is this your house, do you live here? you're not as sick as you appear.

[goodsoldier]

Who: Rex and Jason
What: a bit of stalkery, a bit of investigation
Where: outside Rex's lab, perhaps other places
When: morning
Notes: idk nothing
Warnings: discussion of snakes probs.

It is a brisk, snowy morning, and that may be why the thirty gallon aquarium that has been inexplicably left outside of Rex's lab does not have any animal in it, though it is full of appropriate snake materials — butcher paper for substrate, undertank heaters, places to hide, an empty water dish, and a climbing branch.

Jason leans against the wall beside it, one hand tucked into his jacket pocket, the other hand holding a cigarette, though he doesn't actually smoke it. He looks much the same as he had the first time he accosted Rex, just a little bored.

The only reason he'd been able to track Rex down is bcause Rex deliberately hadn't taken many precautions with his CiD. From then on it was old fashioned stalking. He can't say he doesn't have better things to do, but it hasn't taken much time away from his Militia investigations, and it's about a billion times less depressing. The fact is, he needs help. Lone wolfing this shit is just going to get him disappeared. He's not sure how to make contact with the person or people behind the transmissions, but that's okay; he can gather up his own contacts. Helena is probably in, of course, though there's always Benny to consider, and if necessary, he knows he can make contact with Tim, Batgirl, Oracle, and Superboy. But that's not nearly enough.

So who is Rex, exactly, and what does he do when he's not posting strangely critical snake lectures to the cohort? It's worth looking into.

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[requiresssacrifice]

"The means to leave an impression on your criminals," Rex says casually, as if he's not talking about weapons designed to smash apart obstacles and any people who happened to find themselves on the wrong side of the gun barrel. He opens his bag and pulls out a sketchbook, flipping through the pages until he comes to the middle.

"As for what I can do..." He passes the book over to Jason. With his projects and blueprints locked downstairs, he figures the sketchbook is still... well, not innocent, but it lends him some plausible deniability should this suddenly take a turn or the pictures somehow get out. They're just harmless drawings, after all, not not schematics to actually create anything.

The weapons-- rifles and pistols that don't appear to use bullets-- and accessories, like specialized scopes, may indicate that Rex has experience outfitting soldiers... or terrorists.

"Those are some of the things I can make, given the right resources. This city's technology may be limited, but there's always a workaround to be found if there's enough demand."

Except with the nanomites. Rex is still racking his brain to try to figure out how to work with machines that delicate in a place as backwards as this.