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[advent_kadaj]

Kadaj gets home and kills the engine on his bike before groaning and folding his arms, laying against it with a malcontent moan. His strings to his puppet have been severed, one of his wayward brothers had managed to best him, and he feels like hell-- the cells still haven't finished with the poison in his system. He wants to eat and sleep but it's

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[advent_yazoo]

Yazoo, deeply intent in his search through the stolen files, doesn't even notice the knocking, and only the door swinging open catches his attention, making him look up as Kadaj strides in. Yazoo himself looks a little the worse for wear, having had to beat back that damnable Turk, but his revenge on her was sweet indeed.

Kadaj doesn't look too terribly healthy either, he notes quietly. "...Kadaj."

[advent_kadaj]

Kadaj stares at him for long moment, noting his condition and then looking down at what he's looking through. He settles to rest his shoulder against a wall- a fairly innocent gesture that also doubles to help him keep his balance.

"... ... What are you doing, Yazoo?" he inquires in a rather quietly tired voice.

[advent_yazoo]

This is definitely not a conversation Yazoo wants to be having right now. "...analyzing the data on Mother," he says quietly after a moment. "Surely what I'm looking for is in here."

[advent_kadaj]

Kadaj isn't dropping it that easy. He narrows his eyes.

"What are you looking for?"