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--*--The Triwizard Tournament--*-- (Rated PG-15)

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Anyone can begin. Currently, all the Beauxbaton students are awaiting the arrival of the other two schools. And I have absolutely no idea how Hogwarts is going to get there. I must consult Thorns... *huddles in corner, whispering*
 
OOC: Entrance cleared, here we go, prepare for hard contact! *just realized he's not in an invasion* Oh, erm, nevermind. >_>

I sat in one of the carridges in a long line, each one with a few students in it. I looked up, and a smale smile aprted my lips. The Theastrals, the somewhat reptillian horses were drawing us to their destination. I had to wonder what they looked like to most people, if they were really invisible to those who had never seen someone die.

I slowly lowered my head, hiding the smile. I had taken a seat in the middle of the coach's bench, making everyone else scoot as far away as they could. I tended to be able to do that. Normally I didn't take advantage of my attributes that way, but we had to have fun once in a while. And it had been a long, boring ride. Of course, I'm sure my fellow passengers would dissagree about the boring part...
 
OOC: The description of BeauxBatons school and it's surroundings is taken from Wikipedia, and if it doesn't follow your depiction, I'll get rid if it. By the way, Chariot is pronounced, 'Share-iot'

Chariot sat at one of the tables of Beauxbaton's, shooing away the gnome that was attempting to seranade her "Partir!" She snapped in her high feminine voice, utterly annoyed as the indignant gnome uprooted her blue hat with it's lyre.

With a huff Chariot replaced the hat delicately, being sure not to ruin her brushed out fringe. The gnome stalked off, waddling it's behind rudely at the flustered girl, as it went to sing to a more appealing audience. She was waiting for Madam Maxime to announce the arrival of the two schools. The glittering crystalline chateau of BeauxBatons was a sight, next to the river banks of Loire River. She'd read in one of the more recent books on the latest Triwizard tournament, not including this one, that it had taken place at Hogwarts. It had said that the Hogwarts students had awaited the arrival of the other two schools on the front of the castle's exterior. Chariot wondered if they'd be required to wait outside as well, even though the weather was not bitterly cold or searingly hot, but instead mild and pleasant.

She was uncomfortable, for her usual friends had taken off to freshen up in the ladies room. And so she sat at the glass table without any companions for the first time she'd stepped within the grand halls of BeauxBatons, as she'd steadfastly refused to join them in their attempt to look ever nicer for the new arrivals.

The statue of diamond standing tall and erect beside her seemed to watch her interestingly as it somehow sagged against it's stand.

"Excuse me, but might I have some privacy?" Chariot said reproachfully as the statue jumped right off it's podium and stood stiff as, well, diamond again. She dearly loved the magic cast inside these walls, but she couldn't help but find it annoying when the statues, obviously carved male, stared at her friends, and sometimes even herself.

Clutching the icy blue silk poncho around herself and feeling very insecure about how many diamond statues were within the dining hall, she was vaguely aware of how cold it seemed to have gotten after she'd wisely thought about her surroundings a little too much. glancing out of the window to the grassy banks of Loire, she sighed. It would be too cramped for her tastes in the beautiful, yet rather small chateau. But perhaps Madam Maxime might do a fancy trick with her incredible knowladge on magic and expand the chateau to fit in two other schools all at once.

She reprimanded herself for asking so many unladylike questions, but then, it wasn't as though anyone could hear her thoughts anyway.
 
Such as her peers around her, Simone was waiting eagerly for the arrival of the two schools. She too sat at a rather empty table, smaller than the others. Apparently, one had not done so well as to size it up compared to the others, and it was pathetically smaller than the others. Over the years at this school, she had learned not to slouch, and was sitting up in a perfect lady-like manner. However, though as lady-like as she wished, compared to all these girls she was nothing more than a mere shadow of a girl, clearly outshined by the beautiful girls at this school.

It wasn't that she was unnactractive: Why, many long for her pale white skin as a china dolls, her long silky, raven-black hair, and those strange yet haunting eyes she possessed. But, to put it bluntly, she lacked figure, and though as pretty as she was, she was just pretty, not beautiful. Her clothes were unkept as well, her uniform having small patches and whatnot, and her eyes, as hauntingly pretty as they were, always had a tired, vacant expression.

Sim was either ignored, or made fun of. Either way, she was still alone. No matter how hard she tried to make friends, people instinctavely avoided her as though they knew of it. But of course not, the Headmistress swore she told no one. She told no one why exactly there were large, dog-like footprints sometimes lingering outside on the ground. She told no one why there was a pitiful howling every full mooned night. And the strange potions that left a strange smell during lessons made with Wolfsbane and other such things was just from a previous lesson. Nope, no werewolves at Beauxbatons, we can assure there is no such dangerous creature thriving here.

But alas, there was. No matter how hard they denied, it still could not change anything.

((That was bad...really, really bad...))
 
OOC: Yes, we're starting! This will probably be a terrible first post, but...well, here goes nothing...

IC: The other Beauxbatons students the girl passed in the hall couldn't help but stare after her, awestruck. They had all seen her before, obviously, but there was something in her stride that always attracted attention nonetheless. Some gave her looks of wonder, others looks of spite or envy. In any case, her mere elegant presence, mystified even further by the white fox on her shoulder, could get a reaction out of anyone, even the students who were hurrying to avoid being late to the dining hall. There was something in her very aura that seemed special, different. Sweeping to the end of the narrow hallway, she exited it with relief and escaped onto the grounds, glad to have the gawks of her peers behind her.

Angel's blue robes seemed to billow around her graceful form as a light breeze caressed her, teasing her silvery hair. The fox on her shoulder, Larka, leapt down from her shoulder to romp on the riverbank nearby. Smiling warmly, Angel watched her pet, feeling, oddly enough, at peace. She then gazed into the shimmering waters of the Loire River, as she wondered what was to come in the upcoming year.

She had always felt out of place here; though Beauxbatons was a beautiful, grand school, her own beauty was rather different. In fact, even some of the other students were jealous of her, her of all people, simply because of her almost inhuman beauty. 'I do not see how I am any different,' modest Angel would always think when she caught people whispering about her. But the truth was, even if she didn't see it, she possessed a serenity that even the most beautiful of her peers couldn't match, not only in her looks but in her actions, in her movement, in her very essence. It could render anyone speechless, and it had even scared a few of her schoolmates in the past. Now, she worried about how she would fit in with two entirely new schools showing up.

However, in oddity, Angel's beauty wasn't even the half of it. She always, always, seemed sincere, kind, and intent on fairness for everyone. Even those who spoke bitterly about her she treated with love and compassion. If another student dropped their books in the hallway or was having trouble casting a charm, she would rush to their aid, regardless of whether she may be late to class or not get the charm done herself. Angel indeed seemed to live up to her name. At night, though, she became very strange and secretive, and often went mysteriously missing...

Shaking her head to dismiss her thoughts, Angel gazed up into a clear blue sky that perfectly mirrored her gentle eyes. "Larka," she called softly, and the fox padded up to her obediently. She swept the animal into her arms in one fluid movement, and from there the little canine climbed up to resume her position on the girl's shoulder. "Hogwarts and Durmstrang," Angel murmured thoughtfully. "This will be interesting." Her courage returning, she turned and walked back through the doorway into the hall, managing to avoid the stares of statues and students all the way to the dining hall.
 
A book which looked like it would have been dragon hide, lay upon one boy's lap, two bony elbows, belonging to the slim teenager, rested upon the pages of the open book. The sleeves of a black robe upon the boy were rolled up. Two hands held a forehead, and tired crimson eyes stared blankly at the page. A cap upon this individual's head cast his face in shadow.

He stayed like this, sitting in the carriage that was pulled by nothing. a stuffed bag lay next to him, it's contents overflowing across the seat. So far, he was the only one in this particular carriage.

As he sighed and closed the book, he looked up, sheliding his eyes from the light entering through the windows. Stuffing his things back into the bag, he caught site of all the excited people outside. Some were wishing friends good luck, others were waiting to get into carriages.

Reclining as far back as he could in the seat, he closed his eyes, waiting for long-awaited sleep to overtake him.
 
"Brother, something about that guy scares me." My younger sister, Alicia, whispered to me as she glanced towards the quite large kid who recently was staring at the Thestrals. As I was still reading the recently released copy of The Quibbler, I shrugged off her comment as it was given. I wasn't exactly looking forward to this excursion to this school. I mean, I had my OWLs this year, and I wanted to be at Hogwarts, with my fellow Ravenclaws, not here! However... what WAS that pungent aroma?

OOC: Sort, I know, but I've got to go to bed. xx;
 
(Well, I have no idea how Hogwarts students are arriving at the school, but I say that my char is going by way of a Hiffogriff ^o^)

"Argh, how do you control this thing?!"

Ivan shouted out to himself as he flew uncontrollably through the air, the Hippogriff shaking wildly and not controlling itself very well. Apparently this bird-type thing hadn't flown around much, or at least with a human riding on its back.

Probably gonna fall off or something…

He thought to himself as he kept moving through the air. His brown hair was flying in basically every direction, for they were moving pretty fast and the winds were blowing almost as crazy as the bird was flying. Ivan didn't have much experience when it came to flying around on bird creatures, and he hoped that this would be the last time. Oh how he dreaded the return trip to Hogwarts.

(I know it stunk…I really had no idea what to post >.<;;; )
 
A black haired girl sits quietly by her self in a carriage seemingly flying by itself to by standers. The carriage is empty except for the girl and two trunks by her feet, one of which is bulging slightly from the cauldron inside it. Murmuring quietly to herself she looks forward through a small window and watches, entranced for a few seconds, by the pony sized winged, bony, black beast pulling the carriage. "I wonder what kind of people will be there. However kind or mean they are I will not treat them any differently, except those who seem like outcasts. Though, I doubt there will be any like me." Leaning back into the plush leather cushioning of the carriage seats she closes her eyes and stands up with little effort. Jumping off the floor of the carriage the black haired girl levitates in mid-air, not for a single second but as if she can control it, which she can, moving onto her stomach she floats around for two minutes until hitting the roof. Landing softly she looks out the window to see the school in the distance, barely visible in the distance, but visible none the less. "And descend we shall." Piper says to her self, a small smile appearing on her face. A feat of which she does not share with any one but her family or other beings which she kills.
 
OOC: Wow, this is the first RP I've been in with this many people. Looks like it will require a much more active role then the other RPs I've been in...heh. Anyways, I know I saw some other hogwarts person say they were coming by Hippogriff, so...I think I'll get a bit creative...=P)
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"We're almost there." Mike shouted behind him. He held a sort of reins in his hand, which were connected to the mouth of a giant serpent. Metal walls, designed to go underwater, had been constructed on the back of the serpent, making it somewhat like a living submarine. The reins were connected to the inside of the vehicle through small holes that had had a magic spell cast on them so that water would not come in.
"Mister prefect, when will we get there?" A rather chubby Slytherin boy asked, walking up to Mike.
"Shut up and sit down." Mike replied. Tatsumi crawled up Mike's shoulder and hissed at the boy, as Mike was too busy to turn around himself.
"Come now, he's only a first year." Professor Snape reminded Mike. "You're much too hard on them." Snape was sitting in a chair next to Mike's, supervising his driving. All the seats in the vehicle were fashioned much like old fashioned chairs that you might see in a captain's chambers of a ship.
"It's the only way they will learn." Mike responded snappily. "Why are we even bringing first years with us, anyways?"
"The headmaster decided it would be a good idea to allow them to watch." Snape replied. "The Beauxbatons first years get to watch, the headmaster decided it would only be fair if our first years got to watch as well."
"What a fool." Mike said under his breath so that Snape would not be able to hear.
"Where are the other people from Hogwarts?" Another young student questioned.
"They've all got their own methods of traveling." Professor Snape answered. "Only Slytherins are riding this serpent."
"It's quite fitting, don't you think?" Mike asked rhetorically, adding a little chuckle at the end. "Ah well. Looks like we're here." He pulled on the reins and the serpent lunged upward, causing all the students that were not in their seats to fly back to the back of the vehicle.
"Give us some warning next time!" Snape exclaimed viciously as the serpent unsubmerged at the top of the water. Beauxbatons school stood there in the middle of the sea, shining with a bright light.
"It's amazing!" A young female student exclaimed, as the majority of the kids on the bus marveled at its glory.
"Hmph." Mike said, piloting the serpent in to the docks on the shore of the island.
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OOC: Meh...for some reason I feel I got some facts wrong there, or something...
 
I stepped off of the ship, resting my hand quietly on the pommel of my sword. Ghost padded silently along beside me. He was always silent, never a howl, a yelp, a growl. He sounded like the grave. I smiled grimly, looking around the empty space about us. Amongst my fellow students, I moved in a bubble, alone. Fear was such a powerful motivator, it was wonderful to see.

I laughed softly as we entered the crowd of other students from other schools. It was comical to see my peers stumbling around the foreign bodies, trying to keep away from me. It obviously caused some confusion in the other students, trying to see what theey were running from. Apparantly, neither Ghost nor myself were deserving of such a reaction. One young Beauxbatons girl accidentaly bumped into me, then attempted to rush away without an apology.

I snagged her by the collar of her robes and pulled her back to me. As I spun her around I smiled and said in a thick Russian accent, "You should apologize to me, yes? It is impolite." She sneered, typically arrogant and said, "You should have seen me coming. I'm not afraid of you." My Durmstrang peers stopped dead.

My smile turned cold as I said, "This is because you do not now me, hmm? Nikolai, he is the monster in your closet, he stalks your nightmares." I grabbed her by the chin and pulled her closer to my face, saying, "This lack of fear, it comes from the overconfidence. If you know me, then you fear me. If you know me vell, then you are terrified of me, yes?" I pushed her away from me, laughing as she fell to the dirt. Ghost bared his fangs at her and we continued inside.
 
OOC: Actually, Psychotic_demon told me over PM that we'd be arriving by the thaestral drawn carridges.

IC: Slowly, ever so slowly, the long line of carridges came to a halt. Then, the students began to make their way off of the carridges, filing out one at a time. Strangely, nearly everyone in my carridge seemed to be fighting eachother to get out first. Of course, a few didn't, but it was still a little amusing...
 
Chariot sighed as her back seemed to be stuck in the position it was in. Sitting straight and mannerly was such a pain. As she began to slump, the statue who had been staring at her beforehand, magically oriented to catch any form of unladylike behavior, snapped at her in a very womanly voice, "Seet up straight!"

Chariot sighed and made no effort to sit up, but instead, slumped her shoulders ever more.

"I sayd, seet up straight!" The statue said again, tapping a hard diamond finger upon the glass table.

Chariot rolled her eyes and sat back up. It was obviously the voice of Madam Cummings, the cranky, refined, and ladylike finishing teacher. She made Beauxbatons a sort of finishing school of sorts, scolding every girl she met about something that was wrong with their posture, their attitude, or even the way they moved their wand.

A gaggle of giggling girls left the white oak doors of the bathroom, and Chariot waved them over. But they saw nothing of it, and instead rushed to the front of the dining hall, wondering when the Durmstrang and Hogwarts students would arrive, no doubt hoping they would be mostly boys, as it seemed few and rare to see a Beauxbatons boy.

Many of the diamond statues scolded them for being so unladylike, but many people in groups had gotten used to ignoring them. Chariot slowly sat back down, folding her skirt underneath her so the statue wouldn't protest. But when the seat skidded beneath her, the statue said nothing. Chariot supposed it had been 'de-charmed' for the arrival of the other schools. It would be a very loud affair with Madam Cummings's voice booming reprimandations at every passing Hogwarts or Durmstrang student. Chariot herself giggled at the prospect, but kept her cool by smoothing out her skirt. She wondered just how long it would be until the other students arrived. This was ridiculous! Her back and neck wouldn't stand much more of this...
 
(Oh, sorry, I'll make a correct post :p )

Ivan didn't really like the bump ride of the carriages as they moved along. he was sitting on the left side of the row that faced the back of the carriage, and he had absolutely no idea of who he was riding with in it. he was pretty sure that he didn't have any classes with them, as they seemed to be fourth and fifth year students, but he thought that he might have seen them somewhere before, but he had no clue.

He had wanted to ride with a couple of his friends from his classes, but they had been shoved off into some other carriages by the masses of students that were piling into them. Well, it had exactly been masses, he just supposed that they wanted to sit with someone else. After all, he wasn't that important.

While they rode, Ivan had whipped out his wand and started fiddling with it, making sure that was working well. To check, he levitated one of his quill pens out of his bag and made it flip around a couple times in the air. This bored him after only a ocuple of seconds.
 
The sudden sound of a statue scorning a student caused Simone to rouse from her state of momentary silence. As most people, she rubbernecked her way to gaze at why on earth the order was made, yellow-green eyes tracing over the figure of a girl whose beauty was unmistakable. This made Simone feel rather pathetic, more than she usually did, and she sat up straighter then usual, not wishing to make a scene of herself. Nobody should have to gaze at her more often then they did, mainly because she was one of the only girls in this school that had something other than blonde hair. She waited patiently for the other schools to be announced, and looked away towards where they were gathering, curious and intrigued. Hogwarts especially caused a great interest to be roused within her, for she would have gone to that school.

She was a crow in a sea of doves, or at least felt in that manner.
 
OOC: Burninating_Torchic, this is years after Snape...years after Harry Potter, for that matter. And, as was said, Hogwarts is arriving via thestral-drawn carriages. But aside from those two little details, great first posts, everyone. Now...where's Saphi? o_o;

IC:

Once in the dining hall, Angel retreated quietly to a crystal table no one else was sitting at, which was conveniently located in an isolated corner. At least here she couldn't be stared at, or so she hoped. She rested her head on the table's cool surface, closing her eyes. When were Durmstrang and Hogwarts arriving? She could almost hear them at the front of the school now...wait, could she? It seemed there was a distant commotion going on... Raising her head again, she directed her sapphire gaze at the dining hall entrance, waiting anticipantly. Larka yipped excitedly from her perch on Angel's shoulder, jumping down gracefully onto the table to sniff the air.

"I know," whispered Angel to the fox, "I know." What she knew wasn't exactly clear, but as Larka looked thoughtfully into the eyes of her girl, it seemed they had reached a mutual understanding. Angel giggled slightly at her pet's inquiring expression, patting her lovingly with a gentle hand. "All in good time, all in good time," she assured Larka, smiling. She then returned to staring fixedly at the entrance.

After a while longer, Angel couldn't help but notice this was getting rather monotonous. Her eyes watering from watching the door unblinkingly, she closed and opened them once. If the students weren't here yet, at least Madame Maxime could walk through the doors and break the long, passive period of...nothing. She even felt herself missing the statues' snappish remarks. "All in good time," she repeated calmly, stroking Larka subconsciously.

All in good time...

Suddenly noticing a few students filing in, looking confused, Angel started. They're here, she thought, straightening up. It was impossible to recognize individual figures in the sea of people. Curiously, she watched the cluster of students and staff from foreign places, waiting for some explanation.
 
I gathered all of my clutter off the seat as the carridge came to a halt, and Alicia stepped out ahead of the chaos. Finally, I can get some fresh air! Out of all honesty, I could barely breathe while engulfed in that vile stench. As I finally gained my freedom, someone pushed me over, saying "Get out of my way!" as he continued plowing through the crowds, knocking over a bunch of other students.

As I sat up on the ground, I removed my wand and pointed it at the boy in a way that made it seem like I was placing back in my pocket, and flicked it, while quietly muttering a curse under my breath. The door of a carridge nearby the boy swung open instantly and smoked him in the head, knocking him off balance. As hey regained his balance, the door swung shut, hitting him in the head again, before he hit the ground, completely unconcious. Now... where was Alicia?
 
OOC: So, I Terrify people, and david smells himself in enclosed spaces? o.o;

IC: I paused, and stepped out last, and quickly found myself drawn to that girl who had spoken with the boy who so openly cursed his agressor. He was lucky no one really noticed him... I wasn't drawn to her out of attaction, merely to vent my annoyance on someone. As I passed, my hand flashed by, and with a trick I learned fmr muggles, rather than magic, walked by, having moved faster than most people would be able to notice, especially in the milling crowds, and tucked her bra safely into an inside pocket of my robe. It wasn't really out of perversion, not for her, but mostly for the reaction when she would realize that it had gone missing somehow...
 
Her eyes blankly darted to the scenery of beauty, the school of Beauxbaton. She heaved a sigh of boredom, a small pout creeping upon her ennui-filled face. She left Hogwarts believing that the trip to Beauxbaton was going to be exciting…a once in a lifetime experience…but no. She just sat on a carriage for what seemed like an eternity. Those Ravenclaws sitting across from her were just an added aggravation. Every few seconds they would tease her, mock her because of her different colored eyes. And as if they weren't annoying enough, they would begin talking about girlish stuff and dresses...ack, it scares her just thinking about it!

"Evangeline,"

And to think, she left her friends for this.

"Evangeline,"

Now she was going to miss every fun thing they would do.

"Eva!"

Evangeline blinked, banishing her thoughts. Oh, was someone calling her?

"Sheesh, Eva, where'd that little brain of yours fly off now?" It was Dylan's voice—her 'older brother'. "If you haven't noticed, our carriage landed minutes ago! Narcissy and the Nerdrangers left already!"

Snickering at her fondly made-up nickname, the younger Gryffindor finally exited the carriage. She had briefly scanned the area and was ever-surprised to see the vast variety of students. There were some she recognized from Hogwarts, but the other two schools she wasn't familiar with. All she knew was that they were now at Beauxbaton, and nothing more. Was this school an all-girl school? Aah, she could feel her eyes twitch at the sight of the rather feminine students. She already had enough trouble with girls like that at her school, now there were thousands of them! She huffed. She had only arrived, and already she felt she wouldn't fit in.

"Don't worry." Dylan stated casually, ruffling her already unkempt hair.

She closed her right eye, her emerald eye, and plastered on a brave façade. "Hn, who's worried?" She said, forcing herself to sound as cheeky as ever.
 
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OOC: D'oh...I knew I forgot something. Already, forget everything regarding snape..and the giant serpent thing..and...yeah..>_<. Pretty much disregard that post...argh.
I assume it's ok if I make up a name for the new potions teacher, then.
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"Everyone, follow me." Mike said as the carriages containing Slytherins pulled up to the area where the other carriages had been parked. The group of Slytherins followed him and the new potions teacher, Professor Thyppin. The group met up with the other houses and professors from Hogwarts and entered the school.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Mike heard a seventh year Ravenclaw girl say.
"Beauty is an illusion." Mike mumbled to himself. "This place is probably just a run down little hut with a ton of spells cast on it." He kicked a rock as he and Professor Thyppin led the Slytherins in to the grand building, behind the headmaster and some of the other professors.
"So, where exactly are we going?" Mike asked Professor Thyppin as the group from Hogwarts continued through hallways in the school.
"The grand ball room, I believe." Thyppin replied in a serious tone. "I assume you entered your name into the goblet this year?"
"But of course." Mike replied. "How would Slytherin look if the prefect didn't step up to this challenge?"
"As stupid as they already do." A young Gryffindor said, sticking his tongue out as he passed them by.
"Watch your tongue, boy." Mike said, reaching for his wand. Professor Thyppin quickly swatted Mike's hand preventitively.
"Come on, we'll take a different route to the ballroom." Professor Thyppin said sternly. Mike could tell this was to prevent any cross-house conflicts. "We'll meet you there!" Thyppin called ahead to the other professors. One professor signaled having heard by waving back at him.
"All Slytherins! Follow me!" Mike shouted, turning around and walking backwards, ensuring that his housemates were aware of the change in course. When he was sure all the Slytherins had seperated from the rest of the group, he turned back around. "Why are we going this way?" He asked, though he was sure he knew the answer.
"To prevent further conflict." Professor Thyppin replied, giving Mike the answer he was sure would be given. "It's faster, anyways."
"And how would you know this?" Mike asked slyly.
"The professors were all given a map of the school." Thyppin quickly replied, as if he had something to hide.

The group soon arrived at the grand ball room, ahead of all the other houses.
"Hmm. Well, I'm not quite sure where we should sit." Thyppin decided, looking around at the open tables. "I suppose we'll have to wait for the others to get here."
"I suppose." Mike said, rolling his eyes and turning to face the Slytherins. "Alright! Everyone, you are to wait here until the others get here!" He shouted over the noises coming from the crowd. "And I expect for you to do so silently!"
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OOC: I hope there's nothing wrong with that one, too...>_<
 
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