Who: Hojo, Sephiroth
When: After
Hojo chases everyone out of the room. Seriously people, this is supposed to be an sterile environment okay. :|
Location: Gongaga
Rating: PG mostly for SCIENCE! and NEEDLES!
Summary: We'll call this Phase 0 in our series of Sephiroth torture experiments.
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And there was that scientist again. Hadn't Hojo learned yet? A scalpel in the back, a mind-dagger into his brain as far as Sephiroth could force it and still he returned with his damned proposal. Sephiroth figured the old man must be pretty desperate,.
"Your proposal-" Again Sephiroth had to pause to force himself to swallow lest his voice not sound at all "-absurd." There was an easier way to get this across to Hojo.
You took her away in an attempt to get to me. Congratulations traitor but you already know how this will end...anything you do here is only postponing the inevitable.
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The professor laughed, louder now, aware of the sensation both in the freshly healed wound in his back and the beating at his temples. Amusement and agony both contributed to bringing tears to his eyes, and he laughed until the pain constricted breathing and forced him to stop.
"Listen, boy - I've given up on this life a long time ago, so you'll have more luck threatening me with a baby chocobo than threatening me with death. I'm sixty-one years old, what else have I got to live for? A world ruled by a bunch of new-age terrorists convinced they are its saviours, or an organisation that'll exist forever in the shadow of its former self? Haha! Don't make me laughHojo lowered his gaze and closed his eyes, a smirk tugging on his lips as he shook his head. ( ... )
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Think whatever you like about the inevitable Professor. You really have lost knowledge in your old age if you thought I referred to merely killing you, I wouldn't waste my time. Don't bore me ( ... )
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Sephiroth's words drilled into his consciousness - conveying more emotion than meaning. Stars still dancing before his eyes, Hojo was chuckling again, a weak, high-pitched sound. Oh yes. Jealousy. If it weren't for the actions jealousy spurned thirty years ago, where would they all be today? Both the project and Lucrecia's child aborted, perhaps, on the advice of that stupid Turk! And - loneliness? Where in Leviathan's name did the boy learn these absurd notions?
"Look what you did - now I have to change gloves," he muttered, breathing deeply as he turned to lean against the wall instead, the surgical gloves leaving his hands with a deliberately loud snap. One of these days, something needed to be done about that damned mental connection. "Really ( ... )
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