Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

My gallery · by **sunhorsestar** » Thu Dec 24, 2020 3:01 pm

OOC: Anyone open? Tried reading through, but although I’ve been told otherwise it doesn’t look like there’s a good opening to jump in somewhere. I’ve got three on T1 and 1 on T2

My gallery · by **sammy,** » Fri Dec 25, 2020 12:49 am

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thanatos(t2)
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when he opened his eyes, he knew where he was.
llanfihangel - the tiny, remote church, not a far stretch from his village. he was inside. it felt warm. the pews were shining, the lamps from above casting just enough light to be considered ambient. he knew this church well. it didn't explain why he was there, though.
maybe he was dead. he considered the thought, rolled it over, but it didn't make much sense. he didn't feel very dead. in fact, though convinced his spectral body was warm, he was aware of the low ache of wind against his hands. still connected to some part of his body, then. so he was just hallucinating. or someone had brought him here.
"hello," said a voice behind him, smooth as silk, deep as the valleys. teilo span for the source, laid eyes upon a man with golden eyes, flowing dark hair, and - perhaps most notably - a set of wings that shone in the light of the faux church. "i like your setting. it's quaint."
"who are you?" teilo asked, though he thought he knew the answer. his father, certainly, but the rest was not sure. the man's eyebrow raised lethargically. "why now?"
"what do you mean, 'why now'?"
"i haven't heard a peep from you for all my life, and you show up right when it's damned inconvenient. so, come on. why now?"
"i gave you a gift," he sounded affronted.
"the scythe? yeah, fantastic gift, that - except no one uses scythes apart from the bloody -" the penny dropped. "oh."
"thanatos. it's nice to meet you, teilo. it's a good name, that. i recall the saint."
"am i dead?" he stammered.
"no. not quite. to bring you here, i had to put it into stasis. you'll die for perhaps half a minute, but the moment you leave, you'll be back where you need to be. is that alright?"
"why'd you send the ghost?"
"that wasn't me. but it sent you into a state that made pulling you here easy," thanatos paused, looked around. behind him, his wings seemed to have a life of their own, trembling at every disturbance.
"so you're my dad," teilo said, still slightly dumbfounded.
"it would appear so. sorry,"
"and all those ghosts, they're all because... you're my dad. i went through all of that back home, because you're my dad. and you never thought... 'i'll drop in, let him know that he's not actually hallucinating his mate, that he is actually a ghost, and -'" he choked on the words.
"the ghosts are a gift, teilo," the smile of death should not have looked so kind. "you just haven't learnt how to use them yet. they say the dead tell no tales, but..."
teilo considered the riddle for a moment. shook his head. "i don't know what -" he shut his eyes tight. "i want to go back."
"okay. well. i'll try to be more.... active."
"yeah. right. go to hell." teilo realised the irony, and, almost thankfully, thanatos laughed.
"indeed i will," he paused. "there is lots to come. good luck."
then, he was gone, and teilo was alone in the church of his childhood that was slowly falling away.

in the 'real' world, his body jerked.

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zeus' fist
zeus(t1) - counselor
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things escalated rather quickly.
one moment he was revelling in all that the mini-victory had to offer, dancing in the wake of his plan working, and the next, he was pinned flush against the bark of a tree, every part of his body rubbing against the bricks, a blade to his throat, wild eyes in his vision, and cold, cold hands.

he erred on the edge, teetered on the line, in fact. glanced at maria for some form of assistance, but then returned to his preset. he was not going to let this snap him. not yet. there was something very brutal brewing in the pit of stomach, something he did not want to let out - a writhing creature, a thing of nightmares. the wind had nearly been knocked out of him, but he managed to plaster a smile on regardless. "aw," he said, his tone not matching the dire scenario. "you think i'm pretty?" a low laugh, careful not to let his adams apple ride up against the serrated edge. "is this the part where we kiss? sorry. i should've prepared."

the seriousness took hold when he saw the frost on her fingers, the fury in her eyes. this was a bit more than a little humiliation, and stations called for action. she threatened to scratch his face up and his eyes dulled, no longer brimming with manic joy, but taking this moment, where his life was very much on the line, to take things very seriously. he should have backed down - everything in the book called for it.
but he had only read one book over the year, and he didn't think that sun tzu would have been very pleased to know that he had backed down in the face of danger.

"go on, then," he said, voice calm, placid. "go on. cut it up. see what happens, auggie auggie auggie." orin's eyebrows raised. "come on. you've got the chance. you know how many people would kill for this right now? how many would like to gouge my eyes with their damned thumbs just because i'm a little too bouncy for 'em? a little too sharp? go on. i don't think you will. i think you're a bit too boring. a bit too aware of what exactly would happen if you slipped and my throat was emptied onto the snow. i think you know what would happen. but... go on." it was a challenge. "your hands are getting a little chilly there. i'd be careful. make a decision now. back off, no-one gets hurt, or... you know." a slow, calculated breath in, and then an eruption after a period of such eerie calm. "DO IT!" a harsh gust of wind - this time his own doing - and a rumble from the sky punctuated his point.

My gallery · by **takara** » Fri Dec 25, 2020 3:13 am

The boy's body jerked, and her eyes went wide. Still, she was struck with a strange calmness. "Put him down," She said to Jamie, lowering her own half of him. She pressed two fingers into the side of his neck, and the lack of a pulse, or even a response to the prodding made her blood run cold.

Mother, I've never asked you for anything... She trailed off with her silent prayer, frowning. Save him or I will personally climb Mount Olympus and see to it that you won't be remembered... Crap, that was worse. Threatening a god probably wasn't the best move. Whatever, she had to focus on the boy at hand.
She looked to Jamie. "How fast can you run?" She said softly. She couldn't run to save her life...or Teilo's. Would ambrosi do any good at this point?
She pushed the thought away, focus she commanded herself.

"Moving him won't do any good," She said, the words making her heart pound. "I'll stay with him and see if anyone else knows CPR," Her voice shook at that last word. In all honesty, she barely knew it herself.
This could still give the other team an opening, but winning the stupid game was the furthest thing from her mind. She looked at Jamie, eyes wide, please? She begged internally, fear thudding through her veins.

Alex was drawn to any sight of drama, and the multicolored kid on a large horse was certainly that. He eyed the huge creature, which seemed to lack any armour, curiously.
"Are you trying to get that thing killed?" He asked, gesturing frantically at the horse. The easiest way to get at Niji would be to cut out his mount from under him. And the lack of armour made that even easier.

Meanwhile, on team 2...

Hank's blood ran cold at the description, well, more of the part eith her controlling snow. I didn't ask for this, any of this! He thought angrily. When would the gods see them as more than pawns to be used and disposed of.
He shook his head to clear it, pulling himself back to the task, or camper, at hand. "It looks like it's working!" He said, amazed at the fat snowflakes that now made great cover. He turned back toward Aydan, "Just, try not to overdo it. This won't be your only chance to work on that." He said gently.
"This...ice girl...did she mention a name?" He asked, trying to keep the fear out of his voice at the prospect of his suspicions being correct.

Aggy eyed Juliet. She had to admit, it was a solid plan. "Wait till they get close to throw, unless they're holding back because they think it might be a trap, " She said, feeling the need to add something. She worked her way over to the chosen bushes, nesting her small form inbetween limbs, while she scoped out a spot for snatching snow from with her eyes. She found a good spot, then plunged her hand in to begin work on her icy arsenal.
This was going to be fun!

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My gallery · by **FerretMonarch** » Fri Dec 25, 2020 4:07 am

Niji Sakura Budōnoki • 17 • (he/they) • Homosexual • Dionysus • Location: forest• Tags: Alex, team 1

Niji laughed at the thought. She's came from the calvary and they didn't use armor on her either, so she'll be fine. And I havent had the time to fit her yet." Niji said apologeticly, but to be honest they werent that worried about anyone getting close to the collosial creature

My gallery · by ***Lovel*** » Fri Dec 25, 2020 5:21 am

Aydan Tags: Hank and Val Location: Forest Team: 2

Aydan simply nodded in reply to his fellow campers concern but it was already too late. He knew he was pushing it but didn't have the heart to tell Hank that. Was he actually concerned about this other boys feelings right now? When did he start thinking of this boy as a friend? He threw away those thoughts for now as Hank asked him another question about the girl in his dream. Aydan could sense the tension building inside his new friend but, he decided to answer anyway.... someone needed to know about the girl and from Hanks reaction it seemed imperative for him to know. "Juniper" he breathed out "I'm not sure if it's her real name but, it's the one she told me. " he said as he opened his eyes to look at Hanks face to study how he reacted to this information. Should he be as worried as he felt that he should be now?

My gallery · by **Kveykva** » Fri Dec 25, 2020 6:00 am

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Aiden's shoulders rose as the boy heaved a deep sigh, scrubbing at his eyes. Tough bunch. That sounded about right. Each group of campers suffered stereotyping, albeit accurate, of their godly parent. By lesser extension, they were also compared to the head counselor. Aiden always gave the impression of being infallible; to a lot of campers, he was a shoulder to cry on and a pillar to raise others up. When it came to his own problems, however, he was silent. "All the head counselors are tough like that, you're right." Aiden offered the satyr a smile, trying to ease the other's unmistakable worry. "I mean, just take Hank for example. He's the best archer I've ever seen, and he's got the nose of bloodhound--not like, as in smell, but he's got that innate hunter sense, you know?" He raised his hands for effect. "I remember back when he used to only come around in the summer. He always had a different story from Wyoming, and I used to feel like that place was on another planet or something. Completely out of reach. But, one day he came back, middle of fall, because the monster attacks were getting so bad..." His voice trailed off. "I don't like to think that there are monsters out there that are so dangerous that Hank has to stay cooped up in here all the time. I know he misses back home."

My gallery · by **WitchHazel** » Fri Dec 25, 2020 6:26 am

As Mirabelle traversed the treacherous rocks, the hairs on the back of her neck rose up. Someone's watching me. She paused, swiveling her head around to see if she could spot the culprit. That was her crucial mistake. When turning, she'd moved her left foot without thinking. The icy rock caused her foot to slip, sending her stumbling. She waved her arms in a rather ungraceful movement, heart racing as she desperately tried to regain her balance.
If not for her heavy armour, she may have just been able to make it. The celestial bronze weighed her down, throwing her movements off ever so slightly. It was just enough to send her careening over the edge.
The shock of frigid water hitting her body sent Mirabelle's head reeling. The spot they had picked to cross had seemed shallow at first, but was quite a bit deeper than expected. She came up sputtering, only to be dragged back down by the weight of her metal helmet and breastplate. Desperate to get to the surface, she threw her helmet off and swam towards the surface.
Cold air filled her lungs as she broke through, gasping for air. She managed to wrap her arms around one of the slippery rocks. Some of the Nemesis campers tried to offer help, but it was all they could do to keep from ending up in Mirabelle's situation.
There's no way I can pull myself up onto a rock; it's much too slippery, she realised. Though her limbs were quickly numbing and her teeth had started to chatter, Mirabelle was still determined to keep playing. Perhaps foolishly so. Hardening her resolve, the Aphrodite head counselor started to swim towards the opposite bank, using the rocks to keep from fully submerging once more.

(I'll get a post up for Mira later c:)

|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Forest|Team 2|Tags: Aggie, Open|

Juliet nodded when Aggy gave a little advice on battle tactics, shooting her a grin before taking cover behind the aforementioned bushes. She started rolling snowballs, peppering in a few rocks and chunks of ice for extra effect. If all went well, and that was a big if, whoever walked into their trap would have no idea where the snowballs were coming from. With the thick snow cascading from above, the snowman Juliet had made certainly looked like a camper. The armour and sword definitely added to the decoy. If Juliet hadn't known any better, she would've sworn she even saw the snowman move ever so slightly. Just a trick of the wind, she rationalised. Though her fingers were starting to numb, she continued sculpting her arsenal of snowballs. With the aid of her super-speed - Thanks dad! - the barrage would certainly require quite a large number of icy projectiles.

|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Medical Tent|Tags: Aiden|

"Yeah, you're totally right!" Chuck agreed, though his voice came out about an octave higher than usual. "And there's like, a decent amount of counselors goin' on the quest, I think? Like, not super sure what's rumour or fact, you know how the Aphrodite dudes are. Well, like, most of them, anyways." He fell silent again as Aiden began talking about Hank, tilting his head while he listened. "Like, yeah," he finally chimed in, tone more pensive than usual. "There are some pretty nasty monsters out there... I mean, Mira's dad was like, totally attacked by an empousa. And like, she wasn't even there when the attack started! We arrived just in time. A few moments later and..." Guilt flashed across the satyr's face as the realisation dawned on him that he'd said too much. Aw man, she's like, gonna turn all my clothes bright pink or something when she finds out I almost spilled some of her secrets. Come on, man, get a grip! Thinking fast, Chuck turned the conversation back onto Hank. "Like, I bet Hank has faced all sorts of crazy monsters, you know?" he supplied. "But like, yeah. It's totally safer for demigods here than like, out there." The thought struck him that saying something like that wasn't particularly comforting. "Uh, I mean, like, they can totally handle it, but it's still nicer staying somewhere where you don't have to worry about being attacked all the time, you know?" His attempt at rectifying the situation didn't sound especially convincing, even to his own ears.

|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Flying Over the Woods at Camp Half-Blood|Tags: Orin's abilities & Ayden (both mentioned), Open|

Though transporting herself and the gryphon she was riding proved to be rather tiring, Vivienne made it to Camp Half-Blood in a very short amount of time. Especially considering she'd been eight hours away. A little help from her mother had her to that wretched place in record time.
Soon enough, she was soaring over the trees on her winged steed. The weather posed no problems for her - she simply manipulated it to part around them as they flew, keeping a watchful eye on the game below. Sorrow welled up inside of her at the bittersweet memories that surfaced. However, it was quickly smothered by rage and disgust. They must pay for their brutal actions. Vivienne's ice blue eyes blazed with fury as she whipped her mother's handiwork into a full-blown blizzard. The winds picked up drastically, and snow tumbled from the sky in thick flurries. A rumble sounded from around her, but she convinced herself that it was just her mother.
Meanwhile, Khione surveyed her handiwork, remaining hidden in the gusts of snow and wind. Her eyes narrowed in interest as she detected a disturbance in the snow. Someone is manipulating my winds. She knew it wasn't Vivienne, as she was busy intensifying the storm up in the clouds. Using her abilities to travel on the icy winds, Khione flew unseen to the source of the disruption. A boy stood at the centre of a swirling nexus. Nothing compared to what she and Vivienne could do, but still... the boy had potential. She instantly recognised him as one of her own. Might as well do the boy a favour... With just a thought, the glowing symbol of a snowflake materialised above his head. That being said... Khione saw the claiming as a favour to her child, not a courtesy. She would most certainly demand something in return, given time. With that, the snow goddess spiraled away on the winds, intent on putting the second part of their plan into action.

My gallery · by **indigo'** » Fri Dec 25, 2020 6:29 am

Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Forest, real flag/med tent|tags:CTF group, Ophelia, Teilo, Chuck, Aiden|Team 1
When Orin’s body jerked, Jamie’s expression somehow morphed to be even more terrified than he already had been. He followed Ophelia’s instructions and gently set the boy down on the ground. He watched nervously as she checked for a pulse, not knowing what to do and feeling useless because of it. “I can run,” He said quickly. “I can run fast.” That happened to be the one thing he was good at. When you’ve spent your whole life running and hiding to get away from various fights and monsters, it starts to become quite a skill. He nodded at her words, though it was hard to hear her over the thudding of his heart beat. He met her pleading gaze and tried to give her what he thought was a reassuring look before he turned and sprinted off into the woods.

HIs feet slipped along the ice and snow covering the ground, but he was careful not to fall and tried to use the extra speed to his advantage, flying along and dodging in and out of trees. When he reached the medical tent, he was thoroughly out of breath. He stepped inside, breathing hard but determined to help his new friend. Chuck and Aiden were inside the tent but he didn’t have time to worry about what he was interrupting. “Teilo...” He panted. “Needs ambrosia...he’s not...he’s unconscious...something’s wrong.” He stammered, still gasping for breath from the run and from his quickly increasing panic.

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Forest, Zeus’ fist|tags:CTF group, Orin, Maria|Team 2
Auggie’s face darkened at the boy’s sarcastic comments and she growled angrily. She’d completely forgotten about the huntress, hiding up in one of the trees, her thinking was being impaired by the flood of anger that now flowed through her veins. She was mad enough at being tricked, but Orin’s cocky attitude and mocking tone added insult to injury. The frost the was beginning to spread across her hands didn’t help. She knew this happened when her emotions got out of control, but it had also happened every time she’d had a panic attack and the sensation brought back an uncomfortably familiar feeling.

The boy’s expression seemed to harden, like he was finally taking this seriously. Good, She thought. This is what I wanted. She considered his words briefly, eyes still narrowed and cold. Unfortunately he was right, it would be so easy to just shift her knife slightly, place it against an important artery and make a quick cut. But there would be repercussions. She shook the thought away, slightly concerned that it had even crossed her mind. She wasn’t a killer. She wasn’t going to kill one of the other campers in the middle of capture the flag. “You think I’m scared of you because Zeus is your daddy?” She hissed at him, pressing the knife down a little harder, just enough to scare the boy, still not enough to make an incision. “I’m not. You think everyone finding you irritating and impossible is a threat? It’s not.”

Her glare faltered for barely second at his mention of her cold hands, hardly long enough to notice. She knew that her hands were starting to freeze. She also knew that her ears were ringing and her heart was beating much too quickly. There was nothing she could do about that. If she backed off now it would only get worse. She’d look like a coward and there’d be nothing to channel this inconvenient, unpredictable energy towards. She didn’t flinch when he raised his voice, or at the harsh gust of wind he created. She was aware of what he could do. She was more afraid of herself than she was of Orin. And she’d had plenty of practice keeping her expression stoic and cold in the face of danger. Reluctantly, she took her blade away from his neck and turned around, looking as if she were about to walk away before she whipped back around, swinging a punch with full force of her icy fist towards his face.

My gallery · by **sammy,** » Fri Dec 25, 2020 7:48 am

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no longer in his self-created church, the memory lost to time, faded, but rather, in the dark. it was like a swimming pool - there was no up, no down, no concept of forward or back. he was simply there. the ache in his hands was falling away, replaced by something that felt like it was seizing his chest.
if he had thought he was dead before, then now, he was certain. something in the dark felt as though it was coaxing him further, luring him into its ends - a sound like running water, like a groan of gates, amplified to the point where it was nearly impossible to ignore. he took a step - was it a step? he didn't feel as though he had a body, so how was he moving with it? - the thought spiralled from his nonexistent head and shattered on what would have been the ground. teilo came to a halt.
"not yet," he heard, a voice like honey, a voice he knew, with an accent that didn’t quite sound like home, but was recognisable regardless. only two words, but he still knew it. he would have known that voice at the edge of oblivion, the end of all things.
"back again, then?" he wasn't sure how he had a voice. didn't feel like he was speaking, rather that the words were spiralling through the air, not quite belonging to him, but his nonetheless.
"things to do, griff."
"i'm tired,"
"that's never been an excuse, has it?" he couldn't turn around, look at the face that had haunted him for two long years. "people need you. i knew they would. you're a proper hero now."
"i could just stay here. with you,"
"you know you can't. it's not right." a beat of silence. "your dad's strange."
"he's hardly my dad," teilo frowned. "just someone who happened to be involved in all of this. someone who's arbitrarily linked to me. i doubt he thinks of me as his son."
"but the people you're with - they're family, aren't they? or they will be. one day, when you stop being so -" a bitter laugh. he hated that laugh. he missed that laugh. "so you." this wasn't fair. it was like being dragged over crushed glass, neverending. "we used to dream about saving the world."
"we used to do a lot of things," it wasn't supposed to sound so bereft, but even without tears to cry, the syllables sounded twisted by sobs. "doesn't mean anything."
"you have to go."
"i don't want to,"
"no. but i have to go, so i think it's best we part ways pretending it was both of our choices,"
"no, don't -"
"love you,"
teilo turned toward the source of the noise -
nothing. there was no-one there. the outside world waited, but it could wait a little longer. he shouted, called for the name that had not been spoken, screamed the words he'd never said, waiting for a reply. waiting to see a face he knew, and knew wholeheartedly.

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he was certain, sure, that this girl had to be all bark and no bite. there wasn't a chance in hell that she'd risk killing him, not for this, not now, on the eve of what was going to be war - and that meant, in his mind, that he had already won. there was no question about it. she could drag her dagger across the length of his face, maim him all that she deemed fit, but the fact was that his life was not in danger.
maybe that was just wishful thinking on his part. but if he was confident, then he was going to keep it that way. all the exorbitant joy had been replaced with cold stares, calculating gazes. she wasn't certain about any of this. ruled by her emotions, it appeared - angered by his confidence. and when that happened, it made people clumsy. with that difficulty stripped away from his mind, he felt like a machine. it was sad, but she wasn't going to win against a machine.

"let's get this clear, lovely." he said, drawling the words. the knife was still on his neck, still threatening him, but it invoked no more fear. "my pa, he's a grand old chap, but you shouldn't be scared of me because of him." a slow blink. "you should be scared of me because i am the one person in this camp that would forgive anyone anything. i am the one person who would look at you, after you've done this, and see nothing but one of my fellow campmates. you should be scared of that, not because it's a bad thing, but because imagine - imagine how angry you would have to make me to get on my bad side." he let the words simmer. "i'm irritating and i'm impossible, but i forgive you anyway. isn't that what you want to hear? i forgive you this, and all qualms you may have had, and you should take that and run with it." there was no inflection in his voice, no malevolent twist or cheerful lilt.

she took the knife away from his throat, but he didn't let his guard down. orin's eyes watched the way she moved, like she wasn't quite done, and took the liberty of flexing the muscles in his hands and - strangely - sheathing his dagger. there was no need for it now. he'd built her a bridge to retreat across, and if she didn't take it -
well, that was a problem that auggie would have to deal with on her own.

a twist, a fist, barrelling toward him, all shamefully anticipated. his palms were pointed at the tree behind him, the one he had been pinned against, and in a swift movement, he threw one hand up, a shoot of branching electricity coming from the centre of his fist, hitting one of the overhanging branches and conducting the massive energy into the trunk of the cracking bark. his head dipped, swerved, and though the punch caught his cheekbone, it didn't seem to matter as much as the suddenly 'charged' tree.

My gallery · by **Kveykva** » Fri Dec 25, 2020 8:47 am

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Aiden nodded, putting on a strong face and masking his uncertainty behind a laugh. Yeah, yeah I know. No one really wants to be attacked all the time." Their discussion ended on a lighter note, and before any more could ensue, the tent flap blew open. This time, it wasn't the wind. "Jamie!" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "Bring him inside, quickly," He motioned for the Iris camper to come inside, holding open the tent for him. "Chuck, grab him some water." He ordered, listening to Jamie's description of the situation. He didn't seem injured, but he recognized Teilo with him, who appeared unresponsive. He pressed two fingers to the underside of the unconscious camper's throat, feeling for a pulse. Nothing. "And nectar!" He added, alarm infecting his otherwise calm tone. Aiden immediately started chest compressions, putting as much of his weight into it as he could. Come on, wake up. All the while, the winds outside were picking up, buffeting the tent with newfound fury. Everything started happening all at once, and Aiden forced himself to stay calm in the midst of it. He breathed a few mouthfuls of air into Teilo's lungs to inflate them before resuming compressions, turning to Chuck once he came back with the requested nectar. "The storm's only getting worse, someone has to tell Chiron to call this off. I don't care if it's you or someone else, but someone needs to find him." Still, he worried about sending anyone out into this weather to find the centaur.

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