Battlefield
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nyanderenekoWord Count: 2,678
Summary: Caught up in the tail end of a detainment mission that’s been pushing not just she, but the rest of her companions to the edge, Nova disregards her own limits and commits to making a final stand for the good of the organization and the city.
*Author’s Note*: Was inspired to write something tense and dramatic like this a while ago, finally got it typed up. Nothing special but a bit of a deviation from my usual MO in an effort to expand my horizons a bit.
The air was heavy, smothering. It was almost enough to clog her lungs, to disrupt her senses long enough to make her lose sight of the objective. Lightning shattered the sky, the resounding thunder evidence of the broken pieces that scattered in its wake. Rain pounded the pavement, splashing and saturating every crack in the asphalt as she drug herself forward. She could have commanded the storm if she liked. She could have cleared a space in the downpour, formed a barrier like a dome to keep herself dry and safe…but in her fatigue she couldn’t spare any concentration for even the slightest exertion. There was no sense in wasting the dwindling dregs of her energy on such an empty, unproductive gesture.
Right now this was a battlefield, and she was one of the only loyal soldiers with enough resolve left, or perhaps just any measure of strength, to stay on her feet. Unfortunately, her tenacity was an ebbing ruse that left her feeling more like a drowned cat than a distinguished officer. Sopping wet, exhausted, coming to the end of her rope…she was almost out of options, out of time, but she couldn’t afford to fail. Not just for her sake, but for the sake of the Clan, the ideal she’d pledged every last drop of blood and sweat to when she’d made the decision to join their distinguished ranks.
“Don’t move!” Her shout barely managed to penetrate the rain, weakened by her faltering tone and the heavy, drumming drops that tried to sabotage it.
She knew her threat was paltry, a meager attempt to emulate the authority she was still desperately clinging to. It was the best she could muster in the moment when every blink, every breath was a grueling effort. Raising her blade with the vestiges of her rapidly waning strength, her eyes zeroed in on the target she faced with laser precision...and intensity. An ethereal blue glow enveloped her weapon from hilt to point, almost as if she was harnessing the essence of the rain to supplement her nonexistent willpower. But the Aura she exuded was entirely her own, born of the energy that swelled in her chest and coursed through her veins. It was a power granted by the only person she would ever bother fighting for this valiantly.
They couldn’t allow this criminal to slip through their fingers--not now. Not when they’d managed to track them down as they trailed across the city, pausing to clean up any disasters they happened to run into on the way. Most of her squad had fallen back to do just that, and here she was, blindly chasing after the objective like a dog on the hunt. They’d left so much grief and hardship in their wake, utilizing their abilities to run the officers ragged with their frivolous actions. Repeatedly putting the city and its citizens in danger on a careless whim...such behavior could not be excused. Such wrongdoing could not be permitted to go unpunished, to be quelled without consequence. But did Nova have the resources to strike with the finality and force required to deal with the threat that was now looming before her? She supposed it didn’t matter. The reality was that she was here, alone, and that meant she had to succeed at all costs.
The look in their eyes was mocking, baiting, their mouth curved into a devious, defiant smirk. They could tell that she was running on fumes, pulling together the last of her power to apprehend them. If they wanted, they probably could have disposed of her quite easily. She didn’t have the luxury of succumbing to common sense or fear, though. Those weren’t the principles she’d been taught to follow, the tenants that’d been instilled in her mind and muscles from day one.
Flashes of the people that’d supported her to this point, that’d encouraged her and instructed her, that’d helped pick her up when she stumbled from her own foolishness cycled through her thoughts. The most important one came last, flooding her mind like a tidal wave. Under different circumstances she probably would have been happy to drown in that recollection. But here and now she didn’t even want to take the risk of acknowledging the tears that may have suddenly come forth, mixing with the rain on her cheeks.
“We will advance...with our sword in hand…” she murmured the vow under her breath, Aura flickering with a surge of determination. “For our cause is pure.”
“Can’t believe you’re muttering that bullshit at a time like this.”
His voice cut through her paper thin heart with a searing edge, scrambling her thoughts and senses. The form of the last man that’d been on her mind eclipsed her vision, taking a stance between her and the target. Last time she’d checked, he’d been held up in the thrawl with the Captain, caught in the chaos that seemed like it required no less than the attention of the Clan’s most capable officers. He was one of them, naturally, and she’d hoped to one day prove that she could meet that same esteemed standard under his tutelage. That was part of why she’d been assigned to him in the first place, but with the poor performance she’d been exhibiting in this situation thus far, she wondered if it was fair for her to even classify herself as a decent Clansman anymore.
“Get out of here. I can handle this.”
“If this is your idea of ‘handling it,’ remind me to make sure you’re never left with similar circumstances in the future.”
His half teasing, half scolding words almost caused her legs to buckle. If she could, she would have collapsed into his arms, surrendered herself to his comforting and calming embrace. If she could, she would have entreated him to carry her back to HQ, gladly turning over whatever responsibility remained on her shoulders. But right now they were both stranded on equal, shifting ground, barely maintaining their positions...even the man that she usually felt confident enough to entrust with anything was undeniably vulnerable in this state. She knew she couldn’t say anything that might draw attention to that fact, though. She couldn’t risk undermining the fragile composure he was struggling to maintain. She didn’t really want to, either...and she certainly didn’t want to end up being a burden.
“I said I can handle it,” she repeated sharply, shifting her blade in her hand as she prepared to strike. “I almost had them, just one more blow--”
“You can barely stand,” he challenged in frustration, his brisk tone accented with gentle concern. “You can barely fight back in the state you’re in. Everyone’s stretching themselves thin, so thin they’ve almost got nothing left. I’ll admit, even I’m starting to feel a little--”
“Then let me protect you!” The conviction in her voice startled him, but as the words left her mouth he found his attention suddenly split in two.
The culprit took advantage of the momentary distraction to launch their own offensive, and Fushimi scarcely had enough warning and reflex to avoid the brunt of it. Channeling his Blue Aura into his sword, and throwing out a few knives charged with crimson for good measure, Nova lurched forward and tried to cut in front of him. If the tide was finally turning in their favor, hopefully the enemy’s fractured focus would offer her just enough leeway to overpower them. But the adversary proved more prepared than she anticipated, applying the extent of their skills to fend both seasoned Clansmen off, seemingly without missing a beat. They were together now, though, and perhaps that would be enough to help them get out of here in one piece. At least they had someone to rely on, someone who could supplement their blows and pick up the slack as the remainder of their energy was rapidly sapped away.
“You know, trying to one up me like this...you’re making me look bad,” Fushimi jeered, somehow still finding the spirit to make such jokes. “I’m supposed to be the all powerful, all protective boyfriend, right?”
“You’ve never been that way and you know it,” Nova retorted, exchanging a few harrowing blows with their foe.
“Ouch, my pride…” he lamented in return, following her barrage up with a forceful flurry of his own.
“This is so not the time to be--”
“You’re right. It’s dangerous to let your guard down, you know?”
The insulting voice precipitated an attack that blew both of them back, and Nova struggled to get back on her feet as quickly as possible. The end of this scuffle seemed to be approaching faster than they were able to steel themselves for. Enough small talk, then, and no letting their guards down just because they had each other. It was hard to focus on expending what they had left for any purpose other than helping one another, but it seemed that might be the only thing their adversary was going to give them any leeway to accomplish, anyway. In the state they were in, they both knew there was practically no way they’d be able to overcome this obstacle without some semblance of aid or back up. It was too risky for one to abandon the other to try and retrieve any, though, even if it was just for a short while. By the time they got back, there was no telling how much havoc the Strain would have managed to wreak on the individual that was left behind.
“Do we fall back?” the question was more self-directed than anything, but it appeared Fushimi heard her anyway and felt compelled to respond.
“Not sure we’d hear the end of it if we did,” he confessed bitterly. As bleak as things seemed, Nova knew he was right. “If we can hold them off until even one other person arrives--”
“I’m not convinced we’ll make it that long.”
Now he knew she was speaking the truth, both of them caught between a rock and a hard place. Abandoning their duty or putting their lives on the line…they’d certainly faced both options before, and honestly weren’t sure which was ultimately more jarring to handle. Most of that was a result of self-imposed pressure rather than any definitive order to accomplish a task at all costs, though. Even their King was cautious enough to know when to fall back. But between their pride and stubbornness, neither of them really knew when to quit…perhaps now it would finally prove to be their downfall.
Then, suddenly, there was a light. A ghostly blue glow that bathed everything in its radiance, transforming the area into a glistening azure arena. The shade was identical to the color that’d decorated Nova’s and Fushimi’s swords, and the sight of it struck them both with a conflicting sense of overwhelming awe, relief, and fear. That was the typical reaction one might have upon glimpsing the magnificent sight of a King’s mighty Sword of Damocles, a manifestation of inexplicable otherworldly energy suspended above the comparatively unimpressive form of the King themself. It represented the same energy that flowed through the veins of every Clansmen that’d been granted its blessing, permitted to enter a Clan and subsequently required to adhere to the customs and conditions set forth by each reigning color according to their specific preferences.
“You two appear to be running out of steam,” Munakata greeted cordially as he approached, although his tone was lined with a spine shivering ruthlessness. His right hand wasn’t far behind, and the sight of such revered backup made Nova’s heart sing with relief. “I congratulate you for coming as far as you have, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to take measures into my own hands.”
“By my guest,” Fushimi huffed, leaning on his sword from where his exhaustion had forced him to the ground.
“No, wait,” Nova interrupted, dragging herself back up for what seemed like the umpteenth time today. “I can help, I can still fight--”
A hand patted her hair, ruffling it just slightly, and it was as if she’d been infected with some kind of sedative. The delicate nature of his tender touch, the surprising softness she knew those hands must not offer often soaked into her skin, tingling from head to toe. They weren’t going to present any similar gesture next, and he probably wouldn’t initiate a display such as this any time in the near future, either. To him, the strain of the situation seemed to call for such an act, and Nova was helpless to defy or deflect it. A wordless expression of kindness as well as a silent order for her to fall back without complaint, she had no choice but to obey his order. He was the one she’d been acting for all this time, anyway…if he told her to rein it in, it would have been more troublesome for her to attempt to go against him.
“Can you stand?”
Fushimi chuckled, but she didn’t miss the simultaneous wince that convulsed his torso. “Can you? You look worse off than I am.”
“You’re just better at hiding it,” she admonished as she sheathed her sword, guiding his arm around her shoulders.
Rather than accepting her care, he turned the action around on her and coaxed her onto his back. She went much more willing than he expected, and he was going to take advantage of her compliance as quickly as possible. If he could get them both back to HQ without any more fuss, that’d be the greatest and most satisfying accomplishment he’d made all day. Nova couldn’t find it in herself to protest anymore; she was out of excuses and the energy necessary to back them up. Earlier she’d silently bemoaned the fact that she couldn’t turn to him for something like this, and she figured scoffing at his offer now would just be rude to both of them. Glancing over her shoulder at the shrinking forms of her King and his lieutenant, she was struck with a pang of panic and concern.
“Do you really think they’ll be alright?”
He chuckled again, partly due to fatigue; he couldn’t seem to censor his amusement with her absurd and unnecessary worries. “What kind of question is that? Do you even remember who you’re talking about?”
Chances were the Captain had been planning to do something like this all along. Let the enemy think they had the upper hand, all the while following the path of his failing forces until he ultimately had the target cornered. The enemy was isolated and hopefully somewhat drained themselves by now, with the influence of a King and elite Clansman bearing down on them. Nova’d failed to notice what was going on when the Captain and Lieutenant had arrived, but the enemy hadn’t appeared to try to make any moves despite the aggressive and self-confident strategy they’d applied in the presence of lesser, weaker Clansmen. Perhaps the sight of the King’s sword had caught them equally off guard…she hoped they’d been stricken with at least a minor measure of dread or incompetence after how much suffering she and her fellow Clansmen had been forced to endure at their expense.
The motion of Fushimi’s boots stomping through the rain made a rhythmic splashing sound, and Nova evoked the true final dregs of her power to dispel the wetness around them as they went, additionally easing the weight encumbering them by drying their clothes. She settled her head against his shoulder, tickling his jaw a bit as her ear brushed against it. He felt her body go a little limper against him, reinvigorated by a surge of comfort as it seemed her defensive instincts were finally settling down. It’d been a long day, a long week…more formidable than any of them had had to face in quite some time. Hopefully the next nightmare would take a bit longer to arrive, or if nothing else, fate would be kind enough to grant them a modest reprieve to replenish their reserves.
Summary: Caught up in the tail end of a detainment mission that’s been pushing not just she, but the rest of her companions to the edge, Nova disregards her own limits and commits to making a final stand for the good of the organization and the city.
*Author’s Note*: Was inspired to write something tense and dramatic like this a while ago, finally got it typed up. Nothing special but a bit of a deviation from my usual MO in an effort to expand my horizons a bit.
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The air was heavy, smothering. It was almost enough to clog her lungs, to disrupt her senses long enough to make her lose sight of the objective. Lightning shattered the sky, the resounding thunder evidence of the broken pieces that scattered in its wake. Rain pounded the pavement, splashing and saturating every crack in the asphalt as she drug herself forward. She could have commanded the storm if she liked. She could have cleared a space in the downpour, formed a barrier like a dome to keep herself dry and safe…but in her fatigue she couldn’t spare any concentration for even the slightest exertion. There was no sense in wasting the dwindling dregs of her energy on such an empty, unproductive gesture.
Right now this was a battlefield, and she was one of the only loyal soldiers with enough resolve left, or perhaps just any measure of strength, to stay on her feet. Unfortunately, her tenacity was an ebbing ruse that left her feeling more like a drowned cat than a distinguished officer. Sopping wet, exhausted, coming to the end of her rope…she was almost out of options, out of time, but she couldn’t afford to fail. Not just for her sake, but for the sake of the Clan, the ideal she’d pledged every last drop of blood and sweat to when she’d made the decision to join their distinguished ranks.
“Don’t move!” Her shout barely managed to penetrate the rain, weakened by her faltering tone and the heavy, drumming drops that tried to sabotage it.
She knew her threat was paltry, a meager attempt to emulate the authority she was still desperately clinging to. It was the best she could muster in the moment when every blink, every breath was a grueling effort. Raising her blade with the vestiges of her rapidly waning strength, her eyes zeroed in on the target she faced with laser precision...and intensity. An ethereal blue glow enveloped her weapon from hilt to point, almost as if she was harnessing the essence of the rain to supplement her nonexistent willpower. But the Aura she exuded was entirely her own, born of the energy that swelled in her chest and coursed through her veins. It was a power granted by the only person she would ever bother fighting for this valiantly.
They couldn’t allow this criminal to slip through their fingers--not now. Not when they’d managed to track them down as they trailed across the city, pausing to clean up any disasters they happened to run into on the way. Most of her squad had fallen back to do just that, and here she was, blindly chasing after the objective like a dog on the hunt. They’d left so much grief and hardship in their wake, utilizing their abilities to run the officers ragged with their frivolous actions. Repeatedly putting the city and its citizens in danger on a careless whim...such behavior could not be excused. Such wrongdoing could not be permitted to go unpunished, to be quelled without consequence. But did Nova have the resources to strike with the finality and force required to deal with the threat that was now looming before her? She supposed it didn’t matter. The reality was that she was here, alone, and that meant she had to succeed at all costs.
The look in their eyes was mocking, baiting, their mouth curved into a devious, defiant smirk. They could tell that she was running on fumes, pulling together the last of her power to apprehend them. If they wanted, they probably could have disposed of her quite easily. She didn’t have the luxury of succumbing to common sense or fear, though. Those weren’t the principles she’d been taught to follow, the tenants that’d been instilled in her mind and muscles from day one.
Flashes of the people that’d supported her to this point, that’d encouraged her and instructed her, that’d helped pick her up when she stumbled from her own foolishness cycled through her thoughts. The most important one came last, flooding her mind like a tidal wave. Under different circumstances she probably would have been happy to drown in that recollection. But here and now she didn’t even want to take the risk of acknowledging the tears that may have suddenly come forth, mixing with the rain on her cheeks.
“We will advance...with our sword in hand…” she murmured the vow under her breath, Aura flickering with a surge of determination. “For our cause is pure.”
“Can’t believe you’re muttering that bullshit at a time like this.”
His voice cut through her paper thin heart with a searing edge, scrambling her thoughts and senses. The form of the last man that’d been on her mind eclipsed her vision, taking a stance between her and the target. Last time she’d checked, he’d been held up in the thrawl with the Captain, caught in the chaos that seemed like it required no less than the attention of the Clan’s most capable officers. He was one of them, naturally, and she’d hoped to one day prove that she could meet that same esteemed standard under his tutelage. That was part of why she’d been assigned to him in the first place, but with the poor performance she’d been exhibiting in this situation thus far, she wondered if it was fair for her to even classify herself as a decent Clansman anymore.
“Get out of here. I can handle this.”
“If this is your idea of ‘handling it,’ remind me to make sure you’re never left with similar circumstances in the future.”
His half teasing, half scolding words almost caused her legs to buckle. If she could, she would have collapsed into his arms, surrendered herself to his comforting and calming embrace. If she could, she would have entreated him to carry her back to HQ, gladly turning over whatever responsibility remained on her shoulders. But right now they were both stranded on equal, shifting ground, barely maintaining their positions...even the man that she usually felt confident enough to entrust with anything was undeniably vulnerable in this state. She knew she couldn’t say anything that might draw attention to that fact, though. She couldn’t risk undermining the fragile composure he was struggling to maintain. She didn’t really want to, either...and she certainly didn’t want to end up being a burden.
“I said I can handle it,” she repeated sharply, shifting her blade in her hand as she prepared to strike. “I almost had them, just one more blow--”
“You can barely stand,” he challenged in frustration, his brisk tone accented with gentle concern. “You can barely fight back in the state you’re in. Everyone’s stretching themselves thin, so thin they’ve almost got nothing left. I’ll admit, even I’m starting to feel a little--”
“Then let me protect you!” The conviction in her voice startled him, but as the words left her mouth he found his attention suddenly split in two.
The culprit took advantage of the momentary distraction to launch their own offensive, and Fushimi scarcely had enough warning and reflex to avoid the brunt of it. Channeling his Blue Aura into his sword, and throwing out a few knives charged with crimson for good measure, Nova lurched forward and tried to cut in front of him. If the tide was finally turning in their favor, hopefully the enemy’s fractured focus would offer her just enough leeway to overpower them. But the adversary proved more prepared than she anticipated, applying the extent of their skills to fend both seasoned Clansmen off, seemingly without missing a beat. They were together now, though, and perhaps that would be enough to help them get out of here in one piece. At least they had someone to rely on, someone who could supplement their blows and pick up the slack as the remainder of their energy was rapidly sapped away.
“You know, trying to one up me like this...you’re making me look bad,” Fushimi jeered, somehow still finding the spirit to make such jokes. “I’m supposed to be the all powerful, all protective boyfriend, right?”
“You’ve never been that way and you know it,” Nova retorted, exchanging a few harrowing blows with their foe.
“Ouch, my pride…” he lamented in return, following her barrage up with a forceful flurry of his own.
“This is so not the time to be--”
“You’re right. It’s dangerous to let your guard down, you know?”
The insulting voice precipitated an attack that blew both of them back, and Nova struggled to get back on her feet as quickly as possible. The end of this scuffle seemed to be approaching faster than they were able to steel themselves for. Enough small talk, then, and no letting their guards down just because they had each other. It was hard to focus on expending what they had left for any purpose other than helping one another, but it seemed that might be the only thing their adversary was going to give them any leeway to accomplish, anyway. In the state they were in, they both knew there was practically no way they’d be able to overcome this obstacle without some semblance of aid or back up. It was too risky for one to abandon the other to try and retrieve any, though, even if it was just for a short while. By the time they got back, there was no telling how much havoc the Strain would have managed to wreak on the individual that was left behind.
“Do we fall back?” the question was more self-directed than anything, but it appeared Fushimi heard her anyway and felt compelled to respond.
“Not sure we’d hear the end of it if we did,” he confessed bitterly. As bleak as things seemed, Nova knew he was right. “If we can hold them off until even one other person arrives--”
“I’m not convinced we’ll make it that long.”
Now he knew she was speaking the truth, both of them caught between a rock and a hard place. Abandoning their duty or putting their lives on the line…they’d certainly faced both options before, and honestly weren’t sure which was ultimately more jarring to handle. Most of that was a result of self-imposed pressure rather than any definitive order to accomplish a task at all costs, though. Even their King was cautious enough to know when to fall back. But between their pride and stubbornness, neither of them really knew when to quit…perhaps now it would finally prove to be their downfall.
Then, suddenly, there was a light. A ghostly blue glow that bathed everything in its radiance, transforming the area into a glistening azure arena. The shade was identical to the color that’d decorated Nova’s and Fushimi’s swords, and the sight of it struck them both with a conflicting sense of overwhelming awe, relief, and fear. That was the typical reaction one might have upon glimpsing the magnificent sight of a King’s mighty Sword of Damocles, a manifestation of inexplicable otherworldly energy suspended above the comparatively unimpressive form of the King themself. It represented the same energy that flowed through the veins of every Clansmen that’d been granted its blessing, permitted to enter a Clan and subsequently required to adhere to the customs and conditions set forth by each reigning color according to their specific preferences.
“You two appear to be running out of steam,” Munakata greeted cordially as he approached, although his tone was lined with a spine shivering ruthlessness. His right hand wasn’t far behind, and the sight of such revered backup made Nova’s heart sing with relief. “I congratulate you for coming as far as you have, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to take measures into my own hands.”
“By my guest,” Fushimi huffed, leaning on his sword from where his exhaustion had forced him to the ground.
“No, wait,” Nova interrupted, dragging herself back up for what seemed like the umpteenth time today. “I can help, I can still fight--”
A hand patted her hair, ruffling it just slightly, and it was as if she’d been infected with some kind of sedative. The delicate nature of his tender touch, the surprising softness she knew those hands must not offer often soaked into her skin, tingling from head to toe. They weren’t going to present any similar gesture next, and he probably wouldn’t initiate a display such as this any time in the near future, either. To him, the strain of the situation seemed to call for such an act, and Nova was helpless to defy or deflect it. A wordless expression of kindness as well as a silent order for her to fall back without complaint, she had no choice but to obey his order. He was the one she’d been acting for all this time, anyway…if he told her to rein it in, it would have been more troublesome for her to attempt to go against him.
“Can you stand?”
Fushimi chuckled, but she didn’t miss the simultaneous wince that convulsed his torso. “Can you? You look worse off than I am.”
“You’re just better at hiding it,” she admonished as she sheathed her sword, guiding his arm around her shoulders.
Rather than accepting her care, he turned the action around on her and coaxed her onto his back. She went much more willing than he expected, and he was going to take advantage of her compliance as quickly as possible. If he could get them both back to HQ without any more fuss, that’d be the greatest and most satisfying accomplishment he’d made all day. Nova couldn’t find it in herself to protest anymore; she was out of excuses and the energy necessary to back them up. Earlier she’d silently bemoaned the fact that she couldn’t turn to him for something like this, and she figured scoffing at his offer now would just be rude to both of them. Glancing over her shoulder at the shrinking forms of her King and his lieutenant, she was struck with a pang of panic and concern.
“Do you really think they’ll be alright?”
He chuckled again, partly due to fatigue; he couldn’t seem to censor his amusement with her absurd and unnecessary worries. “What kind of question is that? Do you even remember who you’re talking about?”
Chances were the Captain had been planning to do something like this all along. Let the enemy think they had the upper hand, all the while following the path of his failing forces until he ultimately had the target cornered. The enemy was isolated and hopefully somewhat drained themselves by now, with the influence of a King and elite Clansman bearing down on them. Nova’d failed to notice what was going on when the Captain and Lieutenant had arrived, but the enemy hadn’t appeared to try to make any moves despite the aggressive and self-confident strategy they’d applied in the presence of lesser, weaker Clansmen. Perhaps the sight of the King’s sword had caught them equally off guard…she hoped they’d been stricken with at least a minor measure of dread or incompetence after how much suffering she and her fellow Clansmen had been forced to endure at their expense.
The motion of Fushimi’s boots stomping through the rain made a rhythmic splashing sound, and Nova evoked the true final dregs of her power to dispel the wetness around them as they went, additionally easing the weight encumbering them by drying their clothes. She settled her head against his shoulder, tickling his jaw a bit as her ear brushed against it. He felt her body go a little limper against him, reinvigorated by a surge of comfort as it seemed her defensive instincts were finally settling down. It’d been a long day, a long week…more formidable than any of them had had to face in quite some time. Hopefully the next nightmare would take a bit longer to arrive, or if nothing else, fate would be kind enough to grant them a modest reprieve to replenish their reserves.
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Date: 2019-10-06 10:33 pm (UTC)also piggyback rides ;; cute