May our Goddess guide you through the blackened sea, and may she always be with you...
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All over Gamindustri, interesting people, all unrelated to one another both socially and biologically, were simply performing their meager jobs years ago. It was quite the uninteresting site, and should never truly be investigated, less one wants to ruin their mind with mediocrity. Every landmass was simply living on in their daily world upon their daily timeline nestled within their daily lives. There was no war, no famine, no epidemics, no disputes; it was as peaceful as a bright, sunshiny day.
For those that never quite understood, Gamindustri a century ago was beginning their, dare I say it, "Cultural Movement." For a long time, anything and everything was local, orderly, and respectful. However, thanks to a few hooligans running about, a counterculture began to surface, and suddenly crime was growing more and more by the day. In what our world would describe as the "60's," Gamindustri was going through the motions of debating everything around them; The CPU's, the birth of online play, The laws regarding freedom of speech, breaking through the united industries, solving equality rights, the birth of the modern day adventuring scene; Gamindustri years ago had it all, and many couldn't even begin to describe what the hell happened, for everything went by so fast.
However, like I said before, even with the commotion, people still moved on like there was nothing happening. Work had to be done, and done quickly. The world was changing around them, but honestly, everyone could have cared less. To the majority of the workforce, it was just a phase that will be quietly forgotten in the years to come. Only the youth really dared to pay attention, and even they often found themselves working.
In Planeptune, Lady Plutia III was going through a crisis. She really began to have her wits tested ever since Neptune joined the cast, and she really wondered if she could keep her sanity any longer. It has been nearly a decade now, and Neptune was already honking about how great that invention known as pudding was. Unlike the current CPU, Neptune was all for the counterculture, though for what reasons no one knew, nor wanted to know. Histoire, the Oracle of the nation, tried her best to control her, but really allowed Plutia to do the messy work; hopefully by the time Neptune does take control, she wouldn't be a hassle.
In Leanbox, the Alliance between Red Heart, Blue Heart, and Helga Green Heart was over, with the Green Heart's taking over completely. However, her time on this world was done, and Vert was about to be granted the title of CPU. Finally, she could strip away the title of a Candidate and be the ruler she always wanted to be. Perhaps she could even make a new law here and there…oh, the excitement! Chika Hakozaki was already gearing to be the new Oracle, really wanting to be near Vert for whatever reason. We don't ask, and we don't need to.
In Lastation, Lady Gray Heart was on her last legs. A beloved leader, she was stricken by one of the most deadly viruses ever to hit a CPU. Strangely, she was never blessed with a Candidate, and her Oracle left out of spite long ago, meaning no one could take her place. The Black Heart family was more than ready to take the thrown, and Gray Heart wouldn't have it any other way. Lady Black Heart I was hoping that when her time came, her Candidate would appear shortly after, and with Kei Jinguji, her trusted friend and adviser since her youth. Soon, Lastation will enter a beautiful state of rebirth.
Finally, to the north in Lowee, Lady Blanc overlooked her nation, wondering just like Lady Black Heart when her Candidates were to arrive, though unlike the other prestigous woman, White Heart wanted a Candidate so that they could do the heavy thinking for once. Mina, her trusted Oracle and lifelong friend, warned her that they still have to be taught the ways of a Goddess, but Blanc dismissed that notion, believing the blue-haired woman had what it took to be a temporary teacher. This really irked the young woman.
All four nations each had a tiny tale of their own, though none resulted in anything dangerous occurring. The only thing that could possibly be dangerous was TORRENT, and they have not performed a single disastrous attack since a few months back, which is not a bad thing, of course.
To the people working in Gamindustri, they still performed their menial tasks, hoping for some excitement in their lives. Still, it was better than being dead, so there was always that. All they had to look forward to was what the CPU ever did, and that was never anything groundbreaking, for most of the time the news boils down the CPU playing a new game, or perhaps supporting an agenda that didn't interfere with life to start with. It was a boring existence, and besides the occasional TORRENT deed, it was meant to stay that way.
Within Planeptune, one of these bored workers started her day at the Basilicom, working a very prestigious job for Plutia alongside her dad, a veteran in the Basilicom for over 20 years. Unlike the other poor saps, who either became engineers or office workers pushing pencils, this young girl, thanks to her highly-thought-of background, was able to acquire a top job...as the caretaker of Lady Neptune. Okay, it wasn't the best job, but unlike others, it was a menial task; she just got bored of it after a while, though she was always friends with the Candidate.
Her father was one of the leading "Strategic-Thinkers" for the Goddess, or in our terms, a financial adviser for the land. Histoire and him have worked congruently together since he began working there, making sure Planeptune was kept afloat during these peaceful times. Rarely did he ever actually do anything important, but thanks to his work, he was held in at least some form of regard (in other words, Plutia III will restrain herself from lashing at him, at least for minimal reasons). His daughter got into the Goddess business at a young age, starting at the wee age of 10, where thanks to her gender and awestruck-style power to calm down foolish children, she was able to gain quite the following within the Basilicom.
For a long time, not a single soul suspected anything from these two. They were kind, considerate, boring people that did exactly what was required of them. Of course, members of TORRENT have been known to work for the CPU under disguise, and once they are found out (and they always are), they are thrown in a secret jail and never seen again, and when I say that, I mean they are wiped from this world. Every record of their existence is wiped, and any family member they have will be informed that if they even mention his or her existence, they will suffer the same fate. A sad thing that must occur, but the guards within the Capital truly want their Goddess protected, and anything that jeopardizes their idol must be severely reprimanded.
Luckily, these two never had to go through any interview or interrogation or even a spontaneous drug exam; In fact, they were never even put on the list. To the daughter, that was understandable, for she knew that neither of them had anything deep or secretive to conceal away from the public. To the father, It was the biggest relief he could ever receive, knowing that any bit of suspicion could easily result in his daughter losing everything, and being forced to live out on the streets in dire poverty. That was not a reality he ever wanted her to experience, and he vowed that it shall never occur. But he never needed to worry about this, for he had absolutely nothing to hide. Nothing at all. Nothing.
Thus, like I said, they lived their lives like everyone else; boring, mundane, and pleasantly narcotic. Go to work, do whatever they needed to do, and then go home; rinse, repeat, and do it all again until retirement or death claims you. And you know what? They definitely would not want it any other way. Food on the table was worth it, right? Nothing weird underneath that table going on, as far as we could tell.
