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[ladykf-writes]

Hojo Week, Mark 2

(And this time, I’m doing it) The masterpost is here, these will be a mix of headcanon and possibly some AUs from fics I’ve written.

May 06 II Day 1: Family - MoS ficlet

May 07 II Day 2: Research

May 08 II Day 3: Slice of Life - you are here

May 09 II Day 4: Pride / Ego

May 10 II Day 5: Weapons

May 11 II Day 6: Memory

May 12 II Day 7: Free day

Day 3 - SLICE OF LIFE

The VR Room was not an invention of Hojo’s. That had come out of the Technology and Innovation subdepartment overseen by Tuesti. That said, he had taken the time to learn to do enough design work that his simulations were widely used across the SOLDIER training program, at least from the Seconds upward.

It was a diverting little side hobby, something to lose himself in when he’d had it up to here with administrative work (Gast had never had half this paperwork to do, but that was the price for a larger department) and wasn’t in a position to disappear into the labs for hands-on work. Really, at this point all he needed was his notebook to reference and he could write out the foundations of extensive programs in an afternoon.

He had the perfect idea for a little hidden present to leave in the programs - and if he did it right, it would, indeed, be programs. A little wandering chunk of data that could appear at random in any full-environment simulation signed into at a particular level.

Hojo smiled faintly, chuckling in genuine amusement, and started entering statistics he knew by heart. A perfect idea must have the perfect model. And there was, after all, only one model of perfection.

What he wouldn’t give to see their faces when it triggered... maybe he’d have to attach a camera-trigger command....

[ladykf-writes]

Hojo Week, Mark 2

(And this time, I’m doing it) The masterpost is here, these will be a mix of headcanon and possibly some AUs from fics I’ve written.

May 06 II Day 1: Family - MoS ficlet

May 07 II Day 2: Research - you are here

May 08 II Day 3: Slice of Life

May 09 II Day 4: Pride / Ego

May 10 II Day 5: Weapons

May 11 II Day 6: Memory

May 12 II Day 7: Free day

Day 2 - RESEARCH

There was a time and place for honesty.

In one’s private research, honesty was an absolute necessity. You couldn’t afford to work off anything but the raw truth; that’s how mistakes were made, and mistakes would not be made on a project as significant as the Jenova Project.

When speaking to other project members, it was also wise to at least make an attempt to be honest. To a point. But both Gast and Hollander found Hojo’s suspicions to be unlikely at best, dismissing him without even looking into his notes. And well... on further thought, it occurred to him that - should the President get wind of Hojo’s beliefs - Project J may well have been shut down. Which would be a crime against science.

So honesty fell by the wayside, for the sake of advancement.

However, Hojo continued his studies, intensified his studies, and became increasingly convinced as the research piled up. The Cetra were the forebearers of humanity; while they would, of course, have differences, they should have been recognizably related.

Jenova was like nothing he’d ever seen. He had no idea what Jenova was, but it wasn’t a Cetra. It was a stretch, perhaps, to claim it was alien, but there was no denying he couldn’t find any relation between it and any other creature on the Planet.

Research had to be correct. You couldn’t run a project on the premise of a lie. Oh, you could tell your backers anything you pleased, but when it came down to you and your specimens you had to know what you were doing.

If only to himself, Hojo admitted Jenova was one hell of a variable. There was a lack of understanding that he would have preferred before getting all the way to human experimentation. But he’d been as thorough as he could be. He didn’t know what Jenova was, but he had a firm grasp on what to expect as an outcome. He’d tested extensively.

He may not have known what Jenova was, but he was certain that the end result would be nothing less than magnificent. Humanity would never be the same.

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18. “Cuddle me.” - Zack.

Genesis had been in the midst of reading his newest novel, engrossed to the point of distraction, when a sudden weight landed on his legs and spread to his abdomen and chest. Letting out a huff of air, he tipped his book down and gave his boyfriend a look. “Yes?”

“Cuddle me,” Zack said, wriggling until he was fully on top of him, pillowing his cheek on his arm where it lay across Genesis’ chest.

“…I’m reading,” Genesis said, in case he had somehow missed it.

“Cuddle meeee,” Zack repeated, puppy eyes coming out full force.

Genesis’ lips twitched and he sighed, holding an arm open. 

Zack crawled up promptly, tucking under his chin with a satisfied sigh. “Thanks, Gen.”

“Mmhm.” Smiling faintly, Genesis wrapped an arm around him and resumed reading.

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'I thought you said you were going to give it to him! Why is it still here?!'

“Geal’s still on assignment, I’m not gonna leave it in his apartment without talking to him,” Zack said. “Just give it another day, alright? He’ll be back and -”

“It ate my book!”

“Okay, let’s be fair here, it only nibbled on the corner.”

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shit, it's the same cover but a different edition.

“What?” Angeal glanced at Genesis, baffled.

“It’s a different edition - the book is different, I know it by heart!” Genesis insisted, staring wide-eyed at the passage he’d been at. “Son of a bitch, does that mean there’s more? How did I not know this?”

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"I can read you better than a comic book?" Genesis wondered if the boy was illiterate.

“Do you think that’s clever?” Genesis asked, arching a brow. He’d heard an abundance of pickup lines, but that one was truly awful; he was going to chalk it up to age. The teenager flushed and stammered, before quickly retreating.

“Maybe he means he likes staring at you for hours,” Zack offered, grinning as he slid an arm around his boyfriend’s waist. “Cause I know I do.”

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Lazard didn't know what he had gotten himself into, but it can't be that bad to talk to Zack's parent's right. They had a right to know what happened to him.

But this never got any easier. Especially not when he’d been friends with the SOLDIER in question. His own grief was fresh, and here he had to go tell his parents that their youngest son was dead. At least Balto had known already, possibly in more detail than Lazard himself. Sighing, he rubbed his eyes, locked the door to his office, and picked up the phone.

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"Believe it or not, Veld," said Vincent, "I actually do know what I'm doing."

Veld eyed his partner over his coffee cup, scowling. He was on his second cup of the morning and things made no more sense than the first time he’d walked into the back yard. Vincent was still sitting in the middle of a ring of materia, with a gods damned summon on his lap. “An’ what the fuck are you doing? Because this looks like mystic shit an’ we have talked about this.”

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