Wake-up Call [Completed]
Character(s): Ansem, Hojo
Content: Ansem has some grunt work for Hojo.
Setting: The Fortress of Darkniss™
Time: Tuesday morning
Warnings: None (for once)
All alone in the vast bed without even his Guardian in the chamber to stand watch, Ansem did not sleep deeply nor for very long.
In truth, he did not require sleep at all. The preceding day, however, had been a long one, and trying on several levels, to varying degrees. He blamed the boy's body for connecting the resulting fatigue with a need for sleep.
When his unceasing cycle of thoughts would let him lie dormant no longer, Ansem rose and spent the early morning hours perusing the cyber-community which seemed to exist in the city through the network of electronic journals, as he slowly formulated a plan to obtain the raw materials he would need for his experiments.
He also made arrangements to meet with two mercenaries into the bargain, a useful resource so long as these two proved more amenable to his purposes than the last two had.
Thoughts of his pet were unpleasant just now, and Ansem slid out of bed to perform his morning ablutions rather than think on that subject again.
It was still early when, dressed and in a somewhat better mood he made his way down to the laboratory to assign the scientist his tasks for the day. With Mr. Hojo temporarily out of the way, Ansem would be able to check on his special subject undisturbed. Perhaps he would even have time to begin his research this morning.
In the laboratory, there was no sign of his assistant. For now, Ansem decided to humour the illusion of autonomy and knock.
"Mr. Hojo, there is something I require of you," he called.
Content: Ansem has some grunt work for Hojo.
Setting: The Fortress of Darkniss™
Time: Tuesday morning
Warnings: None (for once)
All alone in the vast bed without even his Guardian in the chamber to stand watch, Ansem did not sleep deeply nor for very long.
In truth, he did not require sleep at all. The preceding day, however, had been a long one, and trying on several levels, to varying degrees. He blamed the boy's body for connecting the resulting fatigue with a need for sleep.
When his unceasing cycle of thoughts would let him lie dormant no longer, Ansem rose and spent the early morning hours perusing the cyber-community which seemed to exist in the city through the network of electronic journals, as he slowly formulated a plan to obtain the raw materials he would need for his experiments.
He also made arrangements to meet with two mercenaries into the bargain, a useful resource so long as these two proved more amenable to his purposes than the last two had.
Thoughts of his pet were unpleasant just now, and Ansem slid out of bed to perform his morning ablutions rather than think on that subject again.
It was still early when, dressed and in a somewhat better mood he made his way down to the laboratory to assign the scientist his tasks for the day. With Mr. Hojo temporarily out of the way, Ansem would be able to check on his special subject undisturbed. Perhaps he would even have time to begin his research this morning.
In the laboratory, there was no sign of his assistant. For now, Ansem decided to humour the illusion of autonomy and knock.
"Mr. Hojo, there is something I require of you," he called.