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doesthissmellofchloroform ([personal profile] doesthissmellofchloroform) wrote in [community profile] spira_rp 2016-01-07 10:23 pm (UTC)

Hojo smirked, putting his hand to his chin and supporting his elbow on the other hand.

So, Hebira's child was volatile. Hojo knew exactly how to get data from people like that. You simply set up the experiment, some simulated fight against an opponent, and told them there was no way they could beat it. You pushed the fact that you expected them to be soundly defeated, that they were weaker than what you had created, until, pride on the line, they went ahead to prove you wrong.

And then you got your data. He'd done it dozens upon dozens of times at Shinra with stupid meathead SOLDIERS who were out to prove their strength.

As for Sephiroth's sibling, he was, as anticipated, emotionally unstable, a trait no doubt picked up from the mother. He was easy to rile, which made him easy to study.

He'd already let the guard on his reiatsu drop, although he hadn't pushed it to full throttle, and if Hojo was any judge, and he was, he carried a zanpakuto, which was intriguing in itself.

"I've already taken the data I can from this meeting," he said, glancing at Kadaj. He might have to give it a few days and then steal a toothbrush, or hairbrush, for his genetic comparisons. "A kitchen is no place for proper analysis," he added, turning to look at Nel and Nnoitra.

"Perhaps my being sequestered in this Palace won't be such an inconvenience after all," he said, turning away to head for the kitchen door.

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