Ishikawa Yuuki

[Yūki]

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Ishikawa Yūki;

:: The Forsaken Princess ::

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Basics ◉◉◉

ALIAS / NICKNAMES;
Yū-chan :: Childhood Nickname.
Hime-sama :: Former Title.
Takishida Yūki :: Former Name.

AGE;
Twenty-two years of age.

BIRTHDATE;
30th October.

RACE;
Human :: Minor Spellcaster

HOMELAND;
Japan.

SOCIAL STATUS;
Royalty :: Exiled Princess.

OCCUPATION;
Odd Jobs (here&there)

THEMES;

:: Past Promises ::
:: The Memories ::
:: To Miyabi ::

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Personal ◉◉◉

GENERAL APPEARANCE

when the angels begin to sing,
that's when imagination outweighs reality.

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its not that simple;

she really isn't capable of showing what she really feels - the court procedures that strangled her day-to-day life calls for a visage of complete lack of emotion, regardless of internal turmoil or anything of the like. that's not to say that she's selfish and nasty; her eyes can usually portray the base necessities of her mind. she's capable of smiling, but it would be a slight twitch of the lips, and maybe a tilt of the head in recognition to one's behavior. because of this habitual restraint in overt feelings, it's difficult to tell whether she's angry or sad, as both could be taken as the same thing. nevertheless, she believes actions speak louder than words, and so tries to show companions the full extent of gratitude or disapproval with body language.

and i wont tell if you dont;

her eyes would probably be, literally, the most expressive feature Yūki possesses. it's also part of the reason why she was dismissed from the royal family in the first place. thin, shapely eyebrows rise above a neutral gaze, giving her a serene appearance. both eyes are swirling, sanguine orbs as its cardinal hue with opaline tints around the edges. in Japanese culture, red is the color for expelling demons and illness, and is also closely associated with a few deities in Shinto and Buddhist traditions. however, despite the fact that many would also believe the color to be closely related to heroic figures, scarlet as an eye color did not bode well for the royal family.

crimson delicacy;

with the burgundy tinge of her eyes, her parents were already concerned for the future of their throne. not the daughter herself, but because Yūki was an only child at the time, she was also their lone heir. when her hair started to take on an unnatural, brownish tinge, their Royal Highness' were a tad displeased with the way things were going, but even then, brunette was not an uncommon color for hair to be. it was only when it started to lighten in color, darkening at the very tips, when Yūki's parents became very concerned and displeased. at certain angles, thin strands of dark red can be spotted amongst the lighter brown tresses. it's difficult to decide what color her hair would actually be, tilting here and there between deep copper and the flashes of burnished vermilion. the soft ends of her hair brush just below her waist and hips, while her bangs are swept carefully to the side with a few strands framing her face.

as a china doll;

her skin is lightly tanned; bordering on pale, but edges a few inches away from that line. she is susceptible to blazing sunlight, and can burn quite badly as a result of extended outdoor activities. her fingers are long and slender, with gentle nails while her legs are longer still. she's fairly tall for a pure Japanese female, but holds simple grace and elegance in her movements. it's also painfully obvious that Yūki is not familiar with the concept of 'exercise'. her legs would allow only walking as its fastest pace; any more would equal a very unhappy woman. her slim arms, holding no apparent muscle, and the smooth expanse of her flat stomach means one thing - a high metabolism, and a healthy diet. unfortunately, because of her habit to shun physical fitness from her life, Yūki gets sick from one illness or another at least once a fortnight.

HEIGHT:
5"51' [168cm]

WEIGHT:
114lbs [52kg][/color]

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PERSONALITY

hark, hear the howl;
that eats the moon alive.

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old habits die hard;

strictly speaking externally, she holds herself in an aloof manner, with a somewhat untouchable aura radiating off her person. as she was taught, she wasn't to show any sign of hesitation or weakness in the face of others, regardless of relationship or true thoughts. to lie their way through the courts was normal for the nobles occupying her ex-abode, which is why Yūki perceives others with ulterior motives at all times. a second skin to her now, she treats everyone with equal scrutiny and suspicion, leaving it fairly difficult to earn her trust and honest friendship.

...but instincts die harder;

as expected of a proper lady's actions, she's polite and tries not to show her internal inspections of others at first glance. though she doesn't care for what others think of her, she still tries to give people the right first impression; purely for ethics sake. Yūki doesn't mind company, and sometimes welcomes it, but she has long since accepted herself as an outsider. not because she downgrades herself, but because others do it for her - her immediate family, relatives, even the jesters and jokers. she can only ever remember one friend from childhood, and while the memories were sweet, the ending was not. this directly ties into her inability to make close friends for fear of getting too attached, only to be pushed into the mud once again.

tragedy&humor;

even if she avoids commitment of any forms like the plague, that doesn't mean she isn't capable of having fun and letting out a few laughs here and there. the things that amuse her most are overly dramatic scenes, and while the simple things also catch her attention, it's the bright, oddly shaped objects that hold it. she's highly prone to distraction in various forms, be it a curious figure or a rare species of bug. Yūki doesn't show much interest in other people, however, but that's mostly because she tries to hide it. you'll know by the sharp, quick flicks of her gaze and the many questions she'll pose at you. if you don't interest her, then she'll tend to act overly polite - so much that it would seem rude to certain beings.

treading on thin waters;

being who she is, Yūki gets a bit emotional over certain topics, and if you know her history, you'll be able to figure it out. she won't lash out at you for bringing it up, but it will be dreadfully obvious when you've touched upon a particularly sensitive area in her life. but because of her inability to burden others with her thoughts and feelings, and not even able to show it, she bottles everything up inside. her neutral nature would fool many into believing that nothing is wrong with her, but there is always something simmering below the surface. unlike most tempers, hers doesn't explode with savage retribution, but places immense pressure on even little daily activities. this, coupled with her also week-to-week sicknesses, Yūki has a very bad habit of collapsing and fainting at any random time.

even if you havent;

Yūki's a pretty modest person by default; her nature to keep things to herself, and dislike for limelight presses back all forms of boasting and gloating. if asked a question that doesn't pertain to the unofficial "Never Mention" list, she'll more than likely answer. however, she'll answer with complete sincerity - never boosting herself up, and never pressing herself down. she values her identity as it is now, however flimsy it seems, and won't be persuaded to think otherwise. though Yūki doesn't flaunt her ex-status (because it's a little embarrassing, if you think about it), but it would be difficult to see her as a simple commoner; by the way she acts, and holds herself around people, if anything.

when the dirt runs red;

she absolutely detests violence of any sort. a calm person from birth, and after a clichéd traumatic history, she was put off from inflicting physical pain on anyone who didn't ask for it. playful taps on the arm, and maybe a slight pinch here and there, but never a flying kick. besides, she's not capable of such feats anyway. she gets a bit sick at the sight of gushing blood, and has instant doubt for bullies and men who think they can show off their strength. Women too, but she hasn't seen many vicious ones around nowadays. there are a few things she believes in that can justify wounding someone - self-defense, for one. protecting someone, for another. however, you'll never see her raging and shoving knives into people out of the blue.

LIKES;

• Plays.
  
• Solitude.
  
• Fruit Salad.
  
• Unusual objects.
  
• Intellectual company.
  
• Winter.
  
• Nighttime.

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DISLIKES;

• Attention.
  
• Stereotyping.
  
• Temperatures above 30 degrees.
  
• Large crowds.
  
• Exercise.
  
• Bloodshed.
  
• Conflict/War.

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HOBBIES;

• Reading.
  
• Moonlight walks.
  
• Shopping for knick-knacks.
  
• Singing (when she thinks no-one's watching)

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The Mind ◉◉◉

SPECIAL SKILLS;

Masquerade;

She's exceptionally skilled at creating masks for herself - the metaphorical ones, obviously. Due to so many past experiences, she's had many years to hone her abilities and pretense. However, unlike many, Yūki hasn't lost sight of who she really is; she just makes other people think she has. Although, this shouldn't really be considered as a special skill, since it's neither consciously executed, nor intentional at times.

Linguist;

Being part of a harsh educational system in the court, she was given multiple lessons in bettering her mental capacity. She was taught mathematics, tea ceremonies and the family history. In addition to this, she also learned how to speak English, Norwegian, Mandarin and of course, Japanese. However, she is only fluent in English and Japanese, with tinges of an accent when vocalizing the former.

WEAPONS;
n/a


MAGICAL ABILITIES;

Defensive;

Name: Unknown.
Type: Defensive.
Duration: 5 ~ 20 seconds.

Range:

This can be used on herself, or on others within mental reach. If she's healthy, the distance and durability increases. Her state of mind (emotions, thoughts, etc.) will also effect the range and capabilities.

Limit:

Held until it breaks, or if her mental energy runs out. The limit can be pushed to about ten seconds greater, if she stretches herself to the limit. In doing so would leave her exhausted for the better part of the day.

Description:

A simple barrier concept; conducted by tapping into the main magic source in one's body and directing the flow through the arm and into the fingertips. The user can then project a clear barrier to deflect incoming projectiles or attacks. A strong barrier can guard against a fierce attack, although it can only hold up against one of those. Weaker hits would need consecutive attacks to break the barrier. The guard is like one sheet of glass; appearing only where the user is faced, and doesn't barricade the back.

Neutral;

Enhanced Healing:

Any and all minor wounds would be healed with half the time normally taken to recover. However, she needs to be asleep for this to take effect, and would be ineffective to larger wounds sustained. She cannot regenerate lost limbs, and broken bones would take the expected time to heal.

Blueprints:

She can force her thoughts on other people by concentrating her mind on their image. They must be in view, however, though the range would be if Yūki has a clear look of their face. Primarily, this is used for secret contact but it is definitely not the same as telepathy. But because Yūki doesn't practice her skills very often, if she tries to use this ability, it would more often than not go haywire. This would cause an overload in the target's mind, sometimes causing delirious thoughts and actions to exist.

Offensive;

Name: Unknown.
Type: Offensive/Mental.
Duration: 5 ~ 10 seconds.

Range:

This can only be used if the user is within touching distance of the target, while the success rate would be boosted depending on the distance. The closer the target is, the higher percentage of success.

Limit:

If held for 20 seconds or more, the user would be severely drained of any and all mental capacity themselves - above 30 seconds, and it could cause brain trauma.

Description:

A small stab of mental energy is used to penetrate the target's mind - the slower it is, the less likely it is for it to be picked up. It can be interrupted if the target moves away, but the user can easily remedy this by pushing the spike quickly. It causes a horrendously painful migraine at the back of one's skull, usually rendering the target motionless from the effect (however, strong willed targets can break free from it). Younger targets, or those with half-developed minds could be susceptible to death, though it's a borderline impossible occurrence.

note; because she doesn't like conflict, Yūki barely touches upon the offensive skills, hence why her attacking skills are basically untapped. she's only ever used one of her abilities to hurt someone in her life, and after that she has sworn off any sort of violence, physical or mental.

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The History ◉◉◉

FAMILY;
Takishida Hitoshi :: Father
Takishida Chiaki :: Mother
Takishida Hikari :: Sister

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BACKGROUND;

story of a broken heart;
stay with me, don't let me go.

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Scroll I - reBirth&Death; Born into a family of Japanese royals, Yūki's life was carved and weaved and pruned for her, the minute she came into being. Even before her eyes had seen the light of day and the ink of dark, she was destined to be married - even before her gender was known, the royal family had suitable suitors from neighboring kingdoms, who were also expecting children. So it was of no matter if the child was a female or male - the throne would be secured, and their Royal Highness' were satisfied that they could leave this world without fear. Being pressured into acting like a lady all the time, Yūki was often seen as a spoiled, yet sullen child. At the age of 5, she was told to slurp her soup, while learning to have a firm handle on the Japanese language. She was also taught to speak various other languages - "Just in case." - and Yūki being partially terrified of her father's bad moods, agreed without a whisper of complaint. Her childhood was a lonely one, with the servants being stereotypically afraid of the higher classes. There was one though, the daughter of a noble, who decided it would be fun to pour water all over the unsuspecting Royal Head. It was only later, when a gathering occurred, that Yūki saw the girl again (whom she noted, with a small smile, looked positively aghast). As it was, she didn't know who the Young Lady really represented, and approached her at a later date to apologize. Yūki reassured her that she had told her parents she had fallen into the fountain. "With your clothes on?" "With my clothes on." Names were exchanged (the other girl asked simply for courtesy's sake), and introduced herself as Yoruno Miyabi. They quickly became friends, and Miyabi immediately forgot about Yūki's status as the heiress to the kingdom. Their silly antics and escapes into the garden continued, up until Yūki's thirteenth birthday. Unacknowledged to both of them, Yūki's parents were already becoming rapidly concerned for the Princess' dark scarlet eyes and unusual hair. Even more so, they were worried about the influence Miyabi would have on the growing Princess. They had been discussing it for years on end, at loss for the odd turn of circumstances. They decided to keep a close eye on Yūki, restricting her already restricted freedom even further. Extending the lessons into the night, the heiress found herself Miyabi-less through weeks on end. Her birthday itself was celebrated with a few close relatives only, but Yūki being Yūki, she didn't question her parents' decision, and was left to think to herself. She didn't know what she had done to warrant this treatment - or what she was about to do. She had tried asking around, but they could offer no explanations that would satisfy the young Princess. This continued for about two more years, until one day, Yūki decided that something must be done. She had only contacted her only close friend a few times during those years, and even then it had only been in the passing. Fortunately, she had reassured Miyabi that it was through no fault of her own that she had been held back. Her friend had offered a solution, and Yūki decided, after months of debating, that it was the best option. So that was when the secret meetings began. Scroll II - Every Me, Every You; Every few days, she'd sneak out of her room to sit with her friend in the gardens. Sometimes they'd talk, sometimes they would just sit in perpetual silence. Yūki didn't really know what it was about her friend, but she was the epitome of calm. Not in the literal sense - Miyabi had the temper of a storm, but whenever she was near, the Princess always felt at ease. "You aren't gonna leave m- the courts, right?" "Hm? Why?" "I don't know. Just, a feeling?" "Don't be silly - I won't leave you!" But the future was never set in stone. She would always remember the light chuckle that reverberated from the other girl's warm body, and the way Miyabi's hand held on just a bit tighter. As if their positions had been reversed - as if Yūki was the one who would leave, but the noble daughter was a strong girl, and strong girls never cry. When Yūki turned sixteen, her life took a down-curve. All the worries came rushing back consecutively, just in tune to the pounding headaches and restless dreams. Instinctively, the first thing that came to her was to ignore it, because that's what people did, right? To intentionally make someone you care about worry was to stab the very premise of your judgment. And because Yūki was proud in her judgment of leaving it alone - the nightmares and unheeded twitches - she continued without pausing to wonder the consequences. Even so, her parents weren't too happy with this outcome. They confronted her one day, him on his noble seat and her by his side. Yūki was eying them both with suspicion, but carefully avoiding their gaze at the same time. They questioned her about the fitful dreams, to which she answered with hesitant honesty. They asked about Miyabi, but Yūki simply extended the details of her dreams. The dark tunnels, giggling voices and flashes of white-yet-not halted the nodding, instantly bringing darkened frowns on their Highness' expression. Yūki was waved out of the throne room, confused yet terrifyingly curious as to what this entailed. She ran to find her raven-haired friend, but Miyabi was nowhere to be found. The leaves around the garden bench were untouched, swept in a golden red pile in the corner of the courtyard. She waved a greeting to the gardener as she always did, who lowered his gaze and continued his duties, as he always did. After an hour of dwindling around, peering here and there, Yūki grudgingly accepted that she wouldn't be able to see her friend for the day, and made to return to her quarters. There was always the next day, right? With the next following that, and the next after that... even in her future, she would always see Miyabi, cheeky smile and dimples flashing wherever she turned. The notion took root in her mind, and refused to be shaken out, while a slightly uncomfortable made its nest at the bottom of her stomach. psst! "Yū-chan! Over here!" She saw the same sly grin that refused to leave her mind, beckoning her to follow into the corridors. Curious now, as to what the strange female was up to, Yūki followed, biting her lip in apprehension. It was almost curfew, and though she had no qualms with sneaking out, they were still directly within the interior of the castle. Nonetheless, she couldn't stop her legs from following Miyabi. She was leading them directly into her bedroom, a place Yūki hardly visited, but it looked exactly the same way from the start. "Okay...!" They stopped. A click, then a pause. "Okay...okay!" Yūki was now more than confused - her normally chatty companion was reduced to parrot-like repetitions, and that was not a good sign. Before she could voice her inquiry for a much needed explanation, she felt familiar arms wrap their way around her waist. Being the close friends they were, they had hugged plenty of times before. But Yūki was unable to return the gesture, because something felt different. With one light squeeze, she knew Miyabi was trying to transfer words unable to be said. She could hear the girl's pounding heartbeat, understood and memorized into her own. She smelt the warmth, hear the fear of murmured tones against her shoulder and the soft flesh of the other's cheek pressed against her neck and jaw. With the closeness, Yūki couldn't help but let out a small whimper as her cheeks burned bright red. It was different, and it was strange. But it was nice - this was nice, and before she knew what she was doing, what they were both doing, she allowed those strange feelings to burst forth into a myriad of colors and sensations. The shadows danced and mingled within the lamplight, repressed emotions and desires unable to resist the bonds any longer. Scroll III - like the threads of F A T E; A secret kept the best they could, but considering how fast news travels along the grapevine, the two girls were quickly found out. They were labeled as 'perverse', and though the idea that a lady's daughter was not as dramatic as the lady herself made it, the fact that the royal princess has been found out romping with court nobles, it was a scandalous act indeed. They were banned from contacting each other, with Yūki under heavy surveillance. The Yoruno family was to be thrown out of court, but it was only due to the Princess' insistent pleading and refusal to eat that the emperor reigned back his decision. Because she was still the heir, regardless. Her eighteenth birthday waltzed past with the usual celebration, but the absence of the most important person weighed heavily against her throat as she drank to a long life and happiness. Their relationship was undefined - lovers, maybe. Still friends, but more? That night, Yūki almost drank herself to oblivion, drowning out the sea of faces to conjure up the only one she wanted to see. The buzz of congratulations held not even a candle against those bittersweet whispers and pure promises. It was on her way back to her room, later than everyone else (the last few bits of the night spent in the bathroom), when she heard her parents conducting a heavy conversation with an unknown figure. Having never caught her parents in a situation such as this, she decided to go against her better judgment and 'accidentally' overhear the things being said. Her first mistake. She overheard prices being discussed, at first, but as she pressed her ear against the door, the voices had risen, then hushed. Yūki was trying to mold herself with the material, it seemed, when she heard her name mentioned a few times, in conjunction with 'magic' and 'spellcasters' and 'disgraceful'. In fact, this didn't bother her too much - she had only just recently realized her potential for magic, and had thought it perfectly natural. Unfortunately, her parents didn't share the same view. They were paying someone to rummage through his many contacts, to find the perfect man. The perfect man for the perfect crime - take the life of the Princess because it was against ethics and the very law itself to perform magic. Hangings had been long abolished, but that didn't mean the hatred was lessened any further to those people knew as 'freaks'. History dictates that as the royal bloodline progresses, the rate of magic bloodline decreases, until soon disappearing forever. Yūki had inherited a bit of this, but even a drop of impure blood mixed with her pure Japanese heritage was simply unheard of - a disgrace. Her death would conveniently be placed exactly a month from now, and Yūki had to stifle a low gasp when the deal was secured. Hurt, betrayal and anger rolled into one was blazing through her mind as she dragged herself to her quarters. Fear took a backseat view this time, as Yūki wasn't ready to accept the facts. It felt like a bad movie to her, a twisted scene that will end with a cut and dainty laughs. Two weeks later, and nothing of the sort happened. Her parents were tense around her, Miyabi locked away from sight which lead to an equally silent and brooding heiress. Another week, and Yūki managed to sneak her way into Miyabi's room. After exchanges of lost affection, the other female sensed the doubt radiating off the Princess. Trying to wrestle information out of the sulking girl was not an easy feat, but Yūki relented in the end and relayed what she had overheard. What followed was a slap, and a voice demanding why she hadn't told her sooner. Miyabi, angry as always, her pretty face contorted with worry and fear for her companion was displayed in it's fullest form. Yūki tried hard to keep her face neutral, even as the strike stung her cheeks. She told Miyabi of her plans, and quickly ran from the room as a book was thrown at her head with an unrestrained screech. Scroll IV - When It's All Said&Done; The cloak tied heavily around her neck, almost choking her as she patted the heavy pouch slung around her shoulders. The slender arms that encircled her waist never let go, even as she protested weakly at her restrained movements. The grip simply tightened in response; like before, except pleading in its wake. There was no resistance, but Yūki really did try to keep her clothes in neat order. Three days would be the killer's arrival, and the Princess had decided upon the best course of action. There was no love for sorcerers, and though Miyabi had told her time and time again that she didn't care, Yūki knew that others would. Then other had gone on to convince the Princess to take her as a companion, but Yūki was having none of that. There was a future here, and while Miyabi had plainly stated that there wasn't a future if the heiress wasn't here, the latter was steadfast in her decision. She wanted to be selfish - to agree whole-heartedly, but then she would be labeled as an exile and a kidnapper. A small price to pay, perhaps, but reputation was far too important. Yūki had given a flat no, and Miyabi had stopped her requests. That had been not too long ago, but being faced with the actual situation now was more than intimidating. The other girl had argued with fervor, saying that there was nothing for her out there - but Yūki knew that it was baseless. The notion of 'nothing' was better than death at this point, and her traitorous parents were to blame. She knew that another child was on the way, and had realized bitterly that they had been planning to replace her from the very start. Miyabi knew it too, but she was pleading, begging almost. Unsightly, and it broke the Princess to see her noble companion fall, dragging her nails through the coarse fabric of her clothes. "Don't leave..." There was a torrential wave of emotion spreading through her as Miyabi wept against her dress. Strong girls don't cry, but Yūki came to realize that strong girls weren't super-humans. They were just people, who sometimes needed others by their side. She grasped the fabric of her traveling cloak with desperate fists, struggling to find the words that would stop the tears that scalded her so painfully. She tried to convey her thoughts and feelings to Miyabi, once she found her throat to be locked up by the pressure of raw emotion. She grasped for the tendrils in her mind, reaching out for the kneeling girl with a determined expression. Her second mistake. A bare hiccup, and then Miyabi was still. Yūki tentatively wondered if her thoughts had somehow reached the other, but it was quickly erased as she saw her shoulders tense visibly before another sob wracked her frame. She froze in fear, watching the other undergo some sort of epileptic seizure before finally muttering words that lashed against her ears. "...stop..." Yūki tried again, pleading within herself to stop the tears, and that was when the high-pierced cry of unimaginable pain spread across her like a virus. She fell back in shock, watching as Miyabi writhed, head clutched in her palms. The Princess felt light-headed, her heart thundering with agony. "Stop..." She felt her pupils dilate with understanding - "But it's just a dream, right...?" - "STOP!" - and Yūki could take no more. She heard the shouts in the corridors, far away yet too close. She fled, from the room and from Miyabi's prone figure, the blood roaring in her ears as her heart tried to wrench itself from her chest. Like a monster within the wisps of seaweed, a quagmire of innocent action with unexpected results. The only time she had ever run so fast in her entire life, Yūki took the dirt paths, riddled with horse shoe markings and wagon trails, and kept running. Away from her home, away from the arms of safety. She was a coward, and she knew it. But she couldn't go back, because the still figure of Miyabi still haunted her every waking moment, and every sleeping night. Yūki didn't want to know what was truths and what was lies - she wanted to know what she wanted to hear, and so contented herself with rumors and the spread of behind-hand whisperings. And she would make sure this tale would be forgotten.

[Copyright to: Ishikawa Yūki - do not steal. All factual information is thanks to Wikipedia. Imagination and plot belongs to moi ;D ]

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