Dimension Of Perfection (And Its Flaws)

Chapter - 19 - Liars & Hypocrites (A Fun Fact About Fabricating Society)

A few wandering citizens begin spontaneously clapping to the presenter's statement, as we turn into a runway in the plaza.

A free path goes off again to the right ahead of us, so I already begin to assume that's one of the ways we're headed.

Not like I have a map anyway.

Further past that path is the booth where the parade presenter is sitting, along with their female commentator partner. "That's right Tristan, I'll bet we've all been begging for these blessed celebration days to be sunny and blue, so it seems our leader has gifted us with such a lovely turnout!"

Tristan, who sits on the left, seems to be an older man, at maximum fifty-five years old and growing rough with age. His skin is an orange tan colour, and his razor sharp jawline carves through the air, looking like a more normal version of Don Doubtworthy's chin.

I really can't get him out of my head, can I?

His eyes are a fierce blue colour, while his nose is blocky and square, leading down to a glistening smile of blindingly white teeth.

His remaining hair lays in a comb over on his balding head, trying in vain to conceal the embarrassing sight. He wears a white and unsurprisingly light blue suit with a polka dot tie.

Whoever sits next to him seems to be a lady in a similar outfit, sporting bigger and bulkier shoulder pads that make her look like a pickaxe.

Her skin is rosy but pale, her lips are ocean blue and her eyes are weirdly realistic for a creature from the Imagisphere, being sharp oval shapes instead of just circles. Her irises are also blue like Tristan.

Come to think of it, I don't think I've seen anyone up here without blue eyes.

I'll bet that's another stupid rule, just like the apparent law that just says 'no fun allowed'. My mind seethes with anger as I remember the alcohol thing too.

The woman presenter is completed by a poof of blonde curly hair that sticks up in a giant triangle above her head, which is not something I would personally try, since I have no hair.

They both sit at a table in a covered booth with a few computer screens in front of them, and most likely a whole bunch of ridiculous sound effects at their fingertips.

They better have locked their door, or else I won't be able to control myself from storming in and creating a symphony of low-quality cartoon noises.

"Hey Dora? Do you think we tell 'em about our secret surprise?" Tristan gestures towards who I now recognise as Dora, leaning over and comically whispering like he hasn't got a microphone inches away from his face.

"I think we do Tristan! Get excited, because we've just got news that the hundred and fifty fourth battalion has returned from their campaign on Carnivalia, to march in our celebrations today and tomorrow!!"

"Yes ma'am! You heard it here first folks! AniaN brings us yet another miracle! I'm sure we'll see them on the road, flying our colours and celebrating along with the whole world!" Tristan cheers, as an uproar comes from a part of the crowd.

I scoff to myself as he finishes his sentence. All this talk about the Supreme Leader being so magnificent is beginning to really get on my nerves.

He's probably just a guy at the end of the day, who can't tell which pair of underpants on his floor are clean and will inevitably wear the wrong ones.

As the presenters start to talk about something else, I begin wondering what this battalion that's returning from Carnivalia is all about. I haven't thought much about Carnivalia lately, what with it being a travelling planet that only decides to show itself every couple of months.