Administrator
HIGH PRIESTESS
gold
familiar Familiar
played by OOC Namestaff
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MONKEY KING
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Post by Admin on Mar 3, 2022 21:46:24 GMT -7
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merchant of venice
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] Late febuary[attr="class","staffpara"]
Well. He would just have to write a letter of his own. [break][break] Selwyn was likely at sea. Which had been fine for the past two years, he supposed, nothing must he could do about that. But apparently, Dmitri had a pigeon that knew how to fly to Lucia-- he only really remembered its existence yesterday when Maggie appeared with the bird in question in her beak, placed it on his desk like some trophy kill and then politely knocked on the surface. [break][break] He had, naturally, spat his drink out and acquiesced to her suggestion, if only because she had made it in the most insane way possible. And, a part of him supposed, she was giving good advice.[break][break] Still, the blond folded on his own terms. The letter he wrote, much to Maggie's dismay, simply said: [break][break]
"West Point Lighthouse. March 11th. 10pm. Catch up? - Dmitri"[break][break]
Selwyn didn't need to know that Dmitri was annoyed. That would be a part of the surprise. The catching up bit, he supposed. The captain had a lot to answer for but, as long as he wasn't an idiot (and/or a newfound enemy), he would know better than to not show up. [break][break]
present day [attr="class","staffpara"] Dmitri is standing near the base of the Lighthouse and the sea beyond it is quiet. The whole night is quiet, really. The only noise is the intermittent click of Dmitri's lighter as he tries, in vain, to get the damned cigarette in his mouth to catch fire. [break][break] Maggie is perched on his shoulder and seems to be looking at her witch, amused until she bristles her feathers and stares into the distance. [break][break] "Mmm?" Dmitri asks, squinting vaguely into the dark, not wanting to look up from his preoccupation.[break][break] He really should've just picked a cafe or something. This was so extra. What was he thinking? [break][break] serafim strix[break] dmitri is vaguely hostile[break] dmitri is currently using no spells[break] dmitri's familiar is out and about [break][break]
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gold
familiar Familiaraxius, the sea dragon
played by OOC Namelav
I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING
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Post by serafim strix on Mar 3, 2022 23:19:23 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","pie"] for the last two or so years, serafim's been busy. he's had to be, of course — he's stolen a name and swallowed the sea, and he hears the roar of it every time he returns home, an ocean crashing against unfamiliar manor walls. he's exhausted, naturally. how much sleep can you get when you're pretending to be two people at once?[break][break] but at the same time, he's never been more alive. he remembers his first hunt — balanced atop frothing waves in a tiny little rowboat, watching the ocean rise and part like the maw of a great beast, knowing, without the sliver of a doubt, that a single twitch of the daemon curled beneath the water's surface would render him and the boat little more than blood and driftwood. he remembers the exhilaration, felt something like a dam between his ribs unlock, a pulling as sure as a river running to the sea. understood, in that brief instant, the impulse that sea had borne towards land since the beginning of tides — to rush, to possess. had been, in that brief, weightless moment, anything but serafim.[break][break] the ocean, he remembers selwyn telling him, as serafim sketches out the boundaries of a new nautical map, doesn't really care about what it feeds, or the dead it washes away, when it crashes against the rocks of a village. its sole concern is its own power.[break][break] but where power is something solid and tangible for the other witch, it's all smoke and mirrors for serafim. the selwyn that serafim was — is — familiar with is a creature delimited by aelmor's borders, sustained by the west salem sea. that selwyn, serafim can imitate, like the rough bristled brushstrokes of a painter's base layers: the streak of light outlining the slant of a sharp jaw, the unyielding angle of proud shoulders. in the rare instances that someone calls for selwyn, serafim crafts a stage and fashions himself the protagonist of a play. dim lighting, a practiced posture, information gleaned from years of working for the man and digging curiously into the manor's contents, all tied off with the neat knot of selwyn's characteristic reticence. selwyn's death leaves a vacuum in the heart of aelmor; how long till someone notices?[break][break] this letter, though, is something different. dmitri? selwyn's journals don't mention a dmitri, but perhaps this is enough secret that the former captain had taken to his watery grave. as for serafim, the only dmitri he knows is the sybarite — a coven leader now, he remembers. surely not?[break][break] go. axius is sprawled across the bannisters, scarlet eyes blinking down at serafim at different, disorienting times. you wanted to play this game, no?[break][break] the lighthouse is not unfamiliar to him, but the figure standing at its base is an imprecise smudge of shadow. it makes him uneasy. serafim forgoes the cane for this meeting — when he walks, it is selwyn's rolling, sailors' gait. when he talks, drawing nearer, it is in selwyn's voice, the plain, unadorned rasp of a man who knows exactly who he is. "right, so what's this about?"[break][break] there is no such thing as true darkness under an open night sky, serafim knows, but gods this lighthouse is a ghastly place to meet. he's also squinting into the darkness, trying to decipher the angles of a face, eyes, the darkened shape atop a shoulder. who?[attr="class","pietag"] Admin[newclass=".pie"]background: var(--secondbg);color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: 'Jost';font-size: 13px;line-height: 1.8; width: 475px; margin: 0 auto; padding:5em 4em 4em 4em;text-align:justify; box-sizing:border-box;} .pie a { text-transform:uppercase; width:fit-content; margin:0 auto; display:inline-block; background-color:var(--boardbg); padding:0.6em 0.8em;font-size:0.8em;} .pie .notes { display: block;font-size: 0.8em;letter-spacing: 0.05em;padding: 4em 4em 0 4em;text-align: center;border-top: 1px solid var(--mainbg); margin-top: 4em; } .pie s { font-size:0.75em;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.1em; font-weight:bold;color:var(--pegasus);text-decoration:none; } .pietag { margin-top:4em; text-align:center; } div[rel=user-61] .pie b { color: var(--pegasus); [/newclass]
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Administrator
HIGH PRIESTESS
gold
familiar Familiar
played by OOC Namestaff
aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my l
MONKEY KING
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Post by Admin on Mar 4, 2022 0:03:32 GMT -7
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merchant of venice
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] with serafim stix[attr="class","staffpara"] It is, perhaps, the lighter's fault. [break][break] If Dmitri had not been so preoccupied with it, he would've looked at Hale and recognized earlier that the man was not who he pretended to be. But honestly, it had been two years since they last met -- perhaps the lighter's shortcomings would have made no difference after all.[break][break] Whatever it is, Serafim doesn't get the luxury of Dmitri's more discerning gaze. Instead, the first impression the actor makes upon Dmitri is his voice, and it's a little too good of an impression for it to be the one Serafim wants to leave behind. At least, not right now. [break][break] A tragedy in three parts. The first: the death of an old friend, mere months before Dmitri's first day upon the throne of the Lamia Towers. The second: the fact that Serafim, by and large, keeps up appearances. And the third: the fact that Selwyn Hale (dead) and Serafim Stix (very much alive) both chance to neglect a common practice in Sybarite tradition, among powerful witches and the "players of the game," so to speak: acknowledging a change in power. [break][break] In other words... [break][break] "What did you say--"[break][break] Seemingly startled by her own witch's darkness, Maggie flies off her perch and into the sky. A circling crow under the moonlight. Never a good omen. Neither is the drop in temperature that follows-- within seconds, the air around the two goes several tens of degrees below freezing. The wind and the sea begin to respond, whistling and coming to life.[break][break] This cocky little shit--[break][break] Dmitri takes a step forward, into the moonlight. He towers above "Selwyn"-- although, he always has.[break][break] "Do you need to be brought to heel, Hale?" he asks. [break][break] serafim strix[break] WARNING dmitri is very hostile[break] dmitri's familiar is out and about[break] dmitri is currently using[break] [attr="class","spellcont"] [attr="class","spellimgcont"] [attr="class","spellbody"]
CHILL OUT[break] A spell that lowers the temperature by a significant amount over a wide area. It's wildly popular among hunters who use it and wait to see the clouded breaths of their targets. Some extremely powerful ice witches can use the spell in a more targeted fashion, decreasing the temperature around their opponents to weaken their senses and slow them down.
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SKILL: COLD BLOODED[break] A skill that stops drastic cooling in body temperature of the user caused by ice magic. The skill's owner is used to the cold and can be in cold environments much longer without hypothermia and resulting cell damage caused by extreme cold. They are capable of using their ice magic for extended periods of time without shutting off from the cold.
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gold
familiar Familiaraxius, the sea dragon
played by OOC Namelav
I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING
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Post by serafim strix on Mar 4, 2022 0:43:46 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","pie"] he knows his mistake as soon as he hears that voice. as his gaze follows dark wings that sweep towards the sky, his blood turns to ice — perhaps quite literally, because suddenly his breath is curling white clouds into the air, a panicked flare at sea.[break][break] mockingly, within his own head: 'oh, a letter from a dmitri? must be some random dmitri from the middle of fuck-all nowhere, right?' good job, sef, absolutely legendary.[break][break] he thinks he hears axius laughing at him; the same, ocean-roar of a laugh he had heard when stuck twenty feet below the ocean's surface, shrapnel driven through flesh and bone alike. the same laugh that says, goading, well? what are you going to do?[break][break] he's always known he'd have to give up the game somehow. some last, final curtain call — maybe he'd have taken selwyn's name and transformed it into something else by then, maybe left some mark upon salem before he went back to being the vestigial reminder of a family's transgressions, went back to being - strix, a name truncated, playing pretend with personhood.[break][break] is he shaking? he's pretty sure selwyn was never the type to shake, but good gods it's so very cold, and he's thinking of a time when selwyn had dragged the crew on a hunt in the dead of winter, when serafim had inhaled air so frigid it cut at the insides of his throat, rendered him hoarse even as he called out directions, never looking away from their quarry. [break][break] he's anything but a hunter now, though. he's tipping his head back to meet dmitri's gaze, feeling the freezing air against an exposed throat like the threat of a beheading that would be his own fault entirely. [break][break] "hopefully not—" and this is in serafim's voice, now, its edges rounded and subdued; when he takes the smallest of steps back, he's favouring his bad leg again. in the moonlight, his eyes are pale, a far cry from selwyn's, dark as midnight waters. he offers the name, honorifics and all, like an apology. "— high priest wisbane—"[break][break] a little more uncertainly, because he's starting to lose feeling in his fingers, "— ...sir?"[attr="class","pietag"] Admin[newclass=".pie"]background: var(--secondbg);color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: 'Jost';font-size: 13px;line-height: 1.8; width: 475px; margin: 0 auto; padding:5em 4em 4em 4em;text-align:justify; box-sizing:border-box;} .pie a { text-transform:uppercase; width:fit-content; margin:0 auto; display:inline-block; background-color:var(--boardbg); padding:0.6em 0.8em;font-size:0.8em;} .pie .notes { display: block;font-size: 0.8em;letter-spacing: 0.05em;padding: 4em 4em 0 4em;text-align: center;border-top: 1px solid var(--mainbg); margin-top: 4em; } .pie s { font-size:0.75em;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.1em; font-weight:bold;color:var(--pegasus);text-decoration:none; } .pietag { margin-top:4em; text-align:center; } div[rel=user-61] .pie b { color: var(--pegasus); [/newclass]
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Administrator
HIGH PRIESTESS
gold
familiar Familiar
played by OOC Namestaff
aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my l
MONKEY KING
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Post by Admin on Mar 4, 2022 12:16:51 GMT -7
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merchant of venice
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] with serafim stix[attr="class","staffpara"] His anger does not meet Selwyn's usual stony resilience-- a transparent iris looks back at him, nothing close to substance. Dmitri has never pushed this lightly and seen it go through-- not with the captain, at least. [break][break] A flicker of something. Recognition? A pause. Mostly because the blond is searching for a name.[break][break] "Sirius?" he asks, suspicious but a little more disarmed. [break][break] He always had liked that intern. Dmitri had had many, but Sirius ( That's not his name, Maggie says) was the most memorable. The others fell into two broad, derogatory categories: too sane, or too eager. The former kept trying to approach Dmitri's life as though it was any other job, and looked scandalized when they needed to clean up a body, or went into hysterics when they found themselves in the crossfire. [break][break] The latter, though, were worse. Witches that really thought he was there to offer them some kind of grand teaching of power, that would come from afar in order to gain some proximity to the latest snake with its teeth on the throne. As though they could taste it by kissing his ass. And yet, they were the ones convinced they were ambitious, worthy of greatness. [break][break] Well, he would say. If you want power, what the fuck are you making me coffee for?[break][break] Sirius ( It's Sera--). Fine, Sara wasn't like that. A human with a taste for trouble, Sara was anything but --- ( Serafim. His name is Serafim) --- ugh. [break][break] "Why the hell did he send an intern," Dmitri says, after a moment's appraisal.[break][break] He raises an arm to the sky and Maggie dives with all the strength of a predator, talons digging into a gloved finger as she lands back onto her witch. A little violent to be a landing, but neither Dmitri nor his familiar seem to notice it.[break][break] No one else for miles, she confirms.[break][break] Dmitri sighs. So that's how it is. [break][break] "I'm actually going to have to kill the bastard, huh." he concludes. He doesn't sound too happy about it, really he sounds almost disappointed. Another bridge to burn. He wonders vaguely what sort of ploy this is. Does Hale think he won't harm a human for his employer's transgressions? Is this some kind of joke? [break][break] serafim strix[break] dmitri is vaguely hostile[break] dmitri's familiar is out and about[break] dmitri is currently using[break] [attr="class","spellcont"] [attr="class","spellimgcont"] [attr="class","spellbody"]
CHILL OUT[break] A spell that lowers the temperature by a significant amount over a wide area. It's wildly popular among hunters who use it and wait to see the clouded breaths of their targets. Some extremely powerful ice witches can use the spell in a more targeted fashion, decreasing the temperature around their opponents to weaken their senses and slow them down.
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SKILL: COLD BLOODED[break] A skill that stops drastic cooling in body temperature of the user caused by ice magic. The skill's owner is used to the cold and can be in cold environments much longer without hypothermia and resulting cell damage caused by extreme cold. They are capable of using their ice magic for extended periods of time without shutting off from the cold.
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gold
familiar Familiaraxius, the sea dragon
played by OOC Namelav
I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING
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Post by serafim strix on Mar 4, 2022 17:35:27 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","pie"] he's going to freeze to death here, some sort of accidental mishap where his old boss forgets his strength all while calling serafim by the wrong name. it shouldn't sting, but the unexpected nature of the entire situation has turned him brittle, and he thinks, ouch.[break][break] then, the fraction of a second later: oh, get over yourself, sef. if he weren't so cold, he might even dare to laugh. as it is, he doesn't even offer a correction for his name; his attention flicks towards the familiar that descends like a bolt of darkened lightning, and the only thing that keeps him from flinching at the movement is axius's voice in the back of his mind, the serpent's scarlet eyes flaring open in a fury directed at his own witch. hold.[break][break] he thinks he might be successful, even if only because he's moved to stick his hands under his arms now, shoulders creeping up despite himself. you look miserable.[break][break] you don't sound like you're about to help me out here, so i'll continue looking miserable, thank you very much.[break][break] out loud, he sounds steadier than he looks, which startles even himself, to be perfectly honest. but serafim's no stranger to his place in this world, isn't in the habit of lying to himself about his own strength, or lack thereof. he's been a human in a witch's world for more years than he has not — like some curious, moon-hungry creature caught in the throes of a tidal waves, drawn in by an inexonerable gravity; silhouetted against the sky, but never touching.[break][break] "he's actually..." correction: serafim starts off steady enough, but the genuine disappointment he hears traps his tongue mid-thought. had they been allies? friends? there's a familiar guilt that rises in his lungs now, one that rises always when the nights grow too long and his thoughts begin to wander, why did i survive, instead of selwyn?[break][break] he tries again. "he's actually—— how do i put this— he's already dead, so you won't have to do that." it sounds like it might've been a joke, delivered in one of serafim's typical, light-hearted ways, but his expression is humorless, almost contrite. he is sincere when he voices the first apology of what he assumes will be many to come, saying, "i'm sorry."[attr="class","pietag"] Admin[newclass=".pie"]background: var(--secondbg);color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: 'Jost';font-size: 13px;line-height: 1.8; width: 475px; margin: 0 auto; padding:5em 4em 4em 4em;text-align:justify; box-sizing:border-box;} .pie a { text-transform:uppercase; width:fit-content; margin:0 auto; display:inline-block; background-color:var(--boardbg); padding:0.6em 0.8em;font-size:0.8em;} .pie .notes { display: block;font-size: 0.8em;letter-spacing: 0.05em;padding: 4em 4em 0 4em;text-align: center;border-top: 1px solid var(--mainbg); margin-top: 4em; } .pie s { font-size:0.75em;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.1em; font-weight:bold;color:var(--pegasus);text-decoration:none; } .pietag { margin-top:4em; text-align:center; } div[rel=user-61] .pie b { color: var(--pegasus); [/newclass]
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Administrator
HIGH PRIESTESS
gold
familiar Familiar
played by OOC Namestaff
aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my l
MONKEY KING
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Post by Admin on Mar 4, 2022 23:28:00 GMT -7
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merchant of venice
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] with serafim stix[attr="class","staffpara"] Dmitri frowns, finally noticing that Serafim appears to be shivering. Weak. But he's not sure if the goal here is to elicit his sympathy, because both Hale and Serafim know he doesn't really have much to go around giving. [break][break] And then--[break][break] "You killed Selwyn Hale?" he asks, incredulous. He can't imagine how a human would have gotten the jump on a seasoned Sybarite...But what else was the boy apologizing for, if not out of some kind of remorse? [break][break] The question is automatic, the processing happens in the seconds that follow. Selwyn was dead? Maggie seems to calm down and speaks from her perch: [break][break] "Well, him being dead would explain a lot," she offers. And then there's an amused chirp, a signature sound of Maggie's that hasn't changed over the years. And then she offers Serafim a nod -- she doesn't seem to mind the conclusion her witch has drawn, and offers some degree of cordial greeting despite the strange situation they find themselves in. [break][break] "I suppose," Dmitri says, reluctant to accept the passing of an old friend without at least some kind of explanation. He seems unsatisfied with how this all concluded, as though some great climax had been lost in Serafim's performance. The emphasis also suggests his remaining confusions and carries with it the expectation that they be addressed. He stares at Sef, openly quizzical. [break][break] Dmitri allows the implicit threat of the cold to continue, unabated. The surface of the ocean begins to crystalize at its shallowest points, the ice slowly spreading into the water... [break][break] serafim strix[break] dmitri is vaguely hostile[break] dmitri's familiar is out and about[break] dmitri is currently using[break] [attr="class","spellcont"] [attr="class","spellimgcont"] [attr="class","spellbody"]
CHILL OUT[break] A spell that lowers the temperature by a significant amount over a wide area. It's wildly popular among hunters who use it and wait to see the clouded breaths of their targets. Some extremely powerful ice witches can use the spell in a more targeted fashion, decreasing the temperature around their opponents to weaken their senses and slow them down.
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SKILL: COLD BLOODED[break] A skill that stops drastic cooling in body temperature of the user caused by ice magic. The skill's owner is used to the cold and can be in cold environments much longer without hypothermia and resulting cell damage caused by extreme cold. They are capable of using their ice magic for extended periods of time without shutting off from the cold.
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gold
familiar Familiaraxius, the sea dragon
played by OOC Namelav
I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING
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Post by serafim strix on Mar 5, 2022 18:03:42 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","pie"] you killed selwyn hale?[break][break] now that's something that also gives him pause, and for a moment, he looks about as incredulous as dmitri. how on earth would he have done that? it's one thing for serafim to ( barely ) hold his own against whatever situation selwyn had tossed him into, be it choosing sides in a mutiny or into a little rowboat in daemon-infested waters, and another to straight up kill selwyn hale. nevermind that the thought has never crossed serafim's mind — selwyn was arguably the worst boss he's had, but serafim's never really...[break][break] now you are just lying to yourself.[break][break]
not selwyn, though.
[break] the glance serafim offers maggie is grateful, albeit brief. he's always liked the crow — always found it puzzling how startling how different his interactions were between witch and familiar, how different the two seemed. though, he supposes that now he has axius, he understands the situation a little better.[break][break] then, a small breath, to steel himself. this is only marginally less terrifying than his first day on the job — it's a little like being thrust onto stage for a performance unrehearsed, except the jeering audience is throwing daggers instead of tomatoes.[break][break] "i didn't kill him," he clarifies quickly, and it almost feels like a weight off his chest, to speak it into the air — because he hadn't. he'd even tried, uselessly, to help, and gotten impaled for his efforts. [break][break] "it was another of his hunts—" a small, sideways nod as if to say, you know how he was, because there's clearly history between the two, "—an old daemon he's tried hunting before, but it attacked during a storm."[break][break] his thoughts are disarrayed, tangled like old fishing hooks. he's always been organised, never struggled with keeping a story straight, but maybe it's the cold, or the crackle of the ocean that snags at the memory of a ship cleaved in two, but he's struggling to figure out what he ought to offer.[break][break] for two years, serafim's been chipping away at a corner of a tapestry he's never been able to fully see, playing at a dead man walking because he's been certain that selwyn's tale never fully ended there, at sea. first talos, then dmitri, though— perhaps he should keep talking, or his own story may end before the night is over.[break][break] "the daemons wrecked the entire thing— he went down with the ship," serafim ends up saying, which is a pretty way of glossing over the glimpses of brutal combat underwater, the way the water had clouded with scarlet ribbons. instead, he focuses on dmitri's expression, watching with equal parts curiosity and wariness. he has so many questions; he knows it is not his place to ask. [attr="class","pietag"] Admin[newclass=".pie"]background: var(--secondbg);color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: 'Jost';font-size: 13px;line-height: 1.8; width: 475px; margin: 0 auto; padding:5em 4em 4em 4em;text-align:justify; box-sizing:border-box;} .pie a { text-transform:uppercase; width:fit-content; margin:0 auto; display:inline-block; background-color:var(--boardbg); padding:0.6em 0.8em;font-size:0.8em;} .pie .notes { display: block;font-size: 0.8em;letter-spacing: 0.05em;padding: 4em 4em 0 4em;text-align: center;border-top: 1px solid var(--mainbg); margin-top: 4em; } .pie s { font-size:0.75em;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.1em; font-weight:bold;color:var(--pegasus);text-decoration:none; } .pietag { margin-top:4em; text-align:center; } div[rel=user-61] .pie b { color: var(--pegasus); [/newclass]
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HIGH PRIESTESS
gold
familiar Familiar
played by OOC Namestaff
aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my l
MONKEY KING
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Post by Admin on Mar 10, 2022 21:48:29 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","staffcont"] [attr="class","staffheader"]
merchant of venice
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] with serafim stix[attr="class","staffpara"] Dmitri blinks. He...had honestly expected Hale to go down that way, the path he had been on. But hearing actually come to pass is a little strange. His eyes dart out, briefly, to the sea, as though expecting some illusion to be undone, for it all be shattered. He gives his grief just a second to fall before it vanishes like a raindrop in the ocean. He has something else on his mind: this Serafim and his strange apology...[break][break] "There's a thing called 'survivor's guilt,' I'm not sure you know it," Maggie chimes in inside Dmitri's mind. On the outside, she just chirps, and it sounds almost like a laugh. [break][break] Oh, you're the worst, he thinks back, but his familiar always leaves him with a smile on his face, like he's about to laugh alongside her. Perhaps not the best time for it, but he's sure Serafim is used to his banter with Maggie, he's sure the human expects it. The brief glance towards the ocean turns into a casual step towards it, and then him bending over to pick up a stone.[break][break] Flat, pointed. Like the earth's knives. He still wears the smile Maggie gave him when he launches it into the sea and watches it skip, thinking. Somewhere in between, he finally gets the damned cigarette to light. [break][break] But it does explain things -- the apology, the demeanor, the fact that the man continues to explain himself despite the freezing conditions imposed upon him and the cruelty of Dmitri's indifference. But what it doesn't explain is...how is he here in the first place? And why is Selwyn Hale "alive"? [break][break] "So tell me. How does all this lead to you impersonating our dearly beloved dead captain...?"[break][break] Dmitri's instinct has always been the awful kind. He doesn't wait for evidence before making accusations -- it's something that's gotten him into fights, but he knows violence by its metallic scent, and he can name it before he knows why it's there. He follows his instincts, because it's led him here, hasn't it? [break][break] There's no real evidence that that's what Sef is doing, and yet it feels like that's what he's doing, and that's enough. [break][break] Dmitri turns around and takes a step forward, towards Sef, but doesn't close the distance just yet. Maybe he's being testy intentionally. But honestly, this is how he's always been. It's almost as if Sef truly were Selwyn Hale, and Dmitri was just standing in front of an old friend, stepping on his toes and saying, [break][break] Well?[break][break] And saying,[break][break] Pick a side.[break] serafim strix[break] dmitri is vaguely hostile[break] dmitri's familiar is out and about[break] dmitri is currently using[break] [attr="class","spellcont"] [attr="class","spellimgcont"] [attr="class","spellbody"]
CHILL OUT[break] A spell that lowers the temperature by a significant amount over a wide area. It's wildly popular among hunters who use it and wait to see the clouded breaths of their targets. Some extremely powerful ice witches can use the spell in a more targeted fashion, decreasing the temperature around their opponents to weaken their senses and slow them down.
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SKILL: COLD BLOODED[break] A skill that stops drastic cooling in body temperature of the user caused by ice magic. The skill's owner is used to the cold and can be in cold environments much longer without hypothermia and resulting cell damage caused by extreme cold. They are capable of using their ice magic for extended periods of time without shutting off from the cold.
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gold
familiar Familiaraxius, the sea dragon
played by OOC Namelav
I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING
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Post by serafim strix on Mar 16, 2022 16:57:11 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","pie"] it's times like these where serafim wonders if he sees too much, if he invents sights that are not there. the way dmitri's gaze darts to the sea, the flicker of something unreadable and blue, the chirp of the crow that sounds something like a laugh; the curl of a smile, illuminated by pale light. [break][break] serafim watches, waiting, and allows himself to think briefly: he has a nice smile. [break][break] somewhere along the line, he's actually stopped shaking. he doesn't actually hate the cold — he can't feel his leg like this, can't feel the familiar, mangled pain of the scars left by the shipwreck, the only evidence that anything's happened at all; the only evidence that whatever crawled out of the ocean was himself. like this, he can pretend to be selwyn hale, who has never afforded a wound the satisfaction of leaving a mark, who has never flinched in the face of fear.[break][break] "so tell me," dmitri begins, and serafim does not move.[break][break] see, every story begins one of two ways: someone goes on a journey, or a stranger comes into town. this one is the latter, because despite serafim's restless wanderings, he has never truly known how to leave aelmor behind.[break][break] so, the stranger.[break][break] the stranger waltzes into town and plunges a hand into its heart, then digs deeper. he rearranges it at his leisure, but he has a careful, surgical hand; he makes a road out of a crooked spine and gardens of a twisted tongue, crafts a world around him in the way only the powerful can. what's that saying — big fish, little pond? [break][break] the funny thing is that it works, you know? aelmor is too stubborn, too old to change entirely, but it can change, folding like a knee bent to a king. less people go missing; less bodies wash up on the shore; the waves around the lighthouse begin to calm. [break][break] it's bad for business, the stranger had said, casual like he'd done nothing more than hold a door open. all this stuff about monsters.[break][break] serafim had blinked and asked, the daemons?[break][break] and the stranger had laughed, then, like it was the funniest joke he's heard in a while.[break][break] so, that's the way it goes. serafim's story begins like this: a stranger comes into town. maybe it's a horror story, depending on who you are, so maybe it goes like this: a monster comes into the house.[break][break] then, the stranger goes on a journey — what happens to the town?[break][break] serafim of the drowned city, show him your teeth.[break][break]
don't be ridiculous, axius. no one wants that.[break][break]
don't you?
[break] serafim smiles — wan, polite, bordering on uncertain. "i'm bad at letting go," he says, a part-confession. he's tempted to say, i've always wanted to be someone else. [break][break] instead, he continues, more marginally more seriously, "he's already done so much that to let it all go seemed unwise, at the time. so i've—" a shrug, here, and even unconsciously, this is selwyn's shrug — the tilt of the head, the lift of the left shoulder, the small twist of the hand, fingers curling upwards. "—been trying to keep some semblance of order where i can."[break][break] then, the crux of the matter, calmly, plainly spoken. "he's someone. i'm not."[attr="class","pietag"] Admin[newclass=".pie"]background: var(--secondbg);color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: 'Jost';font-size: 13px;line-height: 1.8; width: 475px; margin: 0 auto; padding:5em 4em 4em 4em;text-align:justify; box-sizing:border-box;} .pie a { text-transform:uppercase; width:fit-content; margin:0 auto; display:inline-block; background-color:var(--boardbg); padding:0.6em 0.8em;font-size:0.8em;} .pie .notes { display: block;font-size: 0.8em;letter-spacing: 0.05em;padding: 4em 4em 0 4em;text-align: center;border-top: 1px solid var(--mainbg); margin-top: 4em; } .pie s { font-size:0.75em;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.1em; font-weight:bold;color:var(--pegasus);text-decoration:none; } .pietag { margin-top:4em; text-align:center; } div[rel=user-61] .pie b { color: var(--pegasus); [/newclass]
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Administrator
HIGH PRIESTESS
gold
familiar Familiar
played by OOC Namestaff
aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my l
MONKEY KING
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Post by Admin on Mar 21, 2022 20:18:21 GMT -7
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merchant of venice
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] with serafim stix[attr="class","staffpara"] Dmitri rolls his eyes at Serafim's first comment. It's not like he finds the humor distasteful, but he disagrees with the sentiment. Someone who's bad at letting go can never unweighted steps forward-- their past is a shackle. And Dmitri has always been a future kind of guy.[break][break] He frowns at the two reasons given to him. Duplicitous, just like the person before him. To keep order? Or to become it? [break][break] He has a lot of questions, really. Like, how does someone so weak keep the peace in a place like Aelmor? Is impersonating someone a day job or kind of 24/7? What happened to 'Serafim Strix'? And most importantly, why don't you just become somebody?[break][break] Instead, he says, [break][break] "Huh."[break][break] He leans into his shoulder a little, as though consulting with Maggie. The bird makes a few chirps and ruffles her feathers, and Dmitri seems to vaguely consider her advice, nodding and frowning all at once. They both look back at Serafim, and then back to each other, share a glance, and then Dmitri sighs dramatically and nods at the other witch. [break][break] In a split second, all the chill in the air vanishes. The breeze stills, it's quieter. Warmer. Serafim can hear Dmitri's long inhale through his cigarette, the orange glow from its tail casting shadows across his face. [break][break] "You know Maggie, kids grow up so fast," he says, shaking his head wistfully. [break][break] "Oh please, did you even read his postcards?"[break][break] A blink. He furrows his eyebrow, as though genuinely confused.[break][break] "Now why would I do that?"[break][break] As if in protest, Maggies launches herself from his shoulder and flies up and around Serafim, squawking at the lack of branches she can comfortably perch on, but unwilling to return to her witch. Hovering somewhere around Serafim, she says instead, "It's good to see you again, Sef."[break][break] Dmitri waves a hand, dismissive. Maggie expertly ducks out of range and flies off to the trees instead. Although it seems like she's playing coy with Dmitri, the crow is actually moving to scout ahead. Despite their apparent differences, the witch and familiar are one. Moreso than they have been in some years...[break][break] Dmitri gestures with his left hand, a cigarette pointing vaguely in the direction of the forested coast into which Maggie has disappeared. He begins to step toward it, waiting for Sef to move first. In a voice not too different from his days as an uppity acolyte stalking the lower floors of the Lamia Towers, Dmitri Wisbane says:[break][break] "Walk with me for a bit."
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gold
familiar Familiaraxius, the sea dragon
played by OOC Namelav
I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING
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Post by serafim strix on Mar 25, 2022 7:45:23 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","pie"] dmitri doesn't seem particularly satisfied by serafim's answer, and truth be told, it doesn't surprise him in the least. his boss — former boss — has always been hard to read, nearly impossible to please.[break][break] a little bit like ice, serafim thinks, which is apt. he's sailed enough in colder waters to be familiar with the way its surface throws your reflection back at you in odd, distorted ways: a fragment of fear, of want, of weakness, each sliver of something growing smaller and smaller until they mean nothing and everything all at once.[break][break] he watches dmitri confer with maggie. he hears axius stir again, impatient.[break][break] what do you want?[break][break] sorry?[break][break] what do you want to become, serafim strix? you are always too ready to break yourself in half. when do you build something new?[break][break] he wants to become someone who doesn't bare his throat so readily, he thinks. he wants to become someone whose eyes do not soften to doe eyes when trouble first rears its head, anticipating a strike; he wants to become someone who smiles with teeth and bite and does not flinch at their own reflection. he wants—[break][break] then it is only a matter of time.[break][break] the thawing cold draws him back fully. he's been watching the little discussion, of course, a wan, patient smile resting on his features like he's waiting for a command, but he's still surprised by the change in tone.[break][break] he can't help it — he does laugh at dmitri's confusion, and his smile is warm, genuine as maggie flies over. "did you actually get the postcards? it's good to see you too, maggie."[break][break] not that he had truly expected his postcards to be read in the first place. the first two had vaguely addressed dmitri; the rest, naturally, had all been to maggie. his gaze follows the crow briefly as she ducks towards the trees, before the orange glow of the cigarette catches his eye instead. he blinks, no longer sure what to expect.[break][break] "sure." really, it was more of a command than a request, but serafim's answer was never in question.[break][break] the first step is still blissfully numb from the fading cold. the second sends a small twinge up his knee, the faintest hint of his limp finally resurfacing, and he thinks, this is going to hurt later. he keeps up anyway. [attr="class","pietag"] Admin[newclass=".pie"]background: var(--secondbg);color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: 'Jost';font-size: 13px;line-height: 1.8; width: 475px; margin: 0 auto; padding:5em 4em 4em 4em;text-align:justify; box-sizing:border-box;} .pie a { text-transform:uppercase; width:fit-content; margin:0 auto; display:inline-block; background-color:var(--boardbg); padding:0.6em 0.8em;font-size:0.8em;} .pie .notes { display: block;font-size: 0.8em;letter-spacing: 0.05em;padding: 4em 4em 0 4em;text-align: center;border-top: 1px solid var(--mainbg); margin-top: 4em; } .pie s { font-size:0.75em;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.1em; font-weight:bold;color:var(--pegasus);text-decoration:none; } .pietag { margin-top:4em; text-align:center; } div[rel=user-61] .pie b { color: var(--pegasus); [/newclass]
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Administrator
HIGH PRIESTESS
gold
familiar Familiar
played by OOC Namestaff
aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my l
MONKEY KING
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Post by Admin on Apr 1, 2022 18:22:05 GMT -7
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merchant of venice
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] with serafim stix[attr="class","staffpara"] Maggie merely chrips at Serafim as she flies off -- a bad habit she's picked up from Dmitri, laughing instead of replying. Although she likes to think she's a little nicer about it than he is. Besides, she didn't want to give Sef the answer to that, he might start thinking he was special. She read all the postcards, after all. [break][break] She darts ahead and finds--- [break][break] If Dmitri notices Serafim's limp, he doesn't name it. But he's always been that way: unaccommodating. Not really out of any spite, just an acknowledgment that your problems are exactly that: yours.[break][break] "So."[break][break] Hmm, how should he put this? [break][break] "I'm going to have you sign a few papers. There are things I need...moved around, yes? The Cad is too visible..."[break][break] He speaks without really looking at Serafim, eyes ahead and in the trees, scanning idly for Maggie. It wasn't like her to burrow so deep into a forest when he had just asked to clear a short path, and he wonders idly what kind of game she's playing. She's been a lot more... free-spirited as of late, he thinks. Like when they were kids. [break][break] "It's a long-term thing. It'll be off the books." A whisking of his fingers -- no compensation, he means. "In return, I'll do you a favor."[break][break] The deal is sickeningly sweet. Dmitri knows that Serafim Strix is Selwyn Hale. He could undo the ruse, he could let all of Selwyn's enemies descend upon this weakling pretender, he could end this game with a whisper. If he wanted, he could kill him himself. [break][break] But the Devil doesn't make threats, he always comes bearing gifts. And Dmitri is no Serafim Strix, but two can play a role.[break][break] He walks past a few more trees and stops, finally spotting Maggie in a branch high above his head. He stares at her, the faintest of smiles on his lips. [break][break] There you are.[break][break] There's trouble in the air, she warns.[break][break] Hmm?[break][break] He turns to Serafim.[break][break] "Anything you want, as long as you name it now."[break][break] IOUs are not his style. But putting people on the spot always is. And he doesn't really mean anything of course -- this task is too small to be given that wide of a berth, but he wants to see what his ex-intern will come up with. Hopefully, it's entertaining.[break][break] serafim strix[break] [break] dmitri is no longer hostile[break] dmitri's familiar is out and about[break] dmitri is currently using no spells[break] [break][break]
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gold
familiar Familiaraxius, the sea dragon
played by OOC Namelav
I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING
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Post by serafim strix on Apr 3, 2022 4:52:30 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","pie"] part of him wishes dmitri had kept the spell up; it gives him something fresh to focus on, instead of aggravating old wounds. but serafim's always been the sentimental sort — he is always looking back before he moves forward, dissecting the past and picking at fish bones, hoping it will tell him how to move forward, always playing at the illusion of progress.[break][break] which is to say that this, too, is almost familiar: that he's half a step behind when he follows ( though last time it had been two ) and he's watching dmitri watch the skies ( though last time he had always been scanning for threats that could kill him ). which is to say, that serafim strix is a creature of contradictions, an artist consumed by his creation.[break][break] still. what is not familiar, however, is the deal.[break][break] not that serafim's never made a bargain before. he just knows that he always tends to come out on the losing side, or, at least, he's always had to be creative in his reinventions of how he defines something to be worthwhile.[break][break] you ever take a boat, sail it into the middle of the ocean, where it's just you, the sea, and the great, blue sky? it becomes an exercise of imagination then, because neither sea nor sky will offer you any guidance, and you're daemon food if you sit around waiting for the stars. you've got to pick a direction and just start moving, because no one's about to throw you a line. [break][break] it always feels a little bit like that with dmitri, now that he thinks about it. like this, now, being put on the spot, being asked what he wants.[break][break] whether serafim can do the task or not hardly strikes him as an issue. he's been signing selwyn's papers long before the other man was dead — why does he always end up working for people who don't like paperwork?[break][break] as if on instinct, he opens his mouth to answer. blinks. catches himself. he's almost agreed way too easily, which means there is something he wants out of this, even if he can't quite place it.[break][break] it's always bad news, when you want something from the devil. but that's the way of the game, isn't it? everyone always wants something from the devil; no one actually wins.[break][break] what can he ask for, anyway? he throws the net out wide; it offers him lofty illusions. power is out of question — he's a terrible excuse for a witch, and dmitri is an equally terrible teacher. the truth, any truth, is too valuable to be offered for something just like this. besides, he wouldn't know what to ask.[break][break] instead, he asks, not quite expecting any clarification, "just moving some things around— that's all?"[break][break] he almost sounds... disappointed. it's hearing his voice that the answer arrives to him, clear as day, and he can feel axius's rumbling amusement, like the crash of waves against shore.[break][break] serafim says, "sure, i'll do it — just send me a letter some time."[break][break] he means, maybe i'll be something by then. he means, i want in on this game you play. [break][break] he means, i've always had a taste for trouble, why stop now?[attr="class","pietag"] Admin[newclass=".pie"]background: var(--secondbg);color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: 'Jost';font-size: 13px;line-height: 1.8; width: 475px; margin: 0 auto; padding:5em 4em 4em 4em;text-align:justify; box-sizing:border-box;} .pie a { text-transform:uppercase; width:fit-content; margin:0 auto; display:inline-block; background-color:var(--boardbg); padding:0.6em 0.8em;font-size:0.8em;} .pie .notes { display: block;font-size: 0.8em;letter-spacing: 0.05em;padding: 4em 4em 0 4em;text-align: center;border-top: 1px solid var(--mainbg); margin-top: 4em; } .pie s { font-size:0.75em;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.1em; font-weight:bold;color:var(--pegasus);text-decoration:none; } .pietag { margin-top:4em; text-align:center; } div[rel=user-61] .pie b { color: var(--pegasus); [/newclass]
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HIGH PRIESTESS
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MONKEY KING
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Post by Admin on Apr 3, 2022 16:35:31 GMT -7
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merchant of venice
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] with serafim stix[attr="class","staffpara"] He thinks of the exchange he had with the mysterious "F.", of the exchange he had with Eirin, and the one he had with Maggie right before meeting with Eirin, and about how all of this was started, in some way, technically, because he hadn't received an overdue letter from Selwyn Hale[break][break] Who is, by the way and apparently, dead. [break][break] Dmitri laughs.[break][break] He really laughs, a genuine and wolfish thing, teeth barred in the moonlight. This laugh is predatory, dangerous, it's a laugh in the face of reality, something that rejects whatever is before it and says, no, absolutely not.[break][break] "Merlin, what a shame. You should've asked for something more realistic." [break][break] For a minute, it's almost like he's going to kill Serafim then and there. Or wait. No? Actually, it's incredibly hard to tell -- maybe it's just the fact that his mirth is so blended in with his violence that neither Dmitri nor Sef can untangle the two. After all, he doesn't do anything, he just smiles and reaches into his breast pocket. [break][break] "This," he says, removing two business cards and squinting at them before giving Sef one. "is my direct line. Emergencies only, sweetheart."[break][break] No, he's not going to get a letter. No, he's not going to get involved with Dmitri's grand game. At least, not yet. [break][break] And then Maggie comes, sweeping down like she's about to strike with a vicious speed. Dmitri lifts an arm and it's like he's braced for impact: shielding from a punch. His lips are pressed together, and Maggie lands like a blow, pushing his hand back slightly, the force of it sending wind to the trees. [break][break] "We need to leave," she says aloud, eyes darting to Sef. "Or that boy is going to die."[break][break] Huh.[break][break] Dmitri frowns and, unhurried, digs into his pocket and removes a small enchanted trinket, tossing it on the ground.[break][break] It tears open a portal, and Dmitri nods to Sef, gesturing vaguely with his cigarette.[break][break] "You heard her. After you."[break][break] (The portal closes shortly after Serafim leaves. He lands on the cold pavement of Delphi's Downtown nightlife district. Dmitri never follows.) [break][break] serafim strix[break] dmitri is not hostile[break] this thread has come to a close! you may reply to this thread and close it out whenever you'd like.[break] you've received: +3 mp and[break] [attr="class","spellcont"] [attr="class","spellimgcont"] [attr="class","spellbody"]
DMITRI'S BUSINESS CARD[break] An item that allows your character to start a text thread with Dmitri Wisbane. Unlike other NPC threads, text threads can be started under any circumstance the player character chooses. Feel free to chat with staff if you're looking for ideas.
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TURNCOAT CREST[break] An item granted by a coven leader who's decided they like you -- this one is a sparkling, emerald green. Complete enough of these, and perhaps you'll be allowed a peaceful transition...Enables your character to take on a mission in SYBARIS as opposed to PEGASUS in the upcoming mission cycle (cycle 004). You may not do both.
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