Hojo had been holed up in his new laboratory for a few hours. He'd come out for drinks, and then at some point knew he'd have to surrender to the inevitable and obtain food, too. Nicotine was a good appetite suppressant, but it wouldn't hold off the inevitable, so he'd ventured out, again.
He was, however, loath to cease working just because he had to eat. He'd been forced to leave some books behind in Daguerreo, although L assured him, repeatedly, that they would be retrieved and returned to him, and the Palace's library was... not insubstantial. Actually, Hojo had to grudgingly accept that it was a respectable collection of the more esoteric texts on numerous subjects; the result of Khamja collecting the more esoteric type of scholar.
He ventured into the library before heading back to the kitchen. A terminal here suggested L had, up until recently, made judicious use of the library's resources too, although he was curiously absent right now. Hojo breezed past, hands clasped behind his back, as he tried to get his bearings.
Aizen was here, too. There were a handful of signatures lingering among the library's shelves that suggested at least three people who spent considerable time in here; one was Aizen, the other two were unknown. L, weak as he was, struggled even to make it into the background noise away from the terminal he worked from, compared to those three.
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Date: 2015-01-14 06:33 pm (UTC)He was, however, loath to cease working just because he had to eat. He'd been forced to leave some books behind in Daguerreo, although L assured him, repeatedly, that they would be retrieved and returned to him, and the Palace's library was... not insubstantial. Actually, Hojo had to grudgingly accept that it was a respectable collection of the more esoteric texts on numerous subjects; the result of Khamja collecting the more esoteric type of scholar.
He ventured into the library before heading back to the kitchen. A terminal here suggested L had, up until recently, made judicious use of the library's resources too, although he was curiously absent right now. Hojo breezed past, hands clasped behind his back, as he tried to get his bearings.
Aizen was here, too. There were a handful of signatures lingering among the library's shelves that suggested at least three people who spent considerable time in here; one was Aizen, the other two were unknown. L, weak as he was, struggled even to make it into the background noise away from the terminal he worked from, compared to those three.