Black Out Bargain [Scavenge]

[Vice Ysal]

Everyday was a fight that everyone had to go through. A fight that always had its conditions for victory changing again and again for whatever reason the fighter decided to do. Some could reason out that being able to see the sunrise was a victory enough for them while others would call it as shallow and not worth their time. For Vice, who could give less than two craps about other people's opinions about his choices, victory was being able to accomplish something up to his standard. Whatever that something was so long as he had attained a level suitable for his perfectionism then it was fine for him. Growing up in the city for all of his life, learning the sights and pretty much every enjoyment you can due to his adventurous nature, was more of a detriment than a boon in the wanderlust department. Exploration was something he yearned, something he wanted to do. To be trapped in that amount of space was in itself a slow way of killing one's self for him. So with the snap decision that most males are known for, Vice went ahead and readied himself for doing something that would probably give his folks the biggest migraine they'd ever have to experience due to their child. Then again, he was already an adult in the eyes of society and he was old enough to make his own choices so it wasn't like he didn't have an idea of what he was going to do.

Hell, he even had a bag pack for christ's sake.

The experience was something else, a different sight and feel, the goose bumps on his skin making him want more and more of this development. His eyes lit up like never before and all the new objects he had managed to collect with him, be they useful or not, went into his bag. It seemed to be uncharacteristic of him to gather something so outside his realm of understanding but the novelty of the situation was enough to have him act out of the norm. It was the most energetic he'd felt in a long while, and that same energy was what had led him to some run down building. His hair was slightly matted with sweat, apparently doing this thing was good exercise too, and the bag pack he had felt like lead on his shoulders. Not long after arriving at the building, a few boards had been set up pointing to enter if they wanted to trade in things for even better things. It was such an obvious trap but with the exhilaration still in his system, and the adrenaline making it difficult to make rational thought, Vice entered in with the air of an adventurer. Dim lights, shattered glass, and dirt were the things that came about in the thin long hall in front of him. His feet crunched against the carcasses of insects, the squishy sounds clinically ignored in favour of reaching the swaying door at the end of the path. Using his foot to slightly open it forward, the youth was greeted with the sight of a person, of all things, looking at him with what seemed to be an expectant or annoyed expression. Shrugging that off, the young man stepped forward whilst taking his bag pack off and placing it on the counter top. It was dirty to begin with anyway, so adding a bit more dust on it shouldn't be a problem.

"Uh…hey there?"

He started a bit awkwardly, not really knowing what happens in this situation but quickly decided to just wing it.

"I saw the signs outside and I managed to dredge up some junk along the way."

And methodically did he line them on the counter. Similar things coming up on the same pile for easy pickings.

"Think I can get anything for them?"

[Erithania]

You traded some junk in!



And got this fish in return! . . . wh-what? I-it's not good enough? . . . f-fine. You can have some FP. . .

. . . and a Darkness Resistance Armor Mod. . . I guess.

[Vice Ysal]

It was the same routine as before…well, he couldn't quite call it a routine just yet if only because he's only done it once before. Still the idea was there and the young man had, for this round at least, decided to be less enthusiastic and wild about things in order to make sure that he could separate the useless junk that one could find pretty much anywhere else and the useful junk that actually looked like they could still be used. He had his weapons packed again this time, in case anything decided to jump him along the way towards the junk dealer that had made it worth his while not too long ago. For the most part, Vice had brought only with him the essentials for the trip in order to make more space for whatever junk he could possibly fit inside his, it was even given a name for its new use, excavation bag.

The same old station came up in the distance and, with a few heavy heaves, did Vice finally manage to get into the area where all those signs had been put up for trading. Exactly like last time too. Or at least what he could remember, there was really no observation done back then due to sheer excitement that ran in his veins. Hefting the bag pack off of his shoulders as he slowly entered the same room where he could trade in the stuff he had found, Vice then once more lined them up along the table while segregating them into what he thought would be a helpful way.

"I'm here again, I guess. Anything good I can get from this batch?"

[Erithania]

Money acquired!



Now go spend it. All of it.

[Vice Ysal]

Now the third time's usually the charm but as of the moment there wasn't really anything to look out for. All the reason Vice did this anyway was to get a bit more cash lining his pockets while getting a chance to explore areas where he didn't quite need to fend for his life over and over again within the same 3 minutes of stepping in a nest. That was just painful as fuck. So here he was again, bag pack on his shoulders, gloved hands shifting through different patches of junk to try and segregate what actually seems usable still to the stuff that…well, you'd rather it not be used at all if you could help it.

Provided that there always seemed to be new junk piles every week, the young man was more or less in luck that he didn't have to venture around too much to get some choice materials. Though he did take his time on some of them if only to…not really admire but more so take note of the landscape around him. Again though, much like routine, when his bag had become full he'd head over to that same counter to do the same old stuff to hopefully get something else this time.

It did make him wonder though.

Just what the hell did these things do anyway?

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Items Appraised!

Your money has been added.

[Vice Ysal]

Not quite the same shit, different day. It wasn't so much as tedious as it was…well, Vice wouldn't call it boring. Looking for things that may or may not be worth something may not be a hobby of his but it did teach him a few lessons along the way. Patience, for one. He was hell of a lot patient when he was needed to be but the entire ordeal of picking junk from one place to another was another league entirely. Still, it got him some stuff that was actually useful in return so it wasn't really just training his virtues…or what remained of them anyway. His nickname was Vice for fuck's sake, what use did he have for actual virtues?

Shaking his head at the word play, hefting his bag a moment later and making his way to that same counter, the young man just wondered where all of this junk goes whenever he gives it to the person in charge. Do they make something out of it? Is it even possible to make something out of it? Answers he'd look for at another time, he mused. He still had to head back and finish a couple of side projects he had going after all. Those things needed answers far more than what junk A plus Junk B could equal to.

[Erithania]

Conversion of junk to money complete!



Now get out, get out, get out~!

[Vice Ysal]

There was a small distinct change to the things he'd been finding as of late.Compared to the first time he'd been scavenging for these kinds of things, all the things he'd been finding were small trinkets and knickknacks that really bore no sign of significance to him and whatever they were really made no sense.

Later on though, as Vice got more and more comfortable to the routine of his new job of delivering junk to the shop, he'd been finding better and better piles of junk. As compared to the rather useless looking things from before, now he was getting what looked to be still usable items and from those, he mused that he'd be getting much more than just pocket change.

Hulking around his heavy bag, the durability on the seams still holding despite its constant abuse on the thing, Vice carefully placed the bag on the counter like he always did. The one manning the counter was pretty much used to it already too and the red eyed civilian simply continued with the segregating the things he found like always.

Pile after pile, type after type, things were picked from his bag and placed in front of the one who'll be trading them in.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Items Appraised!

Your money has been added.

[Vice Ysal]

Tired hands twitched for the nth time as it pulled on the rucksack that whose excess had been tied around the wrist. There was a small sense of clarity that had dawned on the new user when he found out that the bag he had been using, though spacious, wasn't exactly meant for lifting a multitude of sharp and potentially dangerous objects around. So in order to spare his bag the cruel fate of being ripped open by junk, Vice had opted to do this routine of his with a different carrier.

Yeahp, a rucksack that was as durable as durable could ever get and enough space to make it possible to haul around whatever it was he would need, which, currently, was on his back right now as the familiar place of exchange once more came into view. The dim lights, the different stalls, and the same counter for trading in junk for some stuff was there. It wasn't getting any livelier and the red eyed asian didn't quite trust his fingers to be able to hold onto some of the more intricate pieces of forgotten hardware properly in order to segregate it.

Plopping the giant bag onto the table instead, the effort it took him quite obvious, Vice then pushed it forward and waited on to see what he could possibly get for this time around.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Items Appraised!

Your money has been added.

[Vice Ysal]

Even through the toughness of the hardened fabric, the red eyed Asian could still feel the blisters forming in his hands. Each tense motion, every clipped movement of his muscles, all of them made the pain on his hands flare up. To most, it might have been a big enough of a deterrent to make them stop and just take a break. To vice however it was just a slight annoyance. He had worked under much more unforgiving conditions so letting a little thing like blisters wasn't a good enough reason to stop piling up these materials into one place.

Like before, instead of using a school bag The biker had opted to use a thicker and much more durable bag of cloth in order to carry the junk with him. The piles that he had used to frequent had began to diminish greatly and the items that he had planned on giving away were slowly being pilfered from him. Knowing that, it was a smart idea on his part to change areas.

So here he was, just having dug through the first layer of junk in order to get to the more rewarding bits when the young man finally found a few worth while objects. Problem was that they were heavy, even for him. Taking what he could gather, the young man then dumped in all the useless shit again to hide his little trove of misfit treasures for his next foray.

And soon enough, like the routine of old, Vice would trade his sack of junk for a pretty penny and some potential bonus.

Still, he didn't know what to use those for.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Items Appraised!

Your money has been added.

[Vice Ysal]

This was beginning to get tiresome. It was starting to get there anyway. He understood the importance of it, and sometimes still even enjoyed it, but having to pick up and segregate junk from other useless junk was beginning to wear him out. He had been able to find better stuff as of late, sure, and it got him a lot more cash than before but maybe it just wasn't as exciting as fighting for your life.

Shaking his head, trying to get those murderous thoughts out for the time being, Vice mused that at least this way he could still relax a bit. Tiresome as it was, having to do this was mostly psychological rather than actually physical when compared to having to run from corner to corner of a building while avoiding balls of flame and wires of electricity trying to fry you.

Hefting the bag down at the same counter, really it seemed to have been so long and with how heavy some of the junk was Vice was idly surprised that it still looked usable at this point. His moment of surprise didn't last long though and he went along with the usual: lining up the junk for them to be appraised.