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Jan. 24th, 2011 04:21 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
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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.]]
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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Date: 2011-01-31 05:14 pm (UTC)Shelke did?
[She glances over at the girl, moving to her side. Without hesitating, she hand reaches up to cup the side of her face, her thumb sliding across her forehead.]
You're pale. [And Aerith is worried.] Are you okay?
[Files come later. The girl's health is infinitely more important.]
[Hesitating, she glances over her shoulder at Rufus. He'd pulled her out? Possibly helped her. Aerith isn't sure how to respond, so she goes with:] ...Thank you.
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Date: 2011-02-01 06:50 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2011-02-02 01:20 am (UTC)I will be fine, I am just a bit...shaken. The machine was reluctant to accent my interface, this may have simply been...a feedback issue.
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Date: 2011-02-02 01:49 am (UTC)The girl's forehead was a bit cooler than normal, but she seemed okay, if only a bit shaky on her feet.]
Your...interface?
[Color her confused.]
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Date: 2011-02-02 10:03 am (UTC)Ms. Shelke here has the ability to mentally enter computers via her SND, Synaptic Net Drive abilities.
Did you think I'd forgotten? It merely took a bit to remember the full details, as you did disappear nearly 5 years ago. We can't all have the memory of a computer, Ms. Shelke.