Hojo's eyebrows rose in surprise. Twelve indicated some nicely consistent results, and he was quietly impressed.
He wanted that data.
The last words lanced through his thoughts with the power of a klaxon.
"Really?" He looked at Aizen, in obvious surprise. "Where in the world did you get your hands on a Turk?" An 'ex'-Turk, no less, a living one. The thought that the incompetencies of that idiot Heidegger had allowed someone with the insights of a Turk escape all the way to Draklor amused him greatly.
He must have been a very good Turk. No wonder he'd made for an equally good specimen, then.
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Date: 2015-01-14 10:04 pm (UTC)He wanted that data.
The last words lanced through his thoughts with the power of a klaxon.
"Really?" He looked at Aizen, in obvious surprise. "Where in the world did you get your hands on a Turk?" An 'ex'-Turk, no less, a living one. The thought that the incompetencies of that idiot Heidegger had allowed someone with the insights of a Turk escape all the way to Draklor amused him greatly.
He must have been a very good Turk. No wonder he'd made for an equally good specimen, then.