The laboratories had proved... adequate. Someone had clearly done a sweep of them and removed any errant samples, and some of the electronics looked as if they'd been installed for him, rather than having been present before. There were also signs that someone had cleared away as much of Orochimaru's research and data as they could find, or as they considered sensitive. Possibly it was his underlings, or possibly it was L; who had done it made no difference when the result was the same.
But they were adequate, at least for now. Hojo had already started a list of supplies and equipment he would need to have brought in so that he could continue working, but L had done better than Hojo had expected of him.
High on the list of priorities was coffee making facilities. Hojo wouldn't have a little team of loyal samples to go and fetch him coffee, so he'd need some closer to hand.
For now, it necessitated him heading to the kitchen. He remembered the location of that readily enough, and it seemed, as present, to be a hub of activity. There were a handful of new reiatsu signatures emanating from within.
He walked in as if he owned the place, and eyed those resident in the room already, weighing them up on sight and sense, for now. Powerful, certainly, all of them, although they were weak compared to his own prize subject, and, like his own prize subject, they were almost certainly enhanced.
They were unlikely to be new members of Khamja, then; someone had tampered with them, which marked them as someone's minions. Now who might go and do a thing like that?
He adjusted his glasses, studying the littlest one first, before moving across to the effeminate Selkie, and the girl, and then to the large one.
Hmm. Was that a family resemblance, vague and warped as it might be, or was his memory playing a trick?
He huffed dismissively, and made his way to the kettle. They didn't even have a coffee percolator? In the very least, a coffeemaker was going on his list for L.
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Date: 2015-01-13 02:53 am (UTC)But they were adequate, at least for now. Hojo had already started a list of supplies and equipment he would need to have brought in so that he could continue working, but L had done better than Hojo had expected of him.
High on the list of priorities was coffee making facilities. Hojo wouldn't have a little team of loyal samples to go and fetch him coffee, so he'd need some closer to hand.
For now, it necessitated him heading to the kitchen. He remembered the location of that readily enough, and it seemed, as present, to be a hub of activity. There were a handful of new reiatsu signatures emanating from within.
He walked in as if he owned the place, and eyed those resident in the room already, weighing them up on sight and sense, for now. Powerful, certainly, all of them, although they were weak compared to his own prize subject, and, like his own prize subject, they were almost certainly enhanced.
They were unlikely to be new members of Khamja, then; someone had tampered with them, which marked them as someone's minions. Now who might go and do a thing like that?
He adjusted his glasses, studying the littlest one first, before moving across to the effeminate Selkie, and the girl, and then to the large one.
Hmm. Was that a family resemblance, vague and warped as it might be, or was his memory playing a trick?
He huffed dismissively, and made his way to the kettle. They didn't even have a coffee percolator? In the very least, a coffeemaker was going on his list for L.