Active [Location: West Empire; Vicinity Unknown; Underground Facility "Monster Factory"] - The Easiest Job in the World

[Metty]

Stormbreaker

To say she understand what was happening around was a understatement. She didn't know shit. Stormbreaker didn't quite know what was going on so far. Everything seemed quite normal at the beginning and then there was the demon himself. The weird fae devil. What the hell is that meant to mean? Don't tell me, he's going to. ugh. Of course he is. Why the fuck am I not surprised? She wasn't really surprised at this point, nothing has really fazed her at this point. What could get worse?

She at least felt a bit better after eating and managed to pull the IV out of her arm in the process. She didn't quite get what was going on, raising an eyebrow and staring above it all. Then he started singing and it all turned it into a musical. She raised an eyebrow even more. Was she fazed? Nope. If anything she was concerned. Concerned about this all. Then came all the blood and gore. Senseless violence, not something she was a fan of, but there was probably better ways to deal with this.

She only just sighed as she watched it all go down. Does he really have to perform that much? This isn't a broadway performance. It's a prison. It should be treated as such. This is... better reversed for elsewhere. I get he saved my life, but man... all are demonic figures that flashy? This reminds me of that one show I've heard of that has like demons or something in some hotel I think.

Stormbreaker stood up from her chair, her energy wasn't completely back but she could least stand now. But she was more concerned about the red lights that came up. That might be a problem.

".... I think that was.... too much of a performance. Now the lights are on. How are we gonna get to that bastard now? Not to mention I don't have my gear to kill that guy into oblivion with." She sighed again, crossing her arms like a disappointed parent. "We could killed those guards the normal way you know... it might more fun to watch the terror on their faces as I killed them." Not something she expected to say in all of her years of living but she didn't care, she wanted revenge on those fuckers for doubting her.

"He will die by my hands and my hands only. Leave that to me, he's a defenceless weak human." She wasn't fully healed enough to fully fight at 100% but it was enough to get this done.

Mephisto

 

[Mephisto]

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Mephisto's gaze narrowed at her critique of his antics. He made something of an amused face and gave her a little shrug of his shoulders, his arms raised in a combination of defeat and arrogance.

"Fair enough," he sighed.

"I don't usually take requests but since you've been such a remarkable co-host I'll make an exception~!"

He snapped his fingers at the illusion of the intense violence peeled away, revealing that all of the fatalities he had inflicted were merely intense psychological damage he forced into dozens if not scores of people both innocent and guilty. He chuckled, rubbing the red talons of his hands against his suit.

She could have her fun later. The roles were reversed, and the princess had come to slay the beast holding her hostage. No knight in shining armor to be found - merely the twinkle of a dead star looking down from a crimson haze. Mephisto removed the sword from one of the guards, relieving him of both duty and protection. He didn't seem to mind, having been consumed by madness during the "Fae" devil's galivanting parade. He urged Stormbreaker to take it.

"Like you said, he's defenseless now - isn't he?" he tilted his head knowingly.

She was intent on murdering him. She was consumed fully and utterly by the gnawing hunger for death. She had nothing else on her mind. The door was right behind her, leading directly into Dr. Amon's office. He was so close. Did he escape already? Were there contingency plans? The bastard might have been hiding behind his overturned desk, loading a revolver in dark anticipation for her arrival.

He knew she was coming. He didn't care about her new friend. He saw right through his illusions as he glared through the wall of video feeds provided by countless security crystal balls. As Mephisto danced and swayed, mortal minds fell into shambles. His was not as easy to break. He fitted the last bullet into place and pointed it at the door.

"Come on," he commanded to no one.

"Come and get me, you stupid animal,"

He clenched the grip until his knuckles were white. He insulted her under his breath. All he needed to do was get rid of her, something he should have done a while ago, and this nightmare would be over. But... his research...

He was so close to abusing her DNA to make something glorious. He could see it now: fields of flame and entire nations screaming for mercy. The skies filled with mass-produced artificial dragons, grown in glass wombs and brainwashed to obey his every whim. He could grasp it. He just needed a little bit more time. The faceless beasts did not need autonomy. They didn't need anything like a soul or a mind of their own.

But Stormbreaker refused to surrender.

It was that quality that he couldn't overcome, not even in his tests.

He hesitated as the door burst open. His first two shots went wide. He centered himself on the third, but it was too late.

He pulled the trigger point-blank. It didn't matter.

The last thing he saw was the defiant, loathsome glimmer in Stormbreaker's eyes return to its fully glory.

The last thing he heard was Mephisto's horrible, infectious laughter.

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[Metty]

Stormbreaker

Rage. Rage like she never felt before in the longest time. It was one of the only times she had felt rage so deeply, the last time when that Ice Villain, Frostbite nearly killed all of her friends and mentors that fateful day. She wanted to kill that bastard that day and she did. With her own two hands in self defense at the cost of nearly killing herself. Was she going to let another villain live? No.

Stormbreaker picked up the sword with such rage, not stopping to say thank you or anything. She was too angry. Way too angry. Amon deserved this. He deserved MORE THAN DEATH. He deserved to suffer like she did. She was going to make sure of that. Stormbreaker was going to make his death as painful as possible.

And then along came Stormbreaker with that massive amount of hatred and vengance, she slamed herself against the door with her strength, forcing it open and then came the revolver shots. They both missed and then the third. She didn't look amused one bit at what he trying to do. He was a coward, did he really think some lame gun shots were gonna kill her?

"Villain. Did you really think you'd get rid of me so easily? Scum like you deserve nothing more than death. I WILL KILL YOU. I WILL MAKE SURE YOU SUFFER, YOU BASTARD. EVEN IF IT KILLS ME." Stormbreaker roared as she punched through the desk Amon was sitting under.

"YOU FUCKED WITH MY MEMORIES. YOU MESSED THEM UP. AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO ATTEMPT TO CONTROL ME." She had enough. "Oh, don't think this will easy for you. I'm going to make sure you burn to death, just like that I did to that ice bastard that killed my father."

What are you doing? Stop it. This isn't hero like. This isn't what Kenzo and Arashi would have wanted. They wouldn't wanted you to kill this bastard in revenge. Maybe you should let him go, it's not very hero like... of you. She fought with her own thoughts on the matter, and hesitated for a second.

No. I must do this. There's no going back now. I don't care if being a hero is my past. It won't bring back what happened. Nothing can bring them back... at least now I can protect others from madmen at the cost of my own morality. This is justice for the defenceless and my family. I'll atone in my own way, starting with this.

"If I have to atone my entire life by killing bastards like you to make up for it, that's a price I will gladly accept my destiny." SB proceeded to pick up Amon, grabbing him with ease after she pushed him against the wall. "Now, before you must die and believe me, if you've seen my memories, I scare the living shit out of people in my previous life. Tell me something. What the hell was that stupid addictive drug you addicted with and how the hell do I get my sleep back you dumb mad scientist? You couldn't break me you idiot, I'm Stormbreaker, I don't give up."

Mephisto

 

[Mephisto]

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Mephisto leaned against the doorframe and watched the hero do her malicious work. She had a knack for intimidation and an incredible source of rage. Whatever Amon did to her, it didn't seem normal. She screamed about how much she lost, how people abandoned her, how untold years of her life were spent in contemplation of her own sins. His smile tightened.

But Amon laughed.

Even in the clutches of impending death, the man howled with glee in the face of raw destruction. Stormbreaker did her best to spit her venom in the doctor's face, but all she did was reveal that he still had something of a grasp on her psyche - and he wouldn't let go.

Not now, not ever.

"Oh shut up," he glared at her, his collarbone broken by her furious movements and his hands pathetically grasping at her emaciated wrists.

Several major nerve clusters were numbed. His best guess was they burst like fluid sacs in his body, pooling blood and fluid under his skin. His joints moved spastically. Sporadic attempts to maintain consciousness were levied by pure and hostile pettiness.

"You're never going to be free. Not from me, not from your past, not from your failures," blood dripped from his clenched teeth.

"I told you once already you dumb bitch, you can't kill me!"

His eyes rolled around independently of each other before locking onto her hardened gaze once more.

"So go ahead. Burn me to death. I've already poisoned your feeble mind - and I intend on watching it rot like a corpse!"

Mephisto didn't dare to interject. This was just too good! He swept his hand through the air and sat down on a conjured chair, scooping a wine glass from the ether. He sipped it slowly and conservatively, intent on enjoying the taste as well as the show.

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[Metty]

Stormbreaker

"I'll be free from you the second you die." Stormbreaker said as she tightened her grip. She dropped her sword, raising her right hand, the same one that killed that ice bastard before. The one that saved so much people time and time again, she was the beacon of justice. The one that people looked up to.

But instead of getting angier, she just laughed deeply at his pathetic insults from a deranged madman. She wasn't going to let this go. "Oh believe me. I can kill you. Just. Watch. Me." Her laughter turned into a grin, as if it was happy she was finally getting revenge. "Oh, you misunderstood what I can do. I've dealt with people like you before. People that captured me and did similar things. And what happened to them? Dead by my hands."

"Go to hell you bastard!" Stormbreaker raised her right fist directly, aiming for his chest, surrounding her right hand in ultra hot purple flames [Napalm Explosion: Fist Impact]. These were immensely hot after all. She then slammed her fist into it, hopefully killing him on the spot and probably sending him in the wall.

Stormbreaker just sighed in relief. This was a weight off her chest for now. Then the damn exhausation hit her. She was tired as hell, even with doing that small attack. She needed a break.

"I know your still here, dude. What did you mean by you needed something from me?" She asked the demon directly.

Spoiler: Abilities Used

• Napalm Explosion: Fist Impact | [Explosive Fire Affinity F], [Magic Affinity E], [Natural Weaponry [Fists] | E Grade | 1 Post Cooldown
  • The user launches explosive fire directly punching the foe.

Mephisto

 

[Mephisto]

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Dr. Amon's chest didn't resist the blow at all, collapsing and imploding on impact. He gasped as fluid fizzled and popped in his body, as what fat he possessed gurgled into hot liquid and sloughed onto the floor amidst burned flesh and boiling blood. He died almost immediately, slumped off Stormbreaker's forearm as the wall sizzled from the blast. It was over - perhaps too soon - and Mephisto merely watched with a dull interest in his vile eyes.

He had to shake his head to grasp the question and cleared his throat, standing up in the process. As he did so, the chair and wine disappeared. He folded his arms behind his back.

"Well, my dear, I've already gotten what I wanted. You're quite the entertaining woman!" he remarked with a dark chuckle.

"Your single-minded fury and the levels of brutality that you've sunk to have been quite remarkable to watch. So! We made a deal - let's sweeten the pot,"

He snapped his fingers. The lights in the room flickered off, and they were suddenly positioned in an entirely different place. It was a simple room with a pair of chairs across from each other around a roulette table. Mephisto himself took point as the dealer and made a demonstrative spin of the wheel.

The ball landed on 21, embraced by the red coloration of its resting place.

"How's about a little game? Win and I'll grant any wish your tired little soul desires,"

He tilted his head.

"Lose... and you'll owe me a favor. Sound fun? It sounds fun to me~!"

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[Metty]

Stormbreaker

Stormbreaker's disappointment was immeasurable and her day was ruined. At least she thought Amon was stronger than this. Meddlesome geezer, thinking he knows better. What a waste of life. Stormbreaker didn't prefer to let somebody suffer, she preferred to get it over and done with. "I thought you were stronger, geezer. What a waste." She looked over at the body, not having much of an reaction. She had seen so much dead bodies before, it didn't phase it. It might of phased her the first time.. but... it didn't anymore. She got used to being around death and destruction, it was her job.

That old man almost reminded her of a twisted version of her mentor, Kasai. Although he actually cared and didn't do crazy stuff to her like that bastard did. As she leaned herself upright against the wall breathing deeply. She was way too exhausted, her willpower was the only thing keeping her awake at this point. "Heh. I don't like to play around with my food, that's for sure. I prefer things done quickly. Such an utter waste of my time otherwise."

Stormbreaker turned to raise an eyebrow at him when he said about her brutality and making a deal. "A real hero will always find a way for justice to be served. That's what I do. Serve justice." Wise words to live by. At least that's words that All Might said at the very least. She always lived by them, it was one of the things she stood by as a hero.

Then the room changed and she just sighed. This shit again? Lovely. Does he have some sort of illusion quirk or something? Wait... this is magic isn't it? Not a quirk. Stormbreaker sat herself down, crossing her arms. Roulette table. I've seen this type of shit in casinos. Never been in one though. They always rip people off. Can't say I like my odds, but I'll play this stupid game of his. It's not like I have a choice in the matter.

"Don't I owe you a favor regardless? Even if I do win? Granted, you did break me out of my cell after all. Saving me was something I can't exactly turn a blind eye to or not owe a favor for. If somebody else saved me I would feel indebted to them too." She didn't quite trust this... demon of sorts, but he did save her. "Fine, I'll play your game and if I I do win. I'd very much like my sleep and my stuff back. That's all I care about."

And seeing Miiya again. I wonder where she is now.

Mephisto

 

[Mephisto]

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"Justice?"

The word escaped him like a gasp of air. He hadn't considered that word in a very long time. His lips curled just a bit wider than usual, and he tilted his head at her with a small, wet pop. He placed his hands under her jawbone and gently lifted her face towards his. He looked down at her, so wilted and frail... and yet she had such blinding rage inside of her. She had brutal memories, thoughts that would have given others pause. Yet he only saw beauty. In the cracked scales and bloodshot eyes, he found only a garden ripe for cultivation.

He drifted his long fingers away from her face, cascading the roulette ball across his knuckles and catching it without looking. He smiled at her.

"Of course you serve justice. It doesn't matter who is right or wrong,"

He set the roulette to spin. It wheeled around and around and around. He didn't call for her to make her bet - not yet.

"Justice is the ultimate game of morality. It is what makes humans... humans. It is what drives them to save millions... or condemn them,"

Something twitched on his face. His red eyes caught hers. The wheel stopped on five red. He spun it again. The clattering of the ball against the stained wood was dry, hollow.

"Make no mistake... I'm not lecturing you. It's just how it is. Humanity has survived on the principles of not doing what's right... but being the only ones left to dictate the new world order,"

Fifteen black. He spun it again.

"It's so chaotic. It's all nonsense. We murdered our genetic rivals and stole their women. Generations of human-like species yet unborn left to die in caves for the "justice" of survival. Entire cities laid to waste for the "justice" of unremembered empires. Nations whose borders are lost to time, weeping from the "justice" of the grave. Corpses left in the sun, their sins unforgiven by the "justice" of revenge,"

Twenty-two black. He spun it again. He inhaled deeply from the smell of burning flesh suffocating the strange, shadowy gambling room of theirs.

"Your sense of justice is what you believe in. I can respect that. Just don't let it be corrupted by what you don't believe in. Your dreams... can just as easily become nightmares,"

He stopped the wheel. Nineteen red.

"And you can't wake up from those, my darling," his expression tightened.

"You don't owe me a damned thing right now. You've killed someone in cold blood right in front of me. This is a completely new favor, all part of a new wager... a new game. Place your bet~"

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[Metty]

Stormbreaker

She waited till he was finished his whole monologue, not challenging it or saying much. It was rude to interupt people when they were talking and also disrespectful. Maybe it was the way she was brought up and the Japanese way of waiting till somebody finishes but she wanted to at least have some degree of respect.

"... My method of justice is mostly a grey area. I thought the world was black and white was growing up, it wasn't. Even less so in this blasted world compared to my original country. Wars have happened, people thought their justices was right. But I made a vow to protect the innocent from all matters of evil. I vowed to be the protector of the weak and helpless."

Then came the monologue. Stormbreaker liked to talk about her views.

"Humans have made countless mistakes in the past... don't get me wrong. I've seen it with my own eyes. I've seen one person nearly destroy an entire nation, my country to get his point across before some other person stopped him. History... history always repeats itself with that sort of thing, like it did shortly after. I grew up around trying to stick to a moral path of justice and not let it corrupt me. ... I admit, my own ambition for power got me killed and everybody I care about, but I wanted to protect people. That alone... was enough."

Stormbreaker crossed her arms, leaning back in the chair. She seemed relaxes for a second, wanting to fall asleep obviously. She needed her rest.

"... That bastard deserved to die. Who knows how many innocents died because of him? Not sure what he was doing exactly. But... all well that ends well I suppose. I killed him. I killed him because he truly deserved death. I don't like killing people but maybe villains like him all deserve to be burned by my hands."

Wait a second, we're still betting right. Uh. I wasn't even paying attention? Kinda zoned out for a second there. My bad.

"Uh, right. Single number. Black 4. That is all." She spoke quickly. She didn't quite... know what else to say in that instance.

Mephisto

 

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The misplaced Patron blinked one eye after the other, listening to her speak as he idly spun the roulette wheel with no other objective besides satisfying his completely irrational attention deficit.

He suddenly snapped back to reality once she gave him a bet. It was specific, which was daring but also good! The less specific bets meant that while there was a broader range of success, it was also flimsier and required more reliance on random chance to increase return profit.

"Where was home, if you don't mind me asking?"

The wheel clattered as the ball spun opposite the slots where it could stop. It was surprisingly addictive and... somewhat calming, the entire experience. The visual of all the spinning parts along with the satisfying noise kept certain parts of Mephisto's twisted mind happy.

"I know that for some people, the number four is unlucky,"

He didn't have to wait long to make good on that assumption.

"Ha! Black 28. Let's make this a best three out of five, it's more interesting that way. And instead of just one wish, how about three?"

The temptation of such a grotesquely stacked pot had dragged many souls down before her. But Mephisto hadn't said anything about wagering souls, merely weighing favors against the wishes he offered.

He didn't seem to want to escalate this to a game of souls quite yet.

The wheel spun along with the increased game capacity.

1-12 red lost to black 15.

All black won on black 20.

25-36 black lost to red 12.

"Aw, too bad," Mephisto had chosen to float prone above the table, rocking his legs back and forth as he leaned into his hands.

"Oh well, that's how the cookie crumbles I suppose," he gave a shrug.

He flipped around in midair and looked up (down?) at Stormbreaker.

"Tell me, what's the first word that comes to your mind when I say: Christmas vacation? Keep it PG, we can't afford another lawsuit,"

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[Metty]

Stormbreaker​

Commissioned Art by Feerocomics. Art is here.

Real Name: Arashi Sato
Height: 6"3
Titles: Human, Draconian, Puppet

Spoiler: Titles

Racial:
Human - Normal human, plain and featureless. A blank slate full of potential.
Draconian - Humans with dragon heritage descended from the dragonborn. The bloodline is heavily diluted, leaving their appearance mostly human, but it grants them superior physical abilities, superhuman healing, magical aptitude, and, more rarely, partial draconic transformation.

Society - General:
Puppet - Character was just a means to an end for grander or more influential figures. Whether by choice or by design, they dance to the whims of others. Character is more easily manipulated by others. Character is less responsible for the wrongs they commit.

Stats:
Strength | B Grade
Precision | F Grade
Intelligence | D Grade
Vitality | B Grade
Speed | D Grade

Abilities Active: N/A - will be spoilered if ability
Abilities Used: N/A - will be spoilered if ability
Passives: Regeneration | F Grade | 6 Posts
Possessions:
Color: #824ca3 | Link to Sheet

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Equipment:

• Magic Catalyst [Organ] | E Grade | 28 Points
  • Stormbreaker's magic catalyst is an extra organ inside her body that allows her to produce the element she chooses, in this case, fire for now.
• Heavy Iron Armor | F Grade | 7 Points
  • Iron Armor. Includes a helmet to protect her identity.
• Natural Weapon [Fists] | F Grade | 14 Points
  • Since she likes punching I made this.
• Iron Greatsword | F Grade | 7 Points

Stormbreaker raised an eyebrow at his question. It's certainly an interesting question. One that I'm not asked too often. She thought to herself.

"Home? If you are you referring to this world.... it was the Paizu Mountains in the Republic. At least it was until I was kicked out. For the old world I was in, it was Earth. Specfically, Japan is in this city named Yokohama. I'm more like half Japanese and half Scottish despite being born there. I think it was around 2310 when I died. Something like that. I was what you call a superhero. Or at least that's what people called people with superpowers, or as we like to call them... quirks." Stormbreaker explained, her arms still crossed.

"At least that's a version of Earth. I've heard other versions have these things called like World Wars or something. Whatever the hell that is from the others isekaiers I've met. Only things I've had in my timeline are superpowers existing and messing with our technological advancement and, well... a madman trying to control the world via stealing superpowers. Wasn't alive for that, but well, that ended in that dude being killed so like, that's that, I guess."

Stormbreaker didn't flinch at the number 4 being unlucky, at least in some cultures. "In my culture, it means death... so... and that was the rank I was as a hero before my death, I wish I was rank 3 or something instead. Out of so many heroes and I'm the 4th best in the country. How unlucky."

Stormbreaker sighed as she lost. Typical shitty luck she's had since arriving in this world. How sad. That's just... disappointing.

Then Mephisto asked about vacation? She blinked for a second before titling her head to the side, confusingly. "... Em, what's on earth is a vacation? I haven't taken a day off in my life? I don't take vacations. If I do, people die. Relaxing is lame when people will suffer."

Then Stormbreaker noticed the decor in the background. It felt old-fashioned. Like really old-fashioned. She had seen the same things in video games and old timey movies etc. It felt old. Was this guy that old? "If I may ask... what time era are you from exactly? This stuff... feels like 300 odd years old or whatever. Feels like I'm some sort of movie set or video game or something."

Mephisto

 

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A few words admittedly popped out at him. Locations, dates, descriptions of how different their worlds were... it all melded together into the vortex of lies and deceit that occupied where basic human empathy should have been. She mentioned something about a supervillain who tried to conquer her version of Earth. He could really respect that, except for the fact that he failed. What a moron - even 300 years into the future, fools like that were still around!

Wait.

300 years.

His eyes narrowed at her. Something truly nefarious was brewing inside of his devious little mind. The fact that she was technically 300 years younger than him didn't sit well to begin with, but now she was calling out his choice in building materials. True enough, it was a conjuration of his own imagination and he could change it at any point in time.

He simply didn't want to, and stubbornly adhered to his decisions as if they were gospel. His lips curled into a snarl, a cruel sneer at her.

"I don't know what a video game is, and I don't think I want to," he remarked coldly with a dismissive laugh.

His talons clattered along the surface of his cane, which he snatched up in one swift motion. The casino room fluttered away, returning them to Dr. Amon's office where - quite expectedly - he was still very much dead inside of. His corpse hadn't budged. However, it did possess a pungent aroma of human charcoal. It was somewhat sickeningly sweet, the kind of odor one would expect from marbled meat.

He licked his lips but managed to control himself.

"I'll have you know I passed away when my time was right, and that's all that matters. But you - oh you! I have such sights to show you,"

He clapped his hands together and gave her noggin a little bonk with his cane. She immediately became a small as a golf ball, and Mephisto's Long Shadow placed her on a tee. The devilish thing himself adjusted his cap and started measuring a swing. A portal opened up in front of him as he started explaining.

He wound up.

"Your first little task that you owe me is to have a vacation - a festive one! Christmas without the little bastard is instead a carnival of chaos called Devil's Day! It's the biggest holiday of the year in a little place called Red Haven... and you're on a first-class flight! Safe travels!"

He smacked her into the portal with a hefty blow from the driver, looking deep into the depths of insanity with a whistle on his lips. His Long Shadow gave him a round of applause. Whatever initial panic Stormbreaker would feel wouldn't last for long. It didn't even hurt, it was just a gag that Mephisto thought would be funny. She'd pass out and grow back to normal size while en route to her new location: right in the middle of Giovanna Fontana's shared musical number during the Devil's Favorite Holiday.

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