Post by Zhou on Jan 19, 2014 10:44:38 GMT -5
There had been so many tasty morsels that had found themselves cascading down the grape vine like dew on a fresh blade of grass. Mosaic East's students weren't exactly known for their ability to hold their tongues when something interesting came up, and when an opportunity arises, well, all sorts of unsavory characters come out of the woodwork. Now in truth, it was a chance that Zhou Yuan simply could not find it within himself to pass up, for in truth, the idea of a safe house on the very edge of the Outer Circle was not farfetched in the slightest. It was only natural for Persona users to create a base camp, a place where they could easily go into the shadowlands and come back for a rest...and he knew it. Trekking through the subway tunnels beneath the city was said to be the way to get to the encampment, and even more so, there were tales of a strange individual who would take in whatever refuse you would bring, exchanging it with you for cold hard currency. All the motivation that Zhou needed was supplied by the mere mention of earning more money for the useless trash that he had found lying about the house, and a few in the subway tunnels proper.
Carrying a backpack that he normally reserved for school usage, some bottled water, and his chain whip, which he fastened to his right arm, Zhou began the long journey through the tunnels to the abode of the strange pack-rat who took other people's junk and...well, nobody knew what she did with the trash in truth. Maybe she melted it down into something useful? Maybe she was just a hoarder? Nevertheless, throughout the arduous journey he would faintly glimpse shadows in the darkness of the tunnels, no doubt a few of them were testing the defenses of the city, looking for a way to breach into Mosaic proper. Another question that would've been asked by an individual who cared would be a question as to why the city itself was spared from the shadows for a period of time...were they simply slow moving, or was someone/something keeping up the illusion of normalcy to better savor their anguish?
At long last, Zhou reached the terminal where he was told he could reach the encampment, though in truth, one always had to take rumors like this with a pinch of salt. Heading up the stairs to the surface, he was greeted with a sight he had not yet beheld. A purple sky. Standing at the entrance, he found himself admiring the sheer beauty of it, if other than for all the various ruins between the gap and West Mosaic's former half. Patting his backpack to ensure that everything was all there, he found himself mesmerized by the haunting beauty of this place, the shadowlands. Never before had he stepped foot outside of East Mosaic if other than for a few errands, and seeing West Mosaic like this...it was kind of funny. A bit of a laugh came from his lips as he made his way to where one of the rumors dictated the woman would be at. Surely enough, the salvage shop was laid bare before him, and without so much as a knock, he made his way in. Dim and dusty, the shop was barely illuminated by an older model of lightbulb. Quickly taking note of his surroundings, Zhou saw that there were two things to keep in mind, a mission board, and a lack of any other human beings. No bell, nothing to ring...he simply moved up to the counter and deposited his trash onto the table.
Remnants of of wiring from the subway tunnels, spare iron stripped from the repair stations along the way, a few tin-cans, and the remnants of something resembling a pistol were all strewn across the counter without a care. "Not a social sort, hmm? Well then...I have some things for you. Many more where that came from. So, ma'am...let's do business."
Carrying a backpack that he normally reserved for school usage, some bottled water, and his chain whip, which he fastened to his right arm, Zhou began the long journey through the tunnels to the abode of the strange pack-rat who took other people's junk and...well, nobody knew what she did with the trash in truth. Maybe she melted it down into something useful? Maybe she was just a hoarder? Nevertheless, throughout the arduous journey he would faintly glimpse shadows in the darkness of the tunnels, no doubt a few of them were testing the defenses of the city, looking for a way to breach into Mosaic proper. Another question that would've been asked by an individual who cared would be a question as to why the city itself was spared from the shadows for a period of time...were they simply slow moving, or was someone/something keeping up the illusion of normalcy to better savor their anguish?
At long last, Zhou reached the terminal where he was told he could reach the encampment, though in truth, one always had to take rumors like this with a pinch of salt. Heading up the stairs to the surface, he was greeted with a sight he had not yet beheld. A purple sky. Standing at the entrance, he found himself admiring the sheer beauty of it, if other than for all the various ruins between the gap and West Mosaic's former half. Patting his backpack to ensure that everything was all there, he found himself mesmerized by the haunting beauty of this place, the shadowlands. Never before had he stepped foot outside of East Mosaic if other than for a few errands, and seeing West Mosaic like this...it was kind of funny. A bit of a laugh came from his lips as he made his way to where one of the rumors dictated the woman would be at. Surely enough, the salvage shop was laid bare before him, and without so much as a knock, he made his way in. Dim and dusty, the shop was barely illuminated by an older model of lightbulb. Quickly taking note of his surroundings, Zhou saw that there were two things to keep in mind, a mission board, and a lack of any other human beings. No bell, nothing to ring...he simply moved up to the counter and deposited his trash onto the table.
Remnants of of wiring from the subway tunnels, spare iron stripped from the repair stations along the way, a few tin-cans, and the remnants of something resembling a pistol were all strewn across the counter without a care. "Not a social sort, hmm? Well then...I have some things for you. Many more where that came from. So, ma'am...let's do business."
