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The Cove

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a part of Stacked Deck, by SkyeBreaker.

The black market for those who do not reside within the Hierarchy and choose to live on their own.

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The black market for those who do not reside within the Hierarchy and choose to live on their own.
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The Cove

The black market for those who do not reside within the Hierarchy and choose to live on their own.

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The Cove is a part of Hierarchical Nation.

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Wyvern [6] "What's big isn't always bad."
Nikki Parchelem [6] "Let the fire burn within you."
Lex Ashford [6] "Whatever it was this time, it wasn't my fault."
Evita Velia Ruiz [2] "Isn't it ironic when a cold-blooded killer speaks in the most formal, stiff tone you've ever heard? Nobody ever fits their image, nowadays."

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Depraved of any real work until parts were found for the HGV, Wyvern decided it wouldn't damage his business to leave the shop unattended. There were those destitute enough to try and loot, but really there wasn't anything to interest of those poor saps on display – they wanted food and money, and it was difficult to find someone you could peddle scrap metal to when there was enough lying around for free. He also enjoyed the route to the main market area of the Cove... It sloped down most of the way, enabling easier access to the rooftops, though was not without a handful of challenging structures if Saunders felt the need.

A piece of rusted ladder that appeared to have once been part of a fire escape was bolted to the side of the metal wall of Maxwell's hut, and it is this that he used to climb nimbly onto the roof of his little dwelling. For a moment he but stood and surveyed, casting hazel eyes onto the myriad of rooftop paths that sprawled out like the branches of a tree before him. A smirk crossed the mechanics lips, and in the blink of an eye he had taken off, launching himself into a powerful sprint aimed at the sloping roof of a nearby home. His boot caught the rim of his own roof perfectly, enabling him to curl his foot slightly over the edge to better his balance, and give him greater control of his trajectory. He used this backfoot to kick himself off the roof, arms splayed forward and his frame kept narrow to gain the greatest distance, and landed squarely onto the rooftop he was aiming for, ducking his person into a tight forward roll. He emerged again in full sprint, and continued on through the Cove, bounding lithely from roof to roof.

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The Cove was suffocating and the air was stifling. It was poverty ridden, just like the rest of the areas that where not part of the Hierarchy. Nikkie walked towards a few broken down shops and stands to give a look at what was selling; to be honest, most of the stuff she had seen where useless things that she would never use or own within her life. When she had entered the main area of the Cove, the shops and stands became plentiful and people seemed to be just a bit more lively than what she had saw for a while; there where people who where trying to sell things they did not want or need, people trying to buy things they wanted or needed, and others, like Nikkie herself, where just browsing and looking around.

It wasn't long when she found herself buying bread that someone had made; she was fairly hungry and the bread would help her last till at least tomorrow afternoon or so. Her big priority now was to fine somewhere to crash; she could just sleep out in the streets tonight, but she hates sleeping in the streets. She gave a slight sigh as she tore a piece of bread and brought it to her mouth to eat it; it was hard and crunchy, distasteful. She continued to wonder around the Cove to see if something caught her eye, completely forgetting one of the reasons of why she wanted to come here; oh well.

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Saunders gritted his teeth. Spider-Man was lame. Wyvern liked to think he wasn't. He was even more annoyed when he came to a sharp halt on the edge of one of the taller buildings that lined this particular street, and peered over to edge to see that the person who had hailed him was just some kid. It was annoying that Marvel had captivated the latest generation with all their flash movies, when DC's characters were -clearly- more profound...

Maxwell gave his head a violent shake and brought himself back down to Earth. There was a time for arguing about comics, and this wasn't it. Especially when the kid he'd been watching had just ploughed his way into a young woman, and was bending to pick her up... And that's when Saunders spotted the knife. “He's got a blade!” Maxwell shouted down in warning, running over to leap onto the neighbouring rooftop, which was low enough to then allow the jacketed mechanic to drop to the ground in a low crouch. A panic had gripped those going to and fro, many of whom stared frightfully at the knife in Lex's hands and backed slowly away from him, the woman and Saunders, who now stepped with purpose towards the young man, one of the modified iron escrima sticks that before had rested on the inside of his jacket extended pointedly outwards, whilst the other hung readily at Wyvern's side.

“You wanna drop that knife, guy,” Maxwell warned, the gap between him and Lex closing with each dedicated stride the mechanic took towards what he mistook for another desperate mugger, “better ways to make money, see? Ways where I don't gotta break your face.”

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Before Nikkie could react to her surroundings, she was forced to the ground, getting dirt on her attire and forcing her to drop her bread. She looked at a boy who was around her age, he was dirty and has obviously been living on the streets. "Oh crap! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to run into you. Are you okay?" She looked down to slightly look at herself and then back up at the boy. "Y-Yeah..." She said. He seemed like he was sincere, but before she could say anything, she heard another voice. “He's got a blade!” She looked up at another boy, who seemed to be a bit older than herself and the boy beside her.

It took her a few minutes to get everything together in her head since it all happened a bit fast and caught her off guard. She got up quickly as soon as the older man started to speak; brushing herself off and looked at those around her before her bread. She had to admit, she was more mad about her bread being on the ground than this whole event. "Calm down, he just bumped into me. Its not a big deal." She said, walking past him a bit and picking up her bread, brushing it off and looking at it, to make sure it didn't have any dirt on it; which by now, was impossible to not have dirt on her bread. She looked at the older man. "He already apologized." Her voice was blunt, but anyone with ears and a right mind could tell she was aggravated by the whole ordeal; it took her all of her self-control not to blow up right now.

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Lex Ashford

Lex tried to help the girl up but the man in the leather jacket saw him and shouted at him to drop his knife.

"What knife?" Lex thought, before realizing that he was twirling his knife in his hands when he ran into the girl.

"Oh crap!" he shouted out loud. "Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait wait wait wait waitwaitwaitwait! Lex shut his eyes and dropped his knife. He was sure to feel the punch of the leather coated man any second. When none came, he peeked his eyes open and saw that the girl was on her feet and the man was looking at him with rage.

"I... I... I was'-wasn't try to mug her!" Lex stuttered. The man had seemingly traveled a huge distance in a matter of moments. "I accidentally ran into her when I was try to talk to you. I figured you look a little cleaner than the rest of the people here and so I assumed you had some money for this meat I just st-errr, I mean, acquired." Lex was scared for his life. He didn't talk to other people much and he didn't work well under pressure. Especially when the man in front of him looked like he was ready to rip his spine out Mortal Kombat-style.

"Here," he said, turning towards the girl. "I know I made you drop your bread so I'm hoping this meat will make it up to you." Lex dug through his backpack and found his package of leaf-wrapped meat and grabbed one of the smaller cuts he had wrapped before handing it to the girl.

"I really hope this is enough compensation for your bread. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to run into you. I wasn't paying attention and I've always been a little clumsy and not coordinated and... and...--" Lex rambled on and on trying to explain himself to the man and the girl. He was really nervous and could feel the blood rushing to his face as he kept mumbling about being sorry and hoping the man wouldn't hurt him.

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Nikki looked at Lex, as he tried to explain what had happened, to the man and her. "Here, I know I made you drop your bread so I'm hoping this meat will make it up to you." She looked at him before grabbing the meat from his hands, looking at it; she was a bit amazed that he could even get a slab of meat of this quality. "I really hope this is enough compensation for your bread. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to run into you. I wasn't paying attention and I've always been a little clumsy and not coordinated and... and...--" She couldn't tell whether she was amazed by the meat or how this guy could ramble on and on. "Its fine." She finally said in a monotone type of voice. "Thanks for the meat." Nikki held up the meat as if she was about to casually salute a thank you to him. "Thanks for trying to protect me." She said, turning to the man.

She held the meat up to her nose and smelt it, before looking back at them; she wanted to eat it now, but wasn't sure on whether she should cook it now, or wait till later tonight. "By the way, my name is Nikki." She said, putting the meat in her bag, having the bread serrate it from her clothes. Trying to start a casual talk was a bit hard for her, but she felt like she had to say something; who knows, maybe one these guys could be useful for her in the future.

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Evita Velia Ruiz

Oh, cry me a river. I suppose such blind innocence is bliss. Or it's supposed to be. Stuck in a drastically over-dramatic scene within a corrupted society, better yet world, Eva couldn't help but wonder just how, exactly, someone living in a thriving black market could possibly sprout the words 'I'm sorry'. Or, even more ironic still, say this relatively childish phrase over just bumping into a random stranger. 'Funny, isn't it? I've knee'd in the groin for less. Or was that the time I punched your boyfriend in the face?' 'Actually, you repeatedly bashed his head into a wall. And they were in the middle of a little something, weren't they? Do you realize how long it's been since our little bird got any? Think of my reputation!' 'You had one? And here I thought your angelic chastity was screwing up the rest of us sexually active players. Ohh, did we just offend little miss Valkyrie?'

All Eva could do was valiantly ignore her peanut gallery as the fourth, only female persona piped up an agitated, forlorn reply; directing her attention elsewhere before the tangent grew all the more distracting. Because, well, it certainly wouldn't be 'low profile' to start yelling at invisible voices in her head, in a presumably crime-infested city in the middle of some randomly popular street. Not that she particularly cared whether or not someone would jump her, but rather that the following consequences would probably catch the attention of the Hierarchy, wherever they were. And... being a one-man insurgent syndicate, among many rebellious organizations, that just wouldn't do. Hence why Eva actually bothered to watch the face-palm worthy incident consisting of a knife, dropped bread, meat, and several pretty high-strung individuals. There are so many things worse than knives, they'll probably never know. But then again, I guess not everyone needs to care as much as a wanted criminal.

The thought of which, as it usually did, bounced Eva back into 'alert-mode'; snapping her awareness up a notch amidst a gradually thinning crowd. It was unfortunate (in all terms of laziness), but this child was --still is-- horribly recognizable, and the backlash from it had came far too much in the past few weeks. Suits of all kinds, be they spies, rebels or soldiers, seemed to almost repeatedly assault her; and if Eva didn't happen to be so efficient with her abilities, she'd probably be some bloody mess on the floor. Just because, even if these enemy supernaturals weren't particularly strong, they came in freaking droves, whenever the two parties happened to meet. Oh, how it pays to be a Jack. But I'm damn well better than the Face I used to be, four years ago.

In any case, seeing as how the internal argument was still raging within the fragile confines of her mind, Eva had no particular choice but keep amusing herself with the passing situation; eating a well-enough lunch consisting of a muffin just a little ways away. The crowd, of course, had wholly disappeared by then; resorting to the crude nonchalance that she then exhibited. Well, suffice it to say that Eva was particularly bored: it was her day off from pissing off the Hierarchy (yes, it's her job. She takes requests from other rebel factions.), and the moment seemed to be one of those 'calm before the storm' types. So, well, she just kind of relaxed against a wall, watching the hustle and bustle of the Cove run by.

Because, in all brutal honesty, this kid couldn't possibly find it anywhere in herself to go and strike a conversation with those that she watched; purely since she just didn't believe that they could be of any help to her whatsoever. The older man, perhaps, but someone who would cry for a knife in the middle of the black market kind of.. says too much the definition of 'up-tight'. Really, don't be ridiculous. It's a cruel, cruel world out there. Personally, Eva had already lost all hope in teenagers a long time ago. So, well, that's pretty much why she just stood there. Whether or not she'd be proven wrong, though, is an entirely different matter altogether. 'Hey, help comes from the most unexpected places.' I find it hard to believe that i'd even want that help, coming from that place. But whatever floats your boat.

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“Yeah?” Saunders replies, looking impassively down upon Nikki, “he swept you, you went down, he bent to help you up. Wouldn't of taken a second to slash you while he was that close.” Still, Wyvern contemplates as he stares down the length of his outstretched escrima stick at the intimidated Lex, the stammering, restless boy seems harmless enough. Whether he replaces Nikki's food with his own out of genuine guilt or to come off as undeserving of a beating Wyvern is not aware, but the gesture is enough to have the extended arm fall, and a tight grin to flash across the mechanic's face, “alright guy, I'll believe you.”

The majority of the surrounding onlookers had broken up by now, but there were still those especially keen on seeing a fight. The first disappointed jeers reach Saunders from a small collective of bare-chested skinny smugglers, and receive in response a guttural growl. Wyvern's vocal chords can be seen to vibrate clearly in his throat, in craft and release of a most intimidating noise – as if it were a tyrannosaur, not a man, that bared his teeth towards the aggressors. “Sod off!” Maxwell waves one of his escrima sticks in a wide arc, turning on the spot to look upon others who were joining in the attempt to stir up a fight, “you bleedin' maggots! Nothin' goin' on here.”

Saunders continues to shout off the milling remnants, some offering crude incentives for a bit violence, until they begin to trickle away. It is then that, by complete chance, swivelling hazel eyes land upon a rare spectacle here in the Cove, one Wyvern is surprised isn't drawing as much attention as he. Something in the way the waning sunlight reflects a tantalising shimmer down the length of blonde curls that frame a form slender as it would to cause a stir in any red-blooded male. But it is more than beauty that keeps Saunders' eyes peeled, his expression softening from anger to an apprehensive curiosity. The way she stood, and observed, relaxed yet readied. Primed, as they were made through their training. Prepared to become deadly at the snap of a finger. Whenever he'd seen them in the past his response was immediate, situational and instinctive – strike before they could, or run. Yet this one... Maxwell exhibits a moment of intense focus, his lips peeling back in revelation of a gritted teeth, while the walls of his nostrils flared with a powerful snort. He has her scent now, and could trace it later. This in mind, Wyvern tears his gaze away from Evita, and projects it onto Nikki.

“No problem, doll,” he speaks in casual response, and lifts his arms to replace the escrima sticks within their binds on the inside of his jacket, hidden from view, “they call me Wyvern, and so should you. Hey, you kids spent long in the Cove before now? Couple-a places you want to avoid. Say, guy, lemme see that meat – and don't wet your knickers again, I got money.”