[TOURNEY] GOLD VS YUKI

[lou]

ROUND 1
GOLD VS. YUKI
BATTLE COMMENCE

[esdese]

The Mauville Tournament. She wasn't sure why she had entered it, but she had. Maybe it was the thought of glory to be gained and felt on a field of battle that wasn't to the death, One when so many people would look on in awe. Yes, that was surely it. She still remembered watching the league battles on television as a child after all. This was the closest she would ever manage to come in a world such as this though. Maybe once the war ended, if it ever did, she would be able to take the league challenge as so many before her had.

She heard the cheering intensify from within the room she was waiting in. The battle before hers will have ended and the crowd would be awaiting the next two battlers with bated breath and excited eyes. She could already see them watching, hear them cheering, could feel the adrenaline pumping. She was ready for this even if her opponent was someone famous. It would just do more for her reputation when she beat him, and she spared no thoughts for losing. That was simply not an option.

Yuki grabbed the belt of pokeballs that she had chosen for the coming tournament and adjusted her clothing. She had ended up in more casual clothing, for once, that highlighted her hair well and still allowed her ease of movement and quite liked how it had turned out. She felt she would strike quite the figure as her pokemon appeared around her to take down her opponent.

A hand worked its way through her hair to make sure it would keep its position going down her back as she opened the door and stepped into the light that cascaded down to blind her. She heard, no, she felt the cheering even before her eyes adjusted to the light and allowed her to see the arena that was to be her battlefield. It was simply a dusty dirt arena that had been packed down once more for use, but to her it was beautiful. It was her chance at glory, and she was more than ready to seize that chance.

She raised a hand to greet the crowd as some of the wind in the arena caught her hair and sent it flowing behind her. It was a lovely sight if you asked her, and she felt the roaring of the crowd returned her thoughts in an affirmative. She turned towards her opponent and gave a friendly nod. She had no reason to dislike him.
"I wish you luck in our battle!"

With that she strode forward and let loose her first pokemon with a practiced motion. A Metagross shook the field as it crashed into existence and gave a roar of readiness. The crowd surged in anticipation as the first pokemon was released and Yuki basked in their excitement. It would be an excellent battle.

"Ken'ichi, Stealth Rock! Lets give whatever he throws at us a little surprise!"
The pokemon grunted and slammed legs covered in a purple energy into the ground to send cracks throughout the field in a spider like pattern. From there pointed stones shot up and into the air around her opponent to sit menacingly for any pokemon he dared to send out. From there Metagross took on a defensive position and glinted in a shimmering of steel as an Iron Defense was used.

Metagross sent out, uses Stealth Rock and Iron Defense

[gold]

Out of all the beneficial aspects to be gained from battling, waiting had to be the only, ever- persistent downside: it, like many others, held deeper meanings within, and reared its ugly head when times of betrayal, tyranny and deceit shone at their finest. Waiting on the sidelines of battle signified cowardice, encouraging chaos but refusing to face the consequences of such actions. Waiting in the front lines of war (perhaps a more realistic take on things) proved inability to be of use in any other fashion. Waiting meant weakness, and to be weak was to be helpless. Above all, waiting made him feel so powerless, reminiscing times of similar sensation - times better forgotten - in reality, where things really mattered. Gold clenched his hands into fists, fingers curled tight as the thrum of the loudspeakers mixed with the roaring crowd and echoed, dully, in both eardrums. He hated waiting.

It was awhile before he was called to the field, cracking both knuckles with a narrowed gaze as eyes struggled to accommodate for the harsh light of the sun. Surroundings, though bleary and unfocused at first, sported a setting all too familiar - the white line in front looked a bit worse for the wear, but he remembered that he wasn't first this time, and the barren, slightly dusty battleground remained the same as before. Last time, 'nostalgic' was the first word to leave his lips, and he felt it there now, lingering at the tip of his tongue. This time, however, instead of uttering the phrase he instead, shook it off, feeling a slight prickle as he did that played at his lips before disappearing as quickly as it'd come. Mauville, as much as it tried to mimic, would never be castelia. In this dream, it seemed like reality was seeping through the cracks and demanding more.

The crowd - he acknowledged them this time around, out of the corner of one eye - was the only exception, the garbled words of support and chaotic disarray kindling warmth inside of him, despite all veiled suspicions and personal paranoia. They, while changed, changed for the better, filling the stands with new, different beliefs that truly defined the truce such a tournament was meant to achieve. Names were lost in the sounds of a million voices going at once, and even if support was meant for the other side, it got the adrenaline pumping through him all the same. Their shouts, deafening, reminded him that he wasn't doing his for others, but for himself: a harder test than castelia, with higher stakes and stronger opponents, to help him get stronger for when things really counted. Three fingers came up and twisted the hat so the brim was backwards, bangs wedged securely through the gap up front. "Likewise." Gold responded, grinning, eager to see this new opponent's strength.

Light flashed, bathing the ground in a sea of red: one hand crept to the pokeball clipped to his side while the trainer watched, fascinated, digging both heels into the ground to keep balance as it rumbled and cracked beneath. Every one of the small, dual-colored spheres wobbled furiously at this, hitting against each other in a flurry of motion as fingers brushed over them and he removed one, hurtling the device forward as it expanded and broke, spilling light that mingled with the sun's rays in the background. "Ahh, sorry, sorry!" Gold winced, Shade's hiss as stones dug into its paw deafening, audible even over the crowd. Pupils flicked around, at the danger surrounding from all sides: he'd never backed down from a battle in his life, and wasn't about to start now, of all times.

"Shade. Screech!" Gold dug his heels into the ground, smirking as the dark fox's ear twitched, bowing its head before wailing at the blazing trophy on the other side.

Battling wasn't battling if he didn't go all out.

ooc: umbren uses screech.

[esdese]

She eyed her opponent carefully as he strode out from the opposite side of the field. Yuki knew he was famous for some kind of accomplishment in Johto some years ago, she doubted there were many people named 'Gold' running around after all, and hoped for quite a battle from him. She could nearly feel the confidence coming off of him in tangible waves, but in her mind they were nothing compared to her urge to taste victory. She could tell he was serious as soon as he spun the cap he wore around to let his dark hair peak out of the front and grinned at her. Neither of them had any thoughts other than how to win and she was itching to see if his skills in battling lived up to his reputation.

Yuki's face twisted down into a frown at the noise of pain from the Umbreon that now darkened the field. She didn't want to hurt it too badly after all. She wasn't here to be vicious. Her mind quickly turned from thoughts such as those when the piercing howl of the same Umbreon's Screech reached her ears and shattered her train of thought more easily than her steel types would break glass. Even her Metagross felt it as the force of it all caused him to shudder in pain at the assault on his hidden eardrums. His defense had been rendered null and reduced despite his efforts and the iron-clad pokemon was set to win even with such a disadvantage.

As soon as the Screech ended Yuki did her best to regain her balance and point her own pokemon towards her enemies. It was time to bring this into the closer quarters of combat and she had just the move to kick it off.
"Ken'ichi get in close with Meteor Mash!"
Her Metagross bellowed an acknowledgement and a challenge in one breathe as he tucked his legs in and rushed forwards towards the Umbreon with reckless abandon. He knew he only had to get close enough to lash out if he wanted to win. He knew his strength.

He charged through the air while ignoring the rocks that shattered against his steel hide to try to get ever closer to his target. As soon as it was near he rocketed upwards only to cascade down with the force of a meteor in his front legs and a glowing metallic sheen covering him. It was all or nothing for him and he planned on giving the crowd a show even if he couldn't beat that Umbreon.

Metagross used Meteor Mash

[gold]

Shade's attack rang strong, stubbornly echoing in unison with the crowd's roar many seconds after the initial shock passed. Now that the battle had officially started, Gold stepped back a few paces, lining himself out of range for attacks and simulateneously quelling the rebellious excitement that was already starting to peak, bubbling in the pits of his stomach. Despite every notion of cautious advice he'd entered the fortress with, the confidence of the opponent, mixed with the excitement of the crowd, curbed such thoughts: through the layers that such overflowing optimism chipped away at the trainer could only feel that primitive, raw instinct for battle that much of his youth had consumed him within. They all chose to enter here for their own reasons - winning, while a simple reason, was enough to motivate him through Johto's greatest pokemon trainers until he made it to the top. Perhaps it was also the reason that his opponent fought, despite the obvious illusion that dribbled through the cracks of Mauvill's walls.

For him, winning was trivial - it was something that the younger version of him idolized, and upon fixing himself, such a trait had to be fixed as well. Controlling his excitement was one step of it: now, in the face of an inevitable retaliation, the trainer shook off acting on impulse, working his brain to think and - as reluctant as he was to do so - mimic tactics Silver once used in their own previous spars. Thinking like the opponent proved difficult, as tested in Castelia - the striking difference between Unova and Hoenn reigned strong, constantly reminding him that here, there was no room for mistakes, no second tries. "Shade." Gold licked his lips. "Sucker punch. Speed it up." And he didn't hesitate, wasn't even allowed to consider hesitating, because those same emotions, when transferred to his pokemon, would only serve to hold it back.

Battling was about many things: strength, skill, strategy - it was about knowing type advantages and the bond between trainer and pokemon. Battling, as he'd learned over the years, was also about waiting for the right time to act: instead of recklessly charging into things he had to be patient and think on his feet, each decision at the expense of his pokemon and trusted partners. To make the right decisions was crucial: Shade dug its heels into the dirt as Gold frowned, narrowing his eyes at the blurred, navy-blue outline that was closing the distance with startling agility.

The opponent lunged at them. "Now!" He commanded: tone crisp, voice taut. Shade's outline blurred in an instant, kicking off its starting position with an explosion of dust that made the teen sneeze, rubbing his nose vigorously with the sleeve of his red hoodie. The fox spun circles around its foe, weaving faster and faster with various jabs here and there, clicking its teeth together in various bursts of sound that weren't meant to damage but rather, to confuse. Left. Right. Back. Below. Pupils flickered around the arena as Gold prepared the next course of action, ready whenever Shade chose to pull back. He'd made a choice when he stood there, at the entrance to the stadium: a choice to get stronger, in order to protect. To make that choice meant it was his duty to commit until the very end.

Shadows danced at the Metagross's feet. Shade turned away from the glinting steel underplating, back paws glowing a sickly, purple color, and kicked.

ooc: umbren uses quick attack + sucker punch.

[esdese]

As the dust from Ken'ichi hitting the ground settled and the crowd dimmed slightly in it's roaring, Yuki scowled at the outcome she had missed at first. The Umbreon had moved with a Quick Attack and was trying to run circles around her Metagross. Well it was time to show that her pokemon, steel or otherwise, were anything but slow!

"Ken'ichi don't give it time to catch you off beat, speed things up with Agility then try to counterattack!"
She smiled as her pokemon began to glow with a purple light and readied itself to move swiftly. Too many people thought steel types were slow when all they needed was a bit of time to work up to speed and become an unstoppable avalanche of metal. After all it was harder to stop something moving quickly, and the heavy hitters she had would only go double for that.

Even with the Umbreon trying to run circles around him, Ken'ichi had little trouble keeping an eye on things. His brains were made to scan his surroundings and work with his Psychic typing to keep him constantly vigilant and that was paying off in spades. As soon as he heard the order from his trainer he quickened his mind and body as much as he was able and did his best to further keep pace with things. His opponent was smaller and faster, but he was surely stronger and was just waiting for a chance to prove it.

Left, back, front, and back again. His opponenet was all over, but he didn't have to wait long before the Umbreon jumped in low with a rather dirty attack and left him swinging outwards viciously with one more Meteor Mash that left him teeming with cosmic energies. Even with all his speed the Umbreon's attack was quicker than his own and connected for a nice blow to his slightly weakened hide and left the fleeting hope he would connect with his own attack in a cross counter.

All throughout this Yuki maintained a calm mask as her mind worked furiously. Her opponent was using a much faster pokemon even with the boost from agility and it was a small target. Worst case scenario left her switching out Ken'ichi, but for now she would have to wait and see. She did spare a smile as her opponent moved slightly back from the battle. She knew she wasn't getting any further from the action than she had to; it was all just much to exciting to be further off.

Still though, she was worried. She hadn't been in a battle that wasn't nearly life or death in quite a while now and she was worried her pokemon wouldn't be able to hold back as much as she would have liked. She steeled herself with a shake of her head. She had to trust her pokemon to know what to do or they would never get better as a team. All she could do was watch and give orders to the best of her ability for now. Ken'ichi knew what to do. She just had to believe that.

Agility + Meteor Mash

[gold]

As Shade sped up its opponent, too, followed suit: black and yellow blurred, mixing with the navy blue mass located in the center as the two sparred, locked tight in dominance for speed. Sunlight, still burning bright, magnified as millions of rays struck the steel surface, bursting in an explosion of light that forced Gold to look away after briefly raising an arm up; an effort, however fruitless, to continue watching in case something went terribly wrong.

He looked away, taking a few more steps back in an attempt to change the direct angle in which the sun struck him - along the way, pupils flickered towards the woman standing on the other side and narrowed, wondering how much trust he could afford to lose here, as compared to Unova. There was no war there - no strife, no difinitive rifts between trainers that still stubbornly remained here because Castelia had been a game, and this was proving more and more to be different from that bliss. Steel plating flickered from his new position, only the bursts of background that poked through signaling movement visible to the naked eye. Gold sighed, turning away. It was impossible to see through attacks too qiuck to follow, impossible to command. This new knowledge screamed at him to wait, for it was better to not give commands at all than blindly guide something he trusted as partners. So he did, biting his lower lip as emotions argued with logic, begging him to scream out something, anything to assure his pokemon knew, that he knew his pokemon knew what to do.

Stars exploded in the air and once again, shapes became visible: Metagross stumbled in the opposite direction, towards its trainer, and Shade came crashing down, slamming on the dirt with paws outstretched. Dirt scattered everywhere, masking the battlefield in a grainy fog and the trainer, as much as he wanted to step forward, hesitated, staying where he was. It'd hurt Shade, the attack - he could see that much by the way that Umbreon stood up and arched its back, stretching - but the blow wasn't strong enough and anything medicine could heal after the battle was still playing by the books. No. He shook his head. This was normal. It'd happened many times in his childhood and continued to happen here, but in the end, things still remained different. The opponent could kill him if she wanted to, and he could do the same to her. Tensions, mounted high, made it so that even the crowd, explosive after the Metagross's attack, couldn't fully mask the paranoia that intruded on such a battling high.

"Our turn to close the distance." Thinking too much, this was his problem, now - many good things came from observing Silver, but thinking (sometimes for abnormally long bouts of time) was one of the not-so-fufilling traits that he'd unwillingly picked up. In battling, he had to either think fast or not think at all, never both. "Screech. Get as close as you can." Shade flicked its ear to signal compliance and rushed off again, feinting left and right as the yards shortened into feet and glowing, red eyes became visible in the distance. Another curve to the left and the steel cross sported a yellow-white sheen. Shade bunched up its hind legs, putting forth one last burst of speed as the fox inhaled, breathing in dozens of sand particles and oxygen that almost made it gag, but held. Paws pushed off the ground, propelling him into the air and Shade twisted, maw parted wide as the shriek pounded into the ground below.

Gold nodded, half to himself. He had to hope that this would help him, believe that Shade could make it through without serious, war-like injuries even if this was a game. Above everything, he had to trust, an ability lost, over the months, without him consciously aware of it. He had to trust his pokemon because they trusted him.

ooc: umbren uses quick attack + screech.

[esdese]

Yuki's eyes narrowed as the reflecting light from her wounded Metagross shined towards her and the enemy pokemon became an umbrageous blur once more. Her Metagross had barely been able to keep up last time, but maybe he would be better off with time to prepare? Yuki could do as little to help him now as she could before unless she wanted to pull him out in favor of another pokemon.
"Try and nullify the Screech if you can!"
Her voice held a tone of worry and slight desperation. If his defense dropped any further he just didn't stand a chance.

Ken'ichi shook himself lightly as the opposition sped towards him once more. He had heard the orders given and braced his inner ears against the horrific wailing that assaulted him once more. It wasn't enough to stop something as shattering as that though. There was too much power behind the screaming. His hide lit up in a swift sheen as an Iron Defense was thrown around himself to stave off the rest of the terrible noise.

His defenses, while barely enough, gave him time to move. The enemy was in the air and wouldn't be able to dodge as easily now. Now was the time! His chance! His sound addled mind had him rushing forwards once more towards the enemy with all his speed. Meteor Mash hadn't been working so far, but maybe a Zen Headbutt would? He didn't need the damage from the psychic portion of it, only the force he could put behind his own speed and power. He shot forward with the force of a cannonball towards the airborne Umbreon in an attempt to finally end this fight with a forceful ramming from Zen Heabutt.

Yuki's eyes came right back to wide open as she saw what her Metagross was trying. It was risky, using a Psychic type move on a dark pokemon, but she could see what his plan was. That sort of force behind an attack, psychic or otherwise, would still hit something and hurt it badly. She was rather worried though. His already weakened defenses had seemed to take some solid damage from that Sucker Punch a moment ago, or was it minutes now? Time seemed to be flowing in a very odd manner whenever she battled, but maybe it was like that for everyone? Things just seemed to drag on dangerously long just to rub in the horrific details of something getting hurt in a battle. She just prayed none of it would be permanent for either side.

Iron Defense and a Zen Heabutt

[gold]

The crowd grew more agitated with each passing second - the former 'arial' spar sent cheering amongst spectators and the pounding, grating wail that bounced off stadium walls churned the arena into a frenzied state of disarray, chaos, even. Cries escalated to the breaking point, and words became lost in the midst of support in general - they blended with Shade's cries until Gold became uncertain which was louder, and whether or not 'volume' mattered, even given the situation. Somehow, he couldn't bring himself to react to these noises like he once did, in the past, because this fantasy wouldn't ever compare to the relentless, outside world.

Eventually, the cry faded, floating off into the breeze and Shade's voice halted, suspended in the air between it and its opponent like a ghostly apparation. Today, it lacked strength, and they both knew it - the grainy wisps of soil, still leftover from earlier, now catch in Shade's throat, and two moves that required full stamina, coupled with the non-stop battle for speed left the umbreon no choice but to cut some ends short. It'd always been a thinker, but in situations where the mind's unable to keep up, the only other option remains to rely on instinct. Danger.

Danger, instinct screamed at him: Shade twisted around, yellow eyes flashing as snapping teeth clicked together and it hissed, feeling the solid, metal contact and the light pink crystals that blinked once, surrounding it, then faded as quickly as they'd come. The initial shock, something that came with the brunt of the attack itself, faded, leaving behind only a dull, aching pain that made the surroundings jump and the ground blur as it throbbed in sync with the fading paw wound from when the fight first began.

In the air, surroundings slowed - the struggle for speed dominance, in turn, reversed the clock so that every second felt like minutes, spent waiting for a future that was all but immenent. Shade spiraled, catching itself after one, arial soumersault - yellow eyes narrowed, chest rising in quick-paced breathing intervals. It was hurt, bruised, cut: even if this wasn't the safety-assured haven Castelia was, the fact remained this was battling, and battling was always about pride. He clung to it, that pride, because back in the old days pokemon were never recalled out of safety, but recalled because they were - one way or the other - rendered unable to continue the fight. That was the way it'd always been, and that was the way it'd stay.

Tensing, the fox flipped over, eyes facing its opponent as the ground drew closer, wind whipping past pointed ears faster and faster as they both increased in speed. It darted, feinting a blow to the right and lashed both paws out at the opponent, slamming them down hard as hind paws churned the air to gain any possible height. They could both crash, but he wasn't crashing alone.

Losing was an option.

Not a choice.

ooc: umbren uses faint attack.

[esdese]

As the dust settled from the aerial clash there was a moment when it seemed like everything had stopped. Sound had halted and motion had ceased. A beat. Then it all came rushing back as it all hit her. The Umbreon was still standing, running even, towards her Metagross. She knew he wouldn't be able to react in time. He was still recovering from the vicious collision moments prior. He had done his part though. Her next pokemon would be more than a match for the speed of the darkness blurring towards Ken'ichi.

She had a hand straying towards her belt. It was only a precaution, but she had seen people go too far before. She didn't want to have to bury a pokemon today. She never wanted to have to bury one again. Once was enough.

Ken'ichi had accepted his fate this time. He couldn't move fast enough to ready himself for the next confrontation. He just had to do his best to take the blow. Hopefully the ally that came next could defeat what he could not.

The feint came, and went, as a metallic blue arm raised in an attempt to defend that was simply too slow. Too late. The attack hit with a deep and powerful thud, like a drum stuffed with sheets. He stumbled in the opposite direction of the hit from the force of the blow then collapsed into a steel heap. Yuki moved as quickly as she could to recall the wounded pokemon.

She shot a glare towards her opponent. She knew it wasn't his fault that his pokemon was doing its best to win. It was only natural right? She knew this, or at least her mind recognized it as logical reasoning. Right now all she could think about was beating the trainer before her and the Umbreon that had hurt her pokemon so much. The next ball was grabbed with a carefully measured movement. The next pokemon would be more than enough.

The following red flash of light revealed an equally red blast of flames from the Blaziken that appeared from it. Akane was more than ready for a battle. She always was. Akane had been with her from the beginning after all, and was by and far her most tenacious battler. She rarely even needed orders to follow during a battle anymore.

"Akane, Bulk Up for a bit more power. You're going to need it soon. Pump all your speed in and hit the Umbreon with a Blaze Kick."

Another quick burst of flames confirmed the order as Akane focused on toughening her body for the coming battle. As soon as she had adapted to the toughness her body was off like a shot towards the weakened Umbreon. She simply aimed in its general direction before dropping into a flaming slide towards her opponent, foot first. If anything she hoped the flames flying around her would hit if the foot was off target.

Metagross fainted. Blaziken was sent out, used Bulk Up and Blaze Kick. Let me know if I got something wrong and I'll change it.

[gold]

Front paws slammed down on steel the texture of death - both yellow-spotted sides screamed in protest and Shade hissed, feeling the imposing ground lurch underneath. Wounds, ones he'd done his best to ignore, now came rushing at him full force, sporting a pain so intense and so overwhelming that it was all he could do to finish the attack, slamming down with all the strength his paws had left. As the unmistakable chill left both paws slipped from underneath, sending the umbreon sprawing in a tangled mess on the dirt before shakily getting to his feet again. Curtains lifted, and the darkness disappeared, once again replaced with the bright sunlight and a navy blue figure in the distance. Both ears flicked once, albeit wearily - the hesitance was there, all around, from the way his paws shook as they struggled to hold the umbreon's weight to eyes he hadn't known to be closed, and it worried him.

The fox stood there, breathing heavily, eyes narrowed, trying to find some sense of triumph as red light came and engulfed the foe. Instead, there was nothing - no emotion, no fear -, only the thoughts of everything he could've done differently, and how this new knowledge only served to show how much harder he had to train: as the woman unclipped a second pokeball from her belt there was also the faint, lingering curiosity as to what stronger opponent was yet to come.

For a second, the ground glowed a faint red and Shade tensed, feeling the struggle of even that gesture as it sapped away at his strength and left paws feeling unsteady, shaking - perhaps somewhere, deep within, his own mind also cursed pride for refusing to draw back, that stubborn personality the only reason why his trainer also neglected to intervene, in his place. Even in the face of an unmistakeable, red-orange avian that same pride dictated he go on, going down in style if if he must, always clinging on until the bitter end.

He took in air, sucking as much breath as he was able before ribs stung with the pain and lungs felt like bursting with the extertion: whatever orders were given didn't matter anymore, because he doubted his paws, at this point, could move at all, let alone to move quick enough to dodge an attack of a much faster opponent than the former. And truly, this opponent was much more agile, ringing a wall of flame that trapped the umbreon in as a clawed talon shot forward with renewed strength, and a concrete purpose.

It struck the dark-type's hide and the screech bubbled forth, broken in the form of a cough: a burning sensation clawed at his broken insides with a resemblance to suffocation and ribbons of black blinked across his vision, unconscious before contact with the arid soil, splaying sideways in a form that resembled sleep. Gold, pokeball in hand, pressed the button, a genuine smile playing on his features as the red light came and engulfed Shade in an instant. He'd thought that this place was the war-torn society in disguise, but he was wrong, proven wrong because any fighting moves would only have spelled death, but the other trainer had chosen otherwise. There was no mercy in a place like this, but their intentions were still good in the end.

One hand pocketed the umbreon's pokeball - the other, also clutching a dual-colored sphere, tossed it in the air and light spilled forth, diminishing rapidly into a small, circular creature with hands the shape of lightning. "Trick, swift!" And the creature giggled, parting its mouth as stars arced forward, curving once in the air before hurtling themselves at the blaziken not too far off.

ooc: umbren tries to use screech but fails, then faints. rotom uses swift. its been wonderful rping with you, varnock! i'd prefer this gets judged first, but lemme know if you want to continue immediately instead <3

[Shale ♠]

VICTOR: GOLD

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