Hojo looked up at Gin as he approached, and adjusted his glasses. He remembered this one; he'd been younger, and, if Hojo was any judge, and he was, somewhat less powerful back then, too.
"Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated," Hojo said, adjusting his glasses. He'd been told it was for his own protection but, frankly, Hojo hadn't been pleased with it, at the time. Especially since some of his precious research had been lost in the aftermath, and some of it hadn't just been lost to him. He'd spent some of his time since covering old ground because of that, but he'd been promised that a return to the Desert Palace would include some of his otherwise unrepeatable studies. You just couldn't find the samples for some, any more.
"Much to the disappointment of some, I'm sure," he added. Gin included, most likely, and Hojo hadn't really got along with any of the other 'scientists', as they insisted on calling themselves, that he'd met, so he expected they hadn't mourned his apparent passing.
"I'm in need of a larger laboratory," he said, with a sideways and disdainful glance at L, "the arrangements that had been made for me were woefully insufficient for my work, and I'm told that hack Orochimaru got himself killed, leaving his laboratories without an owner." It had only been a matter of time with Orochimaru, who had made a little progress in his field, if Hojo was being charitable, but the fool sought immortality, and it was inevitably going to lead to his demise. Being able to pick over whatever respectable scraps of information Orochimaru had lucked into discovering with his tinkering was like a dusting of icing sugar on the cake. "Of course, I don't expect it to be up to my old standards, but I shall have to make do."
And already he could feel the presence of numerous, powerful specimens he would have to study. He was going to be so busy.
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Date: 2015-01-12 01:11 am (UTC)"Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated," Hojo said, adjusting his glasses. He'd been told it was for his own protection but, frankly, Hojo hadn't been pleased with it, at the time. Especially since some of his precious research had been lost in the aftermath, and some of it hadn't just been lost to him. He'd spent some of his time since covering old ground because of that, but he'd been promised that a return to the Desert Palace would include some of his otherwise unrepeatable studies. You just couldn't find the samples for some, any more.
"Much to the disappointment of some, I'm sure," he added. Gin included, most likely, and Hojo hadn't really got along with any of the other 'scientists', as they insisted on calling themselves, that he'd met, so he expected they hadn't mourned his apparent passing.
"I'm in need of a larger laboratory," he said, with a sideways and disdainful glance at L, "the arrangements that had been made for me were woefully insufficient for my work, and I'm told that hack Orochimaru got himself killed, leaving his laboratories without an owner." It had only been a matter of time with Orochimaru, who had made a little progress in his field, if Hojo was being charitable, but the fool sought immortality, and it was inevitably going to lead to his demise. Being able to pick over whatever respectable scraps of information Orochimaru had lucked into discovering with his tinkering was like a dusting of icing sugar on the cake. "Of course, I don't expect it to be up to my old standards, but I shall have to make do."
And already he could feel the presence of numerous, powerful specimens he would have to study. He was going to be so busy.