Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.
Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.
New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.
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Mateo didn't take Hawke's words to heart about not being able to one-up him. He'd known her far too long and far too well to ever believe she'd back down on something. Losing a challenge was just never an option for Hawke, he knew that and she knew that, so her words were an empty threat. She would be practicing to get better, and if she tried to resist, well. Mateo always knew exactly how to get her back onboard. As it was, he only smirked at her, his disregarding her words clear in his eyes.
And then Hawke dropped the word 'feelings', and Mateo's nose scrunched slightly. He really didn't want to talk about that, no matter how much Hawke tried to play it off as nothing. Mateo had known girls, he'd known they always overthought things and pondered into oblivion about what things might mean, and he absolutely did not want that to happen with Hawke. He was perfectly fine with how they'd been all these years, perhaps with just an extra layer of sneaking around, of which Mateo was a pro at anyway.
Deciding to continue on his train of thought and action rather than dwell any more on what Hawke had said, he strategically placed Hawke's hand to prove how much he'd wanted this tonight, while his other hand reached out to cradle the base of her skull as he came closer, pressing his lips against hers while keeping their bodies at a sliver of distance. It was now his turn, and he was going to take what he was due - it would be good practice for Hawke, anyway. Now that he had both hands free, he lifted Hawke by the waist in the water, and slowly moved them back towards the steps, his lips never leaving hers. He could get used to this, he figured, determinedly not thinking about how well she would not take it when / if he got bored of this, too. But Mateo was about the now, and in the now, he only had one very vivid desire.
Mateo gave Celeste another doubtful look. Sure, he liked to eat as much as any normal teenage boy - perhaps more so, because normal teenage boys didn't usually go through combat training and marching drills on the daily - and sure, Mateo wasn't one of those people who treated his body 'like a temple', but there was indulging and then there was straight up filth. Layers of cheese and meat sounded like the worst possible combination for even his strong gut. He shrugged lightly, smirk on his face as he replied, "Alright, Buckles, I'll take your word for it." He was thankful Chicago was not on the high list of places he'd go when he went out of Camp.
The smirk was still on his face when he glanced over to her, appreciating her joke about their shared stomach problems - although Celeste was probably serious about hers. Mateo had never met some more... well, weak wasn't the right word to describe the daughter of Vulcan. Perhaps sympathetic or empathetic, whichever one meant 'feels for other people'. Mateo was pretty sure he was psychopathic, but that was neither here nor there, and the son of Laverna for sure didn't care either way.
Of course, that smirk and general camaraderie vibe they had going sunk further as Buckles continued talking about how he had a heart. Mateo really didn't, as far as he cared; Celeste had been one of the very few people he'd considered a friend because she had come into his life and refused to leave. That had nothing to do with him and everything to do with her. He hadn't wanted to care about her when she first talked to him about her family - and he certainly hadn't. But she had relied on him and he had just tried to get out of that situation by trying to support her enough so she could stop being emotional and he could escape. That had translated to her trusting him, and by then it was too late. Honestly, though, Mateo tried not to show how he grown to become concerned for her only so he wouldn't have to deal with her emotions. Right? Right.
"I'll never understand the female fascination with the bad boy," he commented conversationally, with perhaps only the slightest hint of disbelief in his tone. "All the girls only want to get with one because they want to try to change them. You can't change people." A fact of Mateo's own life, actually. When he'd been in high school, he'd been labelled a bad boy because he just simply hadn't cared about anything, and was often caught with stolen items. Imagine his frustration when he'd flirt with a girl and she'd reciprocate, then the next day try to 'mold him for the better', asking about his life's ambition and telling him to start thinking about being serious? Excuse the f*ck outta her? "Don't go for a bad boy, Buckles. Don't listen to that fairytale crap." Did giving advice count as caring? Dang, it probably did. "And no, we're not going to watch anything sappy. Why don't we watch something like Shutter Island instead? At least it's interesting."
He knew he'd gone a touch too far when Buckles backed off like a scared rabbit. He hadn't even meant to - Mateo snapping his teeth was pretty on par for who he was as a person. He sometimes forgot not everyone appreciated that, and it was unusual for him to remember it because he didn't often care. Mateo lived by the words those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind. He'd gotten used to most of his friends being about to take the verbal abuse, and even dish it back; Buckles was different. One of his eyes half-closed as he tilted his head to look at her, squinting against the low sun. "Off to dinner without me?" he asked, a little humourlessly this time despite the slightly upwards curve of his lips. It was always hard for Mateo to remember to be mindful of others.
There was a beat of silence as Mateo processed Hawke's words about practicing on her own, before he subsided into a fit of silent laughter, standing upright in the baths and a little hunched over as he fought to keep the volume of his laughter to a minimum. His imagination ran rampant as it always did when it came to girls, but what was funnier was the idea of Hawke getting caught. He sighed as he finally caught his breath, still grinning uncontrollably at the very funny image in his head.
His mood dimmed slightly as Hawke continued on with her chosen topic of conversation, awkwardly trying to tell him she hadn't meant to use the word serious, but Mateo wasn't sure if she meant it or not. Girls were always weird about this, much to his consternation; it was usually the number one reason why he chose to just stop communicating with them. But he decided to give Hawke the benefit of the doubt, at least this time - if Hawke decided to act funky around him when they were in public, that was going to throw his mood down the toilet so fast, she wouldn't know what had hit her.
"You know me, right?" he asked rhetorically, tone even and conversational, "We just talked about how I never even steal for any other reason than just because I wanted to. If I didn't want to do this, Hawke, I wouldn't have. Plain and simple." Gods save him from the confusion of women. What sort of male would ever turn down such an opportunity? Not Mateo, that was for sure. He sighed again, less out of amusement this time, before he doggedly stepped forward, his movement hampered by the water as he leaned back again to submerge in the water up to his neck, and reached a hand for Hawke's. "I'll show you how much I didn't mind it... and also show you that you can practice with me." There was a shadow of a smirk on his lips as he pulled Hawke slowly forwards, guiding her hand towards him.
Mateo waggled his eyebrows at Hawke again, smug superiority in his tone as he offered, "You could always practice. Practice makes perfect, and you want to be perfect, right, Hawke?" Would Mateo offer to be her test target for this kind of activity? But of course, it only seemed fair. He had made her come undone, and with a fair bit of noise; it really was only fair payback that he be made to feel pleasure and say so out loud. He could even teach her what he liked - and Mateo liked a lot of things. The sudden image of it had Mateo suddenly very grateful that his body was submerged under water.
Of course, all signs of his humourous mood disappeared at the turn of their conversation. Mateo didn't like that look on her face, because he had a very funny feeling Hawke was going to be different now, and gods but Mateo lived to annoy the living daylights out of her. He would be supremely bored - and incredibly irritated - if she decided to do that thing that girls do and avoid him or give him the cold shoulder or not even look at him. This had all been in the spirit of fun, right? A challenge, just like many others in the years they'd known each other. Why did Hawke have to put meaning to it, because Mateo could clearly see that was what she was doing.
With a bit of a sigh, Mateo's hands rose to his hair, fingers sliding backwards in a bit of a frustrated movement. Why couldn't things with girls ever just be simple? He'd known things would maybe be a bit different after tonight, but he hadn't expected this. "Hawke," he started, his voice serious now. He took a step towards her, although he wasn't sure that was the best idea. "Nothing has to change. I mean, sure, we could do this more often if you wanted to" - Mateo was sincere about the practice bit, after all - "but why does it need to be serious?"
It pleased Mateo no end to see what he called the noodle look in Hawke's smile and body as she leaned up on her elbows to look at him. The goading about him only being allowed to win - much like her allowing him to be in control - only made him snicker. He had won this fair and square, but Mateo wasn't able to help himself from replying, "You could always try one-upping me." He waggled his eyes suggestively at her, innuendo in his voice.
With no shame whatsoever, Mateo watched as Hawke dumped her shorts and joined him in the water. The male demigod lazily paddled his hands in the water for no other reason than because it felt comfortable, and waited for Hawke to re-emerge from the water. He grinned at her when she came back up, realizing he quite liked the way her hair plastered down when wet, showing off the angles of her face and the sparkle in her ear. That post haze was abruptly shattered as Hawke - being Hawke - came closer to him and decided to ask him if this whole thing had been serious for him.
If he'd had anything in his mouth, Mateo would have spluttered at the question. As it was, he only stared at her in shock, his brain frozen in non-comprehension. Serious? As in, like, what, was she expecting things from him now? Because he'd gone down on her once? Mateo was many things, but committed was definitely not one. He could barely commit to a crime sometimes, his duties definitely hardly ever, and now he was expected to for a girl.
Carefully, mindful that he had no way of defending himself if Hawke decided to attack him, he flashed a quick smile at the daughter of Victoria, eyebrows coming together for a quick second as he asked, "Serious? What do you mean?" An internal part of Mateo was screaming. He never enjoyed these conversations, and he usually didn't have to - usually when he got tired of girls, he just stopped talking to them and hoped they'd get the hint.
As the last echoes of Hawke's pleasured sounds died around them, Mateo straightened, smug as a cat that got the cream and ego very much stroked. Of course, considering Hawke hadn't even known where to put her hands when they were kissing, Mateo's victory probably wasn't as considerable as he was acting, but he was a very simple male. The sounds had sounded real, Hawke had shuddered on the tiles, and everything was fine and dandy for the son of Laverna. Aside from his own problem, but that wasn't part of the challenge, so it wasn't too important right now.
There was a savage sort of glint in his eyes as he finally straightened, placing more butterfly kisses along the inside of Hawke's calf as he slowly shifted the leg from his shoulder, fingers around her ankle, returning the limb to the water. Now that the challenge had been completed, Mateo was suddenly aware of the fact that someone might have heard them, so he glanced at the entrance once before turning his attention back to the daughter of Victoria, self-satisfied smirk on his face. "I think I won that one, Hawkey, don't you agree with me?" he said, the teasing lilt clear in his tone.
He backed away as she sat up, leaning backwards so his body sank further into the warm water, allowing it to rush over his shoulders. There would be no excuse for his soaking wet pyjama pants tomorrow - or later today - but that couldn't be helped. It was probably going to be a good idea to drop them off in the laundry straight away than bring it back to his cohort; it would be less suspicious that way. Now that he was submerged in the pool, he supposed he might as well take a proper bath, and with that thought, struggled with the wet fabric that clung to his legs as he pulled it off underwater. When that was thrown to the side of the pool, Mateo dunked his head in briefly before popping back up, grin still on his face as he eyed Hawke.
Mateo's lips curled upwards even as he pressed them to Hawke's skin again and again, trailing kisses from her jaw to her ear then down her neck and across her shoulder. Now that her body was closer to his, his fingers wandered freely, lightly brushing over the female demigod's skin. "Don't worry," he murmured, promise in his tone, "I haven't forgotten the challenge, and I still stand by what I said." Could he be faulted for also just wanting to enjoy this and take his sweet, sweet time? Mateo didn't have an inkling on if Hawke would even be able to meet his eye after this. On one hand, he didn't particularly want anything to change about them - on the other, his brain had apparently gone on autopilot and everything was just about the now.
And now, one hand was travelling downwards, skimming over the side of one leg, hooking his fingers under her knee, hitching it up higher. The entire time, his lips trailed their path down her shoulder, pulling at her bra strap with his teeth and letting it snap back against her skin. The sound was sharp and loud in the empty room, and Mateo only smirked at that before pulling away, straightening again, this time aiming for the industrial piercing he'd been secretly eyeing for years. The metal was smooth and warm against his tongue, and Mateo moved carefully, not wanting to actually hurt the piercing.
The main thing he'd actually been wanting to do completed, he pulled back, eyes meeting Hawke's again as he smirked at her. "Lie back," he told her. His words wasn't exactly an order, but they weren't a request either, as his gaze brooked no argument from Hawke. His free hand drifted towards the front of her ribcage, pushing back slightly to encourage her, before travelling down to gently flick the jewellry on Hawke's stomach. All that toned, lean body, bared just for him. With a final smirk at Hawke, Mateo pulled up her other leg to rest over his shoulder and started working on the actual part of the challenge.
The smirk on Mateo's face was shadowed, feeling Hawke tense in his arms at the mere suggestion of dropping her into the pool. Her laughed protestation about her shoes were also ignored, Mateo not in the least bit worried about her shoes submerging into the water. No, all he cared about was that she did not leave the cage of his arms. As he sat her on the edge of the tile, he allowed her a bit of space to remove the danged Nikes - because of course they were Nikes - before returning to his position, her arms back over his shoulders again. The movement had flashed the sparkle of the jewellry in her navel, and Mateo's hormones spiked even higher, causing him to retake her lips with a bit more force than before.
His hands, palms previously resting against the tile, resumed their place on her waist, before travelling up her ribs, fingers pressing into skin as he pulled her closer to him. Mateo felt the edge of the line that was previously just rivalry with Hawke, before bulldozing straight past it and setting the bridge on fire. His left hand rose even further, towards her back, while his other arm encircled her waist, both of his limbs working together to press every inch of Hawke's body against his. The warmth of the water only served to heighten the promising burn of his skin as it touched hers.
A moment later, he broke away to place light butterfly kisses along her jaw. Mateo remembered the challenge he'd laid down and that she had taken up, and considering they probably didn't have all that much time before they were bound to get caught, the son of Laverna figured he might as well get started on what he'd promised her. Still, his movements were languid, because Mateo didn't want this to be just about the challenge. He wanted to make this enjoyable, not some rushed teenage groping in the back of the school - he was past that now. "Still won't back down?" he asked again, lips moving softly against her ear.
Let him take the lead - Mateo wanted to laugh aloud at that. Even that sounded like it was pulled from her mouth like teeth, difficult and painful and unwilling. There was no universe in which Hawke would enjoy giving up control, but the hilarity of letting Mateo take the lead, as though she could do anything else about it, had the son of Laverna pressing his lips together, not wanting to literally laugh in her face. Also, he may have been a little smug about it - he always was when he could one-up the daughter of Victoria.
As Hawke's legs came around his waist instinctively, Mateo's brain short-circuited. It wasn't his first, nor would it be his last time experiencing the familiar warmth of limbs around his body, but maybe it was because it was Hawke or maybe it was because they were in the baths or maybe it was just because it had been a while since he'd last had someone pulled up like this. His eyes were closed as he felt and tasted nothing but the girl in his arms, and so it was with some confusion that his slow drown was cut short by her pulling away. The mention of the wall was an unfamiliar concept to him for two seconds as he got his bearings, before brushing the back of his fingers against the tepidarium wall. It was fairly warm, he supposed, and so it was with a smirk that he began walking in the direction of the pool, hands now under Hawke's thighs to keep the blonde demigod lofted and clinging to him like a koala.
"Would you get mad if I threw you in?" he teased, his voice low. Despite the threat in his words, Mateo walked them towards the steps, slowly and carefully descending into the baths. Warm water lapped at his ankles, then higher up his legs, until he was waist-deep. Instead of moving deeper into the water, though, he turned and began wading sideways to the edge of the pool, depositing his charge on top of the tiles.
It was a rare day - or evening, as it was now - that Mateo didn't know how Hawke would react. She had always been predictable to him, which was fairly understandable because he'd always been predictable to her most likely. They had settled into a routine of antagonising each other for years, of course they knew how best to poke each other's buttons - Mateo probably more than Hawke. But this was unknown territory, and while Mateo had started this as another way of bothering Hawke, suddenly it didn't feel quite so flippant.
He was a bit relieved that she hadn't walked away, though, because Mateo wasn't sure if he wouldn't have gone after her. He probably wouldn't, let's be honest, because that would be a sign of losing and Mateo didn't like to lose against Hawke. But it would have irritated him and probably made his mood worse; a moody Mateo was not a nice Mateo. Her staying definitely made things better, though, and he only tutted at her quietly and replied, "Patience, Hawke. I'm told it's a virtue and something you could stand to get better at right now."
Considering Hawke had just shown a vulnerability by admitting that she didn't know what to do with her hands, he probably shouldn't laugh, but the toothy grin couldn't be helped. He had another thing that Hawke couldn't beat him in - those were few and far between, much to his consternation - and he wasn't as graceful of a winner as he could have been. He broke their gaze, both hands lifting from her waist to run palms down both of her arms until they reached her fingers, before pulling them up to rest her wrists on his shoulders. He had a better idea of where he'd tell her to put them, but that would be for later. Smirking at the blush on her face as he turned his eyes back to her, Mateo returned his hands to her waist, lifting her up and pressing her against the wall for a better angle before returning his lips to hers.
So the kiss hadn't exactly been planned. While, yes, admittedly Mateo had laid down the innuendo-filled challenge, that had been his hormonal brain running on autopilot because of course Mateo would make that sort of comment, especially when it came to Hawke. He had a funny feeling she'd react hilariously to any sort of entendre, and to his glee, she had, in a very spectacular fashion. Never once did he expect her to actually a) agree to meet him, just the two of them, in the baths, and b) actually allow him to kiss her. But that was apparently what they were doing, and as soon as he started, Mateo - simple boy that he was - completely forgot about what they had just been talking about.
Never in a million years did he expect himself to kiss Hawke. Him, and her. It was like the world's funniest joke, except apparently actually kissing her was the punchline. Aside from the surprise that she had let him, Mateo actually felt her kiss him back. Distracted, with his mind rapidly descending into one-track focus of just Hawke, Mateo's palms found themselves resting on her waist. A stroke of his thumb found bare skin, and he was temporarily pulled out of his focus on Hawke as he realised just how perilous this whole situation was.
His fingers gripped her quickly before loosening again, just as he broke the kiss, although he didn't step away from her nor separate his palms from her skin. He was finding it a little hard to think, considering the hormones firing all synapses in his brain. Suddenly, there was nothing at all funny in Mateo's universe, like a switch had been thrown and everything had changed. His eyes were shadowed as they looked into Hawke's. "You still think you're not gonna back down, Hawke?" he whispered, the barest hint of the throwback to their challenge in his tone. Briefly, Mateo wondered if the sweet taste of victory if she admitted she couldn't go through with it would be worth not kissing her more.
This time, when Mateo shook his head, it was in disbelief - disbelief that Hawke had gotten his personality so wrong. He'd never stolen things just to show off to people; he didn't care enough about other people's opinions to do anything for anyone else. "No, I always steal things because I want to, actually, Ms Know It All," he told her superciliously, a bit of a lofty look on his face. "If I took something, I wouldn't decide to just give it back. I'm not a fricking magician you find at the side of the street selling you a trick to steal your wallet." His skills weren't a game of show and tell, after all.
Mateo flicked a hand as though waving Hawke's idea away, rolling his eyes at the daughter of Victoria. "I've moved past that, Hawke; my genius ideas are endless." Besides, it was too much effort to go all the way through contacting Hawke Senior and maybe getting a response and then having to figure out how to get the shirt all the way to Camp Jupiter. There were too many possibilities and too many loose ends and Mateo just didn't think it was worth that much effort. He had plenty of better ideas already.
The smirk unfurling on his face as he watched Hawke's reaction to him was all shades of vindictive. A part of Mateo was gleeful that he had her cornered - although not completely literally, because if she backed down from the challenge and decided it was all too much, then Mateo would let her, of course, although he would mark that down as a big notch under his name in the little tally he kept by his bunk. His gaze shifted from studying the sparkle of her jewellry against his fingers, to meet her gaze when she spoke, his own eyes hooded. "I know," he told her, and he really did. Mateo fiddled with the industrial bar one more time before he finally succumbed to the temptation before him, bending down slightly to press his lips against hers.
Mateo's face brightened slightly even as his tone came out sarcastic. "Of course: most popular guy in school. What else would I be?" He most definitely was not, but that hadn't bothered him in the least. Besides, he hadn't needed the popularity to help with the girls, because even back then, he'd had female attention. The whole 'he pulled on your pigtails because he likes you' had permeated even grade school playgrounds, and a younger Mateo had been subjected to a lot of glittered cards and candy hearts. He, of course, had only enjoyed the attention. A vicious cycle that even he couldn't break out of.
Hawke advising him he wouldn't be able to find the hall monitor shirt amongst her things in Camp Jupiter was met with a faux disappointed sigh. "What a shame," he told her, although his voice remained even. He would have put it in a frame and hung it up above her bunk, a testament to all her achievements since she'd been a kid. Mateo thought it was a pretty funny idea, but he could always think of something else related to that part of Hawke's life. The orange vest was becoming a better alternative. "Never mind, I'm sure I can figure something else out."
As Hawke moved to pull her hair up in a ponytail, the glint of her industrial piercing caught the light again, and Mateo was now close enough to admire it even better. As he stopped right in front of the female demigod, her having to tilt her chin a little to keep her gaze on his face, Mateo smirked down at her. "You don't actually have to talk," he murmured, before raising a hand to run a thumb against the glint of silver in Hawke's ear. It had always been something he'd wanted to touch - preferably with his tongue, if he was going to be completely honest - and now that apparently Hawke wasn't going to back down from whatever he had planned for the evening, he was going to take every opportunity to do what he'd been wanting to do.
Whispered laughter echoed around them as Hawke assured him she'd definitely been a hall monitor in school and Mateo gave that the response he thought it deserved. Shaking his head, he only grinned at Hawke as he told her sardonically "Of course you were, Hawke, I never expected anything less." The grin sharpened into a smirk as he looked her up and down, before continuing, "Did you have a sexy shirt that said 'hall monitor' on it in big block letters?" Mateo did have some pride in himself so he was definitely not going to be stealing that but it was still a very funny idea. He was sure he could think of something to do with a hall monitor shirt when it belonged to Hawke.
The centurion was clearly discomfited - by what, Mateo wasn't sure - and he watched her lean against the wall, one eyebrow quirked. Was she trying to ensure there was some distance between them? Was she feeling hunted down and so felt safer with something solid against her back? Mateo enjoyed messing around with her, for sure, but he never actually wanted to cross the line into scaring her... He wasn't some kid of some sort of fear god who got off on that. Was she just trying to look cool while trying not to back down from the challenge? If it was that, Mateo would maybe be a little more comfortable with her defensive stance.
As she glanced at his bare torso before moving to take off her shirt, though, Mateo figured it was definitely because she hadn't wanted to look like she was going to back down. How predictable for Hawke, always trying to one-up him. The reappearance of the smirk on Mateo's face came in time with a heavier glint in his eyes as it was his turn to pretend not to be affected by her bare skin. Any comment he would have made was dashed aside as Hawke jeered at him about being quiet, and he made a gesture of zipping his lips as he slowly stepped towards her.
Mateo snickered at the story about the Greeks. On one hand, it was funny because Greeks; he hadn't yet met a decent one among the lot - whoever was the one that bullied Buckles was lucky Mateo hadn't seen him yet. On the other hand, the image of Hawke shepherding a pack of bleating Greek camper sheep was hilarious. There was nothing in that situation that didn't deserve a laugh for the son of Laverna. "Aww, Hawke the hallway monitor. Has a nice ring to it." He clicked his fingers before pointing at her, as though he'd just gotten the perfect idea for her - which he had, to be fair. "I'll find one of those fluoro orange vests things and get you a stop sign."
It would highly suit Hawke, Mateo thought, not that she needed it. Her personality was always very big for the room, and he himself could hardly ignore her when she was around. Granted, it was usually because he enjoyed seeking her out to needle her, prank her, or in any way ruin her day. That was just the order of the universe for them; she might even miss him if he didn't. Mateo wouldn't be surprised in the least if she did, although he knew she would never admit it.
With a smirk at the daughter of Victoria, Mateo copied her movements and shucked his hoodie, leaving it to drop gracelessly to the floor. He was just about to make a sarcastic comment about whether or not he was now undressed satisfactorily, when Hawke spoke again, and Mateo almost lost his cool at her words. It was difficult to keep one's laughter in especially when he shouldn't be heard anywhere in camp at this time. "Dang, man. Relax. I don't plan on getting kneed in places I like very much because I move too fast." The male demigod shook his head, still chuckling. "Relax, remember? I'm supposed to not be making a sound at all."
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