Setting
The Complex is an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Marionette where the rebels have made their permenant residence. The building has been split up into little "appartments" and each person can decorate their space in anyway they like. This large building is beside the Black Market, allowing for easy access.
This large building is almost invisible to the enforcers as The Government has never mentioned this failed factory and has been brushed off the buildings lists. Luckily for the rebels, it seems that none of The Government seem too keen in approaching The Complex.
This large building is almost invisible to the enforcers as The Government has never mentioned this failed factory and has been brushed off the buildings lists. Luckily for the rebels, it seems that none of The Government seem too keen in approaching The Complex.
The Complex
~Close the door, ya moron! Don't want all the enforcers to think we're inviting them in, do we?~
Minimap
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northeast |
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east |
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The Complex is a part of 
Marionette City.
A blur of white and yellow dashed with a little red broke up the grey surroundings. The morning sun broke upon Marionette City, bathing its lush gardens in a dazzling gold. Not a single person stirred. If awake, they were not getting up. It was half six after all. Seven o'clock was the official wake up time.
Loki licked her lips quickly, smirk in place. Her recent paintings adorned the city, white doves that flew along the buildings. But she had stayed a little too late. But perfection could never be rushed, everyone knew that. The young woman rammed her hands into her pockets and checked that the things she had "borrowed" were still there. After being sure that 70% of her goods were in her pockets, the blonde took off down the street. Her soft bottomed shoes pattered quietly as she streaked down the road. The sun hit her hair and made it gleam in the early morning light. Loki passed the sign for the North Side of Marionette and entered the safe haven. She slowed to a walk, her gold eyes taking in the lush area. The large lake rippled gently as a solitary bird glided across. The young woman spotted the apple tree beside the lake, ripe with its fruit. The mischief maker sniggered and snagged an apple. After a second, she grabbed another. Hela would get all prissy if she didn't get one too. Taking a large bite out of her prize, Loki carried on through the parks and forests to reach the large grey building at the bottom of the district. She stepped over the fence that kept the two areas apart with ease, straightening her hat as she stood up.
"Well, th're's work ta be don' round 'ere. Best get start'd." She reasoned, scratching the back of her head. The young woman stepped over the large muddy hole in the ground before making her way to the Complex. She'd learnt before that stepping in that particular hole was never a good idea. It may have looked rather small but it went up to the blonde's waist, easy. Loki yawned and smiled as the sun shine in her face. She always liked the sun. It was so...warm and cosy. She reached the Complex before too long, her legs carrying her to the building on autopilot. She pushed the wooden door open and was not surprised to find the barrel of a shotgun pressed in her face.
"Aw'right, Jackie boy, calm yer tits. S'only me." Loki sighed, hands on her hips. The barrel of the gun did not waver. The trickster rolled her eyes and lifted her fox mask a bit higher.
"Wot? Ya need pro'f or som'fink?!" She asked, eyebrows raised. The barrel disappeared and the old man holding the weapon appeared.
"Loki?! What were ya doin' out there?" The grumpy man asked, his face openly suspicious. Loki scoffed heavily and dug her hands into her pockets. She retrieved a small bottle of vodka she'd pillaged from an Enforcer earlier.
"'Ow abo't I giv' ya this and we forg't abo't the "what was I doin'"." The blonde offered, throwing the bottle at the old man. He caught it nimbly in his fingers and gave her a hard look.
"Fine then. But don't think I'll keep quiet if Hela asks me!" He shouted to Loki as she hopped up the stairs. She turned and pulled a face.
"Oh, c'mon Jackie boy! Ya know she'll te'r me ta pieces!" She exclaimed, leaning over the rotting banister. The guard of the Complex didn't waver and Loki spat a curse out in a foreign tongue. Jack raised an eyebrow and gladly informed that Hela would be hearing about that.
Loki politely aimed a hand gesture in the old man's direction and ignored the tutting that followed.
She hopped up the stairs, banging on a door every now and then. Did nobody any good to be lying in bed all day, now did it? She eventually reached her own flat and gently pushed open the door. Hela wasn't at the door, grabbing at her ear or yelling at her. In fact, the smaller blonde didn't seem to be in the living room at all. Loki smirked. The little midge must still be in bed. She crept in the door and silently shut it behind her. The older left the ruby red apple sitting on the kitchen table as she washed her hands. The remains of her artwork clung to her fingertips and she scrubbed at the stubborn stains.
Well, she was until a little weight threw itself at her shoulders. She automatically caught the weight with ease and moved into a comfortable position for her guest.
"Well, 'ello th're, lil' monkey." She cooed, twirling around on her tip toes. The small teen clinging to her back let out a giggle before dropping gracefully to the floor. Loki gave a genuine grin as Hela sorted herself out. The urge to mess up her little routine was impossible to ignore and she ruffled her little sister's curly blonde hair. Hela let out a tiny squeak and lashed out at her big sister, who laughed in response.
"That's Miss Little Monkey to you! Or just Hela for short. Where were you?!" Hela asked, hands firmly planted on her hips. It would have been cute if Loki wasn't feeling so guilty.
"I was only out paintin', luv! 'onest!" She offered, hands raised in mock surrender. Hela looked her sister up and down before her eyes rested on a rectangular shaped bulge in Loki's right pocket.
"Then why do you have something that strongly resembles the shape of a book?" Loki's golden eyes widened and she moved to hide the book in her pocket. Hela was too quick though and plucked the tome from her sister's pocket.
"Did you steal this?!" Hela asked, finger pressed against the hardback cover.
"Nah, I borrow'd it from the loc'l libra'y. Course I nick'd it!" Loki looked down and bit her lip a little. "I'll giv' it back w'en I'm done though, 'onest." She answered. Hela frowned and looked down at the cover. Mythology. Of course that would catch Loki's eye, a fan of the obscure and myths. The younger inwardly sighed.
"Don't. Don't return it." Loki looked up and gave Hela a strange look. The younger sighed. "Well, if you return it, I wouldn't get a shot of reading it, will I?" She carried on, nose in the air. Loki grinned in response before throwing the apple at her sister. Hela plucked the apple from mid air and smiled.
"Well, are you just going to stand there all day and be all soppy or are we going to get actual work done today?" Hela asked, picking up her small notebook. Loki smirked and hoisted the smaller over her shoulder. Hela let out a little squeak as she was tossed ever so gently over her older sister's shoulder.
"Cou'd say the sam' abo't you, darlin'." Loki laughed back as Hela hammered her small fists against her back.
...
As always, the Black Market was loud. People, people, people. Loki made a face as Hela sold their wares to passing customers. She, herself, wasn't all that big on the "social" front. More of an action person. Never felt better than when she had a weapon in her hand and a wise-crack on the tip of her tongue. Loki let her eyes rove over the crowds until she was disturbed from her daydreaming. Someone calling for her attention. Loki shook her head and turned to see who was brave or stupid enough to ask for her and not the cute little girl who was getting the crowd to buy everything she had. Loki made a mental note to check those guys who were getting a little close to her Hela for her liking.
Huh, a quick death threat and a loaded gun would scare them off in no time.
The young woman's gold eyes looked up into the face of the person who had demanded her attention, small smirk already in place.
Loki licked her lips quickly, smirk in place. Her recent paintings adorned the city, white doves that flew along the buildings. But she had stayed a little too late. But perfection could never be rushed, everyone knew that. The young woman rammed her hands into her pockets and checked that the things she had "borrowed" were still there. After being sure that 70% of her goods were in her pockets, the blonde took off down the street. Her soft bottomed shoes pattered quietly as she streaked down the road. The sun hit her hair and made it gleam in the early morning light. Loki passed the sign for the North Side of Marionette and entered the safe haven. She slowed to a walk, her gold eyes taking in the lush area. The large lake rippled gently as a solitary bird glided across. The young woman spotted the apple tree beside the lake, ripe with its fruit. The mischief maker sniggered and snagged an apple. After a second, she grabbed another. Hela would get all prissy if she didn't get one too. Taking a large bite out of her prize, Loki carried on through the parks and forests to reach the large grey building at the bottom of the district. She stepped over the fence that kept the two areas apart with ease, straightening her hat as she stood up.
"Well, th're's work ta be don' round 'ere. Best get start'd." She reasoned, scratching the back of her head. The young woman stepped over the large muddy hole in the ground before making her way to the Complex. She'd learnt before that stepping in that particular hole was never a good idea. It may have looked rather small but it went up to the blonde's waist, easy. Loki yawned and smiled as the sun shine in her face. She always liked the sun. It was so...warm and cosy. She reached the Complex before too long, her legs carrying her to the building on autopilot. She pushed the wooden door open and was not surprised to find the barrel of a shotgun pressed in her face.
"Aw'right, Jackie boy, calm yer tits. S'only me." Loki sighed, hands on her hips. The barrel of the gun did not waver. The trickster rolled her eyes and lifted her fox mask a bit higher.
"Wot? Ya need pro'f or som'fink?!" She asked, eyebrows raised. The barrel disappeared and the old man holding the weapon appeared.
"Loki?! What were ya doin' out there?" The grumpy man asked, his face openly suspicious. Loki scoffed heavily and dug her hands into her pockets. She retrieved a small bottle of vodka she'd pillaged from an Enforcer earlier.
"'Ow abo't I giv' ya this and we forg't abo't the "what was I doin'"." The blonde offered, throwing the bottle at the old man. He caught it nimbly in his fingers and gave her a hard look.
"Fine then. But don't think I'll keep quiet if Hela asks me!" He shouted to Loki as she hopped up the stairs. She turned and pulled a face.
"Oh, c'mon Jackie boy! Ya know she'll te'r me ta pieces!" She exclaimed, leaning over the rotting banister. The guard of the Complex didn't waver and Loki spat a curse out in a foreign tongue. Jack raised an eyebrow and gladly informed that Hela would be hearing about that.
Loki politely aimed a hand gesture in the old man's direction and ignored the tutting that followed.
She hopped up the stairs, banging on a door every now and then. Did nobody any good to be lying in bed all day, now did it? She eventually reached her own flat and gently pushed open the door. Hela wasn't at the door, grabbing at her ear or yelling at her. In fact, the smaller blonde didn't seem to be in the living room at all. Loki smirked. The little midge must still be in bed. She crept in the door and silently shut it behind her. The older left the ruby red apple sitting on the kitchen table as she washed her hands. The remains of her artwork clung to her fingertips and she scrubbed at the stubborn stains.
Well, she was until a little weight threw itself at her shoulders. She automatically caught the weight with ease and moved into a comfortable position for her guest.
"Well, 'ello th're, lil' monkey." She cooed, twirling around on her tip toes. The small teen clinging to her back let out a giggle before dropping gracefully to the floor. Loki gave a genuine grin as Hela sorted herself out. The urge to mess up her little routine was impossible to ignore and she ruffled her little sister's curly blonde hair. Hela let out a tiny squeak and lashed out at her big sister, who laughed in response.
"That's Miss Little Monkey to you! Or just Hela for short. Where were you?!" Hela asked, hands firmly planted on her hips. It would have been cute if Loki wasn't feeling so guilty.
"I was only out paintin', luv! 'onest!" She offered, hands raised in mock surrender. Hela looked her sister up and down before her eyes rested on a rectangular shaped bulge in Loki's right pocket.
"Then why do you have something that strongly resembles the shape of a book?" Loki's golden eyes widened and she moved to hide the book in her pocket. Hela was too quick though and plucked the tome from her sister's pocket.
"Did you steal this?!" Hela asked, finger pressed against the hardback cover.
"Nah, I borrow'd it from the loc'l libra'y. Course I nick'd it!" Loki looked down and bit her lip a little. "I'll giv' it back w'en I'm done though, 'onest." She answered. Hela frowned and looked down at the cover. Mythology. Of course that would catch Loki's eye, a fan of the obscure and myths. The younger inwardly sighed.
"Don't. Don't return it." Loki looked up and gave Hela a strange look. The younger sighed. "Well, if you return it, I wouldn't get a shot of reading it, will I?" She carried on, nose in the air. Loki grinned in response before throwing the apple at her sister. Hela plucked the apple from mid air and smiled.
"Well, are you just going to stand there all day and be all soppy or are we going to get actual work done today?" Hela asked, picking up her small notebook. Loki smirked and hoisted the smaller over her shoulder. Hela let out a little squeak as she was tossed ever so gently over her older sister's shoulder.
"Cou'd say the sam' abo't you, darlin'." Loki laughed back as Hela hammered her small fists against her back.
...
As always, the Black Market was loud. People, people, people. Loki made a face as Hela sold their wares to passing customers. She, herself, wasn't all that big on the "social" front. More of an action person. Never felt better than when she had a weapon in her hand and a wise-crack on the tip of her tongue. Loki let her eyes rove over the crowds until she was disturbed from her daydreaming. Someone calling for her attention. Loki shook her head and turned to see who was brave or stupid enough to ask for her and not the cute little girl who was getting the crowd to buy everything she had. Loki made a mental note to check those guys who were getting a little close to her Hela for her liking.
Huh, a quick death threat and a loaded gun would scare them off in no time.
The young woman's gold eyes looked up into the face of the person who had demanded her attention, small smirk already in place.
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