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The Crystal Rule	By : QueenDraggyofSwords Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles Views: 955 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: This is a fanfic I am writing for a friend of mine, but she encouraged me to uploaded it, as there are not many Crystal Bearer's fics. Feel free to review, I would appreciate the fee back, but its not needed. I'll post it all reviews or not.
Summary: Keiss is as an up and coming contractor needs a new partner; Layle needs a job as a partner-less mercenary. This is the story of Keiss meet Layle, from their rough first meeting to their rocky start as men for hire, as they work their way up the Lilty Armies list and uncover the mystery of a time controlling Lilty.
The Crystal Rule
Chapter One
"The Crystals preside over all! The Great Crystal made this world and now the Tribal Crystals preside over our racial destinies! Even our individual destinies! Even you there, Selkie! So far from Leuda and Costa Fugita, but your tribal crystal still rules your destiny! Let the crystal guide you to a better life! Let-"
"Quiet will you! Geez, you Clavat Pilgrims are annoying…"
Alfitaria was the largest city in the world. You could encounter hundreds of individuals from all three tribes there, hustling and bustling under the light of Lilty tribe's double crystal. Though the city was mostly populated with wealthy Lilty nobles, lords, and merchants, there were still plenty of 'common' working Lilties and Clavats. The Clavats were always working, it's all they ever did for thousands of years, even before the Great War. They worked, and toiled, and never got anywhere for it. They were only on top once, before the meteor came.
But that was forever ago. Since then the Lilties ruled the world one way or another. Through might, through machines, and now through conquest. Their arrogant little blooming heads covered the streets and the plazas. The nobles wore fine clothes, the regulars dressed like Clavats. Poorly. And in the shadows, one could find Selkies. They always gathered together in shadows in densely populated areas. Playing games of chance, or plotting whom to steal from next, or the best yet, a scam to run for some quick cash before ducking out of town.
Even now, he felt Selkie eyes on him as we walked through the city. Why? Because he wasn't in the shadows. His eyes were focused only forward. And didn't shove over a singly Lilty that got in his way. It was by far, the strangest thing any Selkie could ever do. In fact he only seemed to flinch when that Clavat Pilgrim started preaching at him.
He stopped with his hands on his head as he usually did and glared at the man hiding his pitiful looks under his blue robes.
"You Selkies are too free!" The man pointed at him. "Never giving credit to your crystal. Clavats and Lilty understand, without them we are nothing! You should understand too! Or be doomed to repeat the mistakes of your forefather's past!"
"Live my life by what my Crystal governs?" The young Selkie turned around and scanned the streets. His long red hair just about wacked the pilgrim in the face. He pointed across the street to a nook in the alley. "How about I go there then, and join the guys plotting to steal from your collection belt."
"Wh-what!" The man hugged the pouch at his side.
"Or maybe I should take it myself?" He turned and smiled at the man, in that feline way that Selkies do. "You said I should do what my crystal tells me to. And it tells me, all the worlds wealth is mine for the taking."
"Stay back! You would rob an innocent pilgrim! Theif! Theif!" The Clavat turned and ran down the street, knocking down a few passersby as he went. A couple turned back to eye the Selkie he ran from, others just kept walking.
What a joke.
"Keiss! You there, are you Keiss!" The red headed Selkie turned around to see a Lilty approaching him. About his height, slender, wearing a military uniform. "Ah, yes you must be him…" He pulled out a letter, "Same hair and blue bandana. And your clothing. Matches the photo perfectly."
"And you must be Lieutenant Spinosa. It's nice to meet you," Keiss extended his hand.
"Ah," the Lilty took the gesture awkwardly.
"Don't worry, I'm not a thief." Keiss lowered his hand, "Anyway, we should discuss the contract over a meal."
"Yes, the contract…" The Lieutenant ran his gloved hand through his green hair. "Come there's a restaurant up the street." Keiss followed. Lilties, despite their tribal history had become taller over the years, and a lot better looking. Lieutenant Spinosa himself was an example of that. Tall, lean looks, his light green hair pulled back and up into a ponytail of dangling plum blossoms. Keiss never did understand how Lilties kept bees away. As they walked his armor clanked, and the blossoms swayed with each step. Every woman, no matter what race stepped aside for him as he went by, and snuck a good look.
Spinosa did look good. Even for an onion.
The Lieutenant led him to a restaurant on the street. It wasn't fancy, but it was still fairly nice, and with the Lieutenant as his host, there was no need to wait in line for a table. Lt. Spinosa wasn't the most famous figure head of the Lilty Military but he was still well known enough to get plenty of perks. Hell any officer in the military got perks. It was the kind of high life Keiss would kill for, or at least steal for.
"So, the contract for the materials transport. Tell me more," Keiss picked up his menu and started to read it. "What are the full details?"
"Hmn," Spinosa peered at Keiss through the menu. His lilac eyes looked uneasy, "I shouldn't discuss it with someone who's not employed by the kingdom."
"Oh," The Selkie put his menu down, "Then hire me. Let me sign the papers."
"…I can't do that."
"Why not?" Keiss leaned over the table, arms crossed, "Isn't that why we're meting now? To sign the contract?"
"That is…why we were meting…however, the High Commander-"
"Why did you talk about this with him?" Keiss smacked the table. "You guaranteed me this contract. You said so through our mail correspondence!" He dug into his pockets and pulled out a letter. Right here! Is this not from you!" The Selkie youth tossed a paper onto the table. "It says right there that you and I had a deal! We'd meet for me to sign the papers for the materials transport. You're guarantee-"
"Means nothing to High Commander Jegran," the lieutenant picked up the letter he wrote. "When I told him I found a contractor to assist in the mission he began asking questions. He had doubts….specially about that contractor being…well being a Selkie."
Keiss gave a half hearted smirk, "So, the High Commander's doubts lie in my race? I could easily make a fuss about this in a few newspapers and-"
"He'll counter and argue you lack the experience."
"The experience!" Keiss leaned back and crossed his arms. "I've done tons of mercenary work. How can he say that?"
The lieutenant leaned back in his own chair as well, "You do have a lot of experience, but not for this kind of high end work. It's dangerous, extremely so. These are the High Commander's pet projects. I'm sorry Keiss, but he needs proof the people I hire can handle it."
The red haired Selkie rubbed the back of his head, "Fine. I'll get more experience. The next time the High Commander needs work done, I'll be the first person he calls." He stood up quickly from the table, but the lieutenant called out to him.
"A partner would also look good on your resume." The boy turned around, "Find a partner. A good one. To cover your weaknesses."
"Heh," he waved half heartedly over his shoulder, "Selkies work solo. No partnership will last."
"Then you'll never get a government contract." The lieutenant picked up his menu and started to read. He was half way down the appetizers list when it suddenly disappeared from his view and were replaced with a set of red glaring eyes.
"Alright, and where do you suggest I get this partner?" Keiss smiled, in the most cynical manner he could manage.
"That is IT!" People scattered in a hurry. Some, too dense to realize loud noises meant trouble, to the fight and some away from it. The disturbance had been going on for about three minutes now in the downtown streets. Two Clavat males arguing on the side street. Usually guards would come running at the slightest problem, but there weren't many guards down here. In the lower streets, only the poorest folks gathered; them and the adventuring types.
The streets here were lined with low rent inns, taverns, and bars. Makeshift guild halls and places to meet those offering work of all kinds. Around here, the adventures and mercenaries and thieves gathered. It wasn't unusual to see people argue, or for fights to turn violent. But then again every metropolis had its underbelly.
"This is the end; I'm out of here!" The younger of the two arguing Clavat's turned and started to storm off down the street. People barely stepped aside as he went by, brushing up against his puffed up white coat. But they jumped back when the other man followed him, he's clownish face and hair would have normally made anyone laugh, but the eerie red crystal eye he possessed that seem to create a crack running along his face made everyone think twice before looking at him.
"Hey, Layle, stop!" The clownish Clavat cried out.
"Why?" the other asked without turning around. "Nothing you could say is going to convince me to do one more job with you." Layle stood with his hands in his jacket pockets. Anyone looking at him from the front could see the disinterest in his face, but just from listening to his voice, you could hear a tinge of anger. Though he was keeping it under control.
"Is that so? And what are you going to do without me?" The older Clavat came and stood behind Layle; he wore the cloak of a pilgrim, and under that, the boring black robes of a Clavat from the snowfields. "No ones going to hire you. You're a punk. Inexperienced. You need me."
"No, Blaze," Layle turned around and pointed, "You need me. You're terrible at any job you take on that isn't brute force. You need brains; that's what I've got. You need me." He turned back around and started to walk off. His former partner called after him, threatened him, cursed him. But he kept walking. He wasn't going to let it bother him.
No his mind was on to bigger things now. No more dealing with a fool like Blaze, couldn't even do the simplest of task without burning something to the ground. He was power tripping all the time. Layle didn't have time for that sort of foolishness. Not to mention how much of their pay Blaze always kept for himself, as he was 'the master' and deserved a bigger cut. He almost laughed to himself about that. Eight months ago he believed that nonsense. What a fool he had been right?
No, he had to stop. No more focusing on the past. He had to start planning his next move. As much as he hated to admit it, Blaze was right. Even if Layle had his powers under control, he would still need a partner, and one with a good history in the business if he wanted to get a good job. True he could just work his way from the bottom up, but that would mean making less than what he made now. And doing a ton of boring jobs.
And besides the idiocy of other people, being bored was the one thing Layle couldn't stand. So finding an experienced partner was top priority. And preferably one that was not a crystal bearer.
Never make the same mistake twice.
The taverns were the best places to find a partner. Keiss already knew this. But how to find a partner with whom he could work for and extended amount of time? And one to offset his weaknesses? He didn't have many, even Spinosa admitted to that. Stealthy, well informed, a good fighter, a quick thinker…what couldn't he do? He stopped and came to rest with his hands over his head and leaning on one foot.
Lt. Spinosa had suggested the Padarak Tavern, as several 'unusual types' as he put it gathered there. And the closer Keiss got to his destination, the more he realized he hated this idea. The last person he asked for directions to this place responded in the most disheartening way.
'Why? You're not a Crystal Bearer…are you?'
"Really, does he really think I need someone like that to watch my back? They're more trouble than help." The red haired Selkie looked up at the sign across the street. An old painted sign read 'Pa-arak –vern' scrawled in a faded green paint. Outside a few other Selkies gathered with their girls, most likely up to no good. Others hurried by and didn't even look at the place, as if it wasn't there at all. This already did not look pleasant. Keiss pat his sides, double checking the throwing knives he his in clothes.
He was all set to find his new partner.
Inside the tavern, it was fairly busy. At least fifteen people were gathered inside. Three at a table to the right, Clavats, male. One large, female one-eyed Lilty bartender. Two Lilties and one Selkie at the bar stools, all male again. Two desperate Clavat ladies at the table next to the door. Four gathered at the table in the middle of the room, two male Clavats, one female Lilty, and one male Selkie. And one lone Clavat in the furthest corner, whit his feet up on a table. They all stopped to stare at him as he walked in the door.
Keiss quickly took in his surroundings and measured up the other patrons. Fourteen scrubs, and one hefty bartender. Normally he would say he could handle it solo, however, as others turned their heads or raised their hands he caught glimpses of crystal embedded in skin. So without a fuss, he approached the bar and pulled up a stool.
"One rainbow juice," Keiss dropped a few gil on the counter and glanced to the Lilties to his left. The one closest to him cracked his knuckles. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of glasses, but Keiss could sense he was glaring at him, sizing him up. The bartender put his drink down in front of him. The Selkie mercenary picked it up and curled his lip at the obvious filth on the edge of the glass.
"That's a pretty fruity drink, Selkie," The shades wearing Lilty spoke up.
"Selkies are always drinking that rainbow-shit," the second Lilty at the bar spoke up. "They all dress like one big rainbow, they're all probably fruits." The two men laughed.
"Hey watch it," The Selkie at the table said, "Or I'll dice you onions up." The girls in the corner laughed. "Let the punk drink what he wants."
"Ha!" The Lilty woman at the table laughed, "What's he doing here anyway? Hey kiddie are you lost?"
Keiss sipped his drink. Rainbow juice really wasn't all that potent compared to some other alcoholic drinks. That's why Selkie's drank so much of it. It was basically their water. Everyone drank it. The only time it ever really made anyone drunk is when they were under the age of eight. Ah, walking the tight rope circuit at night, intoxicated on his six birthday was the best memory everyone else told him about.
"Let him alone," the Selkie at the bar spoke up, "It's no crime to drink here!"
"Psht- But here is our place, and we have a right to refuse to let him sit."
Keiss lowered his drink and smirked to himself. He could feel the presence of the Lilties gathering behind him. They taunted him while the Clavats jeered form the distance. "Look, I'm not looking for trouble," He slowly turned around in his bar stool, "And neither are you."
"Heh! Listen to this young punk!" one of the Clavats at the table spoke up. "You're the one in trouble kid, we at Padarak only let a select few drink here. You're not one of those few."
"Yeah," The shades wearing Lilty spoke up, now leaning right into Keiss' face. "You gotta be one of us!" He removed the glove from his right hand and held it up. The back of his palm all the way up to knuckles glittered in blue crystal. The Lilty next to him chuckled ran his tongue along his lips. The left over saliva highlighted the crystal edges of his lips. And just beyond them he could see the rest of the Lilty and Clavat patrons showing off their crystallized skin.
'Freaks…' he thought for a moment, before casually running his fingers through his locks. "What about those other Selkies? They're not Bearers."
"Heh, we invited them in," one of the Clavat's from the table spoke up. "Or they proved themselves worthy to drink here."
"Well, you're in luck," Keiss stood up, "I don't want to drink in this dirty little bar."
"Hey!" The bartender grunted out.
The Selkie ignored her, "I came here because I was told I could find a partner here." The chatter in the room dropped off. All of its occupants were staring at him now, save for that one Clavat in the corner. He hadn't moved once. Keiss smiled, "I was told if I came down to Padarak Tavern, I could find…a bearer, or two, who may be interested in a mercenary gig."
"Ha!" The Lilty bearer with the crystal palm laughed, "And you were expecting what? That one of us would work with you, you scrub!" The rest of the lot laughed.
"Hey kid," one of the two female Clavat's stood up; she had seen better days, "This ain't the place for little boys to be runnin' around making deals. This is a place for adults! Little Selkie's should run home before you get in over your head."
"Yeah," The other woman spoke up, she took a long drag of her gourd potato beer, "You best be heading out, before we throw you out."
The group around the bar laughed, Keiss' lips twitched in annoyance. "Really now?" He stood up, "Is that really how you all act to anyone who comes by with a business proposition."
"Whoa!" One of the Selkies spoke up, "Listen to Mr. High and Mighty!" The room laughed again.
Keiss slammed his hands on the counter, "Crystal Bearers!" They all turned to him, "And you lot of idiots!" He pointed at the Selkies, "All of you are too stupid and full of yourselves to know a good thing when it kicks you in the face!" He pushed off the bar, and scoffed. "And to think I thought, any of you had any good sense or real talent."
He pushed his way through the offended patrons. One of them reached out to grab him. The Selkie man pulled out his knife on Keiss. "Hold on their kiddie! You expect us to just let you leave."
The young mercenary yanked his arm back, "Hah! I doubt you arrogant slummers could stop me."
The Lilty with the crystal palm stepped forward. "Kid, you just picked the wrong group of people to insult." The crystal bearers and thieving Selkies stood up and surrounded Keiss. He looked around and smirked, counting off his opponents. Thirteen total, the bartender stayed behind her counter, and the one Clavat in the corner remained stationed. In fact, Keiss was sure he had covered his eyes with shaded goggles. Whatever, that punk in the corner was clearly out of the fight.
Keiss shifted his feet and smiled. "I'll walk out of here, unscathed." The crowd laughed.
"We'll see about that!" one of the Selkie's from behind rushed forward. Without turning to face them, Keiss stepped to the side as he felt their body draw close. A hand holding a blade shot out by his right. He grabbed his unsuspecting attacker and flipped them into the bar. As he stood up ready for the next blow, he reached into the flaps of his leg covering and pulled out three throwing knives.
As he stoop up strait, the Lilty with the crystal lips was the first person his eyes fell on. They smirked, before putting their lips together and blowing. Suddenly, the area before the Lilty whipped up into a whirlwind. Keiss held his arm over his eyes. 'An aero spell…' Out the corner of his eye, he saw one of the makeup smeared Clavat ladies rushing at him, a long hat pin clutched in her hand. He turned to face her while the raging wind spell started to drag him and others in. He tossed on knife at her; it snagged on her gaudy bracelets and yanked her back. She landed with a thud onto the ground, the knife held her in place on the floor.
However, just by her, another bearer was getting ready to attack. One of the Clavat men, tossed a fireball at Keiss. He leaned back and let it pass over head. It collided with the wind bearer, sending their vortex, out of control. It spun around the room until it knocked over a few tables and a few of his attackers on their ass. He turned to the fire bearer. They were shooting off another fireball. Smaller one, aimed right at his chest.
Keiss reached out and flipped the nearest table up in front of him. The ball of fire connected with the wood and it cracked and pooped. Upon hearing the sound, he stood up from his shield and tossed another weapon. It connected with the bearers hand, and pierced through. The man dropped to his knees yelling. As he savored his victory he suddenly felt the ground move under him. Immediately he shot up and the ground shifted. He landed with a thud on his side and dropped his third knife. In a slight daze, he rolled over to see a Clavat and a Selkie standing over him with weapons, posed to bring them down on his chest. As they came barreling down, Keiss dug into his clothing again and pulled out a hand gun. He fired twice before the weapons were even halfway to him.
His two attackers fell back to avoid the bullets. Keiss rolled over and turned. He shot at their ankles and dropped them to the floor. As they fell, the floor once again shifted and he felt himself flung upward. This time he tucked his body into a ball and landed on his feet. He turned around and spotted the Lilty with the crystal palm, they were one shifting the ground.
"An Earth Bearer? Easy." He aimed for their shoulder, but before he could get a shot off, he was knocked in the side of his head by a wave of water. The Selkie mercenary stumbled, and shook his head. The second Clavat woman was firing off globs of water at him. Keiss rolled forward, into oncoming mound of earth. He crouched and hung onto the moving ground. As the crystal palmed Lilty tried to shake him off, Keiss pulled out his second round of throwing knives, and threw them dead ahead.
The controller of earth pulled slab of rock through the floor to shield himself. Once he heard the knives connect with the stone he lowered it, ready to strike again at the insolent Selkie. Only to find the boy gone and the water controlling Clavat knocked out on the table across from him. He scanned the room and saw the other bearers already down or pinned. How'd that Selkie take them out so fast? He scanned the room slowly, spotting the bartender, still standing, cleaning off her counter top and the young Clavat who and come in a few hours ago seeming taking a nap in the corner.
Just as he turned his head to the left, he heard a clicking sound.
"Don't move." The earth controller froze. "Now as you can see I've already taken care of the other twelve. You bearers aren't as tough as I heard."
"Heh, you're awfully good kid."
"Have to be for my kind of work…" He looked around the room and saw some of his floored attackers getting up. "Alright! Let's try this again! I have a job! Twenty-thousand gil up front! And I require a partner! Who's interested!"
"Tw-twenty thousand?" The Clavat woman pinned to the ground by a throwing knife sat up so quickly she nearly jerked her arm out of its socket.
"That's some pretty decent coin," a Selkie spoke up. "Why didn't you say so in the first place?"
Keiss scoffed, "Maybe if you all took your heads out of your asses and listened to me!" He sighed. "Look, after what I just saw, I'm sure you all are considered 'talented' but honestly I'd rather handle this solo." Keiss tucked his hand gun away and started to walk out.
"He-hey! Wait!" The earth controlling Lilty spoke up. "If you need a partner, then why not take me? I'm experienced, and can handle myself. Hell I'm practically the leader her-"
"HEY!" The water controller spoke up. "The leader my ass! Look kid, you should take me, I've been around the block more than this guys ever had to drink!"
"No!" The Lilty with the power over air spoke up. Suddenly there was a growing outcry of who was the best partner for Keiss' job. The Selkie mercenary covered his ears. 'What a bunch of children! This will never work.' He grimaced to himself.
"Look," Keiss said with a slight shrug, "Uh, you all certainly could do some good to someone but I only want one partner. And that might as well be the best…" He looked the room over. "So I guess that's you, Earth Mover." The crystal palmed Lilty cheered and turned to Keiss.
"You won't regret it, kid, this partnership is going to-"
"-Suck."
Everyone in the room turned their head. The young Clavat whom had been quietly sitting in the corner finally spoke up. He had barely moved during the entire fight, and most thought he was passed out. He had been sitting in the corner now for over two hours. Just sitting. He hadn't even had anything to drink. Actually most of them forgot he was there.
"What did you just say punk?" The Lilty asked.
The young Clavat lowered his feet, lowered his tinted goggles to reveal blue eyes and ran his fingers through short blond hair. "I said that partner ship would suck." He stood up and looked around the room. "You said you wanted the best right, Selkie? So why settle for a bunch of run of the mill punks you can beat single-handedly?"
Keiss took a few steps forward and sized up this person. He seemed fairly unassuming. A lean frame, about his height, maybe a little less; defiantly a year or two younger than him. He hardly felt weary at all of the young man, in fact he only kept his guard up because he could see a sliver of clear crystal in the boy's right cheek. He walked up, one hand in his pocket, and came to stand a few feet from Keiss.
"Hmn," The mercenary crossed his arms and looked the Clavat over, "While you make a valid point…why should I listen to you?"
The Clavat smirked, "Simple, because I am the best."
The Lilty in line to be Keiss's partner laughed. "You! The best! We've never even seen you round here before!"
"Yeah, because I normally don't hang out around dumps." After that statement the rest of the crowd started to mutter amongst themselves. "Look," The boy held up his hands, "I understand the complaints, and the doubts, but here me out."
Keiss nodded, "Alright, what makes you the best."
The blond Clavat smirked, it was the first time Keiss saw the boys face make any kind of indication of amusement. "Simple," He said, "Crystal Bearers who can control the elements are common. And their skills are limited."
"Hey!" One of the ladies spoke up, "Limited? I freeze things punk. I can stop anyone in their tracks with my ice powers! And my sister-"
"Shoots water. Fascinating. But boring. In a heated environment, you two are useless. And that air guy, a waste of time. I'll admit, Rocky's powers are useful, a bit. But face it, they're still limited. If you really want the best, you want a power you want a partner you can keep long term. Someone who's power is best for any situation."
Keiss shifted on his feet. That is what he needed. "And what makes you think you can provide that?"
"Simple," the Clavat held up his hand, Keiss watched as an eerie blue light incased his hands, "My powers can control anything." The Clavat turned his hand down, and before anyone could question what he meant, suddenly anything, and anyone not nailed to the floor felt themselves shoot up off the ground. Even Keiss shouted in excitement. The Clavat laughed and dropped them back on the ground.
"Psht!" The crystal palmed Lilty spoke up, "You're not so hot!" He swung out his hand and sent a hunk of rock flying at the young Clavat. Keiss watched as the other lifted his hand and stopped the rock in midair. The boy flicked his wrist and sent the rock flying back at its owner. As if an unseen signal had gone off suddenly all the bearers in the room rushed the new comer.
Before he could say anything, Keiss could see the blond Clavat was all ready on the defense. His power really did give him an advantage. He lifted the nearest person and threw them across the room into two other bearers with his right hand. With his left hand he stopped a projectile in mid air and sent it back where it came from. Again the ground shook and the Lilty attempted to knock the boy off his feet. However, again the boys power's saved him, he caught himself and mid are and rolled back onto his feet.
The Clavat stood and lifted the Lilty off the ground; he tossed him into the bar. The bartender casually stepped to the side to avoid the flying body. "Anybody else?" The boy asked. The rest of the patrons backed up and looked around.
"Gravity," Keiss lips turned upward. He knew opportunity when it knocked, and it was breaking down his front door. He had heard of all kinds of bearers, and that every so often there were ones with unique or odd powers. A Clavat who could control gravity, the ideas it sparked in his head, he couldn't hide that telltale feline Selkie smile. "That's a great power to have."
The Clavat nodded to him. "If you're interested in striking a partnership, meet me outside." Keiss watched as the other walked away…Baggy jacket, tight pants…an interesting choice of clothing. The Selkie mercenary turned to the rest of the bar, and shrugged.
"Sorry everyone, I believe I found what I came for."
As Keiss headed out the others picked themselves up off the floor. The bartender who had been quiet the whole time finally spoke up, "Alright, you know the rules. Loser's pay for damages. Empty your pockets, all ya'."
A/N: That's one for now...I have a lot of this written already, but I write such long entries, I'll just post them up spaced out.
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