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ATTENTION AUX JEUNES
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˗ˏˋ choi chaerin ˎˊ˗
▸▸ sure looks an awful lot like shin ryujin.
⤷ 19 years old. abyss class. student, waitress & barista.
specialty: necromancy magic. chaerin has the power to harness the magic of the dead as well as the power of death. while she definitely isn’t powerful enough (yet?? but i doubt she will ever be, anyway.) to induce death with a…like…. single touch, she can kill a plant, slowly, over a period of time, with immense concentration. it’s not like she likes using her magic much anyway, or has much use to, at that. the most she’s experimented with it was using it to say hi to her dead pet dog from when she was young.
my past? about that…
things you learn at age 18 :
parental love isn’t always unconditional.
( you learn that the hard way, when your parents’ gaze turn hard at the sight of ‘abyss’ printed in clear black ink. you hail from a long line of inferno class users, and there are absolutely no reasons for you to be anything but. easily, thousands of dollars are spent on your retests, and you’re forced to study how inferno type magic works, like you’re taking the csats and not a biological test with pretty much no room for error. )
behavioural stereotypes based on the type of magic you wield are a bunch of bullshit and can go to hell.
( if anyone would’ve not been an inferno user, it would’ve been your meek older brother, who, if someone had spilled soup on his lap, would’ve apologised to them. the family had joked about disowning him if the results came back as anything but inferno, and you’d laughed along with them. you sneak into his room later that night when you hear his sobs, and hug him as he cries about the very real possibility that he might not be an inferno user. who knew that three years later, you’d be the black sheep? )
your blood is the same red as everyone else’s.
( this test is probably the last. you can feel your parents giving up, starting to wrap their heads around the fact that yes, their daughter is an abyss magic user. they’re not sitting in the room with you and your mother isn’t arguing with the doctor about ‘doing it right and properly this time!’ you watch with an odd sense of detachment as they draw your blood and half-expect it to have suddenly turned into some black goop, like something straight out of a science fiction novel. )
people can say something but act differently.
( you’ve heard horror stories about abyss magic users. stories used by parents to spook their children about necromancers so powerful that eye contact with them is your one-way ticket to their army of the undead. your mother laughs at you when you come home from school one day, on the verge of tears because you’ve heard about how abyss magic users are scary, and tells you that some of her best friends are abyss-class. it seems that her opinion changes when it’s her own daughter, though. )
close a chapter to start a new one.
( everyone looks at you like you’re an anomaly (which, well, you are, but don’t be rude about it!) and you’re sick of it. the minute you’re done with your college entrance exams, you start looking for a room. your decision to move out is met with minimal resistance from your parents- they barely even speak to you anymore, and when they do it’s usually about your studies or the times you need more pocket money. )
the world isn’t as scary as you’d thought it’d be.
( while you’re exhausted by the time you can collapse in the comfort of the tiny room you rent, it’s much better than the place you used to call home. juggling two jobs on top of a degree proves to be near impossible, but hey, your track record shows that you’ve managed to beat the odds so far. what’s one more time? )
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…TILL MAY 4 (today!)
huang guanheng (hendery) * 7224
jung yoonoh (jaehyun) * 1166
…TILL MAY 6
jung soojung (krystal) * 2478
…TILL MAY 7
lee minho (lee know) * 4354
jeon jeongguk * 0644
…APPLICATIONS RECEIVED
kim mingyu (kim mingyu) * MESSAGED
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introducing…
˗ˏˋ tate kim ˎˊ˗
▸▸ sure looks an awful lot like kim taehyung.
⤷ 21 years old. inferno class. model.
specialty: static electricity. upon touch, he disrupts the positive and negative ions in either an object or a person to generate static shock. this can either be used as a warning or extremely detrimental, as a stronger disruption can cause sparks to fly - enough to cause a fire. because of this, his ability is extremely temperamental and he avoids getting too close to many people as a result.
my past? about that…
𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬. ━━ he makes many of them. when tate is younger, he’s told not to touch anyone by his mother who doesn’t really look at him. he’s not really sure why she doesn’t hold him or cover the wounds on his knees with a bandage and a kiss like the other mothers do. he thinks she’s pretty, even with the scar. he wants to see her smile at him, but she doesn’t. eventually he learns that it’s just easier not to cry. even when blood is dripping down his legs.
𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠. ━━ eventually, they leave by air to a place where no one knows them. he’s made one too many mistakes, and by now, tate is understanding why he shouldn’t touch other people. he is a quiet boy when he meets the new class. he stays away from all the kids that don’t bother to come play. they say there’s something wrong with him. ( but it is, in the end, how he meets jihae. and then he makes another mistake. )
𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. ━━ there’s a reason why they call him one. tate kim can draw you in but destroy from the inside out and he’s proved it. maybe that’s why he’s such a good model, one that paints billboards with a stony gaze. he looks up at himself, sometimes for hours. yes, he may be a terror. but he became a terror for just one person.
he doesn’t regret it.
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…TILL MAY 3 (today!)
jeon jeongguk * 7788
…TILL MAY 4
huang guanheng (hendery) * 7224
jung yoonoh (jaehyun) * 1166
…TILL MAY 6
jung soojung (krystal) * 2478
…APPLICATIONS RECEIVED
kim mingyu (kim mingyu) * MESSAGED
byun chaerin (shin ryujin) * ACCEPTED
tate kim (kim taehyung) * ACCEPTED
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Can we change our specialty after applying? Or just even add more specifications (clarifying more)
specialties can be altered, but we request that the class stay the same!
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…TILL MAY 3
jeon jeongguk * 7788
…TILL MAY 4
huang guanheng (hendery) * 7224
jung yoonoh (jaehyun) * 1166
…APPLICATIONS RECEIVED
kim mingyu (kim mingyu) * MESSAGED
byun chaerin (shin ryujin) * PENDING
tate kim (kim taehyung) * PENDING
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hhh were you guys possibly the admins of fabeln bc this rp gives me major fb vibes n i’m living!!! for!!! it
no, we’re not—sorry!!
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do you guys have a mobile nav link?
you can use this link! we’ll add it to our description!
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aaaand we’re officially open!! thank you so much to everyone who applied with us and made this a successful opening! any other applications from here on will be accepted on a rolling basis. please don’t be afraid to reach out and plot with your fellow members, guys!
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bibbityrp:
…TILL MAY 3
jeon jeongguk * 7788
…TILL MAY 4
huang guanheng (hendery) * 7224
kim taehyung (v) * 1230
jung yoonoh (jaehyun) * 1166
…APPLICATIONS RECEIVED
kim mingyu (kim mingyu) * MESSAGED
byun chaerin (shin ryujin) * PENDING
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introducing…
˗ˏˋ moon gaeul ˎˊ˗
▸▸sure looks an awful lot like park yeeun (ha:tfelt).
⤷ 28 years old. fauna class. apothecary owner.
specialty: gaeul can manipulate plant toxins, either drawing them out or amplifying them in potency. changing the structure of a toxin also allows her to heal, which is what she normally does for her apothecary. while she has a stronger tolerance, she isn’t completely immune and is also only able to manipulate the toxins with an existing source, unable to create her own.
my past? about that…
- moon gaeul is raised in a woman-only household composed of her mother, her two aunts, and her grandmother. her father is out of the picture as soon as her mother gives birth to her. growing up, that absence never bothered her one bit. not when she knew her family could provide more than her biological father ever could.
- they are all of different magic classes. fauna, celestial, inferno, sky. it made for a relatively chaotic upbringing in the moon household, where the women were already chaotic to begin with — though not necessarily in a bad way.
- the moon women run an apothecary below their apartment in seoul. it didn’t begin there though. the apothecary’s roots trace back to jeju island, where her great grandmother started it. gaeul spends the afternoons after class helping out in the shop, growing just as attached to it as her family.
- grandma passes away during her senior year. she’s never really known loss like this and isn’t too sure what to make of it when all that’s left behind of the matriarch is a bonsai tree.
- auntie seul fucks up a few months after that and accidentally burns the tree. for some reason, gaeul was expecting for it to just come back to life because surely grandma’s spirit will live on longer. but instead, it remains dead.
- later that night during dinnertime, she offhandedly mentions that grandma ditched them for the afterlife because she couldn’t stand the noise. her mother smacks her lightly on the back of her head. she smacks her sister as well, though not as lightly. they’re both stuck on dish duty.
- it’s great timing really. an unfortunate death but great timing nonetheless because gaeul is declared to be a fauna magic class user two weeks later, saving her mother and her aunts the struggle of learning how to replicate grandma’s recipes with their non-fauna magic.
- fast forward ten years and gaeul is all alone, running the apothecary by herself. kidding. auntie seul, the youngest of the three women, is still around sometimes. they all still moved out though, leaving the apartment upstairs to her. that is, if moving two blocks down actually counts as moving out. because if you ask gaeul, it doesn’t.
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introducing…
˗ˏˋ lee sehyung ˎˊ˗
▸▸sure looks an awful lot like jeon wonwoo.
⤷ 26 years old. inferno class. university student & hospital intern.
specialty: electricity: sehyung is able to draw energy from electric sources, as long as the voltage isn’t exacerbated. likewise, he can also create electricity by himself through friction. as a subcategory of a naturally destructive magic class, it’s harder to halt its usage than to put it into action–save for meticulous tasks, which require more refinement and ability. strong emotions disrupt sehyung’s control, creating random snaps and bursts that can lead to accidents. as a side effect, he’s also immune to low-voltage discharges and can change light bulbs without a single care. it’s great.
my past? about that…
the first five years are decent enough. good, you could say. he’s the first child of a newly-wed couple, living comfortably in the outskirts of a beach city in a rented house. sehyung isn’t a planned child, but his arrival is welcomed and celebrated nonetheless. both his parents are busy with work, so most of the time he’s left with grandparents–and, as it is with most of them, sehyung is free to do whatever he wants. it’s cozy, it’s ideal.
except it only lasts for five years. his father lands a promotion–a big promotion, and starts to work in a neighboring city. he only comes back home during holidays or weekends, but his absence is worth it considering how much his salary grows. his mother is thrilled. she quits her own job to become a stay-in mom, and while the subtle change is the best news for sehyung’s then five-years-old perspective, it twists the moment she develops a belly bump. ‘you’re having a sibling, sehyung,’ she tells him. he’s not sure if he wants a sibling. what if they steal his grandparents? his parents? his mother just laughs.
it’s not as if his opinion counts for anything, of course. he gets a sibling. a sister, who looks a lot like him. as expected, they grow close to each other quickly, and sehyung plays his older brother part well. but, there comes the next year: his mother is pregnant again. he has a brother. two more years, he gets another brother. four years later, when he’s settled with the idea it is what it is, finally, he gets one more sister.
it’s exhausting, draining. more so because his mother has a weird character; she loves babies, loves small children, but the moment they’re not cute and grossly slobbering all over themselves she indirectly gives them to sehyung and starts to plan the next kid. it’s his unspoken duty to be their missing father figure, and his duty to check on their affairs and correct their behavior because his mother is always busy with her own life. sehyung loves his siblings, he does. but he sadly doesn’t love them enough to be any more self-sacrificial for them when it’s not a clear necessity.
at nineteen, after waiting through a dreadful gap year, sehyung enlists into the army to get rid with his service as soon as possible. his parents tell him not to go that soon, but he doesn’t listen. it’s part of the plan–the one to avoid being under the same roof as five (and a half, counting his dad) other people. two years seem to go by faster than he thought, and his newly-developed power is more than useful around camp. once out, the next thing sehyung does is take the long-awaited college entrance exam. he succeeds. takes up a spot in a dental school in seoul, shocking everyone with his grades and uncharacterized interest in the healthcare system–and makes his family proud. makes himself proud. medicine is not his passion, barely an interest throughout these years, but more so an escape from the hellhole his family dynamics are. at least six years away from them sounds like a dream. he’s solely driven by the sheer power of ditching his people-provider fate.
he doesn’t ditch it, though. of course not–taking care of others is the core of any medical profession, and sehyung only realized that when he was in too deep. but it’s a lot better than back at home. he could even say he likes it. here, he gets money out of it all and grannies compliment him on his perceived handsomeness and caring nature. there, he gets bites and hormonal teenagers screaming at his face. a good deal.
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introducing…
˗ˏˋ park soeun ˎˊ˗
▸▸sure looks an awful lot like baek yerin.
⤷ 23 years old. abyss class. shopkeeper.
specialty: mediumship. soeun’s power allows her to communicate with the dead. because she is unable to turn her spiritual awareness off, it can be quite overwhelming for her to be in areas with large ghost populations. stronger spirits may be able to take control her body for a short period of time, using her as a bridge to the living. specific rituals are required to perform certain summonings.
my past? about that…
i.
she remembers the rain. heavy droplets pouring down her back, running down her marred cheeks like tears that are not her own. she pulls her eyes away from the figure growing smaller and smaller in the distance to look up at her mother, a shell of the woman she once was. softly, she asks “where is daddy going?” to which her mother responds with a sob that shakes the ground beneath her feet before leading them both back inside. they’ll never know. she’ll be forced to wonder, wander, wonder.
ii.
silent. brooding. these are the traits soeun grows into. in a house as suffocating as the one they own, there is no room to be anything else. with each man her mother brings over, the air gets a little thinner, the walls a little closer. but if home is a cage, then school is just more of the same. having never learned how to be heard, she keeps to herself. stuffed into tight corners and shielded by veils of darkness. even so, her classmates find ways to prey upon her. words like “witch” and “demon child” are hurled at her bearing the weight of slurs. in the dark of night, the only comfort she has are the spirits that float between distant realms. they tell their secrets, their woes, their joys like stories. soeun collects them all, wears them around her wrists like dangling charms. is there a cure to loneliness?
iii.
at sixteen, she asks herself: what makes a ghost? the answer comes in various forms. the only thing she can really be sure of is death. her mother dies without much fanfare, leaving behind traces of fear and contempt for the daughter she thought she wanted. the house is quieter these days. the walls creak with age, and ghosts continue to pass in and out. sometimes they stay awhile, and soeun forgets they’re no longer alive. she reaches out to touch them only to be met with frigid air. if the world was a better world and if she was a better her, it wouldn’t matter. but it does. she cares too much for her own good.
iv.
a fresh start. another chance at life. the ghosts still follow, but perhaps she can learn to live with them.
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˗ˏˋ jang kichan ˎˊ˗
▸▸sure looks an awful lot like choi minki (ren).
⤷ 24 years old. abyss class. rock band vocalist.
specialty: gravity, which he can manipulate within his own personal gravitational field. able to make himself heavy or light, to fall toward any direction other than towards the center of the earth, and to levitate/float both in place and while in motion. cannot influence/manipulate gravities of things that fall outside of arm’s or leg’s reach.
my past? about that…
is born and raised in gwangju; an only child
rarely sees his father, who works as an auto mechanic and spends most evenings out drinking until dawn with friends
is happy, however, to grow up with mom, a dedicated homemaker who teaches him to play piano, to sing, and to scrub the toilet to the point of sterility
kichan easily makes friends at school but earns the ire of staff for his mischievous streak. often held back to carry out punishments after class
powers start developing around the time he enters high school, the same time he starts a band with a classmate
their lineup changes too frequently for the band to find its footing and eventually both kichan and his friend drop the project
attends university, busking on weekends with a microphone and makeshift keyboard
finds himself in the throes of multiple dysfunctional and/or one-sided relationships that leave him with some trust issues
one in particular leaves him in a financial bind for a solid six months so!
drops out of university right before his second year, conscripting into the military as soon as he gets his accounts back in order
after service, kichan returns to the indie scene and through mutual friends joins a band in the works called hypobeam; then in need of another guitarist, kichan recruits his old friend from high school to jump into the formation
the members discover by chance that they are all abyss magic users—and collectively agree they’d be idiots not to incorporate their powers into their songwriting and performance
the band’s first appearance quickly put them on the map and hypobeam accrues a small cult following
worries aside, kichan’s mother (now divorced! and kichan is glad for it) understands and supports his decision to pursue music full-time; kichan promises he’ll take care of her as they grow old… and to start taking better care of himself
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˗ˏˋ bang yujin ˎˊ˗
▸▸sure looks an awful lot like jeon somin.
⤷ 23 years old. inferno class. sound engineer.
specialty: electricity generation: being able to create electric currents from her fingers, as well as being able to manipulate/enhance them. it is particularly useful when multitasking with various electronic instruments and equipment, where she can have them play entirely on their own without having to physically touch them. her abilities severely weaken in wet, rainy conditions.
my past? about that...
she’s the youngest of a musically inclined family, except “inclined” in this sense only applies to pursuing it strictly as a hobby. that changes with her, when relegating it to a pastime just isn’t enough. mom and pop don’t take the idea seriously, which was probably their first mistake.
you get back what you put out, karma says so, irregardless of the kind. for yujin it’s usually the good sort—as far as she knows, she hasn’t done anything that prompts otherwise. sticks to her guns and minds her business, though the experimentation with synths and snares borderlines obsessive.
there’s no hard feelings on her end, simply the questions of what for and why when they are adamant about her doing anything, anything but the arts. parents, they’re funny like that: pushing you between lessons and recitals for years like it’s do or die, then have the gall to act shocked when you want take all those hours and make a degree out of it.
in spite of the mental breakdowns, plan b’s c’s d’s, worked up impulses to drop out once and for all, she walks down that aisle somehow. the baby of the bang clan who doesn’t love them enough to do something practical with her life, her choice of education as proof. by now though, yujin’s a master of not only tuning in but tuning out.
at this point in life, nothing holds as much value and attention as the single thumb drive she’s had since the age of fifteen—a whopping 10GB worth of demos, edits, and remixes. a waste of time, or a stepping stone? it’s always a toss up depending on the day, but her resolve remains all the same.
getting a foot in through the door is definitely something, even if it’s not exactly what she’s had in mind. but this is the corporate music industry here, where getting to dip your toes even for a second is a privilege. it’s nothing but a waiting game from hereon out, and she’ll take what she can get in the meantime.
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˗ˏˋ yeom chul ˎˊ˗
▸▸sure looks an awful lot like choi chanhee (new).
⤷ 23 years old. celestial class. wedding planner.
specialty: dream magic: the ability to curate and manipulate dream sequences. for chul, it is limited to the duration of one’s active sleep rhythm, further inclusive of comas but not daydreams. the closer a full moon is to the time of the dream, the “sweeter” the experience is; full moon = full power, assuming the energy is pure. with the help of cosmic awareness, chul may occupy one’s subconscious himself to alter any element of the sequence for warning or sentiment’s sake. physical closeness is not required for the dream(s) to take place, but a (mutual) emotional bond with the dreamer is. though his involvement is an interference, whether direct or subtle, anything in conscientiousness is solely up to the person acting upon the knowledge/feelings they retain.
my past? about that...
give it up, or shoot for the stars. it’s essentially go big or go home, but the sky reference resonates better with him for reasons not yet figured. he’s only five. mom tells him he’s got stars in his eyes by not telling him anything at all, a glint in her own from across the table. dad is just as enamored with love and life, more affectionately known as her and him. pan out to reveal a bubble they exist in all by themselves, so special all the content appears as made-for-tv to those looking outside in. rumor has it that you wish you were them. it’s something to be blamed for, rightfully so.
they’re happy there. long enough for him to grasp tight onto it at the time it slips away like that, as if it’s his job to have a ball trying to recreate said feeling for the rest of his life. he’ll never come close, for a while not at all convinced that he won’t. it’d been long enough for him to honor it now, to not mourn for too long at a time. fifteen years of the good, the bad, and the ugly. day, noon, and night. good, better, best all feeling the same.
remakes of something that good may be a hit or miss, but he’s fearing this might not be either one.
time and time again from then on, it’s go big or go home. he’s lost a sense of what big is, misses home in the way that his bones ache. not in the way where you carry ibuprofen around like candy. not yet, not yet, not yet. he’s only eighteen. for every morning he wakes up, he wonders how much more forward he could look to the next one. they’ll tell him he’s lucky the mind is a blank canvas in his hours of rest, but how is that tried and true if all he ever craves is an extension of what reality wishes it could be? lucid, stagnant, a mix of both. anything. god, he’ll take whatever.
a gamble with the darkness follows and lands him on his feet. it could’ve been his bottom, face, knees. but the atmosphere’s figured he’s had his fair share of that, sirius, betelguese, and vega calling a team meeting prior to give this kid a chance at his own definition of happy. bonafide, legitimately tried and true. for real, for real, for real. to give is to receive is to heal, this a resonance that soothes his bones to the point of no qualms. is he right to trust it or just naive? he can’t say he isn’t excited to find out. the feeling’s welcome once more. it’s not new. welcome home. being sent off with a the rest is up to you, he feels he’s heading somewhere now. if it’s not home, it might be the next best thing. close enough.
he said he’d take whatever, but the night insists this is better. stars aligned for you to be here, more as a favor. anything else wouldn’t have gone. so fine. the universe wins this one. in, this time, a good way.
shoot for the stars. it’s a standalone sentiment, no means of giving up in plain sight. he does it aimlessly, throws darts on a never-ending wheel, blind trust all he knows. he’s twenty-three, like that song by iu but not. thinks he’ll want to be twenty-five, not at all like that iu song. it’ll be more than fine if he’s heading anywhere but down. aimlessly for the stars, endgame. it’s all the same.
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˗ˏˋ noh jiae ˎˊ˗
▸▸sure looks an awful lot like choi yerim (choerry).
⤷ 17 years old. undetermined class. high school senior.
specialty: undetermined.
my past? about that…
- although she was born in seoul on a warm summer evening, noh jiae was briskly whisked away at the age of three to the countryside before she could familiarise herself with the big city.
- the countryside was nice, especially for her parents who both thrived alongside nature. however, as she grew older, she constantly found herself wishing for more, dreaming of a city she never knew and of what lies beyond it.
- but that wasn’t the reason behind the messes she often got into around town. her personality is to blame for that. an unstoppable ball of energy that their small, countryside town couldn’t handle — neither could her parents.
- she’s sent on the next bus back to seoul. her aunt, who runs a bakery in the city, picks up her niece at the station. jiae is one step closer to what she wants. her parents are free of a heavy weight. her aunt gets a new ( unlisted ) attendant for the bakery. everyone wins.
- starting fresh isn’t easy, especially when it comes to high school. as it turns out, she picked up a bit of an accent back home but it’s cute, as her new friends say, so it’s perfectly fine. but aside from that, things are surprisingly smooth-sailing. it’s all thanks to her bubbly personality, she thinks.
- hopefully, her parents weren’t expecting her to clean up her act. because she gets into sticky messes just as often as she did before, only now, they can’t necessarily threaten her with expulsion. not when she has one of the best grades in her cohort, which is the result of hard work, mind you.
- so she dyes her hair — much to the teaching staff’s chagrin — and begins adding some flair to her uniform, individuality being very important to the girl. her aunt isn’t exactly pleased nor is she unamused by all this, but it’ll only really bother her when she gets in proper trouble for it.
- nearing the age of eighteen, jiae can only hope that she’s different from her parents. not that she has anything against those with floral magic, but celestial magic is pretty dang cool.
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