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.
This time, Layla had just taken the lazy route out of gathering salvageable goods, as she'd done several times before while exploring. That was, she just picked up stuff as she went through the library. Most of it was left over from shadows she defeated, but she'd also brought back a few books that nobody was likely to notice missing. She'd also brought back a few of interest to her, but...well, she wasn't going to sell those. Just the ones that looked like they would be of interest to other people. That way, she didn't have to go out of her way to do this, and still benefited from it. HOW she was benefiting, though, she still wasn't really sure.
Post by Layla Amare on May 14, 2014 3:19:38 GMT -5
Things were steadily starting to get worse. She had thought that the last attack, where she'd been forced to go to the hospital for a few days, was a one-time thing. And as far as anything that severe went, it was. But instead, she'd been dealing with a number of seizures. They were minor enough to otherwise have been negligible, but the lapse in consciousness and attention made fighting shadows nearly impossible. So, apart from a few stragglers, she hadn't been doing that. Again and again, she cursed her condition, doing the only thing that could still be considered progress for the moment. Which was to wander the outer circle and look for junk to salvage.
The fact that she probably wasn't going to be fit to fight for the upcoming full moon earned the loudest curse yet.
Post by Layla Amare on May 21, 2014 13:13:09 GMT -5
Well, she'd gone and done it anyway. She'd gone and joined the fight, and had been a necessary asset there. But it probably had not done her any good. She'd gone home with a splitting headache, which had lasted all through the next day. And on top of that, she was pretty sure there was still slime hiding in places that she hadn't managed to look yet. Just being able to get out and look for more junk to salvage was a relief. She'd have to get back in the game soon, but for the moment this was all she was feeling up to. But not doing anything at all felt even worse.
Post by Layla Amare on May 27, 2014 23:40:09 GMT -5
This was starting to get pretty bad. Layla was back in action, but still not able to handle as much action as she used to be. Her Persona was stronger than ever, but her body wasn't allowing her to use that strength. And that, moreso than the repetition, the slow moments, and even the salvage runs that were becoming more productive than the shadow hunting runs, frustrated Layla to no end. There had to be more she could do. There had to be something she could do to improve her condition. If not, she worried, she really might start to lose it.
Post by Layla Amare on Jun 4, 2014 19:03:41 GMT -5
The trip to the hospital had all but been a complete bust. Layla hadn't managed to find anything useful at all while she was there, and almost went away with only bitter feelings. But, she had remembered to bring her salvage bag with her, and so she'd remembered to at least fill that up with there. This time, she didn't care what she took. If it looked like she might get something useful out of it, she bagged it. It didn't matter if it was broken or not, personal or not, or even looked like it came out of a horror movie.
Since really, most things in the shadowlands looked like that now anyway.
Post by Layla Amare on Jun 11, 2014 21:25:10 GMT -5
It was about that time of the week yet again, and Layla came in dragging a bag full of junk. Metal junk, mostly. She'd gone back by the car factory and found some old crap sitting outside. Apparently no one had bothered to clean up or salvage the remains of the tank she'd helped destroy awhile back. Not that she was all too bothered by it. It gave her an easy target for something to salvage without going all the way back to the castle. Some of the parts even looked like they might still be usable. The rest was probably just scrap metal.
Post by Layla Amare on Jun 18, 2014 21:55:23 GMT -5
As it turned out, there was enough left in the remains of the tank for a second trip, and still nobody else had come to claim it. Layla wasn't terribly surprised. The area of town it had pulverized on its rampage was in even worse shape than the day she fought it. What buildings were still standing looked like they would collapse at any minute. Some of them looked like they would fall right on top of the safest paths through the street-level debris. And of course the tank itself was a metal jungle of twisted and broken parts. Sensible people would stay way. But Layla was already a daredevil, and getting less sensible by the day, so she went right back to continue what she started last week.
Post by Layla Amare on Jun 25, 2014 22:20:31 GMT -5
Layla actually had quite a haul this time around. Much like the tank before it, she'd managed to scrounge together and bring back pieces of a ruined giant robot. A giant robot that was also a shadow, but was still intact enough once it was defeated to still be called a giant robot. Most of the remains were just actual junk, but some of it was machinery that Layla had no idea what it was or how it worked. Maybe the blonde woman would know. Or maybe it would turn out to be junk as well, and only be worth it for the parts.