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«Kick-Ass Accountant»
"Suppressing fire!"
Independent RP and ask blog for Cyril Figgis from Archer. I'm OC and AU friendly. This is a multi-fandom and multi-ship rp blog. Please read rules before interacting! (Mun is 21+)
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Lana placed Dahlia back down before they stepped out of the room and she took the lead with Archer in guiding everyone down the corridors.
Cyril paused before mentioning, “Actually, the cake might be the best thing on the menu unless you enjoy off-brand cereal or MRE’s. We haven’t been back home in about a year and we haven’t docked at our more well-off ally ports in a long while too to get some better food. Archer thinks it’s a waste of time and fuel because he could just live off the cheap booze.”
As he spoke, he nearly just drifted completely from what he was saying, something in her eye caught him. It was felt captivating and inviting. For someone who could have possibly killed him about half an hour earlier, she was seeming more and more...safe.
His attention was snapped back into that moment as she spoke again. He listened with a soft smile, jubilant to hear that he did some good for once. It was a nice change from having someone yell and degrade you all the time.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s a rough universe and we all got to make a living somehow. I get it. We’ve done some things that I’m not too proud of so I understand,” Cyril winced thinking of some of their less-than-kosher expeditions and exploitations. “You don’t have to apologize, you were just trying to survive and do what’s best for your daughter and there’s nothing more honorable than that.”
He finished his sentence with a serious look of admiration towards Maeve. She had a reason for committing these acts, but he couldn’t say the same for himself or his crew.
The gang arrived to the main atrium as Cyril finished his sentence. Pam and Cheryl were already there waiting. The large gray rock monster with dark speckles, Pam looked excited while the fiery redhead Cheryl sat at the table, looking annoyed.
“I hope whatever you have to say or do, it’s exciting enough to have been worth it to interrupt my masturbation session,” Cheryl scoffed, her head leaning on her hand, elbow on the table.
“That’s what that noise was!? Geez not even the noises I make are that...primal. I find myself not getting much sleep being your cabin neighbor these days and I find out that’s why,” Pam said in shock.
Lana sighed before gesturing to the two women - or woman and rock monster - before saying, “And that would be Cheryl and Pam. Guys, this is Maeve, and her daughter Dahlia. They’re going to join us in turn for paying off Maeve’s contract.”
“Or just killing her employers,” Archer added, eager to not make her forget that option.
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“You don’t need to feel bad; as much as I hate the people I work with I enjoy what I do. I’d also have no problem supporting both of us,” Cyril explained, adjusting the groceries in his arms.
Letting a relaxed smile appear on his face, he waited in line shifting his gaze between Maeve and the guy in front of them. “Well let’s hope that scenario doesn’t happen. It’s almost 2 o’clock on a work day so the roads should be fairly empty.”
He bent his back slightly allowing her to get better access to his back pocket. “Thanks. You can hold onto it and I’ll pay when we get up,” he said, as the man in front of them finished paying and headed towards the exit.
Stepping up to the counter, he laid out each item individually as the cashier began to scan them one at a time. Cyril then gestured for his wallet from Maeve so he could pull out his card.
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Maeve couldn’t help but whine a little at the heat, wiping at her forehead with the back of her hand before exhaling and looking around the building, feeling bad for everyone else in the building.
As per usual she’d come to the agency to visit Cyril after her own job - given, they had to close early due to the AC refusing to work… but it was still after hours.
And Maeve was glad she decided against picking Dahlia up early.
Malory should take some notes… I hope she’s the one behind this, anyway. Maeve thought, pausing to knock at the door and say, “Babe, ‘s me!” before walking in.
She set her purse down when she had the chance, face flushed as she said, “Lemme take a guess, Krieger’s up to one of his stupid, wacky ass experiments, and that caused this place to become a sauna…?” before reaching for her shirt, unbuttoning the top button in a chance to get some relief.
“And before ya ask, AC wouldn’t work at the restaurant.”
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“You’ll get used to her bitching eventually,” Cyril assured her, adjusting his glasses with a his bent index finger.
“That and she’s just like that. As long as you don’t directly do harm to her or Archer, you’ll be fine. Plus she could use a verbal kick in the ass. Lord knows just me is not enough,” Lana added with a tired sigh.
Ray began walking toward the call box announcing, “I’ll let the others know what’s going on and we’ll meet y’all in the atrium.” And with that, he began to ring the cabins of Cheryl, Pam, and Krieger, summoning them to the main room for an important meeting.
While met Ray was met with some tired and annoyed resistance, they all ended up agreeing to meet him there.
“Alright let’s get going they’ll meet us there in a minute or so,” Lana herded everyone out of Ray’s cabin while he hung up on his call.
Archer chuckled at Dahlia’s cute metaphor. “Right?” he agreed, walking beside Lana as she lead.
Cyril slowed down, letting the others pass him while gesturing Maeve to walk with him behind the others.
“Hey I could hear your stomach grumble in there, if you want I could grab you some food after you’re done meeting the others. We have plenty of food, plus you’re one of us now,” Cyril offered, smiling softly at her, feeling himself inexplicably drawn to their new guest.
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A smile appeared on his face as she kissed his cheek; he still got butterflies every time she did so even if he initiated it.
“Well maybe one day, you’ll be able to quit,” Cyril suggested, “Then we could have more time together and time with Dahlia.
Upon her request, he opened the cooler again, moving in a bit to get a better look at the labels before choosing the one she wanted. “Got it!” he called to her, holding the bottle up.
“Yeah especially at the hottest part of the day. But luckily we have a car with AC,” he assured her. His hands full of drinks, Cyril made his way to the checkout counter with Maeve at his side.
While they waited behind the one person in line in front of them, Cyril fumbled around a bit, realizing he couldn’t free a hand. “Hey can you grab my wallet please? Back right pocket.”
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Maeve couldn’t help but whine a little at the heat, wiping at her forehead with the back of her hand before exhaling and looking around the building, feeling bad for everyone else in the building.
As per usual she’d come to the agency to visit Cyril after her own job - given, they had to close early due to the AC refusing to work… but it was still after hours.
And Maeve was glad she decided against picking Dahlia up early.
Malory should take some notes… I hope she’s the one behind this, anyway. Maeve thought, pausing to knock at the door and say, “Babe, ‘s me!” before walking in.
She set her purse down when she had the chance, face flushed as she said, “Lemme take a guess, Krieger’s up to one of his stupid, wacky ass experiments, and that caused this place to become a sauna…?” before reaching for her shirt, unbuttoning the top button in a chance to get some relief.
“And before ya ask, AC wouldn’t work at the restaurant.”
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Archer immediately stopped any sound from exiting his mouth when she threatened him with the strap. Instead, he silently pouted to himself likely cursing her in his head.
Everyone stopped what they were doing as they heard Malory’s voice. Her presence caused aggravated sighs to ripple through the group. Lana pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling an impending headache.
Malory crossed her arms and narrowed her gaze at the red-head who stuck out from the rest of the group. “So, now we’re just recruiting anybody is that it?” she scoffed.
Lana started to explain, “Malory, this is Maeve and her young daughter Dahlia.”
Before Malory could respond, Maeve was already lecturing her. “Now who are you to speak to me like that? Your kid seems fine to me. Did any of you brain dead idiots even think to search our guest?” she asked, annoyed.
“She’s fine, mother!” Archer exclaimed.
Cyril stepped up adding, “She has a child for god’s sake! can we let this go for now? We’re gonna help her and she’s going to in turn join us, making us stronger.”
“Is that so? Well then she’s your all’s problem and it’s your own fault if she murders you lot in your sleep! Speaking of, you interrupted mine for this! Just know that we’ll discuss this further in the morning...if you’re still alive,” Malory bitched before turning back to Maeve, “And you, if you think you want to be a part of this crew, you’re gonna have to pull your weight and be an absolute waste of breath. We already have so many of those. But for now, goodnight.”
Her body let out a glow before she dematerialized back into a ball of light and passed through the wall
After a few moments of silence Ray spoke up, “That lovely Ray of sunshine was Ms. Archer. Mother of the asshole Archer and insufferable bitch to us.”
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“Yeah, I guess they do,” Cyril agreed reluctantly, while reading flavors.
He looked over Maeve’s bent over body; chocolate, cherry cheesecake, Superman, rocky road, mint chocolate chip...too many choices. He paused his reading when Maeve picked something out.
Cyril grabbed the pint from her, to confirm what she had said because it seemed too perfect. Adjusting his glasses he looked at the small print. “Wow, this is perfect. And I only now realized how hungry I am...” he said feeling his stomach growl.
“I can see it now: Maveve, Professional Ice Cream Selector,” he teased before kissing her cheek and handing the pint back to her. He started walking down a ways to the drink section to get drinks for the others. He grabbed a Starbucks mocha light frappuchino for himself and lemonade for the rest of the office. Knowing that it can be mixed with other things, most importantly alcohol, he figured he could satisfy them all with it.
Once he took stock of everything he had he looked towards Maeve, “Ready to check out?”
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Maeve couldn’t help but whine a little at the heat, wiping at her forehead with the back of her hand before exhaling and looking around the building, feeling bad for everyone else in the building.
As per usual she’d come to the agency to visit Cyril after her own job - given, they had to close early due to the AC refusing to work… but it was still after hours.
And Maeve was glad she decided against picking Dahlia up early.
Malory should take some notes… I hope she’s the one behind this, anyway. Maeve thought, pausing to knock at the door and say, “Babe, ‘s me!” before walking in.
She set her purse down when she had the chance, face flushed as she said, “Lemme take a guess, Krieger’s up to one of his stupid, wacky ass experiments, and that caused this place to become a sauna…?” before reaching for her shirt, unbuttoning the top button in a chance to get some relief.
“And before ya ask, AC wouldn’t work at the restaurant.”
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While flattening out the rug, Archer began giggling as Maeve explained the pirate situation to Dahlia.
Lana sighed and explained, “He’s laughing because you said ‘adult stuff.’”
“Just think of all the implications!” Archer tried justifying, initiating a roll of the eyes from the others.
Cyril adjusted some more out-of-place knick-knacks on Ray’s shelf before replying to Maeve’s comment, “Yeah well hopefully it won’t be nearly as bad as Archer’s. I wish there was a device strong enough to keep his mouth shut sometimes.”
“Oh yeah, you’d like that Cyril!” Archer retorted.
“We all would, stupid!” Ray came to Cyril’s defense with an audible agreement from Lana and Cyril.
Ray instructed Maeve to place the dresser drawers back in their slots and then they’d be done.
As everyone finished their task Lana went to the center of the room to do a double check of everything. “Alright since everything seems good here, how about we introduce you to the rest of the crew. Starting with-”
“Are you idiots done taking care of that intruder or do I have to come kill them myself!?” an irritated Malory’s voice rang out from the call box, interrupting Lana’s statement. Then with a small flash a light orb materialized from the box before transforming into Malory herself. She seemed impatient, hands on her hips and lack of alcoholic beverage meaning she would be extra cranky.
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Getting flustered now, he awkwardly shuffled as he looked around for another seat without any luck. Cyril noticed he she was alone and definitely more than tipsy, but he wasn’t looking to accept the advances of anyone under the influences, though that might change if he himself was drunk.
Figuring, she wasn’t going to move without alternative measures, and seeing as there was no more space around the bar he quickly formulated a compromise in his head that would prevent him from having to move her while also getting a place to drink.
“W-would having a drinking buddy make you more likely to move?” he offered nervously.
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Cyril was taken by surprise at her suggestive tone upon timidly asking her to temporarily move so he could pass. The bar was more crowded than usual for a Tuesday evening, but Cyril had managed to spot an empty seat. However, the taller woman was standing slightly in the way of his path.
“I’m sorry…?” he managed, in a tone that was half statement, half question. Wondering if she mistook him for someone else, he repeated his original question to avoid embarrassing her, “Excuse me, do you mind moving for a sec? I’m looking to sit in that seat.”
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“Nothing better than feeling the coolness of a freezer against you in this temperature,” Cyril replied with sarcastic wistful longing in his voice.
Focusing back on the ice cream flavors and Maeve’s suggestions, he opened up the freezer door to get a better look. “Thanks babe. When you’re surrounded by people who don’t think, you get a lot of practice by doing the thinking for them,” he gloated playfully.
Cyril caught his eye on something interesting that would meet both of their tastes, “What about this banana caramel swirl? Even this caramel latte flavor sounds interesting. Anything with caramel and I’m good. You pick, there’s too many to choose from. Plus, you’ve got better taste than I do.”
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Maeve couldn’t help but whine a little at the heat, wiping at her forehead with the back of her hand before exhaling and looking around the building, feeling bad for everyone else in the building.
As per usual she’d come to the agency to visit Cyril after her own job - given, they had to close early due to the AC refusing to work… but it was still after hours.
And Maeve was glad she decided against picking Dahlia up early.
Malory should take some notes… I hope she’s the one behind this, anyway. Maeve thought, pausing to knock at the door and say, “Babe, ‘s me!” before walking in.
She set her purse down when she had the chance, face flushed as she said, “Lemme take a guess, Krieger’s up to one of his stupid, wacky ass experiments, and that caused this place to become a sauna…?” before reaching for her shirt, unbuttoning the top button in a chance to get some relief.
“And before ya ask, AC wouldn’t work at the restaurant.”
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Ray shrugged, he couldn’t stay salty especially when faced with adorable Dahila. “That’s right, thanks for finding it and coming in here before things got too crazy.”
Archer sighed in defeat upon being told off by Dahlia. “Yeah sorry about that,” he apologized more to her than to Cyril.
“Well hopefully not here, but we’re gonna give a stern talking to some mean ole space pirates soon.,” Lana explained, hoping to reassure Dahlia that they weren’t in danger.
Another sigh and a groan came from Archer, knowing he was outnumbered and would be defeated if he tried arguing. “Ugh yeah okay fine, we should help clean up.”
Cyril was already in the cabin shifting some vases that had gotten out of place on top of one of the end tables. Lana joined, straightening out some paintings on the wall. Reluctantly, Archer began unfurling the rug that had gotten folded a bit.
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Cyril had answered her questions in the car with the truth that nothing exciting happened. Unusual for the agency to be boring, but everyone was too miserable to get involved in any antics.
Once in the cooler section, temptation over took him; arms held up in an “L” shape, he walked until his body and face met the cold glass. Letting out a sigh of relief as the condensation dampened his work clothes, still wishing Malory would let them wear shorts into work.
Turning his head, causing a squeak against the wet door, Cyril looked over at Maeve. “Ice cream sounds really good right now,” he agreed, pulling himself from the cold door.
“We can eat it in the car too. We can park in the garage where it’s shady and keep the AC going while we eat,” he suggested, adding, “So, what flavor are you craving?”
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Maeve couldn’t help but whine a little at the heat, wiping at her forehead with the back of her hand before exhaling and looking around the building, feeling bad for everyone else in the building.
As per usual she’d come to the agency to visit Cyril after her own job - given, they had to close early due to the AC refusing to work… but it was still after hours.
And Maeve was glad she decided against picking Dahlia up early.
Malory should take some notes… I hope she’s the one behind this, anyway. Maeve thought, pausing to knock at the door and say, “Babe, ‘s me!” before walking in.
She set her purse down when she had the chance, face flushed as she said, “Lemme take a guess, Krieger’s up to one of his stupid, wacky ass experiments, and that caused this place to become a sauna…?” before reaching for her shirt, unbuttoning the top button in a chance to get some relief.
“And before ya ask, AC wouldn’t work at the restaurant.”
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Archer pouted, feeling ganged-up on, even if it was totally deserved. Meanwhile, Cyril beamed, happy that Archer was in a bad mood and being complimented by Maeve was a good cherry on top; he wasn’t gonna lie and say he wasn’t starting to like her.
“You say that, but now you’re stuck with us misfits, some say it’s a fate worse than death,” Lana joked before they got to the door.
Upon looking around at the disheveled room Lana gasped. She quickly ignored the mess and her face turned soft as she watched Maeve interact with Dahlia, thinking of her own AJ back home.
“It’s no problem, I’m just upset I turned this place upside down for nothing,” Ray said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
Lana was the first to greet her, bending down to her level, “Aww hi sweetie, I’m Lana.”
“Hellooo, I’m Cyril,” he said with a wave.
“Hey kid, I’m Captain Archer but, just Archer is fine.”
“And you know I’m Ray”
The four smiled at the young one as she giggled happily. It was refreshing to have an innocent bundle of joy on board.
Cyril chuckled at Maeve’s comment about Archer to Dahlia but was interrupted by Archer’s palm slapping him upside the head.
“You’re juuuust kinda proving her point dude,” Lana shot at him.
“Whatever, anyway you should meet the rest of the crew and then I guess we’ll figure out sleeping arrangements and tomorrow we can think about killing those space pirates,” Archer half suggested, half directed.
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Cyril smiled, watching as she relaxed and sunk into her seat happily. He snapped his focus back to the car, and pulled out of his space.
The drive was short even though they hit every red light, which Cyril was glad because that meant more time in the AC. Soon enough they pulled into the gas station where he filled up his car then ran in to the store to get drinks.
“It feels like it got even hotter since this morning,” Cyril groaned as they walked in. He searched for the cooler section, letting Maeve lead the way as he followed.
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Maeve couldn’t help but whine a little at the heat, wiping at her forehead with the back of her hand before exhaling and looking around the building, feeling bad for everyone else in the building.
As per usual she’d come to the agency to visit Cyril after her own job - given, they had to close early due to the AC refusing to work… but it was still after hours.
And Maeve was glad she decided against picking Dahlia up early.
Malory should take some notes… I hope she’s the one behind this, anyway. Maeve thought, pausing to knock at the door and say, “Babe, ‘s me!” before walking in.
She set her purse down when she had the chance, face flushed as she said, “Lemme take a guess, Krieger’s up to one of his stupid, wacky ass experiments, and that caused this place to become a sauna…?” before reaching for her shirt, unbuttoning the top button in a chance to get some relief.
“And before ya ask, AC wouldn’t work at the restaurant.”
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“Morals aren’t his strong suit,” Cyril commented.
Lana nodded in reply to Maeve’s question, allowing her to put her arms down. Archer folded his arms in a pout as he rested with his back against the wall before adding, “Yeah actually Cyril’s kinda right, being an asshole is a big part of my personality and charm. Oh god did I just agree with Cyril?”
Lana snickered at the thought of another person bossing Archer around; plus she’d love to have another woman around who wasn’t bat-shit-insane, significantly older, or a rock monster.
“Well, welcome aboard I guess. Sorry for the lack-luster welcome wagon,” Lana said with a glare towards Archer and Cyril.
She continued, “It sounded like she was safe with Ray so if we find him, we’ll find her. The worst he can do is hype her up on sugar from those damn cakes he’s always baking. By the way, my name is Lana, and if you didn’t guess right now those, two pains-in-the-ass are Archer and Cyril.”
“The name’s Ray,” he introduced, adding, “And what’s yours? I know it’s not Barbara.” He continued looking under things and on his shelves to no avail.
The quad began walking down the hall toward Ray’s cabin in search of Maeve’s child. Soon they turned a corner and upon Lana pressing a button, the door split in the middle and it’s two halves swooshed into the walls of the ship, revealing a frantic Ray and Dahlia.
“Geez, what happened in here?” Cyril asked looking around the disheveled room that Ray usually kept looking immaculate.
Ray looked relieved when the others showed up. “Looking for her a feather of some sort that she dropped,” he explained, pointing to Dahlia.
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“Trust me, the stair well is just as hot,” Cyril assured her, fanning himself with his hand, “Ms. Archer said she had her best contact say it would be fixed by tomorrow morning. Knowing who she knows and how she runs things, I trust her word.”
Cyril wanted to put his arm around her shoulders, but stopped forgetting how miserable that would be for her in this heat, so he stuck with having her on his arm.
“Good idea, I can ask Krieger if he has anything...or can make anything we can use for the rest of the day,” he suggested, stepping out of the elevator into the slightly less hot air.
The seconds worth of relief was gone and he was back to feeling miserably hot. He guided Maeve to his parking spot, unlinking their arms to make his way to the driver’s side door. Unlocking both his and the rest of the doors he hopped in.
First things first: he started up the engine to get the AC flowing, letting out an “ahh” in relief at the feel of cool air on his skin. With his seat belt fastened he looked over at Maeve. “Ready to go?”
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Maeve couldn’t help but whine a little at the heat, wiping at her forehead with the back of her hand before exhaling and looking around the building, feeling bad for everyone else in the building.
As per usual she’d come to the agency to visit Cyril after her own job - given, they had to close early due to the AC refusing to work… but it was still after hours.
And Maeve was glad she decided against picking Dahlia up early.
Malory should take some notes… I hope she’s the one behind this, anyway. Maeve thought, pausing to knock at the door and say, “Babe, ‘s me!” before walking in.
She set her purse down when she had the chance, face flushed as she said, “Lemme take a guess, Krieger’s up to one of his stupid, wacky ass experiments, and that caused this place to become a sauna…?” before reaching for her shirt, unbuttoning the top button in a chance to get some relief.
“And before ya ask, AC wouldn’t work at the restaurant.”
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Cyril turned to Maeve and holstered his weapon while Archer scooped his off the ship floor. Cyril couldn’t help but feel sympathetic towards her and her situation.
“So much of that whole ‘not a threat thing,’ Cyril!” Archer complained, “You were gonna kill me! How is that as bad as turning in someone who may or may not be wanted!?”
Lana raised her blaster then shot down, a beam of light zoomed out of the barrel past Maeve, narrowly missing Archer’s foot. “What the-!” he started.
“She has a kid, Archer!” Lana yelled, “I’m not just gonna turn her in.”
“Well she can’t stay with us,” Archer argued, shaking from nearly being shot.
“Why not? We have room and with her electric power thing she could help us,” Cyril jumped in, not wanting to remain a third wheel between the two ex-lovers.
“Oh I don’t know, maybe this thing called deadly space pirates who will flock our ship in hot pursuit of Electro Gingersnap over here, who might I remind you was supposed to kill me!” Archer raised his voice more, resting his hands on his hips angrily.
“It’s not like she has a vendetta against you personally - although I’m sure she will after this - it’s just a murder-for-hire, kind of thing. What if we pay off her employers?” Lana suggested.
“Or kill them...” Archer muttered.
“That’s the spirit...” Cyril added sarcastically.
“Um okay well it’s gotta be here somewhere, I’ll help you look for it,” Ray offered, starting by lifting the cushions off the couch to look. “It’ll be okay we’ll find it!”
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