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Clara Elric
Cabin Leader

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Seventeen
Single
Pastel

Demeter

Lies and Lavander (Isaac/Open) Aug 8, 2014 19:47:20 GMT -6

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Post by Clara Elric on Aug 8, 2014 19:47:20 GMT -6

It was completely stifling inside the Big House on a hot summer day like today. Through the window on the opposite of the room from where Clara was sitting, she could see the bright blue sky without a cloud in sight. Grasshoppers were creaking loudly in the heat and birds were singing loudly as the chased each other through the sky. All things considered it was a beautiful day outside which of course meant that Clara had to be stuck inside a musty old house for the majority of it. The wonderful day outside was practically mocking her. The Big House was unpleasant to be in on the best of days but on a day such as today it was unbearable. The old wood planks trapped in heat leaving the air inside the house feeling hot and humid. The house also trapped in all manners of dust, since most demigods had better things to do than dust. It made for a pretty image at least, the dust glowing like fireflies in the rays of sun that filtered through the window. The windows themselves were made of dirty panes of glass that were smeared with grime and what Clara swore looked like congealed blood. The windows all over the house were open in the vain hope of a draft of wind would pass by. For the past two hours Clara hadn’t felt so much as a breeze.

Thankfully some wonderful person had had the foresight to set up several fans in the recreation room where all the cabin leaders were meeting. The cabin leaders just so happened to include Clara as leader of the Demeter cabin. Like most of the demigods around the table, Clara was seconds away from melting into a puddle from the heat. Some faint notion of responsibility was the only thing keeping her from leaving the house and making straight for the lake. Although the thought was so, so tempting.

Shifting her weight in the groaning, old chair yet another time, Clara sighed quietly to herself and fought to keep her eyes trained on the cabin leader who was speaking. The leader of the Hephaestus sitting next to her shot a half-hearted glare in her direction at the sound of the chair but quickly resumed his face of boredom. All of the cabin leaders were just about dead on their feet and itching to leave the stuff Big House for some fresh air but this meeting was important. It was an update on the increase in monster activity since the Golden Fleece was stolen. Things were quickly deteriorating in camp. From the campers morale to their compromised sense of safety; ever camper could feel the tension in the air, like the calm before the storm.

Clara grimaced to herself just thinking of the situation. Everyone was on edge and just about ready to snap leaving the cabin leaders scrambling to keep everything in order. If it wasn’t so hot in here, they might get something done but as of right now the meeting most comprised of all the cabin leaders complaining or speculating what to do next.

The daughter of Demeter gritted her teeth as some of the cabin leaders broke into yet another squabble over some issue or another. Turning her angry gaze to the leader of the Zeus cabin Clara shook her head violently in his direction before jerking her head in the direction of the door. Thankfully they got the message and quickly dispersed the meeting. It didn’t take long for most of the cabin leaders to bolt for the door with enthusiasm they had not shown the entire meeting. Clara smiled doggedly at their antics and put a hand comfortingly on the leader of the Zeus cabin’s shoulder and squeezing gently. The two demigods nodded at each other before departing after the rest of the cabin leaders.

Clara halted at the porch at the front door and took a deep breath of fresh air. It smelt refreshing after several hours of being bent over a ping pong table and getting virtually nothing done. She rested her forearms on the railings on the porch and breathed deeply several times in an attempt to wash away her tiredness. It wasn’t so much as feeling tired as feeling exhausted, weary. The monster attacks were weight heavily on everyone’s minds, especially the young ones. The amount of children who had crawled into her bed complaining of nightmares in the last week was more than she had had all last summer. This was getting ridiculous. If the camp didn’t do something soon, it wasn’t the monsters that were going to destroy them. They were going to destroy each other.

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Tagged;; Isaac Greyson, OPEN
Notes;; This was so much darker than I thought it would be o-o

Uriel Clement Pavlovena


22
Alone
Balalaika

Ares

Lies and Lavander (Isaac/Open) Aug 17, 2014 2:15:56 GMT -6

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Post by Uriel Clement Pavlovena on Aug 17, 2014 2:15:56 GMT -6

Camp was becoming such a boring place. The beautiful moments the previous years Uriel spent in this wonderful place was quickly replaced with the dreaded sensation of mistrust, and danger. Such a shame, the Russian Commando thought. He hoped that he had his last taste of danger and deception during Afghanistan. One cannot truly stop being a soldier, it seems. And more than that, Uriel found that the conflict rising among his siblings and comrades had much to do with the gods, as it had with them. A very very interesting thought, frightening perhaps But Uriel had been quite silent for a while. Though, he was relatively.."new" at camp, his experience with monsters, warfare, plots and such is indeed invaluable. And though he very rarely made his opinion known in political matters, it was a very different and sensitive topic this time. Besides, Uriel found the current conflict to be interesting, and he could very well see an opportunity to further his own interests using this chaos. Perhaps, this time his talents on crises like this would be greatly valued, as the Son Of Ares secretly desired.

Funny enough, the security on The Big House was not tight on Counselors. He was not stopped on his way in to the Aramaic structure. Though, he did get a lot of rude stares in regards to his outfit of choice. He wore the traditional Camp Half Blood shirt, only it was paired by his large, military Soviet Coat. He Wore the Red Army's jacket like a coat, letting it's sleeves hang by the side, so fully expose all the prestigious awards and medals he received during his service. Or maybe it was because he nonchalantly had his sidearm, a Stetchkin APS on display, by his belt. Uriel didn't know exactly "why" these demigods and campers shook their heads if you openly carried your weapon. Was this not a Military Camp? Technically, it was. So Uriel found no reason for them to disagree. His thoughts were interrupted when he went face to face with the two campers, standing by the door to the meeting room. A small smile crossed the Russian's face. "Good afternoon, Comrades. It is in my understanding that there is a meeting of our young Camp Leaders that is currently being held here, I would like to examine first hand what this meeting is about, thank you."

One of the Demigods, a small man, not more then fifteen, gulped, and scratched by the back of his head, before speaking in a light tone. "Good Morning, Mr. Uriel. I'm terribly sorry, but our orders were not to let anyone in, less they are a Camp Leader. So... " He seemed to be at a loss for words as Uriel's eyes unforgivably stared at him. Oh, so this was how i t's played. The Russian slightly jerked his hand back, enough for his hand to hover over the handgun by his hip, or at least enough for the child to notice. Psychological Warfare is a feat that even Uriel enjoys, placing subconscious thoughts in people's mind, to influence their decision really was a deciding factor in how others deals and reacts to you. And judging from the split second that the child's eye moved to the side of his handgun, he could say that it worked. "I am sorry. I is true that you do have orders. However, would it not be better for a supervising adult to see whether they are making the right choices? I trust that I will not be much of an....annoyance, to their agenda, yes? I am sure that whoever assigned you to this post would...understand that circumstances changes, and we must adapt should we hope to succeed and...survive. " The tone of his voice, the implication and the way he worded his speech, the small melancholic and disappointed tune that flowed through his words, perhaps those were enough to convince the boy to step out of his way. The boy simply shot a look at the other demigod, who seemed to have been petrified by chance. The boy nodded. "Alright, M-Mr Uriel. You made your point. Please, come in." A small smile graved Uriel's lips, and he walked between the two demigods, patting one on the shoulder, with an excessive force. The moment he saw him slowly shift, Uriel shot him a knowing look, and the once innocent smile turned into a malicious one that told him "I-told-you-so."

The demigod silently stepped in, his oversized jacket flowing behind him as he slowly stepped towards one of the wall, leaning back and crossing his arm, examining the current meeting. No one paid him mind, probably because of the atmosphere in this little room. He could feel the rage withstanding the people. It was funny, how little things could cause such anger within people. Especially if placed with Crisis. Uriel could see what Camp would be, should everyone disagree with everyone. With the current strife, and conflict, it would have been disastrous, so easy to manipulate. And with people having their own ideals around here, plotting for themselves and the good of their little camp, Uriel could see a way to pull the strings to his own advantage. Even as he watched them bicker and get at each other's throat, he couldn't help but give them a knowing grin. Oh, they were making this all too easy for him.

After the beautiful redhead motioned for the Zeus kid to adjourn the meeting, he couldn't help but shake his head lightly. She had some sense to put a stop to something that's broken, though. She knew it would only escalate the tensions of people further and further. And Uriel would have to be the on to break things off, being the only adult here. The sight of them, bickering as they left made Uriel sigh. Oh, and he was having so much fun. Very well, he thought. It was time to make the first move, and set the battlefield to his advantage. he silently followed behind the two other demigods, following their lead lightly, but keeping a small distance with them. Once the other one left, and the pretty redhead was the only demigod, a small smile crossed the Russian Commando's face. Now, it was time.

"if that happened back in my time, you would have had a stand off with pistols ponited at each other's chest." Uriel spoke as he leaned over the wall, before smiling and continuing, "Clara, right?" Uriel offered, as he started to approach her, his hand was placed on the pocket of the large military coat. "I was watching the meeting, can't help but notice how pretty you were, even under stress." The blunt flirting, the friendly approach..."But yeah, you really can't get things done if you can't agree with anyone. Look at what happened to my country. Everyone wanted to be The leader of the Soviets, and the next thing you knew, The Union fell.I was already ex-military, thankfully." Uriel continued and finally reached her, letting his back touch the railing, before pulling out a Toblerone bar from the military jacket. he peeled the top of the bar's cover, and took a bite on the sweet chocolate. "How do you kids do it, deal with all this stress of monsters, combat, war, and godly parents; along with hormones, boys and such? Please, enlighten this old man, pretty maid." He continued, giving her a warm, welcoming smile as he took another bite on the bar.

(WC: 1258.)

Last Edit: Aug 17, 2014 2:18:14 GMT -6 by Uriel Clement Pavlovena

Clara Elric
Cabin Leader

App
Seventeen
Single
Pastel

Demeter

Lies and Lavander (Isaac/Open) Aug 17, 2014 20:50:49 GMT -6

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Post by Clara Elric on Aug 17, 2014 20:50:49 GMT -6

Clara didn't move for several moments, just focused on the rush of air in out of her lungs. A dull pain throbbed in her temples threatened to grow into a full blown head ache and she remembered the bottle of pain medication she kept in the side table next to her bed back in the cabin. What were the chances of her making it all the way back to her cabin without anyone disturbing her? Clara paused to think for a moment. It was just before dinner so the day's activities would be coming to end soon and all the demigods would make the slow trek back to their cabins before dinner time. She knew that her cabin's last activity for the day was arts and crafts which were held in an old wooden cabin not too far from the Big House. Craning her neck at an awkward angle, Clara could see the cabin from where she was standing. Through the windows she could see the movement of the campers within and estimated that she had ten minutes before arts and crafts ended. Which was not enough time for her to get to her cabin, grab the pain medication, and slink away undetected.

Resigning herself to dealing with the pains of a headache, Clara pushed herself off the railing of porch and swayed in place for a moment. The rest of the cabin leaders would be expecting to see her at the dining pavilion any second now. They had broken their meeting up just in time to get some good seats at their designated table and an early start to diner. But Clara couldn’t bring herself to join them just yet. Truthfully, she was kind of sick of dealing with the other cabin leaders at the moment. She needed a few moments to just collect herself and her thoughts before having to face them again. Spending several hours a day without anything productive taking place was completely infuriating to her and her irritation made her even less productive. It was a vicious cycle. Thankfully, in the dining pavilion she could put her family between herself and the other cabin leaders. Throwing her worry at the situation in general into fussing over her siblings was Clara’s best form of dealing with this situation right now. Besides, she felt safest when she was surrounded by her family. She felt somewhat cowardly hiding behind her family to keep the other camp leaders away, but with how on edge she felt right now it was probably in their best interest to keep away from her at the moment.

Clara sighed deeply and ran her fingers distractedly through her hair. The situation with the Golden Fleece was looking grim and with the indecision stirring among the leaders of the camp, was putting the entire camp in ever more danger. Nothing had been decided and the longer they put off making a decision, the more chances monsters had to attack the campers. Suddenly, Clara found herself angry. Why had she stopped the meeting short? She should have called for everyone’s attention and made them focus on the issue instead of their stupid bickering. She could have stepped up to the plate like no one else had and gotten the issues solved today. But instead she had been soft on them and let the camp leaders run off to stew in their own issues without even deciding when the next meeting would be. Clara scowled at herself, digging her nails into the soft flesh of her palms and felt resentment well up in the back of her throat. Letting out yet another slow breath in hopes to calm herself, the daughter of Demeter curled her hands around the railing of the porch and stared unseeingly at the camp.

She was abruptly brought out of her thoughts from a voice coming from right behind her. The words were sudden enough to shock a laugh out of her. “Did you see the way that son of Athena was twitching? I think he was several seconds away from drawing a dagger on everyone in that room. Not saying that I could blame him.” Clara commented off handedly. “The only different between your time period and this one is the variety of swears that would be used.” Come to think of it, everyone in that room had been rather nervous twitching their fingers towards some hidden weapon. Or in some cases, blatantly shown weapons. Clara never brought a weapon to any meetings. Both as a show of solidarity and faith in her fellow cabin leaders and because she didn’t need a weapon to inflict pain on her enemies. She nodded her head. “Yes, that’s right. I’m Clara Elric, daughter of Demeter.”

Clara did notice the man in the meeting room before. She had looked away for several minutes to listen intently to the leader of the Dionysus cabin and when she glanced to the off side of the room, he had suddenly been there. No one else had said anything about it and Clara wasn’t about to bring the group’s attention somewhere else when they were just finally starting to make some progress. The man had quickly left her mind as the meeting progressed. The clear flirtatious note in his voice was one she had heard many times before in the voice of men and women alike. It still made her spine straighten and tilt her head upwards in slightly challenge. “Only a woman experienced with stress can wear it so well.” Clara jested. She didn’t exactly brush off his comment but didn’t out right acknowledge it. A happy medium.

“Speaking of stress,” Clara mumbled under her breath. “The situations just has everyone really on edge. We’ve never really been in such a situation in a long time. Most of the campers here cannot remember life before the Golden Fleece protected us from the monsters outside the borders of camp. Perhaps we should ask Chiron or one of the older demigods what precautious they used to take before the Golden Fleece?” She mused out loud. Now that she was no longer stuffed like a sardine in a can in the Big House, her mind wandered from possibility to possibility. Although her head ache wasn’t making the task any easier.

Getting back on topic. “The down fall of the soviet union is the last thing we need to be compared to right now. An internal conflict along with an external conflict would just be the icing on the cake.” Clara said dryly. She shifted over to make some room for him on the rail next to her and eyed his Toblerone enviously. Clara turned her back to the rail to match the man’s pose and crossed her arms over her chest. She felt herself flush at his smile and fixated her eyes resolutely on the peeling paint of the Big House. “When I learn the answer to that question I will happily tell you. As of right now, I am just as lost as you.” Clara admitted guiltlessly. The exact same question crossed her mind several time ever since she learned that she was a demigod.

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Tagged;; Uriel Pavlovena
Others;; Hope Clara's reactions were worthwhile c:

Uriel Clement Pavlovena


22
Alone
Balalaika

Ares

Lies and Lavander (Isaac/Open) Aug 22, 2014 8:24:33 GMT -6

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Post by Uriel Clement Pavlovena on Aug 22, 2014 8:24:33 GMT -6

Her comment was enough to make Uriel smile, for a bit. The pretty redhead was indeed a pleasure to talk to. Uriel could see, as her speech was only complimented by the look of purity and innocence on her face. A true beauty, really. Just what Uriel's type is. The Russian shrugged his shoulder, and waved his toblerone bar in a seemingly nonchalant manner. "Da, da. Such situations we are in simply cannot be remedied in such a short amount of time. It requires a copious amount of effort and time from everyone involved. And, with teenagers leading your country to battle and politics, You are doomed to face struggles, indeed. One of your leaders might be upset that the other flirted with her boyfriend, and such a menial reason would be the cause for Camp to fall. A laughable, but an unfortunate reality." Uriel pointed the toblerone bar at her, noticing the envy within her eyes. He silently took another bar from his jacket; this time, a white chocolate one, before sliding it to her side. "A gift from a Comrade to a New Comrade. Let the wars of our young hearts be solved." He took another small bite on the toblerone and continued.

"To be honest, comrade, the boy drawing a blade would have been the most fruitful thing to happen in that situation. I can feel the venom and the tension between you people, obviously, you are under too much stress. Stress that can, interfere with your decision making. " It was true that Uriel found the Camp's methods of leadership to be extremely Archaic. And this was coming from a former Soviet Soldier. Uriel could see how the meritocracy worked around the Greek Camp, but he knew enough that a literal meritocracy could be arguably the worst type of rule. Granted, this was a camp for kids, it was a camp for soldiers, super-humans, demigods, son of the most powerful being on the very fragment of reality. Without proper leadership, their full potential can never be explored. Her next suggestion, however, caused Uriel to arch his brow.

"Before the Fleece? Well, Before the Fleece, according to the dossiers and the piles and piles of written manuscripts I have read from within the Vault of History within the Big House, Camp wasn't in any way protected. And instead, demigods roamed around it's borders and formed a Guard of sort, in charge of alerting the Inner Sanctum of Demigods when an attack occurred. Meaning, Camp did not have the advantage of a mythical object capable of completely protecting camp within an impenetrable field." He scratched his cheek and debated, before continuing. "And back then, the Demigods were trained like Greek Warriors. The strategy, bravery and strength of the Spartans and the immense discipline, innovative attitude, and architectural brilliance of the Athenians. Which, at this point in time, is unfortunately absent from our traits and qualities."

He sighed again, and gave a small shrug, leaning over the railing. "I disagree with us reverting back to those times, instead of re-discovering how the demigods survived back then, I would suggest instead that we ask Chiron for permission to do a mass-research, every single Athena Child, required to delve deeper into the research of artifacts in Greek Myths, before starting to search and cut down choices, till we get to one artifact that can replace the Fleece. And then, we can easily use the data gathered to track it down. " He spoke with such authenticity, as if he was a commanding officer, telling his subordinate his plans. "And after which, instead of sending demigods on a quest, we should instead send an entire force, an entire detachment. A fleet, perhaps, to claim the said artifact," He turned to her, his eyes staring right through her, as if trying to pull her soul from within.

"It is time for us to modernize, do you not think so? How many demigods died in quests, where Camp could send entire sections of soldiers instead? We must stop sending our brethren in quests, and start to treat said quests as operations, we are not medieval." He stopped speaking for a while, blinking. "Did I say too much, Clara? Perhaps I should not speak more of these."Well, that was a lie of course, Uriel knew that he already sowed the seeds of his ideas into her mind. And, since she was a very influential person, he could possibly use that to turn the tides of this conflict into their favors. The truth is, this conflict is not one to be solved by linear methods and such. This is the time where one demigod needs to make the stand, and do the terrible things that most demigods would label immoral. This is the time where the end justify the means. You cannot simply send a demigod on a quest, have them succeed, and live peacefully once more. Uriel could feel that this conflict would require the plotting, sabotage, and scheming on an epic proportion. He knew that the solution to this dilemma will not be seen by some in a good light, because this time, sacrifices will be made. And questionable deeds will be done for the benefit of the many, even when they have to sacrifice a few.

"Ah, but I do not wish to trouble you with such matters this lovely day." He continued, trying to take the heat of their discussion off for a moment, to perhaps lead her to believe that he's not here to plot. "I actually approached you well, because...I find you extremely attractive, and I would like to speak with your further, you know. Perhaps we might find something...interesting, within each other's personality." He grinned lightly, scanning her with his eyes, letting his eyes fixate on her chest a few moments more, before letting it gaze on her face again. "So? would you indulge me in this little "date"? We might even think of a solution to this little conflict."

Last Edit: Aug 22, 2014 8:30:04 GMT -6 by Uriel Clement Pavlovena

Adrian Lawley
Cabin Leader

App	Plotter
Eighteen
Single
Bee

Hades

Lies and Lavander (Isaac/Open) Aug 22, 2014 16:25:49 GMT -6

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Post by Adrian Lawley on Aug 22, 2014 16:25:49 GMT -6

It had been yet another pointless meeting about the lack of protection on the camp's borders. Cabin leaders squabbled like little children fighting over a toy. They could never resolve such issues and by now the topic had simply bored him. He had listened time and time again to cycles of arguments which would only end up at the same pace. In all honesty, Adrian didn't care how quickly the camps borders were restored. The amount of monsters that came into camp and attacked the demigods within it merely gave them a chance for further training. How could they expect to survive outside the camp borders if they couldn't even look after themselves here? It was pathetic. Nothing but. It was the best chance to put such skills into practice, demigods were stupid to ignore it. It was due to that very reason that they were all weak.

As the squabbling went on, Adrian noticed a figure in the corner of his eye. Calmly, the son of Hades turned his head into the direction. He didn't particularly care for what he was missing in the meeting by not listening. It was nothing new. This figure, however, was. He had leaned against a wall and watched quietly. Looking back at the meeting, Adrian decided to ignore it for now. It just meant the demigods out the front would perhaps get a scalding for it later. That and a replacement. Not that the other cabin leaders would let them. Some of them acted like parents to their cabin. They wouldn't agree. The frustration, rage and blame in the room was only increasing. It eventually ended with the beautiful Clara obviously hinting for the meeting to be ended. The redhead soon left and some of the other cabin leaders didn't take long to disperse either. Though having waited in there for a bit, Adrian got onto his feet, slipped his hands into his sleeves and started walking himself. It was better leaving after the other cabin leaders did. It was the best way to avoid pointless conversation about who got with who and who kissed who so quickly after a serious meeting. These demigods were weak-minded and it was just something that seriously annoyed Adrian. This all was just a waste of time, anyway. So much so that the demigod couldn't be bothered to contribute to such pointless matters he felt no need to put an end to just yet. He himself had taken advantage of the camp's weakened borders and honestly, it was something he enjoyed doing.

By the time the leader of the Hades cabin had left the Big House, he had come across two demigods still present on the porch. He was sure some were still left behind, though he hadn't thought they'd stopped just yet. Of course, he nearly slipped by them until he recognized the figure from earlier. The one that had entered the meeting quietly, listening to the rambles of the camp's leaders. To that, the demigod took a step back. It was Clara with this new character, and it seemed he was speaking with her. He was talking of research, a way to find what had formerly protected the camp. Expecting all children of Athena to undertake such a mission. This time Adrian just kept walking. It was just more ideas and more ramble about the border situation. Adrian knew he had reached the tail end of their conversation and this wasn't enough to keep him there, listening in to what they had to say. Eventually he came to a halt in his steps. Not only was this new character flirting, to an extent, with Clara, but he was clearly attempting to find a working solution to the problem Camp Half Blood was facing.

With a sigh, the son of Hades pivoted on his feet and made his way back to the two demigods on the porch. "It's worth remembering," he said clearly, so much so that he wasn't worried about claiming their attention, "that until such a solution can be found, weakened borders are advantageous to training schemes in camp." With a slight smirk sitting on his lips, he added, "of course, it isn't exactly good that demigods are dying left right and center, but until we can find a way to fix the borders, we are left to protect ourselves, and to do that efficiently, we need to be powerful enough." Though his words might sound like he cared about the situation, he merely cared about the aspect of power. Not the solution that could be found afterwards. His tone was still as cold and dry as it always was, it lacked emotion of any sort, as did the expression on his face. He merely looked the two over and shrugged. "Though it would be wise to look for protection as a whole, you need to work on training the children here into better soldiers. They'll only die otherwise." The word 'children' had been spoken with such disgust. It was how they were, though. Especially when they went on quests. It was almost pitiful to watch. Seeing weak, child demigods wander off on dangerous quests and wondering why they returned with less. He almost wanted to stop them, he could probably have easily just done it himself without trouble or injury. That was the advantage of power. Adrian could summon his own little army when he needed to, it was certainly one of his inherited powers that he was fortunate to have.
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OOC: Not sure if this is entirely IC, but idk. I'll go with it. I hope it's okay. xD <3 Again, it's not my best, so I do apologize. D:
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Tagged: Clara, Uriel, open.

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