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fandomhigh2014-11-10 07:22 am
raspberryturk) wrote in fandomhigh2014-11-10 07:22 am
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Public Service - On the Edge, Monday, Period 2
Reno was going to try to keep this relatively short and sweet today - he had no intentions of bursting into song in front of his students today, thanks. So he just waved everybody through the portal, and then led them down one of the long alleyways to one of the city's few little patches of sunshine.
There he stopped, and waved at something that would have been absolutely unremarkable anywhere else in the world. It was little and yellow and frighteningly delicate looking, barely alive.
"Don't step on the flower."
In case anybody around here was even remotely like him, maybe.
"There are only two places around here where these grow, yo. This ain't never been one of 'em. And I'll let you all get back to construction this week if you wanna - it's going pretty good - but we gotta talk about this. If the locals find it, maybe they'll take care of it, maybe they won't. The flower itself ain't the point here, though. It's the ground under it."
Hopefully his students saw what he was getting at, here.
"Maybe there are other ones out there. Maybe there's something to this. One tiny frigging buttercup is godsdamned revolutionary around here, yo. The ground's been dead in and around Midgar for decades." A beat. "Discuss."
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There he stopped, and waved at something that would have been absolutely unremarkable anywhere else in the world. It was little and yellow and frighteningly delicate looking, barely alive.
"Don't step on the flower."
In case anybody around here was even remotely like him, maybe.
"There are only two places around here where these grow, yo. This ain't never been one of 'em. And I'll let you all get back to construction this week if you wanna - it's going pretty good - but we gotta talk about this. If the locals find it, maybe they'll take care of it, maybe they won't. The flower itself ain't the point here, though. It's the ground under it."
Hopefully his students saw what he was getting at, here.
"Maybe there are other ones out there. Maybe there's something to this. One tiny frigging buttercup is godsdamned revolutionary around here, yo. The ground's been dead in and around Midgar for decades." A beat. "Discuss."
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