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Feb 17, 2019 19:29:31 GMT -5 |
Post by Dorian Farseer on Feb 17, 2019 19:29:31 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","pirate-cover2"] [attr="class","pirate-cover"] | [attr="class","pirate-tri"] [attr="class","pirate-tri2"] [attr="class","pirate-content"] [attr="class","pirate-content2"] Some herbs were far too expensive to simply just buy. Mainly because of the work, time and dangers involved. Spring had just arrived which meant many herbs would just be starting to grow. Watered by the melting snow of the season prior. It may come as a surprise but many herbs were actually winter hardy. [break][break] Though most of them were cooking herbs more than medicinal. They still had their usefulness in medicine though. Many would help with stomach ailments his pokemon couldn't cure. They were well trained to deal with wounds and poisoning but they still couldn't cure illness. It's what kept him on his toes and prevented him from relying on his pokemon entirely. [break][break] Dorian frowned as he spotted a familiar plant. The sweet flag was great for treating fleas on pokemon. Yet this one had only begun sprouting. Pulling the leaves and roots now would be counterproductive. With that in mind he looked to his map making a small scratch around the area he was in. [break][break] Keeping track of the plants would allow him to return and continue to harvest them. It would save him money even if it didn't exactly save time. He continued onwards looking around for more familiar plants. Ninety-four have been denoted in books and there was quite possibly a lot more no one had discovered yet. [break][break] A small yellow flower caught his eye. He closed the distance within moments vaguely recognizing it. It wasn't til he plucked the bud that he got a sweet almond-like scent. Meadowsweet; it was great for treating gout and fevers. It was a wildflower that grew quickly and in large areas. It was time to get to work. [break][break] No more than eight roots he told himself. He didn't want the plants to become rarer for the next year. Moderation was key to preserving and ensuring that the plants needed in medicine would continue to be there. [break][break] [break][break] | [attr="class","pirate-liner"] [attr="class","pirate-big"]死になる [attr="class","pirate-small"]I fear not even death. [attr="class","pirate-img"] |
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Post by Brenne Orvar on Feb 19, 2019 20:13:02 GMT -5
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A noble woman, laden with the finest of jewels and silks and coin, had sent a missive to Brenne with a simple job attached. She wanted the scales of an Arbok, for the vivid purples and reds would look lovely as a bag for her collection. The lady was a part of a family that had hired the Orvar tribe in the past many a times, and each completed task gave a hefty reward in return. It was a good business deal that they had with that family, for they were too proper to get themselves dirty and the Orvar tribe had no qualms with such tasks. It was supposed to be a simple job. Brenne had done much harder chores before, had risked her very life in quests whose difficulty dwarfed this particular request.
But she had gotten careless, and she was bitten as a result.
Brenne had been the victim of several wounds throughout her moderately young life, suffering anything from the sting of a Cacturn's nettles to the burning of a Pyroar's claws, but out of all the injuries she has acquired throughout the years her least favorite to deal with were definitely the fangs of an Arbok.
Sweat dripped down the huntress' face as she gripped her wrapped forearm with white knuckles, the bandages oozing a dark crimson. With a muttered curse, Brenne trudged on, Decium trailing right behind her.
The Dartrix seemed indifferent to the situation, keeping his naturally narrowed eyes out as he watched their surroundings with an almost lackadaisical neutrality. But with the straining tension of his muscles, the twitching of his feathers, the subtle glancing towards his partner, it was obvious to those familiar with the owl that he was positively beside himself with worry.
And he was right to be, because it was getting harder and harder for Brenne to put one foot in front of the other. A blackness was creeping at the corners of her vision, the ground seemed to be spinning, and blood kept dripping from her wounded right arm. Gods, what was that plant called again? She could remember her brother telling her of... something that would help stop the spreading of the burning poison through her veins that happened to grow in the wetlands. Sweet-something. Sweet drag? Gods above, she couldn't remember. Not that it would help right now, because her vision was getting blurrier by the second. Brenne was pretty sure that even if she could recall what it looked like, she definitely wouldn't be able to see it.
"Fuck."
This was highly unpleasant, and this whole situation just downright sucked in general. She needed help. Someone, she didn't care who. Anyone, she was rather desperate at the moment.
And speak of the devil, she could make out a figure not to far away.
"Hello?" Her ruined voice called, trembling ever so slightly as the effort to speak left her woozy, "Could you h-"
Ah. Now seemed to be the perfect time for a quick nap.
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Feb 19, 2019 23:27:47 GMT -5 |
Post by Dorian Farseer on Feb 19, 2019 23:27:47 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","pirate-cover2"] [attr="class","pirate-cover"] | [attr="class","pirate-tri"] [attr="class","pirate-tri2"] [attr="class","pirate-content"] [attr="class","pirate-content2"] Dorian had been content to pick the leaves and taking only a few roots. He did enjoy the scent of the flowers though and made a note on chewing on one of them. It wasn't nearly as tasty as it smelled but it was pleasant enough. [break][break] His body stiffened as he heard something. Words, though slurred and not very loud. His attention turned when he heard the bird squawk. A red-haired woman on the ground several feet away. [break][break] Dorian stood and approached quickly. He pressed his fingers into her neck before feeling her head. She was warm to the touch which meant fever. His eyes roamed downward noticing the bloody bandage on her arm. The source? Quite possibly and he was quick to unwrap it. [break][break] The bandage stuck just a bit but when pulled away it revealed two wounds. The area around them swollen, purple with blood build-up and leaking fluid. There were several poisonous pokemon out there and each one's poison was slightly different. This would call for his full team. He rolled her over onto her back before releasing all three of his healing pokemon. [break][break] "Polly, make some ice. Tuck with me," Dorian said pulling out his knife. He sliced the area between the two holes. Yes it would cause more bleeding but the key was to remove the poison as much as possible. [break][break] Cher made a point to go into her trainers bag to look for some premade medicine without prompt. The politoad made a ball of ice between her paws and held it on her head. Tuck waited patiently for his turn. [break][break] "Alright Tuck," Dorian said after squeezing the wound some. The lickitung approached then wrapped his tongue around the wound applying pressure. Never mind the chance of poisoning him. He had a natural resistance to most ailments. [break][break] "Cher," the cherrim bobbled over with a small vial of dust. Which was actually finely crushed herbs. [break][break] "Thank you," he reached for the flask of water at his hip then the vial. He would need a bowl as well and as much as Cher liked to help she was too small. He stood back up rummaging through his bag for the bowl. He mixed the water and herbs together within it. [break][break] He returned to her side within moments and held it to her lips. It would take a while to get into her system. So he would have to watch over her for a bit. His eye's wandered to her pokemon. [break][break] "She'll be alright," he reassured as he leaned back. He looked to Tuck after a moment to check on her wound. He hadn't healed it up yet for one reason. In the event, some poison lingered around the wound he wanted to be able to take it out. [break][break] Naive people may think its all about the blood system but it wasn't. Poison lingered in the muscles and on the skin eating away at them. Even nerve endings were not immune to the attack. No, it took a lot more time to treat poisoning than one may think. [break][break] [break][break] Brenne Orvar | [attr="class","pirate-liner"] [attr="class","pirate-big"]死になる [attr="class","pirate-small"]I fear not even death. [attr="class","pirate-img"] |
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Feb 20, 2019 0:31:24 GMT -5 |
Post by Brenne Orvar on Feb 20, 2019 0:31:24 GMT -5
[attr="class","snailhouse"] [attr="class","Chromeleft"] [attr="class","Chromeleftoverlay"] [attr="class","NOSTALGIA"] [attr="class","Chromeright"] [attr="class","Chromeoverlay"] [attr="class","lemonsoda"] [attr="class","puppycat"]doctor doctor, gimme the news Decium watched the human approach with haste, feathers bristling as the scarred male touched his Huntress. The Dartrix let out a low warning keen in the back of his throat, red pupils glowing through his naturally squinted lids. The tension within the owl tripled with each Pokemon released, letting a sharp breath out through the nostrils in his beak.
Though, as it became rapidly more and more clear that the man and his partners weren't hurting his Huntress, the feathers slowly began to smooth. Narrowed eyes still watched with a critical gaze, the energy thrumming through his body begging to be released at even the slightest hint otherwise. But it didn't happen, and the stranger tended to his fallen Trainer with a practiced ease.
When the man spoke to him, giving reassurances that his Huntress would be fine, Decium simply huffed and looked away as if unbothered by the news. Though he couldn't quite keep the feathers around his neck fluffing with a relieved pleasure, or his feet from shuffling just that much closer to his partner. And as the minutes passed, the owl continuously took minuscule step after tiny shuffle closer and closer to her as he watched over the marshlands, making sure no more dastardly Arbok came close again.
Brenne slowly came back from the black void of unconsciousness as those minutes ticked on, letting out a low, strained groan as her eyes twitched beneath their lids. Her mind felt sluggish, a dull pounding in her skull and a noticeable ringing in her ears, her senses dulled. Gods, she hated this. Hated the weakness she was showing at the moment, and how vulnerable it made he-
Her arm was restrained.
It felt like a thick, flat rope. ... A very wet rope. Muscles tensing, jaw clenching, Brenne readied herself to jump up and strike back at whoever dared to try and contain her, adrenaline flooding her system before she forced herself to stop. No. Wait. Think. The last thing she remembered was calling out to a person, asking them for help.
One of her eyes cracked open, blinking from the harsh light of day as her vision slowly adjusted. Oh, gods. Seeing a Lickitung's tounge wrapped around her injury was just... Just delightful. It was a very good thing that she had a gag-reflex made of steel. Glancing around as much as her one opened eye allowed, the tension ever so slowly drained when she noticed Decium, and then the sitting male figure. Ah, so that's who it was.
"Thank you..." she murmured, voice rougher even more than usual and more quiet than she had anticipated. Attempting to clear her throat, she winced as her arm throbbed. "Name?" Brenne managed to croak out, frowning ever-so-slightly at the uncontrollable trembling of her voice.
Gods above, she was so pathetic.
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Feb 20, 2019 7:31:35 GMT -5 |
Post by Dorian Farseer on Feb 20, 2019 7:31:35 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","pirate-cover2"] [attr="class","pirate-cover"] | [attr="class","pirate-tri"] [attr="class","pirate-tri2"] [attr="class","pirate-content"] [attr="class","pirate-content2"] The ice slowly melted a bit over time and eventually, the politoad removed it. It wouldn't do her good to get her too cold. The politoad sat back on her legs looking to the Dartrix. It's pretend toughness not lost on the keen female. Her eye's returned to the human at the faintest sign of movement. She was stirring from her poison stricken state. [break][break] "Dorian," Dorian responded as she came to. His hand reaching for his flask once more to hold to her lips. The water should help with some of the hoarseness. Given the fact she was stirring it meant the antidote was working and most the poison would be gone from her system within the day. [break][break] "It'll take a few days to feel right again. Between blood loss and the poison attacking your system you will feel fatigued. It also isn't uncommon for the time to run together," he said full doctor mode. He spent too much time with the common folk. [break][break] "Cher," Dorian said looking to the Cherrim. The small pink pokemon scurried over beside Tuck who released her arm. It didn't look any worse than before assuring him that no lingering poison remained. What bit was left of the flask he poured over her wound then nodded. [break][break] A gentle pulse came from Cher's hands. "Stay still," Dorian instructed hand lightly on her shoulder. "You either have bad luck or good luck. Getting bitten within reach of a doctor."[break][break] It was always amazing to see a wound rebuild itself before his eyes. The muscles twitching and regrowing and the skin coming together in harmony to make up the human body. The skin where she had healed her was new, fresh and thus whiter than the rest as blood renewed pumping through it. The skin yet to be kissed by the sun. [break][break] "You have nothing to worry about," Dorian said releasing her shoulder. Finally remembering he hadn't got her name. "What's your name?"[break][break] [break][break] Brenne Orvar | [attr="class","pirate-liner"] [attr="class","pirate-big"]死になる [attr="class","pirate-small"]I fear not even death. [attr="class","pirate-img"] |
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Feb 20, 2019 21:22:14 GMT -5 |
Post by Brenne Orvar on Feb 20, 2019 21:22:14 GMT -5
[attr="class","snailhouse"] [attr="class","Chromeleft"] [attr="class","Chromeleftoverlay"] [attr="class","NOSTALGIA"] [attr="class","Chromeright"] [attr="class","Chromeoverlay"] [attr="class","lemonsoda"] [attr="class","puppycat"]near death experiences tend to make people talk Brenne let out a thoughtful hum as she watched the tongue release her arm. It always felt so strange, her skin knitting itself back together under the influence of a Pokemon's healing energy. Her body was positively littered with similar scars, ranging from the small and nearly completely faded to the all encompassing burns that licked along her arms. It was strangely numb as the Cherrim healed her, yet oddly itchy at the same time.
"It was a foolishness on my part." She muttered with a sigh, her good hand reaching up, threading fingers through her knotted red hair. "I was hired to hunt an Arbok. I was too confident, and in that confidence I made a mistake."
Glancing at the man- Dorian, he said- she gave him a thankful nod. "I appreciate you helping me." Her grey eyes turned towards the sky, figuring she should probably stay on the ground for the time being. "This isn't the first time I have been poisoned, and likely shall not be the last. But it's... easier, I guess. With someone to help you."
Brenne typically didn't talk as much as she was now, usually a more reserved person whose actions spoke louder than words. She was happy to blame her current talkativeness on the poison that lingered in her system.
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Post by Dorian Farseer on Feb 20, 2019 22:25:51 GMT -5
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Feb 21, 2019 0:36:16 GMT -5 |
Post by Brenne Orvar on Feb 21, 2019 0:36:16 GMT -5
[attr="class","snailhouse"] [attr="class","Chromeleft"] [attr="class","Chromeleftoverlay"] [attr="class","NOSTALGIA"] [attr="class","Chromeright"] [attr="class","Chromeoverlay"] [attr="class","lemonsoda"] [attr="class","puppycat"]the beginning of it all Decium didn't even turn as he glanced down at the living flower, feathers ruffling as he huffed. 'I was not worried at all.' the owl hooted, shuffling his feet as he stuck his beak higher. 'My Huntress is much too strong to be downed by a lowly Arbok of all things.'
Opening her eyes, Brenne felt strangely at ease as she watched the clouds float past, grey turning a light blue with the reflected, infinite sky. She wasn't quite sure why she felt so relaxed at the moment. She was in a dangerous situation, her body was sluggish and weakened, it would be simple for someone to kill her where she laid.
There was never a time where one was truly safe, and she knew that the best. She had seen it time and time again when she was ordered to hunt those who were fleeing from the law. Where they had stopped in their running when they thought themselves secure, alone, without danger. And that was when she struck. Because of that, because she knew for a fact that there were people out there who would not hesitate to attack an already downed enemy, because she was one of them, it was truly difficult for her to actually relax. For her muscles to rid themselves of their ever present tension.
It was probably the blood loss, Brenne reasoned with herself. That mixed with the poisoning, the medicine, and the fact that Dorian seemed to be just a naturally soothing person.
"That's smart, and you are much too generous." She murmured, her rough voice unusually soft as he placed the vial near her head. "It shows a great deal of wisdom and intelligence to be able to gather resources from the wilds," Brenne smirked, tone taking a teasing turn, "and a great deal of naivety to come alone."
Her smile slipped as she looked over towards him, straining from her current position. "You really should have someone out here with you. There are dangers out here, and you may be caught unawares in the future with no one around to help you should you fall." Brenne frowned, her good hand tensing into a fist and relaxing back out and then into a fist once again. Over and over again as her ease started to slip away. "While I was very, very lucky this time, and I will not make the same mistake again, my partners and I have been training for a long time in order to defend ourselves in situations more extreme than these."
Her mouth was set in a firm line, grey eyes locked onto the Dorian's. "Have you?"
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Feb 22, 2019 15:28:41 GMT -5 |
Post by Dorian Farseer on Feb 22, 2019 15:28:41 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","pirate-cover2"] [attr="class","pirate-cover"] | [attr="class","pirate-tri"] [attr="class","pirate-tri2"] [attr="class","pirate-content"] [attr="class","pirate-content2"] Did she read him wrong? The cherrim cocked her head as she looked up at the big bird. What was he looking at with his beak so high in the air? She followed his gaze curiously. [break][break] "You can't find plants on a road. So I don't follow any and it cuts down on thieves I may meet," Dorian half-explained. There was also the oath that a doctor would never take a life. Though he found it ridiculous and had no trouble with the idea of the act. [break][break] "I have trained in medicine not battle," Dorian said looking to his cherrim. "My pokemon are capable but not battle hardened. Most of their moves revolve around healing. My lickitung is probably my most battle-ready out of them."[break][break] Which wasn't saying much in the event they did have to face a strong foe. Bandits and thieves were becoming more common now with the discord of the country. He probably should look to getting some battle pokemon just in case. Beat them up then heal them there was irony to be had there. [break][break] "Time's are changing though. Before long I'll probably be sitting on the side of a battlefield treating those that come to me," Dorian said looking back at her. [break][break] "I would say I'm against violence but the truth is I don't care one way or another. I deal with the situations as they come to me," Dorian shrugged. [break][break] "Cherrim cher rim," she just didn't get it. 'What are you looking at?' [break][break] [break][break] Brenne Orvar | [attr="class","pirate-liner"] [attr="class","pirate-big"]死になる [attr="class","pirate-small"]I fear not even death. [attr="class","pirate-img"] |
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Feb 25, 2019 19:24:56 GMT -5 |
Post by Brenne Orvar on Feb 25, 2019 19:24:56 GMT -5
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But the farther you got from civilization, the stronger the wild Pokemon tended to be, and the more territorial they become. Sighing through her nose, Brenne gazed up at the sky as she watched the clouds pass by.
"I know this may not be my place to say, but you should probably get a battler for your team." The Huntress spoke, unknowingly echoing Dorian's own thoughts. "You can never be too careful, after all. It's better to have one and never need to use it than to be in a very tight situation and not have one."
Brenne grunted as she slowly rose to a more comfortable sitting position, closing her eyes as the nausea briefly passed over her. "Especially if you plan on going out to the battlefield. On the side or not, it'd be dangerous to be caught without a good defender." The Huntress didn't bother asking about which side he was on. Politics were a fragile thing, and since they had just met it was probably for the best that she not touch it at the moment. If he turned out to be loyal to the crown and found out that she was an outlaw? Brenne was physically too weak to defend herself at the moment.
Of course, there was Decium, her ever loyal and battle-hardened Dartrix. He could probably deal some serious damage before being taken out, but... for some reason Brenne- a merciless hunter and blood-soaked leader of her people- just didn't really feel like hurting Dorian. Whether it was the effects of the poison weakening her mind at the moment or the fact that his company was rather relaxing, Brenne just didn't have it in her at the moment.
Brenne decided to blame the poison.
"You know," she started, glancing at the doctor before turning her attention back out towards the marshland, "we are currently in the wilds. There are some Pokemon out here that would make excellent battlers, or even just those who could stall opponents just long enough for you to be able to make an escape. I still need to find an Arbok for my client."
The Huntress looked back at Dorian, grey eyes curious. "It might be beneficial to team up, even if only for a small while."
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Feb 28, 2019 20:53:35 GMT -5 |
Post by Dorian Farseer on Feb 28, 2019 20:53:35 GMT -5
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Mar 9, 2019 22:54:25 GMT -5 |
Post by Brenne Orvar on Mar 9, 2019 22:54:25 GMT -5
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Standing straight, half of her attention on Dorian's words and the other on their surroundings, the Huntress looked out towards the large expanse of marshland, grey eyes scanning with a critical gaze. "Oh, I'm not catching an Arbok." She absentmindedly spoke, eyes widening for a split moment as she jogged off a small distance, only to bend down and return moments later.
In her hands was a well-worn bow, wood covered in leather bindings, intricate carvings, and colored paints and beads. "I'm hunting an Arbok." With a smooth motion she hooked her weapon to her back once more, no movement wasted, and let out a small sigh of relief now that it was back in her hands. Turning towards the doctor, a small smirk on her face, she folded her arms in front of her chest. "There is a difference, you know."
Resisting the urge to chuckle as the Cherrim was recalled, her own Dartrix poofing his feathers in his usual manner, Brenne rolled her eyes at the showing. "Don't worry about Decium. He wouldn't do anything stupid." Her smirk grew. "He's just a rather grumpy owl. Don't take his actions too seriously."
The grass-type in question huffed at the vague insult, glaring at his Huntress and puffing his feathers out more. Shuffling away from the woman, he brooded as he watched the area. Brenne only snickered at his display. "You see?" She mused, hands on her hips as a more serious look came over her features. "Decium. Søke." The Huntress commanded, her Partner instantly taking to the skies with a powerful beat of his wings at her order in search of an Arbok trail.
"As for advice on any combative pokemon, it depends on your own preferences, Doctor Dorian." She said with a shrug, watching her owl soar silently through the air. "Do you know what type you prefer to work with, or what you want out of the partnership? Are you looking for pure destructive power, or more something to stall so you can make a quick escape? Perhaps something that can withstand a beating, or one that focuses more on speed?" Brenne looked at the man out of the corners of her eyes, watching his expressions and his reactions.
"What about your skill as a battler in general? What traits do you want in a partner? These are all very important things to consider when acquiring members of your team." Her attention shifted from the doctor back to Decium, an indiscernible glint in her eyes. "After all, they will be the ones to fight tooth and nail in order to defend you. To be both your sword and shield, and there may very well be times where this Pokemon will save your life. It would be unwise to simply go with whatever you happen to come across and call it a day."
A small smile brushed on her lips, fondness glowing from her face as she looked towards her Dartrix. "Decium may be a stubborn Pokemon, too serious for his own good, but I trust him with my life, and he trusts his with me." Turning back towards Dorian, her head tilts as she regards him with a curious gaze.
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Mar 10, 2019 8:00:15 GMT -5 |
Post by Dorian Farseer on Mar 10, 2019 8:00:15 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","pirate-cover2"] [attr="class","pirate-cover"] | [attr="class","pirate-tri"] [attr="class","pirate-tri2"] [attr="class","pirate-content"] [attr="class","pirate-content2"] A small smirk came across his features as he was corrected. He supposed there was a difference between the two. Since in one version they end up dead. [break][break] "Everyone needs their grumpy pokemon," Dorian mused thinking to his own. Polly was his serious grumpy one. The politoad all business and little play but that was what made her so good at her job. [break][break] She went into detail on how it was all about preference. Dorian cocked his head thoughtfully thinking it made sense. No pokemon species was made the same after all. Graveler wasn't about speed and cherrim was about brute force. What he wanted though now that was the question that had him stumped. He could argue any number of ways for each type. [break][break] "I'm not sure," Dorian shook his head at her inquiry. "I can argue for each one. Hit first, hit hard, slow and steady wins the race, status ailments." He let it drop there. She could see his point for sure. [break][break] "I think it will come down to who I can trust. Much like you and your Dartrix," he knew she probably wouldn't be pleased with such an answer. "Though I could just be over thinking things again. That's the problem with going to school and becoming smarter. Sometimes you simply can't stop questioning." [break][break] "Maying a flying type though," Dorian said looking up at her bird. "Hardly anything can touch him up there." [break][break] [break][break] | [attr="class","pirate-liner"] [attr="class","pirate-big"]死になる [attr="class","pirate-small"]I fear not even death. [attr="class","pirate-img"] |
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