Herald Chronicles 3/?
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She smiled ruefully. "The last time I left the Palace was when all of the Heralds went to the Border for the last battle with Hardorn." Then she paused. "Well, no. I had that afternoon out with Jemmie and the twins a few weeks ago," she said absently. Rolan blinked at Zack, and then nodded wisely.
"Zack, allow me to intrroduce the Queen'ss Own Herrald Talia," Treyvan added, amused.
:As I said,: she said, voice highly satisfied. :I'm far better than one of your chocobos. And I can keep up my top speed for a day and a half straight if I have to.:
"For some reason Jemmie and twins doesn't sound like a trio of really hot guys or gals. Babysitting?" Then he paused and shook his head "We didn't wake you with our spar did we? We tried to keep it down." He glanced over to Seph and rolled his eyes, then looked back. "He on the whirlwind over there is Sephiroth by the way, you likely heard that by now, and he doesn't seem to be," he raised his voice and looked over that way, "getting over here to say hi for himself!" He flashed her a grin. "And, um, that's a title innit? Never been good with those."
:I'm not finding it in me to protest. Though, it appears Zack is being demanding.:
She laughed. "Jemmie's my son, and the twins - Kris and Lyra - are Selenay's. And Selenay's the Queen. I'm...hm. The position of Monarch's Own is something like a Second in Command, and something like best friend. The Herald who holds the position is Chosen by the Queen's Own Companion - recently, Rolan." She rested a hand on his shoulder.
:I imagine he does that a lot. He's right though, that's Rolan and Herald Talia. You should meet her.: With that, Vianna began an easy lope back toward the little group.
"Yeah, you have a hot guy or chick stashed somewhere though right? Which is something." He gave her an impish grin. "Ahhh, titular highness... not that I pay attention, what with me playing pretend with Wutai's Empress to be on half my actual missions." He hooked a thumb at Seph. "Don't tell him that though, he'd likely do that forehead smack think he does sometimes and I'm worried he'll hurt himself onna these days with it." He closed an eye. "I used to be a few rungs down, but I'm pretty much second in command to his General over SOLDIER."
He shook his head as he listened to Zack chatter, and yes, he hadn't realized the girl he played with was -that- girl. "You never told me you were playing clues with Nioan's daughter Zack."
"Dirk is...well. Unfortunately, he's not what most people would think of as physically attractive," she said, though it was amused. "He makes up for it in personality, though. You'll likely meet him at some point." She laughed at the comment, though. "Playing with young nobles can be the best thing for them, though. It reminds them that they're still people, and not just their titles."
"Well, when I met her I was still under -Angeal- so that makes sense." He stuck his tongue out at Seph, then looked back to the woman. "But yeah, I met her when she was, gah. six, seven? She was in a place we were bringing down and tried to sneak up on me, badly, which is good otherwise she might have been hurt, and pretended to beat me up. It was cute, so when she got my text I decided to go along with it. disconcerting as hell when I'd get to rigged treasures before her though, she'd start screaming and crying, then flee. I think she did it on purpose to see if she could make me feel bad..." He rubbed the back of his head. "Cute kid though."
"Wait. -That- child? She looks like a common ninja brat!"
She raised an eyebrow and watched the two banter back and forth, amused.
He just grinned. "Professes herself to be the greatest." He reached over and tugged on Seph. "Meet the nice high ranking lady here Seph." He prodded until the man turned to look at the woman, a wry smile on his face. "Her name is Talia. Now say hello."
Lips twitching as he refrained from something further, he inclined his head. "Hello."
"A pleasure to meet you," she said, smiling warmly and returning the nod. "I'm here entirely unofficially, by the way. This is one of the few times I actually have a chance to relax, so Rolan and I tend to get out while we can." Her eyes darted between the two of them, amused.
Vianna inclined her head in respect to Rolan absently.
He snorted softly. "I understand entirely, in the last two years my time has been hedged around rather vigorously."
Zack grimaced. "Which still wasn't your fault. And we'll pretend we don't know you then?"
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that! I mostly meant that I'm not here to be formal or anything. I get enough of it the rest of the day."
"I'll believe that when time flows backwards and things unhappen Zack." His voice was a bit crisp and he waved away the topic, much to Zack's displeasure.
"Right." He looked back to her quickly, grin flashing back quickly. "Well, in that case, we're cool. I'm not very good with that whole formal thing anyway.'
Her eyes were assessing as they rested on Sephiroth for a long moment, and then she smiled again. "How have you and Vianna been getting along?"
He relaxed slightly at that, letting himself be distracted. "She's convinced me of her superiority to my war hen."
:Of course I am.: There was distinct smug confidence in her attitude.
"I'm glad of that," Talia said warmly. "And, of course, Companions are more than just mounts." She placed one hand gently on Rolan's neck. "They're friends as well, and the sort that can be trusted with anything."
"I'll see about that in time." He glanced down to Vianna, rather certain she wouldn't be offended by his reticence. He had extremely good reasons for it.
Zack just shook his head. "I almost feel left out."
: Don't worry,: she said calmly, sending him a gentle surge of affection. :We have time.:
"Of course!" Talia's attitude was perfectly calm. Vianna's shields were fairly good, but she could certainly sense around them and get a feel of how desperately the Companion-bond was needed. Turning to Zack, her expression turned rueful. "You really shouldn't, you know." Then her eyes sparkled. "After all, Empaths like us make friends rather easily."
He snorted and waved a hand. "Don't empaths get all that emotional gunk off everyone? I don't really do that. I just pay attention." He flashed her a wide smile. "Can say it's easier when everyone talks though."
:I'm glad you agree to that.:
She kept her expression and body language exactly the same, polite cheerfulness, and then projected a wordless pulse of welcome, mischief, and reassurance.
He blinked, then -laughed-. "Ohhh, okay maybe not. My girlfriend can do that. She inspired my best Limit." He gave her an impish smile. "You're makin me wonder if any of the local'sll get under my skin that well."
She chuckled. "I can teach you shielding. You've got the rudiments, but it's a lot easier once you've got conscious control over it. And the sooner the better, really."
:Talia knows more than anyone about using Empathy purely as Empathy,: Vianna explained.
He reached over and scritched behind one of Vianna's ears with a grin before looking back to Talia. "Likely yeah. I have a lot I'm gonna end up learning round here to go with my own brand of use aren't I?"
"It's likely," she agreed. "Then again, I imagine we're going to be learning just as much from you two," she added, inclining her head to the both of them.
He grinned and laughed. "I bet. I'm curious about what kind of Limits you guys got here to be honest, or if you have em. It'll be weird if people don't have em."
"I do not believe that we have anything closse to what you have descrribed," Treyvan put in then. "The clossesst would be a mage'ss Final Sstrrike, and that iss...well, final."
"Oh no." He waved his hands. "Sure, we have -that-." He pulled a blue materia to wiggle it. "But if I ever equipped this thing it'd be slapped on my phoenix cause at least she'd make sure I didn't -die-."
:You might want to be careful, Zack,: Vianna said, amusement in her mind-voice. :The Healer representative was giving you covetous looks. I think she took off to recruit backup.: She hadn't gone with them into the
Council room, but she'd watched through Sephiroth's eyes.
He blinked and leaned into Seph, cautiously responding in kind to the Companion since he didn't see her yet. He wasn't very good at this part. :I got Seph for backup:
:Not against a cadre of determined Healers. Who are not like doctors or scientists,: she added quickly, just to have that out of the way. :They're just...well. Focused in an entirely different way than Heralds.:
:I know healers, was dating one... and crap I think I know what you mean.: He patted Seph, then gave him a sheepish grin. "You go find your gal... I think I'm gonna run now.
Unfortunately for Zack, it was a bit too late. A group of people in Greens - headed up by the Healer representative and an old man who regularly ran the Guard recruits around the practice arena - were approaching in a bee-line for Zack.
:Hopefully they'll let you go for dinner,: Vianna said cheerfully as they swept him up and carted him toward the House of Healing.
He yelped, seeing the arched eyebrow Seph was casting after him, and gave the group a sheepish smile. "Um, hi! What can I do for you guys?"
"We've heard some interesting things about how you use your Gift of Healing in conjunction with your other Gifts," the older man said calmly. "If you don't mind, we'd like to see if we can learn the how of some of it...and possibly help you develop it further."
He blinked a few times, then laughed a little. "Um, I just kinda do it. Don't really know how to set it off without someone at least pretending to throw a punch at me either. Well, outside the materia spells anyway..."
"That's one of the things that we may be able to help you with," he said cheerfully. "Many Healers start off on a purely instinctive level."
"Well, Limits tend to be a battle thing anyway so I can't say I'm shocked about it..." He looked around. "I have no idea who any of ya are by the way.'
The old man waved his hand genially. "Ah, my fault. I'm Devan, the Dean of the Healer's Collegium. With me are several of the teachers, including Breda, our representative on the Council." The woman smiled warmly.
"Hiya, Zack Fair, kidnapee."
"Well, if we'd left you there, then the mages would have gotten the both of you, and then where would we be?" Breda asked cheerfully.
"I don't think Seph has any healing limits guys." He shook his head. "They're pretty rare."
"We'll keep that in mind," Devan said as they reached the path to Healer's. "You're the one that's interesting, though."
"I gathered that from the whole abduction thing." He gave them all an amused look.
"Well, there's no time like the present to get started, hm?" Blue eyes sparkled back as Devan opened the door for him. "Unless you have somewhere else to be."
"Not that I can get to no. Still. Abducted."
She rounded the corner in time to watch Zack get carries off by the flood of Healers from the Palace to the House of Healing, then stuck her head in the doorway before it closed. Hopefully they really would let him go free before he starved to death.
Sephiroth moved over to her and pushed the door a bit more open. "Do you suppose he'll be fine?"
:Oh, probably. They are Healers, after all - they won't hurt him.: She didn't come inside just yet, glancing at him then out toward the garden. :Care to come for a walk with me? The servants tend to throw fits over hoofprints on the floors.:
He inclined his head and slipped out. "I suppose, though most stories with healers tell how vicious with weapons they could be."
:They are that, when the need arises,: she conceded, moving aside to give him room. :On a day-to-day basis, however, they usually don't go to such measures.:
He rolled a shoulder. "I've never personally dealt with any."
:I imagine you'll meet several if you spend time here, even if you do heal quickly,: she said absently. :They tend to worry.:
"Like Zack."
:Very much like, but they tend to get a little less personally acquainted except in some cases. I imagine he'll actually get along rather well with them. It's the Empathy thing.: She guided their steps toward the edge of the field.
"Being able to tell how people fare is pesky at best."
:I don't know. It could be very useful as well ,: she said airily.
"I suppose, but no less annoying."
:Would you rather know that one of your men was feeling ill despite outward appearances and send someone else in his place, or send him without knowing that and risk his abilities not being up to the required task?: She turned blue eyes on him as they walked.
He leaned in and took a deep breath. "If I was the one sending him out, I would know."
She paused, then nodded and kept walking. :I'm sorry. I forgot.:
"You'll learn to remember."
:I should certainly hope so!: she replied, but it was cheerful as they reached the gate into the Field (as opposed to just jumping the fence).
He reached to undo the gate and stepped through. "As would I."
:Well, since Zack is, ah, occupied right now, I figure that this is as good a time as any to make some introductions,: she said after a pause, stopping and turning so that he could swing himself on.
He got the hint and climbed up on her back, stroking her neck. "Fair enough,.
She cantered across the Field toward Firesong's ekele in his miniature Vale, eeling among the various groves of trees until she arrived at the appropriate one. Pausing by the entrance, she whinnied, just loud enough for the occupants to hear.
:I don't think An'desha will arrive immediately, but you'll want to meet him as well.: Faint grumbling from inside and overhead indicated where Firesong was making his way down, and Aya arrived in a flashy show, dripping false sparks from his feathers as he settled on a nearby tree branch.
He blinked slightly, then quirked an eyebrow. "Well, that bird looks a bit like a phoenix. Who am I here to meet exactly?"
:He's a firebird, Aya. Firesong's bondbird. And we're here to introduce you to Firesong,: she said serenely.
"Hm? Oh-" Silver eyes blinked a few times, and Firesong - dressed in a comparatively simple outfit, paused at the top of the stairs leading into the tree-build ekele. "...oh! Please, come in. You are one of the travelers that I have heard of? I am Firesong k'Treva, it is a distinct pleasure."
He quirked an eyebrow up at the man, then slid down off Vianna's back, gauging how high up it is.
Firesong descended the stairs with the grace that marked him, every bit the showman, with his long silver hair trailing gracefully behind him. He hadn't gotten the chance to do much with it just yet, so it flowed free for the time being. "Might I ask your names in return?" He offered both Sephiroth and Vianna a charming smile.
He inclined his head. "Sephiroth, and she is Vianna."
"Please, be welcome to my little Vale here in Valdemar," he said, sweeping his arms out and bowing gracefully.
He inclined his head slightly. "Graciously." He wasn't one for bowing himself, but was watching him.
He smiled and beckoned them further in. "Refreshments should be no great difficulty right now, and I believe that you have been meeting with the Valdamaran Council - and that could cause any man to need refreshment!" He gestured absently and with a spark of magic, and after a few seconds, a tray floated from the living rooms at the top, burdened by a pair of glasses and some light snacks, ones enjoyed by humans and Companions alike.
He moved forward at the inclination, a look of interest in how the magic was being used apparent. "I haven't seen levitation used that way."
"Hm?" He glanced up at the tray. "Ah, it's a simple enough spell. Normally I wouldn't waste magic this way, but- well. Sadly, Valdemar is severely lacking in proper amenities, and that includes the hertasi."
"Hertasi?" He quirked an eyebrow, but was still regarding the tray with speculation. "Though I have to correct myself, I have seen it used that way, just not so obviously."
"Wonderful little creatures," he sighed airily. "So helpful and useful. I really wish they were here." The tray set itself on a table, and he retrieved the two glasses, offering one to Sephiroth. "And, of course, if you get thirsty, the cold spring is perfectly clean to drink from," he added for Vianna.
He took the glass, considering the man, eyes lingering on his hair in plain curiosity. "I've never heard of them, then again, unhuman servants just don't really exist where I'm from."
"You poor thing," he sighed dramatically. "No hertasi, no Vales, no Heartstone, not even the amenities of proper hot springs. I should have stayed with k'Leysha, but then where would the world be?"
He slowly arched an eyebrow. "If I wanted a bath, it wasn't exactly difficult to get one. Hot tubs outmeasure hot springs so far as I've seen."
"You would never say that after being to a proper Tayledras Vale," he dismissed absently.
"You're overly certain of that. I've been to springs in Wutai, I prefer the hot tubs where I can manipulate the temperature and scents to my liking."
"Easy enough," he said. "But enough of this," he finally added, waving a hand. "I don't imagine that that's why your dear Companion brought you to me."
He hummed lowly. "Yes, I imagine it was for something more along the lines of introduction than argument."
:Just possibly,: she said dryly, taking the opportunity to investigate the bowl of carrot sticks. :Firesong might be able to help you figure out what brought you here. And he'll likely end up one of your magic teachers.:
"Ah, indeed," he said, satisfied. "The other mages here are quite good, I'll admit, but I outclass them by far."
"Considering how much closer I am to magic compared to most people from home." He pointedly raised an eyebrow at her so she could note the two exceptions. "And I don't care what brought me here so long as I'm not returning."
She nodded as if she'd expected that.
"Ah? Well, that will make things easier then, I suppose," he said absently. "But yes, I'm a Healing Adept as opposed to a regular mage. I deal with slightly different energies, or at least in different ways, and we tend to be more powerful than normal mages. Which, as your Companion said, will likely make me more suited to be your teacher."
He arched an eyebrow. "I suppose you would know better than I in this instance. I've always been more.... directed towards battle arts, so magic explorations have fallen well behind in importance."
"You'll get along well with the Herald-Mages, then," he said absently. "That's much of what they're training for - the battle-magics, that is."
"No, battle -arts- not magics. Materia magic is a given, of course, but anything beyond that wasn't truly considered effective or useful, and thus, discouraged." He shook his head slightly. "Of the two of us here, Zack is the one who had the time to explore that area."
He rolled his eyes. "Thus why you'll want to study battle magic." An impatient sigh.
He couldn't help the twitch of his lips. "I gathered that. I can imagine there are gains, but to what end?"
"A single mage can hold off an army on his own," he said absently. "Or destroy a country by himself." As Ancar had. "And if you're staying here, you'll need to learn it, as I doubt any enemies will be magnimonious and refrain from using it."
"Considering I already know how to do -those- things..."
He smirked then. "I doubt you know the extent of it."
"I was the main force behind destroying the last free thinking country. I had a bit of help, but I was the one put in charge of dealing with the majority of it, and Ninja are highly creative in their retaliations."
"Ninja-" and he didn't know the word, but he didn't let that show- "are not Blood Path Adepts."
"No, I don't imagine they'd like the connotations of those words to me, but they never severely wounded me either." He waved a hand. "I'm not adverse to learning, but I was made a General ten years ago for a reason. Be I agreeable to those reasons or not, they weren't without support."
"And my hair was white from magic when I was ten years old," he returned absently. "You are in a land where many people are given great responsibility and power from a young age. It is not an uncommon thing."
"I never claimed otherwise. Merely that I know my way around at least the topics you're presenting." He paused briefly. "Your hair was once another color?"
"Wonderful to know then!" He gave him a bright, pleased smile. "And yes, it was black, as all Tayledras. Those without much magic usually aren't completely white-haired until their late twenties, but those of us who work with the Heartstone bleach out much faster."
He quirked an eyebrow. "Hm. I have always been the coloring you see." He absently indicated himself. "It didn't occur to me there was a possibility of... bleaching by way of magic, as I've certainly never seen it."
"Have you ever tried to dye your hair?" He asked absently as he sipped at his drink.
"Dye doesn't take. Blood does, but I'm rather adverse to leaving bloodstains on myself."
"Magic bleaching. And bloodstains would get bleached out shortly after." He waved toward Vianna. "Thus why Companions are white."
:Much to the annoyance of Heralds in the past. We can't exactly be disguised.:
He blinked, looking to her. "No, blood stays as long as it takes for me to get somewhere and take a few hours to scrub it. I didn't have a chance for an entire week once and the color didn't fade even slightly."
Firesong paused, raising an eyebrow. "Now that's interesting..."
"No dyes ever take however, and I could never wear contacts." He grimaced. "I've seen the unfortunate repercussions of -that-." He touched beside his eyes. "We had to have one of the men with the medical team for a near week because he decided to try to hide the glow of his eyes by that method. They fused to his eyes."
"Contacts?" he asked curiously. "And magic - powerful magic, enough to cause ones eyes to glow like that - often doesn't take well to mundane objects."
"Contacts are like glasses that, to most, can be harmlessly place directly against the eyes. I could never wear them nor could any other SOLDIER." He grimaced. "They melt. It would be like trying to put active materia in a plastic container, it simply would not work." He ran a finger over one of the blue orbs on his wrist.
That word caused him to perk up. "Materia?" He'd heard something interesting about that...
He nodded slightly, then smirked slightly. With a name like that... He picked one of his fires and flicked the green orb to him. "Materia."
He caught it, and then his eyes went wide with pure fascination. Without saying another word, he sank himself into the spell, studying it closely and how it worked and the connection that ran from it to Sephiroth. How fascinating!
He moved over, lightly touching his shoulder in a tap. No, the man didn't get to keep it. However... Smirking slightly, he fished out Phoenix, seeing if the man would show he noticed him before he switched the materia on him.
Sephiroth's presence close by was enough to make him look up, blinking in surprise.
He quirked an eyebrow, then calmly switched the green orb with the blood red one in his other hand.
That one he didn't need to go deeply into, and he raised it thoughtfully to eye it. "A phoenix, but bound in a rather interesting way. Fascinating."
"That one was a gift of Zack's to me. He has the parent materia of this child." He ran his fingers over it. "I expect eventually he'll give me others of his summons as well." He tapped it lightly. "But phoenix I keep in junction to this." He took and put her back on his bracer, pulling the blue final attack she'd been joined with and handing it to him. "The colors have meanings. Red are summons, blue are... helpers you could say, to whatever they join. That one is effective if a person falls. I've never personally been in that situation, and with phoenix I would be fine if I was. My other blues are mostly Alls which are basically an intent that focuses the spell on all your enemies or all your allies in your reach if you chose to trigger them as well. Fire, obviously, which so fascinated you, is one of the greens. Lighter Greens are protective or healing, darker are offensive. Purples... well, they're special and take none of your power to do as they do. They just enhance you or as one Zack has, boost luck. There's also Enemy Lure and Enemy Away of course. And others. I'm fond of the one that lets a person breathe under water. And the yellows... well, those range from manipulate, to steal, to... well, mimic. I have a mimic and an enemy Skill myself." He gave him a grim smile. "Mimic lets you do something one of your allies has done without the cost. If perchance I was on the field with Zack and he cast a firaga, and I mimicked, I would be able to do the same. Enemy Skill." He hummed. "That just collects spells used against you so you may use them when you feel like it."
"And yet they all require you to have them on your person," he said, though his eyes were alight with pure fascination. "I've cast magic with nothing on me but my hair. Though that wasn't exactly something I'd want to repeat, as it was rather cold out," he mused absently, then dismissed it with a wave. "Still! It is still very interesting."
"I can cast all spells I've been in contact with without the materia, save summons. Though only greens. Yellow based events still give me fits, and working with blues, well." He fished out the Enemy Skill materia and collected his final attack to put her back in his bracer as he dropped the yellow in the man's hand.
: Before Firesong could look intently into that one, a sound came from the upper floors of the ekele. An'desha stepped out, looking down at the trio below, and then shrank back into the doorway. "S-sorry. I didn't mean to inter-"
"Not a problem at all!" Firesong positively lit up. "Please, An'desha, come down and meet Sephiroth and Vianna."
An'desha glanced at Sephiroth, then shyly headed down the steps toward them. Firesong handed his drink over to him as soon as he got close, fussing over him.
He blinked, then tilted his head to peer at this new person. "You have eyes like mine." He couldn't help the tinge of surprise.
He flinched back, one hand going to touch his temples lightly even as he looked to meet Sephiroth's eyes. There was confusion in his eyes, and a touch of wonder as well. "How...did your eyes get like that?"
Firesong was very quiet as they spoke.
"So far as I'm aware, I was born this way." He quirked his lips very slightly. "I've never seen eyes like mine before. Not even in the other two."
"I..." He paused, and then continued. "My body was stolen by a monster. He warped me...completely. The only way I look at all like this-" He stopped, holding his hands out and studying them, still expecting to find golden fur and wicked claws. "The only reason is because the Star-Eyed saw fit to bless me. And Nyara."
He considered that. "I can't say I'd like to experience something like that." He sharply repressed the whisper that indicated something he was ignoring from childhood. "But I've seen something like that happen. More through... unwillingness to be helped and trust that I would help than by an outside failing however." He shook his head. Perhaps Minerva looked on Genesis as your Star Eyed looked on you. It would explain where he got to."
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She smiled ruefully. "The last time I left the Palace was when all of the Heralds went to the Border for the last battle with Hardorn." Then she paused. "Well, no. I had that afternoon out with Jemmie and the twins a few weeks ago," she said absently. Rolan blinked at Zack, and then nodded wisely.
"Zack, allow me to intrroduce the Queen'ss Own Herrald Talia," Treyvan added, amused.
:As I said,: she said, voice highly satisfied. :I'm far better than one of your chocobos. And I can keep up my top speed for a day and a half straight if I have to.:
"For some reason Jemmie and twins doesn't sound like a trio of really hot guys or gals. Babysitting?" Then he paused and shook his head "We didn't wake you with our spar did we? We tried to keep it down." He glanced over to Seph and rolled his eyes, then looked back. "He on the whirlwind over there is Sephiroth by the way, you likely heard that by now, and he doesn't seem to be," he raised his voice and looked over that way, "getting over here to say hi for himself!" He flashed her a grin. "And, um, that's a title innit? Never been good with those."
:I'm not finding it in me to protest. Though, it appears Zack is being demanding.:
She laughed. "Jemmie's my son, and the twins - Kris and Lyra - are Selenay's. And Selenay's the Queen. I'm...hm. The position of Monarch's Own is something like a Second in Command, and something like best friend. The Herald who holds the position is Chosen by the Queen's Own Companion - recently, Rolan." She rested a hand on his shoulder.
:I imagine he does that a lot. He's right though, that's Rolan and Herald Talia. You should meet her.: With that, Vianna began an easy lope back toward the little group.
"Yeah, you have a hot guy or chick stashed somewhere though right? Which is something." He gave her an impish grin. "Ahhh, titular highness... not that I pay attention, what with me playing pretend with Wutai's Empress to be on half my actual missions." He hooked a thumb at Seph. "Don't tell him that though, he'd likely do that forehead smack think he does sometimes and I'm worried he'll hurt himself onna these days with it." He closed an eye. "I used to be a few rungs down, but I'm pretty much second in command to his General over SOLDIER."
He shook his head as he listened to Zack chatter, and yes, he hadn't realized the girl he played with was -that- girl. "You never told me you were playing clues with Nioan's daughter Zack."
"Dirk is...well. Unfortunately, he's not what most people would think of as physically attractive," she said, though it was amused. "He makes up for it in personality, though. You'll likely meet him at some point." She laughed at the comment, though. "Playing with young nobles can be the best thing for them, though. It reminds them that they're still people, and not just their titles."
"Well, when I met her I was still under -Angeal- so that makes sense." He stuck his tongue out at Seph, then looked back to the woman. "But yeah, I met her when she was, gah. six, seven? She was in a place we were bringing down and tried to sneak up on me, badly, which is good otherwise she might have been hurt, and pretended to beat me up. It was cute, so when she got my text I decided to go along with it. disconcerting as hell when I'd get to rigged treasures before her though, she'd start screaming and crying, then flee. I think she did it on purpose to see if she could make me feel bad..." He rubbed the back of his head. "Cute kid though."
"Wait. -That- child? She looks like a common ninja brat!"
She raised an eyebrow and watched the two banter back and forth, amused.
He just grinned. "Professes herself to be the greatest." He reached over and tugged on Seph. "Meet the nice high ranking lady here Seph." He prodded until the man turned to look at the woman, a wry smile on his face. "Her name is Talia. Now say hello."
Lips twitching as he refrained from something further, he inclined his head. "Hello."
"A pleasure to meet you," she said, smiling warmly and returning the nod. "I'm here entirely unofficially, by the way. This is one of the few times I actually have a chance to relax, so Rolan and I tend to get out while we can." Her eyes darted between the two of them, amused.
Vianna inclined her head in respect to Rolan absently.
He snorted softly. "I understand entirely, in the last two years my time has been hedged around rather vigorously."
Zack grimaced. "Which still wasn't your fault. And we'll pretend we don't know you then?"
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that! I mostly meant that I'm not here to be formal or anything. I get enough of it the rest of the day."
"I'll believe that when time flows backwards and things unhappen Zack." His voice was a bit crisp and he waved away the topic, much to Zack's displeasure.
"Right." He looked back to her quickly, grin flashing back quickly. "Well, in that case, we're cool. I'm not very good with that whole formal thing anyway.'
Her eyes were assessing as they rested on Sephiroth for a long moment, and then she smiled again. "How have you and Vianna been getting along?"
He relaxed slightly at that, letting himself be distracted. "She's convinced me of her superiority to my war hen."
:Of course I am.: There was distinct smug confidence in her attitude.
"I'm glad of that," Talia said warmly. "And, of course, Companions are more than just mounts." She placed one hand gently on Rolan's neck. "They're friends as well, and the sort that can be trusted with anything."
"I'll see about that in time." He glanced down to Vianna, rather certain she wouldn't be offended by his reticence. He had extremely good reasons for it.
Zack just shook his head. "I almost feel left out."
: Don't worry,: she said calmly, sending him a gentle surge of affection. :We have time.:
"Of course!" Talia's attitude was perfectly calm. Vianna's shields were fairly good, but she could certainly sense around them and get a feel of how desperately the Companion-bond was needed. Turning to Zack, her expression turned rueful. "You really shouldn't, you know." Then her eyes sparkled. "After all, Empaths like us make friends rather easily."
He snorted and waved a hand. "Don't empaths get all that emotional gunk off everyone? I don't really do that. I just pay attention." He flashed her a wide smile. "Can say it's easier when everyone talks though."
:I'm glad you agree to that.:
She kept her expression and body language exactly the same, polite cheerfulness, and then projected a wordless pulse of welcome, mischief, and reassurance.
He blinked, then -laughed-. "Ohhh, okay maybe not. My girlfriend can do that. She inspired my best Limit." He gave her an impish smile. "You're makin me wonder if any of the local'sll get under my skin that well."
She chuckled. "I can teach you shielding. You've got the rudiments, but it's a lot easier once you've got conscious control over it. And the sooner the better, really."
:Talia knows more than anyone about using Empathy purely as Empathy,: Vianna explained.
He reached over and scritched behind one of Vianna's ears with a grin before looking back to Talia. "Likely yeah. I have a lot I'm gonna end up learning round here to go with my own brand of use aren't I?"
"It's likely," she agreed. "Then again, I imagine we're going to be learning just as much from you two," she added, inclining her head to the both of them.
He grinned and laughed. "I bet. I'm curious about what kind of Limits you guys got here to be honest, or if you have em. It'll be weird if people don't have em."
"I do not believe that we have anything closse to what you have descrribed," Treyvan put in then. "The clossesst would be a mage'ss Final Sstrrike, and that iss...well, final."
"Oh no." He waved his hands. "Sure, we have -that-." He pulled a blue materia to wiggle it. "But if I ever equipped this thing it'd be slapped on my phoenix cause at least she'd make sure I didn't -die-."
:You might want to be careful, Zack,: Vianna said, amusement in her mind-voice. :The Healer representative was giving you covetous looks. I think she took off to recruit backup.: She hadn't gone with them into the
Council room, but she'd watched through Sephiroth's eyes.
He blinked and leaned into Seph, cautiously responding in kind to the Companion since he didn't see her yet. He wasn't very good at this part. :I got Seph for backup:
:Not against a cadre of determined Healers. Who are not like doctors or scientists,: she added quickly, just to have that out of the way. :They're just...well. Focused in an entirely different way than Heralds.:
:I know healers, was dating one... and crap I think I know what you mean.: He patted Seph, then gave him a sheepish grin. "You go find your gal... I think I'm gonna run now.
Unfortunately for Zack, it was a bit too late. A group of people in Greens - headed up by the Healer representative and an old man who regularly ran the Guard recruits around the practice arena - were approaching in a bee-line for Zack.
:Hopefully they'll let you go for dinner,: Vianna said cheerfully as they swept him up and carted him toward the House of Healing.
He yelped, seeing the arched eyebrow Seph was casting after him, and gave the group a sheepish smile. "Um, hi! What can I do for you guys?"
"We've heard some interesting things about how you use your Gift of Healing in conjunction with your other Gifts," the older man said calmly. "If you don't mind, we'd like to see if we can learn the how of some of it...and possibly help you develop it further."
He blinked a few times, then laughed a little. "Um, I just kinda do it. Don't really know how to set it off without someone at least pretending to throw a punch at me either. Well, outside the materia spells anyway..."
"That's one of the things that we may be able to help you with," he said cheerfully. "Many Healers start off on a purely instinctive level."
"Well, Limits tend to be a battle thing anyway so I can't say I'm shocked about it..." He looked around. "I have no idea who any of ya are by the way.'
The old man waved his hand genially. "Ah, my fault. I'm Devan, the Dean of the Healer's Collegium. With me are several of the teachers, including Breda, our representative on the Council." The woman smiled warmly.
"Hiya, Zack Fair, kidnapee."
"Well, if we'd left you there, then the mages would have gotten the both of you, and then where would we be?" Breda asked cheerfully.
"I don't think Seph has any healing limits guys." He shook his head. "They're pretty rare."
"We'll keep that in mind," Devan said as they reached the path to Healer's. "You're the one that's interesting, though."
"I gathered that from the whole abduction thing." He gave them all an amused look.
"Well, there's no time like the present to get started, hm?" Blue eyes sparkled back as Devan opened the door for him. "Unless you have somewhere else to be."
"Not that I can get to no. Still. Abducted."
She rounded the corner in time to watch Zack get carries off by the flood of Healers from the Palace to the House of Healing, then stuck her head in the doorway before it closed. Hopefully they really would let him go free before he starved to death.
Sephiroth moved over to her and pushed the door a bit more open. "Do you suppose he'll be fine?"
:Oh, probably. They are Healers, after all - they won't hurt him.: She didn't come inside just yet, glancing at him then out toward the garden. :Care to come for a walk with me? The servants tend to throw fits over hoofprints on the floors.:
He inclined his head and slipped out. "I suppose, though most stories with healers tell how vicious with weapons they could be."
:They are that, when the need arises,: she conceded, moving aside to give him room. :On a day-to-day basis, however, they usually don't go to such measures.:
He rolled a shoulder. "I've never personally dealt with any."
:I imagine you'll meet several if you spend time here, even if you do heal quickly,: she said absently. :They tend to worry.:
"Like Zack."
:Very much like, but they tend to get a little less personally acquainted except in some cases. I imagine he'll actually get along rather well with them. It's the Empathy thing.: She guided their steps toward the edge of the field.
"Being able to tell how people fare is pesky at best."
:I don't know. It could be very useful as well ,: she said airily.
"I suppose, but no less annoying."
:Would you rather know that one of your men was feeling ill despite outward appearances and send someone else in his place, or send him without knowing that and risk his abilities not being up to the required task?: She turned blue eyes on him as they walked.
He leaned in and took a deep breath. "If I was the one sending him out, I would know."
She paused, then nodded and kept walking. :I'm sorry. I forgot.:
"You'll learn to remember."
:I should certainly hope so!: she replied, but it was cheerful as they reached the gate into the Field (as opposed to just jumping the fence).
He reached to undo the gate and stepped through. "As would I."
:Well, since Zack is, ah, occupied right now, I figure that this is as good a time as any to make some introductions,: she said after a pause, stopping and turning so that he could swing himself on.
He got the hint and climbed up on her back, stroking her neck. "Fair enough,.
She cantered across the Field toward Firesong's ekele in his miniature Vale, eeling among the various groves of trees until she arrived at the appropriate one. Pausing by the entrance, she whinnied, just loud enough for the occupants to hear.
:I don't think An'desha will arrive immediately, but you'll want to meet him as well.: Faint grumbling from inside and overhead indicated where Firesong was making his way down, and Aya arrived in a flashy show, dripping false sparks from his feathers as he settled on a nearby tree branch.
He blinked slightly, then quirked an eyebrow. "Well, that bird looks a bit like a phoenix. Who am I here to meet exactly?"
:He's a firebird, Aya. Firesong's bondbird. And we're here to introduce you to Firesong,: she said serenely.
"Hm? Oh-" Silver eyes blinked a few times, and Firesong - dressed in a comparatively simple outfit, paused at the top of the stairs leading into the tree-build ekele. "...oh! Please, come in. You are one of the travelers that I have heard of? I am Firesong k'Treva, it is a distinct pleasure."
He quirked an eyebrow up at the man, then slid down off Vianna's back, gauging how high up it is.
Firesong descended the stairs with the grace that marked him, every bit the showman, with his long silver hair trailing gracefully behind him. He hadn't gotten the chance to do much with it just yet, so it flowed free for the time being. "Might I ask your names in return?" He offered both Sephiroth and Vianna a charming smile.
He inclined his head. "Sephiroth, and she is Vianna."
"Please, be welcome to my little Vale here in Valdemar," he said, sweeping his arms out and bowing gracefully.
He inclined his head slightly. "Graciously." He wasn't one for bowing himself, but was watching him.
He smiled and beckoned them further in. "Refreshments should be no great difficulty right now, and I believe that you have been meeting with the Valdamaran Council - and that could cause any man to need refreshment!" He gestured absently and with a spark of magic, and after a few seconds, a tray floated from the living rooms at the top, burdened by a pair of glasses and some light snacks, ones enjoyed by humans and Companions alike.
He moved forward at the inclination, a look of interest in how the magic was being used apparent. "I haven't seen levitation used that way."
"Hm?" He glanced up at the tray. "Ah, it's a simple enough spell. Normally I wouldn't waste magic this way, but- well. Sadly, Valdemar is severely lacking in proper amenities, and that includes the hertasi."
"Hertasi?" He quirked an eyebrow, but was still regarding the tray with speculation. "Though I have to correct myself, I have seen it used that way, just not so obviously."
"Wonderful little creatures," he sighed airily. "So helpful and useful. I really wish they were here." The tray set itself on a table, and he retrieved the two glasses, offering one to Sephiroth. "And, of course, if you get thirsty, the cold spring is perfectly clean to drink from," he added for Vianna.
He took the glass, considering the man, eyes lingering on his hair in plain curiosity. "I've never heard of them, then again, unhuman servants just don't really exist where I'm from."
"You poor thing," he sighed dramatically. "No hertasi, no Vales, no Heartstone, not even the amenities of proper hot springs. I should have stayed with k'Leysha, but then where would the world be?"
He slowly arched an eyebrow. "If I wanted a bath, it wasn't exactly difficult to get one. Hot tubs outmeasure hot springs so far as I've seen."
"You would never say that after being to a proper Tayledras Vale," he dismissed absently.
"You're overly certain of that. I've been to springs in Wutai, I prefer the hot tubs where I can manipulate the temperature and scents to my liking."
"Easy enough," he said. "But enough of this," he finally added, waving a hand. "I don't imagine that that's why your dear Companion brought you to me."
He hummed lowly. "Yes, I imagine it was for something more along the lines of introduction than argument."
:Just possibly,: she said dryly, taking the opportunity to investigate the bowl of carrot sticks. :Firesong might be able to help you figure out what brought you here. And he'll likely end up one of your magic teachers.:
"Ah, indeed," he said, satisfied. "The other mages here are quite good, I'll admit, but I outclass them by far."
"Considering how much closer I am to magic compared to most people from home." He pointedly raised an eyebrow at her so she could note the two exceptions. "And I don't care what brought me here so long as I'm not returning."
She nodded as if she'd expected that.
"Ah? Well, that will make things easier then, I suppose," he said absently. "But yes, I'm a Healing Adept as opposed to a regular mage. I deal with slightly different energies, or at least in different ways, and we tend to be more powerful than normal mages. Which, as your Companion said, will likely make me more suited to be your teacher."
He arched an eyebrow. "I suppose you would know better than I in this instance. I've always been more.... directed towards battle arts, so magic explorations have fallen well behind in importance."
"You'll get along well with the Herald-Mages, then," he said absently. "That's much of what they're training for - the battle-magics, that is."
"No, battle -arts- not magics. Materia magic is a given, of course, but anything beyond that wasn't truly considered effective or useful, and thus, discouraged." He shook his head slightly. "Of the two of us here, Zack is the one who had the time to explore that area."
He rolled his eyes. "Thus why you'll want to study battle magic." An impatient sigh.
He couldn't help the twitch of his lips. "I gathered that. I can imagine there are gains, but to what end?"
"A single mage can hold off an army on his own," he said absently. "Or destroy a country by himself." As Ancar had. "And if you're staying here, you'll need to learn it, as I doubt any enemies will be magnimonious and refrain from using it."
"Considering I already know how to do -those- things..."
He smirked then. "I doubt you know the extent of it."
"I was the main force behind destroying the last free thinking country. I had a bit of help, but I was the one put in charge of dealing with the majority of it, and Ninja are highly creative in their retaliations."
"Ninja-" and he didn't know the word, but he didn't let that show- "are not Blood Path Adepts."
"No, I don't imagine they'd like the connotations of those words to me, but they never severely wounded me either." He waved a hand. "I'm not adverse to learning, but I was made a General ten years ago for a reason. Be I agreeable to those reasons or not, they weren't without support."
"And my hair was white from magic when I was ten years old," he returned absently. "You are in a land where many people are given great responsibility and power from a young age. It is not an uncommon thing."
"I never claimed otherwise. Merely that I know my way around at least the topics you're presenting." He paused briefly. "Your hair was once another color?"
"Wonderful to know then!" He gave him a bright, pleased smile. "And yes, it was black, as all Tayledras. Those without much magic usually aren't completely white-haired until their late twenties, but those of us who work with the Heartstone bleach out much faster."
He quirked an eyebrow. "Hm. I have always been the coloring you see." He absently indicated himself. "It didn't occur to me there was a possibility of... bleaching by way of magic, as I've certainly never seen it."
"Have you ever tried to dye your hair?" He asked absently as he sipped at his drink.
"Dye doesn't take. Blood does, but I'm rather adverse to leaving bloodstains on myself."
"Magic bleaching. And bloodstains would get bleached out shortly after." He waved toward Vianna. "Thus why Companions are white."
:Much to the annoyance of Heralds in the past. We can't exactly be disguised.:
He blinked, looking to her. "No, blood stays as long as it takes for me to get somewhere and take a few hours to scrub it. I didn't have a chance for an entire week once and the color didn't fade even slightly."
Firesong paused, raising an eyebrow. "Now that's interesting..."
"No dyes ever take however, and I could never wear contacts." He grimaced. "I've seen the unfortunate repercussions of -that-." He touched beside his eyes. "We had to have one of the men with the medical team for a near week because he decided to try to hide the glow of his eyes by that method. They fused to his eyes."
"Contacts?" he asked curiously. "And magic - powerful magic, enough to cause ones eyes to glow like that - often doesn't take well to mundane objects."
"Contacts are like glasses that, to most, can be harmlessly place directly against the eyes. I could never wear them nor could any other SOLDIER." He grimaced. "They melt. It would be like trying to put active materia in a plastic container, it simply would not work." He ran a finger over one of the blue orbs on his wrist.
That word caused him to perk up. "Materia?" He'd heard something interesting about that...
He nodded slightly, then smirked slightly. With a name like that... He picked one of his fires and flicked the green orb to him. "Materia."
He caught it, and then his eyes went wide with pure fascination. Without saying another word, he sank himself into the spell, studying it closely and how it worked and the connection that ran from it to Sephiroth. How fascinating!
He moved over, lightly touching his shoulder in a tap. No, the man didn't get to keep it. However... Smirking slightly, he fished out Phoenix, seeing if the man would show he noticed him before he switched the materia on him.
Sephiroth's presence close by was enough to make him look up, blinking in surprise.
He quirked an eyebrow, then calmly switched the green orb with the blood red one in his other hand.
That one he didn't need to go deeply into, and he raised it thoughtfully to eye it. "A phoenix, but bound in a rather interesting way. Fascinating."
"That one was a gift of Zack's to me. He has the parent materia of this child." He ran his fingers over it. "I expect eventually he'll give me others of his summons as well." He tapped it lightly. "But phoenix I keep in junction to this." He took and put her back on his bracer, pulling the blue final attack she'd been joined with and handing it to him. "The colors have meanings. Red are summons, blue are... helpers you could say, to whatever they join. That one is effective if a person falls. I've never personally been in that situation, and with phoenix I would be fine if I was. My other blues are mostly Alls which are basically an intent that focuses the spell on all your enemies or all your allies in your reach if you chose to trigger them as well. Fire, obviously, which so fascinated you, is one of the greens. Lighter Greens are protective or healing, darker are offensive. Purples... well, they're special and take none of your power to do as they do. They just enhance you or as one Zack has, boost luck. There's also Enemy Lure and Enemy Away of course. And others. I'm fond of the one that lets a person breathe under water. And the yellows... well, those range from manipulate, to steal, to... well, mimic. I have a mimic and an enemy Skill myself." He gave him a grim smile. "Mimic lets you do something one of your allies has done without the cost. If perchance I was on the field with Zack and he cast a firaga, and I mimicked, I would be able to do the same. Enemy Skill." He hummed. "That just collects spells used against you so you may use them when you feel like it."
"And yet they all require you to have them on your person," he said, though his eyes were alight with pure fascination. "I've cast magic with nothing on me but my hair. Though that wasn't exactly something I'd want to repeat, as it was rather cold out," he mused absently, then dismissed it with a wave. "Still! It is still very interesting."
"I can cast all spells I've been in contact with without the materia, save summons. Though only greens. Yellow based events still give me fits, and working with blues, well." He fished out the Enemy Skill materia and collected his final attack to put her back in his bracer as he dropped the yellow in the man's hand.
: Before Firesong could look intently into that one, a sound came from the upper floors of the ekele. An'desha stepped out, looking down at the trio below, and then shrank back into the doorway. "S-sorry. I didn't mean to inter-"
"Not a problem at all!" Firesong positively lit up. "Please, An'desha, come down and meet Sephiroth and Vianna."
An'desha glanced at Sephiroth, then shyly headed down the steps toward them. Firesong handed his drink over to him as soon as he got close, fussing over him.
He blinked, then tilted his head to peer at this new person. "You have eyes like mine." He couldn't help the tinge of surprise.
He flinched back, one hand going to touch his temples lightly even as he looked to meet Sephiroth's eyes. There was confusion in his eyes, and a touch of wonder as well. "How...did your eyes get like that?"
Firesong was very quiet as they spoke.
"So far as I'm aware, I was born this way." He quirked his lips very slightly. "I've never seen eyes like mine before. Not even in the other two."
"I..." He paused, and then continued. "My body was stolen by a monster. He warped me...completely. The only way I look at all like this-" He stopped, holding his hands out and studying them, still expecting to find golden fur and wicked claws. "The only reason is because the Star-Eyed saw fit to bless me. And Nyara."
He considered that. "I can't say I'd like to experience something like that." He sharply repressed the whisper that indicated something he was ignoring from childhood. "But I've seen something like that happen. More through... unwillingness to be helped and trust that I would help than by an outside failing however." He shook his head. Perhaps Minerva looked on Genesis as your Star Eyed looked on you. It would explain where he got to."
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)We'll be sticking with one scene at a time mostly instead of the division we have here, but -that- part isn't gonna change so much It's part of why I left the colors up, I realized it was easier to tell who was who that way, if that makes sense? I'd seriously edit things around a bit for streamlining if I decided to post it out from my journal though. ::nods:: I do know the character shifts are less obvious in single scenes than the 'I have 3 scenes of people dividing' that we have in the middle here. I don't think we do that again. At least without a clearer division ::peers at the scene changes we actually show as scene changes later::
And now I've rambledOh! You mean the log part instead of the scene part? ::blinks:: And the a lot is the coming up parts. ::points forward::
We'll be sticking with one scene at a time mostly instead of the division we have here, but -that- part isn't gonna change so much It's part of why I left the colors up, I realized it was easier to tell who was who that way, if that makes sense? I'd seriously edit things around a bit for streamlining if I decided to post it out from my journal though. ::nods:: I do know the character shifts are less obvious in single scenes than the 'I have 3 scenes of people dividing' that we have in the middle here. I don't think we do that again. At least without a clearer division ::peers at the scene changes we actually show as scene changes later::
And now I've rambled
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)Zack getting kidnapped by the Healers, I can so see that happen. But, boy oh, boy, I hope that Seph is nice when the Star-Eyed makes an appearance...
(Setting is pre-Vanyel, reign of Elspeth the Peacemaker. Seph is rescued changechild Chosen on site {Hojo evil Bloodpath Mage who put demons in Vincent too} Zack is Tayledras, Summerwind, who Can't. Stay. Put. Runs away to Valdemar, Chosen when he crosses border by Companion Kunsel. Cloud is Holderkin of Lockhart Holding. Wants to be Herald. Hell, wants out of Holding! Stuff happens)Will you guys please, please stop feeding the bunnies? They're eating my brain!
Zack getting kidnapped by the Healers, I can so see that happen. But, boy oh, boy, I hope that Seph is nice when the Star-Eyed makes an appearance...
(Setting is pre-Vanyel, reign of Elspeth the Peacemaker. Seph is rescued changechild Chosen on site {Hojo evil Bloodpath Mage who put demons in Vincent too} Zack is Tayledras, Summerwind, who Can't. Stay. Put. Runs away to Valdemar, Chosen when he crosses border by Companion Kunsel. Cloud is Holderkin of Lockhart Holding. Wants to be Herald. Hell, wants out of Holding! Stuff happens)
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)<3 I'm glad you're enjoying everything.::giggles:: Of course he was chosen by his faithful stalker! ::giggling like mad::
<3 I'm glad you're enjoying everything.
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)(I was thinking of a Companion called Kaz, so that Zack/Summerwind could get his name from his Companion, then I remember Kunsel and... yeah)You. Are. Feeding. The BUNNIES!! Gah!!
(I was thinking of a Companion called Kaz, so that Zack/Summerwind could get his name from his Companion, then I remember Kunsel and... yeah)
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)(Kunselllllll)::giggles:: Of course. This is far and away not near the end of what we have done... at =all-
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