Look! I used a big word as the title! This is the result of a very bored Casey staring at the dictionary in search of title ideas. Guess it works! Incumbency means: the holding of an office, position, etc. and performance or it's duties; term or office. It makes sense, ok?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, but what Squaresoft doesn't know, doesn't hurt me, does it? ;)
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If you can smile when things around you has gone horribly wrong, you've obviously got someone in mind that you can place the blame on…
Crimson red ablaze in the withering midnight air, and the lingering smell of destruction hangs around like a band hangover. And I should know.
But a new presence makes itself known, and streams of life arise, flitting across the sky, and you could feel a strange emotion believed to have died long ago; Hope.
They did it.
It was hard to believe, but they actually did it. And it's a good thing as well; I had won a thousand gill bet. Not that I would've lost my thousand if I had lost, but that Meteor had really messed up a few once-respectable minds. Who would've believed that a worthless chunk of ignorant rebels from the slums were the Planet's last hope?
Now sometimes I stand back and stare at the remains of Midgar, a once-proud city that reeked of importance. Here is where I woke up every morning, walked to work, and slowly gave away my soul.
I admit that I was, and still am proud to wear the unmistaken uniform of the Turks, but some of the things that I had done…I still cannot believe.
It was like I had left my body and I was watching myself turn my already miserable life to shreds. I had lost any dignity or hope that I might have had, and turned to the rush of a Turk's life. Just the mere mention of our grand organization, and people shuddered. I enjoyed the power.
But now the name is even a child's mockery, and I felt the cold shoulder of the world. The Turks had become outcasts. I sigh and stare down into my mug, my reflection staring back at me and asking questions I can't possibly answer, so I down my sorrows even further.
Elena, like myself, hopes that the Turks could one day regain our glory, while Rude still remains in that emotionless silence. Normally I'd tell Elena to shut up and act like a Turk, only I don't know what it means to be a Turk anymore. So I plaster on a stupid false smile and tell her everything's going to turn out all right. Yeah, sure.
But deep down inside, I have a bad feeling in my gut telling me to quit lying to the both of us. Either that or it's from that rotten week-old pizza I found in the closet having a disagreement with my digestion system, but you never know.
But I'm still holding onto my newfound hope for the future, for I'm still not a lost man yet. I've still got my buddies, my alcohol. I'm still able to attract a few of the ladies so I'm still in the game. Turk or not, I'm still loveable and cuddle-able Reno, the world's most attractive and available man. I'm not quite about to give up on life just yet. Unless I turn into a hopeless perv like the Don, but we'll just pray that doesn't happen.
Of course I still wish to return to the life of a Turk. That was undeniably the most exhilarating experience of my entire life. I've still got some life yet, and I plan to make the most of it, if you don't mind.
Now if you'll excuse me, I've an appointment to make with the washroom.
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Yay! I made a Reno POV! Now if only I can get started on that Rufus POV idea that I've been tossing around. Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this and please review!
~Casey Crystal