The Twilight Mexican
Ex-SeeD-ingly good
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- TresDias
And well, I just figured Essai adn Sebastian were just shitty 1st class members, since SOLDIER was probably hurting for man power and thus promoted them to 1st recently. But alas, I was wrong and they're not, so![]()
No, you were right. This is just another case of SE failing to keep details straight that the fans easily can.
Hmm. "Case of"?
I'm feeling inspired. I have the first chapter ready for Nojima when he begins writing "On the Way to a Brick Shit: Case of Nomura":
Nojima should have said:"Wash it all away. My past. Our past. And why not me too?" Those were Nomura's thoughts as he watched SE headquarters disappear an inch at a time -- absorbed into the Void.
The incalculable weight of all the contradictions that had been produced there lately had finally caught up with them. The space-time continuum could no longer handle the immense gravity produced by such an abuse of continuity -- of reality. Its density threatened to drag all existence into its vicious maw.
The very air itself surrounding those once proud halls had tore asunder, depositing the facility on the Interdimensional Rift's fast track to the Void. Enuo himself could not save it now.
"At least the world will be safe now," Nomura thought. "All of Tokyo may pass the threshold of the event horizon before the sinkhole collapses on itself, but ...."
He paused.
All of Tokyo? Had it really come to this? How? How did this happen?
Turning his back on the rapidly melting area, Nomura began making his way in the opposite direction -- not so much with a deliberate destination in mind as with a simple desire to get his thoughts away from the crisis he had played a role in triggering.
"How did it come to this?" he asked, directing the question at no one in particular. Had they even heard him, the hysterical civilians fleeing around him would have payed him no mind.
"Why is this ...?" He couldn't finish the question. Something like this was never supposed to happen.
He had set out with the best of intentions. When he agreed to helm the project that would become "Advent Children," he merely wanted to help out his coworkers and provide direction as they discovered the new heights to which they could take CG in the Final Fantasy series.
No ... that wasn't entirely true. There had been another reason. "I wanted to make a CG movie with more action." He couldn't deny the truth to himself. Not now. Not with these consequences.
But had that been so wrong? He knew a few continuity sacrifices would be necessary for the sake of progress, but that it could lead to this never occurred to him in his wildest dreams. "I just wanted to do something that would look cool!" he suddenly shouted, slamming his arms against the side of an adjacent building and hanging his head.
Had any of his colleagues been present, they would have reminded him that it wasn't really his fault. "Advent Children," after all, had been one of the better projects to come out the Compilation. It may not have been particularly friendly to those not yet acquainted with FFVII, but it was a great "reunion" for the fans.
Not the least of which because it actually remained consistent with the original work that had started it all. That another would choose to congest the road he'd paved never occurred to Nomura at the time.
Yes, had his colleagues not themselves been rushing to flee the core of the crisis they had all played a role in unleashing, they would have reminded Nomura of this.
As things stood, however, he could only blame himself. "I'm going to live," he mumbled incoherently. "I'll never be forgiven unless I do."
Turning his gaze to the encroaching Void, his thoughts once more turned to the start of all this.
He'd been sitting in the company lounge, watching "My Own Private Idaho," a film starring River Phoenix -- Nomura's visual inspiration for Squall Leonhart of "Final Fantasy VIII." Suddenly, Kitase entered the room with a notebook in his hand.
"This is our project," he said, raising the notebook. "What do you think?" He tossed the notebook onto the table in front of the now-puzzled Nomura. That was the day it started.
"That was the day I opened Pandora's Box," Nomura mumbled in the present. Had his guilt not been robbing him of his reason at that moment, Nomura would have remembered a different day, not long after. A day that Kitase walked into a meeting with a frightening gleam in his eye.
Had he been of his right mind, Nomura would have remembered. He would have recalled the figure he briefly thought he saw reflected in his mentor's eyes that day. A figure that belonged to no one in the room, but that was not one unknown to him.
Most of all, he would have remembered those chilling words that were the start of all their troubles: "I've got a great idea."
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