Originally Posted by
Melon God
"AHHH... Gotta love poor people air!"
Morgen took in a deep breath, stretching her arms out to her sides and feeling the wind flow over her. It's not often she found herself visiting the lesser districts, but the sense of nostalgia upon gazing down at the neutered skyline was nothing short of palpable. Hard to say those memories were fond, business trips always were kind of boring. She finally released her breath with a long, satisfied sigh, like she'd taken a drag on a cigarette. With the transit station monitors continuing to relay the recent PSA above, her skirt bounced with her dainty little hops down the metal steps. A few people vaguely looked in her general direction with disgust before turning away.
Quite the traffic today, Morgen sourly noted to herself, squeezing between an obnoxious flirting couple amid the gathering crowds. I suppose these are the slums after all, not much to do here besides piss in the street and eat roast chicken. A public execution must be the right amount of excitement for the filthy, unwashed masses living in this pit. The bridge area was becoming packed, just standing in its vicinity seemed like a safety hazard - she was not in the mood to be trampled in the event that something goes wrong.
Gazing skyward, she squinted and held a hand over her brow to catch sight of the airships disembarking their passengers.
Now, her father had told her following the annihilation of A-9 that the incoming refugees could make for a good source of cheap labor, while her mother told her she hoped those poor souls could make peace with everything they've lost. This was a very precise summary of their character as Morgen witnessed growing up in the Dupont household, and it didn't take much to see which she took after more... depending on who you asked.
If there was a scale of 'do nothing' and 'jog ahead' in response to someone walking slowly in front of you, she would land squarely on 'clear your throat and tell them that their useless peasant hide is blocking your way.' In fact, she just now realized, that was actually a very good idea. Adjusting her collar, Morgen tilted her nose up ever so slightly.
"Gentlemen... kindly stand aside for me, would you?"
And, coerced by some intangible force, those nearest to her began parting to the sides like a human wave - at first subconsciously, and then momentarily stupefied why they had done such a thing, gawking absentmindedly at the woman who had just paved a clear path ahead with mere words. Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, she smiled warmly to herself and walked in stride, humming a familiar tune.
That was more like it.