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Well get used to it, cuz it's the best you're gonna get.
I mean it. This isn't me trying to guilt you into anything. I'd owe you one if you did it.
[ he is 100% dead serious, no joking around with this ]
[ he is 100% dead serious, no joking around with this ]
Sooooo, you either have your own super secret stash of food, or you're just eating like dirt and dust and twigs.
...I'm betting on the twigs.
...I'm betting on the twigs.
Edited 2021-10-13 22:49 (UTC)
Owe me one? Why would you owe me one for this?
[ rex is the one who got himself into this mess, after all. ]
[ rex is the one who got himself into this mess, after all. ]
[ he just pats rex on the shoulder. ]
It's a long story, kid. I know it's not an easy thing going to them about this. So I felt like you'd be doing a big thing for me.
It's a long story, kid. I know it's not an easy thing going to them about this. So I felt like you'd be doing a big thing for me.
My other outfit is very important to me. Besides, I still need something if my suit is under repair.
Ahhh... Well, you see, where I'm from, all the heroes are sponsored by different companies. There's special mainstage ones, so. We have to wear our sponsorship.
Ahhh... Well, you see, where I'm from, all the heroes are sponsored by different companies. There's special mainstage ones, so. We have to wear our sponsorship.
You little brat.
[ but very lighthearted with that, laughing ]
[ but very lighthearted with that, laughing ]
There's a lot more around here than you realize. Being able to cook helps.
[ keeps squinting suspiciously at him, but then... ]
...mmmmnnnnaaauuugh, okay, fine!
Fine, I'll tell them.
...mmmmnnnnaaauuugh, okay, fine!
Fine, I'll tell them.
[ there's some obvious relief when he hears that, shoulders relaxing ]
Thanks, kid.
Thanks, kid.
Why not just have a backup robosuit, then?
...you're all sponsored by companies? Isn't fighting bad guys, like, a public safety thing? Doesn't that normally get funded by...I dunno, the government? The UN, or something?
...you're all sponsored by companies? Isn't fighting bad guys, like, a public safety thing? Doesn't that normally get funded by...I dunno, the government? The UN, or something?
Not sure, I didn't make them.
Is that how it works other places? This is what was set up in my home. Rankings each season, trying to rake in the viewers. That was the part I hated. But I wanted to be a hero and that was the best route for it.
Is that how it works other places? This is what was set up in my home. Rankings each season, trying to rake in the viewers. That was the part I hated. But I wanted to be a hero and that was the best route for it.
[ Rex pauses for a second, then shrugs. ]
You know, I'm not actually sure? I never really thought about it. Providence just always...had money. I mean, I know it's funded at least partially by a bunch of whackjob rich people, but we kind of had international clearance to do...whatever we wanted, so I kind of figured the governments were in on it too.
You know, I'm not actually sure? I never really thought about it. Providence just always...had money. I mean, I know it's funded at least partially by a bunch of whackjob rich people, but we kind of had international clearance to do...whatever we wanted, so I kind of figured the governments were in on it too.
I mean, we have the backing of the city, but we're the main force out there for the big criminals. So it's sponsorship that really funds things. I guess different places run things different ways.
I guess. I know some places have their own local EVO handling groups other than Providence too, so--
[ haha hey wouldn't it be convenient if, in just normally changing his pose, switching what leg he's putting his weight on, he manages to brush up against another shard on the ground or something?
And with that, they're plunged into another memory--one that's initially foggy with the haze of sedation, but that quickly becomes clearer. (14:37 - 16:03) Not all of the words are understandable, blurring into those damn otamatone warbles, and not all of the action is evident either, but hindsight is 20/20, and even if in the memory you're distracted and confused, the broad strokes are clear in the reliving of it--at least at first.
By now it's clear there's a battle around you. The green and the white ones are fighting over him, the entire lab is blaring a warning signal for some reason, and you're still on the table. You've broken out of the straps, but you still can't move, body seizing and stiffening with electrical currents. Lightning arcs out of you and it's--it's--it's painful but it's not, it's more than you can handle--and you don't understand what it even is. You don't know why this is happening or how--sure, you could cure those monsters earlier, but that's nothing like this--like parts of your body suddenly turning into machinery against your will, against your understanding--
The man in black and white approaches the table and, oh, whatever fight was going on must have finished, then. You don't know what the outcome was.
"Wha...what's happening to me?!" you cry.
The man has no answer for you but a cold, stern glare. It's then, in that moment, you realize he's holding the green man's sword. And for all that you're panicking already, terror floods your veins as you understand, he's going to kill me. He's going to kill me right here.
You're going to die here, slaughtered in this mysterious lab, your body betraying you, and you haven't the slightest idea how you got here or who you even are. ]
[ haha hey wouldn't it be convenient if, in just normally changing his pose, switching what leg he's putting his weight on, he manages to brush up against another shard on the ground or something?
And with that, they're plunged into another memory--one that's initially foggy with the haze of sedation, but that quickly becomes clearer. (14:37 - 16:03) Not all of the words are understandable, blurring into those damn otamatone warbles, and not all of the action is evident either, but hindsight is 20/20, and even if in the memory you're distracted and confused, the broad strokes are clear in the reliving of it--at least at first.
By now it's clear there's a battle around you. The green and the white ones are fighting over him, the entire lab is blaring a warning signal for some reason, and you're still on the table. You've broken out of the straps, but you still can't move, body seizing and stiffening with electrical currents. Lightning arcs out of you and it's--it's--it's painful but it's not, it's more than you can handle--and you don't understand what it even is. You don't know why this is happening or how--sure, you could cure those monsters earlier, but that's nothing like this--like parts of your body suddenly turning into machinery against your will, against your understanding--
The man in black and white approaches the table and, oh, whatever fight was going on must have finished, then. You don't know what the outcome was.
"Wha...what's happening to me?!" you cry.
The man has no answer for you but a cold, stern glare. It's then, in that moment, you realize he's holding the green man's sword. And for all that you're panicking already, terror floods your veins as you understand, he's going to kill me. He's going to kill me right here.
You're going to die here, slaughtered in this mysterious lab, your body betraying you, and you haven't the slightest idea how you got here or who you even are. ]
[ All these feelings. The fear... it isn't the same as what he experienced at first, but he gets it. He gets part of it, at least.
He firms up after that jarring scene he reaches out to take his shoulder. ]
Rex... are you okay?
[ Because living that once must have been hell, reliving it again... It was a lot, even for him just living through Rex. ]
He firms up after that jarring scene he reaches out to take his shoulder. ]
Rex... are you okay?
[ Because living that once must have been hell, reliving it again... It was a lot, even for him just living through Rex. ]
[ he's just shaking his head ]
C'mon, lets just get you something to eat.
C'mon, lets just get you something to eat.
[ Rex just. stands there. staring into space. ]
That's...that's how I ended up at Providence?!
[ he screws his eyes shut and then grimaces, growling. His hands clench into fists and then...before he knows it he just goes and punches the nearest wall as hard as he can.
It doesn't work. All he accomplishes is hurting his hand as he stumbles back to cradle it with a hiss. ]
That's...that's how I ended up at Providence?!
[ he screws his eyes shut and then grimaces, growling. His hands clench into fists and then...before he knows it he just goes and punches the nearest wall as hard as he can.
It doesn't work. All he accomplishes is hurting his hand as he stumbles back to cradle it with a hiss. ]
[ Well, he's going to go over and place a hand on Rex's shoulder, trying to calm him down a little so he doesn't hurt himself further. ]
You didn't remember that happening?
You didn't remember that happening?
[ he squats, cradling his hand to his chest. He shakes his head. ]
I mean...not really? I--I kind of knew they found me in the aftermath of an EVO attack and brought me in, but everything else is all fuzzy until...until they took me in as an agent. That's the earliest I can really remember.
I mean...not really? I--I kind of knew they found me in the aftermath of an EVO attack and brought me in, but everything else is all fuzzy until...until they took me in as an agent. That's the earliest I can really remember.
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