towerofanimus | I try to live on science alone

Characters: Hojo and you
Setting: In his room and between the dormitories and the laboratory.
Format: Prose or action, whichever you prefer.
Summary: Hojo's arrival and subsequent explorations.
Warnings: Hojo being Hojo; also, blood and needles.

Room 2-08:

Strange, very strange. It's not that he isn't surprised by this change of scenery, but he must think this through with logic, not emotion.

His world has been destroyed? An interesting little pair of letters. Well, well, he can only hope he was responsible. That would be ideal, wouldn't it? Considering the timing, it's not so unthinkable… But then, it is an incredible claim, and he'd need proof to believe it. Scientists don't believe claims without evidence, though he's always willing to consider a theory that has merit. Yes, he'll consider it. He touches his fingers to the collar at his neck, a curious expression on his face. He's almost--amused.

After a long pause, Hojo rises and stretches, studying the room and, before long, opening his trunk. How thoughtful! A ShinRa armband, and his clothing. First, he studies the Materia in the armband with a faint smile. Now, that is useful. Ah, and there's his gun. He dresses and arms himself quickly. No sense in waiting. Once that's done, he's happy to find some of his samples at the bottom of the trunk, nice and neatly stowed away.

He drums the fingers of one hand upon the back of the other, looking down at his arm thoughtfully. "Hm, and I wonder, are you still in there? Or have you left me?" He asks--maybe himself, or maybe he believes he's actually talking to someone else. He chuckles, his lips twisting into a smile. "First things first, I should find out, shouldn't I? It would be rude of me to ignore you. Must check my results."

Later, throughout the Tower, anywhere between the Dormitories and Floor 27:

He hums to himself as he walks, not any particular tune, just a tuneless collection of notes sprinkled here and there. With his lab coat covering his gun and his Materia, he's not visibly armed unless one looks very closely. At first glance, he certainly doesn't look fit for combat. The truth is, fit or not, nothing could stop him from exploring. He has investigations to conduct!

It's a shame he failed, he thinks to himself--yes, even he failed in the end, but he knows why. Like any good researcher, he was able to pinpoint the exact moment and nature of his error, once he realized that there was a flaw in the research. Cloud. Yes, Cloud, the one he'd deemed to be a failure, who was in fact his greatest success, the perfect Sephiroth clone. If only he'd seen it sooner! The last thing he remembers before arriving here is Cloud. And dying… Not that dying matters. Not to him. Not anymore.

And, on Floor 27:

Excellent! Just what he's been looking for. A laboratory to work in. Much of the equipment is odd to him, but some is far more familiar. So much to explore, but for the moment, he only has one goal. He doesn't need much. Just a microscope to analyze a sample of his blood. Yes, that's what he's most interested in now. He's brought a syringe and needle with him, and he draws his own blood without blinking, still smiling and humming the same tuneless non-song to himself.

Threaded | Flat

It would be wrong to just rely on the two Renos for just about anything. Especially since Tifa had nagged at him for the last time he let the Turks gather information while he just sat around looking particularly sullen. to be honest, he had been going through his own issues at the time, but that wasn't an excuse. It should never be an excuse, especially when it's life or death.

So first, he had to get a lay of the land. Cloud was walking through all the halls he could, learning the paths and routes - which was easy enough. He wanted to find a place where he could get his swords together again - while the switchblades were decent, it didn't feel right to use such light blades. It also would give him access to his higher level attacks, especially given light that his place was dangerous.

This floor didn't seem to have much going for it. Cloud moved to the next stairs up and then stopped, eyes widening at the apparition walking towards him. He shook his head but the image remained as it was, coming closer and whistling.

"Not a bad start, but you definitely lack a harmonious structure." Behind him, Eikichi steps out from the twenty-eighth floor, giving Hojo a good view of the 6'1" teen's normal outfit bright blue hair and his visual kei makeup. Walking along with his usual guitar case, he looked like he'd been sending the last few days barely sleeping. The nightmares from sponsorships had been plaguing him greatly, and he was currently unsure if he wanted to risk taking a nap at this point.

"Don't recognize you. You new?" OH AND NO PERSONAS ON THIS PERSON TOO, THANK THE GODS. Something about him seemed off, however...

Reno was doing turklike things, getting a lay for the land and trying to figure out who was who. Nothing much yet, but he'd been in ShinRa far too long to not recognize the back of Hojo's head. He'd certainly contemplating hitting it with a paintball at range enough times.

Of course, now he had far more reason to hit the man with much more painful than a paintball. Being friends with Vincent did that to people. He could, however, make the man as miserable as possible in his own special way.

"Professor." Reno's tone was cold, and the undercurrent of venom was more than enough to warn the madman of his distasted for him. "Somehow I figured you'd be here."

Fi didn't tend to focus too much on passing faces unless they spoke to her, or if they had some relation to her Master or Her Grace. The man she was about to pass was no different. She had promised Gandalf that she would help gather people but this man didn't appear combat efficient and, by the standards of Skyloft and the Surface, she couldn't tell that he was intelligent either.

He just seemed normal to her.

So Fi simply floated along, giving him an idle scan, as she would anyone else so she could easily help her master dowse for him, or anyone else, if he ever needed to.

Gandalf was returning to his dorm after yet another day spent to read the library's books- Nothing good out of it yet. But he heard the strange man speaking when he opened the door. He was speaking to his... What, items? ... That was peculiar. He couldn't say what it was, but it was certainly not normal.

Well, never judge a book by its cover. Even when the book is weird. Looks evil. And everything tells you it definitely is what it looks like. He looked down at the man and nodded.

"I assume you are new here. Welcome to the tower, as unwelcoming as this place is."

the hallways

On his way to Floor 27

In the Tower

A hallway somewhere? I'm bad at this....

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