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Woodwings OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 28 |
Posted: Thu, 25/12/2014 21:12 (9 Years ago) |
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The first Mewtwo smiled as he regarded the newest, watching the cub's still-human features become lax with sleep. He deplored the state of things which had led a child to accept his offer so easily, but he was glad of the new addition to his family. As he did with the others, he checked in on Cub 42: Pardus often, watching as he slowly changed. First, streaks of blond threaded his hair - which was somewhat unexpected. Then, the skin of his hands and feet paled - another surprise. Following this, the expected coat of fur grew in gradually. It was mostly a glossy black, save for the deep green extending from navel to tailbone, and one other hue. Where Pardus' skin had paled, his pelt gradiated to a royal purple alike to Grimalkin's own tail and eyes - matched by the once-blond streaks in the boy's idly floating hair. A testament to the addition of his genes, Grimalkin supposed. Interesting how that translated in the initial stages. He was becoming quite fond of the tomkit, and he was somewhat proud of the way he was turning out - it looked as though he would become a fine Mewtwo. Unfortunately, it was far from plain sailing. When the cub's bodyshape began to shift, surges of that strange interference began to lash out - disrupting equipment and vitals alike each time a major change reached a point of certainty. Maintaining his new son's life drove Grimalkin quite frantic at times, to the extent of having his few helpers take charge of everything else when things got bad. Somehow, the situation seemed to strike a deep chord within the older experiment, and he felt driven by some unnamed desperation within himself to preserve the small life inside that tank. The worst of it occurred at the stage typing was supposed to appear - the point at which approximately 65-75% of the cub had become Mewtwo. The dim, peaceful dreams he'd enjoyed were pierced by a strange and frantic malevolence that set the poor kit to distressed twitching, and the old scar on his forehead had split open. Worse, the interference surged all the more - hindering efforts to help - as though it had broken through some kind of binding. While this was going on, Grimalkin set his assistants to manning the terminals, while he reached out with his mind to link with Pardus. The cub's mindscape was still dark - as it should have been - but the Pardus mind-avatar was cowering away from a roiling mass of slimy black, caustic red, and acidic green that seemed to be made of smoke and sparks. The source of both the malice and the malaise - a mind-parasite of some sort. With a mental roar of outrage, the tempestuous feline buffeted the intruder with a wave of psychic power, urging Pardus to try the same. At first, the cub couldn't muster a thing, then only a ripple, but that changed after his protector linked more closely with him and showed him how. In the face of concerted attack from within and without - in addition to the alteration of its host - the parasite dissipated with a curdling screech. After that bombshell, the cub's mindscape seemed warmer and somewhat less disrupted, and the surges of interference ceased. With a sigh of profound relief, the elder Mewtwo gathered up his cub's projection and held him close. "I thought that I would lose you." He admitted ruefully, struck by the similarities between this event and something that lurked just beyond his grasp in his oldest, mostly buried, memories. He was determined to ensure that he didn't have to experience the wrenching pain and nausea of feeling a young mind fade from life - though he wasn't quite sure why he was so dreadfully certain about how it would feel - but he had still come this close to... Best not to dwell on it, lest he worry the cub. "What was that?!" Pardus exclaimed, much relieved and gratified by the rescue, but still very shaken. "I don't know." His remaker replied, doing his best to broadcast calm and reassurance in spite of his own adrenalin spike. "However, it is gone now - banished by my power and by your own. Rest easy, and be proud - you are not yet complete, but you are already a fine Mewtwo." With these words, Grimalkin withdrew from the mindscape and opened his eyes, needing a break from close contact in order to regain his emotional equilibrium - it simply wouldn't do to let his composure slip too far while he was connected to a childmind he had just been trying to reassure. The lab was peaceful once more, and he could now take the time to breathe deeply and properly gauge the cub's development - despite the slight distraction of his Pikatwo second-in-command's stress induced cussing and kicking at what the ill-tempered rodent fondly imagined to be his creator's shins (actually a part of his foot). He was pleased to see that the concerning headwound seemed fully healed - likely thanks to the action of the healing and transformative agents in the incubation fluid following the injury's reopening. The child's ears had reached full horn-like status, and his hands were - though daintier than the cat-king's own - fully 'two. Much the same could be said for his face, but his second neck was only beginning to separate, and his tail was not proportionally long yet. His legs, slender for his new kind, were almost fully transitioned to digitigrade status, but his toes were as yet unmerged. He had yet to develop chest-plates, but there was still time. Pleased by the rate of progress, the founder set a scan for type. None of his little ones had yet missed out on Psychic type, but there had been a few intriguing additions. Including, it seemed, this case. Apparently, his new cub could claim Fairy, of all things, as his secondary type. Where that had come from was unclear, but it was hardly a bad thing. Rubbing his temples as he sat down to take a rest, the tired Legend wondered idly how Pardus would react to the other minds he would now be able to touch. After all, if the cub could help uproot a mind-parasite when his Psychic typing was only just setting, he would certainly be able to communicate with his older batchmates. [Read more] |
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Woodwings OFFLINE Forum Posts: 28 |
Posted: Wed, 24/12/2014 21:25 (9 Years ago) |
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Posted: Wed, 24/12/2014 19:15 (9 Years ago) |
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"Now, Little One, what is your name?" The tall cat-king enquired as he busied himself with the writing of a new record. "Freak, sir." The waif answered timidly, causing his host to halt briefly and look directly into the solemn green eyes of his newest subject. "That is not a name, cub, it is an insult. Have you no other?" Mewtwo asked seriously, taken aback. When the child shook his head, the feline sighed. "Then I suppose you will have to be simply Cub 42 until I can think of something better, as I refuse to leave you nameless - or with such a disgraceful appellation. No cub of mine will bear an insult for a name!" He stated, eyes flashing, in a tone that brooked no argument. Then, softening his speech, lest he cause disquiet, he continued. "Do not be concerned by the number - my own name, which is Mewtwo, bears one. Although, I must say that Grimalkin does have quite a ring to it." He mused, getting a little distracted. "I think, for a taken name, I will choose Grimalkin Unseleighe - that young lady's words made it sound rather... fitting." He trailed off, realising his distraction, when he felt an uptick of hope and longing wafting from Cub 42. "Am I really your cub now?" The child asked, eagerness warring with caution and a brittle kind of desperation. "Indeed." The newly self-named Grimalkin confirmed, blinking. "Any child grown or given sanctuary here on Stormhaven is one of my cubs - in a general sense. Why, would you like to become my cub in a more specific sense? That can be arranged." No sooner had he made the offer, then he felt his tail grasped in a tight hug. Unused to this sort of affection, but not wanting to alienate the child, he patted the boy awkwardly on the head as he finished up his report. Then, paperwork completed, he withdrew a number of rectangular medicine containers from the nearest cabinet, along with a small tray. Inside each tin were several small objects the size of dice, each tin containing a different type. The tray was carefully piled with an assortment of coloured cubes and squashed spheroids - some chewy, some as flaky as soft cheese. "I need you to eat these, for the good of your health. The transformative process is energy expensive. You will not throw them up, I give you my word." Grimalkin urged, prompting the cub-to-be into tasting a few. To the boy's surprise, they weren't awful - though they weren't great either - and he managed to consume them all. Basking in his new guardian's quiet approval, Cub 42 followed the Legend out through the metallic corridor - still holding onto that tail - and into a long room full of technology and transparent cylinders full of coloured fluid and... well, some of them looked as though there was someone small sleeping inside. He was led to a cylindrical metal cubicle and asked to step inside, while his new daddy took his place at an impressive computer terminal with lots of buttons and blinking lights. Cub 42 was a little scared, but he wanted so much to be somebody's kid, with a daddy of his own - just like Dudley'd always had. Taking a deep breath, he obeyed and stepped forward - though he flinched when the door slid closed behind him. A flat, synthetic voice instructed him to place his clothes in the slots provided. Shamefaced as he recalled the state of his garments, he removed them and put them where required. This made sense, he supposed - he wouldn't want to be tangled in rags while he changed shape. The idea of such a thing still made him anxious, despite his agreement. What would it be like? The emergence of a stream of heated water and soapy sponge-tipped robotic arms derailed his train of thought, and he giggled as the scrubbing tickled him - he couldn't recall ever receiving such a pleasant wash. One mechanically-assisted towelling later, and a curious thing was brought in by the robotic arms and fastened to his face - across his nose and mouth. There was flex and space to it, and breathable air. Then, he was lifted by the metal arms through a dark tube at the cubicle ceiling. His heart hammered like a rabbit's, until he was deposited gently into one of the tubes he'd seen before - whose clear watery fluid was becoming purple and slightly thicker as something was added to it from some unseen inlet. The tank was sealed now, and wire-like tendrils were attaching themselves to him as they moved him into a fully upright position. Each point of contact itched at first, but that ebbed away as his panic diminished. He was still uneasy - everything was happening so quickly - but he hadn't been hurt, and he'd been promised enough that he'd deal with this weirdness regardless of his nerves. Placing a hand tentatively against the glass, he watched as Grimalkin approached with a slight smile, placing a paw of his own against the smooth surface of the tank where the young one's hand was. "Everything goes well thus far, cub." The otherworlder assured him, and he realised for the first time that this was achieved without movement of the mouth - most curious. "Your body's needs will be attended to without need for any action on your part, and you will soon fall into a deep sleep while the most major changes take place. The nearer to its completion your metamorphosis grows, the more awareness you will regain - until you are ready to be born anew." Would he dream, the cub wondered muzzily, already weary. He received a nod to answer his unspoken question, and another surprise. "When you are born anew, it will be to a new name, as I have succeeded in devising one: Pardus, for the pantherlike nature we will share; Cenue, a reminder that you are a cub of mine; and Unseleighe, to match the strangeness of our kind - and the surname I took for myself." The words trickled into the mind of the newly named Pardus, but he could barely think of them as his eyes drifted closed. He felt sluggish and very drowzy, curling subconsciously into a ball as he drifted deeper into the realms of slumber. [Read more] |
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Woodwings OFFLINE Forum Posts: 28 |
Posted: Wed, 24/12/2014 17:22 (9 Years ago) |
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Posted: Wed, 24/12/2014 16:50 (9 Years ago) |
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Posted: Wed, 24/12/2014 15:51 (9 Years ago) |
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Perplexed, he decided that this simply had to be investigated, and he stood up to wander around the glade in search of answers. How could he have come to be in this place? He certainly didn't recall venturing into the woods recently. Perhaps he'd been teleported here as a prank by some bored Pokemon? If so, what was with the eggs? It didn't make much sense. Turning his attention to the eggs in question, he began to examine them. He hoped to be a Professor some day, so it would be in his interests to attempt to identify them. He tried to reference the Pokemon Encyclopedia to figure out what the eggs were, but the patterns were simply too vague. Deciding to have a closer look at the one which was nearest to him, he sat down and lifted it gently onto his lap to get a better look at it. "Who are you, I wonder?" He murmured softly, stroking its shell. He'd normally be wary of provoking a mother Pokemon in this situation, but this was hardly a natural-seeming set up, so he had elected to abandon his more cautious approach for the time being. [Read more] |
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Woodwings OFFLINE Forum Posts: 28 |
Posted: Wed, 24/12/2014 15:15 (9 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 23/12/2014 21:53 (9 Years ago) |
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Username: Woodwings Character Name: Arashi Zadkiel. Gender: Male. Appearance: Here - the image was created for the character, so it should be okay. Items: Pokemon Encyclopedia and spacious rucksack with many pouches. Other: He's quirky and intends to be a Professor someday - despite not being named after a plant. Pokemon Egg: Username: Woodwings Pokemon: Pichu Gender: Male Moves: Thunder Shock, Thunder Punch (Ampharos parent), Return, Charm. Other: This one's a little grouch. [Read more] |
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Woodwings OFFLINE Forum Posts: 28 |
Posted: Tue, 23/12/2014 17:36 (9 Years ago) |
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The searching psionic was astounded to discover that the source of the misery he had sensed was within a bland patch of suburbia, but it was there - accented by the mix of contempt and indolence he felt emanating from nearby. Blocking out all but the child he sought, he stalked onwards past houses that were alike in form and dullness. He came to a halt in an excessively neat garden, only feet away from his quarry. The floral scents of the blooms mingled with the sharp smell of grass and the sour aroma of the child, while Mewtwo observed. The scrawny, ill-clad youngling had a mess of shaggy black hair - reminding the Legend of another human he knew - and an unhealthy pallor. When the boy, for it was indeed a tiny male of the species, straightened up to deal with the weeds he had plucked, his garb shifted enough that it was clearly evident that he was sorely underfed. Mewtwo had seen enough. "Little One, Little One." He called softly, causing the child's head to snap up warily. "Who's there?" The boy replied cautiously, guarded emerald eyes scanning for any sign of the owner of that mysterious bass voice. After all, who would be speaking to him? "I am an outcast like yourself," Came the murmured answer. "I have come to ask you whether you will come away with me." The Legendary cat added, fading slowly into view as he saw and felt the confused hope and fear flickering before him. "You're a freak too!" The youngling breathed, taken aback - he had thought it a trick of some kind, but there was no denying that the figure before him was a freak. He'd long hoped that another freak would come for him - just a dim, desperate yearning - and now one really had. Mewtwo's eyes widened at the automatic use of such a derogatory term, and he was about to respond - when another young voice piped up from the other side of the nearest neighbouring fence. "That's stupid - he's gotta be Unseleighe." The heads of both monster and boy whirled around to regard the face poking over the fence, the former berating himself for focusing so singularly on only one mind. "They're the Dark Court of Fae - the strange-looking ones people tend to think're evil. Er, no offence..." The pre-teen continued, realising that she may have inadvertently provoked the strange creature. Curious, Mewtwo waved a paw in a little spiral, indicating that she should go on. Emboldened, the girl continued. "I think people don't like them because they're different, I don't think they're evil." She clarified, hoping to smooth things over, before returning to the meat of the topic. "They're the second Fae Court, descended from changed members of the Seleighe - They're the Bright Court - the beautiful ones. I bet this is Grimalkin - He looks enough like a cat, and important too. Since he's come f'you, you're probably a changeling - or gonna be. That means you're a Fae that was left here as a baby, or he's gonna turn you into one." Flabbergasted by this outpouring, the little boy turned his wide-eyed gaze up to Mewtwo, lambent with longing. "Is - is that true?" He asked hesitantly, incredulous. "The bones of it, certainly." Mewtwo replied, nearly as startled as the boy. "I and my kind are indeed the altered cousins of an airier and brighter kin, I have been thought evil by some, I am a cat of some importance, and I would indeed like to spirit you away and change you into one of my kind. You are obviously not happy here, after all. What I would like to know now is where all that information came from, young lady." He confirmed, narrowing his eyes at the girl as he finished. While the nervously thrilled boy strove to process all the information he'd just soaked up, the girl fidgeted anxiously behind the fence, pierced by the feline's intense gaze. "Well, I've always been interested in folklore, so I read a lot about it. The Fae are just my favourites, that's all." She responded, relieved when this seemed to be sufficient. "You... you really want me?" The ragged child asked, plaintively searching Mewtwo's features for any hint of a lie. At the Psychic type's solemn nod, he visibly brightened, before pausing uncertainly. "W-would I have a family - one that loves me?" He asked, reflecting on the many times he wished his aunt and uncle would care for him. He mightn't have said this usually, but it felt safer talking about such things to another freak, who would likely understand. Surely, if he went to live with other freaks, they might love him? Upon receiving a second nod, he beamed as he had not for some time. "If I can have family, I'll do whatever jobs you need me to." He promised in quiet, firm tones, grasping the edge of Mewtwo's cloak. "Then so be it." Came the warm reply, accompanied by what the feline hoped was an encouraging smile, as the superclone lifted the spindly youngling into his arms with an eerie blue light. Eyes flashing blue, he relieved the girl of her recollection of him as he launched himself into the sky - shimmering himself and his new associate out of sight as he did so. His youthful cargo, secure in his strong grasp, gaped in wonder as they soared between land and twillit clouds that the sinking sun painted in resplendent hues of pink, orange and purple. The shifting, glittering sea also drew the boy's wondering eye, and he delighted through the whole flight. His enjoyment became awe as he beheld the bespired form of his new home when they flew through the chilly fogbanks, and he marvelled at its dark towers as he breathed in the saline sea air. He was just staring at the greenery adorning the ground, which seemed somehow exotic, when they landed delicately onto the tip of the highspire and faded back into visibility. The boy barely had a moment to wonder at the balance that had to require, not daring to draw breath lest he cause a tremble, before there was an odd flickering that saw the pair of them abruptly inside a small off-white chamber. Mewtwo laid his live cargo down atop a big and puffy, if smooth, cushion - instructing the child to remain in place while he retrieved diagnostic tools from creamy grey filing cabinets arrayed nearby. Quiescent, the boy lay still as he was scanned, offering up no words when a jagged scar was found beneath his hair, nor when said hair was sampled. Curiously, it took a few tries to get any readings - due to some sort of interference. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 23/12/2014 16:05 (9 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 23/12/2014 16:03 (9 Years ago) |
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"Waiter, there's a piece of gum in my soup!" [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 23/12/2014 13:15 (9 Years ago) |
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1: I've been to Canada. 2: I've eaten ostrich. 3: I collect unicorn items [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 22/12/2014 16:42 (9 Years ago) |
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What would happen if N met Mewtwo? [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 22/12/2014 16:20 (9 Years ago) |
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Section One: Outcast's Refuge The afternoon sun, splitting the clouds, spread languidly across the bespired surface of a strange, island-like vessel that had never before been warmed by its rays. It floated in place, like a slumbering leviathan, where before there had only been watery blue. Its dark, metallic form had yet to be dulled by wind and weather, despite the obscuring fog rising to wreath it as though bidden. If it seemed otherworldly, it had good cause, as it had been created beneath a very different sky. Constructed as a sanctuary from prying, judging eyes and ill-intentioned pursuers, its maker and ruler had bargained its transport sideways through time from one more experienced in such matters than he. A place that was truly his own, where he could be himself, and where he could carry out his work unimpeded by those who'd sought him out before. True, there were certain individuals he'd return to check on from time to time - not to mention the favours he now owed, but it was worth the fuss. It was remarkably freeing to know that his problems were a world away, while he was perched atop the uppermost spire of his new sea station, savouring the salt scent of the breeze ruffling his worn brown cloak as he surveyed his new home. "Perhaps, this time, I can be at ease." He mused pensively in soft bass tones, a faint smile creeping across his usually forbidding features. Piercing rich purple eyes glowing abruptly blue, the tall figure vanished, leaving the skyline bare. He reappeared inside a spacious and well-appointed laboratory, his powerful deep purple tail swaying as he padded through it on clawless pale lavender toes. He lifted off his wide-brimmed brown hat, revealing rigid horn-like ears, and placed it on a hook - followed swiftly by his cloak. He didn't want any stray fabric to get in the way while he was working to assure the future of his kind. He had been alone from the moment he first opened his eyes, a unique specimen, a freak of science, an aberration. However, he was determined to erase his isolation, and he had worked tirelessly on his skills in genetic manipulation in order to make it possible. He had gathered data and samples from many Pokemon - including himself, Ditto and the few Mew he'd met. He'd done the same in the cases of humans he felt had made a positive impact on his life, or whom he felt were worthy of respect. Fossils were another valuable resource - Mew remains were difficult to find, but not impossible. With these resources, the innovative feline had devised a selection of ways by which he could found and multiply his people. Firstly, he could use Mew samples (live or fossil) to repeat the process that had given him life. He could combine Mewtwo DNA with other DNA (Pokemon or otherwise) - whether the 'two genes were drawn from himself, from the first process, or translated from some other lifeform. This translation, a result of his study of Ditto and their transformative abilities, allowed non-Mewtwo DNA to be converted to equivalent Mewtwo DNA based on its original form by means of a virus modified from Pokerus. Strains of this new virus, Pokerus Transmutare, could either translate a sample - or live volunteer - directly, or translate them with the addition of DNA from another donor for additional heritage. If his homeworld's humans had access to this, it would likely herald a revolution in Pokemon Breeding, but he doubted that they would use it wisely. The results of his labours were floating in growth tanks throughout the lab, many of them very small or too minuscule to make out by eye. However, he had realised that growing his entire founding brood from the very beginning would leave him and his few assistants out of their depth with babies, and the infants with few older people to relate to and take time for them. Mewtwo was determined to ensure a communal lifestyle and lack of loneliness for his fledgeling race, and if that meant turning people into his own kind, then that was what would occur. They'd have to be volunteers, though. Even if he'd been willing to subject unconsenting individuals to the transformation, it would be very stupid of him to provide people he'd given such a legitimate grievance access to both his own location and the tremendous power that came with being a Mewtwo. Through DNA analysis, he had determined that juveniles would be the safest to convert, so he had sought out the discarded and lost younglings who had nowhere else to turn - those who reminded him of himself - by homing in on their loneliness. He made each an offer - it didn't matter to him what they started out as. If they accepted his offer, he would treat them as kin. If not, he would leave them a belly fuller and a memory lighter - it was only paranoia if he wasn't rare and valuable. He strode softly through the rows, checking readouts and adjusting nutrient flows. He quite liked watching them change and grow - it was peaceful and fulfilling. His favourite part was when a newtwo's mind first reached out telepathically - he imagined that it felt similar to a 'first word' or 'first steps' moment. As he reached the end of his checks, he found his eyes drawn to the last tube - empty, waiting. That wasn't much use to him. Gathering his garb onto himself with a wave of his paw, he teleported back to the highspire and launched himself into the air. He flew swiftly towards a landmass, arbitrarily chosen, which he would come to know as England. Slowing, he faded out of visibility as Mew had taught him. He descended in lazy spirals, mind reaching out to find the first signs of a miserable childmind. Upon detecting such a one, he followed it closely, allowing it to reel him in like a fish. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 22/12/2014 15:11 (9 Years ago) |
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What would happen if Mewtwo became a Professor? [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 22/12/2014 09:53 (9 Years ago) |
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What would happen if all the Pokemon Professors went on a research trip at the same time? [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 22/12/2014 09:48 (9 Years ago) |
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