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EVENT #2: HEARTS LIKE YOURS (ACHAMOTH)

Achamoth

A DEITY'S WELCOME

After only a day or two on the river, the newly christened Kenoma will arrive in the city of Achamoth. The architecture is the more striking things about it, as if its skyline has been built up and constantly improved over many centuries. It's clear from even the riverside view that there is an artistic tendency towards building humanoid shapes into the supports and detailing of structures here, creating the strange effect of placing hundreds of silhouettes in your peripheral vision. If you ask the sailors why its like that, they will simply say it's the way its always been. Any metaphorical seed was planted long before anyone here was born.

The Citadel can be seen even from the entrance of the city, a towering spiral that looms over the rest of the land around it, lit from within by various magical energies. That's your destination, you are told. Soon, you will be passed into the care of the Citadel's staff, and will be sure to meet with city's elites not long after.

They aren't wrong. When you show up at the port closest to the Citadel, the street are always lined with people waiting to greet you. It's easy to recognize now how diverse the population of Horos can be, with many of those waiting showing off unusual heights, colors, and appendages, though appearances that are typically 'human' are still the most common. Most of them wear dark outfits with a gothic flare, with mask-like facial adornments apparently being fashionable. They cheer and chant as you come down from the boat, tossing flower petals and small gemstones onto the path you walk upon. This continues all the way to the Citadel.

Once you are inside, up winding paths of stairs, you will be shown to your new quarters to rest. You're each assigned a lavish bedroom with servants stopping by ever so often, offering to bring you food, clothing, or other items of comfort. There are a variety of soaps in your room's private bath. You are told that if you take a liking to any individual servant that you may claim them as your permanent retainer, though you are not required to. Their dispositions range from euphoric to be serving you to quiet and shy, but there is a notable lack of resentment.

After about a day of rest, you will be brought an official invitation by one of the servants. Apparently, the Regent has requested your presence for supper that evening. It is not optional.

THE FEAST

A few hours before suppertime, one of the servants will arrive to take you 'clothes shopping' for something appropriately formal to wears for your meeting with the Regent. In practice, this means taking you to one of several changing rooms filled with costly formal wear. The styles and sizes are diverse, which makes sense when you are informed that they are a collection of offerings from local weavers and seamstresses, some of which have been waiting for an owner for quite some time. From an Earthly point of view, there is a wide spectrum of cultural aesthetics, though most of them lean towards the same dark colors and gothic sensibilities that you saw the citizens of Achamoth wearing. Headpieces and artistic masks are plentiful, but not mandatory though the servant will tell you they are in vogue. A servant will be able to make alterations to your clothing with magic to achieve a proper fit.

After that, you have a couple more hours to prepare before you are invited to a lounge-like area for pre-meal drinks. You can get almost any kind of cocktail you can imagine, including some you can't, and will be allowed to chat each other up for about an hour before the feast begins. Some small appetizers are available, and soft, rhythmic music plays in the background. If you look for her, Xishen is present as well, dressed in a black evening gown with golden accents that flicker like stars in the night sky, her long hair pinned up into a messy bun and decorated with hair-sticks. As usual, she seems to be avoiding company for the moment, though she is keeping an eye on everyone. Perhaps she's counting heads to make sure there are no stragglers.

When the time arrives, two huge doors are opened, leading you into a room that looks like a mixture of a dining room and a cathedral. Ahead of you, three long takes are connected together in the shape of a triangle, with a large throne positioned at the point furthest into the room; it is presently empty. You'll be instructed to take a seat, basking in the multicolored flames of the candles and torches lighting the room. As you find your places, all seats will be filled except for the throne up front, with Xishen at its side. All you can do now is await your host.

[Mealtime interactions with the Regent can be threaded here. They will arrive right after the first course has been served.]

EXPLORATION

Having survived supper with the Regent, the next few weeks are essentially yours to plan. Though the Regent indicates that there is work for you to do on the Horizon, for now your orders are to simply rest and prepare. You'll have access to the Citadel's armory to acquire any basic armor or weaponry you could need; though none of what's on offer seems to be enchanted, it is undoubtedly the work of a master. Clothing is much the same as it was for the formal wear you picked out, though you will find there are more practical offerings available as well. If you don't find anything to your tastes, you are also welcome to go out on the town with a generous allowance from the Regent's own coffers.

Clothing isn't the only thing you can get out in the city, though. While there are material goods of many kinds available, the most tempting thing for many residents is the raw hedonism of the city's entertainment district. It has just about anything you could imagine, from day spas to gambling to brothels, and none of it is contained by the burden of law. Any Achamite entertainment seen as too intense to face daylight would certainly not be for the faint of heart.

The locals haven't had enough time to recognize the city's new Aions on sight, but if they see your shard or or any other sign of your status, you are bound to attract a lot of attention. You're a celebrity in these streets, and while it can get you plenty of favors or even unsolicited offerings, it can also be quite overwhelming. In many cases, Achamite's religious fervor exceeds their survival instinct, at least in terms of the ones most likely to bother you. They will back off if threatened by you, but they will take politeness as an invitation to continue.

When leaving the Citadel, a servant will usually try to accompany you, though they will stay behind if you order them to do so. They insist that it will be easier for you to get around with a dedicated guide, but in the end you're the one in charge.

QUESTIONS

How does my character picking a retainer work?
All Kenoma are offered the opportunity to take on an NPC retainer after arriving at the Citadel. This retainer will be an NPC created and played by you. They will be available day and night to attend to your character's needs. These servants understand the Regent largely from a religious perspective and will not have any outspoken anti-Regent sentiments, though they may or may not be nervous about their new master. Generally speaking, though, this is in a new job jitters sort of way, as working in the Citadel is considered to be a job of great cultural and religious significance. They want to do a good job! You are free to develop your retainer's personality and relationship with your character. If your character (or you) are not interested in having a personal retainer, they will instead be served by a rotation of unattached servants.

How much money are Kenomas given for shopping?
They will be given an emerald's worth in jools, which is 1000 units. This is about how much a minimum wage worker makes in two months. They will continue receiving spending money on a monthly basis, though the Citadel itself will take care of all of their needs. On an OOC level its safe to say that average city expenditures will be covered by the money they are given, though they are welcome to invest that money in making more money if they have to skills to do so.

What sorts of things are there in the entertainment district? Is anything illegal?
Almost everything is legal in Achamoth when it comes to entertainment, and there is not much government oversight in the way anything is run. This means that most 'entertainment' you can imagine is both present and largely unregulated, and it doesn't need to be underground on account of how permissive Achamite law is. Brothels, drugs, and even bloodsport are all fair game... technically, participants in brothels and bloodsports must be willing but that 'consent' can be pretty nebulous. 'Extreme' bloodsport is generally hush hush (those that are particularly graphic and unpleasant, or basically torture) and behind closed doors mostly just to avoid causing a fuss.

The one thing there is official rulings on, straight from the Regent, is the enforcement of 'age of consent' and laws against child abuse. Children are generally not allowed to participate in those skeevier activities and there is a cultural expectation for people to raise their children properly, though this still goes wrong fairly frequently. It's just one of the things that is actually punished. Adults, however, have fewer innate protections.

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[ Muffled, scratching footsteps interrupt the deafening late night quiet of the hallway a few minutes after Matt slumps against the wall. As the sound gets closer, it's accompanied by a soft ruffling sound, almost like sheets of paper being shuffled against each other, but even softer than that. Then, suddenly, an imposing black figure is appears in the hallway corridor. It's clearly Howl, but not the Howl who shrinked in fear when the Regent addressed him at dinner. This is a feathered Howl, closer in appearance to the form he took when fighting Childe. Although his body lacks the contortions it undertook on that day in the chamber, hundreds of iridescent black feathers cover both his exposed skin and sprout from the surface of his clothing. He's in the middle of transforming back to normal — an especially exhausting and painful process ever since he arrived in this world — and he believed it safe to start doing so on his walk back up to his room, without anyone seeing him.

But, Matt is there. A dozen yards away, leaning strangely against the wall. Howl stops and stares at him, thinking at first that he's ruined his chance at privacy and will have to answer troublesome questions now, and then realizing that something is... not quite right with the other wizard, which changes his attitude fast. ]

...Matt? [ frowning, he looks him up and down. He can't see the bruises on his neck from here. ] Are you alright?

[ At his name, Matt's eyes snap open. ]

... Howl?

[ There'd been a lot going on in the cavern, and Matt especially was busy getting stabbed and choked (non-recreationally). Seeing Howl now, though, there's a sort of familiarity to his silhouette--almost like Matt's dreaming, or else remembering a dream. Even in the darkness of the hallway, there's enough light to catch on the feathers, making them gleam as they rustle. It's beautiful, if disorienting. ]

Yeah. I'm fine. [ Though he's shifted into high-alert, high-curiosity mode, Matt can't fully shake the languor from his body, nor the sleepy satiation from his voice. He shuffles himself to a more straight-backed position. ] Are you ... do you need any help?

[ Ah, right. There's the first if those questions he'd been hoping to avoid. But — he can hear the genuine concern in Matt's voice, and that keeps it from being bothersome. Matt is probably the best person to have seen him like this, all things considered.

Howl paces to Matt's side, content to have a short late night conversation with him before returning to his quarters. Then he sees the marks on his neck, though, and pauses. ]

...no, I'm fine. [ The wings on his back rustle with unease. ] Are you alright? Are you sure?

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[ Matt's much more preoccupied with Howl's appearance than his own, and so he doesn't really register how he's being regarded. If he were clocking it a little better, he might try to be more circumspect. Coyer. He's not a kiss-and-tell kind of person, really.

Instead, Matt smiles at him. Not as sunny as he'd looked when he first exited the cavern, when he'd accepted Kenoma and gotten his powers back, but definitely easier than Howl's seen him at any point since the big fight. ]

Yeah, [ he sighs. ] I'm really good, actually. [ After a beat, he adds, ] I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. Or um, be weird, about.

[ Matt's still got his mask in one hand. The other gestures idly, fingers fluttering in a way that's meant to evoke the concept of feathers. ]

You surprised me.

[ As Howl listens to Matt's answer, the sharp slicing sensation of feathers trying to shrink back inside him makes him wince. In order for this transformation to fully dissipate, he needs to sit down and rest. He can't do that out here — but he can't leave Matt alone either, even if he looks and sounds strangely happy for someone with fresh injuries on his neck. ]

I apologize. [ He looks away, towards the door of his quarters. ] I was not expecting anyone to still be awake at this hour.

[ Perhaps Matt had been thinking the same thing. After another contemplative pause, Howl shuffles towards his door, shedding dozens of feathers as he walks. He fishes out his key, turns the lock, and looks back to Matt. ]

...Would you like to come in? [ Even as he's asking, Howl seems distant, but he continues. ] A cup of tea before bed helps to soothe the stomach and the mind.

[ There's a piece of Matt that almost wants to reach down and collect one of the feathers, just to see if it'd melt in his fingers. Or if he'd learn--something--from it, though he doesn't know what.

Instead, he nods, stepping closer. If he had any hesitations about accepting Howl's invitation, they vanish once he gets near enough to catch the strain on his face. Howl said he was okay, and coming from a world that included lycanthropes, Matt's not unfamiliar with this type of physical transformation. But he looks like he's in pain. ]

Tea sounds really nice, [ Matt says, ] thanks. [ With a small smile, he adds, ] I didn't know we were hallway neighbors. But I guess I'm still finding my way around.

[ In spite of his physical discomfort, Howl smiles back. Matt is strangely endearing; typically Howl does not get along with other wizards. Of course, being from another world, he really isn't one of those other wizards.

Howl opens the door and gestures Matt inside. They've only been here two days, but Howl's quarters can already be described as messy. The dressing table beside the vanity is piled high with clothes, some still folded neatly and some haphazardly crumpled in half. More discarded clothes litter the floor throughout the room, evidence of how carefully Howl had picked his dinner attire. Howl's desk has two towering stacks of library books pushed to one side, making room for three open books laying on top of one another and an assortment of letter-writing supplies. Both beside tables have dirty dishes strewn beside more open books. Even the windowsills already have a few candles, sparkling rocks and knick-knacks obscuring the view outside.

Howl shuffles towards a cushioned armchair, already seeming to deflate in the relative privacy of his room. He flops into it heavily, the movement whittling more feathers off of his body. ]

...Would you mind? [ He raises one pointed finger towards a servant's pushcart, where a teapot and set of cups sits. ] Bring it here?

[ Matt's not exactly a neat freak. His spaces are prone to clutter and sprawling projects, and he's already started accumulating books in his own room. But Howl is on another level. This place looks like it's been lived in for years.

Most of Matt's concern remains with Howl, but his eyes land briefly on the windowsill and pile of clothes, then more lingeringly on the books. Matt wonders if Howl's selections contain the same sharp-edged philosophy as the ones he's managed to find.

He snaps to attention at Howl's gesture. ]

Oh--of course.

[ Matt steps neatly around a fallen garment to take hold of the cart, which ... given the state of the room, doesn't have the clearest path to Howl. He focuses on the floor for a moment, then sucks in a breath. The items in the way lift themselves into the air, floating out of the cart's path as Matt pushes it forward. They slump back onto the floor in his wake, and Matt flashes Howl a breathless smile. ]

I can boil the water too, if you want.

[ At this distance, the marks on his neck are more vivid. They don't go all the way around his throat--the shard embedded on the left side of his neck would make that pretty challenging--but the imprints of several fingers are clearly visible. ]

[ Howl is mostly busy kneading his temples with his fingers as Matt maneuvers his pushcart into place, but he catches a glance of his clothes briefly floating in the air. So, he really is a wizard, then — not that Howl had any reason to doubt him thus far, but proof makes an impression.

Wincing again, his arms drop to sprawl limply on the armrests of his chair. He eyes the cart, then Matt, then those increasingly noticable marks on his neck. ]

If you like. [ pointing vaguely ] What's all that? Something happen?

[ Matt can't help a slight wince as Howl rubs his temples. All the more reason to get this water heated up quickly, he thinks--though he's barely picked up the handsomely wrought metal pot when Howl points towards his throat. For a second, Matt's about to say just the condensation of my essence, I guess, don't you have one?

Then he realizes what Howl probably more likely means. He smiles, in a caught out sort of way. ]

Something did happen, [ he allows. There's no really elegant way to heat the water in the current setup, so Matt makes do: levitating the pot into the air and starting an itty bitty fire underneath it. Once again his breath catches; a slight flush comes over his face, like he's just been kissed. ] All good, though. Fully consensual. [ His lips twitch. ] Does it look, like, alarming? I haven't checked a mirror yet.

[ There's a pause as Howl processes this information.

Oh. Oh... really?

He would not have guessed Matt to be into that sort of thing. Of course, it's not fair to picture people as being certain "types", and Howl knows that. But as he watches him heat the kettle, he gets the feeling there's... something more to it than that. ]

It alarmed me, for what it's worth, but perhaps they're more noticeable when they're fresh. You'd be the one to know that, not —

[ His words cut off as a new wave of searing pain hits him. The feathers covering his clothing strain and creak, like stiff leather being twisted, as they visibly start to retract. It feels like hundreds of needle points pressing into the skin underneath. ]

[ Howl is totally valid, Matt looks like he works at an independent bookstore. And yeah, those are statistically some of the kinkiest people out there, but you never guess they're gonna be. ]

Oh, well, I didn't, [ Matt begins sheepishly--but before he can go any further, Howl's whole bearing changes. Matt's eyes flicker to follow the movement of the feathers, the crrreak as they shrink away. To him, it sounds almost like branches whipping in a storm. Or maybe it's the room that feels like a storm, centered on Howl's body. Barometric freefall under his skin. ]

Howl. [ Faint. The teapot wobbles in the air. ] Can I help?

[ There's nothing Matt can do, as far as Howl knows. The painful dissipation of the transformation spell is part of the cost of casting it. It's why so many royal wizards linger in altered forms for much longer than they should, risking damage to their psyche and sense of self. As much as Howl avoids benign discomforts and inconveniences, this is one thing he knows he cannot avoid or delay. The possible ramifications are too great. ]

No. [ With his eyes squeezed shut, he inhales and exhales slowly and deeply. The feathers on his arms have almost completely receded now. The feathers on his large black wings are fluttering to the floor like dead leaves, leaving nothing behind in their place, as if the wings were made entirely of feathers. ]

What... were you going to say? [ Squinting his eyes open, he smiles painfully at Matt. ] I can help with the tea... if you need it.

No, no, [ Matt assures him briskly, his brow furrowed in concern. ] I can handle it.

[ It's miserable to see Howl in pain and not be able to help. Matt hasn't felt like this since the cavern, when he knew everyone else felt as awful as he did, but was too immobilized by seasickness to do anything about it--not that he could have done much without his magic.

Keeping an eye on the levitating teapot and its attendant flame, Matt kneels down by the arm of Howl's chair and reaches gingerly towards his hand. It looks decently de-feathered to him. Matt's not sure touch will be reassuring at all, so he doesn't close the distance between them. But he's here if Howl thinks it'll help. ]

I was going to say ... I didn't mean to scare you. And I'm totally fine, for the record. [ His lips twitch. ] I kinda got the impression that they were nervous about doing breathplay with an Aion, even though we're supposed to be hard to kill.

[ The pain having hit its peak, Howl feels it slowly beginning to subside. As he watches Matt kneel beside him and reach out to offer comfort, he sighs softly and turns his hand palm up to accept it. His skin is worryingly cold. ]

Perhaps they did not want to do anything that could be construed as disrespect... or intentional violence.

[ Or, maybe not. From what he's seen and been told so far, this city has a unique concept of entertainment, so who knows.

Howl's eyes close shut again as the piercing sensation starts to rise again, this time across his torso instead of his limbs. ]

At any rate... you've found talent that you can call on, when you are desiring of it. [ He might not have any interest in that kink himself, but that doesn't mean he doesn't get it in a more general sense. The statement is accompanied by another smile. ] I went out myself tonight to explore. Not looking for anything specifically, like you were, but just to see the city for myself - from above. You're seeing the aftermath.

[ As much pain as Howl's in, Matt can't help feeling relieved that he found a way to offer some kind of appropriate comfort. He twines their fingers together, surprised for a moment by the chill of Howl's hand. He's tempted to rub the cold from Howl's fingers, but he figures--focus on the tea.

His agreeing hmms at Howl's assessment of his kink opportunities trail away into something more fascinated when he mentions seeing the city "from above." More attentive. ]

You were a bird?

[ Lycanthropes are the only -thropes Matt's aware of on his home world, and shifting between shapes is a much briefer process for them. Less painful, too. As for spells to transfigure a human body to an animal one, he's only heard rumors about that kind of thing. Stories and debunked viral videos. ]

Mmm. Something akin to a bird, yes.

[ The confirmation comes with a soft chuckle — what would his old teacher Madame Suliman say, hearing Howl's demon-powered transformation be compared to a simple bird transfiguration? — but the chuckle falls off quickly as Howl focuses his attention to enduring the rest of the pain. His fingers press into Matt's hand, not squeezing, but more like he's trying to anchor himself. The feathers shift in color to match that of Howl's dinner attire as the shrink and recede, and finally, the spell has finished dissipating.

Howl sighs out a deep breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding in. When he opens his eyes, he's still smiling. ]

...There. Good as new.

[ Matt's breath catches slightly at the pressure of Howl's fingers. A moment later, he exhales--slower than his breath in, more controlled. He pictures the energy of the breath, the ease of it, flowing through his limbs and into Howl's.

Then Howl sighs. His eyes open. Matt sighs along with him, even before he processes what he's said. ]

Oh ... [ Matt's eyes skim over him, looking for signs of feathers, but he's right: they're all gone now. He smiles. ] Good. Great.

[ He glances up to the teapot. When he focuses on just the fire and the water, without the distraction of Howl's condition, he can just discern the sound of bubbling. Matt gives Howl's hand one last quick squeeze, and lets go. ]

Your timing is impeccable. [ Matt slants a small grin Howl's way. He extinguishes the flame with a soft whoof, letting the teapot descend back to its place on the cart. ] I think that's ready.

[ Howl watches their hands as Matt pulls away, musing silently to himself. Did something... happen, just now? Or perhaps it was just his imagination making sense of this rare and somewhat humbling situation, with another person watching his transformation dissipate. Another wizard, yes, but another person nonetheless. He'd normally only let Calcifer see him like this. Now that it's over, Howl finds that he is not so humiliated as he would normally feel, as he'd expect to feel.

Glancing back up to Matt, he sits forward in his chair and rolls his shoulders, testing the return of his normal body. ]

Ah, grand. If you're pouring, then I'll take a cup, please. Three sugars, no milk.

[ With another small smile, Matt says, ] I can pour.

[ He does Howl's first, dropping three sugars into his teacup with the kind of easy precision that comes from years of handling ritualistic fiddly pieces. Then Matt pours his own--neither sugar nor milk for him--and, with no immediately better option in sight, he settles lightly on the edge of Howl's bed.

For a moment, he inhales, breathing in the tea's steam. ]

I've heard of magic users turning themselves into animals, [ he says after a moment, ] but as far as I know, it's either ... impossible, or a pretty closely guarded secret. I don't know how I'd even begin.

Hm. Not much of that sort of magic where you're from, then?

[ Truthfully, there isn't much of it in Ingary either — as far as the average person goes. But Howl's bubble is all wizards and demon contracts and powerful spells being used left and right. It ends up feeling a bit less rare to him than it really is.

Howl takes a long sip of his tea, seeming to enjoy the fact that it's nearly too hot to drink. ]

What sort of magic is common in your world? Elemental, healing? [ sidestepping for the moment the topic of Howl's transformation. ]

[ Matt hums thoughtfully. ]

Well, magic in general isn't all that common. It's kind of a minority talent. There aren't great estimates about how many magic users there actually are ...? But for what it's worth, it's supposed to be more than redheads, less than lefthanded people.

[ Or, you know. It was! ]

Anyway, there's the stereotypes about magic, ruining people's crops and giving them bad luck and making them sick. [ All of which Matt technically knows how to do, though he never has. ] It's what you hear about, but I don't think most people do it. The things I think more people actually practice are like kitchen magic, basically herbalism--some healing for sure, often overlapping with folk remedies. And abjuration: creating protected spaces, warding against bad energy, that kind of thing. I know people manipulate luck, but it's usually to make themselves luckier.

As far as I know, that is. I haven't gotten to talk in-depth with too many magic users, and even then, you know, it's anecdotal.

[ What Matt describes is not so different from Howl's world. Actually, it's shockingly similar — although when he says that he hasn't spoken to many other magicians, that in particular feels very different. For as many people who practice 'kitchen magic,' as he put it, the magic-using community has become very formalized and bureaucratized in Ingary, the country Howl hails from. ]

Curious. It sounds like I'm quite privileged to be able to speak to you about your own practice, then. [ Howl smiles. ] The community, if you can call it that, in my world sounds quite different. I studied at a sorcerer's academy during my youth — one which was formally funded and endorsed by the King. In order to graduate, I had to take an oath to serve him when called upon. Quite a different situation than what I'm sensing about you.

Oh--did you want me to talk about my practice specifically?

[ Matt smiles, a hint of mischief in it. He feels like they may not know each other well enough yet for the full picture, though Matt did share some of his proclivities with Howl this evening and Howl was chill.

He'll cross that bridge if they get to it. Right now, the phrase "sorcerer's academy" is burning a hole in his brain. Matt's eyes light with immediate fascination, almost a yearning. ]

I would have loved to study magic formally, [ he sighs. His nose wrinkles briefly. ] I mean, I'm not sure about swearing fealty to a king. That feels like putting your name on a government registry. [ Who's gonna tell Matt who he works for ...? ] But I feel like I could have developed so much further if I'd had ... something like that, a degree program.

I would be curious to hear about it, of course. The study of magic is a lifelong endeavor — more a way of life, if you ask me. I don't think you need a formal education, per se... an apprenticeship is probably the best way to learn, but much of practicing magic comes from tapping into one's own power and experiences. The most powerful mages find their power on their own.

[ Or by contracting with a fire demon, but Howl will leave that part out. He has his own secrets that aren't for anyone but his closest confidants. Without missing a beat, Howl gestures at the teapot; it floats over to refill his cup and then turns in Matt's direction as Howl wordlessly offers him more. ]

...which is why I did not feel comfortable with swearing fealty to anyone. I've seen so many wizards destroy themselves in service to a vain and uncaring throne. [ he scoffs slightly and glances down at the feathers still littering the ground around his chair. ] If you thought that was a bit much, it's nothing compared to what would have been demanded of me if I'd honored my oath.

EVENT #2: HEARTS LIKE YOURS (ACHAMOTH)

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