Every villain needs a hideout... [Open]
Most inconveniently, not a single shinobi loyal to him appeared to be aboard this ship. And several stood against him, many of not inconsequential ability.
Not that this bothered Orochimaru, but it certainly set back a number of his plans to no small degree and made initiating more quite problematic. Unquestionably he could draw circles within circles around their foolish ideologies and beliefs, but so far his limited contact with the remaining crew members of the ship had led him to believe that most of the people aboard, or at least enough to be problematic, followed their hearts over their heads enough to embrace folly. Whatever the case, the other ninjas had made themselves clear: despite the worlds being destroyed, they would sooner end Orochimaru than ally with him. What a peculiar sense of morality they had, that would slaughter the most potent ally they could have simply because the alliance would not last past their victory.
So he had taken certain steps to prepare for inevitable confrontation. The first was the acquisition of two hideouts in the place known as the City. This one, the one he currently inhabited, was in the deep basement of an otherwise crumbled building. He had furnished with various items taken from other nearby buildings, till it almost resembled an office -- though one room over was his experimentation room, which he had yet to use (to his great dismay). Orochimaru had taken painstaking care to be seen attempting not to be seen while entering this building. Making its location as his headquarters known was important and necessary -- because so long as they looked for him here, they would not look for him at his other hideout. That one he made sure no one knew about. That one would remain secret.
In his rather comfortable chair, he sat with his fingers steepled and his eyes closed, thinking.
Not that this bothered Orochimaru, but it certainly set back a number of his plans to no small degree and made initiating more quite problematic. Unquestionably he could draw circles within circles around their foolish ideologies and beliefs, but so far his limited contact with the remaining crew members of the ship had led him to believe that most of the people aboard, or at least enough to be problematic, followed their hearts over their heads enough to embrace folly. Whatever the case, the other ninjas had made themselves clear: despite the worlds being destroyed, they would sooner end Orochimaru than ally with him. What a peculiar sense of morality they had, that would slaughter the most potent ally they could have simply because the alliance would not last past their victory.
So he had taken certain steps to prepare for inevitable confrontation. The first was the acquisition of two hideouts in the place known as the City. This one, the one he currently inhabited, was in the deep basement of an otherwise crumbled building. He had furnished with various items taken from other nearby buildings, till it almost resembled an office -- though one room over was his experimentation room, which he had yet to use (to his great dismay). Orochimaru had taken painstaking care to be seen attempting not to be seen while entering this building. Making its location as his headquarters known was important and necessary -- because so long as they looked for him here, they would not look for him at his other hideout. That one he made sure no one knew about. That one would remain secret.
In his rather comfortable chair, he sat with his fingers steepled and his eyes closed, thinking.