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Who: Hojo, Makubex, Yue, possibly also GLaDOS if she's available? <3
When: Wednesday afternoon, after this.
Where: A certain innocuous-looking warehouse with the number 105 on its front. Nothing going on here, nothing at all.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: TBA, possible violence, irritating overuse of the chessboard metaphor.
Summary: Hojo invites Makubex and Yue to come look at his shiny device.
Well, this place was a great improvement in terms of space, even with all of his equipment relocated within its confines. At last, the gods had done something that was remotely useful.
Hojo looked up to the hanging machine, its new, comfy home in the center of the warehouse, a mass of lights and the low hum of a generator chasing away the silence and darkness of the winter afternoons. It was no matter that the electricity was designed for GLaDOS alone; he could adapt his equipment, if Makubex and Rikku indeed lived up to reputation.
... Rikku. The Third, though she detested the name. She was already out there, playing her games, doing Her work. Jenova needed more servants before the alterations here would become a priority, needed more people to protect the weapon-to-be, the warehouse, this center of operations. It was about to become very, very important to his work.
Hojo rested a hand on her cool metal, smiled. It was as chill as the gun tucked into the back of his pants, concealed behind the lab coat. They'd be here soon. Good. He felt prepared, felt like he was finally starting to get somewhere.
It was just a matter of time now. If his pawns were in position then, even if Shinra took him, they could continue his work undeterred. He wasn't the King of this chessboard, after all; GLaDOS was now, the one key necessity to reaching his goal. He was nothing but a defender, a pawn like everyone else. Keep her protected, and the goal was protected.
... Perhaps not a pawn. A Queen, then. A leading and capable defender, but even he was going to become a sacrifice for the sake of a Checkmate, soon enough.
When: Wednesday afternoon, after this.
Where: A certain innocuous-looking warehouse with the number 105 on its front. Nothing going on here, nothing at all.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: TBA, possible violence, irritating overuse of the chessboard metaphor.
Summary: Hojo invites Makubex and Yue to come look at his shiny device.
Well, this place was a great improvement in terms of space, even with all of his equipment relocated within its confines. At last, the gods had done something that was remotely useful.
Hojo looked up to the hanging machine, its new, comfy home in the center of the warehouse, a mass of lights and the low hum of a generator chasing away the silence and darkness of the winter afternoons. It was no matter that the electricity was designed for GLaDOS alone; he could adapt his equipment, if Makubex and Rikku indeed lived up to reputation.
... Rikku. The Third, though she detested the name. She was already out there, playing her games, doing Her work. Jenova needed more servants before the alterations here would become a priority, needed more people to protect the weapon-to-be, the warehouse, this center of operations. It was about to become very, very important to his work.
Hojo rested a hand on her cool metal, smiled. It was as chill as the gun tucked into the back of his pants, concealed behind the lab coat. They'd be here soon. Good. He felt prepared, felt like he was finally starting to get somewhere.
It was just a matter of time now. If his pawns were in position then, even if Shinra took him, they could continue his work undeterred. He wasn't the King of this chessboard, after all; GLaDOS was now, the one key necessity to reaching his goal. He was nothing but a defender, a pawn like everyone else. Keep her protected, and the goal was protected.
... Perhaps not a pawn. A Queen, then. A leading and capable defender, but even he was going to become a sacrifice for the sake of a Checkmate, soon enough.