Sugar & Hollow [Private]

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Vee had loved the Karakura market, the cacophony of sounds of a town like this was something she had found pleasant to the ears, children laughing, performers dancing or juggling, customers chatting and a dollar sign in every vendors eyes. She would close her eyes in the market and just walk until she bumped into a small, then she had to buy something from that stall, it was a fun little game and got her a whole collection of unusual things she just locked. The smells are what hit Queen Victoria first, a muti-layered frontal assault on her nose in a weird mixture of vomit and multi-ethnic sewers. Fish from god-knows-where and cheese from who-cares-land stalls lay hidden through the entire thing, like strategically placed stink bombs that were so effective she was already considering militarising it. But after seeing a child running through the market unimpeded and this kid had a really big nose, like if this guy had sniffed a block of cheese the whole thing could have disappeared up there. QV sighed, it was times like this she really wished she could kill someone, it was a nice day, sunny and not a cloud in sight and she was here to buy a few businesses.

One of her so-called "financial advisors" said that they should at least pretend to be a legitimate business for the sake of the brass in their pockets, a tale for them to spin when money movements become a problem. Also so they could justify buying more warehouses and land without some hero blue sticking his nose where QV would have to cut it off. So here she was, in a Karakura market, she could of course have sent someone else, but she loved town people, in the city everyone was in a rush and when you killed them they made this weird scoffing noise like they were saying "its great you are killing me and all but I got shit to do, hurry up" which tended to turn her off a little. Karakura however? Oh, this was a wondrous place, full of innocent people she could ruin in more ways than one and the screams as they realised they were going to die was just delightful. If it was not such a town of squares she might even move here, but there was little to no strong business with such a tiny market for guns and drugs. Digressions aside, QV walked into the market, looking briefly at each stall as she went past. She needed something with a potential for high output that they had some experience in, someone who could get the business booming enough to cover a multimillion crime cheque book. Jewellery was old hat, she wanted something new, something she did not much care for and so no one would suspect her of being a part of. After an hour of walking, she found it.

Signalling to the dozen men following her, they broke off and walked through the market in random directions, their job was to find more vendors and get their numbers then send them to the advisors. They knew very well that she was only here to have some fun and prove their seriousness if it got to that, but she had found a much bigger prize. You see, she had smelt something new, something that definitely interested her, something that smelt both old, new, and fishy. When she reached her prize she stood behind her and took her time checking out the goods one inch at a time. QV tapped her on the shoulder and leaned in close to her ear, and whispered "I know how much the fish is, but what would it take to acquire your goods?"