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daybreakacademy2019-08-06 02:43 pm
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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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"That makes sense. Lots of activities require different breathing methods." He stroked his chin. If it were possible to see his thoughts, there would have been a few helpful illustrations showing how various sports require different techniques to optimise performance.
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I am not ACTUALLY a mystic martial artist, so I don't know exactly what kind of super cool breathing techniques Lin was going to teach, but she set about getting Rex to sit down, cross legged, and explained the basic idea about how to keep your breathing under control, which kept you full of energy while holding back panic.
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Eventually, she broke out of her trance when she abruptly realized what had been bothering her and asked, "What are you thinking about?" out of the blue.
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“In alphabetical order,” Rex said before taking a breath, unaware that was probably all he needed to say for Lin to see the problem. The list he gave was extensive but wisely left off his worries she was going to kill him, or was training him wrong on purpose so he killed himself, what he’d have to do to kill her, etc. All the same, it was a list of thirty odd things.
When done, he added- “Not very hard, though.”
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She leaned forwards a bit but didn't actually wait for an answer. "Nothing at all."
"Earthly concerns are just that. They anchor you to the Earth as long as you focus on them."
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"...I'm really sorry," he said, managing to sound like he was informing Lin of the death of a loved one. Despite trying for what, all of ten minutes? Rex felt like he had let her down. "I don't understand."
It sounded like she meant it was possible to not think and it made such little sense to him his mind had, ironically, gone blank.
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She thought back to that first time. The feeling of her feet skidding off of air currents. “You actually have an advantage here. You know what it feels like because you lived through my memory of it. So you should know. You can’t walk on air while you’re thinking about the Earth.”
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It likely said a lot about Rex that riding air seemed reasonable but not having a head buzzing like a beehive was too alien to be real. He'd already attempted to use that limited memory to replicate the technique, but it wasn't possible to build a tower without a foundation. "There's no such thing as nothingness. I can't conceptualise it."
He decided not to launch into a bout of quantum mechanics on the subject, mostly because he wasn't entirely sure how to say all of it in Mandarin. He normally solved difficult problems by relating them to physics, something he had an intuitive, almost artistic understanding of. Approaching things from the atoms up was, in a way, the most extreme definition of thinking materially.
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Pushing this training to it's logical conclusion might actually interfere with his ability to use magic, but that wouldn't be a problem for a long time, and he'd definitely be able to understand the risk before it happened. There was a part of Lin that insisted that getting him to give up magic would be to his benefit, but she ignored it. "For now, if thinking of nothing feels so alien, let's start with just focusing on one thing. Focus on your breathing with as much of your mind as you can. The feeling of your lungs filling up, the creak of bone and muscle as your body moves, the invigoration of oxygen entering your blood. Devote your entire mind to this one thing, and push out as much of the other stuff as you can."
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And particularly after admitting to himself what a terrible mistake he'd made with the Hollow Héctor, he wanted to be better than the stereotypical power-mad mage. He wasn't doing great, but it was a start, which is better than nothing. Right?
Her advice, however, was spot on for Rex. There were technically thousands of things involved with respiration- thinking about every single one of them was surely 'one thing.' Thinking about the individual muscles, nerves, blood vessels etc and their movements, plus the processes occurring on an even smaller scale took up a lot of his head's resources. He managed to get it down to four things! His breathing (sub-topics included), the music still currently playing, how Lin might try to crush his throat any second now and what a waste of human flesh he was that should give up now because he can't do anything right, ever, what a terrible excuse for garbage he is.
Though what he vocalised after a while, without opening his eyes, was- "Being aware of my pulse is kind of ticklish."
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Lin let Rex resume his attempts to focus and kept a discreet eye on him. She had to admit that while he still had the aura of a twitchy nervous wreck, he did look a LITTLE more focused. Progress!
She looked a little closer. Modern tech wasn't her strong point but... "Are you listening to music?"
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“Uh. Why?” He knew the answer, but he asked because he didn’t want to be right. Let him listen to this relaxing music, Lin.
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She was a bit scandalized that he so obviously wasn't giving her his full attention.
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And then it was very much a case of one step forward and two steps back. Without the music he became visibly more uncomfortable. When it's quiet he could feel sleep calling and sleep is death and once the music stopped he couldn't close his eyes, he physically could not. Not both at the same time, resulting in a slightly demented look where he kept a sliver of one eye open at any given time. Not that it mattered, as his breathing became a bit erratic. Too faster, too deep.
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"You cannot walk on air while thinking about the Earth. Your worries and fears, ultimately, will come to an end one day, as will all of this material world. But a part of you will always endure because a part of you exists beyond Earthly concerns. Eternal but ever changing, reincarnating as it travels through the world again and again in different forms."
Which is just Buddhism, but it had always felt comforting to Lin. Also it was the fundamental principle to understanding the various superhuman feats Lin could accomplish.
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"And that doesn't mean much if the entire world ends, does it? If there's no life to become, it's just over isn't it?" He wanted to stop himself but it was like the pressure in his body was building up and the black bile he called a heart started to ooze the filth inside out of his mouth. "Not that it's reassuring that the people who meant something to you don't even get to stay the way they were anyway, so they lose everything that made them who they were, forced to go back and suffer through it all again?"
Rex could swear he heard a crack spread through his heart at the mere idea the only thing that had ever made life worth living, his mother's love, could just vanish even if she was still there somehow. The truth, that somewhere out there his mother lived a new life in the arms of someone she lived in her prior one, remained unknown.
He felt sick of himself by the time he was done speaking, but that was nothing new- just more visible.