Oh, welcome.
The people of this canyon hate to compete. So almost everything here are replicas.
But that's all right. Some of them you can really use.
Elder Hargo
Where did I put it...? I know it's around here...
As for Nibelheim, when the truck is attacked Sephiroth says that this must be the monster
Seto gave his life because he was in the secret cave, while everyone else was battling the rest of the Gi at the front.
So on one hand we have a medical professional who is the sole doctor on an entire island. Then on the other hand we have an old age historian with a love of all things hemp.
Ok let's talk mental prowess, a doctor has to train for several years before they become qualified. This requires dedication and intellect. On the contrast however we have elder hargo who holds no notable degree but has a keen passion for the past and maybe a slight fetish for hemp.
Elder hargo may in fact be more.knowledgeable regarding the terrain in the city of the ancients but it's far more like being thrown into that situation would be more of a hindrance to him as he would be far too busy paying attention to every little detail around him to pick on the true danger creeping up on him from the shadows.
What front? There is no mention of any front in the OG. However, it is repeatedly stated that Seto fought the Gi alone.
So on one hand we have a medical professional who is the sole doctor on an entire island.
Is it bad that I can see a point no one has brought up yet?
I'm not spectating this in an offical capacity, but this has been a lot of fun to read...
Elder Hargo sits cross-legged by the fish, staring up at his opponent through the translucent green tendrils of the hypnotically swaying anemone. The doctor appears slightly younger, perhaps even more agile, and looks down on the Elder with a smug turn of his lips underneath his moustache.
Elder Hargo is unsettlingly calm. The Doctor takes a tentative step, but stops when Elder Hargo closes his eyes.
Harnessing the spirits that loom over the Forgotten City, Elder Hargo begins to chant, his age-ripened voice hoarse but speaking with an uncannily even cadence:
"An Ode To Seto
They hear you cry on the dark side of the moon
Awooooo, awooooo
The sky, she cries
Tears cold as your stone eyes
Spikes
Symbols of your sacrifice
Your son, left behind
He loved pork rinds
Champion of our sacred canyon
Sharp and bitey, a divine onion
The Gi unmatched to your strength
Grant me your spirit's power to the tenth"
The earth begins to shake, a rattling sound echoing throughout the hollow spiral. The Doctor braces himself against a wall as he is almost knocked off-balance by the tremors. Elder Hargo, imbued by the spirit of his own strength that lay dormant within him as well as the fighting spirit of Seto, begins to glow a mysterious blue light, illuminating himself as well as the fish before him. Elder Hargo, under the secrets that the lifelong tutelage of Bugenhagen has taught him, begins to hover in his sitting position, the blue light glowing brighter by the second.
It soon becomes too bright to look into directly, and The Doctor shields his eyes from the light. The air is growing cold, an icy wind gusting inside, its power exacerbated by the hollow spiral. The Doctor is shivering as he falls to his knees and his body folds unto itself, attempting to resist the pandemonium of elements clamouring around him.
Elder Hargo, still in his sitting position, hovers with placid composure in his place at the base of the room. He closes his eyes once more, and the room is suddenly engulfed by a final flurry of icy cold and a burst of white light!
...
The air settles, the icy sensation dissipating, and The Doctor wrenches open his eyelids, white spots still lingering in his eyesight. His eyes readjust... to reveal that the room has been tinted orange.
"Feeling comfortable?"
Though nowhere to be seen, the even cadence of Elder Hargo's age-ripened voice floats through the atmosphere, but his voice is muffled... Drowned out by womb-like white noise.
Swish, swish, swish.
Translucent green tendrils sway hypnotically before his very eyes, and The Doctor fearfully realises where he is, suddenly finding himself unable to move.
The doctor looks at the elder in astonishment before raising his sonic screwdriver to the air and summoning a great blue box from apparently nowhere. The box travels through time and space before eventually appearing above the elders head. Gravity hits and the elder is squashed into a pile of goop by the TARDIS.
"Ah, there you are," said the Doctor, making his way up the spiral path, bag in hand. "Sorry I'm late. I had a difficult case on my hands."
"Never mind, never mind." Elder Hargo looked around. "Oh, pretty fish. Are we in an aquarium?"
"Apparently this is the lost City of the Ancients. We've gathered to do battle."
"Ah, you don't say. How exciting. Are you a warrior?"
"I'm a doctor, and I'd like to get a move on. I have a house call booked at six."
"I used to know a doctor," said Elder Hargo dreamily. "His name was Gast. Doesn't that sound a bit like ghost? He came to Cosmo Canyon to study planet life. He was interested in the Ancients. Are you interested in the Ancients?"
"Not particularly."
"I collect legends of the Ancients. I study their ways."
"Then you must be fascinated to be here."
"Why, where are we? Oh, look, a fish. Are we in an aquarium?"
"Yes," said the doctor, opening his bag.
"I visited an aquarium once. No, not an aquarium. I went to the sea-side. You can see star fish in the rock pools, did you know that?"
"Really?" said the doctor, pulling the wrapper off a sterile hypodermic and affixing it to a syringe.
"Must we fight?" asked the old man querously. "I don't like fighting. I don't know how to fight. Even when I was a lad I didn't enjoy the roughhousing. I like to sit around the Candle, counting the stars and telling stories."
"And you soon will again," said the doctor, as he drew fluid into the syringe from a small glass vial.
"I hope that's homeopathic," said Elder Hargo. "My body is a temple."
"Tell me about the Ancients." The doctor peered over his glasses to check the dose.
"They wandered the Planet, cultivating life to enhance the lifestream. They were constantly on the move to wherever they were needed. It was a meaningful existence, but a tiring one. When they died, they became one with the Planet, and at last they were allowed to rest."
"And now it's time for you to rest, my friend," said the doctor gently, as he slid the needle under Hargo's skin with such skill that Hargo didn't even feel the pinch. He injected just enough nembutal into the old man's veins to ensure he would remain unconscious for at least twelve hours. Elder Hargo's eyes began to flutter. The doctor helped him to a bed and made him comfortable. Within moments, Hargo was fast asleep, dreaming of stars and starfish.