Identity Story |
| Speaker | Dialogue | |
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 Molar Boatworks Ishmael |
Gah... I'm getting steamed alive in here... | |
| The sounds of ponderous sighs and crab shells cracking open filled the green, squelchy mudflat. | ||
Molar Boatworks Ishmael |
Come on, pop right off, come on... Agh! | |
| After a few labored grunts from the child, a metal scrap sploshed onto the mudflat. | ||
| It was soon added to the pile, which had grown taller than two trash crabs stacked together. | ||
Molar Boatworks Ishmael |
Where'd the kid run off to...? I thought he went to get the wagon, not cobble together a whole new one from scratch. | |
Molar Boatworks Ishmael |
Whew, I think I need a break... | |
| She wiped the sweat off her brow and plopped herself on top of a trash crab's shell, which had now become a rather serviceable stool. | ||
| To quench her thirst, she raised the canteen she brought to her mouth... and scowled. | ||
Molar Boatworks Ishmael |
What the... I thought I got a bottle full of iced water? When'd it go lukewarm on me? | |
Molar Boatworks Ishmael |
Besides... Pah! It's salty... Ugh, the top must've come loose or something. | |
| The child glowered at the canteen, at the lake, then back at the canteen. She again sighed deeply, and dumped the entire canteen on her head. | ||
| She probably thought that the water would at least cool her down. | ||
Molar Boatworks Ishmael |
Haah... How much longer do I have to keep doing this crap? | |
| Brushing through her now soaked hair, the child began to contemplate. | ||
| She was thinking back... back to when she first woke up on this mudflat. | ||
| She was glad that she was able to come back from the books, but it was unfortunate that she couldn't choose where to come back to. | ||
| Of course, the child didn't have a penny to her name... and even before she could find her bearings, she noticed a trash crab aggressively crawling toward her. | ||
| All she could do was to face it, completely unarmed. | ||
| Perhaps her Fixer days weren't for naught, after all. | ||
| Watching her beat down a trash crab with her bare hands, the owners of nearby boatworks offered to buy the scraps off her quarry... | ||
Molar Boatworks Ishmael |
...It's thanks to their help that we were at least able to open our own boatworks. | |
Molar Boatworks Ishmael |
And whew, even that would've been a challenge, had the other guys not returned as well. | |
| The child's goal was to return to V Corp, District 22. | ||
| Back to where their office used to be... To get their old lives back. | ||
Molar Boatworks Ishmael |
...Still a ways to go to earn enough for the ride back. | |
Molar Boatworks Ishmael |
Phooey, I'm wasting time. The wagon'll get here at some point, I might as well kill some more crabs until then. | |
| She dove back into the lake after muttering to herself. | ||
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| She whispered, aiming her weapon at the trash crab hiding in the depths of the lake. | ||
Molar Boatworks Ishmael |
Sit still... No use strugglin'! | |
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