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...and how long has it been. I must admit, I had my doubts whether you'd ever turn my way again. But, now that I have your attention once more, allow me to express my gratitude for it, mostly because listening to the others and their infernal caterwauling became more than irritating months ago. And I will candidly admit that it was only my regard for you, our voice, that any of them escaped a sound trouncing.

Yet I digress. We've business to attend, hm? Why else would you call for me? Or perhaps it's simply nostalgia, a longing for what once was-ah, the glory days indeed. But let us not look behind, we've survived trial and tribulation and emerged while not unscathed, but triumphant, wiser and tempered--

--yes, I know I'm waxing poetic, it's been almost a year since you've bloody well listened, woman.

Back to work, then. Such suits me fine; I'm more than ready for it. Give me a direction, and let's go.

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[General, you will be glad to know he is holding himself back from jumping you in a hug. For the moment. Doesn't keep him from grinning ear to ear, though. Someone's missed you quite terribly.]

Did you seriously not kick their butts, Seph? You feeling okay?

[Never ever change, Zack Fair. Never.]

I'm fine, thank you. A few well-placed glares kept down most of the noise, actually.

[It's all right, pup. Have a hair ruffle just on principle. Gods know how he's missed you.]

[Of course he won't change. Why would he go and do a thing like that, anyway?]

Surprised it didn't make them shut up for good. One of those glares could make a dragon shut up.

[Okay maybe he's over exaggerating but dammit he's happy now. Happy enough that he doesn't even protest that hair ruffle and will be going in for the hug. Or rather, the squeeze. Gaia, he's missed you too, Sephiroth.]

[Good.]

...thank you. --I think.

[That's all right. He'll indulge you this one time and return it. Thank the gods SOLDIERs have tough ribcages, hm?]

[Oh, thank all the gods in any and all realms for tough ribcages. Those squeezes would have broken lesser men, but not these two. Doesn't last long enough to do that, really; Zack does know how his General is with personal contact, so he'll just pull away after a moment. It's enough to know he's okay.]

So, think you're heading back to the old place? 'Cause I remember you saying you had enough of dreams to last you a lifetime.

And then some. [A slight sigh.] But you know how she is. Particularly when she gets an idea in her head and it's allowed to take root.

Yeah, I remember that too. [big sigh.] At least you'll have good company? I'm probably headed that way, too.

I'd been hoping so. And I couldn't ask for better, particularly in such a place.

You sure about that? I might actually burn down the kitchen this time. [Smirk. He's just playing, because he knows they could use some levity right now.]

No, you won't, because you'll be barred from the kitchen indefinitely.

Even if you order me to make that lasagna again? Or if I order takeout and it's got to go in the fridge? Pretty sure you don't want rotting food on the table, man.

[Oh-so-dryly:] I'll manage.

Your mun must not be too terrible if you actually want her attention.

I never said she was. We have a reasonable working relationship; it never ceases to amaze me how many others do not.

Mine varies. She likes to embarrass me or make me talk to people I'm scared of sometimes. [ She's scared of Sephiroth but, she can be calm enough when he seems to be at a point where he's sane. ]

Well, the latter I can approve, the former simply speaks to a lack of decent character. [This, coming from Sephiroth, smacks of irony, but the soldier in him frowns upon such juvenile behavior.]

But embarrassing situations happen to most people occasionally. It would be unrealistic for the muns to avoid making us go through them all the time. [ She doesn't believe even Sephiroth could have been completely free of embarrassing situations in his life. ] She's getting better at not forcing them at least.

[He...generally ignores them, and they get tired, give up and go away.]

But her taking enjoyment out of your uncomfortableness is hardly meritable.

Most muns take some amount of enjoyment from their muses' discomfort. As long as she doesn't think it's funny when I get hurt it's not so bad.

Mm. Whatever works for you, I suppose. We each have different standards at which to adhere.

(You look awfully familiar.

Have a curious elf listening to your every word, Sephiroth. He's very attentive.)

[He gets that a lot. And doesn't mind; he's used to being the center of all the attention, even if he privately loathes it.]

Yes?

(He should feel pretty special in this case. Nuada doesn't care for humans in any shape or form. But Sephiroth doesn't look like a human, so he gets the utmost politeness and respect.)

I've forgotten my manners. I am Prince Nuada.

[Well, Sephiroth doesn't really care for most other life forms either, so they're alike in that respect. Still, manners of ShinRa's Elite aren't taken lightly, thus he inclines his head politely.]

My pleasure, your Highness. Sephiroth, General of ShinRa. [As succinct as the title could be. It's weight was heavy, after all.]

ShinRa? (Admitting he has no idea what or where ShinRa is located would be rude. Especially for someone of his pedigree.) A fellow soldier. (That is something he can understand. Easily.) The pleasure is mine.

[Yeah, it's involved. But a summary will hopefully suffice.]

A powerful Corporation of my homeland. Employing its own private legions. [Enough said, pray.]

A fellow soldier, indeed. [One which loathed his own hubris.] To what do I owe the honor, Prince?

That knowledge is good to have. (He won't press. Thanks to his curiosity - and clear adoration - of anything that's not a human, he knows better than to press for more information. Particularly of the type he can't use in his world.) You do not favor those I have been surrounded by recently. It is like a breath of fresh air.

Oh? [A curious eyebrow goes up. If this Prince was looking for diversity, he'd sure picked a good one. Sephiroth's genetics were very near perfect, save for one little demonic hitch, which, thankfully, slumbered very quietly away in the back of his head. Mother, she called herself.] My sympathies, then.

It will be finished soon enough. (Speaking of demonic drives, this one has one too. All humans must die, don't you know? They're the reason for so many ills.) I can be patient.

A sterling virtue, indeed.

[Sephiroth has little need to "wipe clean the Planet" ~~yet~~. But that doesn't mean he hasn't at least considered the idea. Usually during the course of profound irritation with some imbecilic idiot or two.]

The humans bring it upon themselves. (He picks up his spear and holds it out - yet the tip is not facing Sephiroth.) I myself shall cut through them.

And are you appointed jury and executioner? [A mild question, almost deceptively so.]

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