Well, the past few weeks I've thinking about FF IX (Loved it as a child and still do, while considering it the best of what it means to be a Final Fantasy game) a lot and I blame it on my cruel and harsh muse of a mistress but I digress... >_> <_<
Anyways, my question to you guys is the same as the poll question. Which of the two would you be more willing to read along with as they're included in the FF IX 'verse?
Personally, I'm leaning more on the WWII Russian Soldier due to wondering how a Communist 'bred' soldier would deal with nobility and monarchies around him.
Feel free to suggest things, though.
PS: This will be my general "I need opinions/thoughts" since I don't want to clutter the place with threads of the same cloth.
Edit: Question to mods/admins. Would you be able to change the poll with the new idea/choices if I politely ask for it? (It's been literally years since I've used proboards <.<)
I'd need to know more about these two options and what you're hitting at with them to make a choice. If the russian one is a communist having to deal with monarchs and nobility, what would the US soldier be?
Wanted: Meepy the Meeping Mew Reward: 1 million gil. Dead or alive. Warning! Mark is incredibly dangerous! Do not be fooled by his cute appearance!
I'd need to know more about these two options and what you're hitting at with them to make a choice. If the Russian one is a communist having to deal with monarchs and nobility, what would the US soldier be?
The Russian one isn't solely having to deal with the monarchs and nobility of the FF IX 'verse. From what my muse and imagination's "envisioned" putting the communist is either two years or a year before the game's events, expanding a certain being's mythology and presence while at the same time writing how a communist's presence would realistically alter things around Gaia. Be it socio-political to different receptions and events when the game's plot arrives.
Now, as for the US Confederate soldier. I've envisioned putting him in Alexandria a few months (two or three months at best) before the game's events start. While the game's plot by itself probably won't be affected that much, his presence will still ripple and change things. As to what else will happen, now that's something that will stay under wraps until this or the Russian story is written and posted for all your viewing pleasure.
Well, the past few days I've been writing about the Russian soldier version. So I thought why not give the guys/gals of RoER a little something-something to chew on as I keep writing :3
The Sun shone down harshly into the lands, small wisps of breezes kicked up sand and loose dirt into the air as the grassy land slowly gave way to the vast Vube Desert.
Patches of grass became scarcer and scarcer, which left only a few 'islands' of patches of grass with an unnatural crater with scorched sand marks in between them. The crater was surrounded and had within various pieces of debris, which consisted of broken masonry and metal wreckage. In the middle of the debris inside the crater rested the unconscious form of a man.
The man wore a ripped, greenish shirt tunic which was unbuttoned and opened haphazardly, the tunic's front flaps laid against the man's sides. His white undershirt was stained with dirt, blood and some which showed bandages that still held together. His dark green pants were also ripped, with similar cuts like his shirt but with additional burns, with the hems of the unconscious male's pants slightly scorched black.
A slightly loose cap rested on top of the man's head, made of dense grey fur with ear flaps that were sprawled on the man's ears, strands of brown hair moved with the gentle breezes his face as a metal red star glinted from the sunlight in the center of the fur cap, a yellow hammer and sickle overlapped each other in the middle of the red star.
Bleary grey eyes opened and immediately closed because of the light's harsh glare, the man groaned both from the dull pain to his sides and the harsh glare that his eyes took in.
He blinked his eyes rapidly, so they could adjust to the light and not have another repeat of earlier, and slowly raised his upper body from the apparent loose and fine ground, something that perplexed him.
Eyes gazed upon the land outstretched before him, his head swiveled from left to right as his thoughts raced at a fast pace before he shook his head. It wouldn't do him any good to dwell on the situation for the moment, he reasoned as his various wounds and shelter were a bigger priority.
He rubbed his sides gently for a few seconds before he fixed the cap, its hold tightened around his head as he looked for his weapon. A soft smile graced his dirt-stained face, the sight of the polished wood grain of a maple tree and gunmetal grey steel that made up his Pistolet-Pulemyot Shpagina 41; or PPSh-41 as they shortened it, brought a sense of relief within his being. Fingers grasped the smooth wood stock before he slowly lifted himself off the desert sand, a bigger smile made its way on his face as he saw that most of his gear was on his being, as well as the necessary ammunition for both his PPSh-41 and Tokareva TT-33 Pistol.
More at peace, he gently touched the holster that was firmly secured on his leather belt, his TT-33 Pistol carried safely within. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he checked, double and triple-checked his gear, a desire to evade being caught with the proverbial 'pants down' ranked highly on his priorities.
With his pouches, holsters and leather covered binoculars firmly secured, the soldier calmly walked towards the edges of the shallow crater. His boot crunched on the scorched sand, the sand sifted underneath his boot being pushed down and to the sides of the boot's soles. With a simple push downwards, he was now out of the shallow crater, inside the 'proper' vast desert that stretched for miles at best behind him and with another step was on his towards the vast green plains.
Back at the shallow crater, a few moments after the soldier left and well out of earshot, a large bulge started to rise from the middle of the crater. Behind the bulge, a dark tan colored point appeared from under the sand, it enlarged and widened as it came out of the sand. The point slowly became a stinger fashioned in the shape of a long needle, light tan segments of chitin-based exoskeleton that dimly reflected the sunlight rose from the sand as it followed the rise of the stinger.
It curved forward, the stinger poised over the large bulge as it rose to the point where the sand sifted off the bulge and quickly revealed two prominent mounds of exoskeleton with a small valley in between them. Ruby eyes that did not flinch under the sun's harsh rays kept an unmovable gaze at the soldier's back in the distance, its long eight legs slowly propelled it forward as it followed the man, ruby eyes held the soldier in its vision as a drop of liquid fell from the stinger and into the sand.
Whoever guesses the monster first and correctly gets a reward to be sent through PM! The runner-ups get a virtual cookie of their choosing. :3
For correctly guessing the monster, Freyarule gets to have a character of her making into the story (Can have any profession, including a Burmecian Dragoon if she wants to) who'll be a companion to the Russian in his travels/adventures on Gaia.
And to the runner-up!
*hands M&M&M a rare golden chocolate chip cookie from the legendary city of golden chocolate chips*