Dr. Rex Lewis (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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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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.