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star_ocean_fanFirst of all, I will admit that the following character isn't someone I'm extremely fond of, and I wish I didn't need to rely on her in certain battles. That being said, this really isn't an attempt at character bashing on my part. It's actually a long look at the events that led up to Edge's decision (mentioned in yesterday's entry) and how Milla Bachtein was able to manipulate him so easily.
Now the whole idea of the alternate Earth's destruction is to get Edge to play the biggest part in all of Star Ocean history - the drafting and enacting of the UP3 at the right point. However, as much as it needed to happen, it couldn't have happened without the proper ammunition on Milla Bachtein's part. Cue in Reimi Saionji.
You see, Reimi is a shining example of how intelligent SRF officers are. And I'm not saying that to be snide. In order for her to be where she's at for her age (19), she's got to be an extremely intelligent girl. She's also got to be a competent archer, or she'd be flat-out useless in battle. (Annoying doesn't count.) Her intelligence, though, doesn't prepare her for some of the situations she encounters. Aside from how she behaves at the end of the final battle with Satanail, the unseen events with her on the alternate Earth are the best examples of her emotional immaturity.
Now some of you might ask me why I would say such a thing. After all, we don't get to see what happens to Reimi after she's captured by the military. This is true, for the most part, but the biggest clue about what happens comes from Milla herself. She knows Edge and his crew are from the future. She got that information from Reimi. How? Because Reimi couldn't keep calm in an intense situation. Yes, she was captured, but she should have known enough to remain calm enough so those who captured her wouldn't resort to drugging her and obtaining vital information about Edge and the future of the Earth. Even if such situations weren't taken into consideration by the SRF, I'm sure Reimi's heard enough war stories from those who survived WWIII to know that, when captured by an enemy force, you remain calm and the only information you give is your name, rank, and social security number.
I can't lay all of the blame on Reimi for how she behaved in that situation. As much as I'd like to, I know that I can't. To me, it seems very foolish that the higher-ups in the SRF organization knew about the Eldarians but didn't take into account other alien races that could be out exploring space. One would think that someone who knows about the Eldarians would take into consideration that there might be other alien races out there, races that might not be friendly to anyone but their own kind. Yes, the SRF isn't a military exploration. It's more science and space exploration, but they're still armed with rail guns. Why arm them for potential danger but not train them for being captured by a potential hostile alien race? To me, that doesn't make much sense to train for a potentially hostile terrain but not hostile enemies. I get that it's a game and in the realm of science-fiction and fantasy, but some things about it just irk me. :)
It might sound like I don't love the game of The Last Hope. That's actually not true. I do love TLH very much, so much so, I've started four play-throughs and have defeated it twice. The second time I defeated Satanail wasn't quite as awesome as the first time - first time Edge was the only one left standing. Arumat, Reimi, and Sarah had just died when Edge delivered the final blow so I didn't get a chance to revive anyone or pull someone else from the reserves. That was so awesome - but a second game with another defeat won't be as awesome or thrilling as the first time a game is beaten (or as spectacular as the hero getting in the final blow unexpectedly).
Next entry looks to be solely fanfic-related. As I said before, the first chaptered piece will be Destinies Intertwined by Fate, which is still in progress in terms of writing. When it comes to posting that story, that will be all for the day. Destinies Intertwined by Fate was something I'd started a few years ago for National Novel Writing Month, and the first chapter is quite long. My goal with it is to have at least five different PoVs for each chapter with about twenty chapters as well as a prologue and epilogue. So if you see just that, don't panic. I'll be coming up with conversation topics, scouring dA for cosplay and merchandise photos as well as getting my currently puny merchandise gathered up for photos, and going over the finer points of Star Ocean: Till the End of Time and Star Ocean: The Last Hope International for the PS3 for review. Also, don't be surprised if something ends up age restricted . . . there are certain things I like to write or that call out to me to be written and I do it. Some of what I write isn't suitable for those under the age of 18. At least, by law, they're not suitable.
Also, I'm planning something for Valentine's Day. :) Just got to get a few things together and cleaned up.
Fanfic: Emerald Eyes
World: Till the End of Time
Characters: Fayt Leingod, Luther Lansfeld
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Ocean: Till the End of Time nor the characters of Fayt Leingod and Luther Lansfeld. They are property to Square Enix and Tri-Ace. I do not profit financially from writing this story.
Summary: The fight begins.
Blood and red rose petals.
They created an interesting combination, Luther mused, as he watched them swirl together in a gentle tornado. They looked as they were one in the same, the blood little droplets behind the petals of the roses. It was poetic, watching them as they whirled together. Silver and sapphire flashed in his field of vision, and the blond-haired man focused.
Across from him stood a young man of nineteen years, deep blue hair waving as the wind tugged at him. Bands of solid silver clasped his opponent's wrists, and a silver chain wrapped around the young man's head, weaving through sapphire-hued locks. A crystal raindrop rested in the center of his opponent's forehead. Gold rope hung about the youth's slender waist while white, crepon sheer material with sapphire trim clung to his body. The fabric had been cut into loose-fitting pants with the golden rope acting as a belt. Also, the sheer crepon wrapped around his opponent's torso, revealing just enough flesh to spike the imagination. A sword with a silver hilt was in front of the youth, stabbed into the ground. Pale fingers bound in crushed diamonds and silver grasped the blade, ready to strike.
Green eyes locked with his in the next moment, and Luther shivered. He saw an oncoming storm in those emerald depths, a storm of fire and lightning and hurricane-like winds. Anyone caught in the storm would not come out unscathed. Too much fire lived within the younger man, too much fire and too much ice.
His opponent stood straight, his gaze never wavering from Luther's blue stare. The wind around them whipped at the young man's flimsy-appearing clothing, tugging and trying to reveal the discreetly covered portions of anatomy.
Luther licked his lips in anticipation. The battle promised to be a fierce one, a challenge for the blond, and he could not wait for it to begin. The victor would be assured something most valuable from the defeated, a night of sweet ecstasy. He called his spear forth, keeping his eyes locked with his rival. Without saying a word, he summoned his own wind, fire drops and white rose petals mingling with the blood and the red rose petals. They were perfectly balanced, Luther and the young man, the opposite ends of the spectrum. Light and darkness, creation and destruction. The devil and his angel, God and his disciple. Luther smiled as he addressed the one before him.
"Welcome, Fayt Leingod. I have been expecting you."
With tomorrow being Valentine's Day, it will all be dedicated to pairings, relationships, and all of that gushy-gushy and mushy-mushy romance stuff. :)
