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In Person- Rocket Man
Rex is famously not fun or happy, but sometimes even he has to admit some stuff is simply cool. He'd enjoyed the opportunity to create a flying death fortress (which had to be downgraded to a more reasonable 'flying people carrier... of death!) and having permission to test some of that out means he can go nuts, right?
I mean, the permission was merely sort of implied, and he doesn't actually know if Yang has the authority to let him do that.
But it's close enough and if anyone has a problem with it he will quietly say... 'okay' and leave. That'll show 'em.
Rex is such a lame person that if he did things that he liked because he liked them, he'd probably have a collection of models. He'd never admit it, but building three tiny versions of his engine design, was quite satisfying, with the extra challenges involved. Setting one up outside, making sure the area is clear, clicking the big red button on his remote and...
It passes the first test. It doesn't explode. Its flight, straight up, starts slow but just keeps accelerating until it's entirely out of sight.
"Well. I'm not getting that back. I wonder if there are laws against littering in space."
Network- World's HOTTEST knife!??? Clickbait!???
[ It's a video, a couple minutes long, with Rex at a workbench in the Anvil. He's looking as glum as ever, with some nifty eye protection and a stack of papers beside him. ]
Someone paid me €200 to do this on camera. [ Rex gets that out of the way first, before pulling out a knife. Looks like a regular ol' kitchen knife aside from the handle having a little device added. He turns it side to side a few times, so people can see. Pulling the trigger on the machine has the blade start to glow, not with mystical energy or anything. Just heat. Someone with sharp eyes might notice it's wavering in place, barely visible.
That's when he moves the camera to show a watermelon. Rex swings the knife at it, and the fruit basically bursts into steam, the pressure splitting the skin and a mist blasting out from any opening. The halves spin around with the steam propelling them. The footage repeats in slow motion.
Rex has basically no reaction to this. ] I don't know why exactly anyone would want to see that, but money is money.
Hey Kids! What time is it!?- In Person
It's Indrik Time!
Rex's bizarre mismatched creature, the pony-sized, golden-scaled, cow-faced, deer-hooved, snake-tailed, firey lion-maned critter is absolutely the king of beasts and how dare you imply otherwise. What's that? You suggested nothing of the sort?
Well, too bad, he's gonna fight you anyway!
Despite being a great big chungus with his wobbly chubby belly, Indrik shares a trait with his master- being mysteriously soft of step, able to walk across the grass without bending a single blade. Which is probably how he snuck up on someone to headbutt them in the butt, with his head. Doesn't matter where or when. He did that. He'd do it again. Suffer, weakling. The only warning is a distant, "Indrik? Where are-Oh no" from Rex.
Alternatively, he may be picking a fight with another pet and/or familiar, because they didn't bow their head in his presence.
Indrik- Again!? On the Network!
He's still here!
[ To Rex's credit, no one else has ever raised an indrik (if that is even what Indrik is) before and there's not much written about them in general- some sources say there's just one, which is a distinct possibility. Training a unique animal isn't easy either- it's not like you can start over with a new one. Maybe he's untrainable, like a cat or Texan.
That's why he shares a picture of Indrik on the network- unable to look dignified for two seconds, the expression he sports is ludicrous. ]
Does any with animal training experience know what I can do with this useless lump?
[ Rex is very tsundere about his fat baby. ]
There are 3 songs called Learning To Fly, pretend I'm referencing your favourite- For Bai Lin
Like a man who agreed to attend a party but spent every moment afterwards dreading it, Rex has slightly mixed feelings about learning from Lin. He's both extremely excited and anxious- because now he's had some time away from that beautiful feeling of fulfilment he'd stolen from her memories, he's quite sure he's going to do it miserably wrong and reveal some weakness in the process. Maybe die. It's all possible.
Still, he made the hat so now he's in.
Rex meets Lin, looking like he's about to die like always and carrying a box, greeting her in Chinese.
"Hello. I hope you don't mind my accent, I thought I could take the chance to practice," he says, with his already weird accent (a nebulous balance between Hungarian and Bulgarian which everyone thinks is Russian) sounding just as odd in Mandarin as it does in English. But Rex's grasp of the language itself is good. "Uhm. I made you a hat."
He holds up the box between them. He didn't put a rocket launcher in there, but it is bizarrely over the top in many ways despite just looking like a fancy conical hat. It's one solid piece, rather than woven, but lightweight.
Vampeyere of the Tiger
Preparing Adelaide for a position in his official hero party was not something Rex was going to take lightly. The more he thought about it, the more she was theoretically ideal for the position- she has the potential to be extremely powerful in a variety of ways, wasin love with devoted to him and most importantly was one of the few people he actually believed wouldn't harm him intentionally. Despite her trying to kill him on occasion.
He used one of the few talents of his that he recognised to connect various sources and find one of the many ruins of the Outlands, ones no one would have any real interest in and got to work. Populating the ruins with the latest Phantoms- The Minim.
The dusty, dry desert location doesn't seem to have a sun- the sky just gives off a dusky light. He'd asked her to bring her combat suit, weapon and 'whatever she thought she'd need.' He wanted to see what exactly that would be.
As for him, he isn't entirely in the Black Dog outfit, though the cloak and hood are entirely suitable for the wasteland. Ripping a hole into the Outlands is a lot easier than he thought and they emerge on a high hill overlooking what used to be a village and is now little more than a footnote of history. With her sharp senses, she can probably see a few of the little round fellows slowly traipsing about in the sand, patrolling the dusty streets.
"This is it. Your first training ground."
Wildcard
[ Don't like these? Want something else? Hit me up on Discord ( DoctorChimera#5514 ), PM or just do what you feel like, man. Rex is always open to building people things or problem-solving in general.
No specific dates, time is an illusion.]
Rex is famously not fun or happy, but sometimes even he has to admit some stuff is simply cool. He'd enjoyed the opportunity to create a flying death fortress (which had to be downgraded to a more reasonable 'flying people carrier... of death!) and having permission to test some of that out means he can go nuts, right?
I mean, the permission was merely sort of implied, and he doesn't actually know if Yang has the authority to let him do that.
But it's close enough and if anyone has a problem with it he will quietly say... 'okay' and leave. That'll show 'em.
Rex is such a lame person that if he did things that he liked because he liked them, he'd probably have a collection of models. He'd never admit it, but building three tiny versions of his engine design, was quite satisfying, with the extra challenges involved. Setting one up outside, making sure the area is clear, clicking the big red button on his remote and...
It passes the first test. It doesn't explode. Its flight, straight up, starts slow but just keeps accelerating until it's entirely out of sight.
"Well. I'm not getting that back. I wonder if there are laws against littering in space."
Network- World's HOTTEST knife!??? Clickbait!???
[ It's a video, a couple minutes long, with Rex at a workbench in the Anvil. He's looking as glum as ever, with some nifty eye protection and a stack of papers beside him. ]
Someone paid me €200 to do this on camera. [ Rex gets that out of the way first, before pulling out a knife. Looks like a regular ol' kitchen knife aside from the handle having a little device added. He turns it side to side a few times, so people can see. Pulling the trigger on the machine has the blade start to glow, not with mystical energy or anything. Just heat. Someone with sharp eyes might notice it's wavering in place, barely visible.
That's when he moves the camera to show a watermelon. Rex swings the knife at it, and the fruit basically bursts into steam, the pressure splitting the skin and a mist blasting out from any opening. The halves spin around with the steam propelling them. The footage repeats in slow motion.
Rex has basically no reaction to this. ] I don't know why exactly anyone would want to see that, but money is money.
Hey Kids! What time is it!?- In Person
It's Indrik Time!
Rex's bizarre mismatched creature, the pony-sized, golden-scaled, cow-faced, deer-hooved, snake-tailed, firey lion-maned critter is absolutely the king of beasts and how dare you imply otherwise. What's that? You suggested nothing of the sort?
Well, too bad, he's gonna fight you anyway!
Despite being a great big chungus with his wobbly chubby belly, Indrik shares a trait with his master- being mysteriously soft of step, able to walk across the grass without bending a single blade. Which is probably how he snuck up on someone to headbutt them in the butt, with his head. Doesn't matter where or when. He did that. He'd do it again. Suffer, weakling. The only warning is a distant, "Indrik? Where are-Oh no" from Rex.
Alternatively, he may be picking a fight with another pet and/or familiar, because they didn't bow their head in his presence.
Indrik- Again!? On the Network!
He's still here!
[ To Rex's credit, no one else has ever raised an indrik (if that is even what Indrik is) before and there's not much written about them in general- some sources say there's just one, which is a distinct possibility. Training a unique animal isn't easy either- it's not like you can start over with a new one. Maybe he's untrainable, like a cat or Texan.
That's why he shares a picture of Indrik on the network- unable to look dignified for two seconds, the expression he sports is ludicrous. ]
Does any with animal training experience know what I can do with this useless lump?
[ Rex is very tsundere about his fat baby. ]
There are 3 songs called Learning To Fly, pretend I'm referencing your favourite- For Bai Lin
Like a man who agreed to attend a party but spent every moment afterwards dreading it, Rex has slightly mixed feelings about learning from Lin. He's both extremely excited and anxious- because now he's had some time away from that beautiful feeling of fulfilment he'd stolen from her memories, he's quite sure he's going to do it miserably wrong and reveal some weakness in the process. Maybe die. It's all possible.
Still, he made the hat so now he's in.
Rex meets Lin, looking like he's about to die like always and carrying a box, greeting her in Chinese.
"Hello. I hope you don't mind my accent, I thought I could take the chance to practice," he says, with his already weird accent (a nebulous balance between Hungarian and Bulgarian which everyone thinks is Russian) sounding just as odd in Mandarin as it does in English. But Rex's grasp of the language itself is good. "Uhm. I made you a hat."
He holds up the box between them. He didn't put a rocket launcher in there, but it is bizarrely over the top in many ways despite just looking like a fancy conical hat. It's one solid piece, rather than woven, but lightweight.
Vampeyere of the Tiger
Preparing Adelaide for a position in his official hero party was not something Rex was going to take lightly. The more he thought about it, the more she was theoretically ideal for the position- she has the potential to be extremely powerful in a variety of ways, was
He used one of the few talents of his that he recognised to connect various sources and find one of the many ruins of the Outlands, ones no one would have any real interest in and got to work. Populating the ruins with the latest Phantoms- The Minim.
The dusty, dry desert location doesn't seem to have a sun- the sky just gives off a dusky light. He'd asked her to bring her combat suit, weapon and 'whatever she thought she'd need.' He wanted to see what exactly that would be.
As for him, he isn't entirely in the Black Dog outfit, though the cloak and hood are entirely suitable for the wasteland. Ripping a hole into the Outlands is a lot easier than he thought and they emerge on a high hill overlooking what used to be a village and is now little more than a footnote of history. With her sharp senses, she can probably see a few of the little round fellows slowly traipsing about in the sand, patrolling the dusty streets.
"This is it. Your first training ground."
Wildcard
[ Don't like these? Want something else? Hit me up on Discord ( DoctorChimera#5514 ), PM or just do what you feel like, man. Rex is always open to building people things or problem-solving in general.
No specific dates, time is an illusion.]
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Eventually, the flames of Indrik's anger are focused from a blazing wildfire to a precise blowtorch. Not literally, but the weird creature does realise his foe is the one with the audacity to set their feet upon the King of Beasts! He attempts a backflip and realises halfway through it his one weakness is if he gets stuck on his back he can't get up.
Still, it's do or die! She can have a taste of her own medicine if he lands on her!
...or he'll end up just turtling on the spot. ]
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[Trying to avoid getting squashed, she jumps off, aiming blindly, manages to bounce off a wall, and crouches to cling to the first solid thing her boots connect with.]
[Which turns out to be the ceiling.]
[Thankful once again for the gravity-defying magic on her footwear, Jail sits down on the ceiling and looks up (down?) at Indrik.]
...This is just kinda awkward for both of us.
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His mouth opens, rainbow flames stoking in his belly. They're released not as a fireball as before, but in a constant stream. A constant stream that's not nearly got the range to reach Jail and instead makes him spin across the floor, like a Catherine wheel. Or Gamera!
Swirling uncontrollably, he eventually smacks into a wall and oh no. He's bounced onto his feet!
Where Rex gently puts a foot on his side and pushes, so Indrik flops right back onto over. ]
...I really hope he doesn't remember that trick.
I realized they were outside after I said she was on the ceiling, so I guess they're in a gazebo??
I dunno, it was a pretty great show we put on there.
[Figuring that this is now more Rex's problem than hers, she casually lets go of the ceiling, flipping around midair to land on her feet. With a wink at Indrik, she bows elaborately.]
Thank you, thank you, you've been a great audience.
[The audience of one very tired pet owner, one very angry pet, and the pigeon sitting shell-shocked in the corner, still contemplating the bullet it very narrowly dodged today.]
Pigeons can be indoors too.
Oh, cut it out, you're not fooling anyone.
[ With his ruse seen through, Indrik tries his other way to try and get out of trouble- become invisible! Or turn his head away from Rex and stare intently at the exact opposite direction, which is the same thing. ]
He didn't harm you, did he?
[ Rex is looking her over, hands on his hips and a foot on Indrik's fat tum-tum, but he doubts it. Despite being plenty strong and packing some firepower, Indrik is as competent as Rex thinks he is, which is to say, not at all. ]
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Don't be too hard on him, I totally started it. [She doesn't even have the decency to look ashamed about it, she just grins.] Was kinda fun meeting him as the real me, 'stead of being all tiny.
[Jasmine just had not been in the right place to appreciate Indrik's sheer potential for chaos, and she feels it was a missed opportunity.]
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Which means Rex promptly falls over because Indrik weighs like 500lb. He stays on the ground, propping his head on the palm of a hand and rapping his fingers on the ground with the other. Evidently, he's used to this. You can't be a dark lord without a comedy incompetent sidekick you keep around for reasons unexplained, anyway. ] He was much better behaved for the simulacra too.
[ He doesn't quite grasp why. Maybe because he wasn't treated like a nuisance, Rex. ]
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Maybe 'cause he was a kid? Pretty hard to say no to 'em when they're that little, they just cry and then you feel like crap for making 'em sad.
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[ There is some evidence of this, with the way Indrik stares at the downed Rex in a startled manner, as if he's not sure how this could ever have happened! This is followed by attempting the same manoeuvre Rex did- trying to roll him over so he can get up. He does this by stomping on Rex's spine. ]
Uboaaa!
[ That's the weird noise Rex makes when he gets his shit wrecked. To Indrik's credit, Rex gets up sharpish. ]
Foolish creature! The most use I could get out of you is a meal!
[ Rex says this, prodding Indrik in the nose repeatedly, who 'meeps' each time. ]
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Dunno, looks like he's got pretty good comedic timing. You two considered a career in slapstick?
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Indrik, kill!
[ Ever eager to make Rex proud, Indrik rears up on his hind legs for a wind up and charges Jail. Or at least, gets three steps into one before tripping over his own tail and sliding across the floor on his chin. ]
Never mind.
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Solid effort, buddy. You tried.
[She shrugs.]
Still not the least successful murder attempt I've ever seen, honestly.
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[ He claps his fingers against his palm a few times, which has Indrik spring up and prance over to Rex- he seems completely unharmed by the face grind. The little dude is a tank. ]
Though honestly, I find it hard to believe anyone could be as more inept than this fatheaded oaf.
[ He says, while vigorously fussing with his mane yet also refusing to look at him. He loves his idiot child, but he will not say it. Ever. ]
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[Jail is, in her own way, an optimist. She doesn't necessarily believe that things will turn out well, but they'll usually at least be kind of entertaining, if she survives.]
Guess you never spent that much time in Florida, then. [Ahh, memories.]
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[ Very little is worth what you have to put up with in Florida. ]
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On the bright side, it was kinda fun not being the weirdest thing that happened all week. You could take a look around and just fucking know that some dumbass was gonna something just as weird sooner or later.