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Ringmaster said:
Aloud, Mary Jane Watson spoke for them both. "No questions. We want to help any way we can."​
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"I'm very appreciative of that."​

thatguyinthestore said:
Scott was simply in his apartment watching some football and eating some leftover cake when he was suddenly transported into this mess. In fact, the Ant-Man appeared with cake in his hand. Which now that he thought about it.... he seemed very unprofessional, didn't he? Scott listened to Reed's explanation as he spoke. It was a lot to take in. Hank Pym dead? The man who trained him to do this.... the original Ant Man, hell probably the whole reason he was here... gone. Scott would sigh and shake his head.

"Man... this is a lot to take in, y'know? I mean.." He took a bite of cake as he spoke. "(Muffled) Every good super hero gone. Everyone. And I thought that my world was shit." He said before swallowing the cake.

And then he realized his mistake and just made a nervous face before scratching the back of his neck and sighing yet again.

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"A lot has gone wrong, yes, but not every good one is gone. There's still a chance. And humor for levity is not my strongest suit, so I can't comment if you did or not."
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Hospes said:
Alright. Blah blah blah, chaos, blah blah blah, disaster and zombie plague, so on and so forth. Ugh, this was boring. Frowning behind her mask and promptly crossing her arms, Wanda piped up when T'Challa asked if anyone had questions. "Yeah, I got a question. When the hell are we going out there to fight? No offense- actually, take as much offense as you want -but this is kind of boring," she stated, plain and simple.. Before her eyes narrowed and she jabbed a finger in Reed's direction. "Also, since this wise-a$$ had the bright idea of bringin' us all here, he owes me some pizza."

She wasn't letting that go.​
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"Soon, though there should be more than mindless fighting. And of course, you have the privilege to our food rations. Eat as you like. Within reason."​

Schnee Corp Lawyer said:
Blink soaked it all in from where she was standing near the back of the group, her eyes closed in thought. It wasn't the worst world she'd been dumped on compared to some of the ones she had to deal with while leading the exiles, but there was something missing in that explanation. She coughed and raised her hand to get Reed's attention.

"I understand why you need help, but... what I'm missing is how we're supposed to help. If you're looking for a cure I'd have expected you to just grab some more Reed Richards and Hank Pyms from around the different worlds, which isn't really what we are. I think. That guy looks like Pym's suit and maybe someone here is the super genius version of them, but that'd still leave the rest of us doing what?" She said as she lowered her hand to cross her arms

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"True enough, a collection of more hyper intelligent minds would reduce timespan for a successful cure...but we are still talking long-term years and years. Possibly even longer. This is not an easy science and trying to blanket a cure for all the genetic sequences of what used to be people out there...it really is not easy. Moreover if I just pulled more of me over, they too would be too crucial to risk in the field. We would need them here. But every day we're reminded that they are still living people out there that need us. We hoped that is where you would come in, to bring them to more secure safety. Not to mention, the less threats out there, the better. If you could take any infected out and bring us more samples, that would be appreciated--"​

TheTechnologicVampire said:
Chel listened intently to what Reed Richards was saying. She was shocked to hear what had happened, but kept a neutral expression throughout. She was willing to fight alongside these unkown heroes.

"I am very much willing to fight these... abominations." It didn't seem right to call them people anymore, considering what this infection had done to them. "I can also provide transportation." To demonstarte to Reed what she meant, she formed into the Lamborghini Aventador S, revving the 6.5L V12 a couple of times, which caused an absolute racket in this enclosed space, surely rattling some computer screens and glass panes.

After that "little" demonstration, Chel returned to her human form with a sheepish smile on her face, awaiting the bollocking she was sure Reed was going to give her.

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"....................................................Was that really necessary?"​

The Wanderer said:
Daredevil listened as Reed and T'Challa explained everything.

"Hmmmm......Low chances of survival. Extremely low chances of success. Aside from the deadly disease, this is beginning to sound like Cap's quest against that kid Skull...Count me in. Afterall, if I don't die, I do have an audience to get back to. They did pay twenty bucks to blow a few chucks off of me with shotguns." He said with a tone of excitement.

He looked at the others in this little get together. Smiling greatly, boosting the mask's smile as a result.

This was going to be fun.

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"Fantastic...if morbid."​

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Hercules

Hercules had a dour expression on his face. He had seen his share of death through the millennia but never so horrible as this.

"I would be honored to work along side so many of my comrades. I would assume, with so much of this world covered with these ravenous lunatics, we are here for strength of arms. With that in mind, what more can you tell us gentlemen of those thing we will have to face down ?"

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"They're fierce, predatorial, territorial, cling to tribes. Any limits they had before are likely transcended, as the chemical changed them significantly. Previous limitations no longer applied in many cases."​

LuckycoolHawk9 said:
Lincoln sighed and debated what he was being told. There had been some sort of outbreak ( similar to the one on his Earth with the mist) . " Well, I do believe that it would be the right thing to do. I am not sure how much use I could be on the field, but I can try to help both out on the field and this lab. If we have to save the world, let's do it as a team. I don't want to have- " he stopped and sighed. He just realized that he had been given a second chance, might as well make the most of it.

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"Again, appreciated."​

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OrlandoBloomers said:
Well, whatever about the rest of them but Monet St. Croix wasn't one for standing around and being talked at for ages. As soon as she recognized the situation for what it was, yet another non-mutant crisis being dumped on her plate like the sad unwanted vegetables of a disagreeable child by men who purported to be intelligent yet seemed to cause more of these incidents than they fixed nowadays, she simply telepathically scanned what she needed and promptly left the room.

When she returned, it was with a glass of something alcoholic and a very dirty look for one Reed Richards, who doubtless was near the end of his spiel by this stage. She levitated gracefully to sit atop a table with legs crossed, and took a sip of whatever drink she'd procured.

"I see. And so you're saying Frank Castle, role model for angry thugs with guns worldwide, is who's responsible for the collapse of your entire civilization. Congratulations on that. It's got to set some kind of transdimensional record for embarrassing ways to go."

Irrespective of that, she pursed her lips, twirling the glass around in her palm.

"So is this a forced coercion or a plea? You left that part out of your long-winded appeal to our better natures, Doctor Richards. If I have it straight, you failed to save your reality from this rejected Romero script so instead you abducted from others to compensate for that failure. You dumped your mess in our laps. Now here we are, in a situation I'm sure every number you've already crunched would call unsurvivable given how your world's heroes turned out, and I'm finding it awfully convenient that the only chance any of us have of seeing our homes again lies in your hands. If you even can send us back. That gives you power over us. So, purely for my own spiteful purposes, are you asking us to help you or giving us no choice but to cooperate?"

The mutant feigned disinterest in him, instead momentarily raising an eyebrow as someone else in the room turned into a car. How practical.

"The others here might be willing to throw themselves at your pitiable feet without comment, but nothing misleads nice people more than an impassioned plea. I am not nice, and I have a low tolerance for your inadequacy, doctor. Comes with not having any myself. As for you... l'habit ne fait pas le moine."

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"I am not forcibly conscripting, no. This is absolutely a plea...and yes, I admit, we failed many people out there. Far too many to count. But we still have a second chance. We're far more aware than we were when this was first thrust into our laps. We still are endeavoring every day to fix it, don't you dare diminish the work I have tried. You have no idea what I've lost." His gaze hardened for a moment, staring straight at Monet. "But none of that loss matters right now. I can't dwell on it until I've done all I can. And again, I'm not conscripting you. I can send you back. It would be easier now." He turned to Lincoln.

"I can adjust my systems to make use of his ability and power a return home for you, if that is what you want. If that is what any of you want. I will not fault you. Even some here have lost faith in our chances. But like it or not, we have to try. We can't go to another world as you can. If any of us turned...succumbed...no. Out of the question. So. Do you wish to go back?"
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Indolent said:
Never mind the exasperated look plastered across Barton's face, it was his tone that sold his consternation quite well-- "Yeah, I definitely have a lot of questions. Logan wouldn't tell me anything and this follows after me killing Janet van Dyne. Y'know, the Wasp. Apparently this's a new fad with everyone-- killing and eating each other-- and apparently it's been going on for years. Dorothy's definitely not in Kansas anymore--"

Presumably Clinton got cut off by egghead prime as they broke into an explanatory montage, lasting all of five minute or so. Reed Richards tended to get long-winded in his explanations, and by god, don't get the archer started on jokes about the man's powers of elasticity. Those were definitely what contributed to the never ending verbal fusillade.

More importantly though, following the conclusion of Mr. Fantastic's elaboration as to the why he, and the others, were plucked from their home realities, Clinton's reaction was aptly thus:

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"Christ."

It was all Barton could struggle to say in the seconds that followed, though he'd manage to recoup his composure and reply in further detail, "Well, yep. I suspected it was something rather horrible, world ending even. You know, I had made up a story in my head from what little pieces and bits I could get out of Logan what with his grunting and growling. That and Janet, 'course. You'd think mine was dark and bad but yeah, this takes the cake. Where's the Punisher, I want to personally congratulate him. With a solid fist to the jaw."

Getting that out of his system-- whoa, Monet.

Damn, that's stone cold and I've known a few stone cold women.

Continuing on, Hawkeye shook his head as he vented the remainder of his consternation and frustration. There was a look of understanding to his face, accompanied with the hint of possible trepidation. After all, he was just taken from home and shoved into Apocalypse Now.

"All kidding-- on my part, of course-- aside, you guys know you have me. Probably why you grabbed me, actually; damn being a hero bites sometimes. I'll do what I can, save your world, and hopefully get to go home--"

Cue heavy engine rumbling and Clinton Barton's eardrums exploding.

"Just why???"

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"I'm not sure where the Punisher is, if he's even still around any longer. It was impossible to keep track of one man in all that unfolded globally. Chaos was an understatement. And once more, appreciated."

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Hercules

"I am sorry Reed. I do not believe there is room for anyone unwilling. Perhaps sending her back, however desperate your need would be best." You have room for us at this facility ? "

Hercules left his place and walked over to Barton, offering his hand. The expression on his face on the border between dour and professional.

"It is good to see you again Hawkeye, even under such circumstances"

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Lincoln had been briefly listened and he nodded. " If you have the right tech, I can certainly be a conduit if anyone wants to go back home. I am not entirely certain if it will work perfectly, but my power should hold long enough to do that. I imagine I couldn't do it forever and may be able to channel my power for two to three portals at a time before needing a short rest. I'm Lincoln Campbell," he said, introducing himself.

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C.T. said:
"I'm very appreciative of that."​


"A lot has gone wrong, yes, but not every good one is gone. There's still a chance. And humor for levity is not my strongest suit, so I can't comment if you did or not."
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"Soon, though there should be more than mindless fighting. And of course, you have the privilege to our food rations. Eat as you like. Within reason."​


"True enough, a collection of more hyper intelligent minds would reduce timespan for a successful cure...but we are still talking long-term years and years. Possibly even longer. This is not an easy science and trying to blanket a cure for all the genetic sequences of what used to be people out there...it really is not easy. Moreover if I just pulled more of me over, they too would be too crucial to risk in the field. We would need them here. But every day we're reminded that they are still living people out there that need us. We hoped that is where you would come in, to bring them to more secure safety. Not to mention, the less threats out there, the better. If you could take any infected out and bring us more samples, that would be appreciated--"​


"....................................................Was that really necessary?"​


"Fantastic...if morbid."​


"They're fierce, predatorial, territorial, cling to tribes. Any limits they had before are likely transcended, as the chemical changed them significantly. Previous limitations no longer applied in many cases."​


"Again, appreciated."​

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"I am not forcibly conscripting, no. This is absolutely a plea...and yes, I admit, we failed many people out there. Far too many to count. But we still have a second chance. We're far more aware than we were when this was first thrust into our laps. We still are endeavoring every day to fix it, don't you dare diminish the work I have tried. You have no idea what I've lost." His gaze hardened for a moment, staring straight at Monet. "But none of that loss matters right now. I can't dwell on it until I've done all I can. And again, I'm not conscripting you. I can send you back. It would be easier now." He turned to Lincoln.

"I can adjust my systems to make use of his ability and power a return home for you, if that is what you want. If that is what any of you want. I will not fault you. Even some here have lost faith in our chances. But like it or not, we have to try. We can't go to another world as you can. If any of us turned...succumbed...no. Out of the question. So. Do you wish to go back?"
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"I'm not sure where the Punisher is, if he's even still around any longer. It was impossible to keep track of one man in all that unfolded globally. Chaos was an understatement. And once more, appreciated."

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"..."

"Where did you say those rations were?" Wanda inquired, calmly.

And why do I get the feeling the food here is shit?

"...Also, what, exactly, is your definition of," she paused, doing air quotes. "'Within reason'? On top of that, what do you mean by more than mindless fighting?"

She put lots of thought into un-aliving people, thank you very much.

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C.T. said:
"I am not forcibly conscripting, no. This is absolutely a plea...and yes, I admit, we failed many people out there. Far too many to count. But we still have a second chance. We're far more aware than we were when this was first thrust into our laps. We still are endeavoring every day to fix it, don't you dare diminish the work I have tried. You have no idea what I've lost." His gaze hardened for a moment, staring straight at Monet. "But none of that loss matters right now. I can't dwell on it until I've done all I can. And again, I'm not conscripting you. I can send you back. It would be easier now." He turned to Lincoln.

"I can adjust my systems to make use of his ability and power a return home for you, if that is what you want. If that is what any of you want. I will not fault you. Even some here have lost faith in our chances. But like it or not, we have to try. We can't go to another world as you can. If any of us turned...succumbed...no. Out of the question. So. Do you wish to go back?"
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"What I wish damn well doesn't matter. Hercules, speak for me again and I will find the tallest rooftop within reasonable range and throw you from it."

Monet breezily refuted, seeming to think absolutely nothing of threatening the prince of power like he was a simple heckler. Her gaze didn't even go his way. Her eyes, instead, remained transixed on Richards, her hand curling a long lock of her jet-black hair around one finger.

"I'm a prisoner of my own moral obligation. You don't have to keep us here if we're our own jailer, or did you think it was any less a coercion just because you offered us choice? Fascinating," She smirked thinly. "Look around. Hawkeye is one of the Avengers' favored sons. Hercules's virtue is quite literally legend. Deadpool has a moral compass, so I'm told. You even conscripted poor Clarice here, and I know firsthand that she gave her own life to save... some other peoples' years ago."

Some expression flickered across her forehead briefly, but in no time at all it was gone.

"Most of the others I don't know. What matters is I don't see anyone terribly likely to refuse your offer, knowing how bad things are here. It's a conscription, whether you intend it to be or not. Your offer of a choice affects only how much I can stomach you. So, congratulations on not making me want to twist something's neck anymore."

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C.T. said:
"I'm very appreciative of that."​


"A lot has gone wrong, yes, but not every good one is gone. There's still a chance. And humor for levity is not my strongest suit, so I can't comment if you did or not."
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"Soon, though there should be more than mindless fighting. And of course, you have the privilege to our food rations. Eat as you like. Within reason."​


"True enough, a collection of more hyper intelligent minds would reduce timespan for a successful cure...but we are still talking long-term years and years. Possibly even longer. This is not an easy science and trying to blanket a cure for all the genetic sequences of what used to be people out there...it really is not easy. Moreover if I just pulled more of me over, they too would be too crucial to risk in the field. We would need them here. But every day we're reminded that they are still living people out there that need us. We hoped that is where you would come in, to bring them to more secure safety. Not to mention, the less threats out there, the better. If you could take any infected out and bring us more samples, that would be appreciated--"​


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"So we're the replacement heroes for whoevers left." Clarice said with a huff as her question as answered. "not exactly the greatest sounding odds. Especially since it seems like the infected keep their powers and minds." She frowned and bit her lip before she shrugged.

"But I think I'll stay. After we're done here, I might know some more people who could help. I'd just need to go back to where I was first."
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OrlandoBloomers said:
"I'm a prisoner of my own moral obligation. You don't have to keep us here if we're our own jailer, or did you think it was any less a coercion just because you offered us choice? Fascinating," She smirked thinly. "Look around. Hawkeye is one of the Avengers' favored sons. Hercules's virtue is quite literally legend. Deadpool has a moral compass, so I'm told. You even conscripted poor Clarice here, and I know firsthand that she gave her own life to save... some other peoples' years ago."

Some expression flickered across her forehead briefly, but in no time at all it was gone.
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She glanced over with her eyes slightly widened at that little tidbit. She knew that other Clarices and Blinks existed. Heck, she'd met one or two. But the idea that someone here knew on that had died was... an odd feeling, to say the least. She cleared her throat and added.

"...While I do want to help, I'd like to stay alive doing it if that's possible. I have a team counting on me"

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Hercules

"I am sorry Reed. I do not believe there is room for anyone unwilling. Perhaps sending her back, however desperate your need would be best." You have room for us at this facility ? "

Hercules left his place and walked over to Barton, offering his hand. The expression on his face on the border between dour and professional.

"It is good to see you again Hawkeye, even under such circumstances"

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It's really not hard to recognize a big guy like Herc, what with him quite being a living legend. I just hope this god is the god I knew back home, cuz alternate realities were just a volatile can of worms and-- call me pessimistic-- I want to get home without stepping on multiversal toes.

Barton clasped the godling's proffered hand with a firm grip, shaking downward and up in greeting as he met Herc's gaze with a sour look to his face. "Gotta say the same, and man, you're still nice as ever but let's be real. This situation sucks. Regardless--" Barton sucked air in through gritted teeth and forced a smile-- "I'm glad to have you watching our back what with the heavies gone rogue here, from the sound of things. Hulk... jeez."

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"Any chance you're from the same reality as me?"​

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"What I wish damn well doesn't matter. Hercules, speak for me again and I will find the tallest rooftop within reasonable range and throw you from it."

Monet breezily refuted, seeming to think absolutely nothing of threatening the prince of power like he was a simple heckler. Her gaze didn't even go his way. Her eyes, instead, remained transixed on Richards, her hand curling a long lock of her jet-black hair around one finger.

"I'm a prisoner of my own moral obligation. You don't have to keep us here if we're our own jailer, or did you think it was any less a coercion just because you offered us choice? Fascinating," She smirked thinly. "Look around. Hawkeye is one of the Avengers' favored sons. Hercules's virtue is quite literally legend. Deadpool has a moral compass, so I'm told. You even conscripted poor Clarice here, and I know firsthand that she gave her own life to save... some other peoples' years ago."

Some expression flickered across her forehead briefly, but in no time at all it was gone.

"Most of the others I don't know. What matters is I don't see anyone terribly likely to refuse your offer, knowing how bad things are here. It's a conscription, whether you intend it to be or not. Your offer of a choice affects only how much I can stomach you. So, congratulations on not making me want to twist something's neck anymore."

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And turning on a dime to regard Monet's words in his typical carny fashion, index fingers directed her way with the expression of "She's right, y'know" plastered across his face, Barton spoke, "Not to turn on you guys but she's nailed that on the head. Right now, I'm nobody-- shush, nobody correct me about being an Avenger, I'm going through a thing back home-- I can tell you that you guys kinda have put us in a position, entrapment and all. There's not really a choice to it. Of course, you know you're grabbing heroes so I guess it's academic, especially if you really need the help. But seriously though, I'd have done something like ask first before executing the Wizard of Oz bit on people.."

An intake of breath and Barton moved on next.

"And I'm taking top if there're bunk-beds. Y'know, birds eye view and all." : |

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" I will tell you Clint Barton, this is a Hercules who stands with his friends till the end or Victory. This is a Hercules who would trust his fellow Avengers up to that same standard. This is a Hercules who helps guard mankind. Yes, the situation for us is far from pleasant, it is very imposing. It was even perhaps wrong to ask it of us. Yet here we are. I for one see the path I must take. The rest of you perhaps have chosen that same path. I applaud you all one way or the other."

"As for you young woman, I spoke not for you but was interpreting your own rather obvious talk. I don't know you my fine lady. But my thought is, when the time comes for someone here to rely on you, their lives on the line, will you be of help... or too mad to think clearly. So before you decide I have insulted you, please consider that. "

The Lion of Olympus moves to his duffle bag, picking it up. He walks over to The Black Panther and pats him on the shoulder, the looks between he and Reed.

" I am sorry for the immense losses you have suffered".

He turns and starts walking away.

" If someone could show me to a bed, I am going to try to find a way to sleep that doesn't involve alcohol. I get the feeling many of us will be privileged to enjoy many long sorrowful days and nights as a reward for our choice. "

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Hospes said:

"..."

"Where did you say those rations were?" Wanda inquired, calmly.

And why do I get the feeling the food here is shit?

"...Also, what, exactly, is your definition of," she paused, doing air quotes. "'Within reason'? On top of that, what do you mean by more than mindless fighting?"

She put lots of thought into un-aliving people, thank you very much.

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"Just leave the room and follow the directions, can't miss the cafeteria. By that I mean not hoarding food, obviously. As for your third query...there's more to this than simply that is all."
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OrlandoBloomers said:
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"What I wish damn well doesn't matter. Hercules, speak for me again and I will find the tallest rooftop within reasonable range and throw you from it."

Monet breezily refuted, seeming to think absolutely nothing of threatening the prince of power like he was a simple heckler. Her gaze didn't even go his way. Her eyes, instead, remained transixed on Richards, her hand curling a long lock of her jet-black hair around one finger.

"I'm a prisoner of my own moral obligation. You don't have to keep us here if we're our own jailer, or did you think it was any less a coercion just because you offered us choice? Fascinating," She smirked thinly. "Look around. Hawkeye is one of the Avengers' favored sons. Hercules's virtue is quite literally legend. Deadpool has a moral compass, so I'm told. You even conscripted poor Clarice here, and I know firsthand that she gave her own life to save... some other peoples' years ago."

Some expression flickered across her forehead briefly, but in no time at all it was gone.

"Most of the others I don't know. What matters is I don't see anyone terribly likely to refuse your offer, knowing how bad things are here. It's a conscription, whether you intend it to be or not. Your offer of a choice affects only how much I can stomach you. So, congratulations on not making me want to twist something's neck anymore."

@C.T. @Indolent @Gands @Hospes @Schnee Corp Lawyer​
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"If basic human morality is akin to a prison for you, I really don't see what else there is to discuss. The negative connotation on the nature of morality that conveys...I don't agree with that."
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"So we're the replacement heroes for whoevers left." Clarice said with a huff as her question as answered. "not exactly the greatest sounding odds. Especially since it seems like the infected keep their powers and minds." She frowned and bit her lip before she shrugged.

"But I think I'll stay. After we're done here, I might know some more people who could help. I'd just need to go back to where I was first."
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She glanced over with her eyes slightly widened at that little tidbit. She knew that other Clarices and Blinks existed. Heck, she'd met one or two. But the idea that someone here knew on that had died was... an odd feeling, to say the least. She cleared her throat and added.

"...While I do want to help, I'd like to stay alive doing it if that's possible. I have a team counting on me"

@C.T. @Ringmaster @OrlandoBloomers @Gands @Hospes @Indolent​
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"Their powers remain, but their minds are reduced to simple thinking and primal instinct." He didn't comment on her first sentence. That was one way to look at it. "We do not want any of you to die, either. Enough people already have."
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Indolent said:
And turning on a dime to regard Monet's words in his typical carny fashion, index fingers directed her way with the expression of "She's right, y'know" plastered across his face, Barton spoke, "Not to turn on you guys but she's nailed that on the head. Right now, I'm nobody-- shush, nobody correct me about being an Avenger, I'm going through a thing back home-- I can tell you that you guys kinda have put us in a position, entrapment and all. There's not really a choice to it. Of course, you know you're grabbing heroes so I guess it's academic, especially if you really need the help. But seriously though, I'd have done something like ask first before executing the Wizard of Oz bit on people.."

An intake of breath and Barton moved on next.

"And I'm taking top if there're bunk-beds. Y'know, birds eye view and all." : |

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"Again, I must disagree. If you two find yourselves akin to prisoners with your own sense of morality as the jailer, explaining the situation and asking for your help first before pulling you through likely would have you saying yes regardless. In your words, asking you first is no less coercion, so I do not see your faulty logic. All I did was cut down on wasting time, which is a luxury we do not truly have anymore."
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The Lion of Olympus moves to his duffle bag, picking it up. He walks over to The Black Panther and pats him on the shoulder, the looks between he and Reed.

" I am sorry for the immense losses you have suffered".

He turns and starts walking away.

" If someone could show me to a bed, I am going to try to find a way to sleep that doesn't involve alcohol. I get the feeling many of us will be privileged to enjoy many long sorrowful days and nights as a reward for our choice. "
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"As are we all. And that's smart, yes. Rest, food...help yourselves. Or perhaps talk with some of the others. They fought more than I did, on the streets, in the front lines...amidst all the madness. I can direct you." Reed finished. Black Widow, who had stayed to the side and silent for this exchange, turned around to head off. A bit of a solitary walk seemed like the perfect idea, to process all this. A hell of a weight to drop on their shoulders without so much as a warning. While this Reed wasn't the villainous asshole like hers was, he still seemed cold.

"Except for you."

Jess paused, looking over her shoulder. Yep, looking at her. "I need to talk to you. And maybe..." He looked over at the one who seemed close in resemblance to their Mary Jane.

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She glanced over with her eyes slightly widened at that little tidbit. She knew that other Clarices and Blinks existed. Heck, she'd met one or two. But the idea that someone here knew on that had died was... an odd feeling, to say the least. She cleared her throat and added.

"...While I do want to help, I'd like to stay alive doing it if that's possible. I have a team counting on me"

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Monet looked up in admitted interest, considering something. "Really? Am I in it?"

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"As for you young woman, I spoke not for you but was interpreting your own rather obvious talk. I don't know you my fine lady. But my thought is, when the time comes for someone here to rely on you, their lives on the line, will you be of help... or too mad to think clearly. So before you decide I have insulted you, please consider that. "
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"I'll be more than of help, Hercules. I'll show you why precisely it was that man outgrew gods."
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C.T. said:
"If basic human morality is akin to a prison for you, I really don't see what else there is to discuss. The negative connotation on the nature of morality that conveys...I don't agree with that."
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C.T. said:
"Again, I must disagree. If you two find yourselves akin to prisoners with your own sense of morality as the jailer, explaining the situation and asking for your help first before pulling you through likely would have you saying yes regardless. In your words, asking you first is no less coercion, so I do not see your faulty logic. All I did was cut down on wasting time, which is a luxury we do not truly have anymore."
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"The nature of morality isn't negative, Doctor Richards, it's most peoples' greatest strength. Me, it's perhaps my fifth or my sixth." She dismissed breezily, hands on the table she was yet sitting on. Her eyes fixed on the scientist, steeling. "But there's more to be said about the man whose "morals" include a proclivity to manipulate others' when it suits him, I think. I must wonder how many lives that's cost you in the past. At least three, I take it?"

She pointedly looked around the room, letting that hang. Then she stood up.

"Now if you want to discuss logistics with someone a little more astute in such fields than mr. Barton, I'm clearly not going anywhere. Otherwise... I'll learn my own way around the compound."

Without further preamble, she made her way from the laboratory.

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"But there's more to be said about the man whose "morals" include a proclivity to manipulate others' when it suits him, I think. I must wonder how many lives that's cost you in the past. At least three, I take it?"

She pointedly looked around the room, letting that hang. Then she stood up.​
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It didn't take a mind as gifted as Reed Richards' own to realize that implication. Were he more of a physical man, he might have struck her for daring to make such a comment. But he was not, and so did not. He simply spoke very coldly to her back as she departed the lab.

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"You're a very adept specimen, just from what I've gathered from my scans. But mind who you're talking to. I can think of no less than seventeen ways to seal you in a room forever. I advise you think really hard before you make such a comment again." His questionable decisions in bringing them here aside, that had seemed to rattle him significantly given his response.

Inwardly, his thoughts were quick, flashing through the turning of Ben as he freed Patient Zero and they fed on Hank. Through to Johnny dying holding the line against the infected Hulk and his horde, before he turned himself. And Sue...that was the worst thing for him. Not knowing. Alive? Dead? Infected? Each guess didn't satisfy him...nor could he dwell on it. Just as quick as they arrived, those thoughts were compartmentalized back into his list of reasons he just had to get this right. To fix it.

He turned back away from Monet, ignoring any further retorts if she gave any, thoughts shifting back to his work while he looked towards Black Widow and Mary Jane if she stuck around.​
 
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After hearing what Reed had to say, Daredevil decided to make his way to the cafeteria. Afterall, he could get something to snack on. "If any of you need me, to either talk or kill me. I'll be in the cafeteria." He said, before continuing to his destination.

While he was walking there, he was thinking about what he could be assigned to. And of his new teammates.

The more he thought about it, the more this whole group sounded like Cap's army against the Skull.

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The Lion of Olympus found himself walking near the Cafeteria, his stomach now remembering that he had not eaten since getting on that first plane early this morning. He went into the cafeteria and got some food and a large mug of fake lemonade.

He sat done and started to eat. Sitting in a spot where he could watch the entrance, hoping someone he knew would walk in.

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"Just leave the room and follow the directions, can't miss the cafeteria. By that I mean not hoarding food, obviously. As for your third query...there's more to this than simply that is all."
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"If basic human morality is akin to a prison for you, I really don't see what else there is to discuss. The negative connotation on the nature of morality that conveys...I don't agree with that."
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"Their powers remain, but their minds are reduced to simple thinking and primal instinct." He didn't comment on her first sentence. That was one way to look at it. "We do not want any of you to die, either. Enough people already have."
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"Again, I must disagree. If you two find yourselves akin to prisoners with your own sense of morality as the jailer, explaining the situation and asking for your help first before pulling you through likely would have you saying yes regardless. In your words, asking you first is no less coercion, so I do not see your faulty logic. All I did was cut down on wasting time, which is a luxury we do not truly have anymore."
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"As are we all. And that's smart, yes. Rest, food...help yourselves. Or perhaps talk with some of the others. They fought more than I did, on the streets, in the front lines...amidst all the madness. I can direct you." Reed finished. Black Widow, who had stayed to the side and silent for this exchange, turned around to head off. A bit of a solitary walk seemed like the perfect idea, to process all this. A hell of a weight to drop on their shoulders without so much as a warning. While this Reed wasn't the villainous asshole like hers was, he still seemed cold.

"Except for you."

Jess paused, looking over her shoulder. Yep, looking at her. "I need to talk to you. And maybe..." He looked over at the one who seemed close in resemblance to their Mary Jane.

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"Right. You keep tellin' yourself that. I totally trust your word, considering you let this world fall into total chaos with your choice of tactics and all," Wanda replied, cheerfully going to pay the scientist on the shoulder. "Anyways, thanks, f#+&in' nerd! You all enjoy bickering about the apocalypse, and all. I'll be back in a few. Laters~" And, with a playful wave, Wanda moved to ditch the others in the room in favor of heading to the cafeteria to chow down.

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"As are we all. And that's smart, yes. Rest, food...help yourselves. Or perhaps talk with some of the others. They fought more than I did, on the streets, in the front lines...amidst all the madness. I can direct you." Reed finished. Black Widow, who had stayed to the side and silent for this exchange, turned around to head off. A bit of a solitary walk seemed like the perfect idea, to process all this. A hell of a weight to drop on their shoulders without so much as a warning. While this Reed wasn't the villainous asshole like hers was, he still seemed cold.

"Except for you."

Jess paused, looking over her shoulder. Yep, looking at her. "I need to talk to you. And maybe..." He looked over at the one who seemed close in resemblance to their Mary Jane.
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Sonja stared openly in return, sword on her shoulder like it belonged there before she spoke.

"What do you wish of us?"

Morality and such aside, she'd seen it all before. Times changed, era's shifted.

Desperation and fear remained in style.

@C.T.​
 
OOC: Much thanks to @Hospes for writing a lot of this and GMing it...she's pretty savage. :| Also great.

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"Well, there is a fair bit...first of all." His attention roved to Jess. "Your genetic sequence is almost down to a perfect replica of his. Patient Zero--"

"Please don't say it." Half a plea, half a demand.

"...Peter Parker was Patient Zero. The first known case. He spent weeks confined in one of my cells, with ample time for me to study and examine him. As such, while I may not be able to guarantee that the vaccine we have prepared will be successful 100% for any of the others...I do believe it will be for you. You are as close to a match as we've seen in a long time."

"..." She really didn't know how to respond to that. Of course she would be, even if she wished she was more than just that.

He turned to Mary Jane. "As for you--"

"GUYS! Hate to interrupt but my skull is buzzing like there's no tomorrow! I think we should get out of here, as in now!" Jess blurted out, her silence broken.

On the outskirts of the facility, just outside the city was an infected. Seemingly having followed the group there, it could hardly be considered a threat, and was quickly obliterated, plain and simple. But after that? Came another. And slowly, another. And another after that, and even more following. Testing of defense.

"Eriiiiiiiiiiiiiik." A voice growled.

Cloak and Victor had gotten them this far, it was time for the others.

A quiet rumbling began, the entire base seeming to shake...until with one movement, it grew much more violent. Walls ripped away, wild upheaving as the base itself grinded and twisted where it stood. Outside, cars were lifted and slammed into random points, no care for where they seemed to impact. Save for one, which struck their power generators.

Instantly the base was pitched into darkness, a pale blue light that hardly illuminated crackling to life after 30 seconds. The backup had kicked in. The base continued its violent, chaotic movement. Jess was lucky enough to keep herself anchored to the wall. The others still in the lab were not so lucky.

And following that? Just outside the base came another infected. And slowly, another. And another after that, and even more following. Among the pack? Those once known well as Spider-Man- or, to those who were more familiar with him outside of his crime-fighting life, Peter Parker, Luke Cage, Magneto, Cloak, Sabretooth and Ms. Marvel. It all happened so fast that even the most skilled gunsmen would struggle to hold them off, and the human defense line was quickly put to rest. Screams were quickly silenced, if only due to their owners having their throats- something obviously needed to produce such a sound -torn out and devoured in a bloody and grotesque manner. While one or two from the horde stayed behind to continue gratefully eating away at the guards(Carol Danvers managing to keep Sasquatch and Vindicator off the others with her own considerable strength and speed), the rest made a mad rush for the entrance of the building, managing to pry open the doors with a series of bloodthirsty hisses and groans.

Wolverine and X-23, stationed just inside by the door fell into combat stances with trademark snikts as their claws popped out. "They tracked somebody. Dammit." Sounds of fierce combat echoed down the halls, the sound of adamantium scraping against metal piercing through the near total darkness.

But they did fall silent. The pair thrown like nothing out of the facility and deep into the snowy surroundings, thanks to that adamantium.

Furious sounds continued to emanate from other parts of the base, hallways erupting with the sounds of gunfire and heavy thudding and inhuman screams. The voice of the Vision blaring out through all their comms, warning and advising others even as the sounds of him in combat were heard. But in general, the din of combat seemed to fade from where Reed, T'Challa and the few others stood, whatever Infected had gotten in headed further and further away, closer to the cafeteria and other areas.

Until a body came flying through the door Lady Deadpool had exited via minutes before, a less than human snarl parting the thing's lips as it's unkempt and less than hygienic fingernails stretched out towards the first human it saw. Which happened to be Reed Richards, himself.

Without mercy, the infected- one could possibly determine that the creature used to be the one known as Luke Cage, who in this universe, had killed his own wife -pinned the man to the ground, a sickening mixture of what appeared to be blood and saliva gliding down his chin as he abruptly brought his head down, aiming to sink his teeth into Reed's shoulder and tear out a chunk.

Caught off-guard, Reed offered barely any initial resistance, the teeth gnashing into his skin and Reed yelled in pain with the fierce bite before he managed to push Cage off enough to stretch away, clutching his wound.

"I got this!" Jess pressed off against the wall, leaping right to Cage with a fist thrown into a punch...which was promptly caught by the man. With her fist gripped tight by his own, Cage pushed back and steadily forced Widow to her knees even as she grunted and tried to push back with all she had.

Was Luke Cage always this strong???

Cage just grinned that unsavory smile. That smell from his mouth was almost enough for her to gag...but at the next moment while they were locked grappling, Black Panther kicked him away and off her.

"T-thanks."

"Go, now!"

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"....................................................Was that really necessary?"
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Chel smirked. She wasn't sorry for doing that, at all. Maybe it was the personality of the Avetador that was brushing off on her, but still...​
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OOC: Much thanks to @Hospes for writing a lot of this and GMing it...she's pretty savage. :| Also great.

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"Well, there is a fair bit...first of all." His attention roved to Jess. "Your genetic sequence is almost down to a perfect replica of his. Patient Zero--"

"Please don't say it." Half a plea, half a demand.

"...Peter Parker was Patient Zero. The first known case. He spent weeks confined in one of my cells, with ample time for me to study and examine him. As such, while I may not be able to guarantee that the vaccine we have prepared will be successful 100% for any of the others...I do believe it will be for you. You are as close to a match as we've seen in a long time."

"..." She really didn't know how to respond to that. Of course she would be, even if she wished she was more than just that.

He turned to Mary Jane. "As for you--"

"GUYS! Hate to interrupt but my skull is buzzing like there's no tomorrow! I think we should get out of here, as in now!" Jess blurted out, her silence broken.

On the outskirts of the facility, just outside the city was an infected. Seemingly having followed the group there, it could hardly be considered a threat, and was quickly obliterated, plain and simple. But after that? Came another. And slowly, another. And another after that, and even more following. Testing of defense.

"Eriiiiiiiiiiiiiik." A voice growled.

Cloak and Victor had gotten them this far, it was time for the others.

A quiet rumbling began, the entire base seeming to shake...until with one movement, it grew much more violent. Walls ripped away, wild upheaving as the base itself grinded and twisted where it stood. Outside, cars were lifted and slammed into random points, no care for where they seemed to impact. Save for one, which struck their power generators.

Instantly the base was pitched into darkness, a pale blue light that hardly illuminated crackling to life after 30 seconds. The backup had kicked in. The base continued its violent, chaotic movement. Jess was lucky enough to keep herself anchored to the wall. The others still in the lab were not so lucky.

And following that? Just outside the base came another infected. And slowly, another. And another after that, and even more following. Among the pack? Those once known well as Spider-Man- or, to those who were more familiar with him outside of his crime-fighting life, Peter Parker, Luke Cage, Magneto, Cloak, Sabretooth and Ms. Marvel. It all happened so fast that even the most skilled gunsmen would struggle to hold them off, and the human defense line was quickly put to rest. Screams were quickly silenced, if only due to their owners having their throats- something obviously needed to produce such a sound -torn out and devoured in a bloody and grotesque manner. While one or two from the horde stayed behind to continue gratefully eating away at the guards(Carol Danvers managing to keep Sasquatch and Vindicator off the others with her own considerable strength and speed), the rest made a mad rush for the entrance of the building, managing to pry open the doors with a series of bloodthirsty hisses and groans.

Wolverine and X-23, stationed just inside by the door fell into combat stances with trademark snikts as their claws popped out. "They tracked somebody. Dammit." Sounds of fierce combat echoed down the halls, the sound of adamantium scraping against metal piercing through the near total darkness.

But they did fall silent. The pair thrown like nothing out of the facility and deep into the snowy surroundings, thanks to that adamantium.

Furious sounds continued to emanate from other parts of the base, hallways erupting with the sounds of gunfire and heavy thudding and inhuman screams. The voice of the Vision blaring out through all their comms, warning and advising others even as the sounds of him in combat were heard. But in general, the din of combat seemed to fade from where Reed, T'Challa and the few others stood, whatever Infected had gotten in headed further and further away, closer to the cafeteria and other areas.

Until a body came flying through the door Lady Deadpool had exited via minutes before, a less than human snarl parting the thing's lips as it's unkempt and less than hygienic fingernails stretched out towards the first human it saw. Which happened to be Reed Richards, himself.

Without mercy, the infected- one could possibly determine that the creature used to be the one known as Luke Cage, who in this universe, had killed his own wife -pinned the man to the ground, a sickening mixture of what appeared to be blood and saliva gliding down his chin as he abruptly brought his head down, aiming to sink his teeth into Reed's shoulder and tear out a chunk.

Caught off-guard, Reed offered barely any initial resistance, the teeth gnashing into his skin and Reed yelled in pain with the fierce bite before he managed to push Cage off enough to stretch away, clutching his wound.

"I got this!" Jess pressed off against the wall, leaping right to Cage with a fist thrown into a punch...which was promptly caught by the man. With her fist gripped tight by his own, Cage pushed back and steadily forced Widow to her knees even as she grunted and tried to push back with all she had.

Was Luke Cage always this strong???

Cage just grinned that unsavory smile. That smell from his mouth was almost enough for her to gag...but at the next moment while they were locked grappling, Black Panther kicked him away and off her.

"T-thanks."

"Go, now!"

@Hospes @Ringmaster @Indolent @Schnee Corp Lawyer @OrlandoBloomers @Gands @TheTechnologicVampire @thatguyinthestore @The Wanderer @LuckycoolHawk9​
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Chel's eyes widened when she heard what the female Spider-Man said, about getting out of here quickly. "I can take two." She said as she once again transformed into the Aventador S, scissor doors opened wide, waiting for people to jump in. "C'mon, I don't have all day." She figured that the femme Spidey was referencing the infected being here, so she wanted people to get in with haste so she could leave as soon as possible before the base was overrun. To help with lighting up the place due to the power going out, Chel turned on the Aventador's high-beams, lighting up a lot of the area of the base she was currently sat in,w aiting to transport people out.

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Hercules

The lion of Olympus heard the first noises of battle, threw down the last of his meal and grabbed his bag. He threw that over his back in a practiced motion after removing a sword & scabbard. He buckled the Sword of Peleus onto his belt. Another legendary weapon made by the master craftsman Hephaestus.

He rushed back towards the room where everyone had met. He would mete out no mercy this day. He was not known for using his sword. Rarely were the occasions where it would be safe to use it. For in the world of men, he was a hero. Heroes don't kill the villains for the most part. Any savage infected would get sliced in half for it's trouble. As for his being exposed, he would have to rely on his own Olympian blood, which had never known illness.

He ran into a few of the infected, briefly as they moved to menace civilians. He ruthlessly dispatched them.

" Move people, get to the Cafeteria, Daredevil is there, get to safety".

He moved quickly after that moving towards Richards and T'challa.
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Lincoln had been eating some food from the cafeteria when he heard the cries from the outside and decided to go see what it was. He looked over to see the infected and growled. Couldn't he ever just eat in peace without something go wrong? He took a deep breath and headed back into the cafeteria and in case, he crafted an electro ball in case one of those threats came in here.

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