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Who: Okay, deep breath: Cid, Shera, Reeve, Veld, Cloud, Aerith, Shalua, Kunsel, Kira, San, Zax, Vincent and Lucrecia. Open to the Yuffmeister and Vega also if ya wanted in.
When: Evening of Day 65. After this text from Tseng and also following Shalua text and Kunsel coming on board
Location: Gongaga, The Shera
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Shera has got it in her head that socialising is at least a temporary answer for Cid's current blues. A few turn into a number. The recipe to a perfect dinner party disaster? - just mix AVALANCHE, WRO and ex-/Shinra, with a splash of tea.
Reeve stretched his limbs gently in the evening air, hand swatting away a bug at his neck as he waited for entrance onto The Shera. He had spent far too long in Gongaga, and whilst he could be considered grateful for the assistance he had received in order to keep a hold upon his own mortal coil, bitterness lay in his mouth. He did not like to be indebted.
And now Sephiroth, again. Tseng knew of the potential dangers but had been characteristically insistent. As befit his line of work. Besides, really, what was to say the bullets - designed by Hojo and Scarlet, two of the best examples of virtue in the whole of blessed Gaia - would not have the desired attenuating effect? No harm in trying.
Reeve grimaced at the thought.
At least the dinner invitation had come at a good time, logistically. Not that it was not exactly easy to decline an invitation from Shera. It was frankly disturbing how persuasive that woman could be without realisation of her methods until it is too late. Perhaps Shera's unique form of quiet persuasion would have brought others on board as well. Avalanche, allies.
Additionally, Reeve had not seen Cid for quite some time and was looking forward to seeing the blonde Captain of the WRO airship division once again. Though, Shalua should be onboard too. The Commissioner suddenly shifted onto the balls of his feet and mulled over that fact, pensively.
[[OOC: wah this is bad. Oh well. Tag: Veld. ♥]]
When: Evening of Day 65. After this text from Tseng and also following Shalua text and Kunsel coming on board
Location: Gongaga, The Shera
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Shera has got it in her head that socialising is at least a temporary answer for Cid's current blues. A few turn into a number. The recipe to a perfect dinner party disaster? - just mix AVALANCHE, WRO and ex-/Shinra, with a splash of tea.
Reeve stretched his limbs gently in the evening air, hand swatting away a bug at his neck as he waited for entrance onto The Shera. He had spent far too long in Gongaga, and whilst he could be considered grateful for the assistance he had received in order to keep a hold upon his own mortal coil, bitterness lay in his mouth. He did not like to be indebted.
And now Sephiroth, again. Tseng knew of the potential dangers but had been characteristically insistent. As befit his line of work. Besides, really, what was to say the bullets - designed by Hojo and Scarlet, two of the best examples of virtue in the whole of blessed Gaia - would not have the desired attenuating effect? No harm in trying.
Reeve grimaced at the thought.
At least the dinner invitation had come at a good time, logistically. Not that it was not exactly easy to decline an invitation from Shera. It was frankly disturbing how persuasive that woman could be without realisation of her methods until it is too late. Perhaps Shera's unique form of quiet persuasion would have brought others on board as well. Avalanche, allies.
Additionally, Reeve had not seen Cid for quite some time and was looking forward to seeing the blonde Captain of the WRO airship division once again. Though, Shalua should be onboard too. The Commissioner suddenly shifted onto the balls of his feet and mulled over that fact, pensively.
[[OOC: wah this is bad. Oh well. Tag: Veld. ♥]]