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    Kingdom Hearts: Unwritten





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    Cast

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    Rush Peterson(Recruit)--FedoraChar
    Baltaire and Frago(Apprentices)--Comatose
    Miku(Master)--Sieses
    Daisuke "Die"(Apprentice)--Sanctus
    Kokoro "Koko" Maimi and Kumori(Apprentices)--Winter
    Celeste Piper (Apprentice)--FedoraChar


    Dark

    Vanessa Garrick (Master)--FedoraChar
    Chase Owens
    (Ex-Apprentice)--FedoraChar
    Amaranth(Ex-Elder)--Sieses

    Undecided:

    Kaiden "Ghost/Spectre"(???)--Saraibre Ryu



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    5- Feel free to create characters from any fandom, so long as it makes sense, but I would ask that you refrain from using “canon” characters, and limit yourself to three or four individuals.

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    The Keyblade Guild
    Faces and Places


    Spoiler:

    The Guild is built like a series of mini castles, crafted from white marble. Circles represent towers (except for the Tree of Blessings, of course), and the left and right side of the Guild are surrounded by forest. To the north lies the Training fields, and to the South is the Journey River—which can only be crossed at the main bridge leading into the Great Hall. Down that river one can find the quiet village known as River Town, where some of the world’s non-wielder citizens live.

    The Great Hall: This is the main entrance to the Guild, just across from a bridge that spans over the Journey River. Here, one finds the ballroom and the throne-like Council Room where the Elders often work. On either wing of the Great Hall building are classrooms where both Apprentices and Recruits alike are taught. Unlike modern classrooms, these studios are wide and roomy, used for both lectures and fencing practices. Here, too, one may find the Healer’s Wing.

    The Library: Across the courtyard directly behind the Great Hall is the massive Library. Two stories tall, the entire building is dedicated to the books leading to other worlds. Most of its halls remain empty, still waiting for books to be crafted to fill their shelves. Currently, both floors in the middle section are full, while the west wing houses some non-magical books for the enjoyment of students. The Library’s solitary tower is strictly off-limits to students, being the private housing for the Elders.

    Mess Hall: Here one can find the cafeteria, food stores, kitchens, and so on. It’s one of the newer buildings in the Guild, and lacks the castle-like design of the other buildings.

    Armory: Sitting before the field students call “the Arena”, the Armory is run by—you guessed it—the Moogles. Here, weapons, armor, and such are forged for wielders young and old. The Arena is a field where students can practice sparring, though most often it is used for rivalry challenges. Other fields are cleared around the Armory, used for instructions and obstacle courses.

    Dorms and the Apprentice Halls: These buildings are the housing for the students, and look quite cathedral-like in architecture. New recruits who have yet to gain an apprenticeship reside in the dorms, while apprentices live in the halls. Rooms are assigned three students apiece. Masters who stay within the Guild live within the towers, getting much more private rooms.



    Rankings:

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    Within the Guild, wielders are separated into several different groups. New students are given the rank of a Recruit, and after becoming apprenticed to a Master they can achieve several other titles: Supporter, Locker, Seeker, Master, Keeper, or Bookbinder. The highest group is the Elders, who are basically the main staff of the Guild.

    --Recruit: The entry level. Students in this category have just been discovered by a Seeker, and are new to the ways of the Keyblade. Here, they receive education on their newfound abilities and other matters surrounding the Keyblade in a formal classroom setting. Those not experienced in swordplay are given basic training in that area.

    --Apprentice: The second level. Students in this rank have been apprenticed to a Master (who must formally ask the Elders permission to train this student), and are expected to learn how to apply their new knowledge. The Master personalizes the next level of teaching to his or her pupil, so that their inner abilities may be discovered or unlocked. After being through enough training, the pupil can go to other worlds to assist in locking the keyholes or seeking new recruits.

    --Seeker: Apprentice or Master task. Seekers, well, seek. They are sent out to search out the worlds when a new Keyblade bearer is detected by the Elders. After finding them, they are responsible for bringing the new bearer back to the Guild. Most often newly fledged Masters who have yet to take on an apprentice are given this task, though some of the oldest, most experienced Apprentices can be picked as well.

    --Master: Highest level granted by the Guild. After being examined for the Mark of Mastery by the Elders (and hopefully succeeding), these wielders get the fancy title of Master. They have been taught everything the Guild can offer about the ways of the Keyblade, and are thus able to act on their own initiative—so long as they don’t interfere with the Guild’s order. They may take on their own apprentice (they can have several at a time), or pass the key to someone they find worthy. Now and again, they might be given assignments from the Elders of the Guild to lock keyholes, seek new students, or investigate problems with darkness. A group of Masters known as Keepers stay to defend the Guild from harm, or take care of its land, or work within the Library.

    --Elder: One of the leaders of the Guild. The Elders make up a council of seven who dictate and manage the many aspects of the Guild. The oldest, wisest, and most experienced of Masters, these men and women are granted authority over the Masters who stay within the Guild. They have the last say in every matter, save it be the Bookbinder’s choices.

    --Bookbinder: Mysterious craftsmen within the Library. They are secretive and rarely seen, but it is they who create the books and choose Lockers. Bookbinders are usually Masters, and they can have apprentices, but usually they keep to themselves and their work.

    The Library
    Spoiler:

    As years passed by, the art of book-making became a well-kept secret within the Guild. Those responsible for creating those books became just as secretive—most rarely being seen by the rest of the Guild. When a new book to a new world is crafted, the bookbinder seeks out the keyblade bearer they feel is best suited for locking the world’s heart. Since they prefer to stay unanimous, most don’t actually hand the books over in person. Rather, they leave the book some place where they knew the chosen bearer will find it. On rare occasions, younger apprentices may receive a book, but the Elders never question the bookbinder’s decision (even if they don’t like it).

    After the world’s heart is secured, the book is stored in the ever-increasing Library, where they can be accessed again with special permission. Most often, it is the seekers who re-enter books, though Masters are allowed to use them as they please. Nowadays, the books are being used to investigate the spread of the Heartless by bearers of all ranks. However, it is utterly forbidden for wielders of any rank to interfere with the affairs of these worlds. Indeed, they must interact as little as possible with the inhabitants. Librarians working within the library regulate the usage of the books, though are not affiliated with the binders.

    The books’ magic activates as soon as one opens their pages. Anyone touching the book’s holder at that time joins them as they jump to another world. The world’s book itself travels with the bearer, and when the Keyblade wielder’s task is done it can transport him/her back to Everlastia. Bearers are warned to keep a close eye on their book, because if they lose it they have no way to return back.







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    Vanessa Garrick
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    The chaos was beautiful.

    All around her, the world writhed. The ground shook and splintered beneath her feet. Wind raced around her in wild gusts, blowing her long raven hair in every direction. Despite every vain attempt to set the Master off balance, Vanessa stood tall with a vicious grin upon her fair face. Above her, the sky darkened to a shade blacker than night—lacking the faintest light from the smallest of stars. Where the sun or the moon ought to be, instead smoldered an ominous red orb that radiated power Vanessa couldn’t begin to describe. Perhaps power was too great, for the world could not seem to contain it. Slowly, it was destroying itself.

    Vanessa took in a deep breath and gave a contented sigh. Today had proved to have been quite fruitful. Admittedly, she might have gone a bit too far with this world—but with the knowledge she had gained, it had been worth it. She now turned her attention to the weapon she held in her hand, examining it with satisfaction.

    Leviathan had undergone a fascinating transformation. Where once it had been colored with shades of blue, the keyblade was now entirely pitch-black. The tip curled around a glowing light almost akin to the orb glowing overhead.

    “Perfect,” Vanessa’s grin slid into a dangerous smile as she twirled the blade experimentally. “Though I have to admit: Leviathan isn’t all that fitting any more. Now what could I name you? How about… ‘Hope’s Destruction’?” The Master laughed as if she had thought of a clever irony. “That will do just fine—and I have you to thank for, my dear…”

    Her later words were directed to a duo of crumpled forms lying at her feet—one with the pale, young face of a girl no older than fifteen. She appeared to be peacefully asleep, blissfully oblivious to the destruction churning around her. Vanessa’s smile faded to a frown as she gazed at the girl. Unfortunately, she was one little mystery that remained unexplained. Why she was still here, Vanessa couldn’t guess. But either way, she could prove to be a bit of a nuisance. When they were done here, she would have to dispose of the girl.

    The figure next to the girl suddenly moaned, raising his head.

    Vanessa scowled distastefully. Speaking of nuisances…

    The young man glanced around his surroundings bleary-eyed, but seemed unable to take it in all at once. He moved his gaze from the girl beside him, to the senseless destruction around them. Slowly, realization dawned on him. He jerked his attention back to Vanessa, his expression a mix of horror and hatred. “What have you done?” he demanded.

    “A simple experimentation, which yielded fantastic results,” Vanessa’s charismatic smile returned to her face. “But unfortunately, the subjects seem beyond redemption. Too bad.”

    Shakily, the other keyblade bearer climbed to his feet. “You have a sick mind, Vanessa. I’ll see to it that you get locked away for good.”

    “Excuse me?” Vanessa opened her mouth wide, mimicking hurt. “A sick mind? Ouch! That’s just rude. I prefer the term, ‘gifted’.”

    The young man neither laughed nor said anything in reply. Hardening his expression, he summoned his weapon in a brilliant flash of light. Unexpectedly, the ground bucked beneath him and nearly knocked him off balance. Seconds later, a burst of wind buffeted them.

    Vanessa laughed, her bell-tone voice belying the madness beneath it. Placing her hand on her hip, she tilted her head at her foe. “Looks like you’re running out of time—therefore, out of choices. Either you escape with little Embry here, or you try to fight me. Either way, this world is going to fade into the darkness, and I’m going to get my way.”

    He scowled, but let his eyes drift to the world around him for a brief moment. Vanessa found pleasure in the uncertainty that crossed his expression.

    “Better make your decision quickly, boy,” she twirled Hope’s Destruction. “I don’t think this place will last much longer. And, you know, I have somewhere else I’d rather be, as beautiful as all this is.”

    For another moment of hesitance, the young man fought within himself. What was the wise thing to do? What was the right? Vanessa waited patiently, pretty sure that she knew the answer. Perhaps this would be her easiest escape yet—but on the other hand, it’d be too bad that she wouldn’t get the opportunity to try out—

    Suddenly, the young keyblade bearer lunged. Vanessa hated to admit it, but she had been caught off guard. Still, she easily deflected his blow, contorting her face in anger. How dare he! That was low! Especially for the little goodie-two-sho—

    “Stopga!” he yelled, raising his keyblade in a spell.

    Before she could deflect the magic, Vanessa felt her body stiffen up. Time fell to a standstill around her, and the Dark Master was frozen in place with an expression of envious surprise.

    The young man lowered his weapon, exhausted by this last effort. However, another rumble from the earth below him reminded him that he didn’t have much time left. The world looked ready to break apart—and his spell wouldn’t last too long, especially on someone as powerful as Vanessa. Stumbling over to the still form of the young Apprentice Embry, he searched for their one ticket home: the book. Finding it tucked in her belt, the keyblade wielder pulled her arm around the girl and dragged her over to Vanessa’s statue-like figure.

    “Hang on, Embry,” he muttered as he looped both his arm and her arm around Vanessa’s. With his single free hand, he flipped the book open and touched the pages. Instantly, the trio was transported away, seconds before the darkness finally closed in…

    *****



    Rush Peterson
    Light, Recruit
    Everlastia, Great Hall, Classroom 15B

    For the umpteenth time that hour, Rush glanced at the clock. Praises be to Arceus, class was almost over. But these last few minutes seemed to drag on into eternity. The blonde-haired fifteen-year-old tried to be as patient as possible, but he had unconsciously fallen into an old habit. Beneath his wooden desk, his foot tapped to a rapid rhythm that subtly reverberated off the white marble floors. Though his neighbors casted him annoyed glances occasionally, the teacher seemed utterly oblivious to the boy’s growing impatience. The old man continued to blab on about who knows what, dragging out every word as if trying to keep his hostages as long as possible.

    It’s not like Rush was deliberately ignoring him. He never came into this class with the intention of being rude. It’s just that… well, he had heard it all before. After five years of being in the Guild, he still had the lowly rank of Recruit. So many of his friends had moved on to becoming Apprentices and learned new things; meanwhile, he had been forced to retake classes as if he was some kind of failure. Maybe the Elders thought that he hadn’t really “soaked in” everything the Guild had to offer, but Rush sure knew all the technical aspects of by heart. Even now he could close his eyes and speak along with the teacher—maybe even mention a few things the Master left out.

    “Now the keyblade may be passed on by this method, but true inheritance will not happen until the subject shows true strength of heart,” the teacher was saying, pointing to a symbol drawn on the chalkboard. “But what shows the true measure of a heart? Well, that’s a question for the ages, one that we shall discuss in tomorrow’s lecture. For now, we shall explore how it is that true keyblade bearers are identified.”

    Just like school at home, Rush ruefully smiled to himself. Sometimes, being in the Guild felt so surreal. It was a whole new world to him, with warriors and magicians walking the halls, but in certain ways, it wasn’t too different from where he came from. He eyed the clock hanging above the door again. Like the technology back home, it had a simple face with numbers all round the boarder, and nondescript hands pointing at 12:12. In three minutes, a bell would trill to announce lunch hour, just like home. Rush couldn’t help but feel a pang of homesickness suddenly.

    “The Awakening is a Dive into the Heart,” continued the teacher. “Every wielder of the keyblade will experience this occurrence at some point in their life. Some describe it as a bizarre dream, with stained glass platforms that reflect the nature of their heart. Each symbol painted into its surface hold great significance to the heart’s owner. Connections, histories, and more… Many of you might have experienced it this way, but all of you might not be able to remember what you saw. But whatever may have happened there, you were brought face to face with yourselves. That was when you were first being examined for your worthiness… Now, many of tried, but very few managed to find their way back into this Station of Awakening—”

    Just in the nick of time, the bell interrupted the last of his sentence. As one, the students sat up and gave a collective sigh of relief. The teacher blinked, seeming startled. Quickly, his eyes darted to the clock, and he stared at it as if he had been utterly unaware of the passing of time.

    “Pity,” he frowned. “Well, we will continue where we left off tomorrow. Class dis—”

    Again, Rush didn’t have the pleasure to hear his teacher actually finish a sentence. The boy rocketed out of the classroom before anything could detain him longer.

    Outside, the halls rapidly filled with life as Rush’s fellow student flowed from various other rooms. Most were Recruits like himself, stuck with basic studies until a Master would choose them to be an Apprentice. As he waded through the crowd, Rush caught fleeting glimpses of their faces—usually belonging to someone younger than his age of fifteen. Usually, he made a point to ignore them; he would rather not have reminders of how he was one of the oldest Recruits on campus.

    Some of the crowd chose to linger in the halls, gathering in close-knit groups to chatter their lunch break away. Yet more chose as Rush did to filter their way out of the Great Hall—towards the cafeteria for some grub. Stomach growling up a storm, Rush ignored the beautiful, gothic architecture that led him from the classroom hall right into the grand entrance to the castle. The ceiling arched high overhead, with sophisticated angles and arches that hinted at an era long gone in Rush’s old world. It was fascinating how well the Keyblade Guild implemented century old ways of life with newfound technology. This made it easy for students of all background to adjust to life here.

    Kind of.

    Rush tore through vast entrance room and quickly pushed his way out the old oak doors into the lush courtyard of the Guild. Other buildings were arranged around the circular lawn. To his left, he could see the spires of the male living quarters rising up to greet the cloudless skies. The girls dorms laid directly across from them, looking similar in design, but admittedly Rush had never dared to enter those halls (it was against the merciless rules). Directly across from where he now stood, the strong walls of the Library waited, just behind the great Tree of Blessings.

    Rush stopped abruptly. A crowd of unusual size was gathered around the trunk of the Tree, staring up or pointing at the giant’s glowing boughs. The boy frowned, immediately intrigued. It wasn’t uncommon for people to hang around the Tree during lunch time, but this particular group seemed stirred about something or other. And more people were joining them all the time. Forgetting his hunger for a moment, the boy went to investigate.

    Making his way across the courtyard, he moved up the right side of the tree. The sight on the other side seemed to send an electrical jolt through him.

    The Tree of Blessings had always been an unusual sight for him. Its bark gleamed like silver, and its leaves glowed with a brilliant white light. But what he saw now deeply disturbed him. Now, a portion of those miraculous leaves simmered with darkness…

    Blacker than night…


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    Kaiden locked the door to the café early, flipping a sign on the door that was clearly visible through the pristine glass. Inside were tables in pale greens and the walls were painted in warm, earthy tones. Windows lined the front of the store, letting in natural light and having the feeling of people outside without the terrors of rainfall or piercing winds. It had only been her second day back from her travels, and here she was sighing to herself and feeling like a lapdog.

    River Town was mostly quiet, though the people who lived there were a great variety thanks to the Guild. Kaiden could see a few of them pass by and look at the ‘Closed’ sign on the door, and walk off with disappointment as she walked up the stairs to her room. The room itself had a small window and was rather sparse in furniture. There was a small, thick oak table with a pair of chairs, a desk off to the left side with an unused radio on it and a few candles. Opposite to that wall was a sofa, and to the corner of it, a side table with a bed on the other side. The only other doors were one to a bathroom and another to a closet. Shelves of books and racks of rolled up papers lined the walls between lamps and a piano with a chest next to it, was covered in ink blotted papers from top to bottom.

    Kaiden pulled her black coat from the hanger next to the door, and swung her scarf around her neck with one motion. With the other hand she flipped her hair back and adjusted the glasses on her face. Somehow she always felt this moment of smug air around her when she put them on, but it always faded quickly. She had a few glasses to choose from, most of them identical replacements, but she liked these ones the most. She made sure the lavender wraps around her arms were comfortably tight before taking a deep breath, and exhaling.

    Kaiden closed her eyes inside her room, and then opened them to find her on the other side of the bridge, leading to the Guild’s campus. Teleportation magic was useful, especially when she received urgent news from the Elder’s. Despite her special treatment, they were bound by word and oath and Kaien still had to do her job, as much as she preferred her freelancing tasks and research. Her steps were silent and she kept her eyes forward. With the time of day, she was no doubt going to run into the after school rush. She was left alone for many reasons, but she always heard the rumors and the muttering when they thought they were out of earshot. Kaiden didn’t mind it much; only when the assumptions were absolutely ridiculous did she make a point in correcting someone.

    As Kaiden came closer to the Guild grounds, she noticed a lack of a rush that she came to know as a norm whenever she was told to visit the Guild. As she got closer, the source of the confusion became a bit clearer. There was a crowd around the tree, and everyone was looking up at something. She couldn’t tell from the angle she was at, and circled around at a distance. The brightness that was always emanating from the tree as usual, there wasn’t anything unusual about-

    What is that...

    Kaiden saw, and felt the dark presence as soon as she laid eyes on it. Her pace stopped dead in its tracks, knowing why there was such a group gawking at it. If people were attracted to anything, it was disasters, but this was one that had yet to happen. The woman’s eyes narrowed on it, and then on the on looking crowd. This was going to cause a mass of panic if someone didn’t say something, and she already felt herself walking towards the tree. Her pace quickened and she brought up her right hand, snapping her fingers and vanishing for a moment.

    Kaiden appeared, standing on one of the thicket boughs of the tree with authority. Everyone was already looking up, so it was best to interrupt their line of sight rather than try to gain a new one. Even if she was only a Seeker to them, having the most enigmatic person in the Guild make a statement was going to turn some heads.

    “The matter is being investigated, and there is no cause for panic. There Master’s and Elders are working on the matter at hand.” Kaiden spoke in a calm, yet strong voice that carried. “Please return to your activities.”

    Kaiden may have lied but they didn’t know that. She may have said there was no need for panic, but there was a cause for alarm. Not many may want to listen to the Seeker who rarely showed up, but perhaps the fact she was the one saying it would get people’s attention. If the Master’s knew of this, then it was only recently, and it was no doubt the reason for why she was summoned. This wasn’t just a tree you could cut the unhealthy or half broken branch off of. This was something serious.

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    "Come on Bal!" Frago taunted as he dodged my third attack in a row, striking me with his keyblade in the calf, almost toying with me, "At least make it look like you want to beat me!"

    We had been sparring in the Eastern Side of the courtyard for the last hour and a half. Today was the day we both had no classes, and our usual sparring day. Any tricks we had picked up in the last week would be put to the test here. Last week Frago had beaten me. And so far he was doing the same. I had to stop it. I couldn't lose to someone cocky enough that he would purposely have his sparring sessions in view of the girls dormitory.

    I took a second to remember how he won last time. It was always the same. Pushing the limits of what is accepted. Honor had no place in his moral code. Just winning. I looked over my shoulder and saw a small group of female apprentices watching. They knew what a showoff he was. Time to give him a dose of his own medicine.

    Frago leapt forward, swinging his keyblade overhead with his right arm. First mistake. He left his left arm dangling. As he leapt towards me, I pulled up a pillar of earth, encasing his left arm, and pulling him to the ground. I would be surprised if that didn't dislocate his shoulder. He would definitely need to visit to infirmary, and not just for his damaged pride. His keyblade dropped and bounced away, as Frago generated a bolt of lightning, shattering the earth holding his arm in place.

    I swung at Frago fronthand. Without his Keyblade, he was forced to grab my forearm to stop the attack. With my left hand I tried something that he hadn't seen before. Using metalbending, I melted the blade of my keyblade, encasing it around his hands, holding them together, before heaving him over my shoulder and onto the ground.

    Frago hit the ground hard on his back, and before he could attempt to get up, stone bindings erupted from the ground holding him in place. The blade of my keyblade returned to its base form as I help it to his throat.

    "Okay! I yield!" Frago shouted. I let go of the bindings, and he stood up, face somewhat red, trying to avoid looking at the group of girls watching.

    "You were always told that getting too cocky would be your undoing." I said with a grin. It felt good to beat him.

    However Frago wasn't paying attention to what I had said. Typical. Instead he was focused on the Tree of Blessings. A crowd was gathering there, and it wasn't the good type of crowd.

    "What's going on?" Frago asked me. I shrugged.
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    Kokoro and Kumori
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    Everlastia, West Forest

    "Duck!" Kokoro did as she was told, however the command held slightly more meaning than that. The girl dropped to the ground in a crouch, planting her hands firmly on the ground just as another hand planted itself between her shoulder blades and she felt Kumori push off of her with learned gentleness. There was a loud clang as her friend's Keyblade slammed full force into Master Xin's. The impact reverberated though the air, and she marveled briefly at how Kumori didn't fall apart, as thin as he was, before rising to her feet and darting after him.

    "Blizzara!" She spun just in time to see a chunk of ice hurting towards them, compliments of Master Xaya, who hung at the edge of the fight, playing Xin's backup. A smile split across the girl's face--it was an old trick with an easy counter. She waited a few more seconds before launching herself forward, Truth Seeker in hand, snapping out to slam into the ice chunk.

    "Fire," she whispered resolutely. Where the chunk contacted the Keyblade, the ice exploded, and she chased it with another basic spell. "Aero."

    "Xaya, watch it!" Master Xin hissed, breaking her standoff with Kumori, to deliver a series of blows in succession. Much to her surprise, the boy passably blocked each, grunting when he took on a particularly hard blow. Master Xaya, however, didn't need her twin's warning.

    "Firaga!" she shouted, a ball of fire exploding from the tip of her Keyblade in time to melt the shards of ice that had been flung back at her. The ice wasn't the only thing she had to worry about, however, and she uttered a cry of surprise as Kokoro followed up her own attack in a flurry of whirling blue and brown. There was a sharp ring as Truth Seeker met Svalinn, and the impact trembled down Kokoro's arms as she fought to overpower one of her Masters. Over the silver webwork that made up her Keyblade, Xaya's gray eyes flashed with amusement. "Good, good," she murmured, and shoved off, breaking the contact.

    "You're not getting off that easily," Kokoro laughed, giving chase. Kumori caught the flash of Xaya's long, silver hair over her twin's shoulder, and a crazy idea seized his mind. Snapping his attention back to Xin, he blocked two more intended blows from her own Keyblade, Gram, before backing away. As Xin powered forward, grinning, he smiled back, twisting his wrist so that Glimpse of Darkness pointed downward before jerking upward.

    "What--" Pale gray eyes lit up with shock as Xin realized her Keyblade had been caught between Glimpse of Darkness' teeth and body. Her Apprentice didn't give her much more time to react before he was twisting, forcing her to release her weapon, sending Gram clattering to the ground, still hooked on Kumori's Keyblade. Kumori, however, was still in motion, reaching out to yank his Master to him, his other arm stretching out over her shoulder, reaching towards where Xaya continued to evade Kokoro. In his mind, he reached for power he'd continually felt, but never been able to use before--he had to try.

    "Thun--" he had barely gotten the word out as the power, as always, recoiled. A desperate roar filled his ears, and electricity shot through his nerves, receding to a central point in his chest. What had started as the name of a spell, thunder, ended in a choked scream.

    "Kumori!" Xin's arms were suddenly around him, supporting rather than fighting, however the shout had come from Kokoro. Truth Seeker disappeared from her hand in a shower of flower petals, and she sped towards where he hung from Xin's grasp, her opponent completely forgotten.

    "What happened?" Xaya demanded, Svalinn drifting out of existence in a shower of sparks, soft concern coloring her voice. Xin had started to lower the young man to the ground, attempting to ask him the same question, among others, herself.

    At this point, his skin and hair were almost the same color, which made him look altogether ghostly with his black hoodie. Kokoro knelt down beside him, immediately taking his closest hand in her own, worry showing in her blue eyes. "I was...so close," he whimpered, a frown slipping onto his lips.

    "Close to what?" Xaya asked joining the group and assessing her Apprentice carefully.

    "Magic, Thunder." The young man looked miserable. "I could feel it..." Kokoro squeezed his hand gently as Xin moved over, letting Xaya in.

    "Don't beat yourself up too much, Kumori, that disarm was beautiful. Nice thinking." A smile twitched at his lips as the better at magic of the two Masters attempted an Cure spell, which brought no relief.

    "You disarmed Xin?" Xaya asked, looking to her twin and raising an eyebrow. Xin nodded enthusiastically, and Xaya grinned. "Both of you did fantastically today," she started, "and you should be proud of your performance."

    "I know we certainly are," Xin chimed in. "And at this rate, you two are going to grow into a pair of Masters to be reckoned with. Xaya and I look forward to seeing the day you do. For now, though, you should get some rest--sparring is over for today." Kokoro's hand tightened around Kumori's and she practically beamed, while Kumori offered a slight smile. It was obvious he was still upset by his failed attempt at magic, though the pain in his chest had dulled to a small throbbing.

    With a sigh, he pushed himself up with his free hand, giving Kokoro time to stand with him. Xaya looked at the two worriedly. "You promise you'll go to the infirmary if it gets worse this time?" the Master asked, to which Kumori nodded. "I hope you won't need to." Kokoro avoided telling Xaya he likely wouldn't, promise or not--she had learned that long ago.

    "Thank you for sparring with us today," she said instead, still holding onto Kumori's hand. The color was creeping back into his skin, but not fast enough for her liking. "See you again tomorrow, Master Xin, Master Xaya."

    "Good day," Kumori murmured, nodding to each in turn before allowing Kokoro to pull him away from their Masters, back towards the Guild.

    Kokoro had planned to simply escort Kumori back to his room in the Apprentice halls, however those plans were dashed as they encountered a crowd in the area between the Great Hall and the Library. "The matter is being investigated..." she heard a female voice call over those of other students, but her attention scattered as Kumori was clinging to her with surprising strength and a body that shook.

    "Kumori?" she breathed, trying not to attract more attention than they already had. Aside from soft, gasping breaths, no sound left her friend's mouth. "Ku, what's wrong?"

    He could barely hear her. In his head, he was hearing whispers that slowly built into a roar as they increased in number. Whispers he recognized, and never wanted to hear again. He didn't need to see what was going on--he could feel it. "...Dark," he whimpered in reply. "It's dark, darker than black, than night, than shadows, dark, dark, dark..."

    "...Please return to your activities." As she tried to make sense of Kumori's outburst, Kokoro heard the female voice again, and bit back a laugh. Return to normal activities? That was unlikely.


    Synna Bard
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    Everlastia, Tree of Blessings


    "Hm, this is an interesting development." Synna glanced back to see Master Astrid looking at the Tree of Blessings, index finger of her right hand pressed to her bottom lip. That, Synna had learned early on, meant that she was thinking. Just what she was thinking was still a mystery to the Apprentice.

    It certainly was strange though, leaves on the Tree of Blessings turning black like that. Master Astrid had told her before that they were not the only ones who were unafraid of Darkness. Surely it was the doing of one of them.

    But the question that remained was whether they knew what they were doing, and had planned for this to happen, or they'd let the Darkness get out of hand. After all--

    "Well, that's enough disaster watching for today, come Synna," Master Astrid ordered softly. Glancing back, the Apprentice could see someone--a Master of some kind?--had appeared in the tree itself, and was trying to disperse the crowd. Knowing better than to question her Master's orders, Synna wordlessly turned and followed after her Master's bouncing brown ponytail out of the crowd. As she did, she became certain of one thing: Things were about to change.

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    It wasn't a particularly eventful day thus far, rather monotonous in fact. It was around noon. Die had just been dismissed from his class and was to be a guest Master Masamune's private residence. Though private, Die was quite familiar with it. It was a forty-by-forty foot, two-story "house," though in reality it was used mostly as a dojo. The roof was the residence's most prominent feature, being a rather tall, inward slope of kawara tiles in the shape of a pyramid curving upwards at the edges. The outside walls were painted a light beige with dark brown lining. The front and sides each featured a total of four windows, two per level, symetrically located around the middle of each side. On the back of the edifice there were two smaller rectangular windows vertical to one another towards the middle of the bottom floor. They were about seven inches tall and three feet wide, allowing those inside to peek outside but the eave surrounding the house retained the interal dimness. The eave spanned around the entire house, protruding away from the wall where the bottom and upper floors intersected, making the levels distinguishable from the outside. The walls were typical shōji, room dividers made of translucent paper covering a lattice of wood. Circumscribing the outside in tandem with the eave was a bamboo veranda which functioned as the hallway and made the building almost at one with nature.

    Supporting the entire premises, including the protective gate surrounding Masamune's property, was a sixty foot tall monolith patched with grass at the top erected by his earth magic. A stony path spiraled alongside it and kudzu covering its side, though there were many places where it had been cleared. Die's custom was to spice up a hum-drum walk by parkouring, and he'd challenge himself to clear the kudzu with his keyblade while doing it. If nothing else, this volunteer landscaping somewhat redeemed his often unpredictable appearances.

    But nothing positive can be said of what was about to become of today's visit. At first Die was just appearing for lunch, growing weary of the cafeteria food and longing for something with more sustenance. But an intended lunch had morphed into Die ransacking the Master's private quarters. Masamune was absent and Ayame, who Die sometimes playfully referred to as "the waitress," or some other demeaning feminine title, allowed him in the quarters for a meal. Fortune would have it, or depending on your perspective, Mespyerian the daughter of Hades and goddess of torture would have it, that Die would have left his armlet in his dorm today. Knowing that Masamune had a spare, Die made his way upstairs to look for his armory and borrow his. Ayame being just a visitor with no authority over the house and seeing no harm in him borrowing the Master's neglected equipment made no protest.

    Die found nothing initially in the armory and thus was going through the Master's dresser which was cluttered with a bunch of disorganized items, some relevant to combat and others not. Discontented with simply moving things aside, he felt the need to empty each dresser and toss the contents behind him as he let loose gutteral growls, complaining of the Master's organization, though his room dressers were the only exception to his characteristic neatness. The household mutt, Aki, usually quite fond of Die, had been locked away in his cage opposite the room from Die as an act of discipline and was yelping loudly in order to alert the absent Masamune of the "trouble."

    "What's this?" sounded the young man's baritone voice as he emptied the contents of the last dresser.

    He felt around and discovered a false bottom.

    "You may be a washed up old gaffer, but surely you know better. Why have you made this too easy to find?" he pondered, as he gathered up a sheet of paper with a passcode on it.

    Die peered up towards the locked closet in the room which had been secured digitally. He made his way to the door, feet occasionally scraping against the tatami mats. Die started twisting the fringes of his parted black fringes, pondering his course of action for a moment.

    "I could get into this anytime I wanted with the Keyblade, but now that I have a password suddenly it's irresistible," he mused aloud.

    Raising his right arm, he entered the code, following which the door automatically began to open. In the twinkle of an eye, as it inched everso slightly, an unexpected noise like a wind could be heard.

    "Worth i--," Die couldn't even finish his sentence before an impact quite unlike anything he had felt before jarred him so hard he was sent soaring across the room, crashing into the wall.

    He wasn't sure where he had been hit, he just knew his... well everything hurt. Aki's pestiferous yelping had turned into an acheful cry, as he shrinked to the back of the cage horrified by the sight. A womanly shriek could be heard from downstairs, but Die's daze kept him from taking notice. He rather quickly gathered himself as if for dear life, coming up first to his right hand and knee, then he pushed himself upward and tried to come to his feet, but he lost his balance and fell diagonally towards the right, catching himself on his right fist and knee. He chuckled. He couldn't know for certain what had done this, but he had an idea.

    "Yeah. I know I deserved that," he uttered. The words were probably much clearer in his head than they were coming out of his mouth.

    After a few seconds of breathing, he slowly inched his way over to Aki's barred cage, placing himself before it with legs crossed. He opened the cage and reached into it, clasping Aki on both sides with his gloved hands, and brought him into his lap, patting him reassuringly. Aki let out a small bark as if to feel Die's pain. They looked one another in the face, Die having a self-confident, but still fazed smirk on his.

    "You're the smartest one here," he said to the mutt, as if to chasten himself in penance, though aware he wouldn't earn the Master's favor by such self-inflicted stripes.

    As time elapsed his senses too returned; first the smell of smoke coming to him and secondly the sound of flustered footsteps approaching towards him up the stairs.

    The door swung open and yet another womanly shriek was heard.

    "What happened here!?"

    The young Ayame stepped in. Her ordinarily bright, kind face overtaken by anxiety at the moment.

    "Ah, the voice of the angels... They sound like choral altos attempting opera!"

    Ayame had no time for his droll humor. She was concerned, first that there hadn't been a murder, and second with the giant stone fist protruding out of what was once the closet of Masamune Sensei's bedroom. Getting the hint that Die was going to be okay, however, her focus became more fixed on the fist.

    "How in the world did this happen?"

    "My guess is Masamune Sensei put a spell on that locked door over there so that Daidarabotchi would punch whoever opened it," referring to the giant stone samurai with a sealed spirit inside it that did Masamune's bidding.

    "How are we going to explain to the Master that we put this hole in his wall?" Ayame felt partly to blame for having permitted Die to snoop without contesting him.

    "Look, it's not a big deal. I went looking for some lackluster gear and I happened to find a tempting passcode. I can put all of his stuff back where it belongs and I'll help him patch up this hole in the wall. I'll take all the blame and punishment. No biggie," he asserted with conviction.

    He sat the dog on the ground and rose to his feet, dusting himself off. All curiousity concerning the closet had been shaken, but his pride remained intact. The young, light brown haired maiden took his attention.

    "Oaf! I need medical attention! Don't let me die like this!" he yelped overdramatically with his eyes closed, Aki playfully joining his voice to Die's.

    Ayame stretched her hand out, materialized her Keyblade, and cast curaga on Die, enshrouding him in a bright light with many other lesser lights in the form of petals floating around him. He received all of his strength back and felt completely refreshed.

    "I'd love to stay and help you devour whatever you burned downstairs, but at this point, I'd probably better just head back to school. You take care of yourself. I'll leave a confession downstairs for Masamune in case I don't see him before he returns. You okay with that?"

    Ayame nodded and sent him on his way, casting hastega on him to make his commute quicker. Die traversed the northwestern wood back to the Guild in a hurry. Usually the sound of rustling students chattering on their way to classes greeted him, but this time the mood was quite different. There was no laughter or lively banter, but a noisy commotion. There was a large, bewildered crowd gathering around the Tree of Blessing located at the center of the Keyblade Guild. The tree's once brilliant glow which had without words but visibly promised peace and certainty for the efforts of those aligned with the Light had taken an ominous look of gloom and misfortune. What's more, an elusive Keywielder assured them there was no cause to panic and directed them back to their ordinary activities.

    "True," Die thought, "there are plenty of potent Keybearers here, there's no cause to panic. Still, that tree says there's cause for concern."
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    Baltiaire provided no answer as to what was happening at the tree, and standing around for a few minutes watching proved to be useless.

    "I'm going to go the infirmary and get this patched up," I said, using my chin to gesture at my dislocated shoulder. "I guess I will see you when I see you."

    Baltiaire nodded, and made his way to wherever he goes after this. Usually he is the one that ends up needing the infirmary, so I had no idea what he does on the odd occasion he does beat me.

    "Hey!" I yelled to him, "Aren't you going to be a good sport and shake my hand?"

    Baltiaire turned around, looking surprised. We had never shook hands before after finishing a session. He extended his right hand. Big mistake.

    I generated a tiny shock of electricity, which Baltiaire jumped back from the moment he felt it. He was not happy.

    "If you like cheap shots..." he said. Suddenly I felt the ring on my finger squeeze. When I thought it couldn't squeeze any more it continued. Damn metalbenders. "You might want to get Celeste (@FedoraChar) to look at that, before the lack of circulation does damage. And tell her I said hi, right after you tell her I beat you to a pulp."

    Baltiaire left, laughing to himself, as I walked towards the infirmary.

    When I arrived, I was relieved to see that there weren't too many people. Not as many people would know about Baltiaire's sheer luck, and he wasn't the type to brag about it to anyone but me. That and less people meant less waiting time and less chance of me losing my finger.

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    Rush tried to shoulder his way closer to the Tree, wanting to see if his eyes were tricking him. His short stature, however, worked against him. No one budged to let the kid through; they merely brushed him aside and murmured amongst themselves.

    “The matter is being investigated, and there is no cause for panic,” one voice rose above the buzzing of the crowd. Rush stepped away, trying to catch a glimpse of the speaker. He caught a glimpse of someone—a woman, perhaps?—had climbed up into the branches of the Tree. …Was that allowed?

    “There Masters and Elders are working on the matter at hand,” the speaker continued. “Please return to your activities.”

    Rather than calm the crowds, her words seemed to only stir more murmurs. Rush heard people asking each other who the speaker was—some even looked ready to challenge her authority. Glancing back, he couldn’t say he recognized her. Was she even a Master?

    “As she says,” another voice spoke up, deep and rumbling with authority. Heads turned, and the crowd parted to allow a group of black-cloaked keybladers led by a silver-haired man. Rush recognized him immediately: Theron, one of the Elders. He was the picture of what Rush imagined a king to be like—solid, proud, and regal—carrying with him an air of command that demanded respect. Theron wasn’t known for being the kindest of the Elders, but he was fair. Something about him today seemed… different. He looked weighed down, weary…

    “Be assured, the Council is indeed looking into this matter. As of yet, we have no answers for you, but I must ask that you please leave the immediate vicinity of the Tree of Blessings. Until we get to the bottom of this incident, this area will be off-limits to students. Lunch is still being served in the Mess Hall, and classes are to continue as normal. Apprentices, please send the message on to all available Masters that a mandatory trial will be held this afternoon following the lunch hour. As an added security, no one will be allowed to check out World Books until otherwise determined by the Council. That will be all—you are dismissed.”

    The crowd lingered for a moment, letting the commands slowly sink in. Eventually, the black-cloaks stepped in, prompting those closest to the tree to vacate. No one dared to object—the black-cloaks were essentially the Secret Service of the Elders, elite Masters who did their bidding. With hushed muttering, the body of observers dispersed.

    Rush stayed where he was for a moment, watching as other students brushed past. He glanced through their faces, trying to find a familiar one. He couldn’t leave just yet—he was supposed to meet someone here, by the tree, just like he did every day. She hadn’t been around the past few days, of course, but that’s because she was on a mission. She should be done soon… missions usually didn’t take this long…

    “What does this all mean?” Rush muttered, shaking his head.

    Glancing back up, he noticed them—a boy and a girl who had been watching the proceedings. Yet the boy was clinging to the girl, looking like he had seen a ghost. They were older than him, Rush was sure, but he still felt concern for them. Maybe he should just mind his own business, then again… that wasn’t what a Ranger would do.

    He sighed inwardly, wondering why he even thought that. It wasn’t like he could be one anymore…

    Regardless, he walked over to the duo and said, “Um… hey. Is everything alright?”


    *****

    Theron kept his gaze forward at the departing students as he spoke to Kaiden, saying in a neutral tone, “You may step down from the Tree, now.”

    *****



    Celeste Piper
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    Everlastia, Healer’s Wing/Infirmary
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    “Focus, Celeste! You are not concentrating hard enough!”

    Celeste scowled, her back turned to her impatient Master. As if the spell wasn’t hard enough on its own; Siros just had to hang over her shoulder, ‘observing’ every mistake she made (and he caused). Celeste knew that if he had his druthers, he’d be doing everything himself. In his mind, the only proper way was his way. However stupid and inconvenient it might be in other’s minds…

    As tempted as she was to snap back a retort, she focused the center of her attention on the dummy. Master Siros had imbued it with magic for this lesson, and its featureless face pulsed with blue light. The Apprentice was supposed to be practicing the advanced “Curaga” spell on it, but so far she had had little success. She was amazed by the amount of energy it took, and yet she had seen her Master and several other Healers effortlessly use it on their patients.

    But if they can do it, so can I, Celeste bolstered her confidence.

    Eyebrows meeting together, she again concentrated on the dummy and raised her keyblade. The weapon hummed as she reached for the hidden power within her, the magic that could bend reality however she wished. Channeling that power through Hopeful Heart, she shouted the words that would sharpen her focus: “Curaga!”

    A halo of green light appeared over the dummy’s head, looking similar in shape to a closed flower bud. For a second, it trembled in midair, refusing to spread its fragile petals.

    “Stay with it…,” Master Siros urged, sounding almost pleased (if such a thing was possible with him). “Keep going…”

    “I’m… trying…,” Celeste growled back in a strained voice. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her face as she labored to keep the faint flower in existence. She met incredible resistance, either from the lack of her own abilities, or from the force of reality refusing to budge. Bit by bit, however, the petals were slowly twitching open…

    “You’re doing well, keep going!” her teacher continued to encourage, eyeing the flower intently.

    The doors flung open with shattering force, abruptly ending their magic lesson. Her concentration broken for that small instance, Celeste watched in dismay as the Curaga flower faded out of existence…

    Master Siros spun on the culprit with a howl of rage, scaring the poor, intruding apprentice senseless. Celeste couldn’t help but feel sorry for her, despite ruining her spell. “WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!”

    The apprentice—of one of Siros’ colleagues—seemed to sink into the floor several inches. “S-sorry,” she squeaked. “M-My M-master w-wanted to…”

    “Can’t you see I’m busy at the moment?”

    “S-she s-s-said i-it’s…”

    “Stop blathering, you ignoramus! What does Kat want?”

    “Urgent!” she squeaked out. “She wants to see you right away!”

    As soon as she finished speaking, the apprentice retreated back out the door and out of sight with an incredible burst of speed. Celeste blinked, wondering if she had ever actually been there at the door.

    Siros sighed, rubbing at his temples furiously. “There better be a good explanation for all this… Celeste!”

    “Yes, sir?” she panted, still recovering from the bit of effort it took to cast the Curaga spell.

    “We will pick up on this lesson another time. Keep an eye on the infirmary whilst I’m away.”

    “Got it,” she grumbled back, dismissing her Keyblade. Siros cleared his throat, looking at her meaningfully. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she said with more force, “Yes, sir.”

    “Very good. Dismissed.”

    He said dismissed, although he was the one to leave the office first. After he was gone, Celeste let out the weary groan she had been holding back. Honestly, she couldn’t wait until this apprenticeship was over. Striding out into the infirmary, she glanced over the subjects in their care—though stopped once she realized someone new had entered.

    Or not so new. Celeste studied the black-haired young man drifting through the infirmary, trying to discern which of the twins it was. She scowled when she thought she knew. Frago carried himself much differently than Baltaire, which she could tell even from a distance. Great. Why did she have to deal with him so soon after dealing with Master Siros? Still… her scowl turned into a smirk, realizing what this meant.

    Striding up to the young man, she taunted, “Lost today, eh?”


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    "I was hoping I would pass for him." I said with a sly grin, "Though that is pretty hard, being the better looking of the two of us."

    *Insert groan from Celeste*
    I made my way to the nearest seat, and winced as I took off my shirt, exposing the dislocated shoulder.

    "He somehow managed to pull my arm out of its socket." I said, "He also said to say hi. And to take a look at this."

    I extended my hand to show the ring that he had squeezed around my finger. It was turning a nasty shade of purple.

    "He was enough of a pain before he learnt to metalbend..."

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    The lack of an immediate dispersal didn’t surprise Kaiden. In fact some of the looks on people’s faces seemed to want to fight back. She magically appeared in a tree and told everyone to shove off in the nicest way possible. Of course someone was going to try and tell her otherwise. Soon enough, familiar voices perked her attention elsewhere. The black coats of those ever so in charge of everything, and faces she was all too familiar with. Kaiden didn’t move from her spot on the branch, she only looked at Theron. Theron was someone Kaiden didn’t particularly like, but she didn’t dislike him either. He was on her list of beings that defined as ‘tolerable’ as did most people in the Guild. Well, to be perfectly correct, Theron to her was a ‘likeable work acquaintance’, so perhaps he was above tolerable. She couldn’t help but feel a bit of relief when Theron spoke the words ‘As she says’. If Kaiden had an ego, it would be inflating by this point. Why he looked so tired though, was a reason to raise a bit of an eyebrow at him.

    As he spoke to the crowd, Kaiden remained. These coats often didn’t come out on the grounds as far as she could remember, so this had to have been something serious. It was only the middle of the day as well. Kaiden listened passively while looking around the crowd, trying to see if anyone looked suspicious. Even in the tree she had sharp eyes, though not knowing a lot of the faces, it was difficult to tell. As specific words hit her ears, Kaiden had to keep her neutral composure for a moment, waiting for the crowds to leave before she had enough space to jump down. Not simply step. Landing on both of her feet, she dusted herself off as she stood up straight.

    “Step down… Thankfully you weren’t in charge of designing the Hall stairs.” Kaiden told him in an equally neutral tone.

    Of course they want all Master’s to attend. Was that was the letter was for? Did they not remember my own Master’s final request before she passed on? Then again, Theron isn’t a fool… does it have to do with his fatigue? He rarely addresses me, even in general…

    Kaiden’s thoughts stopped for a moment. There was a courtroom there in the Hall, but she wasn’t going to immediately just walk in. It wasn’t immediate and Theron was one of the select few that knew… wel, just knew. She hadn’t visited in months, though everything was all the same. She knew she still had her old room to check, as it was no doubt kept tidy thanks to her one Moogle friend in the Armory, Alabaster. Perhaps she should pay Alabaster a visit, maybe he had an idea to what was going on. Theron had a look on his face though, Kaiden could tell.

    First a request back, now the Tree… clearly something is going on. There are plenty of other Master’s, but why do we need all of them? Who is causing a problem? Did someone try to cause a mutiny?


    Kaiden began to slowly walk towards the Armory, wanting to visit Alabster who had her old room key. She had a feeling she was going to be sticking around for a lot longer than a few hours. She walked slowly enough for Theron to easily catch up if he wanted a conversation. She knew he wanted one.

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