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Who Denzel and MOJO JOJO Hojo.
Where Shinra. Hojo's Secret Lair.
When Midday.
Why Because Hojo needs an assissant?
Warnings Hojo, For creating the PowerPuff SOLDIERS. and Cursing.
The walk to Shinra's Empire had been a long yet short one hands grasping the inside ofhis pockets and head bowed on occassion, taking in the scene of the crowds along each street corner, till celebrating the previous festivities of that peanut event, the sun was hanging high in the sky of a mingled grey blue; an indication of the pollution populating the city, blocked by thick white clouds that seemed to pass by in a hurry, like time was willing to go even faster now. When he didn't want it to, in fact half-heartedly he kept hoping for some major event to happen that would end this little journey.
It was funny. When you were anticipating something, it seemed like all the time in the world couldn't bring it to you faster but once it was there...somehow, he just wanted this day to go away...disappear. Why the hell was he so nervous? He never got nervous. Though he knew there was a major fact in this case of the heebee jeebees;he'd never been offered a job especially by someone who's head
of a major science department... in a rumored corrupted company at that.
Maybe...it just seems a little shady...Mean... Why would this guy ask me? That was something he had been asking himself the last few weeks, but he didn't know Professor Hojo, so he didn't expect this was some kind of pity...not like the way Miss Lockhart had offered him a job; it was a good offer but there was a feeling that he'd be making it on his own heat, not just handed to him... least he hoped not.
The time passed like a overhead grandfather clock gonging inside his head like the loudest racket there could be made, eyes alarmed to the sight of the large black and silver gates that stood over ten feet tall, the lining curves of embodied accent of the company's red, gold and silver logo sleekly designed into the locked gate and the curving spiral of harsh yet elegant vines and leaves placed well above the hard triangular pointed edges, there was no doubt artistic ability had been hired for that... he got lost in the design, admiring it before he realised there were two dark blue dressed SOLDIERS standing at either side, not only had seeing them made him stop gazing but he realised how dark and forboding the gates were, how just beyond them there was a building that seemed even more sinister, even though the sky had a bluish tint; with the dark empire as a background, his imagination could see the forwarding of dark grey clouds filled with wicked lightning compressing and thundering over head accompanyed by crazy
insane laughter.
Like in the children's tales of scientists gone mad; wrecking havoc with their twisted and cruel natured experiments; creating things that shouldn't be created and calling themselves before gods to reannounce their faith.
"Hey you, kid. Scram," There was a smartass voice to his left, cracked like the guy had been smoking a pipe for two hours straight coming along with a harsh cough; once more snapped from his mind, he turned to look at the man blinking, almost as if he had forgotten he was here.
Denzel opened his mouth to retort once the comment had connected with his brain; face faultering with what looked like defiance before snapping his lips shut with a chomp of the teeth; rubbing the back of his neck there was a grin on his face. "Believe it or not man...I'm here to see...Professor Hojo...Crescent," he replied, tilting his head at the man for a moment; it had taken a second to remember the Professor's last name.
Suddenly there was a burst of laughter that made Denzel's head fuzz with aggravation, both of the guards had looked at each other, laughing lowly then into full raged laughter; the men fell to the fucking ground, kicking their feet and hollaring.
What a bunch of pricks...
"What the hell's so funny!? I'm serious!," Denzel snapped giving his grr face which only threw the men into more spasms of the laughing, growing more irritated by the moment; there was a temptation to turn away, to say fuck it with this job interview crap.
Both got back to their feet, swords and other weaponary jangling.
"Yeah, O-Kay Kiddo. You're here to see the Professor. He invite you for cake and icecream?," The guard to his right snickered opening the black tinted visor of his helmet, deep glassy blue eyes smouldering unnaturally with the man leaning forward with a jeer smirking, Denzel could smell the hot stinking tabacco breath rolling from his mouth,
"Yeah...," Denzel drawed, crossing his arms before hehing; eyes narrowed what he hoped was dangerous. "Infact! Butterscotch icecream with marble cake. Just let me the hell in. He's expecting me," he smarted off jerking his head to the side but it seemed hopeless when they were laughing at him. He guessed the big burly grey coat he wore didn't help in making him appear older at all, not one stupid bit.
"I don't know WHAT you're up to, but if this has to do with one of those lower class groups, you'll lose your head," The left guard replied, still chuckling to himself every now and then. "Go on. Get out of here, let yourself live before you go on dieing for stupidity."
Denzel stared before throwing his hands in the air; eye twitching a little. "JUST LET ME THE FUCK IN MAN. HE'S EXPECTING ME. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT!? THIS ISN'T SOME GODDAMN JOKE!," he shouted with a spazz fit, breathing hard, gnawing at the inside of his cheek before finding composure with a sigh... both of them just looked on blinking and unblinking. Allowing his hands to drop he spoke. "...Please. I wouldn't bother with your dumb haunted castle if I didn't have to."
They looked at each other again, cocking eyebrows before shrugging. "Presistent. Eh... Tell ya what, just so we can laugh your little ass outta here. I'll go have somone see if the Professor is really expecting you, cause we ain't even allowed to see the crazy bastard," The SOLDIER guard threw his sword intow over his shoulder, doing something weird to the gate for it to open and shutting it behind him as he disappeared.
The other guard stared at Denzel, sneering. "Surprised they haven't carted you off with the royal decree."
"...Surprised no one's tried to wash your crater face with acid," Denzel retorted snapping his head forward with the both of them glaring at one another; as he waited for a sign that this whole job interview wasn't a joke; last thing he wanted after that, WAS to be laughed off the premises.
It'd be a blow to the pride if he ever heard of one.
Where Shinra. Hojo's Secret Lair.
When Midday.
Why Because Hojo needs an assissant?
Warnings Hojo, For creating the PowerPuff SOLDIERS. and Cursing.
The walk to Shinra's Empire had been a long yet short one hands grasping the inside ofhis pockets and head bowed on occassion, taking in the scene of the crowds along each street corner, till celebrating the previous festivities of that peanut event, the sun was hanging high in the sky of a mingled grey blue; an indication of the pollution populating the city, blocked by thick white clouds that seemed to pass by in a hurry, like time was willing to go even faster now. When he didn't want it to, in fact half-heartedly he kept hoping for some major event to happen that would end this little journey.
It was funny. When you were anticipating something, it seemed like all the time in the world couldn't bring it to you faster but once it was there...somehow, he just wanted this day to go away...disappear. Why the hell was he so nervous? He never got nervous. Though he knew there was a major fact in this case of the heebee jeebees;he'd never been offered a job especially by someone who's head
of a major science department... in a rumored corrupted company at that.
Maybe...it just seems a little shady...Mean... Why would this guy ask me? That was something he had been asking himself the last few weeks, but he didn't know Professor Hojo, so he didn't expect this was some kind of pity...not like the way Miss Lockhart had offered him a job; it was a good offer but there was a feeling that he'd be making it on his own heat, not just handed to him... least he hoped not.
The time passed like a overhead grandfather clock gonging inside his head like the loudest racket there could be made, eyes alarmed to the sight of the large black and silver gates that stood over ten feet tall, the lining curves of embodied accent of the company's red, gold and silver logo sleekly designed into the locked gate and the curving spiral of harsh yet elegant vines and leaves placed well above the hard triangular pointed edges, there was no doubt artistic ability had been hired for that... he got lost in the design, admiring it before he realised there were two dark blue dressed SOLDIERS standing at either side, not only had seeing them made him stop gazing but he realised how dark and forboding the gates were, how just beyond them there was a building that seemed even more sinister, even though the sky had a bluish tint; with the dark empire as a background, his imagination could see the forwarding of dark grey clouds filled with wicked lightning compressing and thundering over head accompanyed by crazy
insane laughter.
Like in the children's tales of scientists gone mad; wrecking havoc with their twisted and cruel natured experiments; creating things that shouldn't be created and calling themselves before gods to reannounce their faith.
"Hey you, kid. Scram," There was a smartass voice to his left, cracked like the guy had been smoking a pipe for two hours straight coming along with a harsh cough; once more snapped from his mind, he turned to look at the man blinking, almost as if he had forgotten he was here.
Denzel opened his mouth to retort once the comment had connected with his brain; face faultering with what looked like defiance before snapping his lips shut with a chomp of the teeth; rubbing the back of his neck there was a grin on his face. "Believe it or not man...I'm here to see...Professor Hojo...Crescent," he replied, tilting his head at the man for a moment; it had taken a second to remember the Professor's last name.
Suddenly there was a burst of laughter that made Denzel's head fuzz with aggravation, both of the guards had looked at each other, laughing lowly then into full raged laughter; the men fell to the fucking ground, kicking their feet and hollaring.
What a bunch of pricks...
"What the hell's so funny!? I'm serious!," Denzel snapped giving his grr face which only threw the men into more spasms of the laughing, growing more irritated by the moment; there was a temptation to turn away, to say fuck it with this job interview crap.
Both got back to their feet, swords and other weaponary jangling.
"Yeah, O-Kay Kiddo. You're here to see the Professor. He invite you for cake and icecream?," The guard to his right snickered opening the black tinted visor of his helmet, deep glassy blue eyes smouldering unnaturally with the man leaning forward with a jeer smirking, Denzel could smell the hot stinking tabacco breath rolling from his mouth,
"Yeah...," Denzel drawed, crossing his arms before hehing; eyes narrowed what he hoped was dangerous. "Infact! Butterscotch icecream with marble cake. Just let me the hell in. He's expecting me," he smarted off jerking his head to the side but it seemed hopeless when they were laughing at him. He guessed the big burly grey coat he wore didn't help in making him appear older at all, not one stupid bit.
"I don't know WHAT you're up to, but if this has to do with one of those lower class groups, you'll lose your head," The left guard replied, still chuckling to himself every now and then. "Go on. Get out of here, let yourself live before you go on dieing for stupidity."
Denzel stared before throwing his hands in the air; eye twitching a little. "JUST LET ME THE FUCK IN MAN. HE'S EXPECTING ME. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT!? THIS ISN'T SOME GODDAMN JOKE!," he shouted with a spazz fit, breathing hard, gnawing at the inside of his cheek before finding composure with a sigh... both of them just looked on blinking and unblinking. Allowing his hands to drop he spoke. "...Please. I wouldn't bother with your dumb haunted castle if I didn't have to."
They looked at each other again, cocking eyebrows before shrugging. "Presistent. Eh... Tell ya what, just so we can laugh your little ass outta here. I'll go have somone see if the Professor is really expecting you, cause we ain't even allowed to see the crazy bastard," The SOLDIER guard threw his sword intow over his shoulder, doing something weird to the gate for it to open and shutting it behind him as he disappeared.
The other guard stared at Denzel, sneering. "Surprised they haven't carted you off with the royal decree."
"...Surprised no one's tried to wash your crater face with acid," Denzel retorted snapping his head forward with the both of them glaring at one another; as he waited for a sign that this whole job interview wasn't a joke; last thing he wanted after that, WAS to be laughed off the premises.
It'd be a blow to the pride if he ever heard of one.