Come With Me Behind the BoatHouse and I'll Show you My Dark Secret
Day: Slightly backdated. Day 33/34?
Characters: Orochimaru drbadtouch and Huey immortalstudies
Summary: Some unofficial ~therapy~ of sorts.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Erm. Night.
Status: Closed// INCOMPLETE
With dark hair,
And soft skin...forever.'>
Not since Jack had Orochimaru ever set out with the intention to participate in a therapy that had not been scheduled. Patients in this place were generally as useful to him as a termite. On occasion he found them useful for the transference of his spirit to another body. However, when it came to finding useful or appropriate test subjects, the choices were relatively slim.
Aside from the lack of appropriate choices for experimentation, Orochimaru found himself surrounded by people that he generally went out of his way to avoid. His previous teammate and two of the men from the organization that he'd long since separated from. More than anything, he found it to be a nuisance, and desired little more than to keep himself separated from the group of them. They simply hindered his ability to do anything of substance, and he far too often now found himself annoyed.
So it was to him that he had found himself locked in a patient's cell over night with a man that had intrigued him in a way that no other in this place had yet. Someone who had brought up the potential of learning more about immortality. Something new, something not written in any scroll he had found. Something not even hidden within any of the secret villages of ninja. This was something that he was going to be able to learn in a way that nobody else could ever.
He was going to find a way to manipulate this man. Find a way to receive his information, to take it and own it and be the one that would be able to take this foreign information and become an immortal in every sense of the word. It would be magnificent.
So although he had never once before called for a patient under pretense of therapy, Orochimaru found himself sitting in one of the therapy rooms, his back straightened as he lifted his chin and waited for the arrival of the other man. He would make sure to get what he needed as well as finding some way to make this man one of his own in this place.
After all, this was something he was very familiar with.
Characters: Orochimaru drbadtouch and Huey immortalstudies
Summary: Some unofficial ~therapy~ of sorts.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Erm. Night.
Status: Closed// INCOMPLETE
With dark hair,
And soft skin...forever.'>
Not since Jack had Orochimaru ever set out with the intention to participate in a therapy that had not been scheduled. Patients in this place were generally as useful to him as a termite. On occasion he found them useful for the transference of his spirit to another body. However, when it came to finding useful or appropriate test subjects, the choices were relatively slim.
Aside from the lack of appropriate choices for experimentation, Orochimaru found himself surrounded by people that he generally went out of his way to avoid. His previous teammate and two of the men from the organization that he'd long since separated from. More than anything, he found it to be a nuisance, and desired little more than to keep himself separated from the group of them. They simply hindered his ability to do anything of substance, and he far too often now found himself annoyed.
So it was to him that he had found himself locked in a patient's cell over night with a man that had intrigued him in a way that no other in this place had yet. Someone who had brought up the potential of learning more about immortality. Something new, something not written in any scroll he had found. Something not even hidden within any of the secret villages of ninja. This was something that he was going to be able to learn in a way that nobody else could ever.
He was going to find a way to manipulate this man. Find a way to receive his information, to take it and own it and be the one that would be able to take this foreign information and become an immortal in every sense of the word. It would be magnificent.
So although he had never once before called for a patient under pretense of therapy, Orochimaru found himself sitting in one of the therapy rooms, his back straightened as he lifted his chin and waited for the arrival of the other man. He would make sure to get what he needed as well as finding some way to make this man one of his own in this place.
After all, this was something he was very familiar with.