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[scientific_god]

Who: Crescent, Hojo and Kiribani, Reno.
Where: Shin-ra Labs
When: 2 weeks after their original meeting (starting in advance since the log might take a while to complete)
What: Basic "treatment"
Warnings: Reno language, Possible weirdness since this IS Hojo we are talking about, but most of the warning is for Reno's language. *nods*

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[crimsonego]

And wait he did... since the young Turk had so kindly decided to go for the traditional Reno Kiribani manner of dealing with appointments and the like and, well, not turn up on time.

Forty-eight minutes later, if Hojo was keeping count, the boy finally turned up... strolling in in that strutting carefree manner that quite obviously didn't say, 'I'm so very sorry, Professor Hojo, sir, but I appear to be late, please accept my humble apologies and I'll make sure it never happens again'.

Hell, he had a reputation to keep up, right? And be~sides... he had a damn good excuse this time! Ha! Never thought he'd ever choose to stay in his office and work on that fucking paperwork over anything else, but hey, he'd proved himself wrong

[scientific_god]

Hojo really did not worry that the boy was late, in fact he barely noticed the time go, he was so absorbed in his work.

"Sorry I'm late, yo,"

"Late? Oh? Where you?" Hojo shrugged slightly, "I had not realised it was getting so late."

Eyes narrowed as he assessed the boy walking in, yes, at least the boy was sober, that would make it pleasant, and well, he could consider the after effects of the potion as punishment for being late. Perfect.

"Now... just sit there please." He gestured to the seat, picking up a small vial with a yellowey orange liquid in it.

[crimsonego]

Lazily, the boy dropped into the offered up seat, crossing one leg over the other and idly biting at one nail. However, his face twisted in revulsion and a general sense of WTF-ness as he saw the yellow liquid inside the vial the professor had selected.

"Erm... gee, thanks man, an' I totally appreciate th' offer 'n all... but I really don' wanna see one 'a yer samples, thanks..."

Hojo pee. Ew. That was enough to make him wanna throw up, right there.

[scientific_god]

"Pointless being insolent boy, this is merely the strength enhancer I was telling you about." Hojo shrugged indolently, apparently the wisecrack had Not hit target as well as it should have. Then again, Hojo knew some things that Reno didn't. Well... not yet.

He handed the vial to Reno with what appeared to be a complacent grin.

"Drink. Unless you prefer it to be given in another not so pleasant form."

Oh this would be fun to watch.

The liquid itself would not taste that nice, Hojo had seen no reason to sweeten it for this insolent brat of a childish Turk. Not that it would make the boy throw up, although it might just give him the sensation of Wanting to for a few brief seconds after finishing it.

[crimsonego]

Glowing blue eyes stared at the vial, and he sighed to himself. Oh, man. Drink it? He just had to crack that pee joke, didn't he...?

Seriously, yo. How the fuck was he s'posed to drink something he'd convinced himself originated in the slimy professor's bladder???

Swirling it around a bit, he frowned... glancing up at the man. Hooo, boy, fuck. This was just fuck'n peachy.

"It ain' toxic, izzit?" he asked, even as he drew it to his lips, and inhaled the tiniest of sips, barely letting the tip of his tongue touch the fluid itself... and wrenching away in complete and utter revulsion, gasping out loud at the taste.

"FUCK!! The fuck izzat shit?!"

He coughed a little, and shuddered. Ugh, man... seriously... this was just beyond fucking cruel. He was almost wishing he would just get a shot.

...

Almost. Not quite.

[scientific_god]

Hojo was suppressing a grin, he knew exactly what was going on in the Turks head now, and it filled him with mirth that the boy had to do what he was told for once

[crimsonego]

Ohhhhhh, man... like he had much of a fuck'n choice...

With an overexaggerated sigh of preparation, he took a deep breath... and flung the vial back, throwing the liquid straight to the back of his throat, where he swallowed, firmly, not caring that he almost choked it back up on the way down from the jerky movements of his head and neck. Coughing, he winced, shuddering violently in response to the bitter revolting taste, the scent of which could only be compared to Shin-Ra lavs in the mornings or real late at night, the taste of which was making his eyes water and his mouth burn.

... Fuck. Ugh! That was jus' fuck'n nastyShuddering again, he tossed the vial back onto the desk Hojo had selected it from, and twitched just a little. In his stomach, the liquid began to bubble somewhat, and he retched, wondering if he might burp... feeling like his stomach and chest were filling with air, jaw stretching wide to try and belch it out

[scientific_god]

Oh. Pain as well by the looks of it. Fascinating. Hojo was watching intensely

[crimsonego]

"Half hourAnother retch cut him off, and he doubled over, violently, slender hands clawing at his stomach and chest, tugging at the baggy white shirt that suddenly felt like it was crushing his chest. However, despite the violent heaving, nothing actually exited his stomach through the undesired path it seemed to be wanting to take

[scientific_god]

"hmm.. Give or take a few minutes that is.." Hojo was barely even looking at the unfortunate young man any longer, too busy scribbling notes in his book to be worried about a man who currently had the strength of a newborn in this state.

Later he would have to be more careful of course, but then by later the red head should Realise the benefits of said medication.

"You are going to have to have patience my boy. Yes? It will take time for your body to become adjusted to its new limits... much improved upon your old ones I assure you."

Putting the book down to walk over to the young Turk, a look of, could that be amusement? on the older mans face.

"Within about five more minutes you should find standing a little easier.. although I would advise you take it easy for the prescribed half an hour. Yes... I think that would be a good idea."

He had almost reached the younger man when he turned his back again, walking, arms behind his back folded into themselves, towards his desk.

"Yes.. that should suffice quite nicely I believe.."

[crimsonego]

All his weight was on the chair, and he was wheezing, slightly... stomach gurgling and growling uncomfortably with the retching sensation that continued to plague him, making him want to just hurl his guts all over Hojo's clean tiled floor.

Heh... well, that'd be a turn up, wouldn't it?

Five minutes... ngh... okay... five minutes, he could do that... ngh... right?

Leaning over the chair, he waited for a few moments, before drawing himself up, fighting the fact that his legs felt like jelly to stand there, refusing to sit again.

He threw the scientist a cocky smirk, despite the rising feeling in his stomach, and snickered.

"Take it easy? Wha... whatcha talkin' 'bout, 'fessor? I'm havin' the time 'a my life."

[scientific_god]

"I am so pleased to hear you say that Mr Kiribani." Hojo smirked slightly taking his own time to look back over at the other