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.
Post by Sayu Nakano on Apr 6, 2014 10:27:41 GMT -5
Sayu had all but grown used to carrying her junk into the Gap by that point in time. Rather, by that point in time, the mute had grown used to using her bare hands to deliver the junk to the counter. It was slow, small progress, but definite progress. She had also managed to cut down the number of times she washed her hands a day. Hadn't lowered the number of showers, though, but there was a multitude of legitimate reasons for showering several times a day, anyway. Regardless, the mute had made her way to the counter, produced her pieces of metallic, plastic, papery, and whatever else substance-based junk and awaited her rightfully-earned payoff.
Post by Sayu Nakano on Apr 13, 2014 0:00:54 GMT -5
Sayu didn't really enjoy the whole “walk into a strange woman's place of residence and give her questionable things for questionable goals for the sake of money” thing that she did every week. At first, it was because she didn't like handling junk. As it went on, though, she honestly had to wonder exactly what these exchanges were doing for the woman. As far as she could tell, Sayu was just getting money for practically nothing. Nothing in the world was free. Therefore, what, exactly, was the purpose behind all the junk? Even if she would willingly trade junk for funds for her own ends, it still raised a bothersome question in the back of her head. Perhaps the blonde would be the next “target” after the snakewoman?
Who knew?
Either way, she laid the junk out and awaited her payment.
Post by Sayu Nakano on Apr 20, 2014 10:21:45 GMT -5
Sayu headed into the Gap, as usual, to cash in on the junk she had. More money meant more options, meaning more openings for power. She needed to continue doing what she could to grow more powerful. As evidenced by her fighting alongside those fools, working with others would not be the way to go. A girl could only trust herself, her family, and her servants, it seemed. Expecting even neutrality from other parties was too much, it seemed, as that asshole from the fight opened fire on her despite the two being on the same side. Well, wasn't that just great? Despite the fact that the blonde woman had yet to wrong her, the mute fixed the woman with a dull stare as she awaited the exchange's conclusion.
Her mood had soured, just by thinking about that asshole.
Post by Sayu Nakano on Apr 27, 2014 10:35:19 GMT -5
Sayu had a few pieces to exchange with the blonde woman. No longer did germs bother her. It was one step she took in the entirety. She could actually get dirty and not feel like she was being eaten by some invisible menace. Definitely a step-up. Highly liberating. Now she just had to deal with her enemies. One by one, she'd overcome Shadows. The top of her list was that snakewoman, though. That one took full precedence over all Shadows- once she had the power to address the issue. She was not yet satisfied with what she had- not confident in her destructive power. That Shadow had pretty much neutralized her methods of attack back then. No telling how Light worked. She needed something more.
She'd have it soon, though. She'd need it, after all.
Post by Sayu Nakano on May 4, 2014 12:22:20 GMT -5
Sayu strolled on into the Gap to release her handfuls of junk. She was in a decent enough mood that day. She might have even hummed. You know, if she could. But she couldn't, so that was something of a moot point. Why was she in a good mood? Just was. Probably the fact that she had battled with a powerful opponent successfully, but she was just in a good mood overall. The mute rocked on her heels, somewhat impatient- like a child waiting on their new toys or allowance. That was the kind of air the mute had about her right around that time. It was eerily peppy, considering her typical demeanor. But what did she care?