[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/OTy5ZmU.png[/img][hr][b]Name:[/b] Beryl Vagrant 
[b]Role:[/b] SOLDIER 3
[b]Location:[/b]Bone Village
[b]Tag:[/b] [@Karl Kadaver] [@Sarcelle Renard][/center][hr]

[indent]The sounds of the dig sites were beyond his walkman's volume. It was irksome but Beryl had found his earphones obsolete compared to the man made sounds of human innovation. So instead he found himself doing those patrols ordered by The Commander. At first he crossed the paths of other SOLDIERs, some taking the request seriously, others were simply standing guard over motes of dust. After awhile he found a spot near two conversing SOLDIERS and stood a few feet away. 

He sighed while releasing his head from the SOLDIER helm. Tousling the teal strands, shaking the fatigue and sticky sweat away. Touching them had reminded him of his obligation. [color=lightblue][i]I'll have to redye it soon enough. Thing is, I'm running low on my supply. I have two maybe three more uses if we end up stuck here any longer.[/i][/color]

Cuffing the helm between his arm and side he looked at the dig site, unintentionally listening in to a [b][i]certain [/i][/b]conversation. He caught but a small part of it though, a question ending some long sentence perhaps. Either way, it was amusing. Perhaps that SOLIDER was new but everyone knew the morale was... well non-existent. Most of them simply went with the flow, himself included. 

He outwardly chuckled, though low, it was loud enough for them to hear. [color=lightblue][b]"Sorry. I didn't mean to ease drop. You must be new?"[/b][/color] he continued on, playing his fake persona. He had yet to look either one of them in the eyes.[/indent][hr]
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/x41scuh.png?1[/img][hr][b]Name:[/b] Astral Diamonia
[b]Role:[/b] SOLDIER 1
[b]Location:[/b] Junon
[b]Tag:[/b] [@Double][/center][hr]

[indent]Astral stood on Junon's sullen beach. It was a unholy thing that Shinra had done to the place. The once thriving fisherman's village was now blotted out by metal the umbrella overhead, its once clear waters were polluted, its beach... abandoned. It would not be long before Junon would simply fade from existence he thought. Personally, it didn't matter if it did. It held no connection to how he could continue his growth, pursue his goal of growing stronger and free.

[color=silver][i][b]...[/b][/i][/color]

Massive metal spears impaled the great waters as if chucked from the clouds. It was unsightly, he admitted to himself but it was also the will of The Shinra Electric Company. Not many could deny them besides himself. On the beach, he situated his hands in the pockets of his fine black pants. His suit, tailor made and smooth, rippled with the smelly wind. 

[color=silver][b]"And I thought this would be relaxing. That was... unexpectedly foolish of me."[/b][/color] He finally said, letting his fair voice bless the otherwise rotten place. [/indent]