#♠┆ic. → go! persona!

[archonofdivinity]

♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them?

♠ - What are they afraid of?

♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of?

♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)

★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?

for frank and claire of underwood fame :3

This took me a month to get to I’m so sorry. Also I see what you did there with the card suits

♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them?

Frank:

Something destructive. Something that doesn’t make sense. Love is war, war is love. He blames his childhood for that view, having been raised in such a stormy household. But at times he really can’t see them any differently. While he has internalised this view and violence as something inherently romantic in turn, he’s done his best to unlearn it as part of a journey of healing. Part of him fears loving too much - maybe that’s why he (at least in my version) has a lot of one night stands.

Claire:

Something that is backwards and traditionally outdated. It changes depending on person to person. It can be cold as ice or hot as fire, and both are dangerous. Too cold and you become attached to someone who is disgusted by you. Too hot and you become clingy. She personally measures Frank at a warm - he’s not neglectful of her and he’s always being lavish, but there’s that small part of him that goes a meter beyond to keep her happy.

♠ - What are they afraid of?

Frank:

Failure - or more specifically, ending up where he began. It would be terrible enough if he lost his career. But it would be unforgivable if he was never remembered, if he was seen as a terrible President, if he was buried back in Gaffney and not in Arlington. He wants to account for something, and failure would just ruin all of that. He would die in the same dirt he was born in.

Claire:

Being controlled. Not even in a way of possession, but not having the freedom she desires. If she can’t do what she desires, if she is left as a secondary priority, if she is just treated like a porcelain doll, she doesn’t feel alive. It all just brings to mind how her mother treated her growing up, and how men have behaved all her life.

♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of?

Frank:

Might be cliche, but his resilience. He could have given up years ago, but he kept going despite everything. Despite the class disadvantage, despite the political disadvantage. He didn’t have to be a Democrat but he was - and he won so many times. He didn’t even have to enter politics, he probably would have been a great lawyer. But here he is still. President despite it all. Despite the odds. A toast to his legacy.

Claire:

Her cool head, though she would never admit it. Out of her and Frank, she’s the one to deal with any mistakes he might accidentally make. It’s an invaluable trait in case something goes wrong. Even outside Frank it serves her well in her day to day life. Even before being FLOTUS, it was what helped her through countless mishaps at the CWI.

♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)

Frank:

Awkwardly for himself, his accent. He always feels like a stranger in huge rooms full of well educated posh northern men. Although it only gets embarrassing per se when his accent drawls heavily and becomes the most clear voice in the room. In situations when he’s clearly the outsider he hates drawing attention to himself.

Claire:

She just finds the trait of dependence embarrassing no matter what, no matter who. Blame it on her childhood, Elizabeth did a number on her. Most embarrassing of all if she finds herself dependent on a person - Frank, Adam, Tom, Jane… she can’t let her guard down at all.

★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?

They’re both nighttime people - it’s when they get to plot and hide away from the world. If day is the public persona, night is the private persona. It’s where they get to be themselves. Similarly it’s their time for the smoke breaks and just to relax from busy days. They get to see each other again.

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{6} a game of cats, mice and hearts like ice

desktop: previous ✧ next mobile: previous ✧ next

synopsis: in the world of deadly games and their lives at risk, a very smart sociopath meets a very cunning stripper who claims his life as hers.

warnings: canon-typical violence, graphic descriptions of violence, sexual abuse, substance abuse, niragi, literally everything, you name it.

formatting: it's a glued-together dynamic roleplay between me and @bvrdel-mama, so the replies are separated by ♠♥♦♣, and the dialogues are written like — This. — yes, the symbols look horrible on mobile, we know.

statistics: 2,509 words 13,625 characters.

author's note: it's a mix of manga!chishiya with show!chishiya. also! what's worth noticing - in this rp there are dice involved. the mechanic is called a d20 mechanic, and it's based on dungeons and dragons 5th edition. we also use other dice rolls for other outcomes, so future events might surprise both me and my roleplaying partner. enjoy!

He was… something else. He didn't try to pull out, but instead - laughed at her, genuinely. Unmei was taken aback just a little bit, before she let go, shaking her head and smirking.

— You will never get me out of your head. — she said before Shuntarō sprinted away, not caring if he heard her or not.

The thought crossed her mind - was she wrong and was he actually a psychopath, and not a sociopath?

Chishiya wasn't an esper, as they said in japan, so he couldn't predict the future. Tagger's attention was now on Unmei, but it was okay, she already planned how she could use it to her advantage. Such a silly boy, thinking he could put her in any danger?

— Tagger is well prepared for a fight! — she shouted towards others, on her knees, getting to the stairs she seen Chishiya for the last time. — Tackle him and look out for a second or third „it”! — she added, before inhaling. — The safe zone is on the fourth floor, apartment 478! Tagger prevented anyone from coming closer, that's the location! I'm trapped here, but I'm counting on you!

What she said last could really motivate the rest of the players. It gave sense of being a team, of fighting together, of protecting that fragile little figure they all saw in the lobby.

Shaggy picked up quickly, Hawaii and Beach members one and two already teaming up against the horse-head. Unmei took her military knife out of her belt, and swung it open in one swift move, before she took careful steps down the stairs. If tagger chose them instead of the elevator, she'd be able to run up again.

three minutes remaining.

She smiled.

She really liked Chishiya.

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Chishiya laughed again, hearing the last words of Unmei to him before he disappeared down the staircase. She's a very funny girl, he thought.

His hair was falling out of the neat bun he made, so he had to re-do it. He got it just right as Unmei's voice echoed throughout the complex. She shouted the location of the safe zone, playing on the heartstrings and good will of other participants - very risky as people, normally egoistic, under pressure turn into even more self-centered caricatures of themselves. On the other hand, her lost foreigner persona was really convincing and may work.

Shuntarō grabbed his stun gun and bumped the tempo up when rushing through the floors until he got onto the 4th one. Here, he tried his best to keep himself crouched and unnoticed. It seemed that the bait worked on horse-heads, because apparently there could be more than one tagger - all of them should be focused on Unmei. Or at least at the player who just shouted the solution to everyone. He turned the corner and he saw the apartment number he was looking for. The marathon girl was pretty close too, climbing on the walls and jumping around like a rabbit caught in a net.

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His logic was good, yet a bit flawed. Unmei already knew other players were going to cooperate. Shaggy and his friend offered help in the first place.

As Chishiya made his way to the door, Shaggy and Unmei did too. She's heard gunshots in the distance, and to her liking, a pretty far one. So Beach members and Hawaii really tried to take the horseman down.

Good.

She kept herself alert anyway, thinking that with an unlimited amount of players could come an unlimited amount of taggers.

one minute remaining.

She made a run for it, feeling as if her lungs were burning. Oh, how she hated physical effort - running in particular.

Shuntarō could hear Unmei's steps somewhere behind him.

— [english] You really are my type. — she exclaimed. — Clock's ticking, though! Hurry!

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The lanky basement dweller came to the door at the same time as him, they exchanged glances and opened the door, but Chishiya stopped when he heard the barefoot footsteps running up to him.

His gaze snapped when he heard Unmei's voice behind him - there was a brief shadow of smirk on his face, but then his eyes widened. One of the horsemen with a machete just turned the corner from one of the staircases, and was running up directly towards Unmei.

Chishiya grabbed his stun gun in his left hand, he then took Unmei by her right shoulder and pulled her into the room, switching places with her just as the horseman swung their blade directly over his head. Chishiya dodged the sharp edge of the machete by inches - it made a tear in his favorite hoodie - but then managed to jab the stun gun directly into the attacker's torso. The horseman stood there for a second, convulsing in place, their weapon held high above their head ready for another attack. When the pulse of energy stopped coursing through their body, they let go of it.

The next two sounds that echoed through the apartment complex were clink of the blade and the thud of the attackers body. A smell of burned flesh started to fill the air around them.

— Now... we're... even... — said Chishiya to Unmei, breathing heavily, walking into the room once again.

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As Unmei felt Shuntarō's sudden pull, her eyes opened wide, still ablaze - but this time, something about the fire inside them was different. Was she perhaps enjoying this, too?

She panted heavily, letting Shaggy and Sporty into the room, free to press buttons to stop the bombs in the building. And then, Unmei just in case, did something pretty unexpected - she crouched on top of tagger, lifted their head and - tearing off their mask - slit their throat with little to no effort.

She knew exactly where to cut, and that old military knife wasn't just a prop, apparently. Chishiya's perceptive eyes noticed „Stalker II” on the handle, suggesting there's another one with „Stalker I”. It was hand-crafted into the wood inside said handle.

congratulations.

game clear.

Unmei was about to let go of - apparently - woman's head, when the collar on horse-head's neck exploded, leaving the girl covered in blood, pieces of skin and flesh. Unmei stood there in silence, stunned.

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Chishiya backed away as Unmei tore the horseman's mask off to reveal an unconscious woman hiding inside. And stood there - hands in his pockets, leaning on the doorframe with his chin upwards and his gaze following every movement of the knife. „Stalker” - an interesting name, he thought. He completely ignored the pair who rushed into the room and clicked the buttons in a matter of seconds before the building was about to explode.

He heard the woman choke on her own blood before a slight beeping sound could be heard, coming from her collar; he instinctively ducked behind the corner and when he came back Unmei was standing there by the woman - a red bloody mess covered in flesh and brain matter. Chishiya looked at her and sneered but then furrowed his brows for a second, noticing a piece of paper sticking out from the horsewoman's jacket pocket.

— You should wash up before we take off, it's tough to find a good car cleaner in the city these days. — he said, before crouching and pretending to examine the woman's body, and then discretely snatching the piece of paper just to put it into his hoodie pocket.

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Unmei blinked a few times, wiping her blade on horsehead's clothes, and then shook some of their blood off her hands.

— I have bad news, doctor. She's dead. — she said with a cold and sarcastic tone of voice, her face back to having barely any emotions visible. She sighed at the sight of Chishiya examining a dead woman's body.

— If you want to be useful, check out her equipment and her clothes. — she added, before she took off Niragi's shirt, turned it to the other side and wiped her face.

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Shuntarō knew Unmei gave absolutely no fucks that he was there to supervise her, and he didn't give a fuck that she talked to him this way - ordering him around - but if it was someone else - like Aguni for example - she would had her throat slit. Chishiya chuckled lightly at her comment - she really was funny when she didn't pretend to be stupid.

He then pretended to pat down the woman before raising the machete in the air, turning to Unmei, still crouched.

— An „I'm-sorry-I-ruined-your-shirt” gift for your boyfriend, hm? — he asked sarcastically.

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Unmei rolled her eyes, crouching near the dead body, searching through various pockets - padding the legs, arms, torso.

— Niragi is a long distance shooter. I, on the other hand, am not a fan of weapons. Especially deceptive ones. — she answered. — By the way, I hope you'll be a dear and share your shoes, hm? Or should I tell Niragi that you tried to kill me?~ — she hummed, but her face was as uninterested as ever.

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Shuntarō forcefully exhaled through his nose, smirking. He then stood up and leaned on the doorframe again, crossing his hands.

— Kill you? I simply tried to test you, see how well you work under ever-changing circumstances - a principal attribute of every executive. Besides you wanted me out of your way and got what you wished for. — he shrugged, then nodded to the corpse. — Try hers, she might be willing to part with her shoes. — he mirrored Unmei's tone. 

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— Behind the façade and complicated sentences with unnecessarily well matched words you just spat out, lies a lie. — she murmured. — Let me quote you, then, refresh that unreliable memory of yours.

Unmei cleared her throat, wiping her hands and thighs from the blood. She slowly made her way towards the elevator, but continued speaking.

— „I am here to simply observe passively and help you as a last resort”. — she stated, and then turned her head back, looking at him behind her arm. — You didn't lie then, there wasn't that glimmer in your eyes, the same one as you laughed before sprinting away. Borderline personality disorder? — she then questioned, raising a brow.

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Unmei noticed the same glimmer in his eye, again. Chishiya chuckled quietly, passing the girl, walking in front towards the elevator.

— No, just a whole lot of sarcasm you didn't get, and an ASPD. — he said over his shoulder. — You have my permission to tell Niragi, by the way. — he hummed while walking into the elevator and pushing the bottom floor button not waiting for her to catch up.

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— I don't need any permission, kitten. — she stated matter-of-factly, getting into the elevator right behind him. She needed some rest, some peace and quiet, a foot massage and a shower. Not exactly in that order.

— Although, it would be boring if someone blew a hole through your head. I just prevented that once.

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— Of course you don't. — he said coldly, shrugging. His head was pounding and his heartbeat still fast, the leftover emotions leaving his body as he felt the adrenaline course through his veins. His hands were slightly shaking, so he put them in the pockets of his hoodie, checking if the paper was still in there.

— And I returned the favor, didn't I? — he said leaning on the elevator wall, his chin upwards looking directly into Unmei's eyes.

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— Ah, I meant precisely shooting you. My actions would go to waste if Niragi took you out. And also… — she didn't avert his gaze, getting a few steps closer. — I can't wait to play with you again.

♠♥♦♣

Shuntarō chuckled again and tilted his head at the woman. He could hear her heartbeat, as fast as his. The way she said these words made his own sped up again, and he shivered slightly at the thought of the thrill he felt today.

— Likewise. ��� he nodded and smirked.

There were a few seconds of silence broken by Chishiya this time.

— So, what's your real name, Fate? — he inquired, looking at her curiously this time.

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Unmei took one more step, being as close as possible, their chests pressed against each other. She stood on her tiptoes, and Shuntarō could feel her hot breath against his ear.

— It's Irma Stalker-Schrödinger. — she whispered, something playful in her tone.

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Their hearts beaten in unison now, and if she could see Chishiya's eyes, she would notice that they got a bit wider than usual.

— Hm, that's a mouthful. — he said not moving an inch or shifting, his voice lower now. — Irma. — he rolled it on his tongue.

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— Eer-mah. — she corrected him, with a German accent now, as she was taking a step back. She breathed out her name right on his neck.

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Shuntarō crossed arms on his chest, a slight shiver running down his spine.

— You're a long way from home, Irma. - he said, smirking. — Why the fake name? — he asked. — No one's here to deport you, you know.

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As Unmei stepped back, she almost immediately turned to the door, like she tried to hide something. Maybe it was the way the fire flickered in her icy eyes, or maybe it was because she was out of breath. Or maybe because it was cold and her shirt was wet from blood.

She embraced herself once again.

— Well, how do you know where I'm from? — she asked, a bit cynically, yet full of curiosity.

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Chishiya stood there in the same position, analyzing her body language. Closed now, she won't answer his question. That's fine, he was trying to pass the time in the quiet ride down towards the bottom anyway.

— I assumed. — he shrugged. — The accent, the name, just the general appearance of someone who doesn't belong in this part of the globe. — he added matter-of-factly.

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— Germany is close to where I was born. — she assured, as he was really close to the truth.

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— Austria then. — he said, though there was no question mark at the end.

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— No~ — she sang, clearly amused.

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Ding.

The elevator was all the way down now, and as the door opened Shuntarō went up to the door but stopped for a second.

— Fine, I like to solve riddles too. It's mercy, by the way. — he said, meeting Irma's gaze and smirking, before walking out towards where they left the car.

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She just smiled and nodded, still pretty much amused. She shivered from the cold and walked slowly, watching her steps carefully, so as to not injure her feet.

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"...Don't skip out on training today, Akira." He huffs, hands shoving themselves into his pockets.

          ❛ I don’t plan on it… ❜

          because, certainly, there was nothing more exhilarating and fulfilling than spending several hours running or at the gym. if ryuji had been anyone else, akira was sure that he’d have refused. he wasn’t the athletic sort—even if he was constantly running about in the metaverse, his interests lied in books, instruments, video games, and basically anything that didn’t require physical strain.

          ❛ same time, same place…?? I wouldn’t want to miss it. ❜

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@dclucem // inspired by x

          for that woman to reduce raven to this sniveling mess---it angered him in ways that things never had before. there was nothing that he wanted to do more than attack that shadow head on and slay her before she could even think of doing anything else. oh but there was no time. they had to run.

          ❛ right---everyone...run!!! we can’t afford to stay here long. ❜ 

          he doesn’t even wait to be sure that the others were listening, or even following, before taking off down the corridor. tarrying would only prolong her suffering. it could so easily be made worse while she’s in such a vulnerable state.

          as he runs, his already strong grip tightens around her to ensure that she didn’t slip from his grasp. there’s an occasional glance down at her, but other than that he keeps his attention set forwards. they would come out of this alive. they would escape. and then she’d be alright.

          she’d be alright, she’d be alright, she’d be alright.

          ❛ it’s...going to be...alright, raven. I’ve got you. ❜ her sobs, they only fueled his ire, made him run faster. none of this was right. none of it. she was his strong...something. she was always so strong. ❛ ...you can let it all out...I’m here...I’m here... ❜

          with that, he falls silent save for the ragged breaths escaping him as he ran. 

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@kxyitem liked for a starter

          ❛ so you just stay in here all day instead of going to school? and sakura-san is okay with this? ❜ he glances around the abode, taking in the sights of his host’s daughter’s fortress of solitude.

          ❛ damn... ❜ he sure wished he could stay at home all day. but no---he had to be a good boy, go to class, and get good grades or he’d never be able to crawl out of this hole he’d dug himself. ❛ what do you do all day? play games? ❜

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"Wait, wait, wait." She moves to place her hands on his cheeks as she stares openly at him. "Your eyes are gray? I thought they were blue. . ." Yes, she's wearing her glasses for once. "They're really pretty—like a cool and comforting rainy morning."

          he simply blinks as she takes his head into her hands. he doesn’t know what to expect when she speaks, only that she didn’t look too bad in a pair of glasses. and so he returns the stare with the same amount of intensity.

          ❛ pretty ?? hah…if you say so. ❜ he could hardly believe there was anything pretty about them or any comfort found within them. they were just…his eyes. 

          ❛ I think yours are much more beautiful. ❜

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' don't give up yet, you still have time to fix this. '

GRAVE SUGGESTION MEME ; not accepting ( @pantherdyne )

          ❛ fix…this ?? ❜ his tone is rough from his ragged breathing. the shadow before them had proven to be stronger than he’d anticipated. though her words would usually provide that boost of confidence that he needed to finish off a shadow when at his worst. but now…as he stood, clutching an aching arm with no strength left to heal himself or items to do the same, he was backed into the corner. the others were already down for the count.

          ❛ panther— ❜ ann.❛ get out of here ! I’ll try and help the others…but… ❜

          he spares her one more glance.

          ❛ go ! ❜

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‘ ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you. ’

GRAVE SUGGESTION MEME ; not accepting ( @solisnumen )

          ❛ is it ?? ❜ well, she would not be the first to be curious of him. however, most had been far too scared of what he could potentially do to approach him and act on that curiosity. in that aspect, none preceded her.

          ❛ you’re wasting your curiosity. there’s nothing interesting about me. ❜

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❛ I can’t believe you tricked me! ❜

I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE IT ISN’T BUTTER ; accepting ( @lunefated )

          a laugh bubbles from his lips at her indignation, a red gloved hand raising to press against his cheek. eyes glint with mischief as he regards the girl. his lips are quick to turn upwards into a smirk. the offending hand and finger that had flicked upwards at her face returned to his side.

          ❛ did you expect any less ?? ❜

          if she thought he of all people would maintain one-hundred-percent seriousness the entirety of this trip to the metaverse then she was playing herself.

          ❛ you must be pretty gullible to fall for that one, though. ❜

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❛ I can’t believe I’m still alive. ❜

I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE IT ISN’T BUTTER ; accepting ( @thalassus )

          ❛ yeah—statistically speaking, you should’ve been dead by now. ❜

          but so should he have. thus neither of them should really have put much stock into statistics. there was more to life than what was possible and what wasn’t. as people who defied the world’s perceived logic, they should’ve been immune to the boundaries of mathematics and the ideas of pretentious humans.

          ❛ but so should I. ❜

          fate was so very fickle, wasn’t it ??

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🎁 because u foolishly foolish fool! 8/

GIFT TIME ; accepting ( @prejvdice )

          admittedly, the jacket being shoved into his hands comes as a surprise even if it’d been done with all her typical roughness. it was even more so considering the fact that it was often he who was tasked with buying her things and that he didn’t often receive much of anything that was picked out specifically for him.

          it’s enough for him to allow a smile onto his lips, a contrast from the smirk he’d give when conveying false ( or, rather, rarely meant ) arrogance towards azami. he only hoped that his delight wouldn’t be short lived due to the gift actually being part of some trick.

          something, though, tells him it isn’t. his head tilts just so. 

          ❛ thank you, azami—for thinking highly enough of me to get this… ❜

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"There's no reason for you to be jealous."

MEME ; not accepting ( @swxnnlxke )

          ❛ jealous? please… ❜ no, she was completely right. how could he not be when he was so unused to having people like her who he’d consider close to him? if he thought of it like that, it was always justified in his mind. as selfish as it came across as to others.

          he adjusts his glasses, slate colored eyes focusing on the dancer with a mix between scrutiny and indifference.

          ❛ think of it however you like…but I don’t feel threatened at all. ❜