&nbsp; "Let's get this back to the ship, quickly?" he suggests, clearly evident he doesn't want to run into a patrol while loaded with any quantity of explosives.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>25-05-2006, 04:37:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason nodded and started walking before saying a word. Just as Cliff was thinking, Jason knew that carrying a crate of high end explosives and small arms was not something that should be carried around for long. <strong>Sure thing boss... lets get the hell out of here before somethin' goes wrong.</strong><br><br>But while the large man was walking, it was easily apparent that his behavior was a bit odd. Every few steps, he touched the bracelet around his free hand to the crate, producing a soft tapping sound as he walked. It was utterly unnessecary and far from natural, yet still the mercenary continued doing it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>26-05-2006, 01:56:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cliff starts to walk, stopping for a moment when he gets the message from the comm link.&nbsp; He sets the crate down, speaking into it for a momnet, before putting it back up, then lifting up his part of the crate.&nbsp; "We may have some passengers.&nbsp; Things are looking up."<br><br>He does note the mercenary's actions, curiousity rising in him.&nbsp; Looking to the man, he has to ask.&nbsp; "Nothing personal, but what are you doing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>26-05-2006, 11:29:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If Jason was experiencing any fatigue from carrying the crate, he was doing a damn fine job in hiding it, since he was looking all but unphased by the cube. Without so much as an elevated breath or panting at all, he spoke in a rather optomistic tone. <strong>Passengers're always good. A ship without a lot of people in its bad luck afterall.</strong><br><br>He glanced down at the crate, as though he did not even notice he was hitting his charms against it. <strong>Oh this? I figure that carrying a huge box full of things that can go boom, many of which are banned, a lot can go wrong... So I gotta give it some good luck, you know? Since my bracelet here's the luckiest thing I got, I figure it can spare a bit of luck.</strong> The way Jason spoke was so matter-of-fact that it sounded as though he expected Cliff to know that, thinking that it was all but common knowledge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 14:59:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cliff looks over the bags they are carrying, checking to make sure whatever weapons are hidden.&nbsp; Wouldn't do to carry weapons into the presence of paying customers.&nbsp; May give them the wrong idea.&nbsp; He nods at Jason's explanation of what he is doing.&nbsp; "Knew quite a few people in the army who were... concerned about their luck.&nbsp; Nothing wrong with that, could probably use all the luck we can get."&nbsp; The Captain walks along, wanting to get back to ship before anything goes wrong.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>28-05-2006, 08:17:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason nodded, completely in agreement. <strong>Luck's one of the most important things to have in life... You could have the best ship in the world, with the best crew and the best equipment.. none of it means nothin if you don't got good luck.</strong> He let a large grin creep across his face. <strong>Lucky for you, I'm on board... and without meaning to brag or jinx myself, I like to think I got a good amount of luck.</strong> <br><br>He motioned ahead of them, to the docks coming into sight. <strong>See? Got us all the way to the ship without any problems. I'd say thats some pretty damn fine luck there, huh?</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>28-05-2006, 10:50:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Would say that luck is important.&nbsp; Not sure it is the most important thing, but when everything else is even, then luck plays its part.&nbsp; But then, knew quite a few who survived due to dumb luck, so who am I to say?" Cliff shrugs, as best he can while carrying the crate.<br><br>He stops, looking to the ship, then back to Jason.&nbsp; "So far, so good.&nbsp; Now, to get this hidden before someone stumbles on it."&nbsp; With that, he starts up the ramp, and back onto the Chassuer, his eyes looking about for any sign of their passengers.<br><br>----&gt;To <em>Chasseur</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>30-06-2006, 10:09:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara was heading the general direction that she had seen stores in, "Well, I need a pawn shop to get some money and then I need... well, a Goodwill store.&nbsp; Somewhere to buy stuff really cheap.&nbsp; Especially clothes.&nbsp; Then I need underwear."<br>She grins and looks at Kelli, "What do you need?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>05-07-2006, 12:51:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There are several shops near the <em>Chasseur</em> selling clothing, one with a frilly pink dress in the window.&nbsp; A few doors down is what looks to be a pawnshop, various items displayed in the window.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>05-07-2006, 22:05:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara fiddled with the trinkets in her pocket before entering one of the clothing stores.&nbsp; She looks through checking the prices and comparing.&nbsp; When the shop keeper asks to help she says she only is looking.&nbsp; She moves to the next store to compare their prices, considering different types of clothes and such.&nbsp; Finally she heads to the pawn shop and looks around.&nbsp; She looks for a mechanical section to compair prices with the things she stole in her escape. trying to get an idea of what she can afford after selling that she has.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>13-07-2006, 14:54:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The shopkeeps look up when the bell signals the door open, then scowl and go back to their business as Kara just goes thru there wares.&nbsp; The man at the pawn shop nods to her as she enters, watching as she browses the mechanics section.&nbsp; Several items look as if they will bring in about 20 credits or so, but one looks to be about 150 credits.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>13-07-2006, 17:25:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara looks around the shop, trying to make it look like she isn't just interested in the stuff she's trying to sell.&nbsp; As she does, once she's out of view of the merchant she adjests her clothes a bit.&nbsp; Unbuttoning the first few buttons on her shirt.&nbsp; She puts her goggles on her head, turned around so that the goggles are hidden by her hair.&nbsp; While she might not have the best body and her clothes weren't the most attractive she hoped she might be able to squeeze a little bit more money out of him if she flashed a little skin.&nbsp; She normally wouldn't stoop to this but she was 300 years behind in getting any kind of money.&nbsp; Once she's adjusted herself she makes her way back to the front, smiling at the shop keeper.<br>"Hello Sir, my umm, father had a few extra things in his shop that he needed to get rid of, because it's just a couple of things he can't really give them back to the dealers, you know?&nbsp; So I was hoping you could help me?"<br>She places the items down on the counter, she really hoped they weren't marked in any way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 10:57:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The shopkeep looks to her as she approaches the counter.&nbsp; His eyes do travel to the opening in her shirt beofre going back to her face as she speaks.&nbsp; "Well, let's see them miss," he says, looking down to the items as Kara sets them down.&nbsp; "Hm, have quite a few of these, say, uhm," he looks back to Kara, and the opening in her shirt.&nbsp; "25 each?"&nbsp; He then looks back down.&nbsp; "Now this?" he says, looking to the last item.&nbsp; "160."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Persephone-Eavesdown Docks</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>22-07-2006, 20:01:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara smiled at him, "Thank you very much." she said sweetly.&nbsp; Inside she was a little suspicious about how easy that had been, expecting to have to do some talking.&nbsp; However she had gotten what she wanted so headed to one of the clothing stores.&nbsp; On the way over, she fixed her clothing again.&nbsp; Since they had work clothes she started there.&nbsp; Not too surprising most of the stuff wasn't going to fit her well.&nbsp; Her physique made it hard to shop for clothes.&nbsp; Everything was too baggy, too small or too big.&nbsp; She picks out some that is the least too big.&nbsp; She picks up some jeans and a t-shirt with something written in chinese on it.&nbsp; As she looks through the clothes she chats with Kelli.
			</dd>
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