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A shady market place teeming with activity as vendors peddle their wares to passersby. The Undermarket serves as a haven for thieves, brigands, cutthroats, and shady dealings.

Like the rest of the Undermarket, this marketplace exists as an extra-planar entity that runs parallel to the mortal plane. It can be found underground, deep beneath Wing City. There are no streets or open skies to be found here, and neither police patrols, or access to vehicles are available.

Law enforcement is a near non-existent concept among the denizens of the Undermarket. Should trouble be found, there would be none to call for police assistance (provided you have a phone company that can provide you with service across dimensions), nor any means for police to respond. Hidden far from the view of the the city above, those who venture down into the Undermarket are on their own with nothing more than their wits and a bit of luck in this god forsaken place.

The Undermarket is beyond the reach of normal methods of access. The Undermarket can be entered via the secret entrance in the basement of Gambit's Bar, the Smuggler's Route, and a handful of other obscure points across Wing City. In addition to the established entrance points, numerous one-way exits spill out into the sewers and service tunnels of Wing City. When departing the Undermarket from one of these points there is no tangible change in one's surroundings or perception, but attempts to return the same way will be met with failure as one finds oneself lost in the service tunnels and sewers of Wing City.

RP notes: The best way to describe the Undermarket is as an extra-planar entity that is lain over-top of the sewers and service tunnels of Wing City with multiple points at which a crossover is possible. It is both physically present and not present at the same time. While it is possible for law enforcement to locate entrances to the Undermarket, the metaphysical nature of these entrances means they can be destroyed and new ones created to take their place should the denizens of the Undermarket discover that the police have gained access.
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The Undermarket

A shady market place teeming with activity as vendors peddle their wares to passersby. The Undermarket serves as a haven for thieves, brigands, cutthroats, and shady dealings.

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The Undermarket is a part of Wing City.

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"Again?" Xiaolian asked looking at Molly with a good deal of amusement. "You really are good at getting in trouble Bronson." She said with a grin before returning her attention back to the magazine. This was good water cooler fodder, especially when it came down to bets for the office pool. Looser generally got stuck with buying coffee for the month or something similar, but it still something to keep them entertained during the long stretches of boredom that could happen between cases. "Besides which, this just means I don't have to buy coffee for the team for the month." Xiaolian said off hand, suppressing a snicker.

The medic just sighed as he conducted his examination of Molly, before pushing back his stool towards the counter with it's small sink. "Okay.. tell me what happened this time."

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"Oh come on! You guys still have that stupid pool going on?" This is why she was a little insane, Molly was convinced. Because she had friends like these. The preteen groaned and turned to face the medic, sulking clear in every line of her body. "Other than my partner apparently betting on my ability to get in trouble?" She grumbled and then sighed. "You ought to buy me something for as often as I get you out of the coffee buying." It went without saying that Xiaolian usually won.

"Right, so I was browsing a bookstore when I got a face full of sleep dust." She said simply. "As near as I can figure out that's what that was, at least. I woke up in a cuneiform magic circle, and a ritual which had way too much magic channeling through me. Then I was stuck like this. I'm a kid. Only I'm pretty sure I'm a fae kid." It's not like she had seen one up close. They tended to be jealously guarded and Molly wasn't that close to most of the court. "I was trapped in the circle until Boyuan broke it from the outside."

And she wasn't happy with all of it. "Seriously. It was a mundane bookshop. I shouldn't have to be on edge in one of those."

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"Yep, and you should have seen the numbers we had for the Warden's youngest nephew." Xiaolian replied with nod. That had been easy pickings for the most part, especially for the Warden who most of them would agree likely used insider information, and also refused to exclude herself. "But hey.. it's harmless. It's not like we're.. I dunno... betting real money on you. Just a month's worth of coffee duty."

Meanwhile the medic just rolled their eyes at Molly sulking as they proceeded to jot these facts down. This was becoming all to regular an occurrence with her it seemed. "You're going to have to learn to defend yourself better.. and probably stay out of book shops if your alone." It always seemed to happen that way, the girl or woman got distracted by something and was a goner. "But you're probably right, all hallmarks lead to fae... and at this age most fae children are still under the protection of a guardian or mentor." They explained frowning. This was going to be messy trying to sort this one out.

"However, best we're able to tell.. not to long ago there was an anomaly reported. That's likely part of the magic that changed you, and caused damage to some of our more sensitive systems."

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"Oh great. Any word on how permanent this is?" Sometimes the medics could tell. Sometimes she got sent to a specialist. Most of the time she just kind of put up with it until whatever it was was cured. She really didn't want to go get Catherine like this. "also, is this permanent, and will it take me off duty?" She absolutely refused to get a guardian or mentor. She was an adult. She had been independent for decades at this point. She wasn't moving in with anyone.

The preteen really hoped that everything would be able to be fixed. She looked to the medic unimpressed, then glanced to Xiaolian. "I saw the numbers on the nephew. They were brilliant, and I enjoyed those pools...because I wasn't the subject of them."

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"Can't say, could be days, months.. could be like you said a permanent deal." He said with a shrug as he draped his stethoscope back around his neck. "I'd send you off for another opinion, but we kind of have our hands full after that power surge this morning. Though.. I don't see why you'd be taken off duty, just make sure you've got someone who can vouch for you." He added looking at Xiaolian expectantly. He'd not seen much of Molly's partner, and far as he could tell she was equally as unimpressed with the situation as Molly was.

"Any other questions?"

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"I'll come back once the surge patients are out for the second opinion." She said and sighed. "In the meantime....Come on Xiaolian. Let's go check on the warden." She said and then gave the other a positively evil grin. "After all, you heard the doctor. I need an adult to vouch for me." Seriously, what was she going to do running errands? Maybe she should ask the latest of the Dumitrescu/Summers wards, what was her name, Nadya?

Molly had already heard stories about the kid. She had no doubt Nadya knew exactly how to get around without an adult. The detective slipped off the table and paused looking herself over. "....let's see if there's a really tiny uniform I can borrow first." She hated the officer's uniform, but she was going to have to buy new suits for her work as it was. "And if not, you have to take me shopping, because kids can't use credit cards." She gave Xiaolian a grin with too many teeth.

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Xiaolian resisted the urge to shudder and instead tossed her magazine aside with a bored sigh, "You know you really should get that looked at Bronson, it doesn't seem healthy." Checking on the Warden was the last of the things she wanted to do today, especially when the woman seemed to have such a short fuse when it came to anything involving Molly. "She's likely locked herself in her office with instructions to whoever her secretary is this time not to let anyone in... I mean c'mon Molly.. it's common knowledge not to fuck with that woman." The woman explained to her partner as they left the infirmary. "And last time I checked you were an adult.. just not a very convincing one." Xiaolian muttered grumpily thinking that there wasn't going to be enough coffee in the world for this morning's round of adventures.

"Raid the twin's lockers.. they dress like a couple of pre-teens off duty anyway."

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"Not happening. I'm a detective, I would prefer a suit. Also, I think they're clothe may be too big right now...though they would fit better." Her own clothes had her swimming in them, with a hand going out to hitch up her pants or fix her shoulder periodically. the woman snorted and led the way to the warden's office. "She didn't respond to an emergency. She wasn't in her office, but I'm willing to bet the secretary knows where she was supposed to be. And it's the not convincing part. Do you know how annoying it would be to get the cops called on me because I look like a kid?"

She could picture the conversation in her head now and she didn't like how it went. "...yeah no. I need an adult who can look like one, at least until I get more adult clothes."

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"Okay so she didn't respond to an emergency.. which isn't like her, where do you think she is then?" Xiaolian asked biting back midget comments for the time being. She still couldn't get over how amusing this was to see Molly in such a predicament, especially with the influx of calls they'd had lately, but for now she'd have to save her laughter and amusement till later. "Because normally something like that anomaly is all hands on deck."

Xiaolian didn't relish the task of talking with the Warden's secretary either, as the woman had always had strange taste in office staff. There had been Ishae, who was generally tolerable, but now this latest individual was just plain difficult to deal with. It seemed like they took particular delight in not forwarding messages or calls to the Warden. "You're talking to the secretary though... something about them creeps me out."

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"Yeah, yeah." She headed up to the Warden's office and managed a smile for the secretary. "Ms. Willis, do you know where the warden is?" She sad politely. "We need to speak to her about the most recent emergency." Of course, assuming the secretary even took her seriously given her current form.

The woman looked down at Molly with a sugary sweet smile. "I'm sorry sweetie, but you can't just come see the Warden. She's a very important person. Maybe you can come back with our mom and make an appointment." Molly's eyebrow twitched and she stared at the secretary and pulled out her badge. She didn't look that different. Different, yes, but not so different ou had no clue who it was.

"Look Mary. I'm Molly Bronson. There was a magical attack and this stupid form was the result, among who know what else. The warden didn't respond, and we're checking on her, and I know she's not in her office. Where. Is. She?"

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Xiaolian bit back a laugh at Molly's reaction, but failed miserably. "Okay okay.. I guess I'll help." She said stepping forwards and shooing Molly aside. "Hey Mary, can you tell us where to find Warden Dumitrescu? We've got a bit of a situation, and we kind of need her expertise." Xiaolian repeated for Molly to the woman sitting in front of them. "And we really don't have time for an appointment, because unless you've been living under a rock.. you'd realize that this morning didn't exact get off to a good start." She said taking a seat briefly on the end of the woman's desk.

The secretary scowled at the pair and sat back in her chair. "Like I'd tell a bunch of junior officers where the Warden is." The woman stated clearly having no idea of either Molly or Xiaolian's rank within MCU or which team they were generally assigned to. "As I said before she is very busy and very important, you will have to make an appointment." Mary said haughtily, obviously taking her job very seriously.

"Right..." Xiaolian commented crossing her arms in annoyance. "And when is the next available one?" She asked while the woman looked over at her computer screen and pulled up the scheduling software. Meanwhile Xiaolian took a look at a few of the sticky notes the other woman had scribbled on during the course of the morning, and soon found what she wanted. "The warden's next free day is... next tuesday at 3:00 o'clock." The other woman answered not bothering to look away from her computer screen. "Hm... well let me get back to you on that." Xiaolian said sliding a small yellow sticky note into the pocket of her jacket, winking mischievously to Molly.

"C'mon Molly, let's go get you something to wear."

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Molly made a face, clearly not pleased. "Yeah, alright." She had seen what Xiaolian did and wasn't worried. She then gave Mary a sweet smile. "And Mary? I'm not a junior officer." She managed a sweet smile, planning the sort of retribution that only a planeswalker could do and get away with.

Mary would not last long. Mysteriously. The preteen joined Xiaolian in heading in the general direction of the lockers, planning on raiding the twins lockers so she at least had clothes a bit closer to her size. "I forgot how much I shot up as a teenager. Geez Xiaolian, I'm shorter than you for once." Usually they were a near comical pair in their height difference, and Molly was of the opinion that was half the reason they had been assigned as partners for so long.

She waited until they were far enough away before grinning. "Alright, what'd you get?" She had seen the other swipe a sticky note.

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"Hey, hey, hey! Finders keepers!" Xiaolian said holding the note just out of Molly's reach. For the most part Xiaolian was a bit of a big kid herself, but still new how to turn serious and become an adult again when needed. "I managed to get one of the harpy's notes on who called this morning, and guess what? We're not the only ones looking for Dumitrescu, and looks to me like that anomaly didn't do her any favors." She added, then handed the note to Molly.

The hand writing on it was as usual, terrible at best, and impossible to decipher at worst. "Handwriting's terrible.. but the general gist of it is she was off teaching one of those classes for Council's Covert Urban Environment schools, or whatever they're called. That little surge hit her full force apparently, and well, you do the math." Xiaolian explained having taken the time the secretary stalled to examine the notes on the woman's desk.

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"Then she's out of it." Molly stated, lips twisted in a scowl. "Damn." That was a serious problem. They could check on Catherine now or later, but they'd not get much regardless. The loop has likely knocked the other senseless. Molly sighed and looked herself over. "Right. So with the Warden, well, out of the picture for now, who do we tell about this mishap? Because an attack on an MCU officer, even if its yet another attack on me - and why do I attract the crazies? - should probably be mentioned to someone."

And usually they'd report it to the warden, and it'd be all hands on deck. MCU stood by their own, as Molly well knew. She rather a hand through her hair and schooled as she touched her now pointed ear. "...I suppose we can put it off to get me a suit or two."

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"She'll likely be awake in a few hours, and.. you can probably bully your way past the family someway." Xiaolian commented taking the post-it from Molly and stuffing it back into her pocket. "But yeah, in the mean time I guess we'll go see about those clothes." That was not going to be fun, Xiaolian didn't even care for shopping on a good day; as evidenced by her wardrobe that consisted mostly of multiples of the same thing.

Molly attracting the crazies she didn't even want to think about, they all had their own problems and largely Xiaolian had remained immune to most of the stuff that seemed to target the rest of their crew. Maybe sometimes there really was something to some of those luck charms her parents had insisted she take with her when she left home.

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"The family likes me." Molly pointed out cheerfully. "I mean, not that they'd recognize me, but if they did, it'd be no issue." Still, she should probably at least try and look the part. She liked shopping...about as much as Xiaolian did, given they both had wardrobes of duplicates.

Maybe she should start carrying wards on her though. It might help against these sorts of problems. Then again, she was currently a less than five foot tall fae child. She had a feeling she'd have wards forced upon her whether she wanted them or not, the minute any fae learned about her. Their children were valued very highly after all. Molly planned on laying as low as she could, though she knew she may be summoned ot the court if she didn't show eventually. Tatianna well knew her love of the libraries there after all, and Molly not in them in the weekends usually meant something was happening.

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"Uhuh..." Xiaolian said nodding, but mostly ignoring Molly. The only issue there would be would be explaining to Molly why these things needed to stop happening, as evidenced by the pool the majority of the department had been betting on. Granted it wasn't just Molly, but a few other officers as well; Brandon's nemesis who he had so aptly named Chihuahua or Johnson was there along with a number of rookies who just hadn't yet gotten their feet under them. It was a bit of good natured joking and pranking, sometimes with the senior staff and certain teams taking things a bit more seriously than was healthy. After all, it had been Xiaolian and Molly who had decided to stake a certain officer, who slept like the dead, out onto an ant mound covered in nothing but peanut butter. They had initially feigned innocence until they realized that the punishment wasn't all that bad.

"Let's just get you the clothing and be done with this. If you're not careful I'll grab you something pink, glittery, and zebra striped."

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"No you won't. We're still using my credit card. Suits. I need work clothes." She could order not work clothes off the internet. She hesitated a moment and sighed. "and maybe I could use some personal wards too. But I'll get those on my own later." She could get those by Walking there, given she knew a market where she could find them. Molly smiled wryly and shrugged. "I'm kind of tired of behind attacked at least once a year."

It really wasn't more often than that, if she considered the entirety of her life. It did feel like it had stepped up recently, she supposed, but the pool was a bit much. she hadn't really been attacked since she came back on duty after the whole kidnapping thing, after all. She just had a reputation.

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There was a lot to do to get his business up and running smoothly, and while the majority had been easy enough to restart his old childhood business. Forming contacts so he was sufficiently busy, that was the more difficult part. Luckily, no one knew the Little Butcher had been a vampire child, and so him older was of no surprise to anyone.

Of course, there was a little matter of where he had been over the year, but he simply refused to answer questions on that. It hardly would do if they knew he had been working with the cops, a part of his parole agreement or not.

Still, anyone who had known him as a child would recognize him, though he kept his hair a mouse brown now, rather than the shock of white that it had been. Better to be 'Parson Lessard's distant cousin Brandon, the last Lessard' than to be a 'Parson Lessard.' Either way, he was the heir, but one involved people who had known Parson was vampire questioning things, and Brandon didn't have answers.

Besides, a clean slate was helpful, and most people assumed he earned money from a lucrative career as an artist, and have inherited the Lessard estate, so had no need for a 'real' career.

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From the stalls to the deepest shadows stalked the lone figure. Always out of eyesight and simply keeping to the edges of what reality offered to those who could be privy to such things as eldritch creatures and abominations walked among the crowded undermarket pathways. As Brandon went about his business looking for contacts and possible something seemed to shadow him from a distance.

Every step the young man took so to did his pursuer. Every chance he would have to confront the elusive hunter only silence and empty air would be his surprise. The Fell beast simply remained ever evasive and hidden only to watch and wait for the young man to make a mistake. One foul move and it would be over in an instant for the young fellow.

Marioto himself could not move as gracefully as this creature though something began to seem awfully familiar about this dark presence.

"Do my eyes deceive me?"


A whisper on a non-existent breeze would pass poor Brandon leaving a shadowy figure towering above him and looking down with glowing red orbs. A pale hand clenched a strange cane whilst another slowly reached out for Brandon's shoulder.

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The voice and the presence were enough. Brandon turned and he met Uriel's gaze most curiously. "Please do not touch me." He said simply, then took in who it was. The man's lips quirked and he smiled. "Though if any other of our kind would, it would be you, wouldn't it?" He couldn't help the warmth in his voice.

"It's been some time Uriel." He said. "And your eyes don't deceive you, though I go by Brandon now." And he would prefer it if the other called him just that, and not Parson. "It was my birth name on record, after all." He had always been Brandon underneath it all, Brandon Hammerstine. He had merely gone by Parson when he lived on the streets, and once he was picked up as a child, well. Everyone already knew him as Parson. He had only admitted to having a different name when circumstances changed.

Still, those sensitive to it would note that Brandon still felt like a necromancer, lacking the beads he wore when he wanted to suppress any hint of that heritage from others.

"You seem different, somehow. Perhaps it's the change in my own height." He no longer had to sit on someone's lap or be held up to feed, though he had occasionally made others kneel to him as well.

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Uriel recoiled for a moment at the pleading command from the young man. Parson had grown though it seemed by some miracle or dark blessing it mattered not.

"Brandon, a name I'm not familiar with, but fair enough." Uriel took a step back only to judge his former student for what he was now. It was only when Brandon pointed out that the vampire before him was different somehow that a wicked smile came to Uriel. "It could be your height. I recall a time a small fledgling came to my mausoleum only to receive lessons. Though it could be something entirely different."

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Brandon laughed. "You'll be happy to know I'm fully literate now." He teased. "And well educated. I ended up attending a private school for the magically inclined, since I was behind. No fault of yours of course." He had been ten and unable to read when Uriel found him. Compressing 12 years of schooling into what he had left involved him being put into a class with students two years younger than him, and working his way up to his age mates skill. He had tutors galore at that school, on top of private lessons for his skill set.

"I was rather small, wasn't I?" He still was in comparison to the rest of his family at least. "The other Lessards are all dead, Bethany as well. I am the sole survivor as far as I can tell." He hadn't been able to verify the status of any of the retainers either. It was good to see Uriel. "I have restarted my business as well, if you recall it, though on a commission only basis." His business being the sell of human body parts. If you needed it, Brandon could find it, and you would recieve the part, rather fresher than his competitors.

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"Indeed and pleased." Uriel interjected as he listened about the schooling the young man attended. It filled him with a calm dread that a monsters like himself would sully a good child at a young age for twisted needs and desires. Again if it had been done in the manner that Uriel would approached the situation Parson Lessard would have been shown to the next world, a considerable kindness. "I recall how very different you seemed to me the first time I saw you. Your family ordered me from my home and gave me the explicit orders to educate you. It was difficult but I did my best." Uriel took a moment to contemplate something before he simply smile a little. "Though I see in the end you found a suitable place of education to grow mentally and physically."

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"It was good for me. I will never be a scholar but I'm no longer stunted." He smiled, amused. "Though physically...we're uncertain how that came about. At some point, I was cured of my vampirism. As an adult, a local court decided to turn me against me will. And now, I live on my own." Courtless, with no companions but his familiar, occasionally fulfilling orders, but for now, nothing of the sort.

"Periodically, my blood relatives will speak with me, but we're on...different sides of the law, and they aren't particularly comfortable with my choices." The Lessard family had made quite the impression. "However, the manor is now habitable again, and no trace of necromancy there to be seen." though it was still performed at times. Still, the house looked much more like a home now.

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