Surgery Log

No remorse towards his patients. Crimson hits the floor. These are the tales of some of the more grotesque surgeries. ((Independent drabble blog run in association with geneticallymaimed ))

[professorofnibelheim]

I must admit, Dr. Hojo, I feel that we have a great deal in common. *evil grin*

[professorofnibelheim]

First post in four months.

Four, two...same thing.

Previously --> Professorofnibelheim

It'll revert tomorrow.

Happy April Fools.

[professorofnibelheim]

Alright, we knew this would eventually happen, but Professor Hojo now has a main account. I can’t deal with using him as a sublog account. This account will remain active for all the arcs and memories, however new things will be posted at the new account. 

All the threads that are currently active will be replied to there. 

[professorofnibelheim]

This account will remain online and updated as a...alerts and announcements blog.

Mainly drabble dump really.

[professorofnibelheim]

Alright, we knew this would eventually happen, but Professor Hojo now has a main account. I can’t deal with using him as a sublog account. This account will remain active for all the arcs and memories, however new things will be posted at the new account. 

All the threads that are currently active will be replied to there. 

[professorofnibelheim]

Alright, we knew this would eventually happen, but Professor Hojo now has a main account. I can’t deal with using him as a sublog account. This account will remain active for all the arcs and memories, however new things will be posted at the new account. 

All the threads that are currently active will be replied to there. 

[professorofnibelheim]

Alright, we knew this would eventually happen, but Professor Hojo now has a main account. I can’t deal with using him as a sublog account. This account will remain active for all the arcs and memories, however new things will be posted at the new account. 

All the threads that are currently active will be replied to there. 

[professorofnibelheim]

Alright, we knew this would eventually happen, but Professor Hojo now has a main account. I can't deal with using him as a sublog account. This account will remain active for all the arcs and memories, however new things will be posted at the new account. 

All the threads that are currently active will be replied to there. 

[silver-strings-kadaj-blog]

[silver-strings-kadaj-blog]

He nodded, “Most of the time I don’t care either. When I first meet people, I do try to not…be a pest, but that goes out the window pretty quickly.” He shrugged a little. The boy couldn’t really help his nature, he’d accepted that he could be annoying. Although, if he was told to leave directly, he would, basically with no questions asked. He leaned back in his chair, listening to his initial words before chuckling at his last question, nodding again, “I like being around you, yes. Is that so hard to believe? I don’t feel a sense of obligation to bring you coffee, I visit you because I enjoy your company.”

[professorofnibelheim]

The elder man snorted at the pest comment. The words to make the young silver leave on the tip of his tongue. However, gaze shifted back to the papers on his desk as he took another sip of coffee, half listening to the boy. No one found his company enjoyable. Not even Lucrecia had found it such and the elder man didn't care what others thought. It was his personal opinion that the human race was full of dull biltering idiots and that society was not worth his time. "You are one of the odd, very odd few." 

[professorofnibelheim]

Inquiring minds want to know; what's it called if someone's an alleged hippie and doctor at the same time? And I don't mean like Shaman, I mean like legit doctor. I thought if anyone would know the title of such a person, it'd be you.

"...Perhaps prehistoric medicine. Or Natural medicine?" 

[professorofnibelheim]

Fragments of Data:

[synapticnetdive-blog]

Shelke may have been talking to a hologram, but he was still very much the same in her perspective. The mannerisms and personality. Just without the human mind and ‘soul’— if Hojo had even still had one— to back it up. Regardless of what he was, human or data, he was one of the beings Shelke could honestly say she ‘hated’. Even without her emotions.

Unfortunately, what Shelke had not accounted for, what she did not know was that he’d taken over their leader. There had to be some reasoning for this that just wasn’t apparent to her yet.  Had it occurred to her, Shelke would have likely been horrified. It wasn’t something that seemed to occur every day. Data couldn’t possess people, it didn’t have the capability. Or so she thought.

She knew it had no gender, though the memories defined it. It presented itself as a male entity, and that was what Shelke perceived it as. Teal eyes narrowed as Hojo moved over to the terminal, the young woman stepping closer to it. He couldn’t hurt her like this, she’d no reason to no to. That didn’t mean, of course, that her guard was down. Oh, she knew full well that he was a tricky one, and she refused to be caught off-guard.

“Hm, that sounds like him,” she mused, batting off the shuddering thought of the endearment he used— even if it was more than likely in sarcasm, only. Still, the thought left another in her mind, and she wondered… had to know… “And what triggered you?”

At the calling out of the data inside of her own mind, she merely blinked. “I have indeed downloaded the research data of Doctor Lucrecia Crescent on the Sable’s orders. That is all, there is no reaction other than that. You’re an anomaly,” she continued on. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of reacting. Not to that, anyway. She was not under his power anymore.

[professorofnibelheim]

No, no one knew of his possession of the Weiss the Immaculate. Hojo's data had been written to be as conniving as the man had once been. It was a virus. The data could be considered a toxic virus to the Deepground mainframe which could have drawn the Professor's old project out of her chambers.

Hojo's data would have to use more caution when it was running through the network. However, he could change his own call signal at will. He would simply adapt and network farther and faster, calculating every move down to the bit of data that was sent through the system. The head rolled back towards the system and holographic eyes focused on the screen as data ran down in lines, the system set to auto defragment and detect threats on the plane in which the data existed on the server.

True he was safe, however, the data on the plane was a back up copy. There were copies on other servers however, if this copy was destroyed a trigger would send out to wake another. It would take time for the data to move through the server and it wasn't even gaureenteed if the data could make it.

This was the one true shot that the Professor's data had for the neo-reunion. Perhaps, after that the data would consider itself human. However, that thought barely mattered at the moment. At the question the data dissipated. 

It reemerged closer to her a smirk gracing digital features. The crazed madness deeply embedded in his programming. "Someone whom downloaded files off the server triggered me. It was a large file that needn't to be touched, yet a few people wanted something so they poked around and triggered his data-- my data." 

He could play this to her fault. This woman, that his sire had stunted, could be convinced that she was to blame for his sentience again. "Ah. Enjoy sharing a mind with a mad woman?" A laugh escaped the man, echoing off the walls as the data called up memories of Lucrecia Crescent and started piecing together a picture on one of the screens for the woman to look at. "I am. However, so are you." 

[silver-strings-kadaj-blog]

Posed with a Question:

[silver-strings-kadaj-blog]

His late fiancé had been a quiet madman. Kadaj never worried about his own safety—he knew the scientist loved him very much and wouldn’t hurt him, or he’d tell the boy to keep out of the lab for a while. That was fine with Kadaj, he could occupy himself and he was certain he’d hear all about it afterwards. Even during the elder’s nights of craziness, he could hear pained screams coming from the lab, which also never seemed to bother the boy. The silver was used to it, if anything. Those weren’t the nights of tender kisses, the boy remembered with a fond smile. No, those were the nights where even things like eating had feral undertones, the next mornings he’d wake up with scratches and sorenesses he didn’t remember the sources of, nor did he care to know. Oh yes, madness came in all forms, indeed. The younger smiled again, nodding, “That’s good. Mine’s…hm, it’s not quite started, actually.”

He chuckled softly, nodding, “I trust your opinion. I trust your brutal honesty, it’s what I need most of the time, which is why I tell you to not sugar-coat anything. It’s not what I want to hear sometimes, but it’s good for me. People are too gentle, I think.” Oh, death. Death wasn’t something the younger liked thinking about, in fact he usually avoided thinking about it, which may very well be why he was subjecting himself to this conversation. Perhaps he was a masochist. “That’s true, yes. Hmm, I suppose you’re talking about yourself? Your days are numbered? Didn’t we have this discussion at some point, and I told you I was going to make it an interesting twenty years? I only kind of remember, which tells me we were probably a little…inebriated.”

Kadaj used to rave there frequently. Now he didn’t go out at night, not unless he had company, preferably either someone that looked extremely intimidating or someone that he knew was armed. He, himself, had taken to carrying a small knife with him, but still. “Ah, I see. I’m trying to remember if I’ve seen pictures of it, but I don’t recall…” He shrugged a little. “I vaguely remember the entertainment sector. I didn’t know I was in it until afterwards, someone told me. Hm.”

[professorofnibelheim]

It had been his own madness that had harmed his wife and had driven them apart. He didn’t regret it in the slightest. There had been days where she had shaken him, pleading with him. However, he had brushed her off, telling her that she was the one that was mad, when he was the one at fault. However, no one would ever hear him say that aloud. He didn’t even know if he believed that he was at fault. He still blamed Vincent Valentine for driving him off the deep end. It was a much simpler solution to blame the man that got in ones way than to blame oneself.

“It’s not within my character to brighten anything for anyone.”  The man had to stop himself from saying “Ask around” or “Ask Lucrecia”. However, that was a fleeting care. The jacket wrapped around his frame was readjusted and they continued their walk into the city. Then death came back up and how long the scientist had left as a physical being. “Twenty years? Give or take unless someone cuts my time short, it’s highly likely that someone will come after me.” It was a true statement. Hojo simply pursed his lips at Kadaj’s statement. The silver was already indirectly making it interesting if he could call it that.

The professor normally traveled home alone in the dark. If anyone had wanted to mess with the man, he wished them the best of luck. It was true that he wasn’t as tall as some and he walked with a slight gait. However, he was also the merciless professor of Nibelheim. The person that dared to mug him would have gun placed in their ribcage and a bullet in their heart. “It was the only part of Midgar that was tolerable. However, I simply didn’t like Midgar at all.” The industrious city was not for that man. He preferred his lab and the glow of green radiating off the walls as he slipped into madness or as he worked in quiet.   

[crystallinecrescent-deactivated]

Expecting the Unexpected.

[crystallinecrescent-deactivated]

It was natural selection. It had to be. Lunatics were simply drawn together by a special unseen radar. She hid it better than the dear professor, but she was as undeniably flawed as he was. It was a match made in heaven, if you were to believe in such ethereal things, or rather a lack of options. No other soul on the planet could put up with the other to the extent they required, and so, without any -real- doubt, the two had been destined for a life together from their very first meeting. It may not have been a perfect ‘I love you’ or stolen glances across a packed laboratory, but that first uttered sentence had sealed their affection from the day it had been uttered. Who would’ve know ‘You bloody wanker’ could be so clandestinely romantic?! Before she had walked into his life, Dr.Crescent was well aware that her husband had been a bachelor or sorts. Personally she liked to use the term ‘Hobo’, especially considering his remarkable ability to look like a tramp with next to no effort. He’d allegedly cooked for himself back then, fending off starvation with a unique mix of culinary dishes that may make less strong stomached individuals exercise their upchuck reflex. Cooking was her self-appointed duty now, both a hobby and an obligation rolled into one as she strove to keep the unsanitary wretch she’d married, out of her precious and pristine work surface. “Why stop with salt? I’m sure there’s something far more corrosive kicking around that might tickle your fancy.” If Lucrecia had her way, it would be the other side of never, before Hojo’s demeanour actually changed entirely. She was used to his snarky banter now, and the unrelenting challenge he posed was perhaps one of the reasons she was as quick thinking in the lab. If he was still a complete arse, at least that meant things hadn’t changed. They were still the same people so long as he spat his venom, rather than the responsible and caged parents that would be constrained by responsibility for the next 18 years. It was a frightening prospect, far more so than the hellish eternity she’d signed up for when she’d agreed to marriage in the first place. Motherhood was in an entire league of discomfort, all of it’s very own! Eager to disagree, the brunette felt the touch was necessary, at least by her own standards. She hated the man unreservedly, but she also sought his comfort and his attention in that singular moment. He wasn’t all bad, but she’d never admit it aloud, least of all to him. Using the dark haired professor as her own personal crutch, the fatigued doctor chuckled at his words before squirming at his stealthy prod. She was tired, perhaps too tired to be playing this game, but she refused to submit to the parasitic child sucking the life from her veins. Morning All Day sickness may have been trying to kill her, but at least her spirit was intact. “You did always say weddings were funerals in disguise.” She whispered amidst a yawn, his lips sating her desire for blood as she poked and prodded at her navel. “Who’s to say you can’t have both?”

[professorofnibelheim]

It was either they were drawn together by radar or perhaps a noose. He knew his wife wanted to hang him. Lucrecia was mad; however she had tact and people skills. Hojo had always been short with people whom asked obvious questions. That was most of the population. Perhaps that was why they were drawn to each other. She was more than likely the only woman on Gaia that could deal with his quirks. She was OCD to an extent. That extent was that she would pester him for leaving the coffee cup from yesterday on his desk. However, the two had made it work. No, nothing was traditional; however traditionalism was not their style in the slightest. The first glace was laced with hate as she had unpredictably put the man in his place. Then the game had begun. She prodded and he prodded back. It was not a romance that women wanted; however for some reason it seemed to work for her. And if it didn’t, she would have let him know by now. Very vocally.

Before Lucrecia was something strange. He couldn’t imagine his life without the harpy; however there were days he wished that she would simply disappear. Yet, he wasn’t as orderly as she seemed to think. He did have a method to his own brand of madness; it was just something that he could only figure out. As for the state of his dress, at that time he had no one to impress. It was only after Lucrecia had marched into his life did his wardrobe change. Yes, there were far more lab coats and his wallet was a touch lighter after that. It wasn’t the fact that he lacked the ability to look nice; it was more of that he didn’t want to ruin his nicer clothing at a lab where a spill was guaranteed. Now he was banned from the kitchen unless he was doing dishes at the sink and even then he wasn’t doing the dishes correctly. “I’ll be sure to find something…perhaps something that I have cooked or something that one of the lab techs have cooked in that little kitchenette you love so much.”

Perhaps a curved tongue and watching what he would say to his darling wife was the best course of action for the both of them. However, he doubted he wouldn’t be able to go too long without pestering her in one way or another. The jabs were something that the both loved; otherwise there would not be this situation. Some had called it unhealthy. However it worked for the both of them. It wasn’t like that Hojo could change everything about his personality, and he wouldn’t even if he could. In this moment he needed to be more like himself for his wife’s sake, due to the fact that this was not happening to him, but it would drastically affect him. If this was hell now, he couldn’t wait to see what was next.

“No, darling I said weddings cause funerals. And I was right; you are going to be the death of me. You and this child to be will be my death. I know I’ll watch you bury me.” Lucrecia was still leaning on him. Using him as a crutch, while his arms where still snaked around her. “You should go home and sleep.”

[professorofnibelheim]

"As bad as some people think it sounds that seems like it would be really interesting if it wasn't for the moral side of things. I remember when I was at school I always enjoyed the more practical side of science. The dissections in biology, making compounds in chemistry. I especially enjoyed it when using the more dangerous chemicals like concentrated acids and highly reactive ingredients. But they are small time compared to what you do."

"Genetics can teeter. I all depends on what exactly you are breeding in those labs. Practical application is fine, you have to know you basics to move on to a great realm. But you are correct, that is nothing compared to what goes on here."

[professorofnibelheim]

((Oh oh!! I know...I know! Its from Sherlock, The Hounds of the Baskerville episode..))

[[ We have a winner! ]]

[professorofnibelheim]

"What's your favourite thing about your job? I mean, I know that people don't tend to enjoy their jobs but the must be someting people enjoy. Like modifying people for example in your profession."

"Hm. Genetic modification in humans and in beasts the crosses that you can get are simply amazing. I think one of the researchers made a rabbit glow once." 

[[ Ten points from Gryffindor if you know what reference this is.

-- Also genetics and surgery are what I personally see as his forte. ]]  

[silver-strings-kadaj-blog]

[silver-strings-kadaj-blog]

Kadaj knew that more often than not, he charmingly said the wrong things at the wrong times, or he was just….a pest. However, he also knew that it wasn’t just with the good professor; that happened with pretty much everyone he came in contact with. He had a gift for making conversations as awkward as can be. Hojo for some reason tolerated that, though. Either that or Kadaj just refused to leave the poor man alone, if being shot and still calling the man his friend was any indicator. Maybe he was too dependent on people he admired, or maybe it was a mix of all those things. He sighed gently, smiling, regardless. “You ‘tolerate’ me remarkably well. I’ve heard that you’re insufferable, but obviously I don’t think so. It’s kind of nice being around you, as a matter of fact.”

[professorofnibelheim]

"My wife called me an insufferable git for most of the time we were married. It doesn't faze me in slightest what people think of me now days. I could care less." Coffee was brought to the man's lips. Black brew sating the demon of a man. He didn't know what to think of the relationship that he had with Kadaj, if it even was that. The boy simply didn't leave him alone until the man sent him a warning glare and very sternly told him to leave. "As it seems I am insufferable. However, the coffee helps and..." The man paused at the end of Kadaj's comment and brows furrowed together. "Excuse me?"  

[professorofnibelheim]

((Genre: General mad-scientist madness. Partner: LOLOL, me because my heart gets aflutter when I've got replies from you. I know I'm not the only one, but yeah. Pairing: Shalua/Reeve B| Hojo/Lucrecia. Hojo and Kadaj's weird....whatever they've got going. Typecast: Classy yet batshit scientist. Moment: So many. Their first drunken rp. Kadaj being shot. Kadaj playing doctor. I'm psyched to see where Posed goes :D

[[ Dear lord. I knew you would do this. I have to agree I do love my madness. I do. You're a great partner! <3 Those are some of my favorite pairings and a strange duo. :D Thank you soooo much. I'm looking forward to Posed too! ]]