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[evowhisperer]

The main lab was supposed to be empty and dark at this hour of night. For security purposes, it was supposed to have been locked and shut down. Caesar was supposed to be in bed, and asleep.

He rubbed his face with both hands, then hunched over the desk again, squinting in the dim light. Numbers on the printout below him didn't change, not even after re-reading them for the fifteenth time: Rex's nanites weren't doing what they were supposed to.

Oh, technically they were. His brother's vitals were stable, and the bleeding had stopped. As far as anyone could tell the kid wasn't in any pain, though it was hard to be sure when he couldn't keep lucidity for more than a minute at a time. The problem was in the inconsistencies: his brother hadn't been hurt on his head, so why was he unconscious so much? Why were his blood results coming out like this? Why had both electric and magical vital sign monitors started shorting out without warning? Why, why, why...

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[abysusmal]

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."