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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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Is his species.... very visually versatile then? I mean, you probably don't have an answer to that, but it is a pretty impressive amount of kinship to something that bears virtually no resemblance to him.
[ IT'S JUST A FIST-SIZED GLOWING AMPHIBIAN.... At least the toad is turning back to his usual relaxed yellow by now. ]
How'd you get him?
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[ Which may sound like an exaggeration with that fat idiot peeking between slats, apparently unaware that if he can see them he can be seen. Rex points at his own eyes and then at Indrik, who flattens himself to the floor as best he can with his round belly- doesn't make him any more stealthy. ]
I came across him on a mountain, as an infant. [ He's choosing not to mention that happened after he nearly died killing Indrik's prior incarnation and watched this one appear. ] In hindsight, he may well have been fine on his own- but he seemed weak and needed help.
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Well, if he'd really have missed from this close a range.... Then I'd second that notion. Which does make one wonder how previous incarnations even got by....
[ Maybe having been raised by a human made Indrik become complacent and derpy? That's probably a bad thing, but looking at him now, James can't quite bring himself to feel that way. ]
Sir here is just a common glow toad, there are loads in the Outlands.
[ He nods towards the toad. ]
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[ The idea of a warning shot itself would be completely alien to a prior version of Indrik, for example. Rex crosses his arms and taps his foot while staring at his beast- ]
I'm waiting.
[ With that, Indrik slowly comes over. It starts as a cat-like crawling on his belly like he's trying to stay stealthy. But it breaks into a deer like scamper when he's 'in the open', slowing down when he's closer to Rex. ]
Apologise.
[ Indrik makes a meek 'meep', but it's directed at Rex- who then points at James and Sir. Not him, them!
So they get a wide-eyed meep of their own. ]
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[ James looks down at Sir, who looks down at Indrik.... and hesitates. His expression doesn't change from grumpy-looking, but it's not like he can help that. It's just his face.
After a few excruciatingly slow seconds, he lets out a squeak of his own - and stays perfectly neutral yellow.
James smiles. ]
Glad to have that settled between you two.
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[ Indrik isn't quite as stupid as Rex thinks- he's quite likely to pick another fight later, but not because he can't remember who he's terrorised already. Just because he never gives up and embodies the Burning Pride of a Manly Soul.
And is stupid. Just not as stupid as Rex thinks. For now though, the chubby cowlionlizarddeerdragon slowly rises up onto his rear legs so he can start a staring contest with Sir at point-blank range. ]
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Well, Sir is never really outside alone, so hopefully we won't run into any pet emergencies here.
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Indrik is usually in the stables, unless I take him for a walk. Though he's shockingly capable of escape for such a dimwit.
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I think 'escape skill' is maybe the first talent any creature kept for a pet keeps up on, regardless of their other talents. It's like a sixth sense.
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Indrik is my first "pet", so I'm critically lacking in experience on top of no one knowing what he's meant to be doing.
[ His attention is slowly slipping from James to Indrik, with his Shepard tone whine. What in the goddamn... ]
It's...an experience.
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I... can see that. Uh. What is he attempting to do here? He sounds like a kettle with boiling water...