Hojo smirked, his attention now caught. He'd noticed a resemblance, but that was confirmation.
"You're Hebira's child," he said, looking directly at the tall one. The pink haired one was clearly some sort of tedious science groupie, and although the adulation was far from misplaced, Hojo didn't have time to spare for dealing with his ilk, but the son of Hebira Jiruga required a little more attention.
Hojo actually smiled, although it wasn't a nice smile. Hebira hadn't talked about him much, but Hojo had heard fragments now and again. How interesting that he should be here, under someone else's command in Khamja, and having undergone some enhancement himself!
"The apple didn't fall far from the tree, then," he said. "Whose are you?" He repeated, much more interested in the answer, now.
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Date: 2015-01-13 08:40 pm (UTC)"You're Hebira's child," he said, looking directly at the tall one. The pink haired one was clearly some sort of tedious science groupie, and although the adulation was far from misplaced, Hojo didn't have time to spare for dealing with his ilk, but the son of Hebira Jiruga required a little more attention.
Hojo actually smiled, although it wasn't a nice smile. Hebira hadn't talked about him much, but Hojo had heard fragments now and again. How interesting that he should be here, under someone else's command in Khamja, and having undergone some enhancement himself!
"The apple didn't fall far from the tree, then," he said. "Whose are you?" He repeated, much more interested in the answer, now.