Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2018 9:41:16 GMT -5
And for you, only you I would give anything,
The cleanup was going to take weeks. If not, it would take months. The scars of the battle to retake the former Midgar already lying in ruins was still yet fresh on its scorched soil and metal jungles. Not having been deactivated from their status just yet, most of the WRO 'Agents' did their best to restore the order of the Edge where it might've have failed. For the most parts, their joint efforts happened to be a humanitarian relief, especially for those that were affected by the attack from the Deepground. There were still yet medical tents being erected left and right, soldiers handing out civilian rations, and 'Wanted' board posted up with pictures of one's family with prayers attached to their photos, hoping that one day, that they may return. The battle was over, but the aftermath of it never was all sunshine and rainbows.
Many of these people, however, won't ever be back no matter how many slabs of concrete and steel beams they turn over. Yet, people clung to their hopes.
Aldrich sighed.
It wasn't exactly easy swallowing his own food when there was still so much work to be done. One of the larger, fellow Agents seemed to take note of this and asked if he was going to finish his ration. The former SOLDIER promptly gave it to his fellow colleague with little hesitation - it wasn't as though he liked their standard issue ration in the first place anyway. He just happened to be unlucky enough to be issued some meatballs and rice, which - was so dry and bland that he could barely swallow one of them without chugging on some water down his throat. The ones that some of the other guys in his team were having was a five-star meal in comparison.
"I'm going on a patrol," The SOLDIER stood from his makeshift chair, "Call me if anything up."
"Will do, chief." The bigger one replied, happily stuffing his face with the dry, bland meatball and rice ration that Aldrich had handed to him.
Honestly, it was a wonder how this man's stomach was able to handle the worst-tasting ration that the WRO had issued them. It must've been made out of iron or something, or he just happened to have an odd tastebud for food. Then again, each to their own, he supposed.
After putting on the long coat around him and stepping out of the armored car, Aldrich almost forgot how cold the weather around Midgar could be. The thought of going to Costa Del Sol in the outfit that he wore seemed more pleasant in comparison. He never did like the city. The skies were always so murky, the temperature would often go down to unpleasantly cold levels during fall and winter, and it was always depressing. Aldrich didn't exactly consider himself to be a very cheerful person in nature to remedy the problem, but would it be too much to ask for a little sunshine?
Aldrich bobbed and weaved across the crowd until he came upon the cleanup site not too far from their base of operations. Namely, one of the reactors that the WRO Agents and their allies took during the battle. There still were traces of radiation and Mako rising from the ground where the explosion had occurred, Removing it all was... well, only God knew how long THAT would take.
However, it wasn't just the ruins that interested him, but a lonely figure standing near it. As far as he could see, she was wearing an odd set of clothes. It almost seemed tribal and... a bit too old-fashioned to rule out that she lived at the Edge, or anywhere near Midgar. He remembered in one of his studies that people of Cosmos canyon wore such clothing, but what would one of their tribes be doing here of all places? Whatever the case, the woman was in danger just being around it.
"Hey, you should get out of there! You'll get hurt standing near the cleanup, you know!"
Many of these people, however, won't ever be back no matter how many slabs of concrete and steel beams they turn over. Yet, people clung to their hopes.
"Like I said, mad'am, we are doing our best."
"Please, find my husband - he was lost since-"
"Hey, someone get a stretcher over here!"
"Dad, I'm hungry...."
Aldrich sighed.
It wasn't exactly easy swallowing his own food when there was still so much work to be done. One of the larger, fellow Agents seemed to take note of this and asked if he was going to finish his ration. The former SOLDIER promptly gave it to his fellow colleague with little hesitation - it wasn't as though he liked their standard issue ration in the first place anyway. He just happened to be unlucky enough to be issued some meatballs and rice, which - was so dry and bland that he could barely swallow one of them without chugging on some water down his throat. The ones that some of the other guys in his team were having was a five-star meal in comparison.
"I'm going on a patrol," The SOLDIER stood from his makeshift chair, "Call me if anything up."
"Will do, chief." The bigger one replied, happily stuffing his face with the dry, bland meatball and rice ration that Aldrich had handed to him.
Honestly, it was a wonder how this man's stomach was able to handle the worst-tasting ration that the WRO had issued them. It must've been made out of iron or something, or he just happened to have an odd tastebud for food. Then again, each to their own, he supposed.
After putting on the long coat around him and stepping out of the armored car, Aldrich almost forgot how cold the weather around Midgar could be. The thought of going to Costa Del Sol in the outfit that he wore seemed more pleasant in comparison. He never did like the city. The skies were always so murky, the temperature would often go down to unpleasantly cold levels during fall and winter, and it was always depressing. Aldrich didn't exactly consider himself to be a very cheerful person in nature to remedy the problem, but would it be too much to ask for a little sunshine?
Aldrich bobbed and weaved across the crowd until he came upon the cleanup site not too far from their base of operations. Namely, one of the reactors that the WRO Agents and their allies took during the battle. There still were traces of radiation and Mako rising from the ground where the explosion had occurred, Removing it all was... well, only God knew how long THAT would take.
However, it wasn't just the ruins that interested him, but a lonely figure standing near it. As far as he could see, she was wearing an odd set of clothes. It almost seemed tribal and... a bit too old-fashioned to rule out that she lived at the Edge, or anywhere near Midgar. He remembered in one of his studies that people of Cosmos canyon wore such clothing, but what would one of their tribes be doing here of all places? Whatever the case, the woman was in danger just being around it.
"Hey, you should get out of there! You'll get hurt standing near the cleanup, you know!"
Leaving a trace for love to find a way,
