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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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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.]