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Crumpled Realities and Torn Utopias

The Black Market

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a part of Crumpled Realities and Torn Utopias, by HansenetteHeart.

~Come on, come on! We ain't got all day! Now, what can I get for you, darling?~

HansenetteHeart holds sovereignty over The Black Market, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Setting

The Black Market is the main hub for the rebels, where people can meet, rest and buy what they need. The Market is placed between two large buildings, the Hospital and the Complex, thus allowing its activities to stay firmly within the shadows.

Of course, the Black Market is strictly illegal yet it's so well hidden, people are free to be as loud and social as they wish.

Unless you manage to con a merchant.

Then it's probably a good idea for you never to go back to the Market.

Ever.
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The Black Market

~Come on, come on! We ain't got all day! Now, what can I get for you, darling?~

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The Black Market is a part of Marionette City.

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~Inori Rui Tsukasa~ [1] "Darkness does not always equate to evil, just as light does not always bring good."

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The chatter, hustle and bustle of the market was roaring. Well. To Inori at least. It was a usual day people chit chatting to each other, joking around as if where they were didn't matter to them. It wasn't unusual. Just a farce that people liked to pretend that what was, wasn't what it should be. Inori's eyes scanned around the place, her senses lowered due to her location. Her stand was set up, her array of firearms and knives laid out in from of her. She had her chair leaned back, her feet up on the counter.

"Tch....." Another one... she was currently watching people pass by, wondering where they were going, what they were doing, who they were meeting up with... ect. There wasn't anything else that really caught her interest that she hasn't seen. She's seen everything from theft, murder, mutilation, bribery, hostage situations, you name it. It never got to her, she had been in nearly every one of those situations. Ever since everything changed nobody really had a choice. If it wasn't for the Rebels, she was sure she'd have gone insane a long time ago...

"Excuse me lil' lady. Yer' guns are pretty damn nice, mind if I have some hands on interaction with that one?"

Inori's gaze lifted to the man that was now standing in front of her stand, pointing to her Heckler & Koch MP5 submachine gun. It had been one of her prized possessions when she was fifteen, given to her by her father. Now... selling it was no problem. Every time she sold one of her guns, she felt like she was erasing one of her painful memories. So she could forget everything, just so anyone can take it away from her. Memories were a burden anyways..

"......" She gave him a short nod of approval, the man smiling and lifting it to inspect it. Her thoughts faded back once again as he checked it out, another man coming up to her stand to check things out. He was clad in a hood and a hat that casted a shadow over his face. It was no concern to her at the moment. Everyone was welcomed to look at her things. She dropped her feet off of the counter and stood, turning around to her bag. Her fingers brushed over the velcro of the bag, thinking to herself for a moment before pulling the bag open. Her eyes hardened on the contents of the bag, unable to tear her gaze away. It was always like this... why did she do this to herself..

"Hey! Lil' lady!" Inori quickly turned to the counter just in time to see the hooded man take off with one of her guns. She let out a sigh as her eyes slid close. There was always one of these petty crimes everyday, it wasn't a surprise to her. The man that had been inspecting her gun was about to take off after the theft but paused as Inori swept past him in the blink of an eye, hot the the thefts trail. She muttered to the man as she passed.

"Watch my stand..."

"W-wait wha-? Lil' lady!?" The guy was dumbstruck as she took off, looking down at her stand before looking back up at where she ran off to. Inori ignored him for the moment as she kept her gaze on the back of the theft. She saw them take a sharp turn behind a corner. She knew where that led... quickly she jumped up onto a dumpster. climbing up the metal latter of the building, hopping over to the other one before dropping down. She looked up just as the man turned the corner. Well... nothing like a bit of exercise....

"Boo." She muttered before she pulled her gun out in a flash, aiming it at him. The man froze in his tracks, muttering a string of curse words to himself. Walking forward, she pressed her gun to his head, not caring that she was at least a head shorter then him. Holding out her hand to him she gave him a warning look. Noticing that he had no way out of this he cursed her and tossed the gun into her hand. Without saying anything else Inori turned, not looking back, nor caring if he tried to attack her. Nothing mattered anymore... After reaching her stand again, she tossed the gun to the man that he had been inspecting and had been jacked.

"Thanks, here. Take it and go."

"W-...free? Are ya' sure?"

She gave him a hard look to get her point across, and he quickly nodded smiling, turning and leaving. She settled back down into her chair, her feet going back up. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out the string that she had since she was.... born.

"Under the bridge we go, we go...." She muttered to herself, twining the string around her fingers, making a bridge.

"Where may we go.... nobody knows..."

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Loki turned her head to meet the eyes of a young rebel, barely older than Hela. Her large gold eyes narrowed. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what this kid was angling for. But no one could ever say that Loki ever judged a book by its cover (except dictionaries. It was pretty easy to judge those by their covers) and so she let the kid say his piece. And then she’d disembowel him.

"I-is that y-your sister over t-there?" The kid asked, his eyes wide as the young woman brushed a hand over her pistols. She felt the cold hard metal graze her fingertips and grinned widely. Ah, guns, god's gift to psychos. Loki sniggered before cocking a hip. This kid had guts, she'll give him that. Not that she'd let him anywhere near her Hela, guts or not, but it was refreshing to see someone who didn't cower from the infamous fox faced woman.

"Yup, sur' is, luv. Why ya' askin'?" Loki probed, inwardly giggling as the boy's eyes widened at the questioning. She was obviously not expecting that at all. Perhaps he thought she would impale him or just ignore him. Well, today was not this kid's lucky day. Not at all. Loki pushed her fox mask back a little, her golden eyes boring into the poor boy's wide blue orbs.

"W-well, I was wondering i-if I could go on a date with H-hela sometime." The young man stuttered, eyes growing impossibly bigger as Loki climbed to her feet gracefully. Loki’s face darkened and her stance became more threatening. She let out a little snarl.

Of course she knew what the young man was going to ask. She knew it would concern Hela. But this was her Hela. Her little sister. This was not allowed. She knew that she was being a little overprotective. But that didn't matter right now. Hela could be trouble!

Hela turned her head a little to see her big sister menacing a young dark haired man. She sighed a little to herself before giving her current customer a quick, almost blinding grin.

"Excuse me a minute, sir. I have an older sister to control..." Hela muttered, her own eyes glimmering darkly. She watched as Loki gripped her guns tightly. Oh, come on, Loki. You promised me, no more murders. Hela thought angrily, rolling her eyes.

"Loki!" She yelled at her big sister. The older sister froze and turned on the spot, innocent smirk already in place.

"Sup, sp'der monk'y?" Loki asked gently, her voice betraying nothing. Hela was not moved.

"Stop terrorising people. It's rude. And annoying. I do not have time to be your babysitter!" The younger spoke sternly, poking Loki's chest as she spoke. The older hide a little smile as her little sister tried to intimidate her. It was never going to work in Hela's favour yet it was still rather cute to watch. Hela let out an angry sigh and grabbed the poor boy's hand, letting him away from the terrors of Loki.

"Here's a quick bit of advice. Never, ever directly approach my sister. She'll eat you alive. And if you still want that date, it would be rather unbeneficial for both of us if you were dead." Hela remarked, giving the young boy a quick grin. One that he readily returned. Loki let out a scoff as she watched Hela get all flirty with some guy she didn't know all that well! The blonde hissed as she tried to rid herself of the anger directed at the young man and breathe deeply. She needed to calm down. So, the older hissed loudly, turned on her heel and stomped out of the Black Market. People walking past moved out of the way, hiding away from the raging young woman.

Loki wasn’t aware of where she was going. She just wanted to leave. To go away. Just until the thumping in her head had stopped and she could breathe again. When Loki finally stopped walking, just walking, she found herself in the middle of the park. She had completely left the surrounding area of the Complex in her rage. The young woman sniggered despite everything.

“If I had gone a little further, I would have gone straight into the City Centre. Dressed like...well, me!” The blonde giggled to herself before spotting someone. Someone was curled up on a bench. In the early morning. This person was also wearing city regulated clothing. Loki snarled and strode up to the person, careful not to attract too much attention. If one of these Marionette puppets were out here, who knew how many there could be?

When she reached the blonde haired man on the bench, she whipped out her gun and aimed it at point blank. She hissed at the blonde as she kicked him awake. Her fox mask was pulled half way down her face, only revealing her mouth and chin.

She knew how to orchestrate fear.

“Who the h’ll are ya and the fuck ye’ doin’ ‘ere?” Loki hissed out, everything about her projecting anger. If this city boy had any thoughts of messing with her home, her family, Loki would have something to say about it.

So would her gun.