The Grandfather of the Reunion

Prologue 1-2

Call from a friend

Starting first memory playback with: Memory from certain day

[The day starts off with Hosea having a drink of coffee outside a café, not fearing the fact it would strengthen his diarrhoea he got from that bad can of SPAM. For now, he's just watching some protest about the animal people taking their jobs at a nearby mall.]

[Hosea, being retired, was amused by this, especially when they tried to stop the workers themselves from getting in...to their jobs. These guys blame everyone, except for themselves about their lack of efficiency.]

[A demon barista approached Hosea to ask him if-]

Barista: "Do you need anything, sir?"

Hosea: "Not at the moment, thank you."

Barista: "Understood. But...loitering costs-"

Hosea: *He pulls out a five dollar bill from his pocket.* "It's not the first time I came here, sweetie. I'm aware of the bill."

Barista: *Awkwardly takes his money* "Oh...well...alright then. Enjoy your day, sir."

Hosea: "Yours too."

[After she walked away, awkwardly, and Hosea continued watching the chaos unfold at the mall, his phone rang. Thanks to the fact the Coils also act as radio transmitters, he's got a signal, despite the fact that everywhere outside of New Seattle is a desolate catastrophe ridden wasteland. The caller was his best friend, AJ.]

AJ: "Hosea? Hey, it's me! AJ! How are ya?"

Hosea: "AJ! A few days after I found my journal, you finally showed up. Er, called. How are you? I heard you're in... Ursus, or whatever."

AJ: "Yep, no luck finding a job for a former secretary like me. I did found, well...a few shady individuals who are willing to take use of my skills. By this point, I've ran out of choices. I'm gonna start my first day, like, tomorrow." *He coughs and breathes deeply before making a new sentence.* "Damn, hanging with these people is making my throat hurt."

Hosea: "Hey, um, AJ, you should really be careful. I heard there's a rock plague going on. I don't really understand it, but just stay away from those rocks."

AJ: "Yeah, I heard about Oripathy. Never knew something mundane like this can do something drastic like out from a mythology book, or...or in a video game."

Hosea: "What's your job by the way?" *He says as he sips his coffee.*

AJ: "That's classified, my boss said not to say what it is, but I got a job! Finally! Just called to check up on you, man. We're the last of the Outcasts, we gotta stick together."

Hosea: "I know, Slick. I miss those guys, you know?"

AJ: "Me too, Barky."

Hosea: "I hated that nickname, you know?"

AJ: "Hey, it's culture! *He changes the subject after cackling.* "So how's life in New Seattle? I'm surprised the United States is still alive."

Hosea: "More like 'United Cities'," *He discards his coffee cup and walks off, leaving a five dollar tip on the table before walking home. He continues.* "the states are gone, AJ. They're just clinging on to a rocky ledge without hiking gear. Now, to answer your question," *He then briefly said 'Excuse me' when an angel accidentally bumps his shoulder. He passed by her holo wings.* New Seattle is fine like a steampunk machine. It's no longer big and grand like the old one."

AJ: "Since when is Seattle ever grand?"

Hosea: "Got me there. There're these protests about-"

AJ: "Infected and Oripathy?"