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*Aerith sits at her window, curled up with her hair floating loose almost to the floor. The voices of the Planet are clamoring at her, and she can't sort it all out...*
*...but one thing is very, very clear. Something big is about to happen, and it's all centered around Jenova. Aerith fiddles with her pager, brow set in stubborn concentration ( Read more... )
*...but one thing is very, very clear. Something big is about to happen, and it's all centered around Jenova. Aerith fiddles with her pager, brow set in stubborn concentration ( Read more... )
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I'm coming. Don't start without me.
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She gathers her staff and her White Materia, and pulls her hair back in a ponytail - no time to braid it. She snatches a piece of paper from her desk, scratches out a note, folds it, and scratches on it again, then leaves it on her bed.
Mom - if I don't come back, it reads.
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