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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.
"Have you given my proposal any more consideration, Sephiroth?"
It wasn't an entirely fair question, Hojo thought, watching the prone figure on the operating table. The boy was, after all, deprived of all free choice at least for now. The scientist's head still hummed with the remnants of Sephiroth's last mental attack, though a biting migraine was so persistant nowadays as to become almost tolerable. Besides, what was the worst that could happen with such longterm assault on the central nervous system? Insanity? Coma? Ha.
Hojo needed to show Sephiroth that he wasn't afraid.
The theatre was prepared again for a minor operation - the Silver General restrained, draped save for his head and a small window exposing his pelvis. The induction anaesthetic was sitting on the table aside, but Hojo was not about to put the other man to sleep just yet.
It was so rare, so nice, to be alone like this. It reminded him of previous, more glorious days. And besides, the longer Sephiroth squirmed in this pathetic helplessness, the more he would come to see just how much he needed Hojo - both then and now.
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.
"Have you given my proposal any more consideration, Sephiroth?"
It wasn't an entirely fair question, Hojo thought, watching the prone figure on the operating table. The boy was, after all, deprived of all free choice at least for now. The scientist's head still hummed with the remnants of Sephiroth's last mental attack, though a biting migraine was so persistant nowadays as to become almost tolerable. Besides, what was the worst that could happen with such longterm assault on the central nervous system? Insanity? Coma? Ha.
Hojo needed to show Sephiroth that he wasn't afraid.
The theatre was prepared again for a minor operation - the Silver General restrained, draped save for his head and a small window exposing his pelvis. The induction anaesthetic was sitting on the table aside, but Hojo was not about to put the other man to sleep just yet.
It was so rare, so nice, to be alone like this. It reminded him of previous, more glorious days. And besides, the longer Sephiroth squirmed in this pathetic helplessness, the more he would come to see just how much he needed Hojo - both then and now.