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[moralmisconduct]

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.

Comments

Phase 0....the counting hasn't even started yet! O.o

[sephiroth_san]

Sephiroth hadn't noticed much about his visitors being chased from the room, he had been trying to figure out what was with the vast flurry of shapes which had been moving the stretcher bed, tightening already tight restraints, moving apparatus. It had been hard to follow with stinging, heavy eyes which refused to stay open more than a millimeter for more than enough time with which to focus. They burned so much.

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.

Technically saving Maya isn't a part of the plan, hence 0. ;)

[moralmisconduct]

"The inevitable?" Hojo chuckled, the sound soft and vicious. He made it a point to use his voice - Sephiroth would not be allowed even an illusion of possessing the upper hand here through that mental connection. "And tell me - what is the inevitable? You want to kill me, is that it?"

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.

[ooc: we can all be wordy, Sephi's not usually THIS wordy]

[sephiroth_san]

Sephiroth refused to allow Hojo's use of his voice to get the better of him. His gift to talk into other's minds was something he was entitled to use, and had he been able to use his physical voice Sephiroth would have done so. In fact half way through Hojo's first statement he attempted to silently clear his throat but with no success. Hojo was the one making it look like he was talking to himself should there still be other staffs in the room. He found himself, perhaps for the first time, unable to NOT listen to the rant that the old scientist spewed out. Ranting had not ever been any successful way to deal with him, even in his younger years. In adulthood he'd have walked away from something that he didn't want to hear, Sephiroth figured that this time he'd just have to weather it. Indeed, wasn't much choice in the matter. Finally a pause.

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

[moralmisconduct]

The pain in his head escalated, a sudden intensity that caused Hojo to go blind and all other senses to drop into numbness. The professor hissed, one hand going instinctively to his forehead, the other supporting himself on the nearest wall, waiting for it to pass and his vision to return.

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