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Notes: 24 degrees C is about 75 degrees F.
Aerithism
Five: Covered with Disease
Evere coughed at the Junon smog. Oil drilling had left the lower regions unsafe for humans; yet, Lower Junon was the most densely population in Gaia. Everything was covered with blackish-brown muck, and smelled like a sewer.
They let people live in the Midgar slums. Why would they change their ways now?
He leaned against the filthy walls, supporting himself up. From this angle, he could just make out Aerith and the Apostles. The Maiden clutched a Cait Sith doll in her hands. She looked like a child with her small figure and wide eyes. Behind her the 'Apostles' stood:
Reeve: Explainer of Common Life
Rufus: Economic Supporter
Heidegger: Civilian Protection Chair
Scarlet: Weapon Disabler
Palmer: Guide to the Stars
The brunet would laugh at the stupidity if he could ever find enough air. I'm wonderful, but… Rufus had to be shot by a WEAPON to choose to help anyone. There's nothing quite like the fear of death to make you change your evil ways. Heidegger protecting anyone? Hah! The only things Scarlet disabled would be my eyes—Oh, God! Mental picture… Go away! Go away!
Evere rubbed at his temples, willing the mental image away. He eventually breathed a sigh of relief. The statue of Palmer was noticeably thinner than he was in life. 'Guide to the Stars?' More like guide to the lard…
/Flashback/
The brunette watched the television absently. The news anchor was discussing the latest truce between Wutai and Kalm. Not that it'll last long… It never does. He turned it over to the meteorologist.
"In your area… It will be sunny and about 24 degrees Celsius."
So I should expect blizzard conditions. Super.
"Hey, Heiress, can you come help me in here?" The child leapt off the sofa and entered the kitchen area. Her mother was chopping vegetables. Pointing with her knife she indicated the oven.
The brunette bounced over to the appliance and opened the door. Inside, a fresh, golden brown loaf of bread baked. She took hold of a potholder and began to pull the loaf out.
Her hand lost its grip, and the bread tumbled onto the ground. The glass pan shattered into a thousand pieces. Her mother turned her head, a shocked look. "Are you alright?"
"Uh, yeah… Sorry about the brea—"
Her mother shook her head. "It's fi—Holy #$&!" Heiress's mother had cut her own hand open…
/end/
Sitting in twilight, Wallace watched the drill pumps moving up and down, up and down… It's all my fault. I'm just as bad as that King VERMIN… North Corel was a prosperous oil town. Barret, the local hero, had launched the oil and coal industries following the Jenova War…
No one remembered why it was called the Jenova War. Most referred to it as the 'time before the Maiden's grace.' Yeah, that's a hella ofa mouthful. An' this place ain't that 'graceful.'
In the distant, the neon lights from the Golden Tree could be seen. It's tha Gold Saucer, damnit. Outside, it was a gaudy, rainbow of color. Inside, Wallace knew all the lights inside were red…
Dey cert'nly changed da meanin' of 'amusement park.'
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