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Project ZEAL / The World of ZEAL/Keystone
« on: October 15, 2004, 02:17:53 pm »
Alright, I read your post, ZeaLitY, and then I reread the Keystone timelines on the Chronology page, and I think I finally have it all figured out. But just so you all know where I was going with all this...I intend to have Crono as an NPC in my character's storyline, though he won't directly interact with any of the other characters. It's important to my character's history and setup.
Thanks again, you guys. Oh, and be in the OCReMix General Discussion area around 7:00 EST tonight. You'll be pleased.
Thanks again, you guys. Oh, and be in the OCReMix General Discussion area around 7:00 EST tonight. You'll be pleased.
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Project ZEAL / Re: Chronological Master Thread & World of ZEAL/Keystone
« on: October 15, 2004, 01:52:05 pm »Quote from: ZeaLitY
The ZEAL Project's Keystone Dimension...is devoid of Crono's time traveling notes.
Quote from: Symmetry
Yes, Crono's actions did indeed happen.
Alright, I'm getting mixed signals. The dimension is devoid of Crono's time-traveling notes, which means that everything he did in another dimension never happened within this one, correct? Or does it simply mean that nobody recorded his actions? As for the second part, does that mean that Crono exists here and is still fighting Lavos (or already has), or did his actions within another dimension simply contribute to the layout of this new one? Any way it works out, Crono could still feasibly exist in the Keystone Dimension, though in a non-cannonical form, correct?
Before I go any further, some clarification on this issue would be gloriously helpful. Thanks.
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Project ZEAL / The World of ZEAL/Keystone
« on: October 15, 2004, 01:23:54 pm »
I have a question about Crono's placement in all of this.
As I understand it, within the Keystone Dimension, the effects of Crono's actions never take place, because the Time Devourer was defeated and the two worlds became one. Lavos was summarily erased (I suppose), thus making Crono's purpose null and void, correct? Or did Crono still live, though without entering the Gate at the Millennial Fair, thus never leading him on his path to destroy Lavos? Was he erased when his purpose became unnecessary?
Another issue I have is, will Crono and his companions be called on to fight ZEAL and their destruction of different timelines? Or will it simply be non-cannonical characters and a few select individuals from the game, such as Gaspar and Schala, who take on the project? Having some answers would help clear up a few issues I'm having with my character, so thank you in advance.
As I understand it, within the Keystone Dimension, the effects of Crono's actions never take place, because the Time Devourer was defeated and the two worlds became one. Lavos was summarily erased (I suppose), thus making Crono's purpose null and void, correct? Or did Crono still live, though without entering the Gate at the Millennial Fair, thus never leading him on his path to destroy Lavos? Was he erased when his purpose became unnecessary?
Another issue I have is, will Crono and his companions be called on to fight ZEAL and their destruction of different timelines? Or will it simply be non-cannonical characters and a few select individuals from the game, such as Gaspar and Schala, who take on the project? Having some answers would help clear up a few issues I'm having with my character, so thank you in advance.
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Project ZEAL / Character Sketches.
« on: October 15, 2004, 09:48:05 am »
Wow, I didn't know that my post was going to cause such excitement. But since you asked, here are the answers I'm willing to divulge.
1) Yes, Gryph is having delusions of being the father of a boy named Crono, although they've never met and none of those things could possibly have happened. I'm a huge proponent of the Crono/Jesus corollation, meaning that Crono in fact has no father, meaning that Gryph is and never will be a blood relative of Crono's. HOWEVER, as the fanfic goes on...well, you'll see.
2) What I meant when I said Lavos timeline (I'm not too keen on the terminology of dimensions) was the timeline as it would have been leading up to Lavos' arrival. Meaning, Magus is in full force and is summoning Lavos for a final showdown, though whether or not Crono and the others come to stop him is yet to be determined. Basically, 600 A.D. as Crono knew it the first time he stepped into that Gate.
3) The light Gryph saw in the cell was NOT a Gate...at least, in the traditional sense. Since it was a bright white light and not the purple-blue kind from the game, I thought that would be apparent. I also don't want to ruin the revelation (which won't take that long for you guys to figure out), but I'll give you something to work on. You remember how Robo says that Gates are paths leading into the Entity's already-existing memories? Well, what if the Entity was trying to create NEW memories...what exactly would He do?
As for my writing style, I took four years of creative writing classes, and that's just the way I do it. I'm more keen on poetry, actually, so if that filters into my work, I apologize.
~.C.S.~
1) Yes, Gryph is having delusions of being the father of a boy named Crono, although they've never met and none of those things could possibly have happened. I'm a huge proponent of the Crono/Jesus corollation, meaning that Crono in fact has no father, meaning that Gryph is and never will be a blood relative of Crono's. HOWEVER, as the fanfic goes on...well, you'll see.
2) What I meant when I said Lavos timeline (I'm not too keen on the terminology of dimensions) was the timeline as it would have been leading up to Lavos' arrival. Meaning, Magus is in full force and is summoning Lavos for a final showdown, though whether or not Crono and the others come to stop him is yet to be determined. Basically, 600 A.D. as Crono knew it the first time he stepped into that Gate.
3) The light Gryph saw in the cell was NOT a Gate...at least, in the traditional sense. Since it was a bright white light and not the purple-blue kind from the game, I thought that would be apparent. I also don't want to ruin the revelation (which won't take that long for you guys to figure out), but I'll give you something to work on. You remember how Robo says that Gates are paths leading into the Entity's already-existing memories? Well, what if the Entity was trying to create NEW memories...what exactly would He do?
As for my writing style, I took four years of creative writing classes, and that's just the way I do it. I'm more keen on poetry, actually, so if that filters into my work, I apologize.
~.C.S.~
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Project ZEAL / Story Thread I. Introduction
« on: October 14, 2004, 10:55:15 pm »
Scene 8 - A Hole In The Head
Year: 600 A.D.
Place: Guardia Prison Cell #5
He was in the plains again. He didn't know by what road he had arrived there, what pathway in time or space he had chosen, because in his mind, it was just another illusion. But God, it felt so real.
He could remember, from some imagined past, the feel of his wife's skin. His son's hair, red and tangled. They never ceased to be loving, caring people, even when he had to leave, to trade. The caravan, stacked neatly with goods for sale on the neighboring peninsula. Where the war was no more.
He could sense the wind on his face, the grass poking up against his thin shirt and poking his flattened back, the stream's soft crooked sounds floating up like poppy seeds, dapples of dew tickling his ears. His wife's cheerful sigh from his side, and his son's frantic chase in the field towards the butterfly. Just one more unattainable goal.
But once he began to think about it, what was his wife's name? His son's? Were they even related? The woman and the boy, his family? What history did that come from?
And then he was back in his prisoner outfit, a sludge-covered jumpsuit with two thin holes for his arms, constricting the blood flow to his extremities, and a larger hole for his head. Leaning against the wall, he heard the crackle of dust under his stretching feet and the rattle of the guard's keys as he paced the hallway, whistling repetitively.
Gryph stood up weakly, staring out into the hallway that stretched in front of seven other cells, all of which were just as dingy as his. In the room next to him, a man guilty of seventeen murders sat quietly, making grooves in his skin with his fingernails. On the other side, a man with an actual family, guilty only of saying one harsh word about a public official, now condemned to live without the proper rights of a human being.
And what was this man's crime, this radical dreamer's offense? He had tried to make a living doing something that promoted peace, the unification of two separate bands of thought and society. But it was a time of war, and the laws of the King forbade such acts. Thus, he was not only an outcast, but a criminal.
As if that wasn't enough, his three year term was almost up when the wardens interviewed him and discovered his dreams about the family he couldn't possibly have. So they deemed him mentally unfit to reenter society, and placed the key in holding for another time. He tried to convince them every time he could that the dreams were gone, but the guards knew better...it was just Gryph's bad luck that he talked in his sleep.
So, placed in a stinking cage like an unfeeling animal, he had resigned himself to never again seeing daylight, sitting once again against the wall. His pupils, he guessed, had doubled in size from the absence of illumination for such a long period of time. But since there was no mirror in which to view his face, he couldn't even be sure of that. No glass...only stone. He didn't even remember what his face looked like anymore.
The guard beat on the metal bars, and startled Gryph. The guard smiled as the man jumped from surprise.
"Hey, you should relax! All that thinking of your wife and kid is making you uptight! Ahahahaha!"
The guard walked away, still laughing, but Gryph didn't get angry. How could he? He knew it was the truth. He was soft, no longer the warrior he had once been. His allegiance to Guardia had betrayed him; Guardia had betrayed him. And without that as his foundation, he could no longer keep his footing in the shifting sands of reality.
"I just wish..." he began, his finger tracing over the outline of a pendulum etched into the ground. "I just wish that I could find my path."
What happened next was the greatest gift that Gryph would ever receive, though at the time he didn't know it. In fact, for a long time, he would consider it as a curse. Only when the time came to understand what was happening to him would he see that there truly was a glorious path made for him in that moment.
From the stone wall opposite of the cell door, a bright light materialized from nowhere. Gryph quickly turned to face the penetrating source, and the pain from the intense illumination immediately sank in, forcing him to hide his eyes. It got even stronger, filling the entire cell, shining as if a greater force itself was fueling it. And Gryph kept his eyes diverted as best as he could, though the light seeped in no matter how hard he tried.
However, after only a moment, it had dimmed down incredibly, becoming nothing more than a pinpoint of energy on the wall, bright but not intrusive. Gryph sensed safety and uncovered his sight, looking at the wondrous thing there in front of him.
"What...is it?..." Gryph asked himself, standing and walking, drawn towards the vision. His hand stretched forward and eagerly reached for the light, his senses all dissolved, the pain no longer evident, his thoughts all forgotten remnants.
And as he touched the spackle of luminescence, it grew from a pinpoint into a band of whites that stretched out before him, the brightest things he had ever seen, his eyes absorbing, painlessly, every sight about him. And then, his body also became one with the atmosphere, disappearing in rivulets of cloud and smoke, like a piece of paper held within the stream. And then he was gone.
Year: 600 A.D.
Place: Guardia Prison Cell #5
He was in the plains again. He didn't know by what road he had arrived there, what pathway in time or space he had chosen, because in his mind, it was just another illusion. But God, it felt so real.
He could remember, from some imagined past, the feel of his wife's skin. His son's hair, red and tangled. They never ceased to be loving, caring people, even when he had to leave, to trade. The caravan, stacked neatly with goods for sale on the neighboring peninsula. Where the war was no more.
He could sense the wind on his face, the grass poking up against his thin shirt and poking his flattened back, the stream's soft crooked sounds floating up like poppy seeds, dapples of dew tickling his ears. His wife's cheerful sigh from his side, and his son's frantic chase in the field towards the butterfly. Just one more unattainable goal.
But once he began to think about it, what was his wife's name? His son's? Were they even related? The woman and the boy, his family? What history did that come from?
And then he was back in his prisoner outfit, a sludge-covered jumpsuit with two thin holes for his arms, constricting the blood flow to his extremities, and a larger hole for his head. Leaning against the wall, he heard the crackle of dust under his stretching feet and the rattle of the guard's keys as he paced the hallway, whistling repetitively.
Gryph stood up weakly, staring out into the hallway that stretched in front of seven other cells, all of which were just as dingy as his. In the room next to him, a man guilty of seventeen murders sat quietly, making grooves in his skin with his fingernails. On the other side, a man with an actual family, guilty only of saying one harsh word about a public official, now condemned to live without the proper rights of a human being.
And what was this man's crime, this radical dreamer's offense? He had tried to make a living doing something that promoted peace, the unification of two separate bands of thought and society. But it was a time of war, and the laws of the King forbade such acts. Thus, he was not only an outcast, but a criminal.
As if that wasn't enough, his three year term was almost up when the wardens interviewed him and discovered his dreams about the family he couldn't possibly have. So they deemed him mentally unfit to reenter society, and placed the key in holding for another time. He tried to convince them every time he could that the dreams were gone, but the guards knew better...it was just Gryph's bad luck that he talked in his sleep.
So, placed in a stinking cage like an unfeeling animal, he had resigned himself to never again seeing daylight, sitting once again against the wall. His pupils, he guessed, had doubled in size from the absence of illumination for such a long period of time. But since there was no mirror in which to view his face, he couldn't even be sure of that. No glass...only stone. He didn't even remember what his face looked like anymore.
The guard beat on the metal bars, and startled Gryph. The guard smiled as the man jumped from surprise.
"Hey, you should relax! All that thinking of your wife and kid is making you uptight! Ahahahaha!"
The guard walked away, still laughing, but Gryph didn't get angry. How could he? He knew it was the truth. He was soft, no longer the warrior he had once been. His allegiance to Guardia had betrayed him; Guardia had betrayed him. And without that as his foundation, he could no longer keep his footing in the shifting sands of reality.
"I just wish..." he began, his finger tracing over the outline of a pendulum etched into the ground. "I just wish that I could find my path."
What happened next was the greatest gift that Gryph would ever receive, though at the time he didn't know it. In fact, for a long time, he would consider it as a curse. Only when the time came to understand what was happening to him would he see that there truly was a glorious path made for him in that moment.
From the stone wall opposite of the cell door, a bright light materialized from nowhere. Gryph quickly turned to face the penetrating source, and the pain from the intense illumination immediately sank in, forcing him to hide his eyes. It got even stronger, filling the entire cell, shining as if a greater force itself was fueling it. And Gryph kept his eyes diverted as best as he could, though the light seeped in no matter how hard he tried.
However, after only a moment, it had dimmed down incredibly, becoming nothing more than a pinpoint of energy on the wall, bright but not intrusive. Gryph sensed safety and uncovered his sight, looking at the wondrous thing there in front of him.
"What...is it?..." Gryph asked himself, standing and walking, drawn towards the vision. His hand stretched forward and eagerly reached for the light, his senses all dissolved, the pain no longer evident, his thoughts all forgotten remnants.
And as he touched the spackle of luminescence, it grew from a pinpoint into a band of whites that stretched out before him, the brightest things he had ever seen, his eyes absorbing, painlessly, every sight about him. And then, his body also became one with the atmosphere, disappearing in rivulets of cloud and smoke, like a piece of paper held within the stream. And then he was gone.
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Project ZEAL / Character Sketches.
« on: October 14, 2004, 10:19:15 pm »
Alright, here's my first character (I have another one in mind, but he'll come in later).
1) Gryph Elesian.
Gryph is a man from the 600 A.D. of the Lavos timeline, born in 565 A.D. He grew up as a merchant, trading goods (dangerously) between Guardia and Medina, even though a war between Mystics and humans was breaking out. In 597 A.D. he was arrested by Guardia troops because of his direct violation of the trade ban between the two continents, sentencing him to a harsh prison sentence. He served it well for three years, but during his stay, he began to have delusions that he was the father of a boy from the future, a fatherless single child in 1000 A.D. He even started to remember things they did together, things that never happened, and judged by the wardens in Guardia as mentally unfit to be released, he has stayed there until this day.
Gryph is also a master of the blade, having created his own weapon, the Covenant, a sword he hoped to one day pass onto his son. But at this point, he believes that will never happen.
1) Gryph Elesian.
Gryph is a man from the 600 A.D. of the Lavos timeline, born in 565 A.D. He grew up as a merchant, trading goods (dangerously) between Guardia and Medina, even though a war between Mystics and humans was breaking out. In 597 A.D. he was arrested by Guardia troops because of his direct violation of the trade ban between the two continents, sentencing him to a harsh prison sentence. He served it well for three years, but during his stay, he began to have delusions that he was the father of a boy from the future, a fatherless single child in 1000 A.D. He even started to remember things they did together, things that never happened, and judged by the wardens in Guardia as mentally unfit to be released, he has stayed there until this day.
Gryph is also a master of the blade, having created his own weapon, the Covenant, a sword he hoped to one day pass onto his son. But at this point, he believes that will never happen.
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Project ZEAL / Roll Call
« on: October 14, 2004, 09:32:54 pm »
Claado Shou is here. Worryeth not.
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General Discussion / Possible Chrono community wide fanfiction project
« on: October 14, 2004, 01:23:33 pm »
Hmm...I didn't know that there was anything like this going on. As ZeaLitY knows, I'm big on Chrono Trigger writing projects.
So yeah, give me something to do and it shall be done. Consider me in.
So yeah, give me something to do and it shall be done. Consider me in.