[The Shinra building, or at least the one he's fashioned for himself in his domain, is a tall and intimidating structure, always swathed in night. There are no stars hanging above, the sky constantly clogged a faint, lurid green haze of excess Mako clinging to the heart of Midgar, but the building itself is well-lit enough to make up for it, even from the outside. It is all glass and steel and corporate shine; and yet it is also a show of military power, as armored vehicles emerge from the underground parking garage entrance at the side of the building, driving down to the nearby highway access road and disappearing at the edges of his domain, helmed by faceless drivers.
He is not so awkward a host to leave her there, waiting, nor does he leave her waiting for long. The entrance doors slide open with an automated hiss, and Sephiroth steps out to meet her. As always in this place, he opts to wear what is familiar to him -- his SOLDIER 1st class uniform, certainly unlike anything he's ever been given in Cadens, though he does not keep his old sword at his side in the Horizon. There's no need.]
You're overdue for a visit.
[Despite the starkness of their surroundings--of himself--he says it with a smile.]
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He is not so awkward a host to leave her there, waiting, nor does he leave her waiting for long. The entrance doors slide open with an automated hiss, and Sephiroth steps out to meet her. As always in this place, he opts to wear what is familiar to him -- his SOLDIER 1st class uniform, certainly unlike anything he's ever been given in Cadens, though he does not keep his old sword at his side in the Horizon. There's no need.]
You're overdue for a visit.
[Despite the starkness of their surroundings--of himself--he says it with a smile.]