adventures in monsterland

[requiresssacrifice]

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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[studious_snake]

"Not everybody. Some people are actually fighting back, but I have little interest in that." He paused, then added, "And relax. If I planned to bite you, I would have tried by now. I simply thought we may be of use to each other, but perhaps not. I have to go back for my CiD, anyway."

He'd had to leave it behind earlier, stashed behind a dumpster, but he was a bit nervous considering how important that form of ID was in this place leaving it longer than needed. However, when he'd turned himself into a snake, there hadn't exactly been anywhere to put it.