Post by The LPA on Mar 24, 2009 17:40:18 GMT -5
“Oh vhat a circus, oh vhat show.”
In a tiny vacant room, up in a high building overlooking a grand plaza that is filled with the cheers of thousands of people, with red banners flying about like snakes in the sky and the images of a proud and confident figure in long banners lining the sides of the buildings. There stands a figure against a far wall facing towards a window, eyes covered by a gritty boonie hat, only his grey muzzle sticks out from under the brim. He chews upon a weed that is sticking out from his mouth. Resting against his shoulder is a long rifle.
“Lindblum has certainly gone to town over their new Commitsar.”
Another person, a young human boy in a rudimentary uniform of some para-military, is prone next to the window watching the scene below with a pair of binoculars. He looks back at the standing Burmecian, setting the binoculars down beside him.
“Can’t hardly blame them, look at this, it’s so grand. I’m feel I, myself, wants to throw my fist into the air, wave a flag and chant his name. Reynard! Reynard!”
The Burmecian walks towards the window and rest up against the wall beside it and slowly drops down into a sit, his rifle in his lap. He rubs his shoulder as he takes a quick peek out the window, his furry hand running over a faded and dirty patch with the symbol of the LPA, a crudely stitched wrench-head with a single black hexagon dot centered in the mouth of the wrench-head.
“Yes, I suppose I feel it too, vhich makes this job all that more difficult.”
The young boy looks curiously at the Burmecian with the rifle, eyes questioning and perhaps filled with a little anxiety.
“Sid, I’ve been meaning to ask but, why are you here? You’re a hero of the revolution; you should be down there standing beside the Commitsar, a king among men. This is what your people fought for right? A people’s state and that’s what you have, why now are you on our side?”
Sid stays quiet for a moment, perhaps thinking or perhaps angry at the insubordination and ignorance of this kid assigned as his spotter.
“You know nothing of vhat I fought for; the lies fed to you are made so that you rally and fight just as the lies fed to the people down there blind them to the big picture. I’m here because I still believe in the cause, not the lies, understand?”
The boy shakes his head skittishly, obviously unsure how to reply.
“Well… I’m not sure, what is so great about your cause, look what happened. Has anything changed?”
Sid shakes his head no, tips his hat up and takes another peek out the window.
“Seems ve have some time before the Commitsar takes the podium,” he looks to the boy then and breaths deeply “Let me tell you a little story from the revolution, maybe then you’ll understand vhy ve fought and for vhat, before it became tainted vith greedy people just like the aristocracy ve fought.” He takes one more peek out the window. “I vas vith the Red Dragoons and assigned to a young guy named Ollie, good guy, good friend…”
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In a tiny vacant room, up in a high building overlooking a grand plaza that is filled with the cheers of thousands of people, with red banners flying about like snakes in the sky and the images of a proud and confident figure in long banners lining the sides of the buildings. There stands a figure against a far wall facing towards a window, eyes covered by a gritty boonie hat, only his grey muzzle sticks out from under the brim. He chews upon a weed that is sticking out from his mouth. Resting against his shoulder is a long rifle.
“Lindblum has certainly gone to town over their new Commitsar.”
Another person, a young human boy in a rudimentary uniform of some para-military, is prone next to the window watching the scene below with a pair of binoculars. He looks back at the standing Burmecian, setting the binoculars down beside him.
“Can’t hardly blame them, look at this, it’s so grand. I’m feel I, myself, wants to throw my fist into the air, wave a flag and chant his name. Reynard! Reynard!”
The Burmecian walks towards the window and rest up against the wall beside it and slowly drops down into a sit, his rifle in his lap. He rubs his shoulder as he takes a quick peek out the window, his furry hand running over a faded and dirty patch with the symbol of the LPA, a crudely stitched wrench-head with a single black hexagon dot centered in the mouth of the wrench-head.
“Yes, I suppose I feel it too, vhich makes this job all that more difficult.”
The young boy looks curiously at the Burmecian with the rifle, eyes questioning and perhaps filled with a little anxiety.
“Sid, I’ve been meaning to ask but, why are you here? You’re a hero of the revolution; you should be down there standing beside the Commitsar, a king among men. This is what your people fought for right? A people’s state and that’s what you have, why now are you on our side?”
Sid stays quiet for a moment, perhaps thinking or perhaps angry at the insubordination and ignorance of this kid assigned as his spotter.
“You know nothing of vhat I fought for; the lies fed to you are made so that you rally and fight just as the lies fed to the people down there blind them to the big picture. I’m here because I still believe in the cause, not the lies, understand?”
The boy shakes his head skittishly, obviously unsure how to reply.
“Well… I’m not sure, what is so great about your cause, look what happened. Has anything changed?”
Sid shakes his head no, tips his hat up and takes another peek out the window.
“Seems ve have some time before the Commitsar takes the podium,” he looks to the boy then and breaths deeply “Let me tell you a little story from the revolution, maybe then you’ll understand vhy ve fought and for vhat, before it became tainted vith greedy people just like the aristocracy ve fought.” He takes one more peek out the window. “I vas vith the Red Dragoons and assigned to a young guy named Ollie, good guy, good friend…”
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