Mosaic City, located along China's coast, is quite large city sometimes called the Crossroads Between Nations due to its diverse population. While it was once a large tourist spot, the city was placed under a blockade as the military appeared claiming there was a radiation leak. The true hazard, however, is much more sinister.
There was another battle coming up soon, or so the current theory with the whole full moon thing that the others have come up with was something to go by. There were also a plethora of other reasons for this to be done but for the most part, Vice was standing here in front of the donation box in an effort to try calming himself down and maybe asking for a bit of luck for once (twice actually but hey) in the upcoming tribulations. As per usual, the young man just stood there for a bit before tilting his head in some nod.
“It’s not much, again. I’m also probably talking to myself like this since I’m pretty far from the donation box itself but I’m sure somehow someway you already know my prayers.” There was an amused tone in his voice despite the gravity of the blessing he was asking for and after nodding his head once more to satisfy his version of the whole ‘clapping in front of the shrine’, he would then proceed to dump some cash over at the donation area before turning around.
Tonight was the full moon battle even, and Vice just hoped he didn’t waste time driving all the way here when he could been preparing.
Donation: FP2500
Last Edit: Mar 17, 2014 1:10:12 GMT -5 by Vice Ysal
Layla remembered being here a couple times. Once for the festival, and once when it was under attack from a shadow. She hadn't had much reason to come back ever since, but now the desperate need for a distraction from her other troubles brought her to the grounds. Now that she was here, though, she realized the place was in much poorer shape than she had thought. The grounds were poorly maintained, and if not for the festival and the occasional sign of recent activity there, Layla might have thought it was abandoned. A few repairs seemed to have been done since Layla had seen it at the festival, but it had sustained more damage from the fight a couple months ago.
It was a sad state, but Layla could think of a few reasons why it might be that way. It was a ways up the mountain, and only on the path for anyone if they were heading for the resort or the hot springs. Otherwise, many of the townspeople might not have known that it existed. Layla certainly hadn't until the festival. And on top of that, a Shinto shrine outside of Japan was almost unheard of.
Still, despite her recent troubles, Layla still had some kindness left in her, and plenty of money from salvage runs in the outer circle. It probably wouldn't make up for months, if not years of neglect, but it was something she could do. Perhaps she'd even come back again in the future. But for now, she produced a significant amount of money and dropped it in the donation box. Then, she put her hands together and closed her eyes.
It was still a religious building, after all, and so she prayed. She prayed for a long, and happy life. Or, if that was impossible, that her next life would be one without crippling affliction. It felt strange to her, making wishes at a shrine to a deity that had nothing to do with her faith. Perhaps that was the real level of her current desperation.
Or perhaps she was just trying something she hadn't thought of before.