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Autumn{v} sits on a couch on Elora's Manse, eating from food cooked out of her supply of Ambrosia, little snacks on the shape of flower petals, with the taste of emotions, drinking from her wine, with his feet on her table, over important documents. "Yeah... this is acceptable."
venus{A} perches on the edge of the couch next to Autumn, trying to drum up some enthusiasm for the trip to Lookshy.
Autumn{v} offers some of the wine. "Want it? Elora chooses some decent brands."
venus{A} takes the glass from him and smiles a little. "Thank you. Maybe it will help calm my nerves." She takes a sip.
Autumn{v} It is, after all, better than anything Creation has to offer. It feels heavenly, with a flavor more... real, than anything. He moves on the couch to her, playing with her collar, touching her lightly, almost tickling. "Come on. How bad can it be?"
venus{A} smiles as the wine warms her a little, the flavor amazing. She giggles and pulls away a little as he hits a particularly ticklish spot. "Ever heard the phrase 'famous last words'?"
Elora Down the hallway and around the bend, in one of the many bureaucratic storage rooms that dot the Rock, Elora is hard at work....
Elora Where by "working," one might mean, "sitting in a lawn chair with a glass of wine and supervising Den Bao's filing."
Elora "Don't forget order by name, date, AND ascendant astrological mandate!"
Autumn{v} "Of course! I know many of those! For example, 'how can things get any worse?' or 'what happens if I push this buttom?'" And indeed he does push something, but he knows what it does already! "Come to think of it... let us push some buttoms!" And thus the scarf goes into her collar, and he rushes, almost jumping up to the bureaucratic storage room!
venus{A} chokes, and scrambles after him
Den Bao "Already on it. Really, Elora, you don't have to remind me..." Den is indeed working hard in Elora's stead, tongue out and a pen tucked behind his ear. He's also taking his sweet time: no point in rushing... you might mess things up!
Autumn{v} "Yellow Green! You are missing... A BLUE!" Autumn drops in, twirling Venus around and dropping Vee on Elora lap, and wine on Den Bao's paperwork! "There, now all is right in the world!"
Elora doesn't mind if Den Bao takes his time... slower filing means more time in the lawn chair!
Elora "Aaaaaah!"
Den Bao looks like he's going to choke, once the wine hits the papers in front of him. "... Smiling. Autumn."
venus{A} yelps as she is deposited in Elora's lap, and divides her time between a glare at Autumn, and a 'don't kill me' look at elora
Den Bao "These sheets are required not only in triplicate, but they much be notarized by no less than six celestial authorities, who only see people one hour during the day, since further interruptions interfere with their partying. FURTHERMORE..."
Autumn{v} "Just get them DRUNK, man! It always works. And someone eats those in the end anyway."
Elora considers very strongly refusing Venus' request, but settles for pushing her out of her lap and casting a slight glare at Autumn.
Den Bao "... not only is the required paper extremely rare in Heaven, but the only group that actively stockpiles charges a massive amount of anbrosia, your and and your leg, or a night of egregiously fierce anal sex for ONE SHEET!"
Den Bao is turning an interesting shade of red.
venus{A} lands on the floor with another yelp, and scoots across the floor backwards away from the group, freshly convinced of their insanity.
Den Bao "... thankfully I have another twenty."
Autumn{v} picks Venus with the scarves and twirls her around and to him, then, embracing her in front of him, leaving the collar - and what is written on it - very much in evidence. "... did you get it with the anal?"
Den Bao dries off his work area. "Really, you shouldn't trivialize such matters, and waste such precious material."
Den Bao "... twice. It was a slim time, and I was fighting a deadline. They're kind enough to make your breakfast, at least."
venus{A} blushes for some reason, but mostly tries to look inconspicuous.
Autumn{v} chuckles. "They ever tell you you worry too much, vi-ri-dian?"
Den Bao grunts something not unlike an affirmative, going back to work.
Elora decides that the crisis is over and sips on her wine again.
Autumn{v} "See, Ven Veni Ven?? They are hopeless, too uptight! Aren't you happy I got to keep you?"
venus{A} smiles slightly, "Yes, Autumn."
Den Bao "I am not hopeless. I am focused and driven. T Here? is a difference."
Elora pipes up. "It's true! He's been filing for six hours!"
Den Bao "Seven."
venus{A} reasons that her position could actually have been worse.
Autumn{v} "Our jobs are supposed to be done with joy Den Den?!"
venus{A} "You can be joyful about paperwork?" she asks doubtfully
Den Bao "I feel content when I have done my job, and done it well."
Den Bao nods, pausing to blow the ink dry. Carefully. "... perfect."
Autumn{v} "Of course you can't, Ven Ven?. That's exactly why he shouldn't be doing it!"
Elora "I disagree." Elora stands up and places her empty glass carefully on a shelf. "If he weren't doing it, I would have to do it. This way is better for everyone."
Den Bao sets that page aside, goes to the next. It's the same damn thing, of course. "I should have time for my own work later tonight, and then a good rest."
Autumn{v} "... E-lo-ra, you are a manipulative, slave-driving little BITCH."
Autumn{v} takes off his mask and bows "I like you."
Elora seems a little disturbed and maybe even insulted by that compliment.
Den Bao "... HRM."
Elora "Yes?"
Autumn{v} "Did Jupiter lose her panties?"
Den Bao suddenly slams his hands down on the desk. It looks like all the sheets and such are going to fly everywhichway... but they neatly rearrange themselves in midflight. In order, no less.
Den Bao "The tree."
Autumn{v} "Are her panties on the tree?"
venus{A} stares at the papers, fascinated
Elora thinks for a second. "Has it been five days already? Wow."
Autumn{v} "Time flies, doesn't it? I think it has a Lookshayan Sparrow's wings."
Den Bao "Mmm-hmm. I've a feeling this might not be as fruitful as one might imagine, but it's worth a look, yes?"
Autumn{v} "Of course! And maybe there will be panties."
Den Bao "... if there are, I will be surprised."
Den Bao nonetheless starts towards the place where his fist and a prayer strip met earth, taking the paperwork with him in case someone tries something.
Elora thinks "Yeah, Den Bao must not like those" to herself, but doesn't say it out loud.
Autumn{v} "Oh, Elora. By the way, we should go harass Ahlat later. I bet you'll love it!"
pigeon The tree Den Bao planted has bloomed surprisingly beautifully, and all around it are scattered small cards, notes, trinkets, and boxes. A rather shy spirit scurries away at the Sidereals' approach.
Elora nods warily at Autumn's suggestion
Den Bao "Hm. Interesting!"
Den Bao gets to the time-honored task of scooping up all the goodies and getting them into a nice little pile for ease of opening. "A good haul this time."
pigeon The first item Den Bao lays his hand on is an exquisitely carved jade chop, with Den Bao's name immaculately inlaid in reverse, in green and white.
pigeon Attached to it with a small red string is a worn and aged memorandum, so weathered that only a few words can be made out.
Den Bao hrms and tries to read it as best as he can.
pigeon "...the third day, six Sidereals had banded together to create a plan: to destroy the Solars, and replace them with the Dragon-Blooded, that Creation might be saved. They dubbed themselves the Bronze Faction, and began gathering others to their banner. The first six were as follows: Chejop Kajak, Every Fifth Dove, Blacke..."
Den Bao "... oh my."
Elora looks over Den Bao's shoulder. "What the licking rot is that about?"
Den Bao files that note away immediately. "Mind your business. We'll discuss later. Mine."
venus{A} "ew."
Autumn{v} "I'm not licking rot. You can do it yourself."
Elora makes a face and silently gives Den Bao a demerit.
pigeon Underneath the chop, a brilliantly glimmering quill pen, with plumage that shimmers like a rainbow, reveals itself. A crumpled and torn parchment is wrapped hastily around it.
Den Bao takes parchment and reads! So much to read!
pigeon On the parchment is a rough charcoal nude of a rather beautiful woman, executed with surpassing skill and brilliance, yet with a certain jovial cruelty that makes it difficult to look at.
pigeon A few scribbles on the bottom of the page read: "cassandra seven roses -- efd"
pigeon **e5d
Den Bao "... interesting."
Den Bao actually starts to set things to the side on a Convenient Stump for others to look at. The 'clues', anyway.
Autumn{v} "Sifu is ever a ravishingly beautiful bitch, isn't she?"
Den Bao "I wisely fear that woman."
venus{A} "Sifu?"
Autumn{v} pats Den Bao's shoulder sympathetically
Autumn{v} "Oh, see the lady on the parchment? That is my teacher."
venus{A} "Oh. She looks... nice..."
venus{A} smiles politely.
Den Bao "Hmph!"
Autumn{v} "Maybe I will let her play with you sometime. She taught me everything I know" He says, nibbling on her ear. He does manage to mostly not tremble, too.
Den Bao is too busy present-fishing to care.
venus{A} "Oh, uh. I...don't think... she'll want to meet someone so lowly as me."
pigeon Den Bao next finds a piece of crimson and gold paper, intricately folded into the shape of a chrysalis.
Autumn{v} "She would, she loves her playthings." He nods, and holds her to him, close. "But I am not giving you to her. I would hate if she broke you."
Den Bao looks almost afraid to open it, but tries to take a little peek to see if anything's inside.
pigeon At the merest touch, the chrysalis unfolds, releasing a glimmering starmetal butterfly into the air, which flaps its wings unsteadily for a moment, then flutters up to hover more or less over Den Bao's right shoulder, giving off a light glow.
Elora "Oooooooh."
pigeon The inside of the chrysalis proves to have a note written on it, although it is torn.
Den Bao "There's a bad joke to be had..." He takes the torn note and scowls, but nonetheless looks...
Elora looks carefully at the butterfly, a little jealous of Den Bao.
pigeon "...this vision upon Cevis Ghandarva, as my promise to Every Fifth Dove required me to, and my debt is paid. Consider our friendship at an end."
pigeon "love and kisses, Aurelia"
Den Bao "The metaphysical plot thickens."
Den Bao sets that one down as well, looking bug-ward for a second before continuing on. "Really, this does give us some interesting things to ponder."
Autumn{v} "To you, you mean. Stop hogging the evidence, man!"
Den Bao "Look on the stump, mask."
Den Bao has been leaving the clues there, yes.
Autumn{v} checks it. "... Ghandharva? Oh, wow..."
venus{A} "...who's that?"
Autumn{v} "He is the self-proclaimed reincarnation of an Immaculate Dragon, a man not even the Realm could ever touch." He smiles, changing his mask to a fiery half-upper-face-mask! "We have an enemy worth of us!"
Den Bao "... joy."
venus{A} "He's...not in Lookshy, right?"
Elora "I doubt it."
Autumn{v} "He doesn't fit Lookshy. He loves the faerie, and says he is Mela reincarnated..."
Autumn{v} "He must be somewhere in the north, maybe."
Den Bao sighs, shaking his head. Next package!
venus{A} looks moderately relieved.
Autumn{v} "You would prefer to brave the Wyld to stay away from Lookshy, Ven Ven?? Wow, kinky!"
venus{A} "What? I never said that!"
pigeon A crystal goblet presents itself under Den Bao's hand, a balled-up rag stuffed inside it.
Den Bao grabs the rag and flicks it open with a hand. "Excellent. I did have some merlot I needed a nicer goblet for."
pigeon Wrapped in the rag are a few tiny granite figurines, miniature duplicates of the statues that the Sidereals have previously encountered in the fountains.
Den Bao "... I don't know if this is a clue or meant to mock you, Elora."
Den Bao sets those down as well, shaking his head.
venus{A} "Do they do anything?" She stares at them with morbid curiosity
pigeon Only one more present remains -- a clean and immaculate sheet of white paper, folded over once.
Den Bao raises his eyebrow at that sheet, but nonetheless takes it and opens it carefully.
pigeon A single sentence is written in elegant calligraphy within: "Every Fifth Dove's current incarnation is Smiling Autumn."
pigeon There is also an extremely ugly necktie.
Elora turns around without humor in her eyes. "You have ten seconds to explain yourself, Autumn. Maybe fifteen if you can look really sorry."
Den Bao "I think there are devices that could let us peer into his Essence pattern..."
Den Bao turns around, oh-so-slowly, to look at Autumn... and tucks the necktie away. It would be nice for a Resplendent Destiny costume.
venus{A} edges behind Autumn, now that everyone is looking evilly at him.
Autumn{v} "Huh?"
Autumn{v} picks the note, reads it... and thankfully, his wide eyes are obscured by the mask. "...oh."
Autumn{v} "Well... explain myself? I, um." He rubs his chin... "Make AWESOME statues!"
Autumn{v} "Am I right or am I right?"
Elora "Four left. Keep going."
Autumn{v} "I had no idea I was Every Fifth Dove? Come on, Elora, would you doubt ME?"
Autumn{v} makes puppy eyes
Elora glares at Autumn with narrowed eyes. "A LIKELY story."
Den Bao "Fine, fine..."
Autumn{v} "Like YOU guys know all your former incarnations."
Autumn{v} crosses his arms and looks all offended
Den Bao keeps going, although he's sure nothing can top the last revelation.
pigeon A few worthless trinkets are all that Den Bao can find remaining.
Autumn{v} "Of course... that means Mistress probably knew me before. That means we have to go talk to her."
Den Bao "Teeeeh. That looks to be it. Weeelp. We're done here. Let's gather up and brainstorm over what madness we have uncovered."
Autumn{v} "SLUMBER PARTY AT ELORA'S BEDROOM!"
venus{A} remains out of sight.
Den Bao "... I shall pass."
Autumn{v} "... dude. You want to brainstorm, right? Where better, and more secluded, than Elora's bedroom?"
Den Bao "If by 'brainstorm' you mean 'fuck mindlessly all night', I will pass. Otherwise..."
Autumn{v} puts his hand around Den Bao's shoulder, whispering conspiratorily "No one will suspect we will be discussing it there. No one suspects of a high-priority meeting on a bedroom. This is sensitive information, Den. You are playing around with it, I am not. I am just APPEARING to. To fool THEM. You know, THEM!"
Den Bao "One has but to trace the movements of the local forest godlings to get an idea that the charm has been used. If 'they' wanted to know, they would know already. The location matters not... but I suppose it wouldn't hurt."
Den Bao "... I'm still upset at you about that wine nonsense, by the by."
Autumn{v} "Good. Then, come grudgingly and pretend to be annoyed by my antics!"
Autumn{v} "Even better! That will make pretending easier!"
Autumn{v} picks everyone with the scarves and leaps like a bunny on drugs towards the Manse!
venus{A} chokes once again and is dragged along after
Den Bao slaps his forehead in exasperation.
Autumn{v} hops, hops... and the collides with something very, very hard, falling to the ground!
Autumn{v} "... ouch! Oh! Hey! Don't kill me!"
venus{A} swings around at the end of the scarf, jerking to a stop and falling backwards.
Bishop is here! Drenched in brilliant white linen and crimson silk. A lone, crazed red eye turns down towards Autumn.
Bishop "I apologize for my tardiness. I had to preside over a gospel meeting."
Den Bao is nearby, and looks like he'd much rather be somewhere else. Like the other side of Yu-Shan. He does have all the collected goodies and notes, though.
venus{A} picks herself up, muttering.
Autumn{v} "Gospel? You almost make it sound like it doesn't involve blood!" He gets up, taking dirt of himself... and then he points! "Bishop! Meet Den Bao!" He says, coming to Den Bao and whispering, "Remember, eight yards!"
Bishop 's metal-plated left hand emerges from the folds of his robe, pointing imperiously at Den Bao!
Bishop "Greetings!"
Den Bao raises a big ol' caterpillar eyebrow, but nonetheless bows before the Bishop... and then sees the hand. "Greetings, indeed."
Autumn{v} "... no blood spilt. Damnit." He picks a rod of Ambrosia and hands it to Elora. "You win."
Bishop turns his ominous pointing hand to Autumn, his voice still booming like a drill sergeant's!
Bishop "Do not be so hasty!"
Den Bao "... eh?"
Elora pockets the Ambrosia silently.
Bishop returning his attention to Den Bao, and his voice to a pleasant, conversational tone; "I am the Bishop of Strife."
Den Bao "Den Bao, servant of Secrets and your ally in this wonderful band of ours."
venus{A} rubs her neck, watching them
Bishop The imperious pointing gauntlet turns to venus, and his voice booms again. "Who are you!"
venus{A} "Um.. I'm Venus. But not the one that will make you think I'm someone I'm not."
Autumn{v} readily gets between Bishop and Venus! "That is Venus! Daughter of Ahlat, and my property. No breaking!" He says, finger pointing as a lecture to the Bishop, the tip of his finger touching the tip of the Bishop's
Bishop "Your concerns are unwarranted! I would not break her very much!"
venus{A} nods, adding, "I belong to Autumn." she smiles uncertainly at Bishop. very much.
Den Bao "... most interesting."
Den Bao rubs his chin in that 'the plot thickens' manner of Greens.
Bishop "I require information."
Autumn{v} "I made those statues!"
Autumn{v} "... wait, do you even KNOW about the statues? Dude, your Gospels take too long."
Bishop "I require useful information."
Bishop "What statues? And do not mock the Gospel of Our Lady in Bloodshed!"
Autumn{v} "I am not mocking. I am saying it takes too long! Anyways, we found those... statues. Of dead maidens and crippled maidens and suchlike. And turns out, I made them! We also... um." He looks shifty to each side. "Can't tell you here. Come on, only Elora's bedroom is safe!"
Autumn{v} resumes the scarves and rushes everyone into Elora's bedroom!
Elora tries to object, but no one listens!
Bishop "Elora's bedroom is never safe!"
venus{A} is ready this time and lopes along behind Autumn without choking!
Bishop goes along anyway, though.
Autumn{v} closes the door behind everyone, and breathes a sigh of relief, as if the whole of heaven was after them!
Den Bao follows along, whistling. "Information is my game, yes... and Autumn here is suddenly paranoid, as if he found out that he'd done something potentially horrifying in a past life. But of course that can't be true."
Den Bao grins. "If it were, I'd know." If he had glasses, they would shine ominously.
Autumn{v} "Den Bao, you are a conniving, lying, workaholic BASTARD!"
Autumn{v} "... I like you too."
Den Bao "No, I won't have sex with you. Anyway, information."
Den Bao calmly lays down the Green's Clues for the Bishop to observe and hopefully not punch to death.
venus{A} sits on the far side of the bed.
Autumn{v} pouts and locks the door
venus{A} watches Den Bao? with a little wry smile
Bishop "...I am intrigued."
Bishop "Having been out of the loop for a bit, I was unaware of the Cevis Ghandharva situation. I believe that he should be beaten."
Den Bao "I've this distinct feeling that would be fun and productive."
Bishop "Beatings are invariably fun and productive!"
Bishop "Anyone who says otherwise is a liar. Or a Blue."
Bishop "I am curious, Den Bao; what do you think?"
Den Bao "Hm." Cue the chin-rubbing. "That the rabbit hole is deep, this will all lead to more questions, and there's a fair chance I'll have to outwork some of my own to get more proper answers. All in all... it feels like this little misadventure will be fun and rewarding. Or horribly lethal. But still fun."
Bishop "Hm. I wonder if perhaps I should have a chat with a former instructor of mine on this subject. She may have some insight into the nature of the statues."
venus{A} "does this mean we're not going to lookshy?"
Bishop "What's in Lookshy?"
venus{A} shrugs. "I don't really know."
Den Bao shrugs. "You're welcome to take them, Bishop."
Bishop is suddenly aware of the page of notes from before. He produces them, the mathematical figures and calculations breaking most every established norm for human understanding, and threatening poor Venus with a nosebleed. "Ah, yes. That's in Lookshy."
venus{A} blinks and looks away, shielding her eyes from the creepy numerals. "Gahhh"
Bishop "...ah, right. Yes, do not think to hard about it."
venus{A} "..the hell IS that?"
Bishop "That ... is mathematics!"
venus{A} "I've heard of mathematics, but I never heard that it made your brain fall out your nose."
Bishop "This is advanced mathematics."
Den Bao "... oooh, that was decidedly enlightening."
venus{A} risks a peek and quickly covers her eyes again. Sniffs.
Bishop "...very advanced."
venus{A} "You people have the strangest torture devices." she mutters.
Den Bao "It's not torture, it's merely things that laugh in the face of standard reason and understanding. You get used to it."
venus{A} "If you say so. What's so enlightening about it?"
Bishop "Hm. How should I explain that..."
Bishop produces his notebook and pen, and begins drawing out an inordinately lengthy equation. The paper stretches slowly to accomodate the sanity-threatening numerals, bending around itself into a mobius strip, allowing him to keep writing. And then, he comes to a familiar symbol.
Bishop =
Bishop moves the page a bit, allowing room to write in the answer, and lo!, there is a spear lying on the table. X = a spear!
Den Bao claps, looking suitably impressed!
venus{A} attempts to follow the equation, gives up when she feels her mind start to go numb, and then stares as a spear appears on the table
Bishop "Through thoughtful application of advanced principles, I have constructed a mathematical equation for which the solution is a spear."
venus{A} "That...doesn't... make... sense..."
Bishop "Yes it does. My calculations prove it to be logically impossible for it not to be true."
Den Bao "It does when you ponder that there are mant different ways to arrive to the same conclusion. I imagine there's at least seven or eight different paths he could have taken with that equation to form a spear."
venus{A} "But... a spear... from numbers?"
Bishop "While there are numerous equations that can equal a spear, there is only one equation that equals that spear."
Bishop "It's a fairly rudimentary mathematical constant."
venus{A} "Is the spear magic?" she reaches out to poke it
Bishop picks up the spear and passes it off to Venus. There's nothing magical about it, really, other than being very oddly-balanced and arcane in appearance. "Bearing in mind the immutable truth that One Spear's Shadow Divides the World, it is a simple matter of constructing equations that demand the mathematician to find the divisor. Working in a base-? system makes this a great deal easier."
Den Bao smiles a little... then goes back to his forgotten paperwork. "My where did the time go!"
venus{A} jabs the spear in the air experimentally
Bishop "...where did the time go? I must find out!"
Bishop begins to write!
venus{A} screws up her face, "You mean that literally don't you."
Bishop stops writing. "...apologies. Mathematics are just so damn enjoyable."
venus{A} "Oh, yes... I can see that. They seem very interesting."
Autumn{v} returns with many glasses, and some champangne, placing the glasses on the bed and helping himself to some of it! "So, what was decided while I was gone? We have four places to go, five of us that are six and can never be more than four, and no place to go alone, apparently."
Bishop "I believe that I shall raise the issue of your little sculpting escapade with a former instructor of mine."
Autumn{v} "Instructor? Who's that? Not Cassie, I hope."
Bishop "She Who Lives In Her Name."
venus{A} "Well, that's a w..." she decides it's probably better not to continue her phrase.
Bishop 's gaze pierces Venus. "If you aren't going to say it, do not begin to. Finish. Now."
venus{A} holds the spear crosswise, as if trying to parry his gaze. She gulps, and mutters, "that's a weird name."
Autumn{v} "... well, I name my pet Venus, I guess we Sidereals are all prone to such nicknames." He nods sagely, apparently oblivious he really meant who he meant.
Bishop "Strange nicknames, yes."
Autumn{v} "Anyways... I need to go meet Cassie. We need to go to Lookshy. We need to find Ghandharva, and we need to go harass Ahlat." He stops, looking the Bishop up and down... "Ever met the Southern God of War for a contest, Bishop?"
venus{A} "A...contest?"
Bishop "Not that I recall. I feel reasonably confident that I could beat him into the ground."
venus{A} "...why don't we go to Lookshy? That sounds like a good idea."
Autumn{v} "Let us find out? You go to She Who Lives In Her Name. I go to Cassandra. We meet back here, and go poke at the Temple of the Bull. Maybe even get some good charms to go annoy Sunipa when we get to Lookshy. What do you think?"
Autumn{v} ((* good LUCK charms))
venus{A} "Right. I'll stay here.. and ... pack. Yes. I'll pack."
Bishop "Hmm. It has beatings, luck, mathematics, and I'm sure Elora figures into it somewhere. This sounds like a good plan to me."
Bishop "Speaking of Elora, Serpent raised a fascinating point while we were eating pastries the other day: Elora has a 'nice butt'. According to Serpent, it is firm."
Bishop "I believe that we must use this to our advantage."
Autumn{v} "Yes, got it all right, Venus. Pack everything, and we're leaving to the Bull House as soon as I get back." He nods, nearly tickling Venus' torso "... hmmm, that is a great observation! How do you propose we use it?"
Bishop "I am not certain!"
venus{A} looks visibly relieved, "Maybe you can... paint it."
Bishop "...I am not sure that would actually fulfill any function."
Autumn{v} "Hmmmm! That is an idea!" And thus he goes... and holds Venus' hand, prickling one of her fingers, drawing drops of blood... and then picking a brush with it, and running out after Elora!
venus{A} "Ow!" she sucks on her finger.
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