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Characters: Kadaj (

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Location: In the streets, heading towards the carnival, though still a good distance from it.
Rating: PG - this may change, depending on who he meets.
Time: August 17th
Description: Not about to let Sephiroth and Cloud to lead him around by the hand, Kadaj is out in the city, intent on getting a communicator.

Kadaj wasn't one to stay in one place for very long. not when the majority of his short life had been taken up in the search for JENOVA, constantly on the move in the hopes that he and his brothers would find some clue that would lead them to her. Now, despite knowing that his 'Mother' wasn't in his city, he didn't find reason to idle. He'd spent the last few days familiarizing himself with the cityscape, isolating the most vulnerable areas, and the most important buildings where he'd likely find what he was looking for.

This supposed 'BREW'- the device that Sephiroth claimed had brought all of them here- was a powerful machine. And it made sense that something of that nature would be with the most powerful person. This rumored Death God that lived within the walls of the school in the center of town… Kadaj had no doubts that he was the one to go to for answers.

But before he could do anything of that nature, the remnant wanted to make sure of that he wasn't accomplishing this alone without reason. The communicator Sephiroth and Cloud both possessed, and inconveniently, kept on their person most of the time, seemed the ideal way go about checking if his brothers had arrived here as well.

This was why Kadaj was walking towards the source of all the ruckus in the city for the past few days. There were bound to be people there, ones with the same communicator his brothers had possessed- communicators that he wouldn't mind taking by coercion or force if it came to that.

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Kaworu was one of the many people in the carnival who had in his possession a communicator and perhaps the most vulnerable of them all. Testing the popular 'stair theory' had done a number on him, resulting in a lot of broken bones and bruising. It was a miracle that he lived at all, but here he was, on the way to the carnival with an arm in a sling, a sore chest and a limp.

It's only easy to assume that he's easy pickings.

It was almost too easy.

Eyeing the stranger with the limp and the apparent injuries, Kadaj passed by several other individuals coming from the carnival, one hand drumming his fingers impatiently on his makeshift weapon. The katana was as close of a match to his Souba as he could find, and until he could fashion a weapon with two blades, he was content to settle for it.

His hand resting on the hilt of his blade, Kadaj didn't draw it as he fell into step beside the limping boy, doubting he would need it.

"Going somewhere?"

He heard the footsteps under the din of combined carnival attractions and carnival-goers and turned his head slightly when it came close enough to match his admittedly slow pace. It was a blessing that the carnival went on until the evening, otherwise he wouldn't be able to go at all!

Feeling a smile touch his face, Kaworu glanced to the side at his companion. A guest by the style of his clothing and appearance, a fighter by the way he walked and the sword he carried and… interesting. Human, or beast?

"Yes, actually. Are you going to the carnival as well, journeyman?"

On the surface, most definitely human, but beneath it was a mystery to both of them- more so since Kadaj got here. On Gaia, he didn't feel pain, didn't bleed, didn't need to eat, because he had no body. Only the semblance of one the corrupted lifestream had given him. Existing here, however, was a different story entirely.

"Journeyman?" He asked, amused as he gave the other boy a casual onceover, looking for any weapons nor any particular signs that he knew how to fight. "You could say that. I'm more interested in something else though."

Being pulled into this world with a weapon like BREW meant that coming here automatically limited whatever abilities they had. A censure to the degree that it even sealed Kaworu's powers. It was already difficult for him to remember that he couldn't regenerate back home, what now that he was almost deaf and blind.

Ordinary human senses were lacking in comparison to what he had before but in the same way, he couldn't help but admire them for having them in the first place.

"Yes, like the traveler searching for a new land, or perhaps on a visit to a place he decides on," he elaborated with a gesture of his good arm. It was only too easy to assume that Kaworu was untrained and careless by the way he acted. "What might that be?"

In contrast, human senses were much more than Kadaj was accustomed too. The invulnerability he now lacked disturbed him- though it helped to know that he wasn't the only one given this weakness.

For all he knew, this boy might have been an able fighter back where he came from, though none of that mattered here and now.

He snorted at his description, not at all endeared by the assumption. "I want nothing more but to return to Mother." Glancing over him for some sign of that communicator, he shrugged, the motion deliberately casual. "Some way of contacting my brothers. Nothing you can provide me with I'm sure."

"Don't we all?" Mothers were very precious people, after all. He never had one, could only imagine having one like Shinji or Asuka did.

"Oh! Siblings," he could imagine wanting to contact his siblings, though. But almost distantly. He was sure his siblings weren't interested in talking to him. "Do you not have a communicator?"

"Do we?" He asked, shooting the question back at him, eyes narrowed, doubting the other boy understood what he was speaking of at all. He didn't know what it was like, to be needed by Mother, and to need to be needed.

"Is that what it's called?" he asked, his lips turning up in interest as he peered at him. Contacting his siblings was very much necessary. Mother needed them almost as much as she did him, to fulfill her plans. "You have one then."

There were always those who prided themselves to be the world's tiniest violin. There was never enough foresight, never enough thought put into reality that Kaworu often wondered at Lilin's limited sight.

Mostly amazing because somehow, they were able to either steer themselves into walls or avoid them despite it.

"Spirit-sensei distributed them to everyone who stayed for the tour. Maybe if you chose another time to leave, maybe you wouldn't be having this problem.

Lend me your hand."

"I wasn't interested in what he had to say," he said with a dismissive shrug, his tone bored. The red hair man talked about some war he had expected them to fight, and had failed to notice that he'd managed to pull Kadaj from the midsts of one- a war he couldn't afford to lose.

He tilted his head at him, his eyes narrowed and calculating before he gave him a small smile. "Lend me your communicator." He held out his hand. "Fair trade, isn't it?"

"You'd be surprised what hearing someone out can do." He said softly, taking his hand and pressing his communicator into it before curling Kadaj's fingers around it.

He knew how it is to miss someone, how to miss his own world. He had duties there, but the quickest way to get there was to cooperate. For now.

He tilted his head and shot him a small smile. "You can have it."

"It makes them feel important," he said with a shrug, taking the communicator from him without so much as a word of thanks, glancing at the tiny device. "And why would I want to make them feel like they're worth any more than they are?"

Kaworu was on his own then. Kadaj had little intent of cooperating outside of this exchange.

He arched a brow at him at the last statement. "Not going to need it?"

"Because it might give you information that might be useful," he said with a small smile, shrugging helplessly. "Or might not be."

He shook his head, eyes lowered in thought though he made eye contact when he spoke. "You need it more than I."

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