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towerofanimus2012-12-03 12:11 am
denigrator) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-03 12:11 am
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The Tale of a Jerk and a Scientist
Characters: Hojo and YOU
Setting: Throughout the tower. Pick a floor, any floor.
Format: Action to start, but I'll match prose, too
Summary: After some time spent wandering his ruined world like a ghost, Hojo has returned to the Tower. His first priority? Research.
Warnings: A complete lack of scientific ethics, which may come up.
[A great deal has gone on in Hojo's absence--he's been gone months!--and this has had the unfortunate effect of upsetting so much of his research. He has absolutely no idea what's happened while he's been gone.
So what's a scientist to do? Make his way through all the floors he had been so carefully studying, trying to salvage what he can. Sometimes he talks to himself. Sometimes he hums. Off-key or tunelessly. Sometimes he scowls and stops to take notes. Sometimes he smiles. And stops to take notes again. He grits his teeth, doing his best to ignore the cold. He's worked in cold (very cold) climates before. Fortunately, he has a Fire Materia, which provides some warmth.
One might find him in the cafeteria, taking samples of the oatmeal.
In the observatory, he spends a long time looking out, studying the strange creatures visible through the glass.
He takes soil samples in the graveyard, and biological samples on floor Forty-One, collecting insects. He plucks a few blossoms in the meadow (Twenty-Five) and in the garden (Twenty-Nine).
He stops in the clinic to deal with a few of the wounds he's sustained along the way.
He pauses to enjoy the morgue (Twenty-Six) and the laboratory (Twenty-Seven), looking for traces of his old research with Fuhito. He doesn't find much, though what he finds, he gathers up. What a shame. So much work lost. All the more reason to work more, and harder.]
So much to do, so much...
Setting: Throughout the tower. Pick a floor, any floor.
Format: Action to start, but I'll match prose, too
Summary: After some time spent wandering his ruined world like a ghost, Hojo has returned to the Tower. His first priority? Research.
Warnings: A complete lack of scientific ethics, which may come up.
[A great deal has gone on in Hojo's absence--he's been gone months!--and this has had the unfortunate effect of upsetting so much of his research. He has absolutely no idea what's happened while he's been gone.
So what's a scientist to do? Make his way through all the floors he had been so carefully studying, trying to salvage what he can. Sometimes he talks to himself. Sometimes he hums. Off-key or tunelessly. Sometimes he scowls and stops to take notes. Sometimes he smiles. And stops to take notes again. He grits his teeth, doing his best to ignore the cold. He's worked in cold (very cold) climates before. Fortunately, he has a Fire Materia, which provides some warmth.
One might find him in the cafeteria, taking samples of the oatmeal.
In the observatory, he spends a long time looking out, studying the strange creatures visible through the glass.
He takes soil samples in the graveyard, and biological samples on floor Forty-One, collecting insects. He plucks a few blossoms in the meadow (Twenty-Five) and in the garden (Twenty-Nine).
He stops in the clinic to deal with a few of the wounds he's sustained along the way.
He pauses to enjoy the morgue (Twenty-Six) and the laboratory (Twenty-Seven), looking for traces of his old research with Fuhito. He doesn't find much, though what he finds, he gathers up. What a shame. So much work lost. All the more reason to work more, and harder.]
So much to do, so much...
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[He wasn't intimidated, in spite of the fact that Sephiroth was larger and stronger than he was. He'd faced death and pain, in his own world and this one. He didn't want to experience pain again, but he wasn't afraid. He knew he wouldn't truly die.
It had been a while since he'd spoken to the other man, even if he considered the time in the Tower they'd communicated.
They had once spent a great deal of time together, but Hojo looked back on Sephiroth's childhood without any nostalgia or regret. He simply wanted to keep learning about his experiment, what he had become and was becoming. Sentimentality was a waste.
He came to stand close to his son, waiting for the elevator with him, noting the movement of his hand.]
And what are you going to do?
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He near glared at Hojo over his shoulder of gleaming armor before answering, his voice laced with cold deep hatred.]
Nothing that concerns you, Professor.
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[The hatred he knew well. It was familiar, and not only coming from Sephiroth. But Sephiroth's hatred, in particular, was nothing new.
He noted that he and Sephiroth had the same collar color. That was interesting.]
There is no reason we shouldn't talk. As I said before, I would like to speak with you more. But perhaps you don't remember?
[Having been in the Tower before, he knew something of the way people came and went, the way they came from different times and lost or gained memories.
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[If there was ever one voice that represented nails being dragged across a chalkboard to Sephiroth, that would be the voice. Sephiroth pressed the call button to the elevator again and continued to wait. He could feel the Professors eyes on him, and it was not welcome to say the least. How long Sephiroth could control the mild irritation from becoming a violent episode might be a good indication of his patience levels of late.]
I have nothing to say to you, nor will I ever have. Stay away from me.
[His tone was controlled though had started to simmer underneath]
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You were always quick to dismiss me, but we might yet have something to say to each other. Why should I stay away? It's not as if I can offer you any harm.
[He laughed, more to himself than for anyone else's benefit, and without any real amusement, putting his hands in his pockets.]
Tell me, do I seem different to you?
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His childhood being the least relevant, and therefore the first memories which had been surrendered, Hojo's comments did nothing more than stir at Sephiroth's already unstable mood.
Different? What did he mean by that? Of course Sephiroth had already realized that Hojo had Jenova cells based on his well tuned instincts.]
Is that supposed to be a trick question?
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Do I generally ask trick questions?
[Or was that a trick question? He certainly asked annoying questions at times, but at times he did genuinely want answers.]
I have undergone a transformation.
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I know how you-
[-gave yourself up for me? Was that really what just popped into his head to say? This place was really getting under his skin since they'd pushed their control over him. A dismissive shake of the head locked that thought away. Sure Hojo had sacrificed himself for the Reunion, what did he want a medal? Sephiroth had plenty of puppets he'd summoned for that purpose regardless of the scientists input]
It made no difference, in the end.
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[He laughed again. He had done it for Sephiroth, but also for himself, as Sephiroth was his accomplishment, his monument, so to speak. He'd wanted him to succeed.]
Are you so sure? All the worlds have been destroyed, they say, the life drained from them, and if so, I wonder what might have destroyed them. They never seem to tell us. Just because we've been taken from that destruction, that doesn't mean we've had no part in it.
[He liked to believe that his work had had such a great impact, but it was in his nature to believe such things.]
I haven't given up on my work, you see.
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No, why would he be brought away from it? More likely they destroyed it right from under him. Stolen his destiny from him]
They stole it away from me. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here - why should I need to be saved?
[It wasn't a question, just the thought train that went around every so often. Thought quieter this particular of late, as he'd settled more into the routine of living in the Tower. He made no comment about Hojo's work, and didn't intend to - no matter how much it might interest him. After all, Hojo had accurately predicted so much about him before - the thought of given even the slightest hint of consent to Hojo would be opening a door he wanted kept shut.]
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Why would you need to be saved? Who can say? They could have thought that you needed to be saved from yourself. They might not have saved you at all. They could have intended to rescue a survivor but made a mistake. They might be lying to you--in fact, they most definitely are lying about some things, it's only a question of what.
I'm sure you could think of a few possibilities, if you used that brilliant mind of yours.
Of course, it's also possible that they stopped you, that you've been stymied. Is that frustrating?
[He doesn't like that possibility as much, but it is--well, possible. It certainly frustrates Hojo. Someone else shouldn't be responsible for the world's transformation when he wants to be.]
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[He didn't need Hojo putting these questions into words - every time he thought of them from now on they'd have that highly irritating voice. A perfect way to make already tedious idle thoughts into triggers of rage.]
Shut up.
[Nope he just carried on, and the last question just popped the bottle top off. Of course he knew it would frustrate Sephiroth, how could it not. And the biggest problem with that, is that Hojo was equally frusrated with it!]
Shut up! [His bellow echoed around the corridor and finally the lift pinged open. Glancing at Hojo once more, his eyes livid with the anger that could so easily be turned violent, Sephiroth entered the lift]
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[Hojo had to laugh at this. An emotional outburst. How amusing.]
I see no reason to be silent. You've asked yourself the same things, haven't you?
[He didn't need to say we're alike. It was obvious that there were similarities between them, and why shouldn't there be?]
You shouldn't be so quick to discount me. I've been here before. I returned to our world.
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As such, there was no reason for Sephiroth to think any higher of the scientist than he had before. After seconds that seem an age - the lift doors close and Sephiroth ascends out of sight.]
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It did irk him, even as Sephiroth's outburst had amused him. Still, he hadn't felt inclined to enter the elevator with Sephiroth. He had some selnse of self-preservation. He would see him later, he was sure. He could wait.]