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Jul 13, 2011 16:10

 Sephiroth was jolted awake by a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"General?" Whoever it was, they looked concerned. For him? That was odd.

"Where--?" He looked around. Oh. Right. The inside of the sleek private jet Shinra kept for its Generals. His assistant standing over him with a clipboard in hand. They were taxiing away from the Midgar terminal, he could hear the helicopter he'd taken before getting on the G650 past the low hum of the plane's engines.

He looked down at himself. Military parade dress. Right, negotiations in Wutai. He felt like he'd been dreaming for...a long time. Such strange dreams. He lifted a gloved hand to ward his assistant off. "I'm fine," he said, trying to shake himself from his slight daze. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so disorientated.

He looked out the window, eyebrows drawing down a little. Strange. Strange indeed.

(Here, have a sane Sephiroth. Males and females welcome! Who you are on this flight is up to the mun! Assistant, flight attendant, fellow General, soldier, dignitary, pilot, stow away or whatever you can think of. Preferences are in journal.

Status: mun is currently sleeping <3)  

pairing: m/*, series: final fantasy vii compilation

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