FF6: Terra
FF7: Cloud
FF8: Squall
ffX- tidus (sun)
Kingdom Hearts- Sora (sky)
ff13- Lightning, snow.
I might have missed one in there...
So, we all know the trend. Where do you think this is heading?
FF6: Terra
FF7: Cloud
FF8: Squall
ffX- tidus (sun)
Kingdom Hearts- Sora (sky)
ff13- Lightning, snow.
I might have missed one in there...
So, we all know the trend. Where do you think this is heading?
Last edited by Hollycat; 09-10-2012 at 11:17 AM.
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To be fair, Terra is Western only, she's Tina in Japan, though Celes may be more appropriate.
What can anyone say, Nomura loves his weather/sky/celestial body names. He's really overboard in KH with it.
True beauty exists in things that last only for a moment.
Current Mood: Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you, the angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
What does Zidane have to do with weather? I have no idea.
*giggity*
I'm hoping for Schönwetter, Bekannte as first or last name.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.