[It is some time after things have returned to what passes for "normal" around here: the Mirrors are back behind the mirrors, people have stopped randomly spouting the truth, and nothing too overly drastic seems to have occurred. The hour is midday, and Sephiroth is ordering his thought much as he would have back in his office in Midgar.
The first order of business is one SOLDIER Second; Sephiroth had been pleased with Kunsel's performance when they were stuck in the mirrored landscape. He wishes to follow up with that now.]
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OOC: Disregard!
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The first order of business is one SOLDIER Second; Sephiroth had been pleased with Kunsel's performance when they were stuck in the mirrored landscape. He wishes to follow up with that now.]
Kunsel, a word when you have a moment.
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