Old man selling for old things (scavenge)

[John Nicholson]

John walked into the junk dealer's establishment. He had been finding quite a lot of stuff out in this so-called outer circle that was just to good to leave behind. Yet his lack of of knowhow on what to do with all this discarded stuff made it so that it would mostly just pile up in his appartment. He had heard vague rumors about a junk dealer somewhere near the border of the outer and inner circle. On a whim, he decided to check this rumor out in hopes of finding a way to ofload all this junk before his appartment became a cluttered nightmare.

He walked into the cluttered building with a bag of stuff, taking a while to marvel at what seemed like a lifetime's worth of hoarding random junk. He wondered who would own such a seemingly random collection of odds and ends when he noticed the woman behind the table, looking at him expectantly, He dumped the contents of the bag out on the table to let her take a look, hoping he would at least get enough money out of it to pay the rent.

[Erithania]

Behold.



Gold.

[John Nicholson]

John was back at the junk dealer, carrying another load of assorted junk to sell. He still wondered just what the blonde lady did with all the junk she bought from the various users. Was she building something, was she one of those hoarder types who just left huge piles of stuff lying around for no clear reason. He was lost in thought like that when someone in the room loudly cleared their throat. It was the blonde lady. How long had she been standing there? She was quite unsettling at times. John and the lady stared at each other like this for a while until he realized she was waiting for him to show the goods he was selling.

[Erithania]

Behold.



Money.

[John Nicholson]

It was time to offload loot at the junk dealer again. John had forgotten about going there lately. He was reminded of the growing pile of junk to be sold that was stored in his home when it collapsed onto him yesterday. After digging himself out he had put it all in a sack again and hauled it to the blonde lady. He was still thinking about the events of the full moon this month. It had been every bit as large of a fight as he had imagined it to be. Although the fun was quite dampened by the post-battle incident with the snake lady. He still hadn't found anyone to tell him her real name and he doubted anyone who knew would tell voluntarily. then there was also the problem tha he was simply outmatched and outclassed against her. Sure, he could appear intiidating and powerful all he liked. Yet the small bits he had seen of snake lady's powers was enough to know that he was but a small insect to her.

As he was pondering this situation, he dumped out his part of the usual deal onto the counter. Expectantly waiting for his money.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Items Appraised!

Your money has been added.

[John Nicholson]

Jonh walked back into the familiar shack of the blonde woman carrying his usual bag of scrap. And as always, he reflected on past events. He thought about his participation in both the full-moon event and the battle in the sewers. Of his confrontation with the snake lady in the mall. Of the normal human that had sprung to her defence against him. He wondered what would drive someone to protect what everyone could see was but a monster wearing the face of a human. Surely, the shadows could never coexist with humans, could they? Regardless, he had always been told not to sympathize with an enemy during a wat, for sympathy was weakness in such a situation.

with his moment of self-contemplation done, he begun the usual bargaining with the blonde lady to haggle a fair price for the scrap he had gathered.

[Erithania]

Behold.



Money.

[John Nicholson]

A familiar figure wandered into the junk dealer, a bag of loot slung over his shoulder. No one knew what John had been up to and he figured no one would care. The truth was that he siply had a long streak of utter apathy. He didn't know why it suddendly came on. It just happened? Like the force behind his actions had left him for some reason. Today marked his retunr however. He was probabl going to be outmatched by ost people he knew by now as they had not been sitting at home, wasting time doin meaningless things. It was a good motivator for him to better himself. And the first step to doing so was to hand over the goods he was still holding onto while lost in thought.

[Kitten4u]

I'll take that junk



You can have this money