Saint Joseph School

((In light of the rantings made by Crono in character i thought i would publish them here so everyone can dive itno the mind of crono. anyone is free to break into the his ranting at any time and converse with him more on the subject, its a journal of sorts..))


Standing in his dorm he paced outside his beedroom one hand behind his back the other on his chin rubing it inquisitivly, on one of the tables there lay a small defice that displayed a holograifc images of several charatures that dont resemble any known written language. Crono Starts to rant speeking out loud as he paces and and more of the characters and symboles wriote themselves into the air, it was clearly a dictation mechiean of some sort......

Giant Robots…


Ok today I was on my com wile in the Hallows and this girl I think her name was Ashlava? Emily….no, no…….Oh well She was in Stranga island on top of a volcano, someone made the stilly comment that there was a giant robot inside it. I being the scientist don’t see how this could logically be possible the gyro to hold up such a large behemoth must be huge in comparison to keep a normal biped robot on its feet. Much less do something stilly like climb out of a volcano, really come on!? People these days are watching too much anime, all this Gundam and Robot Dude and giant robot holy ninja with assault rifle nurse hentai….

So they said this guy Henry….wait no that’s not it…..heff….yeah this guy named Heff had this task force that sends you on some stupid crusade to go destroy this giant robot. I mean really how can this be!? I giant robot in a volcano how cliché, I’m thuroly convinced that the members of the SJS are nuts……Completely...

To solve such a mystery they posed a bunch of imposable theories across my path and I being the smart one shot them all down with flawless logical power. The Reason this whole idea of giant robots came about was when Walt Disney came about with the Mickey Mouse thing, Japanese animators made there own version of this. Now clearly copying and taking Mr. Disney’s idea they went overboard and sometimes during the late 1900’s they came out with Godzilla this ridicules story of a giant lizard that comes out of the sea and devastates Japan and fights other giant monsters. Well needless to say it was a hit. When things become popular it starts popular culture icons like Godzilla. Now some jerk though it would be funny to put some guy in a suit that looks like a robotic Godzilla. Now clearly the fabrication of the mind that made people think about Giant Robots.

So then anime as mention before started arising in popularity and this whole Giant Robot incident keep popping up and in my own opinion there compensating for being short. Well popularity started to spread like wiled fire and was imported into the US. Though the terrifying thought of a large robot that comes out of a volcano is a clear parody of Godzilla coming over the mountain in the first scene of Godzilla, Some Council members must have been board and started this ridicules fabrication of a Giant Robot coming out of a volcano when clearly the only reason as Ashvala stated closed off the top of a volcano, is to tap into its geothermal power. Now let’s go onto the high temperatures of building a giant robot in the vent of an active volcano, the temperature would be enough to melt armor or at least distort it over time. Heat agents metal over time damages its durability.

So lets put it this way There are no Giant Robots in any volcano’s, If there is its all just a council plot to scare everyone. Jesus ……

...Final note, I think that Pinball game in Pocket D has it out for me........


Consiquently its the one with the Giant robot on it.........

((for those of you who don’t know Chronology this is another more serious aspect of his past, I feel its necessary to …post this in light of some of his diverse thinking. For interest of Role Play the only person who knows this story is Eshva, or someone ease dropping, I just find it interesting trying to play someone who doses not balive in such a powerful word, just to have some different ideal other than my own its quite hard actually ^^;;;;;;…..))


Hope....

Crono sat in a chair, the room was quiet, silent. A cool draft came from under his door, the students passing by one by one after class. There objectives different, there thinking diverse. It was not till after the debate in English class that the memories raised from the back of his mind. Not like he forgot but just recalled. This was a story he would never forget…

The device he used this time was a digital recording device, his text device proved to be obsolete, his new one he could see his face the expressions it showed. Memories built people, experiences, opinions and being alone in the room was all he needed……

“There……” He composed himself his elbows resting on his knees and his hand’s grasping his chin. “There once…well I should go back…” his hand ran though his brown hair and his eyes moved from the eye of the recording device and then to the floor.

“I was on my Third assignment, I clearly recall this Dimension as D#303445. It was….a request of sorts from Millennium. She sent me there, knowing there was a lesion to be learned…and I knew this because this was already a documented dimension.” He took a breath and continued looking at the ground.

“This dimension was …. Trawling with war…it was everywhere. There was a town and this wasn’t a large town in one of the countries. Umm, it was a town of faith, there where happy people there, they didn’t seem affected by war at all. There was a fountain in the town square… grass, green tree’s, bistros, bakeries, shops, farms. There was a cathedral in the town it was a rather large cathedral decorated in a gothic architecture. Oh!” he gestured at the camera. “The stained glass windows where so, so breathtaking!” He leaned back into the chair “It was a very beautiful region, the people there where so hopeful, happy and they lived in a virtual utopia, no doubt about it.” He leaned back forward and looked at the floor. “One day out of the week the people of the town gathered in there cathedral, I too would join and listen to the preacher.”

“Now the preacher was a charismatic man. He picked a great part of the morning to preach. The service would take place and the sun would shine just right though the windows behind him. The morning sun was taken into account when building the cathedral; I know I was there for it.” He motioned with his hands as he talked adjusting his glasses and reinforced his words with his gestures. “The preacher would glow, it made him look “Devine”.” he chuckles a little. “Of corse this was all planed, but mixed with the charismatic speeches and the words of there lord he enchanted the people. He preached a lot about hope, and like the people needed more hope they ….they had there fair share of hardships, like many towns.”

Crono placed both of his palms on his knees and adjusted his seating “He would go on and on about salvation, and hopes, dreams and hopes. I myself on a few occasions found him very enchanting with his words.” He coughs and clears himself out. “Umm, There came a time and this was an interesting time where life started getting better, the harvest was particularly well off, and everyone seemed to be granted there hopes of a better harvest and wealth and happiness. Well it wasn’t to long where the war I mentioned before reached that town.” He took a moment and composed himself. “It was only a matter of time and the preacher knew this being a man of the cloth he really had absolute domain over the people. Not to say the people where not bright many of them had exceptional talents at what they did and there trade. The father however was exceptionally well at being a leader and he was the immanent domain over these people, acting as the mayor and spiritual leader everyone looked to. It was safe to say that he did and in fact knew everything that was going on in and around his town. Not sufficed to say he was a very powerful man and yes he was very aware of it.”

He leaned down into his hands and his palm caught his chin as he hunched in his chair “There was a morning at mass where Soldiers came.” He gestured with his fingers making a walking motion. “Like ants they marched side by side. They where so perfect in form, fit, trained battle machines. There steel was shiny and crisp as there uniforms. The people came from the church and gathered on the steps the father before them.” He gestures more taking a breath “The commander came out from his army and the father stepped forward and they meet in the middle by the fountain in the square. They both entered into dialog, nether side could hear what they said to each other. They both went on for a little bit but it escalated all of a sudden and they both broke away and the father shouted and raved about blastfamious army behind him.”

He sat back in his seat and he ran his fingers tough his brown hair once more. “The army marched away and it began. What you ask? War really it was so interesting the complexity of the situation, but it was a roadblock and if anyone knows about any military if there is a roadblock then you go though it, don’t stop. Well because of the way the war was, it’s important that this town burn…..there was no other way to say it… it had to burn and it would have to be destroyed and its people had to die. There was no question of right or wrong, it was all figures really. The opposing side would have to look at the price of the war after this incident and reassess its situation.” He composed himself once more disturbing himself at what he was saying “As the next day passed, the outlying farmers where being hung killed and murdered along with there families. Lynched, stood in front of a firing squad no last words not even a last prayer to there god. Just life then death, as the army neared the town as they days passed the towns people became more and more frightened. They turned to there god and looked up to the skis and said “Please! Save us, send us hope, send us prosperity!” they begged for salvation. The father during the last days, gathered everyone into the church during the last days of the conflict and as the town was being burnt and destroyed around them, they sat in there cathedral, its towering walls rumbled and stone fell form the roofs as thunderous explosions and screams from others could be herd.” He coughed and went on.

“They prayed and hoped for an end.” His voice was a little shaky at this point his eyes where down on the ground fixed on a square in the carpet pattern. “An end came, the people looked up and the glow from the alter was gone with the father, cinders and smoke rose and the cathedral came down around them. There temple killed them. The commander however laughed at the fact of how easy it was to destroy this one town, he was quite mad from the strain of knowing these people would not fight back but he was a soldier and his orders where clear.” He furiously pointed at the camera looking at it dead in the lenses. “AND THEY DID NOTHING!!!!” He shouted. “Nothing….absolutely nothing to save themselves, they wanted and prayed to a god that turned around and did nothing. No one that day was saved. Why? They did again…” Thrusting his finger out word in a powerful gesture “…Nothing to save themselves...they dident even run away.”

“They had guns they had pitchforks and axe’s, not one was raised. They relied on an entity that was not. They did nothing but hope…..” his hand came back down to his knee. “It wasn’t the screams. It wasn’t the crying from the children that I found disturbing…but once the smoke cleared and the last town member stood, the father. He and the commander shook hands and…and the army moved from the town.” He composed his jerkiness. “The idea of the dimension was to remove the word hope from my dictionary.” His voice raised "They could have defeated the army, losing a lot more than they had but they would have done something about it. That’s where the power came from, from in them and not there faith. They could of choose to live, to fight. No they just sat there and waited weakly, waiting for salvation to be dropped into there lap, to be spoon fed to them like a grown man who could not feed himself.”

A few moments of silence passed as he composed himself remembering the vivid images and memories that he witnessed. “I took my time and documented what I saw, and left. There where more places and similar events that can back this up, many scenarios and events that I have witnessed that fall here, but this being my first was quite possibly the most moving. Millennium asked me later why I dident do anything, I replyed. "Because Cronos will's us not to interfear with time" she smiled and kissed my forhead and said "Good boy, your one of the few that understands"...” He coughed placing his hand in front of his mouth in good etiquette and composed himself a bit more rubbing his eye.

“To this day….every time someone says “Hope” I remember this story as if it where a trigger word to my memories. It’s a weak word, and I will not use it in light of events from the past.” He sighs deeply and says looking down he reaches over to the device and it shuts off.

Lost my friken hat....To a woman.....

The device flickers on the screen showing crono Puhing up on the floor both legs intwined ballencing his body, his glasses off fully showing the odd rune under his eye.

"...So..." A pant "...I lost my..." goes down again and then back up "...Hat..." pant "...Today..."

He pushes down again and then flips up only his feet showing in the screen, he sits down yoga style on the floor reaching out and the camra flaots up to his face. Reddednd from the blood ruing to his had and sweat dripping from his forhead

"Ill get it back she gave me chance to rematch for final rights to the darn thing..." he sighs and breaths in and then out "... dont know why i enterd in such a silly bet in the first place. although diffrent from the other students she has something about her." his hand rubs his chin in thought " perhaps that date i wagered will help me find out more about her."

He layed back and started doing some sit ups one after another as fast as he could then stoping to make a comment. "Thoes dark powers really are something.." Down then up "Perhaps i sould of anticapated my inability to see abit more and packed a few more .." down then back up "..Yeah, next time ..." down then up again "Luckaly i carry with me a scanner ..'reaching out an pulling it from his vest pocket. "Combat data, always best to..." the sweat on his makes it slip and fall a small light and a puff of smoke "...know...your....foe......................Fuck..." the device flips off screen goes blank.

Duality


"Since my arivle in Paragon city there has always been a conflict with the rogue isles and there methids of goverment..."

Cron layed in his bed one of his legs crossed over the other bobbing slightly with his unlaced boot dangaling from his toe's. "...I admit I feel hostility towards villians and took it upon myself to show signes of prejidious and abit of hate after encountering villians in some of the zones that longbow designated under conflict...also certen people that I know of more directly" he said to himself "But after being there and seeing it first hand, my thoguhts have drasticly changed, its my falt for not being open minded enough to not find out for myself"

"The city awarded me a badge proclaming me a "Hero of the city"...however sometimes I dont feel like a hero at all. Truth justice...bah mostly fanticy, not everyone has it in them, one point or another the human sperit breaks and bends to the will of another. People are hurt lives are taken. Such is the way of life, as one of the timeless, why sould it matter to me that lives are taken people are killed. I mean time dosent matter to me I dont age ill never die from time spent here or there. However I did become atached to something.....rules are broken I probably will pay....then again I have come to the conclution that with conflict there is a nutral party. Therefor I will not side with one side nor the other...my aliegence lies with ...........I say it to myself as if I know where I stand in life. Dedicated to one cause to have another cause come up and there I am inbetween the man with all the time in the world and not sure how to spend what little time I do have with the ones I....."

Cron pauses for a moment. Gaseing at a old abit used card white and his picture stared back his sicurity level 01 was wirten on the card experation dates, his signiture, class barcodes and numbers that ment nothing to him. Behind it slid a black card. A rogue isles identificaiton card. Very new streamlined same in almost every way to the card that was issued by the city, the other by the aracnose.

"Its almost easy two easy for me to move around...I scare myself sometimes at my inate abilites, then I remeber sometimes that not everyone has had years of traning like I have had........suddenly I have found that there is more to this thing called life that just knowlage and power. all the time I spent watching them and studying there simmalarities and diffrences... common goles and diffrent conflicts. Only one stood out and gleamed."

He slid himself and placed his elbows on his knees both of the cards next to each other, sitting on the side of the bed.

"Abit of a shine, like when you scoop up some dirt in your hand sometimes theres one shard or peace of mineral that shines above all the rest....then you take the time with your large fingers to pick it out and separate it from the rest and take a moment sit back and enjoy the calrity of the moment the "ah" of its luster in the light"

Cron sliped both the cards with his name on each his picture one was older the other newer, onto his night stand. There was a paper crain that flapped its wings startaled by the interuption of its peace. Cron laied back down on his bed back into the same position he was in. The crain cocked its little paper head to its side then sat back down next to the cards.

"Then you lose that peace of the shard that reach into your very being and pull your attention from everything around you the peace where "Suddenly nothing else matterd"... falling back into the dirt...you could never find it, but how long would you serch for it till you found it again? Till the sun fell? Till the universe ended? Till you become old witherd and unable to move?"

The device shut off and crons mind went silent as he lost himself in thought. The crain sat there silently watching him head still cocked to its side.