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What: Fake deals at midnight.
Who: Professor Hojo and Rufus ShinRa
When: Sunday, at midnight (backdated cause we're just cool like that)
Where: An abandoned park
Rating: Hojo is his own rating
Open/Closed To: Rufus and Hojo and the frumpy white blanket
With help, Rufus had managed to sneak out of the hospital that night cloaked with his face hidden by a white sheet draped over his head, black suitcase in hand. There was no one in sight as he made his way out to the black car waiting for him outside but he was very careful nonetheless, almost holding in his breath so as not let out a cough. He had left a note for Ryuuken just in case the doctor should find him gone. Once in the car, the white sheet was discarded and the briefcase rested on his lap as the car lurched forward and he was on the way to Hojo.
Rufus looked out of darkened windows, frowning slightly in thought. He checked his watch, before taping his fingers on his leg. It seemed like forever until the car pulled up at the park and came to a stop. Rufus gave a nod to the driver before opening the door to himself, briefcase in hand. Another glance to his watch, and he set out for the park. While he met Hojo's demand in coming alone, Rufus was not unarmed, he did carry a handgun given to him for the night since Tseng had taken his shotgun concealed in one pocket. Sharp blue eyes glanced around the deserted park as he looked for the scientist, his clutch on the briefcase tightening.
"Hojo."
It was a clear night. The pale, saucer-face of the moon was glowing, white gleaming through the crater shadows. Nothing was hidden from view. All light banked softly somewhere, waxing soft on the slender grasses and the prickled barks of the trees. The shaking leaves, glistening and shivering, wind-swept and disheveled. And the waters were dripping tip tip tap somewhere... somewhere not far away. Always, the world was listening, was suspended in animation when human ears were near. The little flashes of glass flickered in the dark light. Like dimes. The scintillating sparkles neverending. NEVER! EVER!... Those glasses sheened with a distinct murmur, casting a soft, hushed breath. Glowing green and imposing on the aquiline nose. The angular face. The august, chin! Pointed and aesthetic as ever.
Here he walked, both hands insidiously tied behind him, fingers laced ever carefully. White frock billowing in the fresh zephyrs (the breezes). A tilt of his head, as his thin lips curved into his face, marking lines into the deeply etched cheeks. And he stifled a few chuckles as he paced with so much, so grand, so merciful a patience. So glorious be God, a scientist, on highest. Ah... What he had here was... marvelous. And everything. Always. Fell. Into. Place. The aurals of nature seemed to agree. The cacophony yet a symphony of lullaby that lulled to him! That lulled! That eagerly called!-- and she walks with insipid beauty, her body drawing near, the creation, His creation! And that one young man... yes. It was part of the master scheme. Return his masterpiece and rid heaven and earth of the stupid little boy.
Dark, ebony eyes narrowed with cat-like precision when the boy came near. And his voice started off quietly, craftily, almost drawing eeaaaaaasing into his words. "Ahhhhhh.... Rufus Shinra. What a surpriiiiise! I have here what you want." And he tapped his pocket slowly, believing in the faithful rattle of the bottle, with a most deliberate and drawn out motion. Exaggerated, perhaps. But always with a stage! A presence! An air of... the know. "But first. Show me what you have, boyyyy."
Rufus was tempted to just pull the handgun and silence the man forever but he needed Hojo alive for now. For now...
"Considering it was you who arranged the time and place, I highly doubt it's a surprise or else you are getting senile," the young president remarked in a flat tone, not overly amused with Hojo. He just wanted the pills and he glanced at where the pills rattled before looking Hojo right in the eyes. It was almost hard to believe it was this easy, that Hojo would hand over a cure so quickly. He didn't trust it but the same time...he did not have very many options open to him.
"Very well then," he nodded as he opened the briefcase carefully and took out the three vials. "The last of your research, professor," he remarked, the case set at his feet as he turned the vials in his hand, almost thoughtfully. "It is up to you if you want them or not..."
The flashing glass pieces glimmered only slightly as he caught sight of the pale finger twitch. Almost not there, but distinct enough for him to know better. Hojo narrowed his dark eyes as his fingers reached up to nudge his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His laugh was reedy and almost hissing with amusement at the boy's compulsiveness. He must've really wanted the God to die today. However, it wasn't the right time. A shame for him, really. The young Shinra might have been able to release quite a lot of pent up frustration-- if only he made that effort. But the scientist couldn't be blamed for the boy's idiocy in dealing human relations, and truly, it was his personal loss. Too bad there was no Wutaian Turk director to help the boy tonight.
The thin, bony hands clamped around the hips of the white lab frock as he arched his back inquisitively, the lips quivering in delight. He released a breath from his nose and made a humming, contemplating noise that brewed about. Clearly, he was too pleased. "Now, now, boy. I was attempting to be pleasant." The squinty dark eyes gave his own pocket a passing glance, like a thoughtful little muse had come across him. And he let the pill bottle shake a little more with good measure, stepping about on the grass. "But you seeeee... I'm a benevolent man." And he took one step to the fair-haired boy, sidling close enough to peruse at length. He pressed his heels against the top of the suitcase, and dragged the cover open as gently as possible. His gaze fell from the vial in the boy's hands to the vials in the case. The numbers were there, snuggled up safely within their velcroed cushions... but... what was it about them that seemed lackluster?
Ha well. Either way, the young man's in for a loss. He bent forward even further and clutched the boy by the wrist, slipping the vial from his hold and slipping it (pat pat on their way) into his coat pocket. Then, from his other pocket, he slid out the pill bottles, planted them firmly in the boy's palms, and then crumpled the other's fingers over the plastic container. This was followed by the most instantly pitching chuckle. Aheh heh heh! "The music of life!" He almost screamed with inspired force to the boy, and then he shook the blonde's wrist fervently. "Listen to it! And consider yourself fortunate as well." Matter of factly.
Sharp blue eyes followed Hojo's every movement, ready to reach for the gun in his pocket at the least sign. "This is not a social call, Hojo. Don't bother for I am not in the mood for your attempts at pleasantries. As for your benevolance, you can hardly expect me to believe that you are making this deal out of any kind of kindness, unlike former president, I am not a fool," Rufus said evenly, not all amused by the other. He suppressed a slight shudder, he knew what Hojo's reaction would be at seeing him disturbed and it was power over him that he did not want to give the scientist.
But Rufus remained perfectly calmed when Hojo looked at the vials, composed. It had been a rushed job but it would just have to do for now. Rufus knew that Hojo would find out the truth soon enough but for now if Hojo thought that Rufus was stupid enough to hand over the real vials, all the more better. Where the real ones were..well that was a very well kept secret. Rufus was not giving Jenova up just yet.
He narrowed his eyes, forcing himself not to pull away when Hojo touched him, taking the vials and slipping the bottle into his hand. The sound of Hojo's laughter grated on his ears but Rufus refused to give the other the satisfaction of showing that, keeping his composure.
"You have what you want, be quiet about it already. However, remember you are no longer useful to me alive," Rufus said coldly as he attempted to pull way from Hojo. If there was anything he hated more than Heidegger's horse laugh, it was Hojo's high pitched crackle.
Hojo shook his head fervently, thoroughly enjoying his forceful laughter-- so much so that he bent over backwards then forwards, clutching the small of his back. The boy had kicks. It brought to mind a nice little mental image. He mulled over it momentarily before shooing it away with a wave of his hand. And he really couldn't express how pleased he was to be thusly entertained by young Shinra. Hojo's laughter died to slowly to a titillating giggle. And even that lessened to a small, meaningful hum. "Mmmhmmhmm!" He agreed fervently, "Sharp you are, my boy! But you see," old Hojo said as he patted the boy's fair cheeks, "you amuse me greatly!"
And then he continued to study the young Shinra with a glare as meticulous as if the young man was being tucked below a cover-slip and slid right underneath a microscope. He grinned so widely that the enamel of his teeth flashed from the dim moonlight. Really, the job had come too easily. So easy that it hardly seemed characteristic for a Shinra, much less Rufus Shinra. Now, it'd be the shame if the boy thought he could get away with giving the scientist a few flasks of fakes. But in case young Shinra was quite rash enough... well, he wouldn't win anything in the end. Hojo's eyes flickered at the other's palm for a moment. Those little colored pills were all the boy really had. Heh. That severely foolish colleague of his would pay. It was a nice way to compound any frustrations caused by the onslaught of a thoughtless little candy-hair romp.
"Hm. I wonder who's quite useful to who, little boy Shinra. But I will silence myself, as you say. Shoo now! There's much research to be done tonight!" And he fluttered his hands exaggeratedly, setting the boy in motion with an insistent little push. Bending down and wrapping his fingers around the suitcase, he chuckled delightedly as he walked on out. And his white-clad figure disappeared into the distance-- in the direction of the alleys.
Rufus instantly had the gun drawn and pointed at the other when Hojo patted his cheeks, growling low in his throat. "Get out of my sight before I reconsider about pulling the trigger right now," his tone was very even and cold as he glared at Hojo along the black barrel of the gun.
He did not lower the gun as Hojo spoke, but he still didn't pull the trigger, not yet. He did not put it past the scientist to give him a fake cure or worse. He frowned when Hojo gave him a push but the gun was not lowered until the other was out of sight. He let out a breath before bending over a fit of coughing, taking a moment to bring it under control before waking down to the car, tucking the gun way once more. He still held the pills tightly in one hand, a thoughtful frown on his face.
Who: Professor Hojo and Rufus ShinRa
When: Sunday, at midnight (backdated cause we're just cool like that)
Where: An abandoned park
Rating: Hojo is his own rating
Open/Closed To: Rufus and Hojo and the frumpy white blanket
With help, Rufus had managed to sneak out of the hospital that night cloaked with his face hidden by a white sheet draped over his head, black suitcase in hand. There was no one in sight as he made his way out to the black car waiting for him outside but he was very careful nonetheless, almost holding in his breath so as not let out a cough. He had left a note for Ryuuken just in case the doctor should find him gone. Once in the car, the white sheet was discarded and the briefcase rested on his lap as the car lurched forward and he was on the way to Hojo.
Rufus looked out of darkened windows, frowning slightly in thought. He checked his watch, before taping his fingers on his leg. It seemed like forever until the car pulled up at the park and came to a stop. Rufus gave a nod to the driver before opening the door to himself, briefcase in hand. Another glance to his watch, and he set out for the park. While he met Hojo's demand in coming alone, Rufus was not unarmed, he did carry a handgun given to him for the night since Tseng had taken his shotgun concealed in one pocket. Sharp blue eyes glanced around the deserted park as he looked for the scientist, his clutch on the briefcase tightening.
"Hojo."
It was a clear night. The pale, saucer-face of the moon was glowing, white gleaming through the crater shadows. Nothing was hidden from view. All light banked softly somewhere, waxing soft on the slender grasses and the prickled barks of the trees. The shaking leaves, glistening and shivering, wind-swept and disheveled. And the waters were dripping tip tip tap somewhere... somewhere not far away. Always, the world was listening, was suspended in animation when human ears were near. The little flashes of glass flickered in the dark light. Like dimes. The scintillating sparkles neverending. NEVER! EVER!... Those glasses sheened with a distinct murmur, casting a soft, hushed breath. Glowing green and imposing on the aquiline nose. The angular face. The august, chin! Pointed and aesthetic as ever.
Here he walked, both hands insidiously tied behind him, fingers laced ever carefully. White frock billowing in the fresh zephyrs (the breezes). A tilt of his head, as his thin lips curved into his face, marking lines into the deeply etched cheeks. And he stifled a few chuckles as he paced with so much, so grand, so merciful a patience. So glorious be God, a scientist, on highest. Ah... What he had here was... marvelous. And everything. Always. Fell. Into. Place. The aurals of nature seemed to agree. The cacophony yet a symphony of lullaby that lulled to him! That lulled! That eagerly called!-- and she walks with insipid beauty, her body drawing near, the creation, His creation! And that one young man... yes. It was part of the master scheme. Return his masterpiece and rid heaven and earth of the stupid little boy.
Dark, ebony eyes narrowed with cat-like precision when the boy came near. And his voice started off quietly, craftily, almost drawing eeaaaaaasing into his words. "Ahhhhhh.... Rufus Shinra. What a surpriiiiise! I have here what you want." And he tapped his pocket slowly, believing in the faithful rattle of the bottle, with a most deliberate and drawn out motion. Exaggerated, perhaps. But always with a stage! A presence! An air of... the know. "But first. Show me what you have, boyyyy."
Rufus was tempted to just pull the handgun and silence the man forever but he needed Hojo alive for now. For now...
"Considering it was you who arranged the time and place, I highly doubt it's a surprise or else you are getting senile," the young president remarked in a flat tone, not overly amused with Hojo. He just wanted the pills and he glanced at where the pills rattled before looking Hojo right in the eyes. It was almost hard to believe it was this easy, that Hojo would hand over a cure so quickly. He didn't trust it but the same time...he did not have very many options open to him.
"Very well then," he nodded as he opened the briefcase carefully and took out the three vials. "The last of your research, professor," he remarked, the case set at his feet as he turned the vials in his hand, almost thoughtfully. "It is up to you if you want them or not..."
The flashing glass pieces glimmered only slightly as he caught sight of the pale finger twitch. Almost not there, but distinct enough for him to know better. Hojo narrowed his dark eyes as his fingers reached up to nudge his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His laugh was reedy and almost hissing with amusement at the boy's compulsiveness. He must've really wanted the God to die today. However, it wasn't the right time. A shame for him, really. The young Shinra might have been able to release quite a lot of pent up frustration-- if only he made that effort. But the scientist couldn't be blamed for the boy's idiocy in dealing human relations, and truly, it was his personal loss. Too bad there was no Wutaian Turk director to help the boy tonight.
The thin, bony hands clamped around the hips of the white lab frock as he arched his back inquisitively, the lips quivering in delight. He released a breath from his nose and made a humming, contemplating noise that brewed about. Clearly, he was too pleased. "Now, now, boy. I was attempting to be pleasant." The squinty dark eyes gave his own pocket a passing glance, like a thoughtful little muse had come across him. And he let the pill bottle shake a little more with good measure, stepping about on the grass. "But you seeeee... I'm a benevolent man." And he took one step to the fair-haired boy, sidling close enough to peruse at length. He pressed his heels against the top of the suitcase, and dragged the cover open as gently as possible. His gaze fell from the vial in the boy's hands to the vials in the case. The numbers were there, snuggled up safely within their velcroed cushions... but... what was it about them that seemed lackluster?
Ha well. Either way, the young man's in for a loss. He bent forward even further and clutched the boy by the wrist, slipping the vial from his hold and slipping it (pat pat on their way) into his coat pocket. Then, from his other pocket, he slid out the pill bottles, planted them firmly in the boy's palms, and then crumpled the other's fingers over the plastic container. This was followed by the most instantly pitching chuckle. Aheh heh heh! "The music of life!" He almost screamed with inspired force to the boy, and then he shook the blonde's wrist fervently. "Listen to it! And consider yourself fortunate as well." Matter of factly.
Sharp blue eyes followed Hojo's every movement, ready to reach for the gun in his pocket at the least sign. "This is not a social call, Hojo. Don't bother for I am not in the mood for your attempts at pleasantries. As for your benevolance, you can hardly expect me to believe that you are making this deal out of any kind of kindness, unlike former president, I am not a fool," Rufus said evenly, not all amused by the other. He suppressed a slight shudder, he knew what Hojo's reaction would be at seeing him disturbed and it was power over him that he did not want to give the scientist.
But Rufus remained perfectly calmed when Hojo looked at the vials, composed. It had been a rushed job but it would just have to do for now. Rufus knew that Hojo would find out the truth soon enough but for now if Hojo thought that Rufus was stupid enough to hand over the real vials, all the more better. Where the real ones were..well that was a very well kept secret. Rufus was not giving Jenova up just yet.
He narrowed his eyes, forcing himself not to pull away when Hojo touched him, taking the vials and slipping the bottle into his hand. The sound of Hojo's laughter grated on his ears but Rufus refused to give the other the satisfaction of showing that, keeping his composure.
"You have what you want, be quiet about it already. However, remember you are no longer useful to me alive," Rufus said coldly as he attempted to pull way from Hojo. If there was anything he hated more than Heidegger's horse laugh, it was Hojo's high pitched crackle.
Hojo shook his head fervently, thoroughly enjoying his forceful laughter-- so much so that he bent over backwards then forwards, clutching the small of his back. The boy had kicks. It brought to mind a nice little mental image. He mulled over it momentarily before shooing it away with a wave of his hand. And he really couldn't express how pleased he was to be thusly entertained by young Shinra. Hojo's laughter died to slowly to a titillating giggle. And even that lessened to a small, meaningful hum. "Mmmhmmhmm!" He agreed fervently, "Sharp you are, my boy! But you see," old Hojo said as he patted the boy's fair cheeks, "you amuse me greatly!"
And then he continued to study the young Shinra with a glare as meticulous as if the young man was being tucked below a cover-slip and slid right underneath a microscope. He grinned so widely that the enamel of his teeth flashed from the dim moonlight. Really, the job had come too easily. So easy that it hardly seemed characteristic for a Shinra, much less Rufus Shinra. Now, it'd be the shame if the boy thought he could get away with giving the scientist a few flasks of fakes. But in case young Shinra was quite rash enough... well, he wouldn't win anything in the end. Hojo's eyes flickered at the other's palm for a moment. Those little colored pills were all the boy really had. Heh. That severely foolish colleague of his would pay. It was a nice way to compound any frustrations caused by the onslaught of a thoughtless little candy-hair romp.
"Hm. I wonder who's quite useful to who, little boy Shinra. But I will silence myself, as you say. Shoo now! There's much research to be done tonight!" And he fluttered his hands exaggeratedly, setting the boy in motion with an insistent little push. Bending down and wrapping his fingers around the suitcase, he chuckled delightedly as he walked on out. And his white-clad figure disappeared into the distance-- in the direction of the alleys.
Rufus instantly had the gun drawn and pointed at the other when Hojo patted his cheeks, growling low in his throat. "Get out of my sight before I reconsider about pulling the trigger right now," his tone was very even and cold as he glared at Hojo along the black barrel of the gun.
He did not lower the gun as Hojo spoke, but he still didn't pull the trigger, not yet. He did not put it past the scientist to give him a fake cure or worse. He frowned when Hojo gave him a push but the gun was not lowered until the other was out of sight. He let out a breath before bending over a fit of coughing, taking a moment to bring it under control before waking down to the car, tucking the gun way once more. He still held the pills tightly in one hand, a thoughtful frown on his face.