Junks of Chunks (Scavenge)

[Crux]

One man's trash is another man's treasure.

This cliche statement made more than enough sense. Simply, while one person had something that was useless to them, it may have use elsewhere. In this case, there was profit for both sides. There was an incentive to participate in the junk-collecting business by actually collecting junk for things that could be of use to Crux. Cash was a great example of things that could be of use to Crux and not of use to someone else.

Scratch that. The world seemed to revolve around cash. They both probably wanted to cash, but the concept of buying was reversed from what is expected. He, the consumer, was selling to a business. It was easier to grasp this entire human aspect as 'exchange', one word.

The android was eager to see how this worked, so he was not afraid to remove himself from the safety of the Safe Zone. Crux brought along some gadgets, gizmos, whozits, and whatzits in a burlap sack which made a bit of noise along the way. It would have alerted the woman whom he was supposed to trade with. Crux set the bag on the counter in front of him, bowing his head in greeting. 

"I am here for an exchanging."

[Erithania]

The magic of exchanging has been accomplished!



Magic in that there's now new money in your wallet. A-bra-ka-da-bra.

[Crux]

One morning, Crux decided to make another visit to the mysterious scrap exchange woman. There was a box of random scraps laying out in front of a house. The original owner probably deemed these things to be useless, and he would understand; a lot of it looked like a bunch of dusty crap. Then again, he hadn't given all of it a good look-over. Maybe there was gold hidden away at the very bottom?

Assumptions were assumptions, and did they reflect on the reality of the box? No. Maybe not. Well, he wouldn't know since, again, he hadn't looked through it carefully before he took it to the salvage woman. It was big enough for him to have to latch both of his arms around its rectangular girth.

"Hello again. I would like to exchange these."

[Erithania]

Behold. Money.



And that's all.

[Crux]

An abandoned house in the outskirts held the most curious things placed neatly under a table. There were several jewelry and cigar boxes strewn about on the floor that all, when shook, sounded like they were filled with things. Crux was too absorbed with something else to make the effort to open them. For all he knew, they could've been filled with rocks or eyeballs collected from corpses. He could've brought in a corpse too, but the metals in their body would have not been able to be large enough in quantity to warrant taking to the salvage shop.

The boxes were put into a larger box that had more random crap throw into it. The top was sealed with a long strip of pink duct tape that was found somewhere else in the outskirts. It was a girl's room, he recollected. Then, he took it over to the Ms. Scrap for exchanging.

"Good evening. I'd like to make an exchange, please. Also, do you take corpses?"

[Erithania]

And then?



More money.

[Crux]

It was hard to not avoid the skeletons and half-mashed corpses that surrounded a small construction site. Something big came around, probably a Gigas-class or another of similar size and strength. The looters appeared to have kept quite a large stash inside of a hole. A shovel stood next to it, parallel to a pile of dirt. Off to the side was one of the most damaged of the corpses, missing a three-dimensional body; what remained of it clung to the ground like a burn mark. Crux wondered as he pulled out the bag if they felt any pain as they died. Of course they did, so how much pain did they feel?

Walking back to the salvage post with the bag behind him, the young man with the gloomy eyes' thoughts wandered off to his almost non-existent ability to feel pain. The only 'pain' came from the objective that subjugated him and his thoughts, forcing him to drop everything just to kill. Little did he know, his self-control was much greater than he thought.

The bloody loot bag was dropped on the counter, but Crux remained silent. At this point, she should know what he had come for.

[Erithania]

Behold!



Furballs.

[Crux]

Trash was gross. So was dumpster-diving. All of these things were unclean and made scrubbing necessary for the android. But, one day, what was presented to him was exactly that: a giant dumpster. It stunk of all sorts of foul smells. Due to it being in the middle of the outskirts, it obviously hasn't been used in a long time unless there was a large colony of trash-dwellers that somehow kept themselves safe from the Shadows.

Treasure was treasure, however. As clean as he wished to maintain himself, Crux knew that scrubbing metal plating was a myriad times easier than scrubbing skin. What he would do was time himself inside of the giant dumpster; he must gather as much as he could within twenty seconds before coming out. Letting off a deep sigh, Unit #011 delved deep into the depths of the receptacle, bag in hand. Twenty seconds later, he emerged with a sizable amount of junk and proceeded to the chop shop lady woman person.

[Kitten4u]

I'll take that junk



You can have this money