Van Kleiss's steps echoed through the empty corridor that led to the lab. He knew very well that Caesar was still awake and researching, desperate to find a means to cure Rex of his ailment. Even as an adult, Caesar hadn't changed; He would stop at nothing to save his brother's life.
That was all Van Kleiss needed to know.
He strolled into the lab quietly, letting his shoes click a little louder to alert the young man to his presence. Sneaking up on him wouldn't rebuild trust, after all, and trust was what he needed if he was going to convince Caesar to do anything. Van Kleiss had been plotting to experiment magcally on the nanites for some time now, but it seemed fate had kindly provided an opportunity. With a push, Van Kleiss was sure he could convince Caesar to do the dirty work for him and keep his hands clean of any illegal experimentation.
He approached Caesar, seeing the research the man was pouring over, and spoke gently. "Caesar. It's late." He kept his voice gentle and comforting, reaching forward to place a gentle, encouraging hand on his shoulder -- just like he did when Caesar was a boy. "Perhaps inspiration will strike after a good night's sleep."
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Date: 2013-01-25 03:26 am (UTC)That was all Van Kleiss needed to know.
He strolled into the lab quietly, letting his shoes click a little louder to alert the young man to his presence. Sneaking up on him wouldn't rebuild trust, after all, and trust was what he needed if he was going to convince Caesar to do anything. Van Kleiss had been plotting to experiment magcally on the nanites for some time now, but it seemed fate had kindly provided an opportunity. With a push, Van Kleiss was sure he could convince Caesar to do the dirty work for him and keep his hands clean of any illegal experimentation.
He approached Caesar, seeing the research the man was pouring over, and spoke gently. "Caesar. It's late." He kept his voice gentle and comforting, reaching forward to place a gentle, encouraging hand on his shoulder -- just like he did when Caesar was a boy. "Perhaps inspiration will strike after a good night's sleep."