Kadaj gritted his teeth, his hands curling into fists. Hologram?! Did the man know nothing? Utterly furious now and without any way to vent it, he ground out, "A hologram? I have nothing electronic on me-- look." He held out his arms out, turning on the spot. It really was impossible for him to be carrying anything on leather that tight, except for maybe his journal, which he dug out again and offered for Sephiroth's inspection. "Here-- this is all I have. Think it's possible to project a hologram with this? Especially one so powerful? Besides, I don't know if you could tell, but that energy was anything but electricity or whatever else would power a hologram. Face it, Sephiroth: that was real."
His vehemence left him abruptly, and he looked down to the journal in his hand with an almost forlorn expression. "Won't you join us?" he asked quietly, frozen in place for the moment. "Mother is waiting, you know-- she'd want her favorite son to attend the Reunion. It'd be much more meaningful if it were you instead of me. Even though I work so hard for her, it's you she wants."
He looked back up again, tilting his head slightly as he thought of something. "Why don't we go together? Not to the Reunion just yet, but to the President. We're both going to go see him anyway, so we might as well save some time. He's a very busy man after all." Quite the opposite, really. Kadaj knew for a fact that all Rufus had preoccupying him at the moment were his rather troublesome Turks and making his way to Sephiroth before he did. Judging by the fact that the President was nowhere to be seen and Sephiroth was right in front of him... this was just another victory for Mother. He smiled widely, unable to keep his pleasure at these thoughts off of his expression.
"So, how much time do I have now? We can move this conversation if you like-- I wouldn't dare keep someone like you away from his work... not for too long, at least." He'd bother with trying to figure out more ways to convince Sephiroth after he was completely sure the man wouldn't leave without him. Anything else would constitute failure.
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His vehemence left him abruptly, and he looked down to the journal in his hand with an almost forlorn expression. "Won't you join us?" he asked quietly, frozen in place for the moment. "Mother is waiting, you know-- she'd want her favorite son to attend the Reunion. It'd be much more meaningful if it were you instead of me. Even though I work so hard for her, it's you she wants."
He looked back up again, tilting his head slightly as he thought of something. "Why don't we go together? Not to the Reunion just yet, but to the President. We're both going to go see him anyway, so we might as well save some time. He's a very busy man after all." Quite the opposite, really. Kadaj knew for a fact that all Rufus had preoccupying him at the moment were his rather troublesome Turks and making his way to Sephiroth before he did. Judging by the fact that the President was nowhere to be seen and Sephiroth was right in front of him... this was just another victory for Mother. He smiled widely, unable to keep his pleasure at these thoughts off of his expression.
"So, how much time do I have now? We can move this conversation if you like-- I wouldn't dare keep someone like you away from his work... not for too long, at least." He'd bother with trying to figure out more ways to convince Sephiroth after he was completely sure the man wouldn't leave without him. Anything else would constitute failure.