Lord Xavier
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Post by Lord Xavier on Sept 3, 2011 16:49:00 GMT -5
He is despised and rejected of men ( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,width: 410px; padding: 10px; background-color: #2e5187; border: 1px dotted #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] and we hid as it were our faces from him The door leading away from the Master of the City's office slammed shut, vibrations dancing across the wooden panels that covered the walls, the lights dangling from the ceiling swaying with the terrible sound. Had anyone been unfortunate enough to be standing in said corridor, they would have either quickly found refuge behind one of the many doors or would have had to face the tremendous temper of Lord Xavier Vladimirescu. His pale hand still firmly clutching onto the door knob, it was on the brink of being crushed under his powerful grip. It was clear to any who crossed him that night that Lord Xavier was extremely angry about something or other, the maroon eyes adopting flashes of bright red crimson which reflected the passionate violence that burned in his heart. Now then, do I hear you ask what had enraged the Master so greatly?
Well, let me explain: since finding out that his fledgling vampire had been branded with a demon's mark, he had been doing everything in his power to find a way of removing it. He had been convinced that tonight would be the end of the whole ordeal, having drafted in a particularly powerful witch. Alas and alack, much to his disappointment and irritation, the said witch had lost all of her powers. Releasing the door knob, the master vampire breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly, his mind working away, trying to figure out another way of ridding his fledgling of the demon's mark. Red eyes moved to look at what he clutched in his left hand, a blessed silver dagger covered in various Vaudun runes, the handle crafted from oak. He was at a loss to what he could possibly do next other than peeling off his fledgling’s skin. A small smile formed as he thought about the sound of her screaming.
Walking slowly down the corridor, heading for the end door, his free hand rummaged in one of his pockets for a large key. The lights above, which had by now slowed down their swinging, danced and bounced off his polished shoes, expensive green carpet cushioning each footfall. Lord Xavier passed several doors, each leading to a room with a very specific purpose, whether it was storing coffins or his own personal supply of blood, before finally reaching the last one. Stuffing the key into the lock, pausing before he opened the door, wondering what state his fledgling would be in when he threw back the lid from her coffin, her prison. It wasn't long before there was the satisfying snap of the lock, the master vampire dropped the key back into a pocket and opened the wooden door.
Rather than the door leading to a room, it only revealed yet another door, although this one would fit in perfectly at any maximum security prison. There was no discernable lock on this particular door, rather there was a small opening inside of which the master vampire could slip his hand. Flames flicked out from underneath his hand, although they were quickly forced up and down through the strange tubular sections inside the door. A heavy shifting and heaving of metal could be heard as the door gave way and swung open in front of him. Revealing an impossibly dark void, the master vampire moved slowly down onto ancient steps that led down into the abyss. His eyes could pick their way through the darkness, but every time he passed a lantern attached to the wall that oozed damp to his right, they flickered into life and revealed the way back up to the club.
Coming to the bottom of the steps, Lord Xavier watched with a small smirk as the rest of the lamps sprang into life, revealing a grotty dungeon much older than the club upstairs. Danse Macabre had been built on the foundations of an old Vaudun ritual ground, an underground haven for where sinister necromancers performed their incantations, the master vampire wasn't entirely sure if all of the zombies had been cleared out. Either way, he knew where he kept the disobedient slaves he possessed, and it wasn't long before he yanked open a heavy door, rusting on the hinges but still holding somehow. The lanterns inside the cell sprang into life just as the ones on the stairs had, casting light on a pure silver coffin that had a large cross cast into the lid. Placing the knife on top of the coffin, the master vampire pulled on some tight black leather gloves and went about removing the blessed silver chains that held down the lid; he could still feel his flesh burn a little.
Watching the chains slip away and clatter against the stone floor, the master vampire let his eyes flicker across the cell's walls, smile holding as he took in the various marks cut into the stone, perhaps the remnants of a prisoner losing their mind, trying to claw their way out of their oncoming death. Gloves still on, Lord Xavier took the knife up in his left hand and threw the coffin's lid off smoothly with his right hand. The inside was lined with plush red material so the vampire inside was not burned alive by the silver, although that magical material sapped their powers completely as they starved to death, their bodies devoid of blood, the feeling of barbed wire being dragged through each vein and artery. She looked dreadful, how long had he locked her up and starved her, was it one week or two? table and image by crayola. |
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Post by Rowan Amber on Sept 3, 2011 17:22:26 GMT -5
You look so beautiful today Another day without you with me Is like a blade that cuts right through me But I can wait I can wait forever When you call my heart stops beating When you're gone it won't stop bleeding But I can wait I can wait forever
| [atrb=border,0,true] | The thought of being locked up at the time of being put into the coffin hadn't really set into Rowan's mind until she was already inside of the coffin. She remembered having taken enough blood to heal her injuries and that was it before she took to her prison. She thought it had been okay at the start, thinking she wouldn't be in there long. Her thoughts were quite crushed when she lost track of time.
At times she thought she heard screaming somewhere outside of the coffin as if the Master was bringing someone downstairs to torture, but nothing ever came of it. It frightened her that maybe there was a ghost around the dungeon trying to scare her as if she could get out to run to safety somewhere else. Her time was spent thinking of what was going on outside of the club where she was located underneath. Was Alan still searching for her, wondering what was going on and why he couldn't find his vampire wife to give her the true death. She really couldn't move to stretch so she was stuck lying still as much as she could without making herself uncomfortable. Even then she was trying hard not to find a way to complain about how uncomfortable the coffin was becoming even after a few days if that. Or it was a few hours, she couldn't remember.
Rowan had noticed her skin started to look a little paler each day and it felt almost rubbery to the touch from the lack of blood. Blood. She shouldn't think of that word, it made her want to get out more and find some from the actual source. Seemed so unlike her, but in desperate times, things got the best of you. Maybe that was what kept her going, seeing the sight of blood again to know that she was still here and not given the true death.
By now she couldn't tell if it was day or night now, she had spent too long in the coffin to actually know what time or day it was. Though she could hear footsteps come closer, even through her prison, she could hear something outside of it. Listening to the chains come off and soft grunts of pain coming from the person who took the chains of she could only bet that her punishment was up, but how could she truly tell.
She let her eyes adjust once the lid to the coffin was open, but she didn't sit up as she stared at the figure standing above her. "My, you look angry. Who pissed you off tonight?" Rowan was merely stating the obvious as she took in the surroundings once more, trying to place where the noises she had been hearing during the time of her punishment. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but then again this was a dungeon and she hadn't quite figure out what was down here just yet nor did she want to find out, if she had to come down here again.
"Can I come out, or do I have to stay in here still?"
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Post by Lord Xavier on Sept 3, 2011 19:01:09 GMT -5
He is despised and rejected of men ( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,width: 410px; padding: 10px; background-color: #2e5187; border: 1px dotted #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] and we hid as it were our faces from him Waiting for his vampire fledgling to flicker into life, lids rising up and revealing her cold blue eyes, wandering and somewhat hoping that solitary confinement had sent her completely mad. One of his favourite past-times was driving his enemies insane, watching as their mechanism broke, nothing left of their former selves except for the ghost trapped behind their frenzied eyes. She certainly looked a lot more pallid than the last time he had seen her, closing the coffin on her and strapping it down with blessed silver chains. Perhaps he would keep her as a foolish pet, transform her into a court jester to entertain him when he was feeling particularly despondent. Or maybe he would hire her out as a whore, people nowadays were into the crazy bitches, but how about one you could stab, cut and slash only to find her fully healed in the next instance. For that, she'd fetch a good price.
A frown flashed across his thin blue lips when she spoke, still possessing that impertinent tone that a lesser master would have beaten out of her. There was a time and a place for such things, for now he would just carve out the demon's mark and enjoy as she writhed and screamed in absolute agony. "Shut up, slave," he hissed with authority resonating from his voice, all he lacked was the forked tongue to complete the malevolent image. Holding up his right hand, cupping it slightly, the master vampire kept his attention on his fledgling as fire formed in his palm, building up to create a ball of orange flame. Moving it to the edge of the coffin, he held it close to the plush red lining. He would hold back for a while, but sooner or later he would set the inside of the coffin alight and find out whether Rowan was quick enough to escape his fury. His mood had been darkening greatly of late.
Business had been good as always, tourists flocking into the Vampire District to catch a glimpse of a real immortal, although Lord Xavier despised the modern vampire. The pure bloodlines were running thin, he was the last of his line since eating his brother, and he had given up hope completely in finding his daughter, accepting that she was most certainly dead by now, it had been two decades since she had been taken from him. Concentrating back on his vampire fledgling, the master vampire listened to her question, wondering whether he really wanted her out of the coffin, it had been rather nice working alone the past fortnight. "I suppose you ought to," he replied. "Before I burn you alive." A wicked smile formed as he ignited the material lining the coffin, watching as the orange flames spread and began to descend, hungrily reaching toward her body to burn her alive. table and image by crayola. |
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Post by Rowan Amber on Sept 3, 2011 19:26:14 GMT -5
You look so beautiful today Another day without you with me Is like a blade that cuts right through me But I can wait I can wait forever When you call my heart stops beating When you're gone it won't stop bleeding But I can wait I can wait forever
| [atrb=border,0,true] | Rowan winced at the tone of his voice when he told her to shut up. Though this time it was slave, not fledgling like his usual calling of her. Someone must have really annoyed the shit out of him to put him in such a bad mood. Was he like this when she first met him? She couldn't quite remember though she did remember he had been in a playful mood that night, tonight he just seemed like he wanted to cause trouble.
Watching his hand, Rowan noticed that he was doing one of his fire tricks. Now it would be time to worry about what he was going to do. She was never a fan of his little tricks that he did, but why he decided to do them on her was beyond her. She had sat up by now, wondering if he was ever going to move his hand away from the coffin so he could let her out, but she decided against her better judgment to ask him to move.
"I suppose you ought to. Before I burn you alive."
Rowan was confused by his statement, but once she saw the fire edge toward the material she was sitting on she moved as fast as her body would let her to get out, but she stumbled out of it and landed on flat on her butt as she stomped out the small little flames that started to attack the pajama pants she had wore to keep herself somewhat sane while her duration in the coffin.
"You evil thing. Has my imprisonment made you mad as a hatter again?" she asked as she stumbled to her feet, feeling a little woozy as she stood. She watched as the fire burned the material away from the coffin itself as she placed a hand on the wall to catch herself. She would have placed it on the coffin, but that would require her to get her hand burned.
"Now what was that for? You sudden think that burning me alive will take the damn demon mark away or something?"
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Post by Lord Xavier on Sept 5, 2011 18:47:18 GMT -5
He is despised and rejected of men ( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,width: 410px; padding: 10px; background-color: #2e5187; border: 1px dotted #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] and we hid as it were our faces from him The devilish grin stuck fast to his face as he watched the flames spread quickly across the crimson material, the panic flooding his fledgling as she tried to escape her own cremation. A laugh ruptured from his throat, bursting through his mouth, lips drawing back to reveal his perfect white teeth, fangs extending with the excitement. His maroon eyes were obscured by his lids as he tilted his head back, the fire vanishing from his hand completely and burning itself out in the coffin, the heady scent of charred material filling the cell. It was a handful of moments before he opened his eyes once more, taking note of the dark stains on the ceiling, remnants of hunters who had managed to blow their brains out before the Master of New Orleans could get his hands on them; foolish mortals, little did they know of the necromancers in the vampire lord's possession, death was only the start of their torture.
Focusing on his pathetic fledgling, Lord Xavier let his laugh transform into a rolling chuckle as he watched her frantically trying to stamp out the flames that were licking her ankles. Whether he liked it or not, her words struck a chord with him that caused the laughter to die in his mouth, turning sour on his ancient tongue. Did she temper the evil in his heart? Had eating his brother changed him or was it his fledgling that had given him a shred of humanity? It was true that when she wasn't by his side that the worst in him came out, just look at what happened with the demon the other week. Would he have entered an all-out battle if she had been near him? He shook his head and let out a tremendous roar, free hand grabbing the edge of the silver coffin, lifting it up above his hand, the smell of burning flesh cascading around him. He could see it now, she made him weak!
"I told you to shut up," he screamed, eyes burning bright red, much like the colour of fresh blood. Throwing his arm forward, he released the coffin, aiming it straight at her, hoping to crush her, maybe even kill her. It made so much sense now, eating his brother hadn't done anything to him, it had been her all this time. These past seven years she had been silently chipping away at his malevolence, she had been making him weaker and weaker over the years. Luna had been right; the great Lord Xavier Vladimirescu had been tamed and trained to sit quietly behind a desk. Tonight would be filled with death, to baptise this stupid little city with the innocent blood of his victims, nobody would be safe from his wrath. Nobody. Not even his precious little fledgling. She would be the first to die. table and image by crayola. |
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Post by Rowan Amber on Sept 5, 2011 19:21:37 GMT -5
You look so beautiful today Another day without you with me Is like a blade that cuts right through me But I can wait I can wait forever When you call my heart stops beating When you're gone it won't stop bleeding But I can wait I can wait forever
| [atrb=border,0,true] | Rowan didn't like where this was heading. His laughter was not very comforting in the least. It was like something was eating him up inside and it frightened her, dearly. She didn't think she had the strength to fight him on this matter, but she didn't have the strength to defeat him anyway. He was older than her and he had probably fed already tonight where as she had not for the past few weeks.
"I told you to shut up." His screaming voice made her wince when she saw him getting ready to release the coffin that had been her prison. She darted the best she could out of its path as she tumbled into the corner of the cell. "Why are you doing this? Why?" her voice wasn't as menacing as his, but she could scream back him just as much as he could to her.
Would she allow him to win this battle? Have her cower in a corner until he left her there to spend the rest of her days? She didn't want to spend anymore time down here. The thought of him burning her sketchbooks after her death made her annoyed that he was trying to kill her to have him go back to his normal ways before he met her. She took a bold move and walked up to him.
"Why the bloody fuck are you doing this? Would your Daughter approve of her father torturing other vampires even ones he created? I know she's a weakness to you. Don't deny it. I would love to have that kind of father who cared for me and didn't push me aside like I was just an object. So if you're going to kill me, kill me. I bet I can manage on my own. Alan tried to get rid of me, it didn't work well for him, did it?" Amethyst snarled at him, hoping it would bring some kind of light to his eyes that he was becoming a monster once more.
In her state of rambling her mouth off, she seemed to forgot how weak her body was and the lack of blood that was coursing through her veins. Her legs wobbled underneath her as she tried to grab a hold of something. Her hands caught a hold of Xavier's wrist, but her grip wasn't really there as she crumbled to the floor.
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Post by Lord Xavier on Sept 6, 2011 0:14:35 GMT -5
He is despised and rejected of men ( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,width: 410px; padding: 10px; background-color: #2e5187; border: 1px dotted #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] and we hid as it were our faces from him A low almost bestial growl charged up his throat and came clawing out of his mouth, his maroon eyes watched as his fledgling narrowly avoided being crushed by the coffin. He had left her to rot in this cell the past few weeks while he figured out a way of getting rid of that infernal mark one of New Orleans's resident demons had made. He had done his best to defend his city from the female of the demon duo, but had ended up losing control completely, because of his inability to rein in his wrath. In some ways he enjoyed those moments where he lost control; it was like the good old days, the way he was before he had eaten his brother, before he had turned Rowan into a child of the night. Which was it? Was it eating his brother that had calmed him down? Had he unknowingly adopted the level-headed characteristics of his brother? Or had his fledgling taught him the value of humanity? The value of normality, not going on a rampage? Had caring changed him?
And from her corner she came, screaming her own questions at him, questioning his madness as if he could rationally explain the way he was feeling. She had to die, he couldn't take it anymore, he didn't want to have her around him when he was like this. What if he removed his own mark from her wrist instead of the demon's? Would that get rid of her? Would that save her from this insanity? Feeling the fresh blood he had drank coursing through his veins and arteries, exploding from his heart like a red orchid, he felt like his mind was been electrocuted by an unseen enemy. It was probably the closest one could come to imitating the effects of the electric chair, thoughts frazzled, feeling like every nerve in your body was being fried, excruciating pain blistering your senses. The room began to swim as she shouted at him, shouting about his daughter, the room filled with the screams of his wife, cry, cry, cry, Clarissa's guts covered the walls, floor, climbing up his body...
Screwing his eyes shut in response, his head was swelling with thousands of voices, it felt like he was being torn apart by both the past and the present. Stumbling backward, crashing straight into the cell door, it clanged shut and he doubled forward, eyes firmly closed, head feeling like it was about to explode. Knife in his right hand frantically slashing at the air as his eyes opened, blinding white, he hacked at his own arms, stabbing himself in the chest, slashing at his face and neck, blood pumping and shooting everywhere. Stabbing it straight into his stomach, releasing it, he turned around, porcelain-white skin covered with blood, he pulled and pulled at the cell door until it came right of its hinges, mortar exploding. Holding the door he threw it across the stone room, stumbling out into the open room, falling onto his hands and knees, a thousand doors, each door rattling, each door holding terrible screams, terrible memories, every single person he'd ever killed. table and image by crayola. |
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Post by luke on Sept 6, 2011 0:53:51 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan Amber on Sept 6, 2011 1:29:51 GMT -5
You look so beautiful today Another day without you with me Is like a blade that cuts right through me But I can wait I can wait forever When you call my heart stops beating When you're gone it won't stop bleeding But I can wait I can wait forever
| [atrb=border,0,true] | She had expected him to at least catch her as she crumbled to the floor to make her pay for what she had said, but none of it seemed to happened. Rowan felt sorry for what she had said after she saw what the vampire master was doing to himself. Was that caused by her? Was this madness her fault that he was destroying himself? Watching from where she had fallen, she was about to go up over to him where he sat upon his knees when something blocked her path.
Luke. She jumped at the sight of him being there. How had he gotten here in this place so deep underground? She heard him say a few things to Xavier about his state of mind and something about removing the demon's mark from her without his consent, but other than that, she seemed a little confused on what was going on. She wanted to help Xavier and get Luke out of here, but that didn't seem to work so well when she noticed Luke wasn't throwing Xavier around anymore and had turned to her.
"Let me go! Let me the fuck go. You have that fucking necromancer as your pretty little pet." Rowan was snarling as she tried to kick Luke into letting her go from the neck before she was flung onto his shoulder. She was banging her fists on his back, but she had to stop to conserve the energy she was losing by fighting back. She wouldn't win this fight either way. "Let me tell you something vampire. I don't like when people mess with my things. I especially don't like it if they fight my sister and then try to take my things away from me."
This made her quite angry to be considered an object again. It reverted back to her childhood years where she was just an object in her parents' eyes. Just an object that needed to be taken care of and almost ignored everyday like she was doll. Tears seemed to well in her eyes thinking of those terrible memories she had as a child. Always wanting the attention of her parents and never getting it. Not once.
"Rowan is mine and she will forever be mine. That is unless you can find a more suited pet. I grow tired of her mouth and lack of strength." Lack of strength? She choose not to fight. It was something that she didn't feel like using. She wanted to be normal and not thought of as a monster, but it seemed that to win such battles, strength was needed. And she didn't have the strength to fight this one. It also didn't help that she could feel electricity from him. "If you ever want to see Rowan again I suggest you do something about it vampire master. If you should even be called that. You seem pretty weak slicing yourself up like a birthday cake." See her again? What was going on with this madness? She was being taken away? Why?
"You have exactly one month to prove you are worthy of this pet. If you cannot... then it looks as if your little pet will be mine and I will be sure to make a long and painful one." She was stuck with this creature for a month? "Remember vampire master! You let your pet die!" Rowan screamed at the pain that was being sent through her. "Xavier! Please don't let him take me. Please.. I beg you. I'm sorry for bringing your little girl into this.. Don..don't let him take me.." She was begging forgiveness, when she knew it wouldn't work well with Xavier. She felt too weak to fight Luke into letting her stay it seemed like she had no choice here.. She was nothing but a puppet in this affair.
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Post by Lord Xavier on Sept 16, 2011 21:22:00 GMT -5
He is despised and rejected of men ( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,width: 410px; padding: 10px; background-color: #2e5187; border: 1px dotted #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] and we hid as it were our faces from him The feeling of his brain pressing against the confines of his skull only increased further, throbbing and pulsing in time to the booming thuds coming from the endless amount of cell doors, naked white hands reaching out for a taste of vampiric flesh. Pain didn't affect this vampire, but what he was experiencing was far greater than pain, it held so much more power over his highly unstable mind. Maroon from his iris started to mix with the black of his pupils; twisting in agony, he rolled onto his back as the deep red colour bled into his sclera, removing the whites from his eyes. Rolling back onto his hands and knees, eyes now the darkest shade of red, his back arched as if he were about to vomit. Rather than emptying his stomach of its contents, he let out another tremendous roar, a sound usually unleashed by a werewolf when it was transforming for the very first time. Fingers digging deep into the stone floor, feeling it buckle under his limitless strength, his mouth widened, lips drawing back to reveal his perfectly white teeth.
Fangs already fully extended, the vampire master continued to scream as his teeth began to grow and move, his jaw snapping itself into a new shape, growing wider as his teeth turned into what could only be compared to those belonging to a shark. Continuing to transform, the vampire monster didn't even hear the demon enter his sanctuary and approach him, the feeling of the demon's hand picking him right off the floor. Lord Xavier didn't retaliate, how could he possibly differentiate between what was reality and what wasn't? Was Luke an hallucination or not? Letting out a sound that was a mixture of laugh and cry, he felt himself tumbling in the air, slamming straight into one of the heavy cell doors. His weight combined with the speed he was travelling through the air at, the door didn't stand a chance and buckled under him as the master vampire crashed to the floor. Lying on his back, the door underneath him, his body burst into a fit of violent convulsions, back arched, the feeling of ribs snapping and shifting, hands an angry mess of elongated fingers, nails extending in time with his hair that snaked across the floor angrily.
Legs and arms shaking as he jerked in a seizure of pain, he could feel the bones straining under his skin, dark red orbs reeling in his skull, he neither felt nor heard the demon as its foot came crushing down on his chest. Feeling the weight lift from his ribcage, his body stopped rolling and arching in agonising movement, he lay quite, quite still. There was no discernible sign that the vampire master was even alive anymore, his body let perfectly still on the ground, absolutely no movement as the shadows cloaked his ruined form. Had you drawn close to his body, tried to find some signs of life in his eyes, you may have seen the final shreds of sanity slip from his being. His ears picked up on the final words of the demon and the screaming pleas of the young vampire, but as he rose from the floor, hands grabbing the walls for support, his eyes gave them an uninterested glance before the body they resided within started to ascend the ancient steps, ruined suit dripping from him as he moved upward and onward, death on the brain, blood in his sights, panic, horror, death... table and image by crayola. |
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