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| Tux | Dec 29 2009, 10:24 AM Post #136 |
Donning the Outfit
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I honestly don't give a damn what rank you are in any service; a title's just a title to me. If you keep your skills up and prove it on the field, -theeen- I'll actually care about what rank you are. "Ehh, keep your bayonet. I can always find something off the ground to chuck at people." Annoyed at how the beaver snapped at him via the rigid finger pointing, he exhales through his nostrils, now paying attention to how Nail is dealing with the rifle the beaver picked out for him. He was to suggest that he should take up on the offer, yet realized Strafer would not have full capabilities as a sniper if he could only see a glass window instead of what is through it. He would have also suggested if there would be another weapon with higher magnification, yet that is in the process as of now. |
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| Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader | Dec 30 2009, 03:30 AM Post #137 |
【The Knight of Tigers 】
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"Why thank ya," Lokin replied with an amused bow, "Not every day Ah get some recognition for mah skills." He directed a glance at Tim, who folded his arms. He's a scoundrel like always, he tutted silently, And now he's showing off, to a... 'resistance fighters' did they say they were? Geez, he's incorrigible. Their eyes stayed locked for a moment, a mirthful stare crashing into a stern gaze. Finally, Timothy arched an eyebrow. "What? Are you waiting for a cookie?" he huffed. Yes, he had more important things to be doing, but he felt that he should at least attempt to keep Lokin from making an ass out of others... or himself, as the case may be. Plus, he wouldn't trust Lokin in a place like this; better that he keep an eye on the cat until he left than return after the mission to find the damn fool hiding from an angry mob. Knowing the kind of mischief Lokin got up to... The fox's jaw tightened as scenarios ran through his head. |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Jan 5 2010, 09:33 PM Post #138 |
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Adrian Elderhorn: Sally was waiting by the elevator as Adrian walked up. The doors opened, and as the two stepped into the elevator, Sally asked, "So, what's this 'hunter of the moon' thing you mentioned...?" Timothy Ulysses: Tails watched the friendly banter between the two, then made 'come hither' motions with his hand. "Well, unless you guys have something better to do, you could come with me. I'm gonna be helping prepare the Freedom Fighter Special, and I can show you around, up until the mission starts." Nail Strafer and Johnny Thorn: The beaver harrumphed softly, looking up at the mercenary wolf. "Long range, is it? Yes, I think I could find something." Leaning the rifle against the table, he trundled out of sight once more. After a few minutes of waiting he returned, a set of eight magazines peeking out of a combat harness in one hand, a cloth bandolier hanging from his shoulder, and a small plastic polymer 'suitcase' in the other. With a small grunt, the beaver hefted the suitcase onto the table, and set the harness and bandolier down next to it. "I just realized what time it is, so I grabbed something that should suit you better." Unlocking the suitcase, the beaver pulled out a larger scope from the packaging material. "Default magnification is 5x, and goes up to 8x, and it's got the same tritium powered reticle, but it's also got a thermal imaging option for night vision sniping." Setting the scope aside, the beaver put the harness and bandolier on the suitcase, and produced a sheet of official looking paper and a pen, and placed both on the windowsill. The beaver quickly jotted down the serial numbers of the weapon and attachments, listed the equipment and ammunition, and briskly pushed the pen forward. "You're signing for one sniper rifle, one thermal magnification scope, eight magazines and the harness to hold them in, and sixty four rounds. I need your name and military ident number next to each entry. Make sure you print legibly, then sign afterwards. Except for the ammo, make sure you don't lose any of this stuff! The army tends to take such losses out of your paycheck..." ((End Scene 2)) ((Scene 3 - King Frederick Airfield, 2 hours later)) The Airfield was unique, owing to both a need for space and the advantage of advanced city planning. Though the two visible runways were short, inertial dampers were built in, acting as a catapult for outgoing craft, and a buffer for incoming craft, effectively reducing the need to occupy space within the city by tarmac and paint. The outgoing runway also sported a launch ramp, further optimizing the takeoff of outgoing craft. The Airfield's concourse towered over the west end of the field, sitting right over the elevators responsible for bringing aircraft in and out of the underground hangar bays. Currently, the outgoing elevator was occupied by a sleek black aircraft, around which the Freedom Fighters and the Chaotix mulled about, completing their preparations for the upcoming mission. True to form and fashionably late, Sonic strode into the hangar area, a brown backpack strapped to his back. "So, we almost ready to go?" "Yes we are, no thanks to your participation," Sally called from a nearby console. "Aw come on, Sal, don't be like that," Sonic replied, holding up his hands in mock defense. "I had things to do." "Well, it's not like you were really needed, Sonic," Tails piped in. "Antoine, Rotor and myself took care of the FFS, and everyone else helped when they could. There really wasn't more you could have done." "Oh, ok," Sonic replied. Sneaking a quick glance in Sally' direction, Sonic spotted a mischevious smile playing on her lips, before she quickly looked down and away. Sonic grinned back, and resumed his stride toward the aircraft. "Hello, Sally," a voice called from the concourse entrance. Sally turned around, setting her gaze on a metallic hedgehog walking toward her, with a very tall humanoid fox in tow. "Hello, Mr. Jules! It's good to see you!" "It's good to see you too," Jules replied. Stepping to the side, Jules indicated the fox standing behind him. "This is William Miles Prower, who is interested in becoming a mercenary for the Republic. Yes I know, he's strangely familiar, but he says he's from a parallel universe." "Oh.... I see. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, William," Sally said, stepping forward to shake the fox's hand. Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Jan 6 2010, 06:03 AM.
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| Nail Strafer | Jan 6 2010, 10:44 AM Post #139 |
Flying Battery Act 2
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Nail whistled as the beaver read off the scope's features. "No 10x magnification, but I do believe the thermal will be very helpful for where we're going." After taking the pen, he placed his papers beside the documentation for the rifle. The fox's head jerked back and forth between the two sheets for a short time, as he used info from his registration papers to help fill out the sign-out form for the weapon. After he was done, he pushed it back towards the beaver with the pen. "There you go." He then promptly removed the default scope from the rifle's picatinny rail and sat it down on the counter, before taking the new thermal scope and attaching it in the old scope's place. Once that was done he pulled the rifle up to his face and aimed it at a picture on the wall...first in normal vision, then in the thermal mode. He smiled and nodded his head at the results, before looking back at the beaver. "Thank you very much. This'll be perfect. I'll keep it safe...don't you worry." The fox quickly slipped on the harness and the bandolier. He definitely looked set for his job as a sniper now. "Well..." he said to his companion. "I guess I'll head to the airfield now. You can come along with me now if you want." ((two hours later)) After making his way to the airport, Nail was now standing before the sleek aircraft that he supposed they'd be using. The group that was coming with them was milling around it anyway. He started walking towards them, the rifle held across his back by the shoulder strap. |
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| Tux | Jan 6 2010, 11:08 PM Post #140 |
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"Yeah," Thorn accepted Strafer's offer as he walks with him to the elevator, soon heading back up to the conference room. {Two Hours Later} Upon arriving at the airport, the human slows his pace in awe of the area. Nodding as he grinds his shoes on the ground, he notices a quick halt in movement, at least to him. Balling his open hands into fists and jogging forward, he takes a short leap in the air and attempts to come to a skidding halt; he stumbles forward, flailing his arms forward and backward to regain himself, sighing in relief as he stands rigidly to his feet. "Man, I'd hate to be the one person who slides on this, face first." Suddenly yawning, eyes squinting, he follows beside Strafer, opening his fists, wiggling the fingers and cracking the knuckles. Glancing to the sniper rifle held on his back via the strap, paying little attention to the bandolier, Thorn looks to him in a semi-tired look, asking the following: "Hey...what made sniping interesting to you?" |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Jan 7 2010, 07:36 AM Post #141 |
Christmas is back again
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"How am I to make it short." The wolf silenced there after, unaware how to inform her in the best possible rate, as the elevator descending downwards. "It's a family secret actually. All I've been able to discover is that I'm able to seek out those wounded better when it's dark. Also this..." As he pulled out from his right pocket that resembled a sketch of it's appearance. All he wanted was to show the handle it self, fashioned like a wolf head, while the moon is meant to situate like a medium sized hole. It's even fashioned after Adrian's hand structure and size. If it's to small or unable to fit inside, the effect won't achieve the blessing of the moon. Of course he didn't expect Sally to understand where hunter of the moon comes in. So he adds little else then. "It's with this sword I can summon aid from the moon," as he tried to keep her interested, "but it only functions when it's dark. And usually becomes more effective whereas the moon is at it's fullest visibility. Yet that doesn't mean I can't use it's spiritual magic even if the moon is clouded from sight. Heh! I just won't know exactly how tremendous the effect may be." Of course the last sentence made he chuckle as it's not really that dangerous. The elevator situated it self on the lowest floor, and the wolf bows towards the princess before he hurried off towards the town's entrance. Fortunate his airborne friend had asked the local militia who stand at watch to deliver em to a certain citizen who immediate shouted as she watched the wolf exited the building. "Yes what is...! He had no need to ask, as she deliver a handful casket and from the look, it was the one. He immediate removes the lock, and the sword back in his rightful possession. A smile in return to the kind female. "Thanks." As he still tried to catch up his breathe. Yet as the wolf nodded and where about to head towards the airfield, she shouted as if she'd almost forget one thing. "Sir...! You may need this as well, and here's a letter from who delivered it." "Heh! If it wasn't for you, I'd be dead tired. Thanks once more." Adrian would take a stroll around the town before the mission is set in motion. Two hours later Arrived at the airfield, he soon meet up with the other mercenaries from the briefing. The sword at his left, and behind an old rifle fashioned firearm, it's been well customized because of it's two distinct functions. One for ammunition, the second function work like a flame thrower. Yet the flames are almost similar to those of a dragon. It should leave a mark on the dumbots of Eggman. The folks surrounded the black aircraft who is their transport obviouslly. As he wished not to disturb the human or Nail, as that's his usual standards. Wait for a chance to discuss as to not interfere, because he'll likely end up talking about something completely irrelevant. Words uttered from his mouth eventually however. "Heh! Nice aircraft. I'd bet it's the safest one available." Edited by DragonFlame, Jan 7 2010, 01:52 PM.
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| Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader | Jan 8 2010, 03:46 AM Post #142 |
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【The Knight of Tigers 】
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Eyebrows shooting up in alarm, Timothy chuckled nervously. Lokin? Near military-grade machinery? Over my dead body... "Er, well, Lokin here was just dropping by to-" he began. He gave a little 'oof' as Lokin swung an arm around his shoulders and pulled the two of them closer together. "Sounds like we'll have a ball!" the hacker exclaimed, "Lead on, by all means!" As the cat pretty much dragged him along, Timothy ferverently hoped no trouble would come from this... or if it did, that it wouldn't be something Lokin couldn't get himself out of. He rolled his eyes; it was going to be a 'kid in a candy store' situation, no doubt about it. --- Two Hours Later Here's to self-restraint, Timothy declared silently as he took a swig from his canteen, one eye on his companion. No major disasters had occurred since Lokin stepped foot near that plane, which was surprising. Contrary to initial expectations, it was less a case of 'kid in a candy store' and more like 'kid in a Lego factory'; the cat had bounced back and forth around the place, asking questions, peering at equipment and... not being a pest. With a 'hm', he pushed the thoughts aside and returned his attention to the pistolbow he'd retrieved from his bag. It would likely be the best weapon for the job; it was more or less silent, and if he used armour-piercing bolts the damage caused to most robotic casings would be equivalent to that of a conventional bullet against more organic targets. The trick, of course, was not aiming for well-armoured targets and to focus on sensitive areas. He didn't know anti-robot tactics very well, but he knew that machines rarely suffered real damage unless you hit specific points. The weapon was custom-built, but the blueprints were his uncle's. It was basically just a one-handed crossbow, but with the additional advantage of a magazine feed, he could dispense with having to reload after every shot. Handy when the usual targets happen to be large, fast, thick-skinned or all of the above. Well. Everything seemed to be in order, despite the weapon not being used for a few weeks at least. Now... to wait... |
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| Nail Strafer | Jan 12 2010, 09:11 AM Post #143 |
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Flying Battery Act 2
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Memories came flooding back to Nail at the mention of that line. He seemed to ponder this question for a few moments, like he was wondering how to phrase what he was about to say. Eventually, he decided to keep his story as much to a minimum as he could. "When I was a young boy, about eleven years old, I fell in with a group that hijacked aircraft for money. We'd steal planes, sell the cargo, and strip the plane for parts to sell. My dad was a good friend of the leader of this group, and that's why they took me in. My dad...well...he wasn't able to take care of me at the time, you see." Nail appeared to stumble over the last part as he spoke. "Anyway, since the leader was such a good friend, he wanted to make sure I didn't die. But he also wanted me to do some work since I was hanging around. So he let me be the sniper. That way I'd be far away from the action." He took a deep breath. One would sense he was having a hard time saying the last bit. "I was...um...a...a child soldier, I guess you could say. It sounds cruel but at the time I didn't really mind. I never really grew up feeling like killing was wrong." He turned around to face the human. "I know...it's not pretty, but well, you wanted to know. That's why I'm so good. I have 16 years of experience even though I'm only 27 for so." He offered a small smile after saying that. "But hey...I'm making up for past sins. I have a family, and I'm working for the military now. So how about you? How did you get to where you are now?" |
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| Lil Avii | Jan 12 2010, 07:38 PM Post #144 |
Home for the Holidays
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"Pretty high, but the only windows are in the cockpit, so other than the g-force of acceleration, you won't notice." She doubted that. She didn't need to see things to know that they were- or, weren't- there. But, she was worrying too much. It was a plane, right? It'd go up, and then it'd come down... one way or another. Great pep talk, she thought to herself. Two Hours Later Sierra padded along, admiring the obsidian aircraft as it was prepped by numerous Mobians. Upon arriving at the airport, she and Rotor had parted, but it had been only a matter if minutes before many of the infamous Freedom Fighters appeared around the runway, all meticulously working towards the same end- that is, a perfect start to the mission. She couldn't believe it; just yesterday, she'd been selling magical wares at her quaint shop in the United Federation. Now, she was about to go who-knows-how-high into the sky... to Robotropolis. The dhole slipped one of her power rings off of her wrist and fiddled with it in her palms. Chaos was about the only thing still constant in her world... She snapped out of her thoughts as Sonic arrived on the scene. He was immediately chided by his friends, and Sierra couldn't help but smile at his ever-enduring optimism. Everyone seemed to be in relatively good spirits, despite the upcoming mission. Who knew? Maybe things would go without a hitch. Maybe she'd have something to brag to Dakoter about... |
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| Tux | Jan 13 2010, 01:51 AM Post #145 |
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Pirates: this was the only word the human could sum up Strafer's childhood. He was surprised that even grown adults would take in a child in a syndicate, but perhaps that is also how the best are crafted. Sly nods at the mention of the father unable to take care of Strafer and chuckles as the two befriended the leader. He turns his head to the left, coughing, his face switching over to guilt; as he turns to face Strafer, he returns to his calm look.
Putting on a unsure look, he leans his head to the right and holds his hands toward his torso: "To be honest, it's a complicated story. I would like to tell you it, but you'd fall asleep." He chuckles to his own small joke and continues: "I'm a pretty laid back person, but if the situation calls for help, I'm there. Took some training classes, here and there, traveled to many places," he leans in a bit closer to Strafer, whispering, "and I mean many." He leans back and straightens himself: "Been in many a scrap, sometimes I cause it. Don't mean to, but it happens anyway, heh." Looking away to the skies and finally bringing a serious look on his face, he stares to Strafer and concludes: "I'm here to make sure that no other idiot causes a threat to my wife and kids. Pretty much what you're doing." He never asked about Strafer's current age, not because the thought slipped his mind, simply because he did not want to ask. Even the human felt older than the fox, twenty-six his current age. "Heh, maybe I might bring something to her after all this is done. Surprise her after every other trip I take, heh heh." He ended with a smile spread on his face. |
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Jan 17 2010, 08:54 PM Post #146 |
We are still watching
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Cy-Fox took Sally's hand and squeezed it with a little bit too much force. Sally Acorn, leader of the opposing faction of his time's Resistance, though she like the others was a lot shorter. Trying to rally everyone around some false claim to a long dead Mobian monarchy after the Planetary Executive was largely destroyed by Ivo. Stupid girl had no understanding of tactics, expected the Resistance to give, and hardly gave back. Almost got them all killed. "Charmed," he said, draining the emotion out of his voice. He then let go and then saw Sonic. It was hard to picture him in the compact fashion that he was in here. |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Jan 24 2010, 07:14 PM Post #147 |
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((Sorry guys, I hit a minor creative slump I've been trying to work through, then went to a memorial for my old high school science teacher over the weekend. Once I get the wording right I'll be posting asap. Thanks for bearing with me.)) |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Jan 28 2010, 02:25 PM Post #148 |
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((Okay, I'm done! Again, I'm sorry for the delay.)) Sally's surprise kept her from making too much of a fuss, but the side of her mouth still quirked slightly as her hand was enveloped, then slightly crushed, in the tall fox's firm grasp. As the customary amount of time for a polite handshake passed, Sally forced down the urge to massage her offended hand. "Some grip you got there," she said, despite herself. Cursing herself inwardly, she regathered her wits and continued, "Well, if you're interested in becoming a mercenary, there's some paperwork we need filled out to make it official. Unfortunately, that will have to wait. The more help we can get on this, the more likely we can succeed. Thankfully, we have enough room for you and the other aspiring mercenary wandering around here. "Not to completely ignore you, Jules, but we're just about finished up here," Sally added, taking a step backward. "Oh no, not at all," Jules replied. "I just wanted to take a stroll. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to wish my son a safe trip." Sally smiled, and nodded in silent ascent. As Jules left, she returned her attention to the computer console earlier. Detaching a compact computer from the right side of the console, she opened it and started typing on keys. "Nicole, can you verify the wireless connection?" An icon of Nicole's face appeared on the console she had been working on. "Verified, Sally. The signal is clear, and I anticipate being able to get a fairly strong connection out to New Megaopolis." "Good." Sally shut the compact, and let it hang from her shoulder with the strap attached to it. Making sure it was secure against her waist, she strode with a confident air to the underbelly of the craft, where the majority of the Freedom Fighters and the Chaotix clustered about. "Tails, how's the ship coming?" "Ready to go, Sally!" "How about the explosives?" "The explosives are all loaded up, too," Vector replied. "Alright. Communications?" "I've got the frequency encryption set up, and the headsets are ready," Julie-su stated in a business-like manner. "Good, thank you." Raising her voice, Sally called out, "Could everyone gather round, please?" The compatriots stopped their milling about and crowded into an informal semi-circle around the princess. "The weather forecast is still calling for heavy overcast tonight, augmented by the ruins that are still smouldering, and the smog being pumped out by whatever's left of Robotnik's factories. In addition, the latest telemetry shows that there have been no further reinforcements of the Egg Fleet numbers, and a good portion of them are using the last remaining pylons, possibly to refuel and transfer over Egg Pawns and supply materiel sent by the Empire Sub-bosses. "Obviously, this mission couldn't have been at a better time." Scattered laughter and snickers rippled through the group in reply. "Now, it's been two hours since the briefing, so I hope the majority of you have the stuff you need. Without further ado, let's board up and get settled in." As the small crowd began to disperse and file up the stairs into the sleek black craft, Sally switched her attention to the two newcomers. "William, Miss Trubeau, if you could hold on for a second. I understand that you just came here, with the intent of becoming mercenaries. I would love to take you two along, however I can't give you any further time to prepare. You may stay behind if you wish, however you don't have to if you feel adequately equipped for a mission."
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"I've destroyed many an Eggbot with my bare hands," the alternate Tails droned. He slapped his right hand against the side of his right leg, the reflex causing the leg armor to open up, revealing a holster compartment. The cyborg then grabbed ahold of the large black automatic that was inside and swung it up. The holster compartment automatically closed. "This will be sufficient." |
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| Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader | Jan 28 2010, 09:45 PM Post #150 |
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"Spacious," Timothy muttered upon entering the jet. Despite the amount of travel his job required of him, he'd only been on an aircraft once or twice, and seeing a machine such as this was quite novel. Not novel enough to warrant his full attention, however. Once he'd found a seat (and after a bit of fumbling, managed to locate a seatbelt as well), he immediately sat his satchel on his knees and began digging around for reading material. A thick hardcover book found its way into his grip (Oh, the magic of a Bag of Holding, he thought) and he pulled it out. He grimaced as he scanned the cover; Worlds Within Worlds by Doctor Victor Lazlo. Out of the many books he'd read over his lifetime, the works of Dr. Lazlo - all published post-mortem - were the only ones he'd felt compelled to read again. Considering the fact that he could recite an entire book after reading it only once, this was naturally rather odd. But the strange thing about those books is that it seemed like every time he read it, he understood a little bit more of the subject matter, what the Doctor was really trying to convey through his words. Of course, Timothy had read World Within Worlds at least three times, and was already beginning to see the words on the page in his head without even opening the book... -the dark side of the ley lines and junctions of even greater supernatural energy. But rather than shun these places they sought to control and use them. The energy is the essence- The fox blinked and rubbed his temples; that was close. The whole world had suddenly fallen away into nothing but a page of text for a few moments there. Can't have that happening during the mission, he chastised himself, looking away from the book on his hands. As he turned his head away, he caught sight of two large, round objects, suspended in the air inside the craft by a series of belt-like things. They were kind of circular, not unlike monstrously oversized landmines. Monstrously oversized landmines... "Huh," he remarked, a fixed smile etched on his face as he stared at the objects, "Wierd." |
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