[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180412/dcaad8b5ff090195c4c16871995ef951.png[/img][/center][hr][right][color=gray][b]The Wilderness, Kasparc[/b]
MUTANT MAPS AND ORANGE DOORS.[/color][/right][hr][indent][color=silver][i]Twang![/i]

The sound of vibrating string and the whistle of an arrow enthralled Shishu. For most of Kasparc, exploring toxic wasteland was a death sentence, yet not for Shishu, wild girl. Shishu was a bonafide Tarzan, swinging from vines and wrestling mutations to the ground in the name of fun, yet often she was looked down on for the same reasons.

So, when Shishu found herself alert that someone else [i]was[/i] nearby, she grew curious.

When Shishu arrived at the source of the sound, there had been no one in sight. A mutant's corpse was pinned to a tree by a crossbow bolt; its organs shredded with some kind of blade. It was abnormal, even for Shishu, whom tried to make sense of whatever intricate design was cut into mutation. Shishu stared deeply at the sliced flesh, confounded as she struggled to understand what the markings meant. The cut marks were like a foreign language to Shishu, as if the coordinates were completely alien.

Giving up after several minutes of almost headache-inducing thoughts, Shishu began to walk away, but soon stopped in her tracks. If she could't understand what the markings were, then perhaps one of the townsfolk were willing to help Shishu. Scooping up the mutant in her arms, Shishu darted off in the direction of where Slopadelphia resided, and was met with the same gazes she was always greeted with--[i] nose-wrinkling disgust[/i].

Shrugging it off, Shishu wandered the town for anyone who could make sense of what she found. Of course, no one was willing to help Shishu, which was often the norm. Seeing no one was willing to help, Shishu decided it was best to sell off the rotting corpse to a local butcher rather than keep it around. After all, even for someone who lived in the wilderness, Shishu still had a use for money or whatever she could get in return. Tools, water and food... anything.

It was then when the butcher noticed the cuttings on the beast's flesh, and pointed out to Shishu what it had meant. Something about coordinates, which Shishu had never heard of. Apparently, someone wanted Shishu to go to some professor's place, but she had never heard of a professor before.

Taking what she could get from the butcher, Shishu decided that she would pay this "professor" a visit. To make such a display to capture her attention, it was clear that they wanted something from Shishu. Thankfully, it wasn't a far walk to wherever the professor had been located. Two people were already there, and a third was arguing with a door about oranges. Still with a curious atmosphere, Shishu watched the orange kid, wondering why he was shouting at a door. After all, Shishu didn't know doors could talk.

Or could they?[/color][/indent]