I don't own these people, and considering all the others who want to, I'm not even gonna think about trying to change that.
At this point in time, the 'slums' aren't all that bad. It's kind of like there are rich neighborhoods, and poorer ones, but not as bad as it is in the game. The plate has only been there for a few years, Shinra still kind of cares about his reputation, (he does sort of have competition) and his wife wouldn't allow him to ruin the lower level anyway...
Chapter 7
"It was my intention to go investigate the lower sector today," the light-haired woman pointed out, "But I realize that it's not exactly safe for Obie to go with me, so would one of you watch him, while the other two go with me?"
"Sure Mrs. Shinra," Arn grinned, "Vince won't mind staying with Oberon, because the little guy doesn't like Triton, and I'm rather pink today..."
"As a matter of fact," the woman smiled, "That is why I was going to suggest you watch Obie, since you're rather striking for what I wish to do. Can't very well miss a pink man, can we? And I would appreciate it if you boys would call me Kyra. If we're going to be on the lower side, I can't let the citizens know who I am, or things could get messy."
Vincent set the little boy down on a chair and winked at him, "Try not to give Arn too bad a time, okay, Obie? After all, he won't mind telling you how he got pinked if you're nice to him."
Arn growled something under his breath and glared at the black-haired TURK for a few seconds, then grinned, "Yeah, and I might even tell him how you came to have bangs down to your chin while the rest of your hair is so short!"
As he, Kyra, and Triton walked out the door, Vincent called, "He already knows, after all, he gave me the haircut!"
~
When they reached the station of the train that would take them to the underside of the plate, Kyra pulled two sets of clothing from her handbag, "Could you two change into these? Your suits are also rather conspicuous. When you look at the outfits, I think you'll be able to figure out what is for whom."
Triton took the bundle from her hands, and looked at the clothes. He pulled a few articles from it, and handed the rest to Vincent, "I'll change first, then you can. Kyra, are you going to change as well?"
She shook her head, "No need. I'm wearing a long jacket right now to cover what I am wearing, but when we get off the train, you'll see," she giggled slightly.
"Don't mind me while I wish I were somewhere else," Vincent muttered under his breath.
~
When Triton returned, Vincent almost didn't recognize him. After all, he'd never seen Triton in a neon green t-shirt, and white jeans. Vincent looked back down at the clothes he was expected to wear... Black shirt, and black pants, how?
"Well," Triton smirked, "Go change."
"Why do you have neon colors and I've got NORMAL ones?" Vincent yelped.
"Because I can fake hyperactivity," Triton grinned.
"What does that have to do with it?" Vincent was even more confused.
"Because if I'm traveling with two young men," Kyra laughed, "I tend to ask one to behave like a stereotypical hyper teen, while the other gets the part of the also stereotyped sullen one. No one has ever seen you hyper, so... Go on, go change!"
Vincent shrugged as he walked toward the men's bathroom. Once inside, he looked at the clothing again, and shuddered. Leather, yuck.
At this point in time, the 'slums' aren't all that bad. It's kind of like there are rich neighborhoods, and poorer ones, but not as bad as it is in the game. The plate has only been there for a few years, Shinra still kind of cares about his reputation, (he does sort of have competition) and his wife wouldn't allow him to ruin the lower level anyway...
Chapter 7
"It was my intention to go investigate the lower sector today," the light-haired woman pointed out, "But I realize that it's not exactly safe for Obie to go with me, so would one of you watch him, while the other two go with me?"
"Sure Mrs. Shinra," Arn grinned, "Vince won't mind staying with Oberon, because the little guy doesn't like Triton, and I'm rather pink today..."
"As a matter of fact," the woman smiled, "That is why I was going to suggest you watch Obie, since you're rather striking for what I wish to do. Can't very well miss a pink man, can we? And I would appreciate it if you boys would call me Kyra. If we're going to be on the lower side, I can't let the citizens know who I am, or things could get messy."
Vincent set the little boy down on a chair and winked at him, "Try not to give Arn too bad a time, okay, Obie? After all, he won't mind telling you how he got pinked if you're nice to him."
Arn growled something under his breath and glared at the black-haired TURK for a few seconds, then grinned, "Yeah, and I might even tell him how you came to have bangs down to your chin while the rest of your hair is so short!"
As he, Kyra, and Triton walked out the door, Vincent called, "He already knows, after all, he gave me the haircut!"
~
When they reached the station of the train that would take them to the underside of the plate, Kyra pulled two sets of clothing from her handbag, "Could you two change into these? Your suits are also rather conspicuous. When you look at the outfits, I think you'll be able to figure out what is for whom."
Triton took the bundle from her hands, and looked at the clothes. He pulled a few articles from it, and handed the rest to Vincent, "I'll change first, then you can. Kyra, are you going to change as well?"
She shook her head, "No need. I'm wearing a long jacket right now to cover what I am wearing, but when we get off the train, you'll see," she giggled slightly.
"Don't mind me while I wish I were somewhere else," Vincent muttered under his breath.
~
When Triton returned, Vincent almost didn't recognize him. After all, he'd never seen Triton in a neon green t-shirt, and white jeans. Vincent looked back down at the clothes he was expected to wear... Black shirt, and black pants, how?
"Well," Triton smirked, "Go change."
"Why do you have neon colors and I've got NORMAL ones?" Vincent yelped.
"Because I can fake hyperactivity," Triton grinned.
"What does that have to do with it?" Vincent was even more confused.
"Because if I'm traveling with two young men," Kyra laughed, "I tend to ask one to behave like a stereotypical hyper teen, while the other gets the part of the also stereotyped sullen one. No one has ever seen you hyper, so... Go on, go change!"
Vincent shrugged as he walked toward the men's bathroom. Once inside, he looked at the clothing again, and shuddered. Leather, yuck.