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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How to save a life )
"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 mistakes Hojo had made.
Sins. The professor smiled grimly. He was sounding more like that bastard Valentine everyday.
Hojo breathed in, closed his eyes for a moment to dispel unnecessary distractions. This was not a family moment. There was work to be done.
"I will give you more time to think, but know that time is fast running out," he said, tying a tourniquet around the other man's arm and pressing the tip of the needle to the vein with practiced ease. "Rest assured today's procedure has nothing to do with my proposition. Today, we are going to attempt to save a little girl's life."
The smirk returned. The words were bitter.
"Amaya will be grateful to you."
[ooc: Hojo doesn't actually know you can talk to Maya, don't worry. He just threw that name in there for the personal touch. ^^]
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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 that's a tempting thought. But now I need to be patient.
Needle prick, followed by an instant wash of numbness which seemed to contain his whole arm. A hint of panic in a breath which Sephiroth inhaled sharply, but the scientist kept talking as he finished administering the dose.
Wait- procedure? Numbness had already begun to invade Sephiroth's mind, dragging like some heavy weight his consciousness down further into murky water. It had felt like he'd had to shout mentally to get those two words across.
Amaya... Thoughts were unable to be projected, as Sephiroth tried quickly to turn his thoughts towards the little girl he found himself unable to do so. All control had been ripped into a void.
[ooc: end of Phase 0?]
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