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Post by The Conman on Jun 4, 2015 20:50:14 GMT -5
Donnie grinned and nodded when the man said drinks were on him. Free booze was the best kind of booze in her book, though she did feel like a bit of an idiot for not talking to the bartender in Huttese to begin with. Her habit of assuming all humans only spoke basic seeming to be the cause. The woman leaned forward on the bar, arms crossed below her bust and resting on the ledge, and spoke to the bartender, who could evidently understand her this time.
"Kuati Dipstick, and a Beer...whatever's cheap, please."
She said, with a warm smile, and a considerable amount of cleevage on display, trying to smooth over her icecapades, figuring a "view" would suffice, which it evidently did, as the bartender's eyes were squarely not on her face. Donnie extracted her right arm from below the twins and started mock-nibbling on her thumb, a devilish grin on her face, while the bartender didn't get her drink. With a practised precision, she managed to use her hand to distract him from the rest of her for enough time to make eye contact, then look over at the bottles on the back of the bar for a moment, then back to him, as if to say "you can go now". The man got the message, and gave her a quick smirk, before heading off towards the other end of the bar to grab the drinks she'd requested.
Doneeda leaned back and in a gesture similar to that of a human woman pulling her hair back into a ponytail, her arms high, pulled her lekku back over her shoulders to get them out of the way. Donnie turned to the Mirilan, after returning her arms to normal, her right elbow resting on the back of her chair, the left across her with her hand on her right leg. She smiled sheepishly, vowing to make a better impression this time around, then spoke.
"I...Don spaek Basi' ver maach - heh - ovulisly-" She managed to get out, before hearing about a job of some form from the man.
She leaned back, by using her foot to push off the bar and lean her whole chair back to see around the Mirilan, and changed topic in mid sentence.
"Wat?"
She said, more as a statement than a question, confused by the notion of a job. The woman wasn't broke, nor did she actually need money, but what she did need was something to do.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jun 4, 2015 23:01:42 GMT -5
Ervisa practically stopped hearing the second free drinks were mentioned.
She'd been a bartender, for long enough to be pretty damn good. As a result, a whirlwind of different concoctions started racing through her mind, and the Mirialan's grey eyes flitted across the various bottles, trying to divine what ingredients were on hand.
Corellian rye whiskey. Check.
Shili blood citrus bitters? Hiding in the back corner, but soon to be brought to the light.
That just left the stick of rock candy. Luckily, she'd brought a jar.
"All right, here's the plan. Shelf below the top, back corner, behind the Rylothean Rum, grab the Shili bitters. Corellian rye on the top. Red Diamond. Yeah, that's it."
The bartender set them on the counter, surprisingly placidly. He had a confused look, as if the ingredients were enigmatic.
"OK, mix those up, 30/70, on the rocks, top with soda. Got any orange peel? Need it studded with cloves."
The Mirialan was done fishing out the rock candy when she noticed a blank expression. Again. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. How this man was a bartender, she couldn't say. Finally she sighed, gestured back to the door with her thumb.
"OK, fuck off. Take an hour break, I'm covering your bar."
"But that's against the rules," The man said slowly, with all the intelligence of a baked potato forgotten in the oven.
"Don't fuck with me boyo, Socorro's got no rules. Out. Go sit in the corner if you want to watch me like a perv."
Without giving him a chance, she hopped onto the bar, lifting up her legs, rotating them, and sliding back down onto the inside. Only then did she belatedly remember the job offer.
"Oh yeah, by the way, what's the job?"
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Post by Mr. Slender on Jun 6, 2015 2:02:41 GMT -5
"OK, so I'm supposedly to be bringing some cargo via skiff from my ship to a two bit Hurt north of here. According toy sources he'll pay absolute top dollar for what I got, but obviously not sure that he won't just kill me and be done with it. I need some folks to watch my back basically, which is where you two come in. You both look like you can handle yourselves,so I'd like to offer you the job if you're interested"
"Oh, and can you make me an Outland Sunrise? Make it double, and no felaedo nectar.
PS: Seething hatred and other shit have lead to this sorry block of text. Hopefully I'll be less furious next time.
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Post by The Conman on Jun 6, 2015 20:26:49 GMT -5
Donnie chuckled while the Mirilan kicked the Bartender out of his own bar. Judging by her ability to command him to make her stuff and her knowledge of what she wanted, Doneeda surmised she was probably a bartender in a past life. Which, was a good thing, she thought. The Twi'lek took a sip of the Dipstick and cringed. It was vaguely right, ish, sortof. But not really, at all. It was as if somebody who'd read about how to make a Kuati Dipstick but had no idea of how it was actually supposed to taste made it.
The Twi'lek pushed the drink towards the now Green skinned bartender, knowing it wasn't her fault, and feeling bad because she was turning down a free drink, something Doneeda had done few enough times in her memory to count on one hand not including her thumb. Thankfully, however, the beer that she'd been provided wasn't as awful. It was obviously some local brew, due to it lacking a label, but it was very tasty, sort of citruisy and sweet. The Twi'lek took a long swig and put the bottle back down on the Bar, some of the water that'd condensed on it's outside sliding off and forming a puddle under the bottle.
Doneeda was about to speak, something taunting the bartender, when she heard Bax mention Hutts. Doing a job for them, to be exact.
Normally, Donnie would have had Var with her, and they'dve left the planet long before, but, she didn't, and hadn't. The reality was that if you stuck around on a planet in the 'Rim long enough, everything circled back to the Hutts eventually. The simple fact was that Donnie wanted nothing to do with anything short of smuggling a bomb into the Hutt's domicile, and then watching from a safe distance as it vaporized the disgusting slug and his disgusting clientèle.
The Twi'lek stood up to her full height, crossing her arms, hands well clear of the holster on her right thigh containing a beaten up, but quite functional, DL-18. She looked at the Human, and spoke.
"What, exactly, are you taking to this Hutt?"
Donnie asked in Huttese, her voice steely, and her face absent of expression. Helping the Hutts was nearly as bad as helping the Empire, to the Twi'lek. Not to mention, if this Junker happened to be trying to sell the Hutt some Self Sealing Stem Bolts, Doneeda's plan was to simply out bid the slug, either with Credits or by using her curves.
Donnie looked over at the Mirilan and asked;
"D'yah wan wahk foda'utts? Izz goo'way da ged'ded, oworse."
The Twi'lek concluded, looking back and forth between the Man and the Mirilan, uncrossing her arms and leaning on her left elbow on the bar, realizing she may have come off somewhat overly aggressive.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jun 7, 2015 9:42:24 GMT -5
Behind the bar, Ervisa took a drain on her own drink before turning to carry out her requests.
Outland Sunrise was easy. That was assuming you had practice. Trick was getting the densities to work right. Luckily that just required a careful hand, and the right application of components. Whatever local moonshine was on hand, with syrup, and citrus juice, all in a neat little 'sunrise.' Tart. Balancing the sweetness just required knowledge of the right proportions.
Hopefully she'd nail it. Rust around the edges or not, Ervisa poured freehand. Mark of pride for a bartender.
The Twi'lek was standing up and saying something that sounded vaguely angry in Huttese. Or maybe Huttese just sounded angry. If it'd been mangled atrocious Basic, then Ervi'd have thought it was directed at her. That was why she figured it wasn't a problem for Bax to get his drink first. Whatever they'd be talking about, it didn't involve her.
Bartenders never got involved in the barfights anyway. Well, unless someone was shitting on the bartender's mojito recipe. Mint was, in Ervi's mind, 'green and boring, like my dad.' Things had a tendency to get interesting there...
Ervi tasted the Twi'lek's drink, and grimaced a little. The Mirialan immediately dumped it into the sink, and began mixing a new one.
The barkeep had tried, but it was a halfass try. Technique counted for everything, and Ervisa squeezed chocolate syrup into the bottom of the glass, wobbling it in erratic circles to coat the bottom half. In came a stream of vodka, swirled about to intermingle well, and a creamy liqueur. A dash of soda completed the beverage, lightening it up and giving it a little fizz.
As she set it before the Twi'lek, the woman spoke to her. As near as she heard, it was 'Don you wanna walk soda huts. Is goowayda getted or horse.' The odds of there being horses involved were low, and goowayda getted sounded like a Geonosian death metal band. However, contextually it had to be something about Hutts. Of the non-carbonated variety.
"If I understood her right, she's got a point. Pay'd have to be pretty good to risk that. What you gonna offer friend?"
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Post by Mr. Slender on Jun 7, 2015 19:43:50 GMT -5
Bax had hoped he could've secured his pair of stunning new friend's help without having to reveal exactly what it was they'd be helping to tote, but wasn't surprised when that exact questions were raised. They struck him as the pragmatic type as well, and he'd honestly would've been disappointed if they hadn't. At least he knew he was dealing with women with as much brains as tits this time around.
The junker delayed his response a little longer to take a swig of the all too familiar drink sitting in front on him. Bax had drunken more of these than he could remember over the years, but this was definitely the closest to home he'd ever had. If he didn't know better he would've said the shine came from his family's own distillery. The syrups were also mixed in with such a perfect balance he was definitely gonna give Ervi a damn good tip for sure. The shine wasn't hers, but she deserved it anyway.
"150 B1 battle droids." Bax stated nonchalantly in Huttese then basic, before taking another long sip of his sunrise. "According to my sources this hurt is a big collector of Clone Wars relics, so I'd figure he's my best bet for off loading the things. Also, tried to sell him about a thousand of these old Self Sealing Stem Bolts, but no dice.The crates are taking up too much room." He continued calmly,kinda rambling a bit at the end.
"As for the pay, I'll offer 15% of total profits each." The junker threw out as he finished off the sunrise with one long up turn of the glass. Truth be told, this was less than he normally would've offered for good help, but he could afford to take too big a hit in this deal. Kara would've probably left him already if she found out how much extra junk he'd bought on Nar Shadda.
"Mind making me another of these, Ervi? It was fantastic."
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Post by The Conman on Jun 7, 2015 20:14:38 GMT -5
Donnie nodded to Ervi and picked up the newly minted Dipstick, and took a sip.
Her day was immediately better. It'd been years since she'd had a proper Kuati Dipstick, and never since the woman had one like what she'd just tasted. She couldn't help but smile and look over at Ervi.
"Dis...Dis 'mazin, I'm likin' yew." She said, taking another drink from her cup and putting it back on the table, finally noticing the Mirilan's half shaved head.
Not surprisingly, Doneeda was about to comment on her hair, the woman's fascination with the stuff nearly getting the better of her before their mutual friend started speaking about the job at hand. Though she wasn't overly thrilled about the prospect of going to a Hutts abode and selling him droids, the usefulness of 150 B1 battledroids was questionable at best when they were new. Given that they were at least a decade old, and that they'd be relieving the Hutt of some of his currency, Donnie was starting to come around to the idea. The Twi'lek figured she might even be able to get the man to put her 15% towards some of those stem bolts he had, maybe get two birds stoned at once.
There was, however, a small problem.
Doneeda was very obviously a Boska. Covered in ink from head to toe, bigger than the average Twi'lek, if that didn't give it away, her accent in Huttese would for sure. The Hutts were long lived and, so far as she was aware, all knew about the group she hailed from. The reality was that it didn't matter how "valuable" the B1's were to the Hutt, if he figured out what Donnie was, he'd offer the Man far more than the value of the Droids for her. This put her in a very awkward position.
Donnie could either tell Ervi and the Man what she was, where she was from, and hope they'd never heard of the Boska, had no idea their "relationship" with the Hutts was somewhat vitriolic, and let that be the end of it. Or, wind up sold into some random Hutt's harem, probably as breeding stock, and wind up either stuck there or having to be rescued. The prospect of that was frightening, but the prospect of her wife, Var, going up one side of her and down the other for getting into the situation in the first place was nearly worse.
She looked back at the Man and took a sip from her drink.
"So...uhh...I'm interested, and I'd like to talk to you about those Bolts, but if we do this, is there any way I can, y'know, wait in the car?"
She asked in huttese.
"I's Doneeda, baida way, nizeda meetchas."
Donnie continued, looking back and forth between the Man and Ervi as she said it in Basic.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jun 7, 2015 20:35:15 GMT -5
Ervisa tried really hard to not laugh at the product Bax was selling. Tried, and failed. The suppressed laughter turned into a snort, then a guffaw.
"What's he planning to do, invade Naboo?"
She chortled, shaking her head as she whipped up another drink for Bax, as requested. The cargo was the funny part, the proposed deal was fine. Within reason. As always renegotiation in new realities was industry-standard. The drink could come first though. Only after it was mixed and placed before Bax did she think about providing more.
The Twi'lek said something in Huttese again, and then in Basic.
It seemed to be a name.
"Good to meet you Doneeda Bidawei, I'm Ervisa Therani. And, my prospective employer, I feel the need to bring up the elephant in the room. If this whole thing does go pear-shaped and there's shooting, what's the terms of payment then? Assuming, that is, everybody makes it home? Not that I'm questioning you or anything, but this isn't my first swoop race, I've seen plenty of merc jobs go to the galactic south in a big hurry. Better for everybody if we have a contingency plan, y'know?"
It wasn't that Ervisa liked raining on parades. Far from it. But she might as well be the one to ask the tough questions.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Jun 7, 2015 21:13:40 GMT -5
Bax couldn't decide which one sounded more ridiculous, the Twi'lek wanting to be paid but still stay in the ship or the fact she seemed interested in the bolts. The former was literally a waste of credits on his part, unless she meant it as an offer of doing a drive by, and the latter just struck him as weird for the near uselessness the bolts had now.
Their use had been superseded by less expensive methods after the Clone Wars, so he was curious exactly what kind of ship she had that would still be using them. He doubted she had an battleships just sitting around.
"Not to sound ungrateful for you accepting my offer, but what good would you be hanging back? By the way, the place we're going is a bit close quarters, so we're taking a skiff. It's gonna be open, so there wouldn't be any place to hide away. Do you have a problem with all Hurts or just this one?" The junker inquired, hoping his pointed questions wouldn't be a turn off for the mission or her potential purchase.
Ervi's laughter and jab were harmless enough, but it was sorta indirectly aimed at him too for being the latest poor bastard who got stuck this stupid things. "This hutt is supposed to more or less harmless, but I did put together a plan already if things go to shit." Bax stated, silently wishing she'd started on his next drink while he went over the plan.
"Alright, first things first, if shooting breaks out I'll up each of you pay to 20%, 30% if we make it out with the droids and the money. It'll definitely be worth it to try. Anyway, like I said, the Hutt's hide out is a bit cramped so skiff is our only option. However, my astromech will follow us in my ship, and if things get hairy we just have to make it to the landing zone to get away clean."
"As for you, Ms.Bidawei, if you really don't want to meet this hutt we can set you up as a sniper for extra insurance, if you're a good shot."
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Post by The Conman on Jun 8, 2015 21:18:26 GMT -5
Doneeda sighed when Ervi called her Doneeda Baidawei...her basic needed some work, that much was obvious. The woman considered correcting her, but just rolled her eyes and went with it. Donnie figured she'd have more trouble explaining her name in awful basic than just accepting her fate to be tragically misunderstood. A punishment, she surmised, for not practising. A lesson for the future, in what happens when one doesn't take language skill seriously.
Donnie, however, quickly realized she gave precisely zero fucks about what the universe thought, and pressed on.
"Nono...Name is Doneeda, I jusaid bai da wei...like, cha'kno-" She held out her hands, gesturing going around something.
"-Bai-" She said, as she made them go around an imaginary object.
"-Da wei. Ahh...Uhh...va iz worr...." Donnie muttered, tying to remember how to say "figure of speech" in basic, her left hand playing with the tip of her lekku, as she looked over at their mutual male friend, whatever he'd just said being completely ignored by the Twi'lek now engrossed in not being known as "Doneeda Baidawei"
"Yeah, fine, whatever...Can you tell her "by the way" is- A SKIFF?" Donnie realized what he'd said after it'd taken a few seconds to process in her head. She computed her options as best she could. The woman wasn't nearly a good enough shot to be a sniper, the Boska had "people" for that, of which Donnie wasn't one. Not by a long shot. That meant she'd have to go in, into a hutt's lair.
"Ehh...how mostly harmless is this Hutt? Like, on a scale from like retarded Gungan to Jabba?" Donnie asked, suddenly remembering what she was saying to Ervi, and looking over at her enthusiastically.
"FIGGER AH SPEEK! HAH! GADDIT!" She said, somewhat triumphantly, finishing the rest of her Dipstick with a flourish, complete with a burp at the end, and a toothy grin.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jun 8, 2015 21:31:26 GMT -5
Ervisa blinked a little as she turned her attentions toward her own drink, the glass of which was now dripping with condensation. All the better to cool her down though. A few sips in, and she was starting to question whether the Twi'lek was becoming objectively more intelligible, if Ervisa herself was gaining a better ear for the accent, or if it was just the alcohol.
Any of the options was fine though, as Doneeda clarified that she'd said 'by the way.'
Apparently she preferred 'd' to 't.'
That caused an internal smirk.
"Bax, I hate to sound mercenary, but fuck it. 20% if you don't get paid is, what? 20% of your pocket lint? Even if things go pear-shaped faster than an actual pear I need some kind of guarantee. I get it if there's no credits involved, but bare minimum here, how about you provide a one-way ticket off the planet? I want to make like a tree, and leave before someone hits me with an axe and stuffs me through a woodchipper. Got it?"
The Mirialan took another drain of her glass, and realized she was slurring slightly.
"Also, I think I need to schwitch to coffee. Switch. Coffee."
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Post by Mr. Slender on Jun 8, 2015 21:52:08 GMT -5
Bax had dealt with enough drunks in his day to finally get a feel for what the Twi'lek was going on about as she went about trying to clear things with Ervi. He hadn't noticed it early, but it seemed kind of strange that the Mirialan couldn't speak Huttese. Who didn't know Huttese? In some places it was even more valuable to have around than basic.
When you got right down to it, the junker could also say the same about his Twi'lek friend and her accent of a permanent inebriate.
"Again, I've never met him, but if I had to go by what my friend said than this Hurt is about as deadly a sarlacc. Not too dangerous if you know what you're doing, but still has a nasty reach if you get careless. Don't know if that's soothing or damning for our deal."
If Bax didn't have to worry about keeping a schedule with Kara he wouldn't mind giving his green friend a ride with no trouble, yet potentially getting mixed up with some new adventure on whatever world she picked was the last thing he needed. Not if he wanted to keep Kara happy.
"That'll depend on where you want to go, anywhere in the mid rim or core is already out. I have somewhere to be once all of this is done. You can tag along there if you want."
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Post by The Conman on Jun 8, 2015 22:10:56 GMT -5
Doneeda nodded as Ervi spoke, she had a good point. 20% of nothing was still nothing, so getting the droids sold would probably be the priority. Even still, the woman was a bit tense about the whole endeavour, she'd been brought up to hate Hutts, and had even seen a few dead ones in her time. As far as she was concerned, a harmless Hutt wasn't a "thing".
She did get what the Man meant about the "nasty reach" , however. Donnie'd heard about Hutts being incapable of keeping their hands to themselves, and didn't need to be told twice to give him a wide berth. Her idea of a good time didn't involve having to fight her way out of a Hutt's grasp, however harmless. She'd be just as likely to shoot it in the face as anything in that situation. All that being said, the woman surmised that getting credits and eventually the Stembolts would be worth the risk, she'd just leave out the whole "Hutt Situation" when explaining how she came across them later.
Donnie looked over at the Man and nodded.
"Well, nothing's going to soothe it, really, but I'm in, I need those stem bolts, so let's just make this quick." Donnie said in huttese, looking over to Ervi then switching to basic.
"Ahh...kann-I geda Fel-ook-enn...Fffeelluuccceeen Ogsm...Er...Organism, please?" Doneeda asked, trying to get the name right, and hoping she'd know what it actually was.
Donnie had every intention of doing this job WELL into her "happy place".
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jun 9, 2015 9:09:08 GMT -5
The description of the Hutt wasn't reassuring. A sarlaac was a big damn hole in the ground with some teeth and a couple little tentacles. They just waited until a bantha or something wandered by, then ate it. Or more simply some egotistical Hutt tossed people into it for shits and giggles. Either way, the sarlaac was less worry than the Hutt.
Her real concern was the offer cut short of what she needed. If Bax wasn't going to take her to the Mid-Rim or the Core, it also ruled out the inner rim and the expansion region. There were areas somewhat less unlawful in the Outer Rim, but by and large his destinations wouldn't provide any opportunities for work. It'd plop her down in the exact same situation she was already in. Net score, 0.
The Mirialan woman's scruples were momentarily denied, as Doneeda ordered another drink. And not just any drink at that. No, she ordered the drink so girly that side-effects included blurred vision and growing a second vagina.
Ervisa shrugged her head a little, and replied.
"One Fallopian Organism coming right up then."
She pulled down the bottles necessary, ridiculous lime-flavored vodka, a bottle of melon liqueur, fizzy overly sweet soda, and the finishing touches- a spear of pineapple and a little umbrella.
As Ervi assembled it, she began formulating a counter-offer to Bax.
"Sorry but the Outer Rim's not the right spot, nearest reputable places are Naboo and Sluis Van. The Sluissi wouldn't even let me apply for work without resumes in triplicate and a background check going back to when I was a fetus. And then Naboo, it spawned Emperor Palpa-twat, what more do you need to know? Place's churches are probably all 'Our Lady of Warrantless Wiretaps.' Fuck that."
The Mirialan slid the finished drink to Doneeda and leaned on the counter, elbows firmly supporting her.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Jun 9, 2015 21:48:16 GMT -5
'Well that's one down' Bax thought to himself, after he acknowledged Donnie's choice with a simple nods. However, the stem bolts thing still struck him as weird. Obviously she needed them for something special, the scrap value alone was basically worthless, and the options for what could use them were beyond slim. The junker could run the possibilities through his head a hundred times, but he wouldn't know for sure until he just asked.
"Ok,first of all, what the hell do you need stem bolts for in this era? Second, they're antiques, the price tag for all of them would nearly equal the take on our current mission. I'm open to haggling if you really have your mind set on them though, I except many means of payment." Bax stated in a professional tone, even though the possibly shady interpretation of his last words went over his head.
The junker sucked on his teeth after his green friend went about preparing the Twi'lek's drink, and obviously forgetting about his request for another sunrise. This was the second bartender in less that two hours to ignore his pleas at least twice. Bax was beginning to think this was a conspiracy.
Ervi's response was even more troublesome than her memory, and he made no attempt to disguise his annoyance and internal conflict. Her 'reputable' comment was both hilariously misplaced and wholeheartedly true. For those truly valuing their freedom, like Bax himself, the other rim was truly the only place to scrape out a living dealing with the crimebosses and warlords that truly ruled the Outer Rim. However, he'd be the first one to admit it was an extremely rough place for those wanting the easy or nonviolent life. For the sake of not turning Ervi off from helping him, he decided to conceed just this once.
"Ok, the wiretapping thing actually gets WORSE the closer you get to the core, trust me. That being said, I can respect that choice. The only problem is I have somewhere to be after this, and I can't really spare the time to fly you to the core. If you're against spending a few days on New Cov then I'll at least help you find a ship somewhere. Deal?" Bax explained clearly, before reaching out a hand to accept Ervi's handshake and her word.
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