[OPEN RP] The Welcoming Parade.
[Where] All through the streets of Gilgamesh City.
[Who] EVERYONE!!
[When] Rather early morning, a few weeks after the death of the President.
[What] Rufus holds his welcoming parade to show off just how wonderful and great and brilliant he is, and although the celebrations run throughout the whole city, not everyone's too happy about the presence of the new President of Shin-Ra.
[Rating] PG-13 for language.
[Warnings] Language, other TBA.
It was to be a glorious day for the citizens of Gilgamesh City.
The dawn chorus was drowned out early by the eager sound of an enormous brass band. Trumpets and trombones roared out proudly, in place of what was usually the chattering of small birds, the steady beat and clash of drum and symbols rousing the inhabitants of the large town from their beds to a beautifully bright and cheerful day beyond their curtains, fluttering softly in the light refreshing breeze.
The streets of Gilgamesh, previously a modest subtle tone, were dazzling with an array of colours in too many hues to count... burning reds, royal blues, hot yellows, incandescent greens, pinks, purples, oranges, golds...! Everything was ablaze with colour, set on fire in a variety of tones and shades, the colourful ambiance drifting off toward the gleaming cloudless sky that stretched in a wide blue arc above the celebrations that appeared to be spreading throughout the entire city.
The sun beat down, cheerful and warm, rays illuminating the colourful balloons that hung from streetlamps and causing the highly-polished armour of the SOLDIER and SeeD who lined the street to shimmer and glisten with pride and importance. There wasn't a place in the city one couldn't hear the marching band, all brass and beat, or see the mass of colour that had overthrown the city's modest look in a spectacular display of balloons, flags, and the huge blood-red banners draped over just about every building in the Town Square... all proclaiming the same five-letter word in stark ebony print.
Rufus.
This was truly the dawning of a new era... an era they hoped would last forever.
The era of Rufus Shin-Ra, the new President of the Shin-Ra Company and one of the most influencial men in the entire city.
And when there was a revolution, there would be celebrations to come with it, as part of the package. This was the beginning of those celebrations.
Chocobos warked loudly from where they were tethered, a flurry of yellow feathers seated upon which was a SOLDIER or SeeD trooper, reigns keeping the large bird under control at the roadside. Troops and guards lined each and every street leading off from the Town Square, tight and sharp, an impressive display of men with discipline so intense they could stand deathly still, weapons at attention, staring straight ahead, watching and waiting for anything that might threaten the celebrations.
A crowd had gathered. Slowly, during the morning, it had built and built, until nearly every man, woman and child populating the city had swept into the streets, the hustle and bustle, the excited chatter, all being drowned out by the proud and definite beat of the marching band who were slowly moving down the main road through Gilgamesh, the leaders of the vast parade that was about to meet the public gaze.
A brass band, dancers and cheerleaders, marching SOLDIER troops... they had everything. It was all for show, all to excite and amaze, and it was working. Gasps and cheers arose from the crowd, hands shooting up in jerky waves to greet the new face of their government, eager to catch a glimpse of the man who would be leading them from this day forth.
Rufus Shin-Ra... son of the dead President... and a legend in his own right. Cold and crisp, hard and abrupt, no one had ever seen him bleed or cry. He was inhuman, it seemed...
And this was probably the reason why the crowd was going to wild today.
An open-topped cart was being drawn through the cobbled streets, smoothly despite the uneven surface. Wooden, ebony, with solid gold handles and lining, seats made of the finest stark white leather, tethered up to four beautiful Chocobos. Guards marched forward behind and in front of the cart, proud and perfect, not a step out of line, swords and crossbows held across their armoured shoulders.
And inside the cart, clad in the most spotless of white suits, not a single golden hair out of place despite the breeze, one hand lifted in an elegant wave to greet the enthusiastic onlookers... was the President of Shin-Ra himself.
The man whose name was now sprawled across the entire city.
President Rufus Shin-Ra.
No one had to know exactly what cirucmstances had brought him here, being led through a crowd of inawed townspeople toward a podium in the Town Square upon which he would make his first public speech... no one had to know exactly how the former President had met his demise, exactly who was responsible, and why...
All they needed to know was enough to lull them into a sense of security.
AVALANCHE's name would be mentioned a lot during his speech. That was one certainty.
[Who] EVERYONE!!
[When] Rather early morning, a few weeks after the death of the President.
[What] Rufus holds his welcoming parade to show off just how wonderful and great and brilliant he is, and although the celebrations run throughout the whole city, not everyone's too happy about the presence of the new President of Shin-Ra.
[Rating] PG-13 for language.
[Warnings] Language, other TBA.
It was to be a glorious day for the citizens of Gilgamesh City.
The dawn chorus was drowned out early by the eager sound of an enormous brass band. Trumpets and trombones roared out proudly, in place of what was usually the chattering of small birds, the steady beat and clash of drum and symbols rousing the inhabitants of the large town from their beds to a beautifully bright and cheerful day beyond their curtains, fluttering softly in the light refreshing breeze.
The streets of Gilgamesh, previously a modest subtle tone, were dazzling with an array of colours in too many hues to count... burning reds, royal blues, hot yellows, incandescent greens, pinks, purples, oranges, golds...! Everything was ablaze with colour, set on fire in a variety of tones and shades, the colourful ambiance drifting off toward the gleaming cloudless sky that stretched in a wide blue arc above the celebrations that appeared to be spreading throughout the entire city.
The sun beat down, cheerful and warm, rays illuminating the colourful balloons that hung from streetlamps and causing the highly-polished armour of the SOLDIER and SeeD who lined the street to shimmer and glisten with pride and importance. There wasn't a place in the city one couldn't hear the marching band, all brass and beat, or see the mass of colour that had overthrown the city's modest look in a spectacular display of balloons, flags, and the huge blood-red banners draped over just about every building in the Town Square... all proclaiming the same five-letter word in stark ebony print.
Rufus.
This was truly the dawning of a new era... an era they hoped would last forever.
The era of Rufus Shin-Ra, the new President of the Shin-Ra Company and one of the most influencial men in the entire city.
And when there was a revolution, there would be celebrations to come with it, as part of the package. This was the beginning of those celebrations.
Chocobos warked loudly from where they were tethered, a flurry of yellow feathers seated upon which was a SOLDIER or SeeD trooper, reigns keeping the large bird under control at the roadside. Troops and guards lined each and every street leading off from the Town Square, tight and sharp, an impressive display of men with discipline so intense they could stand deathly still, weapons at attention, staring straight ahead, watching and waiting for anything that might threaten the celebrations.
A crowd had gathered. Slowly, during the morning, it had built and built, until nearly every man, woman and child populating the city had swept into the streets, the hustle and bustle, the excited chatter, all being drowned out by the proud and definite beat of the marching band who were slowly moving down the main road through Gilgamesh, the leaders of the vast parade that was about to meet the public gaze.
A brass band, dancers and cheerleaders, marching SOLDIER troops... they had everything. It was all for show, all to excite and amaze, and it was working. Gasps and cheers arose from the crowd, hands shooting up in jerky waves to greet the new face of their government, eager to catch a glimpse of the man who would be leading them from this day forth.
Rufus Shin-Ra... son of the dead President... and a legend in his own right. Cold and crisp, hard and abrupt, no one had ever seen him bleed or cry. He was inhuman, it seemed...
And this was probably the reason why the crowd was going to wild today.
An open-topped cart was being drawn through the cobbled streets, smoothly despite the uneven surface. Wooden, ebony, with solid gold handles and lining, seats made of the finest stark white leather, tethered up to four beautiful Chocobos. Guards marched forward behind and in front of the cart, proud and perfect, not a step out of line, swords and crossbows held across their armoured shoulders.
And inside the cart, clad in the most spotless of white suits, not a single golden hair out of place despite the breeze, one hand lifted in an elegant wave to greet the enthusiastic onlookers... was the President of Shin-Ra himself.
The man whose name was now sprawled across the entire city.
President Rufus Shin-Ra.
No one had to know exactly what cirucmstances had brought him here, being led through a crowd of inawed townspeople toward a podium in the Town Square upon which he would make his first public speech... no one had to know exactly how the former President had met his demise, exactly who was responsible, and why...
All they needed to know was enough to lull them into a sense of security.
AVALANCHE's name would be mentioned a lot during his speech. That was one certainty.