He's going to want to try again but with the amount of rain- even if it stopped tonight the road is going to be dangerous.
[Not that it would stop the president from wanting to attempt the ascent again but Veld is hoping that he can get through to him and convince him that no amount of ambition will change the conditions.
Every day he can feel his influence on the president slipping away. With every new 'advancement' that the scientists make he knows that he's losing the man the president used to be in the beginning and is watching him become a creature twisted with greed.
It's a relief to finally peel off his wet coat, tie, and shoes, tossing them on the chair in the room.]
At this point, I'll just take clean water, even if it's lukewarm.
[It's not just the scientists, either. Weapons development had started becoming bigger than its already colossal britches thanks to the advent of materia creation. As Midgar grew and more and more sectors reached completion, the undercity had thus grown in its shadow. Public safety was starting to... become about public control.
Vincent had noticed its tendrils here. Although the soldiers that accompanied them had embraced the hospitality Nibelheim had given them (and returned the favour. A small company of mechanics was working on upgrading the water tower and trying to fix the rusty old truck at the gates in their downtime) they were Public Safety. And Vincent he knew, full well, that they had been instructed to shoot to kill should the reactor be compromised.
The company was changing. Little wonder. With mako, the world itself had changed. The fact that being here was such a shock to the system was a testament to how far humankind had come in such a few short years. Shinra spearheaded this change. So of course, it would change too.
Things were murky. But it had always been murky. Before the switch to energy, Shinra was never a friendly arms manufacturer. Both he and Veld were equipped to wade. And their job was to keep the company's head above water- regardless of how murky it got.
Butyes. Clean water.]
That, they can do. Or could an hour ago, before-
[A curtaintwitch. Yeah. Some of the infantry's engineers are being doused with a sudden leak in said water tower. Yeah, there's yelling. And the water tower being called a 'sonnavabitch'.]
-Well. Better hurry.
[He turns his head to the other man again.]
And pass me your shoes. I've still got the polish out from cleaning mine. You're paying for lunch.
[Veld winces when he hears the crash outside- it's admirable that the soldiers want to help even in the pouring rain but from the sounds of cursing and breaking wood he doesn't have high hopes, not in this storm that seems to be getting worse.
Just their luck.]
Fuck, if you can salvage anything I'll buy you dinner too. I'll even try to save you some water.
[He hands his shoes over to Vincent before handing him his phone as well. He knows eventually he will have to go over to deal with the president's displeasure but he's going to take this brief moment of respite while he can.]
I'll be quick, I just need to get the mud off. Get some rest and something to eat while you can, we're not going anywhere until tomorrow and once the rain stops, we're going to be going back to Midgar.
[Even if the president tried to put his foot down, which Veld knew he would, travel in these conditions in this remote village would be hazardous and going up the mountain would be impossible for a while.
He can't help but feel a bit of petty satisfaction that the scientists aren't going to get their way for once, not that it would stop them in the long run.]
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He's going to want to try again but with the amount of rain- even if it stopped tonight the road is going to be dangerous.
[Not that it would stop the president from wanting to attempt the ascent again but Veld is hoping that he can get through to him and convince him that no amount of ambition will change the conditions.
Every day he can feel his influence on the president slipping away. With every new 'advancement' that the scientists make he knows that he's losing the man the president used to be in the beginning and is watching him become a creature twisted with greed.
It's a relief to finally peel off his wet coat, tie, and shoes, tossing them on the chair in the room.]
At this point, I'll just take clean water, even if it's lukewarm.
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[It's not just the scientists, either. Weapons development had started becoming bigger than its already colossal britches thanks to the advent of materia creation. As Midgar grew and more and more sectors reached completion, the undercity had thus grown in its shadow. Public safety was starting to... become about public control.
Vincent had noticed its tendrils here. Although the soldiers that accompanied them had embraced the hospitality Nibelheim had given them (and returned the favour. A small company of mechanics was working on upgrading the water tower and trying to fix the rusty old truck at the gates in their downtime) they were Public Safety. And Vincent he knew, full well, that they had been instructed to shoot to kill should the reactor be compromised.
The company was changing. Little wonder. With mako, the world itself had changed. The fact that being here was such a shock to the system was a testament to how far humankind had come in such a few short years. Shinra spearheaded this change. So of course, it would change too.
Things were murky. But it had always been murky. Before the switch to energy, Shinra was never a friendly arms manufacturer. Both he and Veld were equipped to wade. And their job was to keep the company's head above water- regardless of how murky it got.
Butyes. Clean water.]
That, they can do. Or could an hour ago, before-
[A curtaintwitch. Yeah. Some of the infantry's engineers are being doused with a sudden leak in said water tower. Yeah, there's yelling. And the water tower being called a 'sonnavabitch'.]
-Well. Better hurry.
[He turns his head to the other man again.]
And pass me your shoes. I've still got the polish out from cleaning mine. You're paying for lunch.
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Just their luck.]
Fuck, if you can salvage anything I'll buy you dinner too. I'll even try to save you some water.
[He hands his shoes over to Vincent before handing him his phone as well. He knows eventually he will have to go over to deal with the president's displeasure but he's going to take this brief moment of respite while he can.]
I'll be quick, I just need to get the mud off. Get some rest and something to eat while you can, we're not going anywhere until tomorrow and once the rain stops, we're going to be going back to Midgar.
[Even if the president tried to put his foot down, which Veld knew he would, travel in these conditions in this remote village would be hazardous and going up the mountain would be impossible for a while.
He can't help but feel a bit of petty satisfaction that the scientists aren't going to get their way for once, not that it would stop them in the long run.]