Show Posts

This section allows you to view all posts made by this member. Note that you can only see posts made in areas you currently have access to.

Messages - Danko Kaji

Pages: 1 2 [3] 4 5
Chapter 2
Tentative Title: Of Yevon's Curse
part two of two

Their long-awaited trip back to shore reached port eventually, lit by powerful electric lamps that helped guide the Aurochs Ace to moor, and they unloaded the freight of wooden crates overflowing with fresh fish. Blitzball players and fishermen alike worked together to deposit the catch into tight-woven, rope bags, and the ones who held them out to receive the load proceeded to sling them over their shoulders once full.

When nobody spared him a second glance, Tidus frowned. “What about me? You’re not gonna give me anything to take back to the village?”

“Sorry,” a fisherman said, “Today wasn’t a good day…” The man, who looked to be forty years old from his low voice and facial hair, paused in the middle of his task to stare at him. He stood at an impressive height, exemplifying his strong stature while sporting quite the unique, handsome mustache. His skin looked so pale, he couldn’t possibly be an islander from this side of the world with that kind of complexion, Tidus mused. ‘Unless you’re Lulu, that is.’

“My name’s Tidus. Nice to meet you.”

“Bria,” he said, before handing him a trident. “Carry it for me, would you?”

Fumbling to keep a steady grip on this elongated, heavy weapon Bria decided to drop into his hands without warning, Tidus straightened himself, holding it tip up for inspection. “You fish with this?”

Bria shook his head, amused by his awe. “No. I fish with a net. That is to protect myself.”

“Oh.” His curiosity deflated to make way for embarrassment. “Against monsters?”

He chose not to answer. “Do you have a moment, Wakka?”

His brisk dismissal stung, leaving him alone to ponder the state of his questions. ‘Did I ask a stupid question? What’s with him?’ He watched them drift away from everybody else, reassuring the others to proceed just so the two men could have a private conversation. Although Tidus couldn’t hear anything, he managed to determine the serious atmosphere from Wakka’s grim expression. Just afterwards, Tidus noticed the Aurochs discuss how to cook the fish, before returning to the village, thus leaving him behind with Bria.

Under the moonlight, the ocean’s calm waters glowed in the blue night. Gelatinous, translucent creatures began crossing the beach without having to worry about their human predators, migrating to disappear into the foliage of trees. Monsters still roamed the earth despite the Eternal Calm. Could he still fight them? Did he even have the strength to defeat them anymore? ‘Or have I become a shadow of my past self, just like how a simple blitzball game proved to me?’

“I had forgotten…”

Those distant words echoed his thoughts, reminding him of the other occupant in this beach. Bria stared at the blitzball that rested beside his feet, and Tidus smiled, glad to have found something that could break the ice. “Hey! Throw me a pass!”

Tidus frowned when the man chose to ignore him again, preferring to stare at the innocent object in deep thought instead. His smile dropped, and he scratched his head for a lack of better things to say. He watched Bria’s long, wavy hair sway in the salty, night breeze, revealing his face at long last, and upon taking a closer inspection, realized that Bria looked a lot younger than Tidus had thought. His mustache gave him the illusion of age, but his most striking feature were his eyes; a faded blue, like two polished pieces of glass weathered by the sea.

Bria finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence. “Your eyes…”

“Mine?” He frowned, self-conscious. Eager for a distraction, any excuse to move closer to him so he could actually hear him, Tidus dug the trident upright into the sand and rushed for the ball.

“Your eyes have contemplated too long the distance.”

That cryptic statement couldn’t have been a trick of the wind, so Tidus looked to him for elaboration, yet Bria became silent again.

“Uh, come again?”

Tidus hit the ball, throwing it above his head, so he could catch it in his right hand, before rolling it onto his left hand in a single, fluid motion. Juggling it on his knee, then his head, and then his shoulders -- a sequence deeply ingrained in his muscle memory -- it never failed to soothe his nerves.

Since his strange, new companion liked to play the silent game, Tidus decided to change tactics. “I didn’t see you here two years ago. Do you live here now?”

“Yes. I came to live near the High Summoner.”

“Huh. I see.” ‘Like everybody else in Spira,’ he didn’t say.

“I take care of the temple under the monks’ authority. A month ago, I transferred here from Bevelle. Did you hear about the members within New Yevon?”

If he meant by how they couldn’t do Jack squat without their leader for more than a day, then yeah. He knew how hopeless they could be, all those older people who retreated into New Yevon for something slower and safer than the hotheaded, impatient Youth League. He didn’t like New Yevon, just because of its terrible namesake -- and everything else about them, really. “Yes.”

“A bloody bunch of chickens, if you ask me!”

Tidus gave him an awkward smile, startled by his passionate declaration, but deep down, he applauded him for he felt the same. “Really? So what about the Youth League? What do you think about them?”

Minus habens.”

“Meaning?” Tidus quirked an eyebrow, confused. That didn’t sound anything like Al Bhed, or those strange dialects he heard of.

“All stupid.”

“Woah! Strict!” Tidus laughed. ‘I think I’m starting to like this guy. He’s weird, but kinda funny.’ “And what about the Machine Faction?” He waited for him while focused on the ball, balancing it over his head to amuse himself.

“I saw you coming.”

“Huh? What?”

Not really sure if he heard him right, Tidus turned in direction of the ocean, letting the ball drop to the ground. Was he talking about his return, because if he was, how could he have known? Not even Tidus knew that he would would return to Spira this very day.

“At midday,” Bria said. "We heard of Yuna’s return thanks to the radio, and I followed the villagers. I saw you emerge from the ocean. How did you get here without a boat or airship?”

Tidus didn’t feel like answering this question, least of all expect to be confronted by it so soon. An ill-conceived explanation could lead to a disastrous first impression. If he got into trouble with this man, a priest linked to the Yevon Church, who knows what kind of repercussions it would have for Yuna?

“Two years ago, you came from Zanarkand.” Bria said, perceiving his hesitance. “Not from the ruined city we know, but a fast-paced version of it. Some say you came from a secret advanced city, but others… Nobody believes your story, but I am willing to trust you.”

Well, that took a load off his shoulders. Tidus sighed, smiling in relief. “Uh, thanks!”

“How did you arrive in Spira back then?”

Tidus didn't say anything at first, unsure of whether he could do a good job explaining it. After all, for all these questions Bria loved to ask, he didn’t know any of the answers himself! At least, not enough to explain much.

“According to the rumors, Sin carried you.”

“I don’t know what to tell you. Maybe it’s exactly as they say.” He tried to shrug it off, hoping to break away from this uncomfortable topic, but Bria kept persisting, much to his dismay. The one time the man wanted to talk, Tidus wished he could've stayed quiet.

“Do you think Sin could take you back to Zanarkand?”

Once again, he didn’t feel like answering this particular question. Even if he could return to the Zanarkand he knew and loved, ‘if’ being the operative word, it didn’t matter to him anymore. Yuna had defeated Sin, so of course he had no way of confirming this theory. Yet he felt certain about one thing: “The city I knew does not exist anymore. It was born from a Summoning…”

He trailed off, sobered by this bleak thought. ‘So what does that make me?’

“I would like you to tell me more about it.”

Tidus shrugged, feeling no obligation to satiate his endless plethora of questions. “Sin spread chaos and destruction across all of Spira, right? How could Zanarkand survive such a disaster anyway? It didn’t, and mine was a dream. That’s all there is to it.”

“I don’t think it really matters, then,” Bria said, surprising him with his lukewarm response. “Recently, I have begun to notice a lot of signs… I think I’ll be able to solve this mystery that has kept me busy for a long time very soon.”

This peaked his interest. “What mystery are you talking about?”

“The greatest of all.” He laughed.

Tidus lost his temper. “Are you making fun of me? What d’you want, anyway? Did you really transfer here from Bevelle, or did you come here to live near Yuna? What are you trying to say, that you’ve got some ulterior motive for being here?”

Unaffected by his tirade of angry questions, Bria put a damper on his humor. “I beg your pardon if I have hurt you. Please, don’t misunderstand. My life’s a bit too complicated for mere words to sum up. Humans try to introduce causal relationships, but the truth is that, these links, we invent them a posteriori.”

Using his fancy words again provoked Tidus into further frustration. “I hate these weird words you speak in! Why don’t you ever say what you mean? At least say it in a way I can understand.” He regretted it the moment he said it, because Bria said goodnight and departed. “Sorry…” To his utter astonishment, the fisherman turned around to wave at him; that’s when Tidus knew, without a doubt, that Bria had heard him.

Tidus realized that to deny this man his right to keep his life private, he denied Auron as well, to whom he owed practically everything. Bria’s right: the lives of some people were too complex to be summed up in a couple of easy sentences. And when such a person wanted to hand down the fruit of their experiences, it sometimes might manifest or express itself like him; a quiet and reserved, yet wise and cynical man.

‘Will I find myself in the same situation, too, someday?’

Staying behind at the beach, Tidus wanted some alone time to think. He climbed onto the pontoon and lied down on top of it, turning his face in direction of the violet, blue sky. Oppressive-looking, grey clouds were beginning to roll in, concealing the stars. The wind picked up all of a sudden, causing the water to lap against the pillars of the pier, all of which painted the foreboding image of an incoming storm.

Once the Aurochs drop off the fish at the village, the banquet would begin (if it hadn’t already), and Tidus would lose his chance to talk to Yuna. Could this be his punishment or just a bad day? Did someone or an invisible, outside force prevent him from seeing her? If Tidus decided to run back and meet her, no matter if anyone stood in his way with some flimsy excuse, Tidus wouldn’t care. He’d brush aside those annoying old crones and old-fashioned geezers and just talk to her without worrying what they had to say. It’d be so nice…

“Humans try to introduce causal relationships, but the truth is that, these links, we invent them a posteriori.”

Ruminating upon Bria’s earlier cryptic line, Tidus let out a cry of frustration before kicking the boards of the pontoon. He hated it, because he started to understand what he meant. A dull sound reverberated, but another sound, a more high-pitched, metallic note, echoed in the air, startling him. Tidus jumped to his feet, looking around.

Remnants of antique mechanisms remained throughout the island, jutting from various locations in plain sight such as rock cliffs and leaf-ridden plateaus. Tidus doubted anyone alive knew of their original designs. Some of these ruins stood erect near the cove like chimneys, their fine orange paint faded by age. He spotted a large seagull perched atop one of them beside the ocean, pecking at something held between its webbed feet.


Tidus lied back down once he felt reassured. His mind drifted to the Gullwings, since the bird reminded him of them. Yuna had spent a good three to six months with this group, maybe even longer, he didn’t know; a group comprised of young Al Bhed people and a lone female warrior of unknown origins, who looked like nice people that treated Yuna well. To think life had continued despite his absence, and that his friends -- yes, even Yuna -- had fun in the interim, made him feel like a stranger in the loop. He imagined the smile of his Summoner, the colorful, bold clothes which spoke of her newfound independence; no longer this shy, seventeen year old girl who felt oppressed by her own impossible ordeals and responsibilities, but a young woman who had blossomed without him.

And he still remained the same, stuck at the same spot; a seventeen-year-old boy.

Tidus sighed. Would he have preferred to learn Yuna had agonized over his absence? Two years ago, in the face of his imminent fate, he wanted the exact opposite -- he wanted for her to live, to be happy, even if that meant he had to give up the chance to share that with her. He wanted Yuna to move from this stupid cycle of death and despair and ‘eternal’ suffering. Now, if someone had asked him the same question, he might have given them a selfish answer, and he hated himself for it.

Too anxious to sit still, he started shaking the wooden boards of the pontoon.


Nightfall settled around the village. With the fish cooked to a fragrant crisp and the bonfire all lit up and fueling the festive atmosphere, Yuna could not be found. Wakka would have been concerned if it weren’t for the obvious fact that the elders were missing, too. Probably with Yuna, no doubt.

He knew full well the impatience they withheld for Yuna’s eventual return. Everyone in the village older than Yuna, Wakka and Lulu included, contributed to the young woman’s growth. Orphan to the late High Summoner Braska, she had spent the better part of her childhood at the temple, surrounded by people with unshakable faith, and when she chose to follow her father’s path, it seemed like she answered the elders’ prayers. Upon defeating Sin, bringing forth the long-anticipated Calm that would last for an eternity, she exposed the truth behind Yevon’s deception, and the Church collapsed as a result.

Despite everything, the older people continued to follow Yevon’s teachings, beseeching their stubborn defiance: “Everything they taught us is not wrong.”

Although Wakka wanted to argue, because he knew exactly how they felt, he chose to bite his tongue. Everyone had the freedom to believe whatever they wanted now. Yet the elders showed very little tolerance for other opinions. In their eyes, the youth were mistaken about the Golden Age, taking for granted their newfound freedom by having fun and thinking very little about the consequences. Since for as long as he could remember, the village worked together like a family, and now the generation gap that began to grow between them broke Wakka’s heart.

The oldest were incapable of adapting to change, of tolerating the slightest disruptions. Young leaders, like Nooj and Baralai, embodied that change they so resented. Their influence spread fast, expanding far and wide even to territories as distant as Besaid and Kilika. For a single piece of news to reach the village in three days, it became outdated in the central world. This era disconcerted the elders, who had always known an immutable world.

Yuna never forgot that she owed much of her upbringing to Besaid and the old folk, and in these uncertain times, she served as the icon of familiarity and peace for those who feel lost. Never mind the fact that New Yevon’s Praetor (and those in power before him) tried to evoke that same kind of familiar comfort only to fall short in the face of progressive politics.

“I wonder what they plan to do with her.” Wakka mused aloud, heading for the temple now that all the reparations were complete. Entering the dark, heady threshold, he breathed in the familiar smoke of incense, which mingled with the surrounding damp stones, which held the building together. It reminded of him of his childhood.

‘A gift of Yevon...’

You know, as much as I thoroughly enjoyed the Aurochs' scene of work and play, the moment Bria enters, I'm slogging through very stilted and awkward writing. It's such a pain to type, because my inner stylist wants to break everything and restructure it entirely. Sigh.

...This thread might end up just becoming my place for vent posts. I apologize in advance XD

Chapter 2
Tentative Title: Of Yevon's Curse
part one of two

(A/N): I decided to give the Aurochs some character, since their lack of distinguishing features drove me crazy. While researching each Auroch member, apparently Nojima never thought to include or even acknowledge Vilucha as an official member (you know, the lady who lives with her husband in the southeast house closest to the gate). As for the names Rash, Mesker, and Karam, there's no Wiki page for them at all, nor did I find them in my FFX | FFX-2 HD Guidebook. So, I guess he randomly thought them up to fill empty space. How novel.  ::)


Besaid’s waters were always blessed with an abundance of fish, but the inhabitants only made sure to catch enough to satisfy their need for sustenance. In order to earn money, the local fishermen produced a unique textile specific to this island so they could take advantage of the generous influx of people wishing to visit the High Summoner Yuna at her homeland. Since these past several months, they managed to convert a whole wing of the temple to accommodate travelers.

When Tidus arrived at the cove, he wandered to the edge of the beach and watched the setting sun dye the open sky in flaming, warm streaks of orange. Yet the boat he overheard Wakka and the others brag about since his return back lied nowhere in sight.

“Where’s the boat? ...Is that it?” Tidus said, pointing to a skiff moored at the pontoon.
Wakka stood up from his relaxed position on the sand and puffed his chest out. “May I present to you the Aurochs Ace!”
For some reason, Tidus imagined it bigger, grander, considering how much they embellished it. The figurehead looked like a plaque carved in striking image of their blitzball trophy. Unlike the golden original, they painted it yellow. This messy ensemble cut a pretty sad figure, but he chose to say nothing, not wanting to rain on Wakka's parade when the team worked so hard on it.
“Thanks to this boat, the Aurochs have made considerable progress in our profits!”
Tidus smiled, pleased by his enthusiasm. Gazing out into the ocean, he traced the shallow water surrounding Besaid, which stretched out so far from the shore that it proved unsuitable for training. It made certain things like jumping and diving too dangerous when close to lower levels. By themselves, the Aurochs lacked the strength to dive in or rise to the surface, but thanks to the Ace, the team could venture into deeper waters to catch larger, more bountiful schools of fish; similar to how they adopted tactics while playing in the sphere pool, utilizing the “deep and shallow kick.”
“It definitely revolutionized our game.” Botta winked, pumping his arm out with a proud flex.
Tidus grinned, patting the scarred pectorals of his red-haired friend.
“Originally, it was used to haul in small goods at Port Kilika,” Wakka said, “But we managed to restore it by ourselves. We financed the purchase and restoration work thanks to the villagers’ donations. We mustn’t disappoint them!”
They started to warm up now, under Letty’s orders. Tidus appraised the team in between leg stretches: with Datto as forward, Botta as second to defense, Jassu as main defender, Letty as sole midfielder, Keepa as best goalie, and Vilucha, the only female of the team and their main forward, along with new members Tidus never met, Rash, Mesker, and Karam, that made the total count eleven with Tidus and Wakka. But because Vilucha stayed behind in the village to assist with the lights and decorations, they had an even number of players. Wakka split them up into two teams and Letty whistled to commence the match.
They decided to follow the rules of half-blitzball, a version which forbade players to disappear beneath the surface regardless of whether or not they possessed the ball; a penalty Tidus winded up receiving one too many times, because he found it surprisingly difficult to control his movements.
“It’s no big deal. Don’t worry!”

Their cheers failed to reassure him, and Tidus frowned, depressed by this newfound power difference between them. Before, it had been the other way around; Tidus hailed from a major city as a lone star player capable of overpowering an entire team from the countryside. He remembered the very day he arrived here, too, forming the best first impression any young, aspiring blitzballer could make. Had the Aurochs really improve this much, or did Tidus regress this far?

“Beclem Clash!” Botta called out, his arm bandages and nose plaster peeling off under the impossible speed of his vertical jump, and his powerhouse kick sent the ball hurtling straight for Tidus’s face.
Beclem, the previous trainer of the team, made himself quite infamous for his no-nonsense attitude, discipline, and severity. This unknown, brutal technique, taught by someone Tidus never met, shook him to the core. He decided to play dead, wanting to turn this stinging setback into a light-hearted joke; drifting to the water’s surface, his arms and legs floated like logs until he heard a voice declare:

“We’re going to end this. The team that scores the next point wins the match, okay?”

Propelling himself to stay afloat, Tidus inhaled air and spit out saltwater, cringing from the acrid taste that lingered in his mouth. He noticed Keepa nearby, bounding ever slow to his side until he gave him a sympathetic smile.

“The night’s falling. We won’t be able to see the ball anymore. You get my drift, ya?”

“I guess…” Tidus pouted. No one bothered to comment on his funny, little act. ‘Geez, give a guy a break. I just came back from a two year limbo; at least show that you guys care a little.’ But for all his internal grumbling, he really appreciated that they didn’t walk on eggshells around him, treating him as an existence most fragile, so he took their mean teasing in stride.

I see. That makes plenty of sense. Tidus's automatic response to any man associated with the Church is to doubt their credibility. It's no fault of his own, given his past experiences with Yevon were mainly negative. (Hey! Could you say Tidus based his first impression of Bria a posteriori given his resentment towards Yevonites?) So naturally wherever Yuna is concerned, he's highly protective of her.

For an extroverted teenager, Tidus is surprisingly introspective. Normally I would have called that out-of-character, if it weren't for his constant internal monologues in FFX. Not that I ever found them annoying or lame, I honestly enjoyed his narrative voice. It's just easy to forget he's capable of self-reflection (which many others tend to forget, too). Unlike Square Enix's poster boys of positivity, Zack Fair, Zidane, and Sora, Tidus has more than his fair share of insecurities.

Okay, how about this: Would you say Seymour wanted a causal relationship with Yuna to become the Final Aeon? Twisted, romantic feelings notwithstanding, all of his efforts forced her to do whatever that benefitted him in his end goal. As for Yuna's feelings for Tidus, would you say she developed them a posteriori? She fell for him, because Tidus embodied everything she craved: freedom, courage, and change. Because of grief and loss, first her parents, then one of her childhood friends, tradition and expectations stifled her, but she chose to follow them because they were familiar. But at the core of every Summoner, they wish to usher in change - the chance to fell Sin permanently.

I learned a valuable lesson in my Acting class about Characters and their tactics: No matter if it's selfless or selfish, we always form relationships with people when we want something. Intentionally or not, when we become friends with someone, or wish to pursue a romantic relationship, we want something out of it - let it be safety, money, security, affection, validation, etc. The feelings we develop for someone or something can be considered a posteriori, or even a priori because we want to experience what we never experienced. Heck, even Freud's theory that we are attracted to people who remind us of our parents of the opposite gender (for better or for worse) can be one type or manifestation of a posteriori.

Or am I getting too ahead of myself? XD

Bria: “I beg your pardon if I hurt you. My life is a bit too complex to be summed up. Humans try to introduce causal relationships, but the truth is that, these links, we invent them a posteriori."

So far, this might be my favorite line of Bria, but I'm struggling to fully understand what he meant in the second sentence. I intend to fully retain it word for word, however, because it's an amazing line, and a wonderfully complex and formal line at that. I just wish to comprehend it more for my curiosity, in case I'm interpreting it right.  :)

All I get is that a posteriori is a term used to make a proposition based on one's knowledge from experience (in contrast to a priori, which means a proposition made without needing the basis for past experience). As for the word causal, is Bria trying to say that humans form relationships wishing for certain things to happen when in reality they unconsciously gravitate to certain kinds of people whom they are familiar with during early life? If so, that's a very philosophical, if not cynical thing to say! But that makes sense, given it's Bria::)

Edit: I feel like Seymour or Baralai would have fun talking with this man. XD

FFX-3 Speculation and Developments / Re: Final Fantasy X-2.5 : The Truth
« on: September 03, 2015, 12:34:58 pm »
Of course! There was never a 'true' water-themed aeon that we ever hear of in the Spiran lore. It turns out that Tidus would be the chosen vessel for Leviathan: The 300-mile-long demon that would destroy and recreate the world anew! :P

And if it's possible to turn incarnate spirits into Fayth, then maybe Seymour can become Odin! :D

Sorry, UltimaGriever, I piggy-backed from your brilliant idea. <3

Or Auron as a male Asura? please don't hate me

Edit: EVEN BETTER, Auron shall be the Pheonix!!!  :o

FFX-3 Speculation and Developments / Re: Final Fantasy X-2.5 : The Truth
« on: September 03, 2015, 12:04:13 pm »
I have just listened to the 'Bonus Audio' an hour ago ...which turned my world upside down

Oh dear God..... what have I gotten myself into...

Welcome to a whole new world of insanity.

You'll never go back to the fanbase again. :P

Yeah, sarahlyf. It gets better.  8)

FFX-3 Speculation and Developments / Re: Final Fantasy X-2.5 : The Truth
« on: September 03, 2015, 11:58:18 am »
Now that I think of it, the novella justifies Yuna's attitude in the audio drama (her going back to her old ways etc). Remember what Auron said at the bottom of Macalania Lake? That it was not Yevon, the temples or the teachings that gave summoners power, but the fayth. Yuna had recently seen proof that the art of summoning was not obsolete, that there were ways other than what Yevon's teachings taught her to believe in.

Given that she found out that she still is a summoner, that she never ceased to be one just because Yevon's fayth vanished, and that she now had the knowledge of creating Aeon Cores (that most certainly does not involve sex (at least where intercourse in itself is concerned), lest poor Bedohl males Johit turned into Cores), she could be trying to reach a state of mind in that she could be able to do just that, under the guise of "praying to the fayth". Doing that, not only does she sharpen her somewhat dampened summoning skills that she had not practiced for 2 years, but keeps encouraging the Besaid elders' faith.

Just my two cents on the matter. :)

Which makes me wonder if Yuna confided in anyone of the events in The Price of Eternity and to what extent. Sure, she mentioned using the Final Aeon in Will, but I doubt Lulu or Wakka, or even Tidus is aware she received the knowledge to make Aeon Cores, let alone are remotely aware of the fact Tidus is beckoned. (Damn, how many secrets is this woman hoarding?) I also speculate that Yuna may turn to Baralai alone with this information, because he's in the position to help her find possible old Aeons around the world, and that he would keep it secret as a political decision not to rouse the Yevoner hunters into action or prevent inevitable discontent among the people.

There are many possibilities for FFX-3, such as discovering the true nature of Sin, who the main antagonist may be (leader of the Yevoner hunters? Or whoever freakin beckoned Sin?), exploring the whole world to uncover more mysteries that the Dark Age of Yevon stifled, and Yuna coming to terms with her feelings once and for all. I do like kk's idea (from tumblr, hehe) that the best outcome for Tidus would be to turn him into a Fayth as the mighty LEVIATHAN, let's hear it folks! :D (Although I personally prefer if Tidus could finally rest in peace and chill in the Farplane. It's not good for the Tuna romance if Yuna's stuck romancing a Fayth. :P)

That's true. Microphones, megaphones, and computer tower/monitor (that I believe Shinra customized or created himself) were all over the place, but I've only ever seen in hugely populated places, such as Luca and Bevelle, and used by characters who were in the fortunate position to have easy access to such things, let it be money or connections. That's a good point: sphere technology may be expensive, because of the manual labor required to harvest the water in Macalania. Do you need a working permit for that land? XD I love the idea of Al Bhed inventing alternative machina appliances to make up for declining natural resources (that does not explain Wantz's camera, though).

That whole digging up references from Zanarkand's golden years can only happen post-FFX, around the time Cid decided to use the ruins as a tourist attraction (instead of a national museum? What the hell, Cid? Use your damn brain. Ya could've wracked up even MORE money from that political venture; be funded by New Yevon, or Rin. You could have done it!). And when it came to Tidus's house, I'm not surprised. He's in a machina city much like our own cities today. He could have had a shower, too, and a toilet with nice pipework, and and and...

Yes. It is fun to speculate. XD

Thank you so much, ChecheurObscur! I guess I mixed them up somewhere after Tidus shrugged... Yay! Thank you again.  You're the best! <3

Hm, but the radio was an unexpected surprise. Perhaps I really do need to replay FFX and check out the NPCs. See what the world is like through the smaller details.

I really find myself enjoying Bria's entrance into this story, but what I can't make much sense of is who is saying what in the end dialogue. Once I reach the part (Tidus shrugged, without obligation), it's not clear who speaks after, because the next two lines of dialogue aren't distinguished very well from each other, given Nojima's formal writing style.

“How did you get to Spira back then?”
Tidus stayed quiet.
“According to the rumour, Sin carried you.”
“I don't know what to say.”
“Do you think he could have sent you back to Zanarkand?”
Once again, he did not want to answer his question. Anyway, Yuna had defeated Sin: he did not have a way to confirm this hypothesis. Yet Tidus was certain about one thing:
“The city I had known does not exist anymore. It was the one from the Summoning...”
“I would like you to tell me more about it.”
Tidus shrugged, without obligation.
“Sin had spread chaos across Zanarkand. How could the city have survived such a disaster?”
“It does not matter. Recently, I have perceived a lot of signs... I think I will be able soon to resolve the mystery which has kept me busy for a long time.”
“Which mystery are you talking about?”
“The greatest of all.”
The man burst out laughing, and Tidus lost his temper:
“Are you making fun of me? What do you want? Did you come to live near Yuna or have you been transferred from Bevelle? What do want to tell me? What is the true motive behind your presence?”

Can someone please assist me, so I know how to interpret this?

P.S. Thank you ChecheurObscur for the translations, you are a Godsend. <3

So, I noticed something odd while going about my rewrite through Chapter 2:

“I saw you coming.”
“Excuse me?”
Not really sure if he understood, Tidus turned in the direction of the ocean. The ball fell in the sand.
“At midday. We heard of Yuna’s return thanks to the radio, and I followed the villagers. I saw you emerging from the ocean. How did you reach this place?”

I never knew Spira had radios for communication, unless I missed it somewhere in FFX. Or could it be that Bria referred to the Commsphere as a radio? And if the radio he spoke of is indeed the Commsphere, how could it be, when the Aurochs (bonus points if you tell me which member did it) destroyed it during Blitzball practice?

Also, I always forget that, besides sphere-technology, Spira also has certain things like binoculars and cameras. Remember in the Thunder Plains when Wantz randomly ran by Yuna's party at the Agency, took a picture, and just left -- and nobody ever mentions it again? I mean, Seymour has an actual candid photo of his parents (sitting in his mansion, or was it Baaj temple? I forget where I saw it). I feel like the common little things that Spira shares with us modern day people draws a really vague line.

FFX-3 Speculation and Developments / Re: Original Novel vs. Restoration
« on: August 29, 2015, 11:22:46 pm »
Oh, no problem! I didn't realize it was unclear. I shall change it right away. And ChercheurObscur, I'm afraid I neglected to directly ask: are you comfortable with me restoring the novel through your translations?

Of course I will never forget to give full credit to everyone involved, but I suppose I never actually stopped to wait if everyone approved of the idea. I apologize.

EDIT: Oh, NOW I understand what you meant. Yeah. I didn't sticky my Restoration. I think CrystalofLies did, but I changed it now.

I always thought they were referencing Jecht's return as Sin, or is that just me?

But then again, with the whole novel translated, now I wonder if Yuna told anyone the truth about Tidus's existence post-Price of Eternity. If Yuna did indeed confide in Lulu (and only Lulu, I can't imagine Wakka taking it well), then it would make sense she was hinting at Tidus. But then again, that doesn't explain how Tidus would understand if simply knowing he's an incarnate spirit puts him at major risk of disappearing. So, yeah. I'm confuzzled.  ???

FFX-3 Speculation and Developments / Re: Final Fantasy X-2.5 : The Truth
« on: August 26, 2015, 04:04:29 pm »
Thanks so much, ChercheurObscur! That's nice to know you've picked up all the pieces and tried to put together some semblance of a coherent picture. I'll definitely come back to refer to this later when I reach those parts in the Restoration.  ;)

The only way I can really justify Johit's actions as this point is broken humanity. He was obviously struggling to hold onto it, but after becoming an Unsent at such an old age, obviously clinging to whatever he could in such a dismal situation... no wonder his process for ending that particular cycle confused us all. It's the only thing that made sense to him, involving two innocent people to end a horrible tragedy.

Pages: 1 2 [3] 4 5