Post by Vincent Valentine on Aug 26, 2010 20:19:39 GMT -5
The city of Midgar, ruined from four years of disaster. Stating that this place had bad luck was like saying there was a drizzle directly in front of the cone of a hurricane; Midgar was a freakin' DOOM MAGNET. Or, at least, that's what the information from the Reaper's Report (Which he was still somehow getting despite there being seemingly no Shibuya any more) told the silver-haired man in black, sitting atop a monolith of junk that, for once, was NOT out of place. Among the rubble of the city that had been meteor'd, ripped apart by some wacko with one wing, and stepped on by a two hundred meter monster, this junk heap was not out of place in the usual context of 'It's a junk heap', though it did make an interesting addition to the strangely in-tact fountain not too far away.
It was out of place in the fact that it looked to have been artistically put together rather than piled up by wind storms, or any number of the horrible things that had happened here. All the more reason for the Reaper captain Sho Minamimoto to carry out his so-called 'arts and crafts' here. Not to mention the place had a solemn feel about it; the people? Not so much. The people were just like they were everywhere else; they still complained about not having this or that, when they lived in and beneath a massive junk heap that dwarfed even Sho's largest of monolithic junk piles. "Tch... sons of digits..." Minamimoto growled, his yellow eyes glinting a bit in anger as he pulled his hat down a bit. There was nothing more frustrating to him.
All these Humans are the same! Ungrateful negative integers... He thought, punching his fist into his hand and turning his back to the people who were starting to admire the junk heap; taking a second to look at something usually considered worthless into something... Not quite beautiful, but it was better than the garbage that had littered this specific avenue the previous afternoon. Some people, though Sho wasn't looking to see it, were even leaving small amounts of Gil at the base of the structure. It was definitely different than Rabanastre; the people there had been in outrage about the junk heap he had crafted, but here it seemed to be a welcome reprieve from the usual desolate rubble that littered the streets from years of chaos.
Sho's wings were concealed for now. He had no reason to manifest them when he didn't need them, and it took the hard work out of erecting these monuments to his opinion of the world at large. An opinion capable of changing, of course, but his opinion was still his alone. To the Humans on the ground, he probably just looked like one of them with a weird tattoo. Sho gave a final snort and gave a jump off his junk heap, landing smoothly on the ground and leaning against what looked to be the back half of a Shin-Ra train; something that had been blocking the path to what remained of LOVELESS Avenue for roughly five years now. He also noted that he'd landed next to some dude wearing armor. "Heh... You'd look more imposing with an addition of spikes on the shoulder plates," Minamimoto commented, pushing the lip of his hat up and observing the 'knight' of some sort as the armor-clad man apparently admired his junk heap. Better than taking out balance points.
It was out of place in the fact that it looked to have been artistically put together rather than piled up by wind storms, or any number of the horrible things that had happened here. All the more reason for the Reaper captain Sho Minamimoto to carry out his so-called 'arts and crafts' here. Not to mention the place had a solemn feel about it; the people? Not so much. The people were just like they were everywhere else; they still complained about not having this or that, when they lived in and beneath a massive junk heap that dwarfed even Sho's largest of monolithic junk piles. "Tch... sons of digits..." Minamimoto growled, his yellow eyes glinting a bit in anger as he pulled his hat down a bit. There was nothing more frustrating to him.
All these Humans are the same! Ungrateful negative integers... He thought, punching his fist into his hand and turning his back to the people who were starting to admire the junk heap; taking a second to look at something usually considered worthless into something... Not quite beautiful, but it was better than the garbage that had littered this specific avenue the previous afternoon. Some people, though Sho wasn't looking to see it, were even leaving small amounts of Gil at the base of the structure. It was definitely different than Rabanastre; the people there had been in outrage about the junk heap he had crafted, but here it seemed to be a welcome reprieve from the usual desolate rubble that littered the streets from years of chaos.
Sho's wings were concealed for now. He had no reason to manifest them when he didn't need them, and it took the hard work out of erecting these monuments to his opinion of the world at large. An opinion capable of changing, of course, but his opinion was still his alone. To the Humans on the ground, he probably just looked like one of them with a weird tattoo. Sho gave a final snort and gave a jump off his junk heap, landing smoothly on the ground and leaning against what looked to be the back half of a Shin-Ra train; something that had been blocking the path to what remained of LOVELESS Avenue for roughly five years now. He also noted that he'd landed next to some dude wearing armor. "Heh... You'd look more imposing with an addition of spikes on the shoulder plates," Minamimoto commented, pushing the lip of his hat up and observing the 'knight' of some sort as the armor-clad man apparently admired his junk heap. Better than taking out balance points.