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WILL YOU HELP SAVE THE WORLD?

Mask or Menace is a panfandom urban 'superhero' genre DWRP game, where heroes, villains, and everyone in between seek to survive and thrive in a world loosely parallel to our own.

sincendiary

[ The imagery when the camera clicks to life would be familiar to anyone who's ever witnessed a certain Miami church, monochrome and pristine as the day it was left without a patron. But the girl centered in front of the stained glass window cuts an ethereal enough figure in her white suit and short-clipped platinum hair with a shock of black, as if she's a fixture of the place herself. ]

Peace and consumer joy be with you, America. Whether it's despite or because of being torn across dimensions, I trust some of you are having a most blessed holiday. As for those inconveniences among us who prefer less heavenly hosts? This year, I'd like to offer open doors.

[ It's all an appropriately solemn atmosphere until her lips quirk into a smile, and a clean snap of her fingers casts a warm glow as every candle lights up. ]

For formality's sake: yes, it's that Lucifer. Give or take a few mythological liberties. No, you aren't the first to be skeptical. I suppose that's as good a content warning as any?

That said, The Church of the Morningstar is under renewed management, and invites you to a wholesome Christmas Eve night of festive song and blasphemy. Any creator seeking inspiration, any persecuted looking to spark rebellion, or old-fashioned fans of excess are welcome to find a little sanctuary here by the fire. And as history will show, you can always do far worse than the Devil's music.

[The camera pans to the left, up towards the church's pulpit and what looks like a charming nativity scene beside it. There's a set of simple mannequins inside to represent the traditional figures; the three wise men, Joseph, a bundle of scrunched up cloth in the manger, and—well. That last one certainly isn't a mannequin.

Inanna straightens up from beside the manger with an impish grin, draped in the cloth robes of the Virgin Mary. In spite of the simple garb they still manage to look as radiant as always. ]

May we all have an unholy night to remember. We could certainly use it, couldn't we?

rassera

Tetsuo's gone.

[It's the hardest thing Kaneda's ever been able to admit, and a large part of him didn't even want to make this broadcast. Something about how this was his business, or how it meant admitting defeat in his search for his best friend and family. His voice lacks the confidence it usually has, the undertone almost a soft squeak, as if he's trying to hold back tears.

That may explain why this is audio.]

You know.

For anyone that was looking, or whatever.

[There's an audible inhale and exhale, gloves covering his mouth as he thinks some things over.] So...I'll be taking over Neo Tokyo til I can kick his ass for ditching me with it. You know how to find me.

[No they don't.]

voicelessresistance

[It's late on Sunday evening when this text post appears on the network.]

Hi. I know I've talked to a lot of you before, but I've never tried addressing all of you the way everyone seems to enjoy. Don't know why really. Anyway. My name's Red. I've been thinking a lot about musical instruments. Here and back in Cloudbank. The music styles are different, sometimes really different, but most of the instruments are the same. Which is nice but pretty strange. Easy to find comfort in it though... Is it like that for all of you? Is the music here the same as where you came from? If it is, how close? If it's not, I'd love to hear what's different. If you can play, I mean. Or sing. Or just describe it if you can't. It's probably a bit too late at night to be picky, huh? I've been working on something, if anyone wants to listen.

[Attached is an audio file: In Circles Instrumental.]

It's a little melancholy and not entirely my usual style but I'm learning to adapt. Let me know what you think. As an aside, anyone know a good place to start for learning sign language?

fedoration

[ Sei is...confused. He's been confused since his arrival, under a deluge of new information when he's reeling from still existing, nonetheless supposedly being in another world.

Is this even truly another world at all? He'd never been outside Oval Tower in Platinum Jail. This could simply be what the world outside of Midorijima was.

But he's seen no COILs, no ALLMATEs...and he hadn't been able to pick up on any fragmented pieces of himself like he normally would.

He sits outside of De Chima's assigned housing, seated against a wall and looking exhausted. He's remarkably frail-looking and pale, like just getting out of the car he was brought in took all of the energy he had.

It was remarkably close to the truth, and he's definitely regretting turning down the concerned driver's offer of assistance in getting to #008. He'd been so entranced at the idea of seeing the world around him that he'd blatantly ignored how little energy he knew he had.

So unless someone deigns to help him, Sei's going to be seated against that wall for quite a while.

Nonetheless, some time later he's managed his way into #008, collapsed onto the couch in the living room with no intentions (or ability) to move (sorry housemates!). This means it's time to look over the network. It might be easier to do it using pieces of himself sent into the communicator, but... How can he be sure of where he is, and that if he was able to return, Toue was not? How could he be sure he could not be traced by him here, using that? He may not resent Toue, no, but it does not mean he wishes to return.

The ID reads Captive Princess.]

they say this is a world other than our own. however, i have never seen the world outside of the limits of midorijima in any form, nor the world outside of oval tower personally. so i have to wonder if the lack of technology i am familiar with means this is true, or if i am more tired and confused than i believed at first, and lost in a world i never knew to start.

either way, it should be impossible for me to be here. when one's consciousness is destroyed, it should not be possible for it to return. when one's body is now the container for another's consciousness, one should not have that body any longer.

i suppose all i can do in that case is ask if those words are familiar to anyone. midorijima, platinum jail, oval tower. toue inc.

...i suppose, also, that if i am truly here to stay, i should inquire about what one would do if they wanted to improve their health and stamina. with the caveat that said health is extremely poor, and normal methods are likely too strenuous to be considered.

[ He's not going to be able to explore this world like he wants if he can't make it from a car to a house, after all. ]

thank you.

nolongerasleep

My apologies for the interruption. [Lithia pauses for a moment, as if she's not quite sure the communicator is working as it should. Her world may have such technology, but it certainly isn't handed out so freely or so commonly used.] Well, I certainly hope this is actually working.

First, how trustworthy are the people who wrote those pamphlets and files? [She's just a bit creeped out by the amount of knowledge they had, plus the people who know that sort of thing either wouldn't tell or are trying to kill her, so it's a valid concern.] They certainly have some rather classified information.

Second, how safe are the things they embedded in us? These nanites I think they were called? [She's still wondering also how they accomplished that, her skin isn't exactly easy to pierce.]

And my last question, what sort of work could a person who has powers that heal and can make technology using those powers do in this place, besides apparently being a cat groomer?

Thank you for your time. Oh, I probably should also introduce myself so as not to be rude. My name is Lithia Spodumene, but I can just be called Lithia. [She knows her last name is a pain to spell and pronounce. Also, if any characters are particularly knowledgeable about geology they can certainly put together the fact that she's named after two related minerals.]

arkproject

Hi, everyone. If you haven't met me yet, I'm Catherine!

I wanted to ask everyone-- what's your favorite place, ever? It doesn't matter if it's impossible for you to get there right now, or even if it's not real. I just want to hear about where you'd be if reality wasn't an obstacle. Tell me all about it.

Thanks!

snoobs

[ When the feed comes to life, Hemali is seated on a couch, her legs drawn up and shoulders and neck hunched over. On the coffee table is a small bottle of nail polish, which she goes about applying with precision over her toe nails.

She doesn't glance at the camera right away, letting the silence linger until she's finished painting the nail the way she wants. Then she finally looks up and smiles, but it isn't one offered up in apology for making anyone wait, not that she believes she has anything to apologize for. ]

Isn't this all interesting? I've never seen a device like this or heard of one that could shuffle people from across the universe.

[ Her eyes light up at the thought, masking any concerns she has about the fact there's something with far greater power than she might ever have. ]

Nor have I heard about machines that could grant people power. What I find most strange having looked over this network, is that so many people would give up these powers if it meant leaving this place? I had always thought people preferred being special and having that kind of security. Does your power not provide that?

[ A contemplative pause. ]

Maybe I am a little excited to travel for once, personally.

[ Not completely, but who needs to know behind a calm affect is a woman who feels threatened by the Porter? She goes back to painting her nails, interested in hearing what these other imPorts have to say in response. ]

scrap_metal

ImPorts network, correct?

[ This young man is speaking in Japanese, but he already figured how to get English subtitles to appear, courtesy to the translator. His expression is very serious and stern, but the slant of his eyebrows might be just how his face was designed. The only strange detail in his face are eyes, black sclera and golden irises, but starting from the neck it gets weirder. His neck has black silicone sheathing instead of skin, while the other part of him not covered in clothing - his arms -, is artificial and covered in metal plating. ]

I am familiar with organization registering heroes, although the one known to me was based on private sector, rather than military. [ He's really not sure how he feels about it, especially with the whole "war with soviets" thing. Hero Association isn't best system ever but at least it didn't make them-- ] Soldiers, that's what we are here.

[ That sounds cryptic, but it's also how it looks to him ]

I'm Genos- From my initial assessment of the situation here, it is not unlikely for ImPorts from the same "world" to appear.

Based on that, I require information about cyborgs present among ImPorts. With emphasis placed on those with unstable mental capacity and tendency to bouts of violence.

[ Being thrown into foreign country in different world is not going to stop him from searching ]

Additionally, if anyone could point me at intensive language course. I'd be interested in trying it.

[ Even with the translator option it would be far more useful to learn the language that everyone speaks ]

snarkbot

[ Skeets is holding his communicator in one of his little robot claws, mostly so he can let himself be seen on video. Which is to say that he's a small, gold robot with wing flaps. ]

Greetings, network. I seem to have lost my photogenic companion Booster Gold, so I’ll just introduce myself. I am Skeets, a BX9 security robot 2.0 and artificial intelligence.

[ He pauses before adding an addendum with some robotic smugness:] Professor Skeets, actually. I’m pleased to make all of your acquaintances.

[ A local bystander comes up with a phone. "Are you a real robot? You’re an imPort, right?" ]

Yes, ma’am, but I’m in the middle of something –-

[ "Can I take your picture? Oh, you’re so cute!" ]

…If you’ll excuse me, ma’am.

[ And Skeets flies up to rooftop height before continuing his post as if there hadn’t been any interruption. ]

I’d also like some assistance. It appears that the Porter granted me the ability to assume a human form. For the record, Porter, this is unnecessary. I’m a proud, independent robot who needs no limbs.

That aside, I’m having difficulties with my balance and if anyone has any tips for walking on two legs, I’d appreciate it. There aren’t any tutorials on how to be a human on wikiHow. Shocking, I know.

waywarddreams

[ _{The video begins with a weird vibe to it. Floating betwixt the shadows and the ghostly moonlight flitting through a window there lies a vivid bright V accompanied by green orbs-- as the camera adjusts to the light and auto focuses, the orbs become solid rings and the white light of the moon pick out a helm. More than that, in fact. Though silvery is the outline of the figure, the emerald loops and V are so striking that he knows he should have probably done some kind of video during the day. But he had spent the day planning the video. Nothing was really going according to plan however-- he didn’t mean for his first appearance of himself to be shrouded by dark as a barely visible silhouette of a ominously luminous creature. The preview image on the communicator didn’t show much. There is the softest of sighs that is displaced by a metallic tinge.

The lights were clearly off for a reason.} ]

Ah… greetings. [ _{There is an attempt at a patient tone and a slow nod, visible by the V shape bouncing. His Japanese accent is ridiculously heavy and he tries to at least speak slower than usual so his words don’t roll and merge in the usual way that they do when he speaks in English.} ]

Fellow… heroes? Vigilantes? Villains? One moment I am at the fringes of snowy Nepal and the next moment I am enlisted in a foreign military…? I do not speak harshly but rather, truthfully-- this illusion feels like everyone is a part of a show and we are being given parts to play in some kind of fantasy.

It will become clear upon any physical meeting with me that I am a tool for murder, but I refuse to take part in senseless death. If anyone of government is perhaps watching I wish for them to know this. I may be enlisted as a 'hero' but I have been a hero before and am above senseless violence. A militia that steals its members cannot be so innocent, regardless of the facade you paint your cities with.

What can we gain from being here?

[ _{Friendship wasn’t something that was ever high on any of his lists. There is a long pause of silence where he ponders what he just said, finding it to be depressingly off key when his master’s teachings echo around his head about silver linings and the darkest skies. If he needed to clear his throat to not appear awkward he would, but with the coming of metal vocal chords came the loss of natural human perks like that.} ]

Apologies, [ _{Murmured softly as he turns his helmet a little to look once more directly at the camera.} ] I do not mean any offence; I am merely troubled and I wish to understand more. My name is Genji. It is an honor to make your acquaintance.

[ _{The cyborg places a fist against his other hands open palm and bows to the camera though sitting down. The action is no longer a highlight, it’s visible now as the night rolls on and the moon casts its gaze upon him. Whether he liked it or not, this seemed to be home for now… but every human inch of him already ached to leave.} ]

lunaraneae

[There's a shot of the sky, the edge of a building, then Silk's foot. Finally, she turns the camera on herself, scratching at her cheek under her trademark red scarf.]

Okay, so I know it's just a knock-off, and the little monsters don't look the same at all, plus the names are kind of dumb but... I'm addicted. I don't even have the excuse of nostalgia since I'm from another universe! It still just... feels the same.

Maybe I already bought some of the stuffed toys.

Anyways, what I'm trying to ask is, is anyone else playing MonMon Walk? You'd better be on the zappy team.

...Also, if the devs see this, please make it so I can hatch eggs while I'm swinging. Please?

[There's a long pause, before Silk gives an awkward wave and shoots out a webline, the video cutting out just as she steps off the building.]

rassera

[July 16th, 2016.

An average summer day in the city of Nonah, North Carolina. Somewhat cloudy, with the sun peaking out through those clouds stubbornly as it attempts to break through the stratus. Nothing too remarkable about it, really. But then again, when does any day really seem remarkably different than the last?

But today was special. At least...Kaneda and Tetsuo thought it was special. It’s not often that the boys kept secrets for too long--Kaneda had quite literally a big mouth, and Tetsuo’s pride often came before everything else. It was only by mutual code of honour that they’d actually kept their lip sealed, and with over months of hard work and deals to be made, weekends spent oddly missing from the house.

Nonah 05 might have caught on...but other than that…

Nothing comes of it until July 16th, mid-day, when the feed to the comm clicks on to show Kaneda frantically trying to adjust it to sit properly on something.]

Just -give- me a second, would ya? I know how to make the thing sit just right!

Then do it already!

Noooo patience...no wonder why you’re such a--oh, it’s on? Tetsuo, it’s on!

About damn time... [He moves back, smirking darkly at Kaneda.] Thought I was gonna die of boredom first! So, anyway. We got something to say, so listen up!

[Kaneda backs up to give the screen room to pan out, showing them in front of...well some place in Nonah. There’s a Benny’s to one side, and an office complex connected to the other. If that doesn’t narrow it down, feel free to just chalk it up to ‘the city’. In front of them? A giant, almost warehouse-looking building with a sheet draped over the top of it, just under where the boys are standing.

Now what could they possibly be up to?]

Oi, Nonah! And anyone else out there, actually. You’ll never guess what we did.

[Now, Tetsuo's grinning, turning his head enough to catch that sheet in his peripheral vision.] How about we show them?

[Kaneda says nothing, but takes a few steps back and gestures out his arms for Tetsuo to continue.]

[The sheet billows upwards, then slides away in one seamless motion. Only once it's fully removed does Tetsuo let go of his telekinetic grasp on it, leaving it someone else's problem on the ground when he turns his full attention back to the camera.

And in its absence, words reveal, showing a rather hodgepodge, if homebrew logo. “Neo Tokyo” stands out in bold, white English lettering, with red kanji almost paint splattered diagonally across it, all a part of the sign. With hands on his hips, Kaneda looks up at it with the utmost pride, even if the rest of the building had...well, it was a work in progress to say the least. The outside, however, was sturdy and pretty big. Reliable.]

Looks like Nonah’s got a new business. Started by...oh, that’s right.

Us.

[Note: in the post, Red is Kaneda, Black is Tetsuo. You’ll get replies from both Kaneda and Tetsuo, as well!]

performance

[When the video to this particular post turns on, viewers can get a look at one Jaime Reyes and one Dick Grayson. Neither of them look as though they’re particularly devastated - no proud teenaged boy wants to address the crowd as a whole with red eyes - but both are notably somber.

Jaime’s the first to speak, posture held unusually still, though at the edge of the screen, it’s easy to see him fidgeting, picking at the skin at the side of his nails, an absent, insistent movement.]

Hey. Um, we’re here to talk about some port-outs today. If you’ve been here for as long as us - [he glances over at Dick, then back at the camera] - then you’re bound to get to know a few people who get ported out. And these days, it seems like people who’ve been here for a year, maybe two, are starting to get ported out. Maybe we don’t announce every single one of them, but we sure notice them. Over the past couple of months, Tadashi and Hiro got ported out, though Cass covered that one already, and so did Ellie, Minato, Shinji, Akihiko, Traci... I used to think that the longer you stayed here, the more likely it was that you’d stick around, but it looks like a lot of people who’ve been here for a while are gone now. The trends are -- well, that’s another topic. We’re here to say that that’s not all of ‘em, though.

[Dick’s posture is unusually perfect; his hands, folded in his lap, are completely still. He’s composed - too much so, for anyone who’s used to his constant movement.]

Wally went home the other day, too. Just a little over two years here. [He looks as if there’s something more he wants to say about it, but that’s all he manages, for the moment.] I don’t know about you guys, but for me? The worst part about this place is losing people. Knowing we might not see them again, and if we do, they might not remember.

But… even if they don’t, even if you both forget, it’s still important that it happened, right? [He splays his hands a bit, still folded.] If it hurts that they’re gone, it’s only because what you had together was worth missing.

[It is a rare day that Dick Grayson is more comfortable with naked emotion than Jaime Reyes, but it seems that today’s one of those days. Jaime gives Dick a little smile, though it’s strained around the edges.]

Anyway. What we’re really getting at here, is remembering these people. Not, these people specifically, but the people who used to be here. Or people you used to have at home; we’re not exactly picky. If you got any stories you’d like other people to remember, in case you’re the one who leaves next, we’d like to hear ‘em. [He should probably say something about how important these people are, but -- no, he seems to decide against it. He clears his throat a little.] Thanks for listening.

tactical_lalafel

[The camera cuts in on a close-up - a round face, piercing blue eyes with no clear pupils behind rimless glasses perched atop a snub nose, broad pointed ears sticking out chin-length black hair, fills the field of view, scrunched up in a look of the sort of concentration you'd expect from someone disarming a bomb.] What does that light- broadcasting? Oh, seven hells...

[The face scrambles back, revealing a person standing maybe three feet tall, dressed in a wizardly-looking sort of robe. They wave to the camera, smiling nervously.] Ah, hello! Sorry about that - devices like this aren't common where I come from, and the ones there are tend to be... hazardous, in one way or another. [If Allagan technology isn't malfunctioning from millenia without maintenance, it's functioning perfectly and trying to kill you.]

Anyhow! Malms Vovokosi, battle thaumaturge and adventurer, at your service. [He bows to the camera.] Now, since the Grand Company that brought us here has been so kind as to arrange employment already, I find I have a favor to ask. Does anyone play Illusion: The Gathering? I feel I should have some idea as to what the wares I'm to be selling are.

asoothingvoice

[ A Hispanic woman— olive-brown skin, glossy black hair pulled back into a pony tail—is visible, and looking very clearly unhappy; she's on the verge of anger, really. The area behind her is very clearly in Heropa.]

I would love to know what makes people think it's fine to go around kidnapping people and force them into helping with their own goals, especially when it involves giving them crazy powers and dragging them out of their normal lives. [Especially now that this seems to be a recurring thing for her family.]

I know they say they still have the Cold War going on here, but this? This is absurd. Throwing superpowers at people isn't going to do anything.

[She takes a moment to compose herself. She already got angry with a soldier when she arrived in the first place. Other people in the same position probably don't need it too.]

I'm Bianca Reyes, by the way. Normally, I'm just a nurse, but they can't leave that alone either.

rassera

[It's been a long while since Kaneda had to think about preparing himself for the worst in this place. Maybe ever since the Perestroika Seminar things had quieted down to a relatively tame degree, but he's noticed he (especially him) have been getting too comfortable. Not that it's a bad thing--he certainly liked waking up in the morning and not having to fear for his life on a constant basis. But the reality being that the world now saw them as weapons and targets has never quite left his mind. America, for as much as it offered him and as better of a life as it gave him....was still America. And that's the part he hates most.

There's also Peter Pan to consider. He's not going to pretend that the issue of him being let go after four months isn't bugging him, and it's clearly visible when those brows furrow every time the topic's brought up. He needed new tricks to keep up with this guy.

For all his weapons stashed in his closet, he's certainly not going to be the one to say 'yeah, that's enough'. If he'd stopped before, he'd have been a lot less prepared for the events that happened. So when the feed clicks on, he's seen in HIS room for once, Capsule (his golden retriever) lying with him on his bed.

His request is fairly simple.

And it's something one wouldn't really be too surprised to hear coming from him.]

Oi.

Anyone know how to use swords?

[Because he's looking for teachers.]

lasthugs

[Mid-morning, Cass makes a post to the network while sitting at one of the tables of her café. She's smiling just as usual, but the Lucky Cat Café in the background is quiet and oddly empty, even at this slow time of morning after the rush hour.]

Hi everyone! It's Cass... and I've got a couple of announcements to make, [she starts, then drums her fingers against the tabletop before she continues.]

I'm sure most people know have realized by now, but Tadashi and Hiro Hamada have left. They haven't come home in several days, and they're no longer on this network. I don't know if they'll come back or not, but so far I've waited and there haven't been any signs. I-- [She turns away from the camera for a moment and raises her hand to cover her mouth. There's a sniffle, a sigh, and then she's back.] Regardless of whether they come back or not, I wanted to take some time and thank all of you for being there for them, supporting them, and most of all being their friends. It meant a lot to me to be able to see them surrounded by so many people.

That said! [she claps her hands once, softly.] If the boys had borrowed something from you and you want it back, please let me know. I'm going to be going through their belongings and storing them. If you had borrowed something from them and want to return it, you can bring it to the café and I'll hold on to them.

As for my second announcement. [Here she sighs and takes a look around at the store.] We've been shorthanded at the shop lately. I don't want to overwork the guys I've got now, so I would like to announce that if anybody is interested and working at a café, I could use some extra hands on the weekends and in the mornings.

That's it! It's getting warm, so stay hydrated, all of you.

((ooc; The cafe really is hiring! If your character is interested, hit me up in a PM or my plurk @ squigstuff ))

bindsthedead

[When the camera turns on, Sabriel's slumped in a chair at her home, looking dirty, disheveled, and utterly exhausted. Her skin is deathly white, and dark shadows are visible under her eyes. Back in her world she'd pushed through it because she had to, because stopping would mean her death. Now, it's harder to hold off the exhaustion and the grief- she's holding herself together through willpower and not much else.]

Everyone and everything has a time to die. [Sabriel seems to be half-reciting, half thinking aloud. Sabriel pauses, and finds herself struggling to speak, because suddenly her throat feels very dry.]

My father is dead. I'm Abhorsen. [She can feel her throat tighten, but she keeps talking. She has to keep her mind off her exhaustion and her grief for a little bit longer.

She's tired, and sad, and she just wants to sleep.]

Major-General, I'm sorry, but I'll need a leave of absence for a few days.

[And then, with a final sigh, Sabriel leans forward and turns off the feed.]

iamtetsuo

[The feed clicks on to an extremely high view, focused partly on Tetsuo's face, the wind blowing his white hair erratically around. He's perched vulturelike on the support structures of one of the taller buildings in downtown Nonah, above the top floor, waiting for the wind to die down enough for him to talk.

And that's not even what he's here to talk about. Both hands are visible, and the camera is held very still; he's either got it perched on something or is holding it up with his powers.]

So, I've been thinking... We're all made out of elements and stuff, right? Carbon, nitrogen and water, things like that. All that boring shit they make you learn about in school.

[Apparently water's an element now. He pauses.]

But that's what I don't get. Ever since I really started to think about it... I keep coming back to it, you know? How we're all made out of a small list of ingredients...

[Sorry to anyone with a fear of heights - he reaches out to tap the comm and the camera moves dizzyingly downwards, providing a nice scene of lower building roofs, cars no larger than colorful beads, some trees... It pans out out to give a dramatic view of the rest of Nonah as he continues.]

But that same list makes all of this, too! What's the difference? How's something alive the same as stuff that can't be?

systemize

Hi, everyone.

I've forced anonymous for this post. You can't log in. I thought we could all try to get some honest, no-strings-attached opinions out of each other, but feel free to use this for whatever you want.

I'll post a couple headers, but you can make your own, too.

Have fun. If anything gets out of hand, let me know.

Stormer

[ooc: Obviously we can't actually post anon here, but please pretend everyone is, in fact, anon. :) There is also no privating and you might consider responding to Cadel's opt-in hacking permissions for me, too! ]

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