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multiversallogs2012-03-03 08:26 pm
requiresssacrifice) wrote in multiversallogs2012-03-03 08:26 pm
Entry tags:
adventures in monsterland
Who: Rex, Shrieky, Ana, Odessa and ~open~
What: Various things. Killing time, doing science, running away from murlocs, etc.
Where: Rex's lab in Brock Marsh, then open to anywhere
When: Various; any time during the plot
Notes: This is just a catch-all for Rex-things! If you want to run into Rex somewher ein the city after he's had to escape his lab, feel free to get in touch with me or toss in a new thread! Ana, Odessa and Shrieky can tag into the super detailed, lengthy threads I've established in the post :V
Warnings: Violence
This city's going to be leveled to the ground. If the monsters don't destroy it, then he certainly will. This is Dr. Rex Lewis's new resolution, after the all-too-familiar numbness of another loss, another case of his lover vanishing into thin air. As if Wichita's constant departures hadn't been bad enough, now Iago had to be taken from him, too?
Rex spent the first day after Iago's disappearance uselessly inert, half-heartedly going over schematics for new projects. More often than not, he would simply stare at one spot of paper and think about nothing.
And then, as usual, the quiet sadness passed, replaced with seething rage. Anger. Hatred. These were far more comfortable feelings for him. He took apart two of his personal projects, gathered what extra scraps he had lying around, and began to work on a new nanomite prototype. Larger, of course, than it should be-- hardly nano-- but right now, size wasn't as important as destructive capability. And this, after all, would be little more than a semi-functional model.
A preview of what he could accomplish if everything else fell into place. If he could ramp his work up to mass production levels. If he got a few like-minded magic users on board to help shrink and replicate his machines into a full-blown army.
Maybe this is just an elaborate revenge fantasy. Maybe it'll never get off the ground. Maybe he'll calm down and realize that attempting to blow up yet another prison will only end badly for him.
For now, though, Rex doesn't think about these things. Instead, he focuses on channeling his rage into his new project. Ana, Shrieky, or any intruders who manage to get in will find Rex in the basement, hunched over one of his work tables, lovingly installing saws onto the pincers of his large-scale "nanomite."
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That's an adequate descriptor of the sound that comes from within the lab. "Who the fuck put that there?!" Odessa has teleported in...
...to a rolling cabinet from the sounds of it.
The blonde comes stumbling down the stairs with one hand pressed to her brow. "You rearranged," she remarks, accusatory. She's also got a line of blood down the side of her face, originating from somewhere beneath her palm. "I think I got hit in the head. How are you with stitches?" Then she grins.
"I got video of it. It was wicked." Priorities.
I can't remember if Rex knows about her powers or not, SO I'M ERRING ON THE SIDE OF CAUTION.
He stands, reaching for a particularly sharp tool, then relaxes once he sees Odessa making her way down the stairs. A small smile quirks at the corner of his mouth, and he sets the makeshift weapon down on his work table.
"Change can stimulate the mind," he remarks, a forced lightness to his voice. His smile drops when he sees the blood, and Rex approaches Odessa to get a better look at the injury. He reaches out, as if he's going to move her hand to study the wound, but he stops himself.
"It's your lucky day. I've stitched up more heads than I can count." Then, his eyes seem to brighten, and he's barely holding back an excited grin. "What'd you see?"
Wait. Priorities. They can talk while he sutures. Rex goes back to his chair and rolls it over to Odessa. "Have a seat. I want to hear everything."
Science is the best distraction from misery. Science with Odessa, of course, is a dangerous combination, but Rex is willing to take that risk right now. He goes to his supply cabinet and starts looking around for the first aid kit-- ah. There it is. He brings it over to her and sets it on the table.
"How'd you get in, anyway? Don't tell me the security system's been disabled again..."
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Wait.
"I mean, it looks worse than it is." Smooth, 'Dessa. "I'm fine. I didn't get hit that hard." She cranes her neck to peer around the lab. "Don't suppose you've got any vodka stored away?" To his question, she blinks. "Oh. I, uh... Did I forget to mention I have powers and abilities beyond that of your average human being? Specifically that I can manipulate kinetic energy and teleport? I meant to mention that over beers..."
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He lets out a little laugh at her enthusiasm. Somehow, it's... contagious. He doesn't mind, however. Rex has a particular admiration for contagions and the efficiency with which they spread.
"Oh, I know. All that blood, and it's usually just a little gash." Which seems to be the case for Odessa, as well, although he does have to wonder if she's suffering from a mild concussion. Well. He'll test for that after.
Applying the alcohol to the gauze, he moves across from Odessa and begins to wipe away at the blood. When she admits to having special powers, he arches his brow, gives her a look, but doesn't seem shocked by it. Even if he hadn't been on the Barge for two years, these past few months in Baedal opened his eyes to even more genetic possibilities.
"You did forget," he murmurs, amused. "You'll have to demonstrate the kinetic energy one day. I'd love to see it."
He lightly presses the gauze against her forehead, trying to soak up as much blood as he can before getting the anesthetic ready.
"And drinks can come later. What did this to you?"
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She winces just faintly and rolls her gaze upward as if to watch what Rex is doing. It's not terribly effective. "For a minute there, I thought I was going to get it in the eye." Then she tugs her CiD from her pocket. "It's the damnedest thing. This is going to sound crazy, but stick with me here." Her brows start to arch, but she catches herself. Forehead movements are not conducive to stitching it up. "It was a monkey. With wings. At least, that's what it looked like. Fucker threw a rock at me!" The nerve of some creatures. "I'd have been able to stop it, but..." Odessa shrugs, sheepish, "I was too busy trying to get footage.
"Also there were giant robots." Naturally. "You don't have anything around here that'll cut through metal like butter, do you?"
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Then, Rex pauses, needle in the air. "A flying monkey threw rocks at you?" he repeats, as if to make sure that's absolutely what he heard. "A flying... monkey..." It's not that it's too strange to believe-- far from it. He can totally buy a flying monkey right now.
It's just that it's funny.
He leans back against the table and laughs, maybe a little more than the situation calls for. After all, the monkeys did nearly take out her eye and give her a concussion.
"Sorry-- I'm sorry--" he manages between chuckles. "It's not funny." Rex, ever the picture of a mature adult who doesn't laugh about rabid flying monkeys, clears his throat and stands up straight. "Thank you for getting the footage. I owe you, especially given..." he motions to her cut, "how you were injured in the line of duty."
Finally, Rex leans forward, looming over Odessa (he so rarely gets to loom) as he prepares to carefully stitch the split skin together. He pauses again as she mentions robots.
"Really." Now, that's certainly relevant to his interests. "What were they like?" After a beat, he considers her question, then shakes his head. "I used to have something better than that, something that could eat metal." Ah, nanomites. Perfect for every situation. "But the process is too... sophisticated to replicate here. At least for now."
He eyes the cut, wondering if the anesthetic has kicked in yet. "How does your head feel?"
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She doesn't quite settle back into seriousness. She's not always terribly good at that, truth be told. "They were humanoid, mostly. They seem to target Xenians. Reminds me of hunter bots back home, but those were like animals. And not several storeys tall, generally speaking." She flips through menu screens on the mobile until she finds the video she's looking for, holding it up for his inspection while she experimentally pokes at her forehead with the fingers of the opposite hand, checking for feeling.
True enough, there's somewhat blurry footage of what could actually be monkeys with wings that blinks out and in again, as Odessa teleports closer. Tinny running commentary is heard in the background with such observations as those are feathers!, aww, lookit his little face!. Clearly Doctor Wander is serious about her research. There's a long line of colourful and rather creative language as the rock plummets toward the lens, narrowly avoiding it, and the image skews to one side as Odessa apparently falls, then it cuts out entirely.
"If I had died, it would have been tragic." Hands folded in her lap now, she tips her face upward and closes her eyes, waiting obediently for the fun part to begin.