Road

“Honestly,” said Fuen, “I am not sure what everybody is.”

“I don’t follow,” sighed Hydra.

“OK, so this place,” explained Fuen. “It’s like a crossing point, from the living world to the afterlife. It is an in between. When humans, animals, and even some plants die, they walk down the paths, to the main road, and follow it to the afterlife. But we live on here for a while. We are the ideas, opinions, hopes and dreams that linger after the living embodiment is gone.”

“So I am just an opinion?” asked Hydra.

“You’re a hope and dream Hydra,” replied Yuffie. “That’s why we don’t let you play on the road.”

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Soap

“I know,” sighed Red. “But it didn’t just get up and run away!”

“Maybe someone stole it,” pondered Hydra.

“My soap box?” asked Red.

“Spectre looks shifty to me,” replied Hydra.

“Spectre always looks shifty,” grumbled Red. “Who ever stole it made a clean get away.”

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Podium

“But it’s a lie,” continued Yuffie. “It always has been, and there are those out there, that continue to believe. They allow themselves to be led. Believing they work for us. While they really take away our health services, our education, our…”

Yuffie looked across the masses, peering up at her. Silently, Idly, with lit faces.

“Our nations current leader is a prat,” she declared.

Rapturous applause.

She sighed and stepped off the podium.

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