[Scoria/Crafting Quest] Refill and Repair - end

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Sarum Expedition Crafting Mission

We need crafters to work on various tasks
relating to equipment and item maintenance.
Frontliners need potions
and their weapons, armor, accessories repaired.
The camp will require maintenance of machinery
and wooden structuring.
Chefs and brewers are needed
to keep everyone's morale up.
Your contribution toward this task
will be rewarded adequately.

NPC: Rose

List of Objectives:

- Craft fried meal: 0/3
- Repair grimoires: 0/3

Participants:
[Chef] @dindeen Lv21
[Scribe] Scoria Lv21

Subclass: Chef | Equipped: Pitch-black Yukata | Tools: Cooking Utensils - :: -Skill: Iron Stomach (Passive)

“ Scoria... your baby! “ Caerbannog yelled, if that was possible, through telepathy, “ Can meet baby in Sarum? On my way! “

It was less of a question and more an expectation. Who knows what she’d do if she did not have her weekly dose of baby presence? Cry a river, perhaps. Kick a door down, maybe. Who knows? In any case, the samurai was so sure that Scoria would show up with his baby or the puppy- she’d prefer the baby- thus she went ahead to Sarum. Ah, the new frontier... not so new when you’ve been there 937 times before but hey! She’d be adventuring with a new ‘friend’ so-

Or not.

Rose, the ever-nice brown-haired middle-aged lander, found Caerbannog. Again. It would seem that the woman had a radar that detected the diminutive samurai specifically for despite the presence of other adventurers, the wolf-hair was chosen from the crowd. Much like some time ago, the lander handed a stack of ads to the chef and said that she’d return once the girl was done. Caerbannog did have her armor and weapon out, but with that development she hid away her nagamaki and ooyoroi and just walked around in her yukata, boots and shorts- all black.

The wolf-hair sat down on one of the stalls set up for chefs and she picked a quest for her subclass. It required her to cook some fried meal which would ‘Remind adventurers of home’. She wondered if that meant Londenium or London, the real one in the real world. As she waited for the baby and her tag-along Scoria, Caerbannog flipped over the other ads and only then realized that she did not know what Scoria’s subclasses were. And so she’d let the Turtle decide on which ad to take once he arrived at Sarum.

OOC Notes: ---
Word Count: 305	Tags: Party list

HP	100%
MP	100%
Exp	0

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[Scoria]

Scoria was, truthfully, already close to Sarum at the time. Having already pilfered one particular upgrade tool for a certain university-related Scribe, he was on the hunt for anyone else who didn't want those objects. He couldn't exactly understand why anyone wouldn't, but perhaps they just didn't have anyone else to trade them to. Scoria mused to himself as he considered the possibility of creating something like a pawn shop, reselling items people didn't want, preferably for some sort of profit. He had already gone on one 'crafting' adventure with someone here and after what he had done last time, most of the Landers steered clear of him. He supposed he understood the sentiment. At any rate, he had been on his way back from Sarum when the sudden holler of an excitable Samurai met his ears. Oh, Caer. She wanted to meet Alraune again, he took it?

Scoria almost didn't agree. The last thing he needed was more reasons for Alraune to not actually pay any attention to him and she seemed to favor Caer over Scoria to somewhat of an extreme. Tugging uncomfortably at his attire and wondering if maybe he needed a loose tie to go with the blazer-shirt combo, Scoria made a 180 and walked back towards Sarum. The forest sprite hadn't been around today, refusing to heed his summon earlier, but perhaps he could explain that to @dindeen? Maybe, in fact, he'd be able to convince her to make an appearance. Scoria's glaring visage turned back towards the camp as he walked in, slowly meandering through the area and quietly munching an apple in a corner. He looked a little suspicious, admittedly, but no one really wanted to inquire, so he got away scot-free. Perhaps the benefit of being a Courtesan and having the power to force Landers to back off just by standing around and giving them looks.

The black-themed Samurai was spotted quickly, the moment she was accosted by a Lander. Scoria pushed off from the pole he was leaning on to go see if he could 'convince' the Lander to back off, but before he knew it, the Samurai had some papers in her hands. He had seen the armor and wondered what a measly level 10 could do with a level 60, so he was privately a little glad that this adventure was one that didn't require him to fight. If Alraune was going to be around, then he'd be better off doing some crafting or whatever. Publicly, he scowled and stepped forward, realizing he had been lost in thought and the chef had already set up in her chef position thing. Right, scribes. Hadn't he thrown a fuss about how scribes were being abused last time? True to his expectations, the number of scribes at the 'scribe stalls' were exactly... zero. Well, one, now hat he was headed over there. The next moment, he was dragging everything, stall and all, to sit over by the chef area. He ignored the people mumbling and saying stereotypical things like 'hey!' and 'watch it!' over and over. Were they really not NPCs?

Oh, time for an explanation. Glaring and frowning, Scoria let his hands rest on his 'stall' as he attempted to explain. "She refused to show up when I called. I'll try again but... Forest brat, Caerbannog wants to see you." Scoria let out a soft sigh and placed his hand forward over his stall, letting the magic flow through him. He was probably a strange druid, seeing as you could force a familiar to show up if you wanted them, but if they didn't want to, Scoria didn't make a fuss about it. She hadn't shown up earlier, and Scoria didn't imagine she'd show up this time either. "Auntie? Auntie!"

...Okay. So she'd show up for Caerbannog but not her own summoner. Scoria didn't even have room to do a tsukkomi to that boke, seeing as the baka in question had come to be in front of the chef stall. A moment later, the potato sack forest sprite was running around the chef stall until she got a good hold on Caer's leg. "Haaaaaaaaaaiiiii." Almost as if she couldn't resist, she turned to face Scoria and then flipped him the bird. Huffing, the druid sat down at his 'Scribing' stall and kept an eye on the forest brat. He didn't want her falling into any sort of frying pan, though he suspected Caer would murder anyone who made any hostile moves towards the sprite.

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[attr="class","quest"]

Sarum Expedition Crafting Mission

We need crafters to work on various tasks
relating to equipment and item maintenance.
Frontliners need potions
and their weapons, armor, accessories repaired.
The camp will require maintenance of machinery
and wooden structuring.
Chefs and brewers are needed
to keep everyone's morale up.
Your contribution toward this task
will be rewarded adequately.

NPC: Rose

List of Objectives:

- Craft fried meal: 0/3
- Repair grimoires: 0/3

Participants:
[Chef] @dindeen Lv21
[Scribe] Scoria Lv21

Subclass: Chef | Equipped: Pitch-black Yukata | Tools: Cooking Utensils - :: -Skill: Iron Stomach (Passive)

While the chef was waiting for Scoria, whom she really really expected to show up despite all the odds against her, Caerbannog had separated the stacks of ads into smaller stacks for each subclass. She thought that it would please the glaring Turtle if she made things easier for him. After all, she was the one who invited him to Sarum and if she wasn't a good ‘host’ then that would be rude, right? Not that she wanted to see Scoria or anything even though she thought he was really cool ‘coz he could shoo landers away, the samurai just wanted his baby. And by baby, that meant the super cute forest sprite of the Alraune kind.

Once the stacks were neatly put in place atop her work area, Caerbannog pulled out the pots and pans from the compartment beneath the stall. The stove was already in place and so the chef put a pan on it, turned up the fire to medium and let it slowly heat up. Just as she looked up, a familiar figure in a blazer-shirt approached the nearby scribe stall. He seemed pretty uncomfortable. Perhaps it was the climate of Sarum or its eternal dust clouds or maybe he needed a loose tie to go with his shirt? In any case, Caerbannog waved enthusiastically at the obvious scribe right until he said that the baby refused to show up.

Initially disappointed, the wolf-hair looked up at Scoria with her bright blue eyes all wide and twinkling once she heard the familiar voice of his forest sprite. The baby then ran over to the chef’s stall and circled around it until she managed to latch herself onto the wolf-hair’s leg. It seemed that the girl was less of a Speedy Turtle and more of an Auntie now. Caerbannog made a strange sound, something that she rarely ever let out even in the real world. It was a sound that most girls coughed up at the slightest provocation, but for the black-haired German, it was only reserved for the most adorable ones that she was extremely fond of. And by extremely fond of, I mean EXTREMELY fond of.

Caerbannog squeed.

“ EEE?! “ the chef was so happy that she ignored the sprite’s rude gesture altogether; Papa Capsule was not around to scold the baby either so the summon would probably be spoiled further faster than you can say ‘brat’, “ How are you today cutieeeeeeeeeeeee~? “

The wolf-hair then spent a few minutes cuddling, nuzzling, patting and hugging the sprite as passers-by looked weirdly at her. Caerbannog did not care about the stares though. SHE HAD SCORIA’S BABY GODDAMMIT! Anyway, soon enough the girl calmed down and remembered that she had to give a stack of scribe stuff requests to Scoria. It was the highest stack amongst all the ads. Some were requests for crafting but most were requests for repairs. In particular, a quest asked for a minimum repair requirement of merely three grimoires. Not too difficult, right? Probably. Considering the nature of the Sarum Expedition though, adventurers may return to camp with nearly-dead books.

“ Scoria-ku... uh, Scoria, “ the chef then stood up after she cuddled the baby one last time and put her gently down on the ground, “ For scribe... “

Caerbannog picked up the stack of scribe requests and handed it to the glaring druid. She was used to that face of his. He was probably capable of really mean things and could possibly really hurt people one way or another, but aren't all human beings like that? Her experience in the real world attested to that. Getting beaten and then abandoned by one’s own mother wasn't really reassuring of the kindness of humans. So yea, the samurai probably had an optimistic tunnel vision. After all that insight, the chef walked back to her stall and prepped her things. A chopping board, knives, plates and bowls; she turned the fire down to low so that the oil would not boil over but still remain hot for her purpose.

To her surprise, a container beneath the stall had different kinds of meat and another one contained vegetables. She looked over to Rose, the lander, who stood a little ways beyond the stalls and gave her a thumbs-up sign. Caerbannog smiled and waved to the lady; that saved her a trip into the tents to look for ingredients. Scoria’s stall also had some stuff but they were just the basic things for crafting and repairing. Rose didn't know him after all, she only knew the vertically-challenged samurai-chef Caerbannog. So anyway, the chef took out a large piece of what seemed to be pork belly, or rather, boar belly. Before she set to work on it though, she checked and made sure that the summon was not doing anything dangerous.

“ Cutie, knives and fire and oil are hurty...don’t touch them, okay? “ the girl reminded the baby, “ Auntie will be very sad if baby got hurt... “

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Word Count: 830	Tags: Party list

HP	100%
MP	100%
Exp	0

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[Scoria]

Oh, the ads were in stacks. Had @dindeen done that? Scoria had been zoned out for a while so he hadn't noticed, but he suspected that she was responsible for the neat stacking. Still, if there was a reason for it that he didn't understand, he didn't want to be picking up her stuff and moving it around. He understood very well what having someone mess with your workspace felt like, so the Druid simply waited patiently as his familiar and the Chef interacted. He considered asking how she was, but the squeeing girl had already asked that of his familiar, so there wasn't anywhere for him to cut in again. Instead, he continued to work on getting his workstation ready. It sounded like Alraune was really fond of Caerbannog and it was altogether obvious that the reverse was true, so there wasn't any need to butt in on that.

Alraune reached up to hug Auntie Speedy Turtle, trying to wrap her smaller arms around the Chef's neck as she giggled and made small, child-like laughs. If the forest sprite were to be absolutely truthful, she had not been having a good day. It wasn't as though she simply vanished from existence when she wasn't summoned, she just... went elsewhere. Talked to other sprites. Regular Alraune things. But she hadn't been having the best of days, right up until she heard those words through the summoning channel. "Happy to see you!" And that much was the truth. Scoria was no source for being cheered up, but Caerbannog made the forest sprite happy just by being around her. Practically all smiles at this point, the sprite made very sure not to get too excited and release her pollen and spores on her friend, instead just being very affectionate with the Samurai.

Scoria might have just let it go, had Landers and Adventurers alike not decided to gawk awkwardly. He would have let it go had they just moved on, but there were a few of those Lander types that were staring awkwardly and refusing to leave. Scoria took careful stock of the flies, noting that two of the Landers were girls in their late teens (probably why they had no sense of social niceties yet) as well as one older woman in her 30s or so and this one portly dude. Whatever. They were all going to suffer. Scoria tilted his stall slightly and pushed his papers beneath the stall, raising his fingers to snap. Just before he managed to, however, his eyes flicked to Caerbannog's stand and he only just barely managed to stifle a sigh. Right. Oil. Stepping over while Alraune and Caerbannog continued to do whatever it was they were doing, Scoria retrieved his 'basic cloth armor' object and finagled it around the top of the stall so it acted like a rain shield, without touching Caerbannog's actual workspace.

Why did they need a rain shield? Scoria snapped his fingers and Called the Storm is why. He had sufficiently protected Caer's workspace and his was pretty empty, so he was more or less safe as far as that went. He watched with a glare as the elder woman and portly man scurried off, but it seemed like those two girls were standing around freaking out. Had they never suffered through a sudden rainstorm before? It was just a drizzle too, he had made sure of that when casting the spell. The main point, however, was that they were wearing white cotton shirts (what kind of idiot wore only that out here in Sarum?) and were now thoroughly embarrassed by Scoria's glaring. It wasn't like he gave a damn, but they were sixteen and self-centered. Shivering and rushing up to him to tell him off, the duo were unfortunately met with the full force of a Scoria glare and a rather snide comment. "What, you don't like being looked at?" It wasn't intended to be some sort of sexist comment about how they should enjoy gazes or something, Scoria wasn't that stupid. He just happened to be the kind of person to reverse a situation and force understanding. One of the girls got in a slap to his face before they hollered something unintelligible and ran away, leaving Scoria to send the storm away. Clear skies once more.

He had probably maybe accidentally broken up Alraune and Caer's hugging spree, but again, the storm was more of a drizzle. Once the storm passed, the Druid carefully removed his rain shield from Caer's stall, making sure to dump the water in front of the stall before leaving his armor to dry by his stall. Oh, Caerbannog was hanging him an ad flyer thing. She really had set them up for him. That was kind of her. He nodded in thank you as he continued to glare, harder than before, finally opening his mouth to speak. "Sankyuu, senpai. Hourai de ii kedo... " There. He had done it. He had gone and given this woman his last name as an alternative, if she wanted to use it. He had even thrown in a joking thank you, despite it coming out as a complete deadpan. He knew full well she at least spoke Japanese a bit and it looked to be part of her usual customs, so he offered her his last name as an acknowledgment of her nature. It wasn't like she had to use it, he only intended to respond properly. After all, he was actually kind of maybe a little bit fond of the Samurai. She didn't slap him in the face, after all.

Well, perhaps it was more accurate to say that Scoria held a little bit of extra respect for the Chef. Taking the ad carefully, he placed it in the corner and pulled out a long piece of paper, scribbling out a stylized "Repairing Grimoires Here" across it with all the speed and grace of a half-decent Scribe. Wrapping that around the front of his stall, he sat down and waited for people to show up. Like Caerbannog had noted, Rose had supplied only one of them with special materials. Scoria had repair stuff, but not stuff to repair, so he sat there with his hands folded on the table, glaring. It was therefore natural that no one even bothered to walk forward to talk to him, even though he was the only scribe in the area. What, were there no mages in all of Sarum? Alraune was giving Caerbannog a thumbs up and humming softly as she stuck close to the Samurai, so at least those two were making some progress. Or something. The longer he waited, the deeper his glare set in, until finally some scrawny kid walked up to his stall. This girl couldn't have been more than four and a half feet tall, maybe in her high school years. She was freaking tiny was the point. "Y-You do repairs?"

Oh god, she was stupid too. Everyone gets one though, so Scoria pointed as nicely as a glaring 6 foot tall behemoth could at the sign he had set up. 'Repairing Grimoires Here'. It was right there. She nodded and moved through her inventory before pulling out what could only be considered a hellish cross between a complete encyclopedia of everything, the dictionary of every word you never wanted to know about, and a freaking table. The 'grimoire' she hefted up was two and a half feet long and wide, a foot thick, and so heavy Scoria wondered how this brat even held it. Was this a melee bludgeoning weapon? Was she going to beat him with it if he didn't succeed? "...Okay." What the hell.

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[attr="class","quest"]

Sarum Expedition Crafting Mission

We need crafters to work on various tasks
relating to equipment and item maintenance.
Frontliners need potions
and their weapons, armor, accessories repaired.
The camp will require maintenance of machinery
and wooden structuring.
Chefs and brewers are needed
to keep everyone's morale up.
Your contribution toward this task
will be rewarded adequately.

NPC: Rose

List of Objectives:

- Craft fried meal: 1/3
- Repair grimoires: 0/3

Participants:
[Chef] @dindeen Lv21
[Scribe] Scoria Lv21

Subclass: Chef | Equipped: Pitch-black Yukata | Tools: Cooking Utensils - :: -Skill: Iron Stomach (Passive)

Although the blue-eyed wolf-hair did not mind the passers-by and the onlookers, and therefore did not notice their rudeness, she did notice the rain. More like a drizzle but it would have been enough to upset her crafting if not for Scoria. Rather clueless about the skillset of druids and knowing only that they threw toddlers around and could call up rude wolves, Caerbannog did not know that the same guy who put a shirt-thing over her stall to protect it was the same one who called the storm. All she knew was that Scoria was a very nice person who shielded her crafts from getting wet, and that he could be referred to as Hourai... wait, Japanese? Hourai-san! He told her his real name? Or rather, his real last name?!

“ Kyuu desu! “ the chef pointed to herself before the druid walked away.

Her first name, probably too informal, too familiar... but Schwarz wasn't Japanese enough, or at all, to pair up with honorifics. And she sure wasn't going to use her horrible mother’s family name, too many bad memories associated with it. It happened. He was the first adventurer to ever tell the wolf-hair his real name, or at least part of it; and that was the first time ever in Elder Tale that the chef gave away even part of her name to anyone, aside from Ryuu of course. What did that mean? That they were friends, of course! Right? That’s what it meant to her at least. Friends were awesome! Not that she wanted too many of them, but one or two that you could trust at a personal level in Elder Tale was a great achievement- to her at least. From then on the wolf-hair worked on her stuff with a wide smile.

But anyway, time to work on her crafts. What was she going to cook? Bacon, of course. There was no such cut ready among the given ingredients so the girl had to prepare the slices on her own. With a sharp, slim knife she cut into a piece of pork belly and slid the blade horizontally towards her left until a long strip separated from the rest of the slab of meat. One bacon. She repeated the process. Two bacon. Last one. Three bacon. That should do.

The cooking oil was sufficiently heated up by then and so Kyuu put some sugar, salt and pepper on the piece of meat and tossed it into the pan. There was not enough sugar to caramelize the pieces of meat, but just enough to offset the generous amount of salt that she put on it. The pepper, of course, was not supposed to make it spicy or hot but instead was a deterrent to the usual stinky pork smell. The bacon strips soon sizzled in the pan and began to bleed out its fat. Once the meat was golden brown and looked rather crisp, the chef pulled them out of the pan and broke them up to bits and pieces on a plate.

The chef then took out a bowl and broke five large white eggs into it. The things looked like chicken eggs, but who knows? She then beat the eggs but not too hard so that they would not have any of those horrible air bubbles which would make ugly holes in an omelet. Kyuu rummaged through the stall and found some cheese, though only a small cut of what seemed to be ordinary cheddar; she grated a bit of it into the omelet, put salt and pepper to taste, and lastly dropped a teaspoon of dried basil on the thing. The broken up bacon was then added to the mix which she promptly combined and put into the hot oil on the pan. She made sure that the fire was on its lowest setting so that the omelet would not get burned before the egg was cooked by the oil’s temperature. After about a minute, a slightly runny omelet was done and so Kyuu folded it and slipped it out of the pan. A very bacony Bacon and Cheese Omelet was set on a large plate and cut into smaller parts for some people to eat. Soon enough, the smell of bacon wafted through the air far enough for adventurers and landers to notice, and a small crowd approached the chef who was washing her utensils to get ready for her next dish.

The cute forest sprite had been with her all that time, but Kyuu was careful not to let the baby touch anything too hot or anything sharp. She was going to take care of that adorable thing, and take care of Scoria’s name too for both were entrusted to her. Speaking of names, she was curious- but wouldn't be surprised if she was ignored altogether or even laughed at.

“ Baby... Scoria Turtle is Hourai-san... Auntie Speedy Turtle is Kyuu-san, “ she whispered to the sprite as people gathered around, “ And baby is? “

OOC Notes: ---
Word Count: 835	Tags: Party list

HP	100%
MP	100%
Exp	0

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[Scoria]

Scoria's eyes turned sideways to glance at the Samurai, blinking as she responded in Japanese. That was... strangely comfortable. Scoria could feel his glare easing up as he turned fully to face the chef, taking in her name properly and giving her the attention she should naturally be afforded. To be frank, he was surprised she had responded in kind. Scoria had a "even if I do something, you have no obligation to return the favor" policy, and he expected much the same from other people. But she had responded with... that didn't sound like a last name. Well, he wasn't giving her his. 'Ash' was not a Japanese-sounding first name at all and even if he had introduced himself with his real last name, they weren't really that familiar, were they? Still, Scoria felt that he owed the chef this much. Tipping his head down just far enough to be considered a bow, Scoria spoke quietly. "Un. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu." Aisatsu, was it? Well, the duo had completed their proper introductions, so Scoria continued his business, returning to his stall.

After the midget with the massive book had arrived, Scoria got to what could be considered work. His eyes flicked to the chef and her work every so often, curiously watching her work with a giant smile. He knew she was happy about Alraune being around, but that kind of sustained happiness was pretty exaggerated. Was she happy about something else? Speaking of Alraune, the forest sprite was wobbling around the area, finding herself a perch to observe both her Auntie and 'Regular Turtle', eyes hopping between the chef's work and Scoria's rather empty workstation. She squinted at her druid's lack of work, as though he was pretty lazy, but he had just been a little startled by how... well that conversation had gone. He didn't know about most people, but when he had conversations, the other party was usually scowling or uncomfortable at the end of it.

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{Anyway, repairs.} Scoria's eyes turned towards the book, not sure exactly how he was expected to repair something like this. The book was a behemoth, if it could be called that, and so heavy that Scoria had trouble even lifting the cover and flipping through it. This thing was ridiculously massive and he couldn't help but flip through it, looking for pages that might be damaged or folds, rips, and tears in the pages. If the book didn't spew out magic well anymore, it was most likely a result of the magic circles and writings inside the book being damaged, but try as Scoria might, he couldn't find any evidence of the pages being damaged. In fact, it had that distinct smell of a fresh book when he opened it, almost as though the book had never been opened before. ...Wait a second. Scoria's burning glare turned to lock onto the individual who had requested the item, his hands coming up to access the interface. Name: Something not important. Level: Some high level that's also not important. Class: Monk.

"You..." Scoria wasn't sure how he felt about this. Why was a monk using a weapon like this? He just didn't get it, but he had been employed to repair it, so repair it he would. Still, he had to ask. The player's hands moved to undo the binding on the book, realizing what the main problem here was quickly. If the book had seen no use, that meant this kid was using it as a bludgeoning weapon of some sort. The cover corroborated his theory, with the edges bent in like a book that had been treated a little too roughly, scratches across the cover here and there. Careful to keep the pages in place, Scoria turned his glare straight onto the monk in question. "Why is a monk using a mage grimoire...?"

"B-But that's a monk weapon! My friends told me so! Th-they said it was a really hard to use weapon for monks, s-so... I got this one because it suits me better." Of course it did. Scoria's scowl deepened. He hated stuttering. He hated it, but his free hand hadn't clenched into a fist for that reason. This kid had gotten this big book because the smaller ones didn't do enough melee damage. Just how hard did this kid have to... He was going to regret poking his nose into other people's business. He knew it already. It was going to be annoying and problematic and he didn't want to do it, but he found himself getting involved anyway. The process of replacing the cover was fairly simple, he just needed to remove the old cover, then redo the binding on the pages, then add in the new cover and throw in some glue and abuse those fibers that made paper into parchment. The first step was just careful prying, while the second and third steps were combined into one by applying a watery substance that had been provided to him.

Scoria's hands moved to unravel some of the fibers to provide extra grip, then slapped the new cover on and let it settle and dry. Done. Not that bad. Setting the book down on top of his stall, Scoria got the attention of his monk customer. The player attempted to reach for the book, but Scoria slapped his hand away and glared. "Payment." The monk looked confused, naturally. After all, this was a bit of a volunteer effort and payment wasn't required at all. Scoria knew that as well, especially because materials were provided and there was some inherent 'character building' or something. Still, he demanded payment. The monk tried to summon her wallet, but again he slapped her hand. Roughly, Scoria sat the midget down next to him and dumped the book in her lap. "Have a favorite place?" "What...?"

Scoria's glare (and Courtesan subclass) didn't really brook any arguments, he just stared until the girl stuttered out a reply. "The trains from before?" "Alright. Close your eyes and pretend you're on the train. What does it sound like? What does it smell like? What does it look like? Using this object requires a strong imagination and a strong conviction. You want to use this monk weapon correctly? Imagine you're in your favorite place. Think. Got it?" He waited for the girl to nod her head before he slipped one of her hands into the book itself, across the words written in that magic ink. "Take that feeling with you. The feeling is important. Feel. Then let that feeling run through your fingers, like trains on the tracks, into the book." The book seemed to almost sputter to life, like it had its engine restarted, and a small, pale orb of light formed above the book. Scoria thought it looked a little like the headlights of a train.

"Eyes open. Congrats. Now shoo." Scoria waited for the girl to open her eyes, orbs sparkling at the sight of the magic. Trying to teach non-mage classes to use grimories was difficult, but he was technically not a mage class himself, so he had experience. The kid looked like she wanted to say something, but the druid smacked her upside the head and forced her to go away. Sighing and slumping back into his chair, Scoria dropped his chin to the table and glared at everyone in sight. He had let himself get involved. Ugh. That should have counted for like... 3 requests, right? He was done now, right? He had even lied through his teeth and said some ridiculous things, so he was totally done now. Of course he wasn't.

Kicking the chair his customer had sat on over, Scoria glanced over at Alraune. She was still fine. One repair done. Scoria's eyes glanced through the crowds as he took in the smell of bacon and waited. Someone would show up eventually. Probably. His request was unfortunately answered by a rather tall high school girl in a skirt. What was with these kids, did they think he was their kind or something? Unlike the stuttering girl who had come earlier, this girl was dressed somewhat flashy, but was actually of a mage class. One look at her interface and Scoria had the woman pegged as a summoner. Which was fine and all, right up until said summoner began pelvic thrusting right in front of him. What the hell was this. He would have been glaring more, had weak grimoire bolts not whizzed past his face for a few moments. Right up until the girl stopped her weird dance, dropped her skirt, and tossed it straight at Scoria's face. "Fix it."

He let the garment fall to the stall's surface, quietly wondering why people thought it was appropriate to throw clothing at him, but it was around then that Caer asked her question. Scoria strongly debated taking some time to tell this new customer that he was a scribe and not a tailor or alchemist, glaring at her and slowly realizing this was actually her grimoire. He turned the skirt inside out and sighed. Yeah. Grimoire pages. Okay. He turned to glance over at Caer and Alraune to see how they were doing, only to see Caer whispering conspiratorially to the forest sprite. He couldn't read lips or he'd have noted he'd tried all sorts of tactics to get her name, but the sprite just avoided it, so he stopped asking. She never really seemed to have a reaction to it though, until now.

The forest sprite suddenly started bawling, hugging Caerbannog's leg and letting her pollen billow outwards, clearly upset. Her cries weren't very loud, but she was clearly sobbing and hugging Caer's leg, looking absolutely miserable. "Eh? What... what happened?" Scoria's eyes flicked from Alraune to Caer, one free hand telling his customer to bugger off until later. He was careful not to phrase it so he looked like he was placing any blame on either party, but this was rare. That kid wasn't the type to get upset often and Scoria could count on his fingers the number of times she had been legitimately angry, so why was she crying? Scoria's glaring expression was pulled taut, almost as if he wasn't capable of making any other expression in this situation, but his eyes were focused on his familiar. The creature's sobs subsided slowly, until she was just sniffling quietly, pollen having ceased its spread. She refused to answer Scoria, just looked straight at the ground and hugged Caer's leg. That was way too weird.

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Sarum Expedition Crafting Mission

We need crafters to work on various tasks
relating to equipment and item maintenance.
Frontliners need potions
and their weapons, armor, accessories repaired.
The camp will require maintenance of machinery
and wooden structuring.
Chefs and brewers are needed
to keep everyone's morale up.
Your contribution toward this task
will be rewarded adequately.

NPC: Rose

List of Objectives:

- Craft fried meal: 1/3
- Repair grimoires: 1/3

Participants:
[Chef] @dindeen Lv21
[Scribe] Scoria Lv21

Subclass: Chef | Equipped: Pitch-black Yukata | Tools: Cooking Utensils - :: -Skill: Iron Stomach (Passive)

Landers and adventurers gathered around the chef’s stall and she gave them parts of the omelet wrapped up in tissue, or something of equivalent material or strength, so that they could just take the food item and get the hell out of there. Things seemed to be going well until the forest sprite bawled. Some of the people around the stall stared while others backed away without a word. Kyuu looked down at the baby who hugged her leg and cried her eyes out. The chef did not know what to do. Much like the times when a friend of hers cried or just seemed miserable altogether, the girl was clueless. She could only figure that it was her fault for asking the baby’s name, since that was their last discussion before the flood of tears.

“ Oh no cutie... “ the wolf-hair pulled a low stool over and sat down on it, then she patted the little one’s head and hugged her tightly, “ I’m so sorry. “

She did not know why the question upset the forest sprite, just that it was her fault and hers alone. Kyuu looked over to the druid; her wide smile was gone of course and tears seemed to be forming at the corners of her eyes. The girl did not care about the exact reason; she upset the forest sprite and that was that. The thought alone made her cry, and soon enough Kyuu’s inner child surfaced. Now instead of just one little person crying, there were two crying ones at the chef stall. By then, the landers and adventurers had scattered, not wanting to get caught up in the mess.

“ I’m sorry, Hourai-san, “ Kyuu cried between sobs and ‘waaaaaaaaaaa’s, “ I didn’t mean to make her cry! “

It was quite the sight what with a sobbing summon in the arms of a crying girl. Maybe it did not look pretty at all from a third person perspective... two tearful ones and a really tall, glaring person stood nearby. In any case, Rose had gone off somewhere and did not see the commotion so the lander would not be able to help with the situation. The mess had to be cleared up if they were to continue with the repairs and cooking, and an emotional chef wasn’t exactly reliable at that point.

OOC Notes: ---
Word Count: 390	Tags: Party list

HP	100%
MP	100%
Exp	0

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[Scoria]

Scoria was about five seconds from flipping a table. He had been especially considerate about how he acted and phrased things, so it wouldn't look like he was blaming Caer for anything, but she was still crying. He didn't get why at all, maybe she was just crying because Alraune was crying? What was going on. That one customer kept trying to demand his attention, to the point he just stuffed her skirt into his stall and gave her the bird. Clearly, she wasn't respecting some common sense, so he wasn't going to either. This was way too much stress for the druid. His glare had been easing up until then, but this was the only expression he could make. Every face he made was some kind of glare and it had been for so long, he didn't know how to react. After all, his "ice bitch" nickname came from the very fact that he supposedly had no sympathy. The benefit of keeping him around was that he said things that were mean, but true, instead of sugar-coating the issue and coddling anyone.

But this was @dindeen and Alraune. No, to phrase it better, this was his only friend and his familiar. Contrary to what media might have you believe, crying is pretty ugly. There is no beauty in it, no beautiful tears streaking down one cheek gently, no soft camera angles panning off to the side. It was a kid with snot running down his nose, crying because his arm had been injured. It was a brat who silently wrapped himself up in the covers and bit his own tongue so his crying wouldn't be heard. It was two people sobbing in the middle of Sarum, scaring everyone else away. Alraune's sobs had quieted down at first, but when her Auntie began sobbing, the forest sprite's sobs redoubled and the waterworks began anew. There was the option to simply unsummon Alraune, and while it was certainly cold and heartless enough to be worthy of the Ice Bitch, he could not do it.

Alraune had told him once that being forcibly unsummoned was like having your heart ripped out and shoved back inside, then being choked to death.

She had been really mad at that time, even though he hadn't intentionally unsummoned her. He had run into a problem of his own, but he had been told what it felt like to the sprite. So he couldn't do it. He had been so close to trying to be sympathetic until he heard Kyuu's reason for crying. What. That was why she was crying? She was crying because she thought it was her fault Alraune was crying? Scoria's eyebrows narrowed as he yoinked Alraune up and attempted to drag Caer out of Sarum, a bit outside the camp. "Come with me." Dropping the forest sprite on the ground roughly, Scoria did the only thing he could do. He Called Storm, the strongest one he could. The result was an instantaneous downpour, a flash flood of water soaking straight into his bones. Unless the Samurai either didn't follow or had an umbrella, Scoria suspected she'd be in a similar situation. He just stood there, arms crossed as he glared at the horizon and let the water fall around him. He kept it up for five full minutes, before finally calling the downpour off.

He didn't have a choice. Things like hugging Kyuu for comfort or rubbing her back were clearly all off limits. He didn't know what the problem was. He had no information and he wasn't nearly close enough to even attempt to be sympathetic or caring. Plus, he was the Ice Bitch. So he basically did the equivalent of shoving someone into a pool, except he brought the pool to them. "Calmed down?" Scoria's glaring expression was turned towards the sprite and the chef, but the glare was somewhat soft. The druid was a fan of the rain, after all. "Piggyback..." came the mumble of the forest sprite, her head turned downward as she wobbled over to Scoria. She, like the druid that summoned her, liked the rain, but this rain was different. It was heavy. She understood well enough that Caerbannog had started crying because she had been crying, so the sprite resolved quietly to herself not to cry again about that subject. Why she had started was a secret the familiar could not explain, but she would not repeat the mistake. Auntie Speedy Turtle was her favorite person and making her cry made her feel fairly guilty. Guilty enough to ask Scoria for the 'usual' piggyback ride instead of Caer, even though given an option between the two, Caer was almost always a sure bet. Alraune was tugging quietly at his pant leg at this point, but Scoria's gaze was on Caerbannog. No, on Kyuu. He had treated her fairly roughly and he wouldn't be surprised if she just terminated their tentative 'friendship' right there, but he didn't know how else to react.

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[attr="class","quest"]

Sarum Expedition Crafting Mission

We need crafters to work on various tasks
relating to equipment and item maintenance.
Frontliners need potions
and their weapons, armor, accessories repaired.
The camp will require maintenance of machinery
and wooden structuring.
Chefs and brewers are needed
to keep everyone's morale up.
Your contribution toward this task
will be rewarded adequately.

NPC: Rose

List of Objectives:

- Craft fried meal: 2/3
- Repair grimoires: 1/3

Participants:
[Chef] @dindeen Lv21
[Scribe] Scoria Lv21

Subclass: Chef | Equipped: Pitch-black Yukata | Tools: Cooking Utensils - :: -Skill: Iron Stomach (Passive)

The chef would have wailed for hours on end if Scoria had not dragged her out of the camp. She was ready for a scolding or worse, a beating, but Kyuu already resigned herself to that fate when she made the forest sprite cry. The druid was pretty cold after all and she’d not forgotten about that. The wolf-hair did not believe in Disney fairy tales where the villain would turn out to be a good person and let everyone live happily ever after, no. She was German, for crying out loud; the Brothers Grimm put her to sleep when she was young.

When the wolf-hair was led away from her stall, she was prepared for the worst. He could hurt her either physically or verbally; worse, he could take away the baby forever and block the samurai too. Kyuu closed her eyes and had her head down. Some cool drops began to fall and that washed away her tears. When she opened her eyes, she expected to see the druid farther up the road to Londenium, his back turned to her and his summon in tow. That was not the case though. He simply asked the girl if she calmed down. The wolf-hair rubbed her eyes with her sleeves, huffed and nodded in affirmation.

“ Baby! Let’s make some fried chicken! “ she said to the forest sprite and held out a hand for the littler one to take.

Hopefully the cutie would accept the chef’s invitation at which point she’d lead the way back to the camp. Kyuu was soaked and her yukata stuck to unmentionable places, but she still had stuff to do. Her stall was a mess. Kyuu had to throw away the cooking oil and whatever was left of the omelet, and then she washed everything again. If the summon was there with her, Kyuu would let the baby help her mix the fried chicken seasoning though cutting up some supposedly-chicken parts would all be Caerbannog’s work.

Not once did the wolf-hair consider cooking vegetables for she was considerate of the forest sprite. Though not entirely sure if the baby would take offense with the death of food items that looked like her, Kyuu wanted to avoid that situation altogether. She took out some coarse bread crumbs, salt, pepper and various types of dried herbs made for cooking. On the other side of the stall, she put down some of the white meat on her clean chopping board and a knife beside it. If the sprite was up for it, she’d let the little one mix the crumbs, salt, pepper, rosemary and thyme in one mixing bowl. The chef cut up the white meat in large rectangular pieces which she would then coat with the crumbs mix.

Kyuu then fired up the pan on the stove; the amount of cooking oil was high enough for at least half of each piece of white meat to be cooked in it properly. Frying each batch would take a few minutes and once that was done, she’d put the fried ‘chicken’ on a large plate from which passers-by could take their pick. That was the second ‘fried meal’ and without any further distractions, the girl could probably move on to the next and last dish soon enough.

OOC Notes: ---
Word Count: 545	Tags: Party list

HP	100%
MP	100%
Exp	0

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[Scoria]

Yeah, maybe if Scoria had been put into the Grimm tales, he might have fit right in. It was possible. Still, most people knew that anyone who is deemed 'evil' still has a motivation to be evil. Everyone -wants- something, they're not just evil. Maybe it's fun. Maybe they're greedy. Maybe their inability to interact with people in a normal manner resulted in cruel nicknames which they took up with pride and then played out until they accidentally got trapped in an alternate universe modeled after a game. Maybe they wanted revenge.

It could be anything. That said, even Scoria had motivations that made him do what he did. To his surprise, the chef didn't punch him in the gut and end their... acquaintanceship? Was that the right word for it? Instead, she wiped her eyes with her wet sleeves (a funny sight, but Scoria didn't comment on it) and nodded. Well, she had perked up quickly. Or maybe rain was just that swell. She was offering to hold hands with the forest sprite, but Alraune was not nearly as quick on the turn around as Caer. She was a lot quicker to stop crying, but she also felt bad for quite some time after. The forest sprite looked up at Caer with a guilty expression on her face, then took the piggyback option from Scoria that had been presented earlier. The druid tilted his head somewhat sympathetically at Caer as one hand went out, palm turning around almost like he was closing something. Just like that, the storm died into a quiet, soft drizzle for a half minute before dying out completely. They'd just have to rely on the sun to dry their clothes out.

Letting Alraune down at Caer's stall, Scoria gave her head a paf before sitting down at his own stall. The forest sprite walked over to Caer and tugged at the girl's leg, headbutting her lightly as an apology. More than happy to help out her Auntie, the forest sprite did whatever Caer let her, although her smile was subdued. Still, being able to help her aunt and such was good enough for her. She was careful not to accidentally contaminate any of the food with her own pollen or spores. While they were harmless and edible in small amounts, the summon had no idea how it'd affect the taste or if it'd make something go wrong. She very carefully mixed what she could, handing it up to the chef once she was done. The longer this went on, the more Alraune's smile grew, until she was right back to her usual self.

How reassuring, Scoria noted. Good for her. Meanwhile, he had a skirt to fix. Pulling the garment out and flipping it back inside out again, Scoria squinted and glared at this arrangement of papers. It seemed like the 'grimoire' was sewn into the skirt itself, but continuous damage and movement had caused the weapon to wear away. From what he remembered, that girl... she was totally crazy. 100 percent crazy. What kind of person pelvic thrusted in order to fire their weapon. Scoria knew that wasn't required, so she was just doing it for kicks? Wringing some of the water out of his shirt and setting his blazer to the side to dry, the player noted the points of damage. The whole thing, in addition to being sewn into the skirt, was also sewn together like one of those pamphlets that unfolded so it was way wide. That was probably how it was considered a 'book' worthy of the 'grimoire' title. Fine, whatever.

Pulling out his ink quill, the player slowly unbound the device, pulling at each strand carefully. He was undoing a fair bit of work here, so it took him some time, but it wasn't hard. Before long, he had the entire book laid out in front of him. Now to just copy it all. Pulling out parchment from the stall and setting out some ink, Scoria quickly copied the entire book. This was the skill of scribes, after all. Copying documents. He didn't just copy, though, he copied as though it was new. Page after page was filled with writing, the book quickly flying towards the finish as he dropped page after page to his side until he was done. A full book completed. Well, just the manuscript. Now he had to sew all this together and then... attach it to the skirt. The glaring individual rolled his eyes before getting to work, letting the pages overlap and quickly punching holes through the overlap with a quill and one of his other tools. The 'punching' object creased the two pieces of parchment together and Scoria just had to fold it over once, then punch it again to create a rather weak locking mechanism. It wasn't strictly the way to do this, but he didn't exactly have a piece of parchment that was one parchment piece tall and about 30 wide.

Laying the completed 'book' against the skirt, Scoria stared. Was there any way for him to actually do this? While making the book itself had certainly been a scribe's job, he didn't have any way to get this to stay in place in the skirt itself. Well, that was that, then. Turning the skirt back inside out (outside in?), he placed it on the table and glared. That girl would show up to grab this thing eventually, right? She did eventually pass by again, casually walking around pantsless before she saw her skirt. "Get a tailor to do the rest." There, disclaimered. Now he just had to chill out and wait for his last customer to show their face. Just what kind of maniac or idiot would show up this time? At least Alraune and @dindeen were doing okay. And his clothes had dried a fair bit too.

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[attr="class","quest"]

Sarum Expedition Crafting Mission

We need crafters to work on various tasks
relating to equipment and item maintenance.
Frontliners need potions
and their weapons, armor, accessories repaired.
The camp will require maintenance of machinery
and wooden structuring.
Chefs and brewers are needed
to keep everyone's morale up.
Your contribution toward this task
will be rewarded adequately.

NPC: Rose

List of Objectives:

- Craft fried meal: 3/3
- Repair grimoires: 1/3

Participants:
[Chef] @dindeen Lv21
[Scribe] Scoria Lv21

Subclass: Chef | Equipped: Pitch-black Yukata | Tools: Cooking Utensils - :: -Skill: Iron Stomach (Passive)

If the baby was happy, the wolf-hair was happy; if the wolf-hair was happy, the baby was happy. It was an unending loop of happiness that could only get happier. Caerbannog get aside two pieces of fried chicken on a plate and gave it to the forest sprite who’d been such a good helper. She then pointed at Scoria and hoped that the baby would share the food with the one who summoned her. Afterwards, the chef turned to her cooking effects. The pan was still okay and the oil still light enough for her last dish. She put a bit more cooking oil in the pan and put the heat down to low.

Kyuu cleaned her stall thoroughly to avoid contamination and after it was all neat and disinfected, the chef put a large mixing bowl on it. She then dropped the following ingredients into the bowl: flour, beaten eggs, salt, pepper, sage and cool water. She combined the base items but was careful not to create any air bubbles nor to combine them thoroughly. She then searched through the non-vegetable container and easily found what she was looking for: shrimp. She took a handful of the things, washed and deveined them. Where did the landers even find that?

If it looked like shrimp, felt like shrimp, smelled like shrimp- it was probably shrimp. Caerbannog no longer questioned the source of the food item. Once they were ready for cooking, the chef tossed them momentarily into the hot cooking oil until they changed to an orange-ish color. She then fished them out of the oil and put them in the batter mix. It was an Elder Tale version of shrimp tempura but, since the girl was not sure of the shrimps’ source, she opted to pre-cook them that way. It took a while before the batter coated the shrimp pieces thoroughly but once they were, Caerbannog immediately put them in the frying pan. The process was repeated with different handfuls of shrimp which resulted to a pile of shrimp tempura piled up high into a shallow bowl.

The chef then turned the stove off and began to clean up her stall. All unused ingredients remained in their respective containers. Landers and adventurers gathered around to try the fried chicken and shrimp tempura, the latter of which had an accompanying dip made of soy sauce and sesame oil. Kyuu seemed rather pleased with her work, but more than that, she was happy that she made a ‘friend’. And it wasn’t just a Friends-List friend too, but a real one, so it seemed. Once the patrons cleared up, the chef walked over to Hourai-san and waited for him so that they could report their completion to Rose.

OOC Notes: May EXIT on Scoria's post.
Word Count: 455	Tags: Party list

HP	100%
MP	100%
Exp	0

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[Scoria]

Someone somewhere might have commented on how strange it was for a plant to be omnivorous, but Scoria would direct them towards Maya-chan. Alraune happily took the pieces of chicken and thanked Caer before devouring one and heading over to Scoria. She devoured 75% of the other piece too, before innocently leaving just two bites for the Scribe. Scoria just glared and dipped his head in thanks, muttering an 'itadakimasu' under his breath before tossing the snack into his mouth. It was... pretty good, actually. The druid raised his hand up and flashed Caer a thumbs-up as both a compliment and thank you, although his eyes went back to waiting for someone to show up. Glareglareglare.

Scoria probably didn't realize it, but that was exactly the reason he only got weirdos. No one else was gusty enough to approach the glaring scribe, to the point that the kinds of customers he got were monks who thought books were weapons and some pelvic-thrusting highschool girl. It only made sense then that the last person who showed up brought his grimoire inside a paper sack, almost like he was trying to hide alcohol in a church. It was yet another girl, but this one was at least out of highschool. She looked to be in her mid 20's and slipped over the book in a bag, implying she wanted it repaired. Scoria slowly pulled the book out of the bag, then threw it back inside and glared at the woman. "...This is porn." It was almost like the people Scoria attracted were adults and didn't understand that this whole world was encased inside a PG-13 forum. The roleplayer did though, and there clearly weren't any unmentionables in this post.

The woman nodded at him. He understood that books could theoretically take any form. After all, he had made a comic book and a novel as a grimoire for people before, but this was a little much. He really didn't want to be seen working on a...man. Who was this lady anyway? Some stereotypical male highschooler that hid his porn mags underneath his bed? This was ridiculous. Scoria glared up at the woman and almost threw the book at her, but Alraune was nearby and he really didn't want to be causing a ruckus with this in his hands. So he did what any Scoria would do. He took the book out and zoomed through it as fast as humanely possible, quickly sliding his pen across any somewhat broken points that needed repairing. Unlike the skirt-grimoire that he ended up redoing entirely, there was no way in hell Scoria was going to be working openly on... this. So he just did repairs by writing over some of the clearly broken points with his pen, moving quickly and flipping from page to page as rapidly as possible, trying to keep from making a scene and also avoid letting either of his two female companions see.

In almost record-breaking time, Scoria was done and shoved the book back into the paper bag, throwing it at the woman in question. It had been almost unreasonably fast, but he hadn't done a great job. She didn't complain though, seeing as the book was usable again and he hadn't shamed her for it. He just wished he didn't have to do those kinds of jobs. How did the system even allow for that? Making an urgh sound, Scoria cleared up his area quickly and moved to drag his stall back to where he found it. Let it not be said that he wasn't considerate in regards to other people's things. Leaving the stall back where he found it, the scribe turned around to meet up with Kyuu, only to find the person right in front of him, Alraune in tow. He gestured towards the Landers, as if to say "shall we", and headed forward slowly.

The end result was fairly simple and straightforward. They reported their progress and got proverbial pats on the back, then were free to go their separate ways. Scoria glared down at Caer for a while before nodding. What was it she had said the last time...? Scoria wasn't about to say something like "otsukare", but... he stuck his hand out for a handshake, like he had last time they had a duo adventure. "Thanks for inviting me. Also, good work. Time to rest now." He wasn't trying to mock her or anything when he said it. The druid glanced at his familiar, who was tugging at Caer's yukata, so Scoria shrugged. Still glaring, he waited for her to either accept or reject his handshake, then turn around and wave goodbye. It looked like Alraune would be hanging out with Caer for a while, and he had the feeling that the samurai wouldn't object.

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