There were two objects that controlled the fate of SOLIDER, equally powerful but not equally obvious. First and foremost was Sephiroth’s sword – a more deadly, elegant, and perfectly phallic blade had never been crafted. The general population believed that empires were built and decimated along the saber’s edge. SOLDIERs believed that the very sun rose and set along its curve, that with each shimmering slash reality itself bent around the blade, that it bore the brunt of creation and destruction within it’s finely-tempered ore.

The other far subtler one, exchanging flamboyancy for finesse, was Lazard’s desk. On its cold and unforgiving smooth surface, men were made and broken. To be called before it and see themselves reflected in the glossed marble was comparative to staring down the Reaper between his bone white sockets for even the hardest of veterans. The fates themselves seemed ingrained into the weave of the wood and it was left to the blond’s discretion on how to interpret them as oracle and diviner.

To take the name of either of these sacred relics in vain bordered on heresy.

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And I just felt like sharing this little conversation Zack has with a rather disgruntled Shinra MP Officer. He was a lot of fun to translate. Again, thanks go to Cloud_S.

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So, just gonna do a sample post of what to expect in this journal once I get the game. These are translations I did using screencaps given to me by Cloud_S over at Crisis-Core.net.

( Warning: Image Heavy )