Post by ᕼᓎᑗᔕᙍ ᓎᖴ ᙎᓎᘉᗫᙍᖇᔕ on Sept 1, 2016 16:01:29 GMT -5
“What a raily mornin’, ain’t it, Polten?”
“Shut da hell up, Rert’.”
Two men looked from their respective desks out of an open desert, where just one railroad went through and ended abruptly just a few meters outside of the settlement the office was located at.
One was the usual Hyrenese man, with black hair, brown eyes and a dark look on his face with a skin of a seaman. He sneered at the railroad outside once in a while, but not the railroad in particular. The other, Camvonian man, with a continuously pale skin, brown hair and sleek, blue eyes, looked rather amused at the Hyrenese, who was called Rert’ apparently.
“Aw, Come o’er it, y’pilg.” Mused Polten as he continued to write the report to the offices in Kelazos. “The folks ‘ere said it, ya can’t get a railroad through ‘ere and we should ‘ave listened.”
Rert’ glanced at the rather pilgrimish, coastler as the people that come from the cities are called here. He even had adapted to their retardation of the Hyrenese language.
“I can’t get over something like that!” He pointed at the abruptly ending railroad, with a slight twitch in his eyes. “How should I get over something I can’t even comprehend at this very moment? How can you?!” He adjusted his feathered tri-cornered hat and looked with wide eyes at his rather laid-back partner
The Camvonian, that was laid-back and laid-back in his chair, as he stopped to write for a moment, glanced at his fellow bureaucrat that was rather too moralistic to be one. “’Cause them things are in that there to ‘appen, ya know? Ain’t livin’ in a normal world, are we now, ya ol’pilg.”
“First, stop calling me pilg, you degenerate moron and second, no they aren’t. . . . and shouldn’t!” Replied the irritated Rert’ and glanced at his paperwork, that was still not worked on. Something so inhumane . . . and we are talking so carelessly about it! Those poor workers. . .”
“Ye, but ya know what would be the meanin’ of that?” mused Polten as he finished the seventy-sixth formula of his paperwork.
“What, Polten?” Sighed the Hyrenese under his breath.
“More workers and misleading job offerings!” said the Camvonian with a smile, while marking another letter to the, now, widows of the workers with the seal of the government.
The Hyrenese looked in disbelief at the Camvonian. “. . . And people say we are the heartless capitalists. . .” He went with one hand through his hair under his hat, looking with a bit of regret and anxiety at the railroad before turning back to the paperwork, until one question came from the Camvonian.
“Say, what actually happened?”
