This is the story of a girl. And while she didn’t cry a river and drown the whole world, she definitely grew up alone and scared. I’m looking at that girl who huddled into a corner the minute I entered the brightly lit room. I see the small roman numeral tattoo on the inside of a thin, pale wrist of XV and I know that I’ve found who I’m looking for. I’m looking for a little girl with rust coloured hair in a dirty orphan’s smock. If these rumours are true, the little waif of a child in front of me has a special talent.
They had failed.
They couldn’t stop him and it took everything they had to escape that crumbling, floating continent with their lives in tact. The collective heart of the group was heavy with the gloom that they hadn’t achieved their goal. With the exception of Setzer, the group watched with varying degrees of despair and horror as everything they had fought to protect fell apart. Locke and Celes in particular were staring at the ground thousand of feet below them as the power of the Warring Triad wrecked havoc, their hair blowing into their eyes.
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This is dedicated to those
Who have gone too soon.
Many will forget you but to others,
You’re a treasure.
You brought light to someone’s life,
Joy to those who knew you best and
Love to special someone’s who needed it most.
A beacon of hope has been taken,
Swept away to a greater purpose.
Never forget them.
Always cherish them.
Never let their memory fade.
Keep them close to your heart.
Their laughter may be gone,
The sound of their voices may drift,
But their warmth will always remain.
There are a select few who know your pain.
There are more who wouldn’t wish this on another.
There are many who don’t understand,
Would use someone’s tragedy to further,
Ever further their agenda.
Don’t let those people win.
Don’t let the monsters who invaded your realm
Take residence in your hold.
I may not relate to your tragedy,
But I know the pain of loss.
The hearts of the world bleed for you.
The hearts of the world become one.
There’s a young girl perusing the contents of a junkyard, looking for scraps of anything viable for a weapon upgrade. She’s small but, she sticks out like a sore thumb. Literally, she’s a tiny speck of a person in a yellow jumper that would be a shirt on anyone of average height and brown hair curled up in a way that could only defy gravity. Really, nobody knew how she got it to curl up like that day-in-and-out but there she was, bounding around the junkyard with relentless energy. She’s been told to be careful and not trip as a boot goes flying through the air.
“Squaaaaaaaall,” the girl calls to a silent young man with his arms crossed over his chest. “Can you bring my boot?”
“Selphie, please,” Squall sighed as he picked up the brown boot and brought it back to the brunette whose green eyes were sparkling with mischief. “We’re here –”
“–For work. I know,” Selphie interrupted with a playful grin when her eyes settled on something that was not for customizing weapons.
The object was covered in rust and was easily half of the height of the perky brunette who pulled her boot back on and went barrelling toward the object with reckless abandon. As she skids to a halt near the object, she hauled it out of the debris with little issue and cheers delightfully as she hauls the object onto her shoulder and settles her hands on the forward grip and trigger. The playful grin on her face was now transforming into an impish grin as she looks over at Squall.
“Look,” she calls over to her friend as he rolled his eyes. “Can I keep it?”
Squall glowers at the perky brunette before he marched over to her with the intent of taking the weapon from her.
“I promise that I’ll take good care of it and only use it when dealing with Seifer,” she continues in a playful tone laced with more than a fair bit of dark humour.
Squall kept a brisk pace before standing in front of Selphie and looking down at her with a stormy glare. He holds a leather-clad hand out in front of him as the perky brunette shook her head.
“I’m not giving it up,” she protested as Squall placed his free hand on the front of the object. “I never get to play with bazookas.”
“For good reason,” he murmured thoughtfully. “Selphie, give me the bazooka.”
“Why?” She asked in a cute tone. She wasn’t intending to give it up without a fight.
“Because you’re not trained for using ballistic weapons,” Squall responded practically.
Selphie made a noise imitating a buzzer and smiled sweetly at her leader. “I completed that course back at Trabia.”
Squall shook his head in exasperation. Of course, she completed a course on using ballistic weapons. “You’re too small to use one that big.”
“Then…” she began to bargain. “If I give you this one, you’ll let me find one that’s more suited to my size?”
The two continue the back-and-forth of silly banter before the leader decides that he’s had enough of her games for one day. The childish banter had gone long enough even though it only lasts a few minutes.
“Selphie, please,” Squall said with a tone of finality. “Give me the bazooka.”
Selphie’s lower lip juts out into a pout as she reluctantly surrendered the weapon.
Four – Chronicles of the Sentient Tree
Once upon a time, I lost all of my memories! All of them. I didn’t even remember my own name. Can you imagine having a dream about a random event in your life having the only clues to your past? Can you imagine having to pick a new name for yourself? Can you imagine having to break out of an egg filled with a weird goo? Oh yeah, can you also imagine waking up in a new place as a grown person completely and utterly naked in front of a stranger that you’re meeting for the first time? No? Well, it happened. It totally happened.
Three – Phoenix Ikki and Smoker
Before I ever met Yuri and Flynn and everyone else in Crystallis, there was a village inside a barrier known as Luceti. I was trapped inside a barrier in this place for three years of my reversed life. Everyone who lived there were brought in to be experimented on by an organization known as the Malnosso. We were given wings and barcodes on the backs of our necks.
Two – Yuri and Flynn to an Extent
I highly doubt that you’ll ever find two people more drastically different than Yuri and Flynn. I met them both during my time in Crystallis. We woke up one day in a research facility where we were destined to be a crackpot by the name of Kalki’s guinea pigs. Let’s just say that a lot of us weren’t going to have that. I woke up in the research facility with Zell by my side, with white crystals in our possession and moogle partners to help us during our journey.
One – The End is in the Beginning
I made a promise to some dear friends in a place called Aqures Ixen. I promised to never forget them and that I would write about them. Well, while I’m not equipped with a Guardian Force and of a non foggy mind, I’m going to do exactly that! But I guess I have to start at the end of one major life event and rewind back to the end of another. It’s… gonna be a bit a weird.
Man, it’s weird writing an introduction. You’re expected to introduce something, give a thesis, state the points that you want to make but… this isn’t that kind of introduction. This is an introduction about a fictional character that I love dearly and have played out her story many times over countless years. There’s headcanon, character development and a muse that has never really left my mind.
Selphie Tilmitt from Final Fantasy VIII. She’s this energetic ray of sunshine that tries to see the best in everyone around her. She isn’t without her darkside and her early years were full of tragedy but she always manages to come out on top. Maybe it’s just Lady Luck being on her side despite being portrayed by a person who most certainly has more than a few screws loose in her own brain. She stumbles, gets lost some times and has issues of her own but she’s always been fun to play.
But… there comes a time in life when it’s time to bid a beloved character goodbye; this is that time for me. It’s time to give Selphie one last hurrah, one last booyaka, one more chance to blow it up to smithereens with a rocket launcher. From the eyes of Selphie, these are the stories of the people who affected her the most during my million years of playing her in various games on Livejournal and Dreamwidth in their roleplay community. From Edensphere to Luceti and finally at Melodies of Life, these are the thoughts and anecdotes of a girl with a huge heart, who has lost a lot but gained so much more in the process.
This is the story of her life throughout the multiverse.
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