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Who: Reeve, Aerith
Status: Open
When: 3:10 PM
Where: Seventh Heaven
What: Add two more to the list of those making the pilgrimage to Seventh Heaven to see Aerith.
He moved from place to place to place, never stopping for a breather- from the newspaper interview (and oh Gaia did he ever hope that wouldn't backfire) to the finance meeting to a teleconference with the Junon outpost and police force to a meeting with the WRO troops on the training grounds. Questions to be answered, people to reassure, alliances to be made. Always moving, never pausing.
At least, not until he was in front of Seventh Heaven.
Reeve hadn't been sure how to approach the whole thing, so he'd gone as he normally did, in the long blue signature coat, the bulletproof sedan, every bit the president of the WRO. Except he didn't feel like it. Somehow he felt rather small and... nervous, standing on the threshold with one hand not quite touching the door. Cait, beside him, was lashing his tail impatiently. Even though he was the second model, he retained much of the memories and lifeforce of the first. And Aerith had trusted him. Trusted him to die (but did they even know he was capable of death?) to help them.
And Reeve, who'd been among those at the top of the ShinRa corporate ladder, standing by and letting so much happen without ever moving to stop it. Suddenly he felt foolish, standing there. A tiny kick at his shin- Cait was fed up with waiting- and he hesitantly pushed the door open, taking a step inside. "... er... hello? Tifa? Cloud? ... anyone?"
Status: Open
When: 3:10 PM
Where: Seventh Heaven
What: Add two more to the list of those making the pilgrimage to Seventh Heaven to see Aerith.
He moved from place to place to place, never stopping for a breather- from the newspaper interview (and oh Gaia did he ever hope that wouldn't backfire) to the finance meeting to a teleconference with the Junon outpost and police force to a meeting with the WRO troops on the training grounds. Questions to be answered, people to reassure, alliances to be made. Always moving, never pausing.
At least, not until he was in front of Seventh Heaven.
Reeve hadn't been sure how to approach the whole thing, so he'd gone as he normally did, in the long blue signature coat, the bulletproof sedan, every bit the president of the WRO. Except he didn't feel like it. Somehow he felt rather small and... nervous, standing on the threshold with one hand not quite touching the door. Cait, beside him, was lashing his tail impatiently. Even though he was the second model, he retained much of the memories and lifeforce of the first. And Aerith had trusted him. Trusted him to die (but did they even know he was capable of death?) to help them.
And Reeve, who'd been among those at the top of the ShinRa corporate ladder, standing by and letting so much happen without ever moving to stop it. Suddenly he felt foolish, standing there. A tiny kick at his shin- Cait was fed up with waiting- and he hesitantly pushed the door open, taking a step inside. "... er... hello? Tifa? Cloud? ... anyone?"