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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

[sorry if fail! work ate what I had wrote with their silly internet cut-off!]

[sephiroth_san]

Sephiroth wondered idly why Hojo just had to keep talking. Sephiroth had made his feelings well known and clearly, in fact the insides of his own brain still hummed from the outburst. Pulse rate which had been quickened by anger soon cooled off though. He was wrong about Jenova, and Sephiroth would prove it. In terms of doing that though, he had to find her first and getting out of here...well...

A long silence followed. Sephiroth had a lot to consider and, apparently not a lot of time in which to consider it. It was shameful exactly what choice he didn't have in this whole thing. The thought of ShinRa's finest scientists having their hands all over him, giving free reign over to whatever Hojo wanted them to do to him was a sickening thought enough, but what was worse was his useless ability to stop them if it was suddenly given the go ahead. Something, perhaps the thought he'd grazed from Hojo but not really taken in, gave the impression that the Professor was asking him for permission. Permission to proceed with whatever Hojo had

<3

[moralmisconduct]

Through the silence, Hojo continued to fiddle with the instruments, content that Sephiroth was at last giving his words some consideration. That stubborness had to be partly inherited - or, at the very least let no one say that Hojo did not play a significant role in Sephiroth's upbringing.

He smirked at the question, the outcome of the other man's deliberations. An anticipated query, one which the professor had turned over in his head, running over possible answers. In truth, none of the answers he could give would satisfy Sephiroth, and this he knew as well.

But, the boy was starting to see just how few options they really had.

I've always had your best interest at heart, Sephiroth. He sent the thought down the connection, an indication that he was willing to meet the general halfway on this and future matters. Did my willingness to die for you prove nothing, or were you too absorbed in yourself to even notice all the things I was doing for you? Even now, I'm putting my own life on the line just to keep yours going. Hell, they'd

[sephiroth_san]

All true, what the Professor added. Or at least it seemed that way. Hojo's apparent self-sacrifice however remained unproven; Sephiroth would never believe that the scientists compassion stretched that far. It made no sense. How could he have comfortably subjected Sephiroth to all the experimentation if those feelings had been behind the mask all the time, you just didn't do those things to someone you cared for.

Then there was the greatest betrayal, Hojo had NEVER TOLD HIM through the last thirty years and in particular in adolescence when Sephiroth had asked the questions no more truth had been revealed to him. Should all of the silence be forgotten now, for the sake of an experiment that could shape the future. But there was no guarantee to trust Hojo by, neither was there any guarantee that the processes Hojo had in mind would be successful. After all there was not any other specimen he could have tested this on. This was a risky proposition and a difficult one to make a desicion upon considering Sephiroth was not about to sign

Late reply is angsty. v_v

[moralmisconduct]

You are resentful because I was not honest. But honesty...in the matter of your birth...would not have contributed to your development. Hojo felt sick. Uncomfortable. An unrepressable image of Lucrecia's face flashed past like an overexposed photograph. I don't hold the delusion that amends are possible. Not in all areas. But to give you a new beginning is within my power.

"And you can repay me afterwards by ending this life," he muttered. "I no longer have any desire to live it."

He shook his head briefly to clear the silence from his mind. This was a tangent he had not wanted to take; personal business should never interfere with work, or the results could be disastrous. Wasn't that one of the reasons he never told Sephiroth of his heritage?

Yes, and no... Fear played a greater part in that decision. But what exactly had he been afraid of? What had made his innards freeze over at the mere idea of confessing anything to the boy?

The sins of the father should not plague the son. Sephiroth should not have needed to pay for the

[sephiroth_san]

Something about Hojo's sickly feeling seemed to be contagious. Perhaps this mixture of hearing thought-projection and also hearing vocalization was a little too much for his senses to take in his sedated state. Sephiroth struggled to swallow back the globule of stickiness which had rested in the back of his throat. Put there by hesitation, curiosity and downright anticipation as a result of the situation he found himself in.

All these thoughts which added to Hojo's deluded confession. Sephiroth could listen, but was firmly still of the opinion that Hojo was wrong, who's was that face supposed to be anyway? Some "biological" mother? A host maybe, never his Mother. Sephiroth didn't offer any of these thoughts back to Hojo, the last thing he needed right now was for the deranged scientist to go mental with any of the surgical implements that might well be nearby. One of his visitors had already made that threat. It was curious to think that the containment was for his own good as well as the protection of whomever...may be here...Now