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Jun. 25th, 2021 at 11:39 PM
(This is an excerpt of a project I sincerely hope I can pick back up. I started this personal FF7 project in 2016; also Idk when I'll ever have a real name for it. This name stuck and it is what it is LMFAO)
“You lot think bein’ in ShinRa would be easy? That lil graduation certificate don’t mean shit in the field of battle.” A burly man, with a scar across his eye and his neck walked down the line of candidates as he spoke with his country accent. His black hair neatly trimmed and combed back, with his beard also neatly taken cared of.
“This lot of twenty has a lot to prove, you may have attended ShinRa Military Academy, but do you truly have what it takes? Has everything you learned in that fucking classroom actually serve you in battle, or will you be one of the casualties scraped up and buried in the Planet?” He stopped in front of a young man with crimson eyes, short-cropped dark brown hair. Looking at him with his grey eye, he looked down the line to his right.
“A mission of this magnitude,” a voice that was deep in baritone, yet held sophistication with a light accent not heard from the area. “Was initially only reserved for us to handle however, achieving success for this can guarantee you a spot in the Turks, SOLDIER or in the army.” He was dressed in navy blue suit, his badge pinned to the left side of his collared white dress shirt. Ebony hair pulled back and placed in a low ponytail, and rectangular glasses only a skeptic would don. Through the lens, black eyes were seen scanning every possible candidate.
“I recommend now being the time to say your final words to your fellow classmates. I don’t expect even three-fourths of you to survive this mission.” Deadpan expression laid eyes on a redheaded woman, she had freckles and light brown eyes. Her stance and her body posture gave no signs of fear, simply because her eyes held all the fear he needed to know. Lethal legs made a stride towards this woman.
“What is your name?” He inquired, out of sheer curiosity.
“Odell. Francheska Odell.”
“You carry a lot of weight behind those eyes, don’t let that weight be cataclysmic in your performance.” He admonished as she straightened her posture, and refocused her eyes.
Walking down the line, he noticed the signature crimson eyes. The trait of a Valentine.
“Well well, I didn’t think another Valentine would grace our presence.” His appearance held no disdain, but his tone led the others to believe otherwise. “I hear you are exceptional in the fine art of sharpshooting. No amount of asskissing will have you pass, so put up a shut up.” The young Vincent Valentine saluted as the Wutaiian man walked back to the front and center.
“I am Akira Sugawara, if we meet again, I will be welcoming you into the ranks of ShinRa. Till then, don’t die.” with that fanfare, he left the room of cadets. Vincent glared briefly as Akira, all the while he left the room. The brunette next to him flared his nose and muttered under his breath, so the instructor couldn’t hear, “What a fuckin’ git, make sure you punch ‘im in the face, mate.” A brief chuckle ripped from his throat.
“With pleasure.”
“ALRIGH’! We are expected to leave in the next hour, so at 10:00 hours, I expect ye at the docks ready. Those who don’t show, I’ll know where ye stand on this. No pussyfooted blaggards can board anyway!”
“You lot think bein’ in ShinRa would be easy? That lil graduation certificate don’t mean shit in the field of battle.” A burly man, with a scar across his eye and his neck walked down the line of candidates as he spoke with his country accent. His black hair neatly trimmed and combed back, with his beard also neatly taken cared of.
“This lot of twenty has a lot to prove, you may have attended ShinRa Military Academy, but do you truly have what it takes? Has everything you learned in that fucking classroom actually serve you in battle, or will you be one of the casualties scraped up and buried in the Planet?” He stopped in front of a young man with crimson eyes, short-cropped dark brown hair. Looking at him with his grey eye, he looked down the line to his right.
“A mission of this magnitude,” a voice that was deep in baritone, yet held sophistication with a light accent not heard from the area. “Was initially only reserved for us to handle however, achieving success for this can guarantee you a spot in the Turks, SOLDIER or in the army.” He was dressed in navy blue suit, his badge pinned to the left side of his collared white dress shirt. Ebony hair pulled back and placed in a low ponytail, and rectangular glasses only a skeptic would don. Through the lens, black eyes were seen scanning every possible candidate.
“I recommend now being the time to say your final words to your fellow classmates. I don’t expect even three-fourths of you to survive this mission.” Deadpan expression laid eyes on a redheaded woman, she had freckles and light brown eyes. Her stance and her body posture gave no signs of fear, simply because her eyes held all the fear he needed to know. Lethal legs made a stride towards this woman.
“What is your name?” He inquired, out of sheer curiosity.
“Odell. Francheska Odell.”
“You carry a lot of weight behind those eyes, don’t let that weight be cataclysmic in your performance.” He admonished as she straightened her posture, and refocused her eyes.
Walking down the line, he noticed the signature crimson eyes. The trait of a Valentine.
“Well well, I didn’t think another Valentine would grace our presence.” His appearance held no disdain, but his tone led the others to believe otherwise. “I hear you are exceptional in the fine art of sharpshooting. No amount of asskissing will have you pass, so put up a shut up.” The young Vincent Valentine saluted as the Wutaiian man walked back to the front and center.
“I am Akira Sugawara, if we meet again, I will be welcoming you into the ranks of ShinRa. Till then, don’t die.” with that fanfare, he left the room of cadets. Vincent glared briefly as Akira, all the while he left the room. The brunette next to him flared his nose and muttered under his breath, so the instructor couldn’t hear, “What a fuckin’ git, make sure you punch ‘im in the face, mate.” A brief chuckle ripped from his throat.
“With pleasure.”
“ALRIGH’! We are expected to leave in the next hour, so at 10:00 hours, I expect ye at the docks ready. Those who don’t show, I’ll know where ye stand on this. No pussyfooted blaggards can board anyway!”