.:: Chapter 8: Welcome to Junon ::.
I didn't know if Tim was dead or not, as soon as he had fallen, I had leapt on Sonyia and dashed away as fast as her little Chocobo legs could go, and not looking back.
I had made it all the way to Junon, which seemed to be in a sadder state of being than the last time I had been by. Sludge poured onto the beaches washing in dead sea creatures of every kind. That Shinra military base above was doing more damage than good to the world. "That's just another part of Shinra we're going to take down someday, Sonyia." I casually said to my blue bird, as we trotted into the town.
"Good morrow, and welcome to Junon Harbor!" an old man with a long white beard greeted me as I passed the town's tavern, Seaside Breeze.
"Good day to you, Sir." I spoke, slowing Sonyia to a halt in front of him. "Could you tell me, does that Tavern over there offer rooms to spend the night?"
"It sure does! Junon Harbor may be a slimly run-down fisherman's village, but we still have the top-notch services that you'd find anywhere else." He winked, "Some say its four percent cleaner, dirt that is, than Midgar! Can you believe that?!" He beamed, and I knew then that this man had been a resident of Junon for longer than even he could probably remeber.
"Amazing.." I said, trying to sound astonished, "I grew up in Midgar, near the outskirts of the Slums. Still under that "Rotting Pizza", but I see that Junon has it's own rotten pies to deal with. Shinra has really messed up, ya' know?" I couldn't help this, I knew I was saying too much. For all I knew this man could be a Shinra official, maybe the Vice President or something.
Relieved, he responded that they were hard times, and that they were going to have to do something themselves. They were going to run Shinra out of Junon, that is as soon as they were able to find a group of rebels brave enough to sink the corporation.
I sighed, as did he, and were momentarily lost in our own thoughts. Without a word he stiffly walked back to the building on the other side of the street, climbed the staircase, and walked inside. I kicked my heel into Sonyia and we trotted around the back of the Seaside Breeze, so I could tie her reins to the "Chocobo Post" a small stand run by a little boy, probably between twelve and thirteen.
"Now be good, Sonyia, and don't give this boy too much trouble!" I patted her head and walked inside the Seaside Breeze to get a good night's sleep... Which was far from what what I got.
As I stepped in, I was immediately met by the eyes of fifteen different watermen, all guzzling boozes. "Great. Drunks," I muttered stepping up to one of the Bar Maids. "'Scuse me, Miss?" I asked, beginning to yawn, "Is there any chance I can get a room to stay in tonight?" She smiled, and stepped behind the counter.
"It's 35 Gil a night, shall you be staying?" she asked, then under her breath, added, "Just don't let these fools know 'bout you being here, and lock the door. They ain't married." She winked, and still yawning, I handed her the gil.
I didn't know if Tim was dead or not, as soon as he had fallen, I had leapt on Sonyia and dashed away as fast as her little Chocobo legs could go, and not looking back.
I had made it all the way to Junon, which seemed to be in a sadder state of being than the last time I had been by. Sludge poured onto the beaches washing in dead sea creatures of every kind. That Shinra military base above was doing more damage than good to the world. "That's just another part of Shinra we're going to take down someday, Sonyia." I casually said to my blue bird, as we trotted into the town.
"Good morrow, and welcome to Junon Harbor!" an old man with a long white beard greeted me as I passed the town's tavern, Seaside Breeze.
"Good day to you, Sir." I spoke, slowing Sonyia to a halt in front of him. "Could you tell me, does that Tavern over there offer rooms to spend the night?"
"It sure does! Junon Harbor may be a slimly run-down fisherman's village, but we still have the top-notch services that you'd find anywhere else." He winked, "Some say its four percent cleaner, dirt that is, than Midgar! Can you believe that?!" He beamed, and I knew then that this man had been a resident of Junon for longer than even he could probably remeber.
"Amazing.." I said, trying to sound astonished, "I grew up in Midgar, near the outskirts of the Slums. Still under that "Rotting Pizza", but I see that Junon has it's own rotten pies to deal with. Shinra has really messed up, ya' know?" I couldn't help this, I knew I was saying too much. For all I knew this man could be a Shinra official, maybe the Vice President or something.
Relieved, he responded that they were hard times, and that they were going to have to do something themselves. They were going to run Shinra out of Junon, that is as soon as they were able to find a group of rebels brave enough to sink the corporation.
I sighed, as did he, and were momentarily lost in our own thoughts. Without a word he stiffly walked back to the building on the other side of the street, climbed the staircase, and walked inside. I kicked my heel into Sonyia and we trotted around the back of the Seaside Breeze, so I could tie her reins to the "Chocobo Post" a small stand run by a little boy, probably between twelve and thirteen.
"Now be good, Sonyia, and don't give this boy too much trouble!" I patted her head and walked inside the Seaside Breeze to get a good night's sleep... Which was far from what what I got.
As I stepped in, I was immediately met by the eyes of fifteen different watermen, all guzzling boozes. "Great. Drunks," I muttered stepping up to one of the Bar Maids. "'Scuse me, Miss?" I asked, beginning to yawn, "Is there any chance I can get a room to stay in tonight?" She smiled, and stepped behind the counter.
"It's 35 Gil a night, shall you be staying?" she asked, then under her breath, added, "Just don't let these fools know 'bout you being here, and lock the door. They ain't married." She winked, and still yawning, I handed her the gil.