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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[requiresssacrifice]

Rex watches the little figure move up the ladder, his eyes dull, as if he's resigned to losing this game. It's all chance and no skill, like so many children's games, and Rex knows now that chance is not something that works out in his favor. No, if there's even the slightest probability that something will go wrong, it will go wrong-- for Rex, at least. Always.

"Sure," he murmurs, giving a slight shrug. He rolls the dice and moves, landing on a snake. A short snake, but a snake nonetheless. With a sigh, he stands and stretches his arms. Even though he can spend days in his lab with no problems, now he's beginning to feel somewhat cramped and stir crazy. He knows why, but he doesn't want to think about it.

Rex is oblivious to the scraping at first. He just assumes it's Shrieky doing his thing with the coffee maker. Rubbing the back of his neck, Rex turns to him with an arched brow. "Hear what?"

He's quiet for a beat, listening for whatever it is that's caught the mermaid's attention. And that's when he realizes the scraping isn't part of the coffee-making process at all.

Rex rushes downstairs to the small console at the far end of the basement-level lab, leaning over to get a look at what the security cameras positioned in the ground-level and outside are picking up.

Static.

Something's killed the security system.

Slowly, cautiously, Rex moves up the stairs to rejoin Shrieky.

"We should go... down the, uh--"

There's a crash as one of the windows is shattered. Rex had the foresight to board each of them up, but now there's a frantic thudding, as something tries to break through the wooden boards.