Hojo had spent many years, since the explosion at his labs, kept quiet and undercover at the grace of L, and Khamja. Hojo had no great love for the clan, in truth, but they funded his research, and that was what mattered.
He'd been to the Palace a couple of times in the past, but he'd been sequestered away in Daguerro for the past few years, poring over whatever scraps of information L deigned to send to him, and mostly getting on with his own work in relative peace.
It hadn't been so bad. Hojo would have happily stayed in Daguerro, but for whatever reason, L had decided to bring him to the heart of Khamja now, and Hojo had agreed only because it was to move to a better equipped laboratory.
That, and some of the scraps of information L had asked for his interpretation on were tantalising, and Hojo might have the opportunity to find out more, here.
He'd left clothes and other such encumbrances behind. All he needed was his research, which he was assured was already in place, including some retrieved from under Shinra's lock and key which Hojo had previously been forced to leave behind.
Well, it was his again now, for all the good it had done those amateurs at Shinra. They had plenty of ambition, but not enough guts to try and achieve, and now they lay in ruins, while Hojo, who had been forced to fake his demise to escape, was reclaiming what they had taken from him.
The Palace, when Hojo entered, was filled with interesting Reiatsu. He recognised one or two of them, of course, and another one wasn't so much recognised as suspiciously similar, although it was faded and the owner seemed to be absent, having left only the impressions that having been here a long time before departing could leave.
There were others, numerous others, that were very interesting indeed.
Hojo clasped his hands behind his back, and ignored L as he shuffled forward. He'd developed a feel for this kind of thing, over the years.
"Hmmm," he murmured. "Interesting specimens you're keeping here."
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Date: 2015-01-11 01:54 am (UTC)He'd been to the Palace a couple of times in the past, but he'd been sequestered away in Daguerro for the past few years, poring over whatever scraps of information L deigned to send to him, and mostly getting on with his own work in relative peace.
It hadn't been so bad. Hojo would have happily stayed in Daguerro, but for whatever reason, L had decided to bring him to the heart of Khamja now, and Hojo had agreed only because it was to move to a better equipped laboratory.
That, and some of the scraps of information L had asked for his interpretation on were tantalising, and Hojo might have the opportunity to find out more, here.
He'd left clothes and other such encumbrances behind. All he needed was his research, which he was assured was already in place, including some retrieved from under Shinra's lock and key which Hojo had previously been forced to leave behind.
Well, it was his again now, for all the good it had done those amateurs at Shinra. They had plenty of ambition, but not enough guts to try and achieve, and now they lay in ruins, while Hojo, who had been forced to fake his demise to escape, was reclaiming what they had taken from him.
The Palace, when Hojo entered, was filled with interesting Reiatsu. He recognised one or two of them, of course, and another one wasn't so much recognised as suspiciously similar, although it was faded and the owner seemed to be absent, having left only the impressions that having been here a long time before departing could leave.
There were others, numerous others, that were very interesting indeed.
Hojo clasped his hands behind his back, and ignored L as he shuffled forward. He'd developed a feel for this kind of thing, over the years.
"Hmmm," he murmured. "Interesting specimens you're keeping here."