FactionGuerrilla
I'll do what I can.
Millennium City sure seemed to be full of more and more surprises lately. Between a four-eyed freak going on a massacring rampage, a set of seemingly-unrelated kidnappings, a house that could bend the rules of space and time, and even the local mafia going setting up an ambush, it appeared that one could get an entire lifetime's worth of action in just one day. And that wasn't even considering the sheer size and technological advances of this world- nor its inhabitants. Ranging from people who looked like they came straight from futuristic depictions to medieval warriors and everyone between, most of them didn't seem to mind the towering skyscrapers within downtown Millennium.
But alas, it certainly had its downsides, too. Because of the huge influx of folks within this world, it was pretty much a given that some of them wouldn't exactly be as lucky- or rich, more specifically- as others. As a result, even though the city certainly seemed brilliant at first glance, the slums more or less made up for it. There were certainly a larger influx of criminals running amok the further one moved away from the epicenter, going all the way down to the slums where it looked as though it was practically a living dump- nigh-uninhabitable and incapable of forming anything close to the society within downtown.
At least, so it looked. This also meant that the police weren't exactly willing to enforce the place, since it would likely end up being a waste of time-- get rid of one rat, two more pop up in its place. This had allowed the slums to develop a pseudo-crime organization, ranging from petty gangs to larger mafia groups. These two facts combined made a ripe setup for a market- a black market that would be funded by outlaws who needed guns, and couldn't easily be exposed to the authorities.
Of course, none of this was running through your mind as you moved throughout the outskirts- after all, you were just a mere newcomer, unfamiliar with the city at all. Rather, you were walking down the cracked, run-down sidewalk before spotting a figure leaning back on the wall. His propped hood hid most of his head, and the gas mask alongside the goggles on his face pretty much covered anything that wasn't covered by the hood. His chest bandolier had some foreign characters- Chinese, for some of the more keen-eyed folks- spray-painted on, and judging by the small electronic devices that lined his belt he wasn't exactly from a primitive era; he was a person from a more futuristic era.
As you approached him, he turned his head to face you, his expression hidden by the mask and goggles. He quietly observed you for a few moments, looking you up and down, before finally speaking. His voice, a somewhat deep tone, seemed relatively unfiltered despite the mask.
"Hey, you- I'm guessing you aren't exactly 'familiar' to this city, are you?" He chuckled softly, before continuing.
"Of course, I'm not a genuine citizen, either- you look just as confused as I was when I got here. 'Course, I'm in a much better position than I was back then, so I have an offer." The masked man turned and jabbed his thumb towards a nearby corner.
"I have some... 'Wares' that I'm looking to sell. Not exactly stock that the local government would consider legal, though- but that's not the point. I want you to watch over the deal while one of my associates swap it with a client, so that I don't have to babysit this myself. If you can do that..." He tilted his head slightly, pausing for a few moments as though he were considering something.
"...Maybe I'll let you in on a little secret of mine. Or some spare goodies that I happen to have on me."
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