[Sephiroth would barely have the context to understand that a large corporation, in possession of a standing army, is a strange concept. On Gaia, it was the norm — the only real military force was owned by Shinra. That was the reality, for as long as he could remember. And so, no further explanation comes, though he isn’t particularly keen on lingering on the topic of the company, anyhow.]
Follow me. [He says, striding forward towards the entrance. The doors slide open as they approach.
The lobby itself is huge, with slick floors and bright lights that reflect off of every surface. It is, also, very much empty, which is how Sephiroth prefers to keep it. Yet Ciri will barely have time to appreciate the corporate-clean, straight-edged view, before a strange sound reverberates through the space. It sounds like… a wark!
Bounding down one set of stairs comes a large, fluffy-feathered bird. That on its own might be a novel sight, but its plumage is also a very… bright green?
Once it reaches the lobby floor proper, it strides over to Ciri, looking down at her and quirking its head. Sephiroth stands next to her, arms crossed.]
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Follow me. [He says, striding forward towards the entrance. The doors slide open as they approach.
The lobby itself is huge, with slick floors and bright lights that reflect off of every surface. It is, also, very much empty, which is how Sephiroth prefers to keep it. Yet Ciri will barely have time to appreciate the corporate-clean, straight-edged view, before a strange sound reverberates through the space. It sounds like… a wark!
Bounding down one set of stairs comes a large, fluffy-feathered bird. That on its own might be a novel sight, but its plumage is also a very… bright green?
Once it reaches the lobby floor proper, it strides over to Ciri, looking down at her and quirking its head. Sephiroth stands next to her, arms crossed.]
This is a chocobo. A green one, too.