Fellow Junkies [Kyra Sol]

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Metalorn
Termin Junkyard

Rummaging through today's shipments of scrap metals and junk people would throw away, mostly through the companies operating the many industries on Metalorn, would often times take up the better part of daylight for one small boy. He'd made this into his home - his personal playground, of sorts - and had yet to be caught by anyone passing by. There were no guards or officials working at the site, with the industries just dumping their leftovers and leaving. Nobody would give a mind to look for a lone little lad living there in isolation from anyone and anything.

Already the boy had made a tiny hutt out of large pieces of metal, yet from looking at it, it wouldn't strike one as a place of living, which was what young Thyros was striving for. He'd already seen the ugly nature of men rule his the entirety of his former life on Midvinter, and never would he let someone dictate what he could or couldn't do. In his "backyard", Thyros had a large gallery of sculptures standing as if on display for his eyes only, all made from bits and pieces he'd found on his daily rummages. The only thing he couldn't find on the vast junkyard would be food. "Why couldn't people just once throw away a food dispenser, or something?" he'd often ask himself.

No, for food he'd have to resort to the lowly act of thieving from strangers, or beg on the streets like so many others. Sometimes his hunger demanded that he look through random trashcans for half-eaten food only rats would find eatable. At daytime, Thyros would always find ways to keep himself occupied by searching new areas of the neverending junkyard he'd made his home, but at night he always had difficulties sleeping; more often than not he would weep like the child he was from the memories of his mother, so viciously murdered by his father, who he himself murdered. He - a mere five-year-old - killed his own father, one of the greatest warriors from his village. It was not a sin to see him roast to death before his young eyes, but rather a mercy upon the world. At least, that's what the boy had told himself time and again. Then why did he have such trouble sleeping?

Morning had arrived once more to Metalorn, and yet another day of scavenging was ahead of little Thyros, who rubbed the sleep from his eyes before crawling out of his hidey-hole.

[member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Lief]

Another urban sprawl, another junkyard to tend to. Such was the borderline OCD ways of Kyra's life... Or hoarding... Perhaps both. Dirt and grime bothered her not, but she could not pass a single junkyard in this Galaxy without glancing inside, even if just for a moment. It was both a beautiful blessing and a cursed cacoethes, but she wasn't about to break it by avoiding Termin's little spark of adventure and opportunity.

The gates were inviting, alluring her to wander on inside and have a nosey. Far be it for her to deny the pull. She all but slid down the mountain of junk before her, bits and bobs and thingamajigs flying this way and that. Music to her ears. A grin spread upon her lips as the ocean of metal appeared before her, open for the pickings. It was insecure, unmonitored, a total free haven of fun.

Nothing could hold her back, and soon she was scooping up loose little items which seemed to be either of worth or equally interesting. Circuitry, nuts, bolts... Ugh, it felt so liberating to be here. She was in no rush, so decided to remain for a few hours. She could find something of serious worth by then, perhaps a power cell or two!

[member="Thyros"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

The junkyard appeared more lively than usual today, as if someone... or something, was in it! Did the dogs get through the gates again? It wouldn't surprise him, seeing how the place is largely unguarded no matter what time of day it was. Thyros could hear something rummaging through the junk, and with the place rigged almost like a spider's web he'd learnt to understand, the little boy followed the sounds and vibrations in the otherwise completely quiet home of his.

Peeking from behind the wreckage of an old car, Thyros watched the thing that had crossed his territory. Only, it wasn't a beast at all, but rather a young woman from the looks of it. This made his mind settle somewhat, yet then it spiked again as he hadn't come into contact with another person in private for the longest time. What if she was actually looking for him? She looked nice enough, he supposed. Maybe taking a closer peek won't hurt?

Sneaking closer to the woman searching for goodies, the boy came in very close to the point where he could almost reach out and touch her had he wished to. He did not know what possessed him to speak, but he did nonetheless. "W-what are you looking for, lady?" he asked in a very shy and somewhat terrified tone, barely a whisper he wasn't sure whether she heard or not.

[member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Lief]

"Nope, nope... Definitely no!" she muttered to herself quietly, as she rummaged through the junk in search of another power source, some workable durasteel scraps and, of course, a short range scope. But she had picked a bad spot to come searching it seemed, coming up short handed. "I guess this could be of use.." she muttered, bagging a twisted piece of scrap which vaguely resembled the hilt of a vibrosword... Or something similar.

A voice disturbed her searching, forcing her to look towards the source. "A power cell, kid" she said, immediately turning her attention from him and wandering through yet more of the junk sea. Admittedly she was curious as to why a kid was out here alone, then she remembered her own upbringing and thought it best not to ask. Some people could be really touchy about that sort of thing. "And one of these" she pulled out Crank and gestured to the scope.

She doubted he could find them, but another set of eyes wouldn't be amiss. Besides, it might keep him from following her, for now at least... While she disliked other sentients, she didn't really mind children. After all, their life wasn't their own fault. Yet.

[member="Thyros"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

"Y-you won't find any of those in there, lady", he managed before slinking off to where he knew he'd find them. No-one knew this palace of scrap metal better than he who had lived there for months now, and upon being given just a teeny glance at what the strange woman was looking for he knew she was digging in the wrong place. He returned faster than would be expected by one so small wading through the heaps, his little head sticking out like a snag in the woods as he made his way back to her.

"H-here you are, lady." He carefully poked at the woman's back to get her attention before presenting the objects to her, his big blues looking up at her, full of innocence and good intentions.

[member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Lief]

His little comment made her brows furrow, and she turned her attention across to the boy who hurried off away from her. He seemed determined, as if he knew the exact course to take, before he ducked out of sight. With a small frown she waited, kicking a little trash to one side. She half expected him to not return, maybe he'd taken something from her... Yet patting herself down she found everything was in place. Odd.

When he returned she was amazed, her eyes widening. "Thank you" she said, taking the items and bagging them. She pondered for just a moment, before reaching down and ruffling his hair. "Where are your parents, kid?" This wasn't a safe environment for someone so young, she knew as much herself from personal experience. Her conscience may not have been the best but she couldn't allow a kid to get hurt in a place like this.

[member="Thyros"]