The Magic of Deep Pockets (Salvage)

[Akira Nakajima]

Akira's adventure had brought him through a majority of the terminal with relatively little trouble. Surprisingly enough, he had managed to find a few decent things along the way- things that could be sold to that strange blonde woman's shop. It was all well and good that she liked getting stuff- perhaps she used the parts to make the toy guns, the evokers?- but the fact that she had others gather things out of the Shadow-ridden cesspool areas really did raise questions. Perhaps it was exposure to those Shadows that made these items, specifically, valuable? While it was all just as curious as the rabbit hole that Akira and his sister and anyone else that had developed that “power” found themselves in that particular predicament, ultimately, knowing the answers to those questions would have done nothing for their situation. The best course of action was to accept that the blonde ran a store and that this was a means of getting resources to further their own goal- to further their exploration and attempts at grasping freedom.

And, besides, a little bit of mystery could be a good thing. Who was to say that the blonde wasn't actually constructing some sort of unsavory device used for holding subjects down and doing things to them? That thought got his second brain working.

The boy in drag stepped up to the “shop” counter, tugging out any number of things from the inner pockets of the jacket, as well as from the pockets on his jogging pants. In fact, some of the things almost looked as though there was no possible way they could have fit into some of those pockets- at least not without sticking out a bit more than they had been. Whatever the case, a small pile of scavenged goods laid atop the counter at that point, all in varying qualities and with varying purposes. Not a bad supply for someone that just happened to pick things up on a whim, really.

”Ah, that's everything, Miss. Please, look over it as much as you'd like. I'm fine with taking a break before heading back.” Though slightly accented, the English was perfect, and it was delivered in a naturally high-pitched voice. Nothing about it would have suggested the boy's true gender. Then again, he had years of practice under his belt. Not a person had discovered him yet. It filled him with a twisted sense of pride.

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[Akira Nakajima]

Akira had found some nice things on his journeys out. Junk, mostly. But nice junk. That kind of special junk that wasn't entirely junky, but still kinda-sorta junk anyway. Do-dads, drugs, broken tech, not-broken tech, processors, other strange stuff; kid had it all. And he put it all on the counter of that little exchange shop. One man's junk was another man's- or, in this case, woman's- treasure. He just awaited the pay off so he could go splurge elsewhere. The true mentality of human beings: Spend, spend, spend. Fortunately, unlike the government, he only spent money on things he knew was worth it. Like clothes. Pretty clothes.

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[Akira Nakajima]

Another day, another payoff. Akira had done pretty well as far as collecting junk was concerned. Abandoned drill equipment, medicines, USB devices, you name it. The boy had a lot and managed to make it all fit in the various pockets of his jacket. The crossdresser dumped the lot on the counter, rocking on his heels as he awaited his money. There was no verdict anymore. He knew what to bring, so the main issue was the patience to receive the money. The glorious loads of money. That said, he still needed to decide on where to go with it and what to spend it on. He did have a number of money sinks for it nowadays. . .

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[Akira Nakajima]

Another day, another pay. Akira had taken it easy of late, since he plucked up odds and ends on just about every other trip to places. Rather than having to work hard on a singular trip, he just accumulated junk that found itself on the counter of the blonde woman's shop. Extra medicine, scraps of metal, ore, do-hickies, and other stuff had been spread over the surface. It was an odd sight. Odder still was the fact that it all came from the crossdresser's pockets, as it looked doubtful that there was enough room for all of it.

Regardless, the boy in drag maintained a pleasant smile, pushing his glasses up as he awaited his pay. Before long, he'd be rivaling the wages of the upper class. Ample wages for ample work, he supposed.

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[Akira Nakajima]

Another day, another cashout. More money meant more resources. More resources meant more clothes. And perhaps weapons, but that ultimately depended on his mood and how pressed he was for more expensive stuff. He doubted weapons would be on his wishlist any time soon. As far as armor was concerned, he could have had better, sure, but what he currently hosted was already superior to his armor during the battle with the Grim Squeaker. Neither was impossible, sure, but he doubted either case would pop up in the near future. Not that it would stop him from saving up, either way. Money was good. Some claimed it was the root of all evil, but human nature was ultimately to blame for that.

He just wanted pretty things.

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[Akira Nakajima]

Akira felt pretty good as of late. He'd gotten a little stronger, arranged for some meetings in places, and was just generally making progress on all fronts. He was pleased, to say the least. That day, he had brought any number of things from his exploratory travels. Small gems and rocks, medicine, ruined tech, other things. A little bit of happiness for every other walk of life. Or something like that, anyway. Whatever the case, the boy dumped his junk on the desk, awaiting his payment while twirling a lock of hair around his finger. He almost wanted to style it, but swapping between his male and female acts would be a little more difficult if he did that.

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[Akira Nakajima]

Akira stepped towards the counter with a perfectly straight face before pulling out what looked like a cube. It was a metallic object, and the pieces were all pieces together like a patched-up jacket. Slowly, as if enjoying his time, the crossdresser began to pick apart the cube, placing individual metallic pieces across the counter. It seemed that he had put the bunch together prior to his arrival, probably to conserve space. After a few moments, though, the boy in drag seemed conflicted, as though his memories on how to take the bunch apart had vanished. Shrugging, he gripped the cube and began smashing it on the counter, letting the pieces break apart a bit at a time.

Then he just smiled and awaited his pay-off.

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[Akira Nakajima]

Akira stepped right along through the Gap with about the same level of care and consideration as a drunkard prepped to head home and beat someone. Fortunately, the crossdresser was not the violent sort, and, as a result, he had absolutely zero intentions of beating anybody- blonde or no- that day. No, he just did not see the point of utilizing refinement or consideration when strolling into an open-ended station in the middle of ruins. Perhaps it was the fact that he'd been playing post-apocalyptic games recently? Either way, he was in good spirits and plenty happy to give the blonde crap for cash. He dropped his load, didn't bother to sort it out, and awaited the great payoff he so rightfully deserved.