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[This must be some cruel joke the universe is playing on him, because the presidential office-- his office, the one he hadn't even gotten to step foot into as President of Shinra Company, is exactly as he remembers it from when his father was in charge.

He hasn't even been here a week.  The blond president  had gotten out of the Macalania woods thanks to Tseng, met with the Turks... Tried to understand and come to terms with what had happened. Apparently he could be returned to where he should be at any moment, so he this was just a temporary setback. He'd never had a problem with waiting only a little while if it meant he got what he wanted.

And now he was here. Being taunted by a strange world dangling the prize he had just achieved then lost once more in front of his face]

[The mognet clicks on.]

Turks, if you're wondering where I am, I'm in... [he gives a wry smile] my office.

I'd appreciate it if I was not bothered by anyone for a short while, unless it is important.

[With that, he turns the mognet off and paces carefully over to the large mahogany desk, reaching out to run his fingers across its smooth surface.]

[[ooc: Anyone in Midgar can feel free to barge in or call him.]]

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[tinymakoaddict.livejournal.com]

[Action] /sliding in here, no need to tag if you think its too old guys <3

[thishealingwind.livejournal.com]

[Trying to make her way into Hojo's lab had proven to be a bit...daunting for her. It was one thing to be dragged and imprisoned there, as well as to be accompanied by friends. But to willingly go there, alone, when Sephiroth might be nearby? She had eventually given up and tried the higher areas of the tall building. At the very least she could meet up with Shelke, and no longer be alone in the deserted shell of a building.]

[Up ahead, she heard voices. One was Shelke's and the other was...intensely familiar. Aerith headed up the stairs, peering into the next room.]

Who's there?