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Post by Vivian Valestein on May 10, 2018 19:45:33 GMT -5
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"For the last time, no. I don't want it," the slightly annoyed voice of the female trainer rang from where she sat in the field of flowers. Really, she stuck out like a sore thumb, with that ever present scowl on her lips even when surrounded by such natural beauty.
Why was she even here? What? Even people like her wanted to go sight-see occasionally. Or more like she promised a certain rock/ground type a long time ago that she'd bring him here if he stopped crying...And man had she really underestimated just how much a pokemon could remember things.
She lifted a hand, shooing away the crown of flowers Asta, her partner pokemon, held out to her. Of course, the happy-go-lucky pokemon didn't understand the meaning of 'no' nor did he mind the scary glares Vivian gave him...and so, it was only a matter of seconds before he, once again, was pushing that damned flower crown back in her face, whining incessantly.
Biting her lip to prevent herself from snapping at him, she instead sent out Barbatos - hopefully they could play with each other and leave her the hell alone. And it worked for about...five minutes? That was until Barbatos began to eat Asta's scruffily made flower crown, ignoring the other pokemon's crying pleas, which soon turned into actual screeches. Great.
"Astaroth - shut up. Barbatos, stop being an ass - spit it out." She snapped at the two - for the love of arceus, she felt like a mother or something! The cranidos slowly continued to munch on the flower crown for a moment before spitting out the remains at the feet of the other pokemon, who continued to quietly sniffle. After that, Barbatos went to terrorizing the other flora around them, while Asta began to try and fix his prehistoric pokemon drool covered crown of flowers.
Vivian herself let out another sigh before laying down onto the soft grass, briefly closing her eyes as a rare expression of genuine relaxation passed over her...
Until she heard the yelp of someone else close by and the victorious 'battle cry' of Barbatos - meaning he had totally bit someone and likely wasn't letting go.
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Post by Kyle Lee on May 10, 2018 23:52:39 GMT -5
[googlefont=Roboto Condensed] "You little shit!"Kyle had always tried to keep his profanities to a minimum, though the situation just called for it this time. It wasn't always that he'd find a Cranidos around, more importantly, one that latched onto his leg. Pain was searing, but he could still manage to survive it fortunately. It was understandably rare to find a Pokemon from the past just walking around and he was inclined to believe that it wasn't one of the wild Pokemon nearby, which meant it's trainer should be somewhere around. If its trainer was around though, then he supposed it was their fault for leaving their Pokemon around. No one would blame him for trying to protect himself from it, right? He started to separate it from his leg with a gentle shake at first, though he eventually resorted to pushing it away on its face with the sole of his feet in the end. Kyle eventually fell on his butt, though he continued kicking it away even from his new position. "Oi, help me you fuck!" he turned to call his Electrike, who had been preoccupied with something else. It has, unfortunately, not noticed the call for help. Kyle was starting to wonder why he still kept it around. "I'm going to kill it if it doesn't fucking let go," he grumbled. The threat could go to either of the Pokemon present, he supposed. Kyle readied the Pokeballs containing the rest of his team should the Cranidos not budge. They probably won't be much of a help either, but it was better than relying on his Electrike to do it. MADE BY NOVA |
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Post by Vivian Valestein on May 11, 2018 2:16:24 GMT -5
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As much as Vivian wanted to ignore the havoc her pokemon was likely causing, she couldn't even if she tried. Not with all the ruckus it was making. With a highly annoyed hiss, she rose to her feet, brushing herself off and giving both her pokemon and the other trainer a glare.
"Can you go get mauled somewhere else?" She snapped, even if the situation was entirely her pokemon's fault. Barbatos himself continued to cling to his leg, drooling even as he continued to bite and nibble down none too gently onto him, the thread likely flying straight over his head. Honestly, now that Vivian got a good glimpse of the situation, it was almost a bit...amusing.
Which was why she totally couldn't stop the shit-eating smirk that came to her lips as she paused to fully take in the sight.
But, she wasn't a complete jerk - or, rather, she didn't want to pay any money if the dude's leg did get injured. And so, after grumbling out a small 'alright, chill out,' to the other trainer, she made her way towards him. She crouched so she could be eye level with the prehistoric pokemon. "Alright you 'little shit'," she gave a pointed, annoyingly taunting glance up at the male before looking back down to her pokemon, "let go."
Barbatos didn't move. In fact, he bit down only harder. And his tail had the nerve to give a few wags. The little asshole was enjoying this.
"...Mmmh...How attached are you to this leg?" Vivian asked nonchalantly with a glance upward, face completely deadpanned. She was joking, of course.
Sorta.
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Post by Kyle Lee on May 11, 2018 18:11:03 GMT -5
[googlefont=Roboto Condensed] His attention had been on the Cranidos that he had not noticed its trainer until she spoke up. "Ah, sorry. Let me just do that really quick." His words were unusually calm despite the torment he was experiencing, pausing for a while before snapping back once again to a more explosive anger. "Like hell I could! You think that's funny and clever, huh? HUH?!" He'd attempt to stand up and face her normally, though the extra weight on his leg prevented him. Kyle was ready to apologize for his manner right after she takes it out, seeing as she attempted to take it off. In fact, it wasn't even a try at all. The end result seemed to be the opposite of what was intended, however, and Kyle could only feel the tightening of its maw over his leg. "Move, fucker!" He'd kick it right onto its protected head out of frustration regardless of whether it would respond to it or not. Most probably not, as his gut feeling told him. "Very," he'd answer with gritted teeth, glaring up at her. "I want it literally attached and not snapped into two, thank you."He turned around, calling for the Electrike that had been playing on the fields way too much despite the crisis that its trainer was currently experiencing. "You best come here right now or I'll kill you, dog!" He'd leave his Electric-type to mull over his words and decide whether its own life was worth keeping or not. On the mean time, he started to physically pry open the Cranidos' mouth, taking matters to his own hands quite literally. "I swear if you don't get this thing off of me..."Kyle intended to leave his statement hanging, trying to keep his emotions in check despite how poorly he has been doing it already. He had not even attempted to cross her eyes with his this time, letting the threat hang in the air for a while. Although tempted to release his Pokemon at her to bring back the favor, he'd decide on the consequences later depending on how she answered him. MADE BY NOVA |
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Post by Vivian Valestein on May 12, 2018 0:16:36 GMT -5
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Oh, this was just hilarious. Seeing the other trainer's almost explosive anger at her 'suggestion' made her wicked smile grow. "A little, yeah." She agreed nonchalantly with a nod. Her amused expression only grew at his not-so-successful attempts to pry her pokemon from his leg after she failed to do so.
Each glower he gave her to the frustrated grimaces only proved to amuse that horrible sense of humor she possessed more and more. Especially at his pokemon's own reluctance to help him - that was a 'cherry on top' at this point!
"Attached and not snapped in two? You're asking for a lot," she tsked slightly, briefly frowning despite the obvious taunt the lingered on her lips. Despite this, Vivian...didn't really do anything. Hell, her own larvitar didn't even seem that concerned, as he had went over and began to try and play with the electrike in a game of chase. Probably because this whole thing happened way more than it should've...but, eh. It wasn't like Barbatos was killing the guy or something.
The cranidos himself only let out small, possibly 'playful' growls at the males attempt to pry him off. Of course though, it didn't work, as Barbatos kept himself latched on without a care in the world.
Although, her amused, vicious smirk briefly faltered at the threat that soon enough lingered in the air, her violet hued eyes narrowing slightly. "What, you wanna fight?" The words left her lips almost on instinct, a hand briefly resting on her hip and a harsher, icier air radiating from her.
However, even if she was a total jerk, even she knew that this situation was entirely her fault. Punching the poor guy wouldn't make things any better. Well, it'd be funny - but, that wasn't the point.
She let out a sigh, dropping the intense glower she'd been giving him in a favor of looking almost a bit exasperated. "Alright, alright," she grumbled, as though him asking for her help was irritating. She bent one more, facing her content-faced pokemon - analyzing the situation for a moment before letting out a little 'hn'. "...This'll probably hurt a bit."
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Post by Kyle Lee on May 13, 2018 18:55:35 GMT -5
[googlefont=Roboto Condensed] He endured the pain on his leg brought by her Cranidos as he awaited its trainer to do anything about his situation. More than the pain, he felt like trying to contain himself as he watched her smug little face was a harder feat to maintain at this point. A perpetual scowl was painted on his expression, silently judging her until he couldn't take it anymore. "Hurt a bit? HURT A BIT?!"Kyle repeated her words rather unnecessarily, his tone getting more irritated with each passing second. He'd let her other words go, though the last set definitely made him snap once more. A change in his ways as a trouble child from his childhood meant he'd avoid fights, but as moments went by, the more tempted he was to accept her challenge, to which he wasn't sure if she was serious about it or not. He'd know other horrible sadists before, though nothing to match this girl's savagery. "Ball! Ball!" He iterated, just in case it wasn't enough to get the idea on her head. "Just recall it back to it's damn ball. That's my one simple request! How hard can that be?"He cooled his temper down as he said that, though he couldn't help but to remain glowering at her. Just now, he was tempted to throw his Pokemon at her Cranidos in an effort to at least lessen the grip of its bite on his leg. He can be tolerant to pain, but not when everything else was aggravating. MADE BY NOVA |
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Post by Vivian Valestein on May 14, 2018 17:32:21 GMT -5
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Amused smirk only growing deeper by the moment, the girl looked as though she were having the time of her life in pissing him off. It wasn't often she got others to blow up like this, and man, it felt great. Her cranidos was just as much of an ass as she was, as the pokemon looked almost gleeful at the irritation that emitted from his 'victim'. "Aren't guys supposed to be tough?" Vivian inquired with a raised brow, a smirk that could put a zoroark to shame playing on her lips once more before she let out a little 'tch', dropping her gleeful facade - it was finally time to stop messing with him, she supposed.
Taking out the ever familiar shape of a pokeball, a bright light shined over the rock type, who let out a protesting growl, briefly hugging on tighter to the male's leg before he was inevitably returned back to his pokeball. "Is this the part where I'm supposed to apologize?" She asked the trainer, and rather bluntly - and yet, there was a rather obvious taunt in her voice.
This guy - she kinda liked him. He was amusing, not as irritating as others. He didn't even cry from getting chomped by her unruly pokemon either - he kinda reminded her of the people back at home.
Before she could say anything else to, more than likely, show just how much of an ass she was, her larvitar waddled back up to them, perhaps sensing the tension and wanting to make sure she wasn't in any sort of trouble. "Lar?" He stared up at the male with a tilted head before smiling, his small arms holding out a newly, and yet still crudely, made crown of flowers towards him. "Lar!"
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Post by Chelsea Wolfe on May 14, 2018 21:43:01 GMT -5
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 320 NOTES SORRY FOR THE LAME INTRO | Strolling down the side walk, the blonde swung her arms back and forth, moving along to the beat her hums. Both her and her partner in crime, Humpy, had been training all week for some upcoming contests, and so far their hard work had been quite successful. While Humpy isn't completely ready to be displayed in front of an audience of people, he is certainly on his way there. At this speed, the two of them should be reaching the grand festival in no time flat! While whistling her way through a nearby park, a blur of colors caught her eye. There, no more than a couple feet away, stood two trainers arguing over some unknown debate. At first she dismissed their lil fight as some lovers quarrel, but then, after glancing over at the scene one last time, she noticed a blurb of gray and blue hues around the guy's leg. Wait.. Was that a Pokemon? No, it couldn't be...
A symphony of chuckles gurgled up her throat only to be blocked by the force of her hand covering her thin, quivering lips. Chelsea continued to stand there, gnawing violently on her button lip, witnessing the entire exchange up until the girl returned her mischievous Pokemon back to it's poke ball. Damn, she thought, it was just getting good. She started to trot towards them, finally releasing the small fit of giggles that were hiding behind her lips moments ago. "Good show," She commented with a sly wink, "Though, I was hoping for it to last a lil longer. Oh well." The two trainers in front of her held an intriguing appearance, reminding her of the teenagers she used to admire back in elementary school - the only difference is that now she felt a different feeling towards them. Rather than admiration, Chelsea couldn't help but put them on her infamous 10 point scale.
The girl - 6/10
The guy - 5/10
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Post by Kyle Lee on May 15, 2018 17:39:54 GMT -5
[googlefont=Roboto Condensed] "Aren't girls supposed to be cute? This isn't cute!"The retort came with obvious restraints from Kyle to no avail. At this point, he was more concerned with the girl's sarcastic tone of speaking rather than the pain that came with her Cranidos. This was supposed to be a peaceful day where he scheduled to leave the city, and to think that he'd meet someone other than his Electrike that was a pain to deal with just makes his day. With the Cranidos finally going back to its ball, Kyle released an exaggerated sigh and went back to lying down on the ground, his tense stance finally calming down to a more relaxed one. "You should. That's common courtesy, yeah?" He didn't dare stand up yet as he let the pain subside first before attempting to do so. "Besides, you're liable to pay for my surgery if my leg needed to be amputated after that," he added. A Larvitar approach him afterwards, with a crown of flowers on hand that was to be passed onto Kyle. He stared at it with a neutral expression, moving into a sitting position before accepting the gift from the Rock-type absentmindedly. He wasn't sure what he'd do with it though, and so it remained on his hands. "Is he yours?" he asked. "Your Larvitar's weird." Kyle didn't have the heart to throw it away in front of him, regardless of how pointless the gift was. An irritated grumble sounded from him when another girl made her presence known, watching her with disdain as she approached them. "Should've told us sooner then," he'd respond impatiently. Kyle wasn't sure if being sadistic was a trend for girls these days. Getting pleasure from his pain was infuriating enough, not to mention how condescending they word their sentences. "And don't act disappointed. That wasn't a good show at all!" MADE BY NOVA |
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Post by Vivian Valestein on May 15, 2018 22:24:06 GMT -5
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Cute? Oh, please - that sounded more like an insult to her than anything! She watched as he laid on the ground, a brow rising. Had it hurt that much? Man, what a weakling...If he started to cry, she was totally gonna laugh her ass off. What type of trainer wasn't used to being bitten, scratched, nearly set on fire, etc etc? Maybe she just expected too much out of people these days?
"Oh. Maybe later." She waved off apologizing to him as though he were asking her to do some hard, unbearable task. Really though, what was the point of her saying 'im sorry,' if she didn't mean it? It was just a waste of time and breath for both parties, yeah? "If you leg needs to be amputated, I could just call him back out and let him finish the job," she shrugged nonchalantly before quieting as a small shape hobbled over to them.
It was her other pokemon - far less frightening than her cranidos - who didn't seem to mind being called weird by the other trainer...Likely because Vivian had called him much, much worse. While she usually might've snapped had anyone called her pokemon anything, it wasn't as though what he was saying was untrue. "....Yeah, he is." She soon sighed, slight disappointment in her voice. What the hell sort of larvitar played with flowers?
About to shoo the pokemon away so she could continue to amuse herself with the boy, the sound of another voice made her eyes narrow, a familiar glare settling on her face as she faced the other female. The hell did she want? "Can we help you?" She asked bluntly. "Oh. I get it," she'd soon state, sharp glare being replaced with a smug 'smile' as she gave a little nod.
"Is this your girlfriend coming to your rescue? Cute." She directed her stare back towards the boy with a quirked brow.
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Post by Chelsea Wolfe on May 16, 2018 0:08:32 GMT -5
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 320 NOTES SORRY FOR THE LAME INTRO | "Aw, don't be so butthurt," She cooed softly, "it was only a small bite. Not like you're dying or anything." At first Chelsea thought that joining their little quarrel would be an amusing way to pass the time, and possibly even become blog worthy. She did not, however, anticipate the smug look she was greeted with. It almost felt like she was being directly challenge by the girl, as if she were still contemplating whether talking to Chelsea was worth her time. Needless to say, she didn't hesitate to fight back. "We were actually supposed to be going on a date today," She explained, planting herself next to the stranger on the ground, her head lightly resting on his shoulder. "What are you doing here, though? I doubt it's for the same reason."
Deep down she was praying her mysterious 'boyfriend' wouldn't completely wreck everything by protesting against what she had just said. All she needed him to do was play along for a bit, and that's it. Nothing complicated, right? The only thing that could possibly ruin her chances in winning this imaginary battle with the chick was if he were actually dating someone. That could get messy. "I'm sure you could eventually find someone who's willing to tolerate you, so don't worry too much about it. They're plenty of masochists out there." At this point she had returned the smug smile with interest. Though, there was one thing that still bothered her... Where did SHE get such a cute Larvitar? The small bean was absolutely adorable!! And, once it evolves, it'll become nearly unstoppable. Man, she could picture having one by her side during a contest. They would completely annihilate the competition!
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Post by Kyle Lee on May 16, 2018 5:46:05 GMT -5
[googlefont=Roboto Condensed] "Yeah, you should do that. Maybe do the other one too just so it looks symmetrical." Honestly, he ran out of comebacks for that one and had simply given up on arguing back. Instead, he figured he'd just dare her to do so, trying to test how much compassion she had left in her soul for poor ol' Kyle. Judging from earlier though, he wasn't expecting much. The entrance of the other girl was the break he desperately needed. Although he gave out a retort out of impulse, he was somewhat glad that she managed to get highlight girl's attention. In the middle of their spat, he took the moment to actually wear the flower crown that the Larvitar made, relieved that there was at least one soul within the vicinity that wasn't so violent. He gave him a thumbs up, wordlessly thanking him as he did not want to use any voice that might attract the other two's attention back to him. He had listened to the gist of their conversation. "We are?" he'd question impulsively. He'd deny about their relationship, but seeing as she's going against the Cranidos' trainer, he supposed it would be much better to go along with it. "Yeah, tell her... Georgia." Not the best name to call her, but it had been the first one that came to mind. At this point, Kyle wanted to let them argue among themselves so he could be on his way, but the way the situation seemed to be developed was too interesting to be ditched. MADE BY NOVA |
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Post by Vivian Valestein on May 16, 2018 6:52:42 GMT -5
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Wait.
What?
A rare look of actual shock came onto Vivian's face at the other girl's words...They were actually dating? No - she was just pulling her leg...or was she? They both looked kinda pathetic - the guy a bit more whiny...Yeah, the more she stared at the two, the more believable it became. And the fact that the boy knew her name{?} made it even more so believable. Honestly, Vivian was really unsure what to say next. 'Congratulations'? Could she even manage to say that without sounding sarcastic?
Thankfully, she didn't have to try her hand at being nice. Nope, the girl had otherwise sealed her fate when those snarky words left her lips, followed by a smug smile of her own. Almost immediately, Vivian's glare seemed to intensify as a vein of anger appeared on her forehead.
There was a subtle twitch of her eye, as it took everything in her not to describe how much it took for her not to punch the chick in the nose right then and there. Geez - weren't meadows supposed to be relaxing? Resisting the urge to either a} threaten the girl or b} assault the girl with not so nice bad words, Vivi opted instead to thickly swallow, trying to get rid of the flare of violent irritation that had surged inside of her.
Two could play this game.
Forcing her slight frown to jut upwards and into a smug smirk once more, she let out a slight chuckle - as fake as fake could be. "Oh, thanks for the encouragement. Although, I'm sorry you've been reduced into taking the first guy that shows a bit of interest in you. I'm not really sure which one of you could've done better, it's kinda disappointing both ways." She paused, giving a sharp glance from the boy and to the girl several times before nonchalantly shrugging.
"So, I guess that means you're a good match for each other, as sad as it is." All the while, she tried to give the sweetest smile she could muster...granted, it looked more like someone was forcibly pulling teeth from her mouth. What? It wasn't her fault few things could actually make her pop out a smile.
Asta, pleased that the boy had taken his 'gift' - much unlike his owner trainer - had decided he had found a friend in said boy. And thus, had planted himself right down next to the male, partially cuddling into his side. And more importantly, Asta was happily oblivious, or rather ignoring, the newest situation his trainer had gotten herself into. No, he was more focused on trying to build another little crown of flowers for the girl that had showed up - it seemed the pokemon had found a new hobby or something.
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Post by Chelsea Wolfe on May 16, 2018 23:06:22 GMT -5
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 320 NOTES SORRY FOR THE LAME INTRO | Witnessing the wave of shock contort her opponent's face was enough to evoke a feeling of victory within her. She certainly wasn't expecting that one, huh. Best of all, Chelsea's so-called 'boyfriend' hadn't said anything, and even went along with it. Though, he had fallen short in terms of fake names. Why the hell would he call her Georgia of all things? Literally anything would've been better than that. Still, the blonde continued the act by looking up at him with a smile, portraying the look of young love, or what she assumes it looks like. After giving him a quick peck on the cheek (she was truly trying to make it look as real as possible), she averted her gaze back onto the she-devil herself, producing another shit eating grin. Let's see what you got, Oranguru.
Hearing her harsh words didn't do much to Chelsea. If anything, it hyped her up even more, making her feel the all too familiar excitement of battle. But this time she was the one fighting, not Humps. "I think you're mistaken," She started to say, glancing over at her fake boyfriend for a second, only to return her gaze onto her opponent. Keep your eyes on the prize, she told herself. victory is near. "I didn't settle for him at all. I don't know if you understand this, but there's this concept called love. Ever heard of it?" At this point she had grabbed her 'lover's' hand, interlocking their fingers the ways couples do. "Hm, so how do I explain this? Um..." She paused for a moment, "Ah, it doesn't really matter anyways. It's not like you'll ever experience that! That requires two things you don't have: a heart and a likable personality. Poor girl..."
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Post by Kyle Lee on May 17, 2018 11:23:16 GMT -5
[googlefont=Roboto Condensed] "Er, what?"Confused, mildly irritated despite the sense of satisfaction he felt, and other negative feelings got Kyle too flushed to even function properly. His hand felt his cheek as her lips left them, opening his mouth to protest but not finding the words to portray the sort of emotion he has been feeling. Flustered, or maybe angry, which had always been his go-to emotion, he supposed. He was not a touchy sort of person, and anything more than a tap on the shoulder, especially a peck, was bound to get him in a state of shock. He had not been able to pay attention to what the other two have been talking about as he has still yet to move on from the kiss. The next thing he knew was his fingers were now interlocked with Georgia's, or whatever her name was. He bit his lip as he forced himself not to scream to get any other passerby to rescue him from sexual harassment. Kyle turned to highlight girl's Larvitar for help, though it seemed as he had gone and ditched him alone with these two savages. "Heh, she got you there."Kyle had only gotten his composure back on the comeback, blurting out the words with an utmost sense of victory as if he had been the one to say it. A slight smirk was on his expression, completely overwriting the feelings of nervousness from hand holding, or at least, until he gets reminded of it again. MADE BY NOVA |
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