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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/17/2017 9:56:33 PM
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“Um...yeah.” One of the Krogan has told him.
“What do you mean ‘anomaly’? We’re simply running a profitable business full of associates here....from across the multiverse.” Said the Krogan on the left of a door, the right Krogan slapping him.
“Don’t tell him that; he’ll probably have the feds here take the Market!” Yells out the other Krogan.
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The man thought for a moment. "Hey, can I buy.... (... ... ...) All the boxes you have."
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“Um... sure? We just need your name before you go in. The VI inside the elevator will tell you where the find it.” The Krogan has told him.
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"Name's Cravis, Daniel Cravis "
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“Good; welcome to the Black Market.” The Krogan told him, moving out of the way to allow a rabid into the elevator...which was a simple one, like he was insome futuristic workplace.
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Cravis walked in, hands about the level of his waist, which on it had an assortment of slightly different shaped cylinders.
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As the doors closed and as he got comfortable, a VI in the form of a young woman showed up within the elevator, as she began to explain. “Welcome to the Black Market. Here, you may trade, mingle, and potentially beat up people from across the Multiverse. Only two rules apply to this area; any extraterrestrial Power, such as the Force, Magic Of almost any kind, or Guardian abilities, is neutralized whilst in the Black Market. Any attempt to get these powers will swiftly end up having you life end before your eyes. The second rule is to not ‘slaughter’ anyone in a massacre-like state. This will end with, once more, your Swift death. Enjoy your time at the Black Market, Daniel.” The VI told her, a little communincator being given to Reyna. “This shall be used if you’d like to see the various shops more in-depth, or if you need any additional assistance.” The VI told her, signing off, as the elevator doors opened, to reveal a plethora of species and people, mingling with one another, lots of shops all around her that she could go to...
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The man chuckled, almost as if reminiscing. He looked around. "So, what's in each stand?"
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"Various things. Drugs, drinks that could increase various stats of yours and temporarily increase your power, weapons, various artifacts and goods, almost anything legal and illegal you could imagine could be here." The VI told Cravis.
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"How do I know which universe each is from?"
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"They are combined in various universe, with only specific technology belonging in separate shops; just ask a vendor and he'll lead you in the right direction; or ask me." The VI told him.
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"Ok." He went up to the vendor selling death sticks and asked him for the box they came in.
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"Glad you asked; they come in L, XL, 2XL, 3XL, and Deadly. Trust me, unless you've had a lot of Death Sticks, you'd probably die!" The turian at the drug stand told him, almost in an...enthusiastic way. "What can I get ya?"
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"No, I don't want the sticks in them- just the boxes"
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...”Ok. We’re getting some fresh new supplies tomorrow, so...I guess you could have some boxes.” The Turian told him, going into the back to grab some boxes.
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"Thanks. How much?"
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 10/21/2017 4:03:13 PM"Um...42,000 credits?" The turian had told him, still confused as to why Cravis needed all his boxes.
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"Wait- how much for three boxes?"
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"...depends on the size, really." He says, shrugging in response.
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"The smallest".
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“Like, 500 credits.” Was all the Turian had told him, grabbing three boxes. “Any specific way you need the boxes to be?”
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“Like, 500 credits.” Was all the Turian had told him, grabbing three boxes. “Any specific way you need the boxes to be?”
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The man handed over the money. "Only that they are the originals used to transport the sticks."
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“Of course.” The Turian told him, giving the boxes to Cravis. “There you go; anything else?” He asks.
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"Do you know where any RSP- any guardian universe stuff is?"
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“You mean Last City Guardian-type thing? Creepy people were here earlier claiming to be part of some ‘Dead Orbit’ somewhere around here.” The turian told him.
