Roger's Academy for the Unknown [RP]

Blake stopped for a second and said "It may be a chance to show people who I am, but that isn't who I am." After saying that he walked away, feeling good about himself. Not just that he did the right thing, but that he came up with an awesome one-liner on the spot.
 
A chance to show who he was? Remy almost laughed, a smile tugging at his features as he continued to watch the boy go, he seriously doubted the world needed to know, however as he found the idea to be intriguing. Would it really be so bad . . . ? Biting the edge of his lower lip thoughtfully he raised a hand up to his forehead, drawing fingers along his hairline in a somewhat agitated and nervous manner as he released a breathless sigh, tired already though he realised getting up and going was half the battle.


"Have you. . . " He began, though paused shaking his head and shifting to look at her as he changed gear. Anxious. ". . . Will we get caught?"
 
Helena merely raised an eyebrow at Blake and his words smirking some. “Least you have some guts, earning back some of those cool points. You’re still no fun to be around in my eyes though. See you around kit cat.”


Helena had picked up the buckets the best she could and was about to head off till the new guy spoke to her again. Pausing he caught her curious for once. Not sure what he was about to say but when he finally spoke the question she broke out in laugher so much she actually had tears. Sitting down a bucket once more to wipe them from her face she just nodded. “Probably, and if not they will end up knowing it’s me anyways. But that’s half the fun, getting the attention you know? Not having to be a bratty brain to do so either.”
 
Remy just watched, a smiled quirking his lips as he watched her, the laughter threatening to become infectious as she wiped her eyes, though he soon found himself bracing, his face warming with slight embarrassment, unsure as to what it was that had set her off to such a degree as he scratched idly at the back of a hand glancing away suddenly unsure of himself as he fidgeted on the spot, though he soon calmed as she spoke. The paranoia lessening as the reasoning for her laughter was revealed and lowering his eyes thoughtfully he considered briefly before turning to move after her, picking up one of the buckets with both hands and lifting it with evident effort, hard, determined eyes meeting hers with a small decisive nod.


"Okay. . . I can, I'll help. . . You i mean. I'll do it."
 
Helena was actually taken back a bit when the guy went to pick up one of the buckets. Confused on how it seemed difficult for him to carry just one. “Oh?” She asked, she did say he would probably get in trouble right. A pause and she found her own self growing a touch nervous. This guy seemed like a whimp, hell had the abilities clearly spelt out that he was but . . . he had spunk. Talk about her head given her mix signals.


Shrugging it off the best she could she picked up the two buckets and was on her way. “Need to act fast while the teachers are all distracted with whatever. Name’s Helena by the way, Helena Gemini. Who might you be?” She smiled his way actually excited to have a partner in crime for once. Wondering what other stuff she might could teach him or drag him along with.
 
Flynne muttered mildly annoyed. Of course, that was his natural state of being. He would finish oiling the trapdoor and making sure there were enough body parts for everyone before clomping down to the teacher's lounge. A meeting. GReat. Just what he needed. He would send his few helpers back to where they were kept for emergencies, walking into the lounge and sitting himself in one of the better padded chairs, leaning back a little.


"You did remember to actually tell the corpse stealer that we're having this meeting, yes? Since he seems to do everything in his power to not show up to these at times."


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DD would smirk a little, hearing the summons. He headed to the shed, getting his snake out, stroking its head as the pair of them would walk and slither towards the teacher's lounge. It never helped to be an early arrival to the meetings, hence him making his own sweet time, lightly bopping the snakes head when it went after someone, not telling it it was bad, not needing to. He would walk into the teacher's lounge, moving to sit in the window, rolling himself a cigarette as the snake lazed in the sun beside him.





He once more, had noone sign up for his classes, and noone seemed to be able to handle necromancy, so it looked like another boring year of just fixing the place up.
 
Carmen for the very few who could see her would be sitting on top of a table with her legs cross neatly. Looking a touch annoyed as the two came in as she was easily distracted by another matter. “Is it me or does that girl never learn.” She said out loud to herself annoyed that she could either attend and stay there for the staff or get onto Helena before she had her lunchroom walls painted.


Glancing up at the wisps of smoke she glanced to DD and then Flynne smiling slightly as she did, not that he could see it. “One of you two couldn’t be a doll and hurry and stop Helena from making a mess in the cafeteria could you? I mean . . . after all It would be you, DD who has to clean it up. And/or you Flynne could be here and there at the same time if needed.”
 
"Helena. . . ?" Remy responded, rolling off and tasting the familiar name upon his tongue, running the more unsual surname through his mind and turning it over.


He had never heard of her before. Suprising? And his own lips twitched upward before finally settling in uneasy smile in response to that which she flashed in his direction. The excitement behind those eyes infectious as he felt his heart pick up in its pace, his stride unconciously shifting to match hers.


It was an unusual feeling, to fear that which enthused him and the Sandman was unsure as to whether he enjoyed the sensation, nonetheless unable to prevent or lessen his intrigue, determined to see it through and his smile became more pronounced as he adjusted his grip on he handle.


"Remy. . ." He turned his head briefly to look at the girl with an idle shrug, wondering if she would expect more. Unsure of what to say. ". . . That's it. . ."
 
When he repeated her name in a question like manner Helena merely gave him a confusing name. “Yep that’s in, a name I proudly live up to. One that’s meant to cause problems.” She grinned brightly at that thought; Janet was always her parent’s favorite, the scientist like they were. Helena was just a brute and mindless artist in their eyes. Well at least that’s how she saw it.


She paused when he seemed uneasy at first, about to tell him he didn’t have to come he was off the hook if he wanted to be only for him to click finally. Another laugh of amusement, she wasn’t sure what to expect with this guy. Who knew what he himself was protesting or had to express but damn if her curiosity wasn’t growing.


“Just Remy eh? you one of those worried about people stealing your soul through having your full name eh? I don’t have those powers.” She smirked teasing him maybe pushing a touch fear into him. “And I’m not one of those girls who goes day dreaming and stalking guys if that’s your other worry.”


Laughing happily she sat down her buckets once they finally hit the lunchroom and studied the area with both hands on her hips. It was as if she was trying to find the perfect spot and picture ahead of time what best to express. “Welcome to your year of entrapment?” She grinned glancing to Remy as if asking him if he liked the sound of it. “Or should I go straight to tapping at the teachers and all with my art head on?”
 
Rhys blinked at her and blushed himself. He laughed nervously and tried not to show his embarrassment. He was rarely referred to as cute and it wasn't normally in that tone of voice. Some of the older students or teachers might call him cute affectionately, like he was a little brother or a pet dog or something.


But Rhys didn't see himself that way either. He thought about his appearance. His normal Unknown was blue hair and bright blue eyes with matching blue tail. The scales shimmered from a light blue to dark blue as it shifted in the water. As a human his hair was black and his eyes dulled in color. He did know he got more attention as a merman, but few still wanted to associate with the fishboy.


"Th-thank you." Well this was going well. What else could he say? He couldn't think of anything and so he stared down at the water.
 
Flynne just smirked a little, happily settled in his chair, his eyes half closed as he looked at the groundskeeper. The boy had been a lousy student in everything he had tried to teach. He was surprised the boy had adapted so well to repairs. Of course it wasn't hard to fix something someone else had built.


"Well, the Lunchroom could do with a new coat of paint anyway."


DD narrowed his eyes back, the unlit cigarette sitting out of the corner of his mouth. There had been unadulterated aggression at times between them, but then, that was true of most people. He was willing to admit he didn't try hard with Flynne.





"Yeah, well at least I'm not lazy enough to not do anything to stop it."





With that, the groundskeeper got up and walked out of the room. Well, mostly. He stuck his head back in.





"If I don't come back, assume I requested a naga hunt as a student event."





DD disappeared again.


Flynne shook his head a little.


"Why did you hire him again, Carmen?"


DD headed down towards the lunchroom, the snake following behind him. He hated the fact that some kids thought of the place as their personal toilets, but he was used to putting the fear of him into them. He would wait next to the doorway, out of sight, leaning against the wall with a faint smile. He would let a little paint go up, give him a valid reason to actually bust Helena.
 
Carmen sighed shaken her head, not that they could see it. Was the game of rock paper scissors really necessary or well that’s how she saw their small banter back and forth? After all the most she could really do that wouldn’t scare the girl half to death was try to talk her out of it. In the past that had failed give or take Helena’s mood.


She merely watched in silence only to lean forward some when Flynne actually asked her such a question. “Because he’s good at his job, which is a big job and he manages to get it done all alone. He also has a way of dealing with others that differs from our own. Sometimes . . . we need it . . . after all different problems call for different solutions.”
 
Flynne snorted in a little distaste. He didn't have to like the man, but DD was still alive, which was more than a lot. IF the price was a little antagonism, he didn't see the harm in it.


"And it also makes it so that students think that they can talk back to the rest of us, or be friendly."


The last word of his statement oozed distaste. Carmen never would have had to berate him for over disciplining students. Other teachers it was damn near impossible for him to change his ways, but he had spent a long time as the only human in the school. Well, the only one without any kind of defense against the students or teachers. He was a curmudgeon, but rumor had it he had a heart of gold. no one knew exactly where it was located, but that was the way rumors worked. He would lean back in his chair, twiddling his fingers.


"Who's on Kibeth duty this term?"
 
Scarlet smiled slightly and all her focus had been lost, she then started them up again, when she realized hoe much focus she had put in a wave came and hit her in the face and she laughed and fell back, spitting out water like a fountain. They were both embarrassed and shy, it was rather awkward and Scarlet focused on the reflections of his tail until she could think of something to say she smiled at the colours and said "Your tail is so colorful" to most this would think this weird but being used to blue she could see most shades of it, in a heartbeat to her they were all different. "So many different blues" she said in a soft tone.
 
Carmen frowned after awhile wondering what was taken everyone. Of course Flynne was being difficult, when was he not. Then again, most her staff was difficult in one fashion or another. Her eyes slowly looked him over taken in his current look only to break out in laughter surprised he was actually using it. “Show some back bone, and they don’t talk back as much. It’s just who has the most spine I suppose.”


Given it a few more minutes she sighed tempting just lean back on the table and relax in defeat since no one could see her anyways. “If you think he needs someone to watch him we can decide that in this meeting.” She glanced to the door hoping the others or more would come soon. “Unless they all decided to leave the choices up to the few who showed . . . then I may have to have a long talk with all the staff for being lazy.”
 
"Not all of us. . . "


The remainder of Mitchell's journey was fairly uneventful aside from dodging several students rushing the hall as though blazing flame licked at their heels, their very lives hanging in the balance, and he entered the teachers lounge in time to catch the tail end of Carmen's comment. His eyes purposely passing over and avoiding the headmistress with much difficultly as she lounged undoubtebly and delectably posied upon the table. Nodding instead in Flynne's direction as he moved across the room, making an automatic beeline for the coffee pot.


". . . Sorry i'm late, I was waylaid."


As always it was purely out of need for something to do and concentrate on as the caffiene, like every other drug and intoxicating substance, would have no effect on him whatsoever. Not to mention the taste left much to be desired. And yet as always he endeavoured to at least begin this meeting as he did every other, with his head. Once made he even hoped to read at least half of the memo's on the notice board before losing much of his focus.


"I would appreciate if you spoke to Reginald regarding his volume control. . . " He continued idly as he began to add milk to his brew, focusing on the pale swirl that the rotation of the spoon created as he gently stirred it in with the other. "I have enough to keep me busy on a daily basis."


Taking up his cup in one hand he moved over slightly to the nearby wall, eyes glancing at the papers there as he initiated step two of his battle plan. . .


The corner of Remy's lips twitched higher in unspoken amusement at the mention of daydreams and fantasy though he made no mention of his musings, keeping the joke to himself as it were and rather taking the opportunity to 'lose focus' as they pushed open the doors and moved into the lunch room.


He looked over the familiar setting as he half placed, hald dropped the bucket in his eagerness to relieve the strain of his limbs, a hand crossing over to rub at his forearm, gently kneading the muscle as it slid higher before cradling his shoulder.


"It is my only given name." He finally responded once his breath had been caught, eyes shifting first to one wide expanse of wall before shifting to another, then another smaller one, deciding debating . . . Finally he crouched beside the buckets, shifting through and selecting a can of black. Shaking it experimentally as he finally responded to her question, looking up at her with the ghostings of a smile. "A touch of reality."
 
Carmen watched Mitch come in only to nod a welcome. Amused that he was one of the few teacher’s who could actually still use and enjoy the coffee they had. Not ever thinking he disliked it since he tended to take to it whenever they had a meeting. “As long as it never gets crowded in there I’ll be happy. It means most the students are safe and healthy.”








When he spoke of Reginald’s volume control she merely laughed having caught a touch of that as well. “He’s new, but yes we should bring that up to him. As well as probably making Kibeth drink coffee before any classes he has to make sure he stays awake. We also need event ideas for the kids coming back and prize ideas. You know like we try yearly so they don’t fully dread coming to school again.”





She finally gave up sitting up straight and just leaned back some getting a tad more comfortable in defeat. “Is there any other suggestions? I was hoping that the newer teachers would get here before I go over the basics of how to handle certain students and who to elect for house dorms heads.”


Helena of course didn’t understand the whole touch of reality thing but whatever he wished to express worked for her. “Sounds insightful.” She said as her curiosity built, wondering how good he was at art and how it might turn out. She herself would take both a black and white spray can shaken them before popping the lids off. She in her own ways was a true artist and before she even thought to add colors she had to get the base down, the shade and where it fell.


Black came across the wall first followed but very little white just to accent it, the shadow of whatever she was going to do starting to build. She pondered a whole mock on the teachers to do each of them with a small note about them. Well at least the ones that she had fun picking on. Probably a special tribute to that cat as well . . . of course she had no clue DD was in the shadows watching and with her luck she wouldn’t be able to even get a chance to get to the colors.
 
Ryker passed by classrooms with few students hanging about, most likely getting to know one another or reacquainting. He offered a smile to any who may see him as he made his way to the teachers lounge, passing DD headed in the opposite direction with his pet following in fashion to that of a second shadow. Ryker was somewhat curious at to what he was heading off to do but didn't have the time to socialize and ask, not if he was to get to the meeting in time. Entering the teacher's lounge he looked about at his fellow teachers. There was a wispy man of sorts by the name of Mitchell. One that he had met only briefly, apparently he had started up at the school soon after Ryker himself had graduated out. Then there was Flynne, wearing a new skin sort to speak, larger than the last form Rkyer had seen him in. He walked in on them discussing the banshee’s cry and learned the name of a fellow new teacher, Reginald. So that was the one that had nearly deafened the campus earlier.








Yan laughed as her sister came about as per Liz's assumption. “Does that answer your question?” she asks as Yin goes to lean on her shoulder some. “Keen senses” Yin added with a lazy yawn before turning to her sister. “Scoping out the new students?”she teased some. Yan was the only one she was comfortable doing such with. Yan would only shake her head in return and state a simple no.


(I'm more curious at to what new teachers we get this year... then again they can't top the current teachers we have now can they?)





Yin's face reddened as she looked to her twin, at a loss for words. As sweet as Yan may be the girl had a mischievous streak as well. But of course the other students never expected it of her, Yan being model student and all. “I could care less about any of the teachers” a lie if one was ever heard, but at least Yin didn't have any tells. Only her sister knew she was lying, and who exactly she was lying about.


 
Remy became somewhat distracted and curious as he watched Helena at work, the can in his hand lowering before he turned determinedly back to his chosen patch of wall, rising it once more. A multitude of emotions were racing through him, many contradicting, and for a long moment he stood there staring blankly as his heart began to race in his chest, finger poised on the trigger as it were before finally, after a deep breath, eyes closed he swallowed down his restistance and pressed down, a quick brief jet of black spraying from the nozzle to create a dark black dot upon the pale surface, it's edges faded and blurred.


Remy stared at it for a momment taking it in, lifting his free hand to curl about his wrist to steady the shaking. However, and he noted with some surprise, it was purely adrenaline, his fear masked by renewed determination as he reaffirmed his grip on the can and the jet sprayed once more, this time with vigour, an image already in mind, surreal in it's vision.


Unlike Helena whom he had partnered for this crime, his work was quick, rough and bold in it's outline and he intended to fill and blend the cloud like outline he was creating with white and orange to create the impression of thick, dark textured smoke. He would use his free hand to drag tips down over the still wet paint to give the impression of a literal hot 'air' balloon, using the same painted digits to draw the rough outline of a basket.


The image was good in theory and he smiled as he dragged uneven and unstable digits down to create strings for his basket, the world about him fading from mind as he drew his attention back to the clouds moving away mid spray to create a wisp like appearance, adding texture to his clouds and using his already paint laden digits to give them a finer definition. . .


Taking a sip of coffee, Mitchell glanced briefy to the door as he heard another enter, nodding at the newcomer in a fashion similar to that which he had greeted Flynne, before quickly returning his full attention to the wall before him, fully aware of the red warmth that was spread across his cheeks as he fought the urge to turn and look. Forced himself to focus on the words that the pages on the notice board before him had to offer.


Honestly he had little knowledge as to the school events, was usually against the majority due to the mishaps that often occured during and throughout them, however he nonetheless found himself irritably eager to please and offer up suggestion.


"Perhaps. . . " His voice cracked with nerves and he coughed to disguise it, taking a sip of his coffee. ". . . a series of mixed Games to test the students skills?"
 
A faint smile crossed paper thin lips, and a nod to the snake and she would slowly slide in, moving behind Helena as DD moved to stand in the actual doorway, looking at the pair as they painted. Punishment, punishment. A wicked grin would form.





"Perfect, a pair of artists at their finest. The pair of you will be assisting me all this term, starting after classes. We are going to have you both paint every building and room in colors of my choosing. It'll be fun, exteriors until the sun sets, working until late painting classrooms, doing dorm rooms over the weekends. Should be done in a term. Maybe a term and a half."





Damballah would rear up, laying her head on Helena's shoulder, fangs bared, hopefully enough to scare Helena's other half out of her wits to keep her from retreating. It was a little something that he had thought up last year but never had actually caught the girl doing anything. It was going to be interesting to see if either of the techniques worked as he waited for the pair of them to start complaining. Flynne would have given detention, he preferred to use the threat of actual hard work. He would finally light the cigarette he'd been waiting for, his dark eyes constantly looking between the pair of them.


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"Volume control on a Bann Sidhe. That will go down well. I volunteer not being the one to tell him."


Flynne was relaxing, or trying to, shifting slightly. He wasn't sure if it was the body or the chair, but he still couldn't get comfortable. These meetings happened every year. Although part of him did like the idea of the games, in a way. He would smile a little, twisting it. He would pay no real attention to the other teachers.


"Make them dorm games. That way you won't need to do ones with obvious advantages and disadvantages. Might even build some team spirit. Especially the triathlon with crocodile, pretty sure I can get some piranhas as well."


Most people would assume he was joking. It was not often he did outside of mocking the students and teachers in class. He was just being his usual self. He was old school, proverbially, where education was wasted on the students.


"Oh, Carmen, I've unlocked my old science rooms, cleaned them up some. Need to let the students know at some point for me, since you can do the voice thing, and best I can do is invade their rooms while they're asleep and yell at them. Which you have banned me from doing."
 
Rhys felt his tail flick against as if it had a mind of it's own. He was actually surprised that she could tell it wasn't just one color. Most people saw it and saw blue. Some did have different shades. Most say a normal blue color, some a darker blue and very few a lighter shade. But few saw all the colors and shades of it and it made Rhys happy to have found someone.


"That's awesome. Thanks so much for saying that!" Rhys laughed a little. "Most aren't impressed with my tail anyways. I'm just half a fish to people."
 
Carmen watched Ryker enter and took him in wondering if he was going to just stay in the background or at least try to help. She smiled at Mitch when he had at least the right idea. “Yes but what for example, art, science? Have them build a working robot and battle each others? And if we do dorms it would be boy’s against girls . . . that is a bit too much. Maybe they’re allowed to form teams of five or so if they wish. What should be the prizes though?”








Carmen sighed as Flynne talked about unlocking some of his old science rooms, the death traps in her eyes at times. She couldn’t help feel bad for the poor nurse knowing that he may have a few more visits this year with Flynne being the science teacher but what else could she do? The last one had mysteriously vanished, well to the knowledge of most he had, and Flynne was all she had on hand for now.


Helena was lost in her art, and it took the snake’s slithering up her to bring her back. A sigh on her lips she merely tapped the snake’s nose telling it no and it knew better in this silent method. Her eyes glancing to DD as she merely glanced over her shoulder at him. “Just had to be you huh.” Anyone else she knew she could manage to get away easily; he was one of the few who didn’t mind doing shit to Janet to force Helena out.


Moving to sit down the spray cans she flashed DD a charming smile only to glance to Remy worried. “How about this, I do ¼ a term, you let the whimp here off the hook, and you give me a touch of artist freedom when I do the art. I’ll show up full time for once, you don’t have to chase me down . . . well unless Janet doesn’t switch over and I’ll make it easy on you when I can.”


With that she placed a hand on her hip thinking she was being WAY more than generous, but mostly hoping to get the poor boy his freedom. “Sides the boy didn’t realize what he was doing, I told him we got permission. I mean look at his art all happy and loving, he didn’t know I was here to mock the bunch of idiots you were.” She looked to Remy as if rubbing in her little prank to him even as she lied through her teeth. “Sides he almost couldn’t carry a lame bucket of stuff . . . he wouldn’t last long at all in a smaller room of paint. Student safety and all that shit . . . you really think he could survive long around the man you are?”
 
Scarlet smiled softly and said "I pick up details tbat others miss, My eyes have to be good, im making these waves using one block if water." she told him matter of factly, kicking her legs slowly and bobbing up and down with the waves she smiled at him once more she really did like his tail.


"well they arnt very smart then thats just like saying im just a girl who lives in water." she thought it so stupid how thick people can be about things like this. Emotions are also a problem for most to understand, to her it was simple.
 
"A long, weekend field trip for the winning team. . . the games themselves rather straightforward, simplistic and 'fun'. . . Daft would be an adept expression" Mitchell stated and made the mistake of turning in automatic toss back of the latter comment, his eyes catching Carmen's in peripheral and flicking toward her as she provided a disarming smile and immediately he tensed, staring, coffee sloshing as his grip seemed to slack.


"Shit." He cursed mutedly as the burning hot fluid ran over his hand and onto splashed his shoes, quickly and instinctually stepping back and holding the mug out to the side to avoid spilling it on himself further. He could already feel his face flaring with embarrassment, heart pounding in his chest as he resisted the urge to face palm, wishing for the ground beneath his feet to swallow him whole. Way to play it cool.


Flicking the fingers of his scalded hand idly in an unfazed fashion before drawing them to his lips as though in soothe despite the sting already faded, Mitchell turned and made good with distracting himself with washing his hands in the sink nearby, placing his half empty coffee mug on the work top, in an effort to regain his posture and bearings, hands shaking as he rinsed them off in the cool water. Clearing his throat he finally rejoined the discussion.


"The aim is to keep the casualties to a minimum, Flynne. . . Healthy and happy." Mitch frowned, head lowering slightly as he closed his eyes at what sounded like a mantra escaped him. This meeting was destined to be painful.


. . .


DD. He had seen the man on campus and in one to many mind's to mistake him, had stolen the caretaker's skin in some of them, and yet his interaction with the man himself was minimal. There's rarely crossed paths and he was unsure of what to expect and not yet bothered by his presence. The man's snake however, that was another story.


The snake was a product of many a student's nightmare as was the crocodile in the lake, and though it appeared docile enough even as Helena bopped the creature on the nose he could not help but to eye it warily. Staring at her finger in disbelief. Control made alot of the difference, however he pushed the discomfort aside.


"I knew we didn't have permission." He stated simply, holding up paint splattered digits as if catching them in the act were not enough proof that he had done his part. His heavy lidded eyes moved from DD to Helena, indicative that he knew what she was doing, that he was choosing to ignore it before returning his gaze to DD as he continued in total earnesty.


"I can also provide a note excusing me from most activities."
 
Helena couldn’t believe what she was hearing from the boy, was he nuts? Here she was trying to get him off the hook and he was obviously trying to stay still on it. “Come now DD does he LOOK like the type to just go along? You now this is all my fault. He's just some stupid kid who came along for the ride. I mean for all we know he's saying what he is now because he's starting to become stalkerish and wants an excuse for more time with me.”


She then tried to shoot poor Remy a nasty look as if to warn him to back off. The kid had NO clue what he might be getting into when it came to DD’s punishments. Hell some of the stronger kids couldn’t last a week with DD. He in her eyes was the one who tended to break most the rebels. Remy . . . was no rebel in her eyes, in fact he was like one of those small flowers easy to trample on and forget for most. It was her artist nature that screamed out to keep him safe in her own way.
 
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