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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, was ~~in 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.]

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[Toki listens intently. Though, even with the simpler explanations, he's still a bit lost on the concept and picturing things. Marcel is indeed not a math guy, and he's taken to leaning against the nearest wall and examining his fingernails. He hates his job.]

Wait- in space!? Like actually in space space!?

[He looks around at Rex's various projects. One item is a little shiny and he slowly reaches for it as he babbles about space. It calls to him.]

Yes. The engine design turns air into fuel, which means as it travelled faster, it encountered more air and accelerated. With it having no air friction, it just kept getting faster until it left the atmosphere and in space, there's not much to slow it down, so... it's going to keep going until it hits something now.

[ As he rambles, Rex scribbles on a sticky note and attaches it to the sharpened to a single atom shimmering wire suspended on a frame, that Toki is reaching for. It says 'please don't touch, you may lose a body part.'

He proceeds to keep writing them, all warning the exact way he'll die, but all hope is not lost. Some notes say 'you can touch if you promise not to drop it' and things like that. One, a small flat square of black lightweight, stiff material, actually says 'if you can break this you will be doing me a favour.' ]

[Toki pulls his hand back quickly, as the note appears. That wouldn't be good.]

Wouldn't it slow down after breaking through the atmosphere because space "air" isn't the same and it's all different gasses and things?

[He goes for one of the items can he touch and not drop.]

Once it's in space, it doesn't need fuel to continue travelling- it's not accelerating unless a celestial body's gravity pulls it, and it'll eventually decelerate, but it's going to take a long time. It'll probably collide with something before then and that will likely take a few millennia. It's possible it entered orbit and will crash somewhere, but I don't think so- not based on how fast it was going and how much fuel it had at the time it left the atmosphere.

[ Rex finishes putting his notes on, because he's fine with Toki playing around with stuff as long as he doesn't get hurt or damage it.

What he's poking at the moment looks kind of like a robot spine, some dangling wafer-thin wires emerging from one side. ]

That makes sense!

[Toki examines the robot spine, trying to figure out what it is. After much consideration, he thinks he knows.]

Remote controlled centipede!?

Uh. No. I'm developing an exomuscle system with some help from Dr Ziegler. That's the interface with the user's nervous system, so it can synchronise with the wearer. It started as a back brace to help with my back pain, but... I got a little carried away.

[ He's pretty sure that's all in terms Toki can understand. Maybe not exomsucle. ]

[He's never heard of this Dr. Ziegler person. Rex is in league with some supervillain.]

Don't trust that Dr. Zeigler guy! He's obviously trying to turn you into a cyborg for his army!

[He drops the creepy cyborg spine thing, as he now had conceptualized it.]

[ Rex snaps an arm out, grabbing the spine before it hits the ground. He's been on guard for Toki dropping anything in the 'you can touch as long as you don't drop it' category because he's Rex and Toki is Toki. ]

Uh. No. It was my idea and it's my design. Though she is a cyborg, my system has no invasive changes necessary.

[ He doesn't trust her either though, because he's Rex. And she doesn't know she's helping him make a war suit, not a medical assistance suit...

But that's actually due to misunderstanding, more than deception. ]

[Ziegler... Ziegler... Was she that... Yes! The other doctor in the infirmary he hasn't met yet, somehow.]

It's an invasion! Professor 18's a cyborg too! Now there's three of them that we know of!

[In his flailing, he's managed to touch something in the "may lose a body part" category. Never bring him in here, Rex.]

[ Toki smacking a container of experimental fuel requires Rex to flick a finger out, just before it hits the ground- it flies up and into his hands. ]

Toki. Please do not kill us all.

[ Rex is completely calm, but ready to cast more if needed. ]

I've assessed that possibility and I've concluded it as of minimal likelihood.

What if we're already dead?

[Toki watches the fuel levitate back up, and he'd forgotten Rex could do things like that.]

How minimal, though? Because you're making robot parts! That's how it starts! Then they take over from the future and someone comes back through a portal to stop it from happening in the first place but they can't.

That's oddly specific.

[ Rex has never seen Terminator. ]

Are you referencing a piece of fiction? I never have any idea what you're talking about when you do that.

[ He gently handles the fuel and makes a note to put it in a sealed box. ]

[SkyNet is happening. Just wait.]

It was a really old movie! Or was it... a warning about the future!? You can never be sure!

[And now another piece of information has finally made it to his brain.]

What happened to your back?

[ "You can be sure it was a really old movie," thinks Rex as he decides not to encourage Toki and talks about his back instead. ]

I'm very tall. It often results in backache- have you ever hard to put yourself in an uncomfortable position by being at an awkward angle, making your back hurt? If so, you'll understand that for me to do everyday things, I have to be at an awkward angle as very little is made with my size in mind. My spine is more often out of the neutral position than other people's as well, reducing my capacity to recover.

[ Sure, it has a lot of combat advantages, but being as huge as he is a pain in day to day life. ]

[That, he kind of gets. There's a lot of doorways Rex probably has to duck through, and public transportation must be horrible. The bus to Soleil has minimal leg room.]

I'm going to start a petition to make accommodations for you! Like taller sinks in the science rooms and the bathrooms!

[Rex deserves the best.]

Uhm!

[ That's very sweet but also incredibly embarrassing! Rex spends a moment just staring. ]

You might have some difficulty getting support if you're not using the network...

[ There, that's not shooting down the idea entirely. It's just making it impossible. Good job, Rex. ]

I'll get a megaphone! People organized things without phones in ancient times!

[Toki knocks something else off the table as he makes sweeping gestures of how big this campaign will be.]

I'll talk to Nana and James and we'll make it a big thing! The academy can't deny you your comforts when you're building aircraft for them!

[ Rex watches a knife go spinning and snaps his fingers, having it stop just before it hits the floor. It's sheathed, of course, but better safe than sorry. ]

I'm not sure that it is a wise use of budget, anyway, for one student's comfort.

[At that comment, he's come up with an even better idea.]

I'll pay for things! What else am I going to do with my money~!? We can start with taller worktables in the forge!

[He wants to be useful for something.]

At that point, it'd be simpler to create a workshop of my own rather than interfere with other people's...

[ He genuinely says it innocently at first, but halfway through he figures Toki will probably treat it like it's his own idea and suggest it. ]

[This is something he could do, and it would probably require less permissions than modifying current campus buildings.]

I'll build you anything you want! I mean, I won't build it, but I'll hire people and you can like have it on the campus, maybe, if they allow it, or like I could buy land near Soleil or a building to renovate and we could make it awesome with science things and an explosion proof room and a flat roof! It needs a flat roof for testing any flying things! And it could also like be a clubhouse thing and there can be a telescope up there!

[Marcel takes notes on those ideas, evidence of intent should something happen on a random roof in Soleil.]

C'mon Toki, that's too much...

[ Rex squirms a little. It's not too much. It's just right. But he doesn't want to look too eager to leech off of a friend. ]

[He wants to, but he won't beg Rex to take his offer. It must have been inappropriate for their level of friendship.]

I apologize. Offering you such things was impolite and may have implied you would then owe me something in return. I do not wish to burden my acquaintances in this manner. Please forgive my indiscretions.

[He stares at the floor. Marcel crosses off the notes he'd just made. There would be no rooftop shenanigans.]

We're a lot more than acquaintances. So. Uhm.

[ He hadn't had any plans to reveal this unprompted to anyone, even keeping it vague when Maverick specifically asked but... ]

It is my birthday this month so... maybe just a little place I can outfit myself? If that'd be okay with you.

[He can't breathe. A lot more than acquaintances.]

H-happy birthday. You can ha-

[He trails off in his usual manner, staring at nothing. Unshed tears of happiness brimming in his eyes...

Flashes of colorful lights and sparkles. There's a shining creature or robot of some sort hovering in the air above. It's made of geometric shapes in silver and gold and he can't tell what it is. With a loud clanging noise, wings spread out from the thing. Half feathered and half metal. The creature reflects the lights back and everything feels like being in the middle of a dance club with multiple disco balls and strobe lights. The cry of birds makes him turn to look. Seven metallic birds scream at each other, perched on top of a giant golden cup. The sides of the cup seem to shimmer, not with reflections, but from within. He approaches it, compelled, even though the robot birds are frightening and aggressive. When he gets too close, the birds shriek and fly off, the shift in their weight tipping the cup over. It lands with a dull thud, rainbow syrupy liquid pours out, turning to blood as it reaches his feet.

... He blinks as the vision ends. The tears are finally free, but he doesn't remember why he was going to cry.]