Midgar was the shining beacon of Gaia, the upper plates sparkled with ornate copper plating as flying zepplins came and went over the horizon, docking on the ports of the outer rim of the sectors, as the iron tramlines connected each of the segments together. And in the very centre of this massive structure was the diamond tower of Shinra, a hulking mass of glass and metal. From its chimneys, green dust filtered into the sky and covering the plates in an emerald dome.
Below the plate were the Gyptians, the slum rats as the people above sneered their name in disgust. They lived in the shadow of this great city, forever under the heel of Shinra's will as they tried and failed to climb the might steel struts to ascend to a higher plane.
And in the highest plates of the highest floors of the highest tower, a dark-haired man with a goatee marched through the halls of Shinra Tower with a black and white cat padding by his side as they passed scholars and holy men on his way to the main conference room.
"They won't listen to your restoration plan Reeve," meowed the tiny daemon, tiny white sock feet trotting to keep up with the accelerated pace.
Reeve side-eyed his companion, irritation clear on his brow. "The final presentation has been overseen and approved, the planning committee has completed the blueprints, and the numbers have been punched for the estimated budget. President Shinra-"
"-won't listen," repeated the cat, it's white triangle face glancing up to meet the brunette's cold stare. "Not when they have dust that can lead them to the Promise Land."
Cait Sith was an anomaly in the eyes of Midgar, a daemon who was the same gender as it's owner. While not uncommon it was still considered noteworthy and the subject of many a conversation.
"There's no guarantee such worlds exist," retorted the director of urban development.
"They'll know once they find a way to cross the threshold," the feline frowned, green eyes squinting in consideration.
The two would have gone in circles all day (which they normally did) if they didn't run into a familiar face first.
"Madame Scarlet," Reeve politely bowed his head in greeting. The ever chatty Cait Sith suddenly grew quiet, knowing his place in human society. Daemons were meant to be seen and never heard, so he shut his curved mouth and quietly crept up on the familiar by the woman's side, sniffing the air curiously.
