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yukieHahaha I'm still being a self-serving punkass. Gonk.
Title: Yami he no Inori
Fandom: Benighted-Kupopolis AU Wondersmush. of Doom. From Mars. IN TECHNICOLOUR!
Characters: Vicky and a certain Sorceress's Heartless
Rating: 14A for innuendo and weird metaphysics.
Warnings: I'm still being self-serving! XD *cough* Some potentially disturbing happenings, though nothing explicitly sexual or whatever. If the drawing of the Black Rose Duelists' swords eeked you, it's best to skip this. And, as ever, typos.
Summary: A formal invitation to the game is extended. The nature of hearts is a curious thing.
Notes: THIS WOMAN. IS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE. Yeah I know I'm being a huge barge hound on Sydney's level but the bunny had sharp pointy teeth.
***
It's when Vicky steps outside the club seeking cooler air that everything goes right to hell. She's not in the alley, she's in the park across the road from the club in full view of the security staff at the door when something - she's not sure what - grabs her right arm, wrenches it up behind her back and squashes her between itself and the tree. Vicky snarls and tries to shove backward, planting her foot up the trunk a bit for leverage. it works; she and the assailant go staggering backward, and land in a heap on the grass. Vicky immediately tries to pin them, and there's furious grappling.
The scuffle ends when the assailant punches her in the bosom. Vicky yelps in pain and swipes madly at them, claws out; they use that momentum to roll the two of them over again. She ends up being sat on, but at least the assailant has to use both hands to pin her wrists.
"What in FUCK do you want?" hisses Vicky, planting her feet and preparing to eject this asshat violently.
She freezes, though, when she gets a look at the attacker's face.
It - she - is a woman. Her skin's pale and oddly luminous in the light from the streetlamp; her hair and eyes are perfectly black. There's no reflection of the light off either. She's beautiful, to be certain - long eyelashes, a slightly skijump nose, full lips...well, the smile they're curled into isn't really appealing.
"Oh hey," she says, and she has an unexpectedly sweet voice. "You really are cute. I can completely see why Xav keeps going to visit you. I mean, even if you weren't it wouldn't matter, personality really does count...but being cute helps."
Vicky stares. 'You know him?" Is that him? Was that his name? Vicky can't recall a damn of it but it sounds familiar and the almost-memory itches her consciousness like an old mosquito bite.
"Uh-huh. I work with him." The woman leans down so she's almost nose to nose with Vicky, her long hair veiling both of them. "I'm actually his second in command." She flutters her lashes, and goes on in a tiny cute voice. "Guildy doesn't wike it though. He gets vewy vewy angy when I wemind him. Poor poor Guildy." Back to normal: "I heard he took it out on you - but you probably don't remember that, do you?
"...No. I don't."
"Oooh. Did I make you angry too?" That's mocking, but not contemptful.
"No - yes - it's not you. Your reminding me pissed me off but the fact that it was done at all - that - Xav did that - " That must be his name, even though it's a foreign one to her memory right now. "That's worse."
"You trusted him." The woman tilts her head slightly. "That's funny. You're not the kind who charms easily. I mean, don't get me wrong, I know you're not stuuuupid, he could charm blood out of a stone. But you see through bullshit like it was a clean window, don't you. That's why I did it this way instead of trying to be some kind of devious, stealthy assassin-imitator like Guildy likely would have. Though he wouldn't have done this. He doesn't even know I'm gone, and neither does Xav, yet."
Vicky squirms a bit. The woman's got cold hands. "What does that have to do with me beyond the fact that the man who did things to my memory is your employer?"
"Nothing much of anything."
"Then what do you want?"
"To make things a little more interesting. It's extremely slow around the dread citadel of vile darkness and inevitable death and doom and lost hope and more doom or what-the-shit-ever. I was bored. So I thought I'd come and see who it is that got Xav so intrigued."
"Well, now you've seen me. And punched me in the rack and sat on me. So now what?"
The woman's not listening to Vicky any more. She appears to be staring at Vicky's breasts.
Good LORD and LADY and argh. "You didn't DENT them if that's what you think - "
"Good thing, too, they're nice boobs." The woman snerks. "I'm just kind of bemused - you've got a pretty strong heart. It's been through a lot and so have you. And you have the right kind of an attitude for it to have formed."
"For what?" Vicky's horribly unnerved for some reason. "What - formed what? I don't understand what you're talking about."
The woman goes on, half to herself. "They're not as rare as people think, you know. everyone's got the potential to have one. You just have to live a certain way to really forge it properly. Otherwise it just breaks. Hurts like a bitch, but it doesn't do any lasting harm. That's another stupid superstition."
"What breaks!?" Vicky's starting to get horribly unnerved, and she cannot shake this woman off. Oh, hell shit.
The woman's fast; she grabs Vicky's sleeves and uses those to pin her arms over her head, and her free hand wanders down to rest on Vicky's breastbone.
Vicky FLINCHES. "What." Her throat's gone dry. The woman's hands are frigid. "What are you. What. Don't--"
To her mind's eye this woman is a bizarre tangle of regret and anger and resentment and passion and desire - desire overriding everything else. She's hungry for something and Vicky can't give it.
Dying is going to hurt. Vicky's SURE of it. it's going to be painful and possibly slow. Hopefully the woman'll leave her be when it's done, and not wait for her to rouse.
The woman doesn't just imitate that sakura-blossom assassin from the comics, though. There's no hand-through-the-chest antics, nothing piercing Vicky's heart. She keeps her hand where it is, and starts murmuring something in that half-familiar language. Vicky catches something that sounds like 'gylda' before a sharp, strange sensation that she can't exactly call pain lances through her chest.
Her heart - ? What the hell's going on?
The woman's smiling. "Ohh. I was right. It's there. No one's ever touched it before have they? Well. I'll be gentle since I'm your first."
"Don't - aaiiihh - " Vicky wants to scream but all she can manage is airless little squeaking sounds. Oh good sweet gods this is - it's painful, yes, horribly so, but there's also a disturbing sense of euphoria coming fast on the heels of the pain. Vicky bites her lip and thrashes hard, but the woman doesn't move -
And there's brilliant light, white edged in violet, and Vicky isn't wholly sure where that's coming from. The source seems to be under the woman's hand. What's she doing? This doesn't feel like a death curse. it doesn't feel like attack magic or malevolent energy at all. It feels more like - more like something's being pulled from her. Reverse-stabbing.
The woman draws her hand upward sharply, and the pain and the bizarre ecstasy this elicits is ridiculous. All she can see is that white-violet light, and she thinks she's screaming, and she wonders why no one's DOING anything, surely the security staff have to hear her or something.
Then after one last burst of agony, it's done. Vicky lolls on the grass, gasping for breath and feeling like she's either just run a marathon or - or - what in hell is the woman holding?
it looks like an oversized, old-fashioned door key. About the size of her practice sword. it's silver, filigreed. Where the hell did it come from?
The woman's holding it delicately, respectfully.
"See? I told you I'd be gentle with it."
"What is that?" Vicky feels dizzy and spent.
"A keyblade. Yours. The Kindred call these things Heart's Swords, and that's not a bad name either." She's examining it now the way one would a locked jewellery box. "it's yours either way. Even if I ran away with it, you'd get it back. If I snapped it in two - well, yeah, it'd hurt you like bitch, buuuut I think I've given you enough of that for a month. it'd just reform itself in you anyhow. You can draw it any time. It is yours, after all."
"How did that even fit..." It's utterly ludicrous, really, the idea that a three-foot-long key somehow got drawn out of her heart.
But it makes a frightening amount of sense.
She's heard stories about things like this after all. A weapon that's the manifestation of the wielder's heart. Dawn's sword and Dusk's lantern-staff are supposed to be that. A weapon that's forged out of one's soul... There are tales of old-school magae and magi who were said to "bring forth their hearts' blades" and run ripshit. Vicky was never sure what that meant. Now she thinks she knows.
The woman hands it to her, then snerks as Vicky utterly fails to grab it. She presses the hilt into Vicky's palm and curls her nerveless fingers around it. "...You'd look as if you were leaping down form on high to kick my ass if we weren't horizontal."
She leans forward again to peer into Vicky's eyes.
"So. What do you remember now?"
"His name is Xavier."
"And?"
"He's an incomplete avatar. I think. Something like that. Something spoke through him. After that happened he changed my memory."
"He thought it was for your own good. But" - the woman kisses Vicky's forehead, and gets an indignant squawk - "he's kind of dense about things like that. Poking around in heads can only work so much, you know? Eventually the paling wears off and you end up with pissed off tiny maga women tear-assing through dimensions to kick you in the junk and stab your moronic lady-hatin' hench-dick. And while I wouldn't care if you did the latter, the former - it isn't such a great idea. but I bet you can't not do it. Not with a heart like that."
Vicky can hold the key for herself now. it's warm in her hand, and feels alive.
"But you've earned the right. I can't say 'oh you got no business comin' round no one invited you bitch bitch bitch' because Xav was the one who made the contact. He reached out first. He decided you were interesting. He could have ignored the effect you had on what he wanted to do and let Roland whine his idiotic head off. But he didn't. He came to you. So that means you're involved. And, you know, maybe you'll go to him. You have a way now."
She curls her hand around Vicky's hand holding the key.
"Maybe you won't make it for the big showdown, but you'll make it for something. You can't not. You won't settle."
She gets off Vicky and, strangely, helps her to her feet.
'I'm kinda tempted to take you with me now, you know. But Guildy would bitch his head off and probably try to get in your face, and you're not ready for that yet. So I'll leave you alone for a bit. Let you get used to that thing. And I think I'll see you again- whether it's because I came back to you or you came to me or Xavier."
Vicky just stands there, looking from the woman to the key and back.
"You have every business being involved. And so's your brother - and if I were you I'd go check on him because if you're as close as it felt like, he's gonna be feeling that too."
Vicky almost drops the key. "Jeremiah--"
"He's as fine as you are."
"I'm not 'fine'!"
The woman looks her over, and says impishly, "I beg to differ." Over the sound of Vicky's spluttering, she says, 'I'll see you again. Go check on your big brother - and you don't have to carry that all the time, you can dismiss it and summon it whenever you want now. I brought it out, and now that you're aware of it, you can use it. Aren't I fabulous?"
Vicky makes a noncommittal noise.
The woman beams at her. "Until we meet again, then. Hopefully Rollllaaaand will be dead by then so I really can abscond with you." A smirk now. "You'd probably like the way I did it."
Vicky flushes bright pink. "Oh, knock it OFF - "
The woman laughs, and says, "I'll make sure that everything matches your collar, since it's cute."
"Ev--what--?"
The woman waves cutely to her, then steps into the shadows of a tree and abruptly isn't there.
Vicky stares after her a log while. Her cell-phone ringing makes her jump a foot and shriek. oh, NOW the security guards are awake. 'i'm fine--" she calls, and answers. 'Hello - Jer?"
Jer sounds like she feels. "Vicky, I just passed out on the kitchen floor while I was in the very...very early stages of trying to make chai, and when I regained consciousness, Bogart had drunk all the spilt milk, and there was a giant fuckoff key in front of me - and it's still in front of me. Either I hit my head very hard or some intense fuckery has taken place."
"The latter. I. I'm coming home. There was fuckery. it's done for now? I'm coming home..." She pauses as Sidonie barrels out of the club looking terrified and rippingly pissed. "I'm coming home right now actually - I'll see you in a bit...?"
Jer makes a queasy sound. "I'll see you. With some fucking potent tea."
No sooner has she hung up then Sidonie attaches! Sidonie's hugs are legendary, and Vicky's grateful for the warmth and support of her best friend's arms. "Sid. I'm okay."
Sidonie mumbles into her hair, "I knew something happened when you didn't come back in, but I couldn't get outside, Something wouldn't let me. Or ANYONE. Some fucking...grabby shadow thing, I don't know what the fuck, it went all batshit in there, like, FUCK..." She mutters something in French; Vicky catches 'calisse de saint-cibiore' and knows Sidonie's furious. "I'm taking you home."
"Jer says there'll be tea when we get there..."
"Is there something to spike it with?" Sidonie looks hopeful. Big eyes. "Normally I don't do that, but, I mean, tonight? Grabbing shadows? You holding a giant key - I need fucking alcohol, vice be damned."
"I'm not judging. I was thinking the same damn thing."
"...Why the fuck have you got a giant key?"
"I'll try to explain when I'm less sober, because it'll make more sense then."
***
I'm a nong XD Also, Sidonie's nickname sounds to the anglo ear like "Seehd" so there's no confusing between her and certain prophets XD
Title: Yami he no Inori
Fandom: Benighted-Kupopolis AU Wondersmush. of Doom. From Mars. IN TECHNICOLOUR!
Characters: Vicky and a certain Sorceress's Heartless
Rating: 14A for innuendo and weird metaphysics.
Warnings: I'm still being self-serving! XD *cough* Some potentially disturbing happenings, though nothing explicitly sexual or whatever. If the drawing of the Black Rose Duelists' swords eeked you, it's best to skip this. And, as ever, typos.
Summary: A formal invitation to the game is extended. The nature of hearts is a curious thing.
Notes: THIS WOMAN. IS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE. Yeah I know I'm being a huge barge hound on Sydney's level but the bunny had sharp pointy teeth.
***
It's when Vicky steps outside the club seeking cooler air that everything goes right to hell. She's not in the alley, she's in the park across the road from the club in full view of the security staff at the door when something - she's not sure what - grabs her right arm, wrenches it up behind her back and squashes her between itself and the tree. Vicky snarls and tries to shove backward, planting her foot up the trunk a bit for leverage. it works; she and the assailant go staggering backward, and land in a heap on the grass. Vicky immediately tries to pin them, and there's furious grappling.
The scuffle ends when the assailant punches her in the bosom. Vicky yelps in pain and swipes madly at them, claws out; they use that momentum to roll the two of them over again. She ends up being sat on, but at least the assailant has to use both hands to pin her wrists.
"What in FUCK do you want?" hisses Vicky, planting her feet and preparing to eject this asshat violently.
She freezes, though, when she gets a look at the attacker's face.
It - she - is a woman. Her skin's pale and oddly luminous in the light from the streetlamp; her hair and eyes are perfectly black. There's no reflection of the light off either. She's beautiful, to be certain - long eyelashes, a slightly skijump nose, full lips...well, the smile they're curled into isn't really appealing.
"Oh hey," she says, and she has an unexpectedly sweet voice. "You really are cute. I can completely see why Xav keeps going to visit you. I mean, even if you weren't it wouldn't matter, personality really does count...but being cute helps."
Vicky stares. 'You know him?" Is that him? Was that his name? Vicky can't recall a damn of it but it sounds familiar and the almost-memory itches her consciousness like an old mosquito bite.
"Uh-huh. I work with him." The woman leans down so she's almost nose to nose with Vicky, her long hair veiling both of them. "I'm actually his second in command." She flutters her lashes, and goes on in a tiny cute voice. "Guildy doesn't wike it though. He gets vewy vewy angy when I wemind him. Poor poor Guildy." Back to normal: "I heard he took it out on you - but you probably don't remember that, do you?
"...No. I don't."
"Oooh. Did I make you angry too?" That's mocking, but not contemptful.
"No - yes - it's not you. Your reminding me pissed me off but the fact that it was done at all - that - Xav did that - " That must be his name, even though it's a foreign one to her memory right now. "That's worse."
"You trusted him." The woman tilts her head slightly. "That's funny. You're not the kind who charms easily. I mean, don't get me wrong, I know you're not stuuuupid, he could charm blood out of a stone. But you see through bullshit like it was a clean window, don't you. That's why I did it this way instead of trying to be some kind of devious, stealthy assassin-imitator like Guildy likely would have. Though he wouldn't have done this. He doesn't even know I'm gone, and neither does Xav, yet."
Vicky squirms a bit. The woman's got cold hands. "What does that have to do with me beyond the fact that the man who did things to my memory is your employer?"
"Nothing much of anything."
"Then what do you want?"
"To make things a little more interesting. It's extremely slow around the dread citadel of vile darkness and inevitable death and doom and lost hope and more doom or what-the-shit-ever. I was bored. So I thought I'd come and see who it is that got Xav so intrigued."
"Well, now you've seen me. And punched me in the rack and sat on me. So now what?"
The woman's not listening to Vicky any more. She appears to be staring at Vicky's breasts.
Good LORD and LADY and argh. "You didn't DENT them if that's what you think - "
"Good thing, too, they're nice boobs." The woman snerks. "I'm just kind of bemused - you've got a pretty strong heart. It's been through a lot and so have you. And you have the right kind of an attitude for it to have formed."
"For what?" Vicky's horribly unnerved for some reason. "What - formed what? I don't understand what you're talking about."
The woman goes on, half to herself. "They're not as rare as people think, you know. everyone's got the potential to have one. You just have to live a certain way to really forge it properly. Otherwise it just breaks. Hurts like a bitch, but it doesn't do any lasting harm. That's another stupid superstition."
"What breaks!?" Vicky's starting to get horribly unnerved, and she cannot shake this woman off. Oh, hell shit.
The woman's fast; she grabs Vicky's sleeves and uses those to pin her arms over her head, and her free hand wanders down to rest on Vicky's breastbone.
Vicky FLINCHES. "What." Her throat's gone dry. The woman's hands are frigid. "What are you. What. Don't--"
To her mind's eye this woman is a bizarre tangle of regret and anger and resentment and passion and desire - desire overriding everything else. She's hungry for something and Vicky can't give it.
Dying is going to hurt. Vicky's SURE of it. it's going to be painful and possibly slow. Hopefully the woman'll leave her be when it's done, and not wait for her to rouse.
The woman doesn't just imitate that sakura-blossom assassin from the comics, though. There's no hand-through-the-chest antics, nothing piercing Vicky's heart. She keeps her hand where it is, and starts murmuring something in that half-familiar language. Vicky catches something that sounds like 'gylda' before a sharp, strange sensation that she can't exactly call pain lances through her chest.
Her heart - ? What the hell's going on?
The woman's smiling. "Ohh. I was right. It's there. No one's ever touched it before have they? Well. I'll be gentle since I'm your first."
"Don't - aaiiihh - " Vicky wants to scream but all she can manage is airless little squeaking sounds. Oh good sweet gods this is - it's painful, yes, horribly so, but there's also a disturbing sense of euphoria coming fast on the heels of the pain. Vicky bites her lip and thrashes hard, but the woman doesn't move -
And there's brilliant light, white edged in violet, and Vicky isn't wholly sure where that's coming from. The source seems to be under the woman's hand. What's she doing? This doesn't feel like a death curse. it doesn't feel like attack magic or malevolent energy at all. It feels more like - more like something's being pulled from her. Reverse-stabbing.
The woman draws her hand upward sharply, and the pain and the bizarre ecstasy this elicits is ridiculous. All she can see is that white-violet light, and she thinks she's screaming, and she wonders why no one's DOING anything, surely the security staff have to hear her or something.
Then after one last burst of agony, it's done. Vicky lolls on the grass, gasping for breath and feeling like she's either just run a marathon or - or - what in hell is the woman holding?
it looks like an oversized, old-fashioned door key. About the size of her practice sword. it's silver, filigreed. Where the hell did it come from?
The woman's holding it delicately, respectfully.
"See? I told you I'd be gentle with it."
"What is that?" Vicky feels dizzy and spent.
"A keyblade. Yours. The Kindred call these things Heart's Swords, and that's not a bad name either." She's examining it now the way one would a locked jewellery box. "it's yours either way. Even if I ran away with it, you'd get it back. If I snapped it in two - well, yeah, it'd hurt you like bitch, buuuut I think I've given you enough of that for a month. it'd just reform itself in you anyhow. You can draw it any time. It is yours, after all."
"How did that even fit..." It's utterly ludicrous, really, the idea that a three-foot-long key somehow got drawn out of her heart.
But it makes a frightening amount of sense.
She's heard stories about things like this after all. A weapon that's the manifestation of the wielder's heart. Dawn's sword and Dusk's lantern-staff are supposed to be that. A weapon that's forged out of one's soul... There are tales of old-school magae and magi who were said to "bring forth their hearts' blades" and run ripshit. Vicky was never sure what that meant. Now she thinks she knows.
The woman hands it to her, then snerks as Vicky utterly fails to grab it. She presses the hilt into Vicky's palm and curls her nerveless fingers around it. "...You'd look as if you were leaping down form on high to kick my ass if we weren't horizontal."
She leans forward again to peer into Vicky's eyes.
"So. What do you remember now?"
"His name is Xavier."
"And?"
"He's an incomplete avatar. I think. Something like that. Something spoke through him. After that happened he changed my memory."
"He thought it was for your own good. But" - the woman kisses Vicky's forehead, and gets an indignant squawk - "he's kind of dense about things like that. Poking around in heads can only work so much, you know? Eventually the paling wears off and you end up with pissed off tiny maga women tear-assing through dimensions to kick you in the junk and stab your moronic lady-hatin' hench-dick. And while I wouldn't care if you did the latter, the former - it isn't such a great idea. but I bet you can't not do it. Not with a heart like that."
Vicky can hold the key for herself now. it's warm in her hand, and feels alive.
"But you've earned the right. I can't say 'oh you got no business comin' round no one invited you bitch bitch bitch' because Xav was the one who made the contact. He reached out first. He decided you were interesting. He could have ignored the effect you had on what he wanted to do and let Roland whine his idiotic head off. But he didn't. He came to you. So that means you're involved. And, you know, maybe you'll go to him. You have a way now."
She curls her hand around Vicky's hand holding the key.
"Maybe you won't make it for the big showdown, but you'll make it for something. You can't not. You won't settle."
She gets off Vicky and, strangely, helps her to her feet.
'I'm kinda tempted to take you with me now, you know. But Guildy would bitch his head off and probably try to get in your face, and you're not ready for that yet. So I'll leave you alone for a bit. Let you get used to that thing. And I think I'll see you again- whether it's because I came back to you or you came to me or Xavier."
Vicky just stands there, looking from the woman to the key and back.
"You have every business being involved. And so's your brother - and if I were you I'd go check on him because if you're as close as it felt like, he's gonna be feeling that too."
Vicky almost drops the key. "Jeremiah--"
"He's as fine as you are."
"I'm not 'fine'!"
The woman looks her over, and says impishly, "I beg to differ." Over the sound of Vicky's spluttering, she says, 'I'll see you again. Go check on your big brother - and you don't have to carry that all the time, you can dismiss it and summon it whenever you want now. I brought it out, and now that you're aware of it, you can use it. Aren't I fabulous?"
Vicky makes a noncommittal noise.
The woman beams at her. "Until we meet again, then. Hopefully Rollllaaaand will be dead by then so I really can abscond with you." A smirk now. "You'd probably like the way I did it."
Vicky flushes bright pink. "Oh, knock it OFF - "
The woman laughs, and says, "I'll make sure that everything matches your collar, since it's cute."
"Ev--what--?"
The woman waves cutely to her, then steps into the shadows of a tree and abruptly isn't there.
Vicky stares after her a log while. Her cell-phone ringing makes her jump a foot and shriek. oh, NOW the security guards are awake. 'i'm fine--" she calls, and answers. 'Hello - Jer?"
Jer sounds like she feels. "Vicky, I just passed out on the kitchen floor while I was in the very...very early stages of trying to make chai, and when I regained consciousness, Bogart had drunk all the spilt milk, and there was a giant fuckoff key in front of me - and it's still in front of me. Either I hit my head very hard or some intense fuckery has taken place."
"The latter. I. I'm coming home. There was fuckery. it's done for now? I'm coming home..." She pauses as Sidonie barrels out of the club looking terrified and rippingly pissed. "I'm coming home right now actually - I'll see you in a bit...?"
Jer makes a queasy sound. "I'll see you. With some fucking potent tea."
No sooner has she hung up then Sidonie attaches! Sidonie's hugs are legendary, and Vicky's grateful for the warmth and support of her best friend's arms. "Sid. I'm okay."
Sidonie mumbles into her hair, "I knew something happened when you didn't come back in, but I couldn't get outside, Something wouldn't let me. Or ANYONE. Some fucking...grabby shadow thing, I don't know what the fuck, it went all batshit in there, like, FUCK..." She mutters something in French; Vicky catches 'calisse de saint-cibiore' and knows Sidonie's furious. "I'm taking you home."
"Jer says there'll be tea when we get there..."
"Is there something to spike it with?" Sidonie looks hopeful. Big eyes. "Normally I don't do that, but, I mean, tonight? Grabbing shadows? You holding a giant key - I need fucking alcohol, vice be damned."
"I'm not judging. I was thinking the same damn thing."
"...Why the fuck have you got a giant key?"
"I'll try to explain when I'm less sober, because it'll make more sense then."
***
I'm a nong XD Also, Sidonie's nickname sounds to the anglo ear like "Seehd" so there's no confusing between her and certain prophets XD
