[ oh wow there's a lot happening all of a sudden in this memory, huh. Honestly, the chaos is almost comforting. But also... ]
That...was so...cool! Is that what you do for work? With the cool robot suit instead of the goofy mask? Oh man, and the last second build-out? That was sick!
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.
...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?
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.
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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
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Here comes another one.
[ it's not said in any kind of annoyance, but more... amusement? ]
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...don't tell me you've been out long enough that other people are beating me to the bed threats!
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...I can't tell if I'm impressed, or disappointed.
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[ comes a few steps closer to him--and the shards. perhaps he can even accidentally kick one towards kotetsu? ]
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[ but here is some Good Luck Mode! for Rex to see ]
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That...was so...cool! Is that what you do for work? With the cool robot suit instead of the goofy mask? Oh man, and the last second build-out? That was sick!
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[ he grins pretty bright at that! ok, maybe he has a lot of times he does dumb things, but at least he actually got a cool memory out, ]
Hey, I like my mask. But that's usually what I'm wearing, unless my suit's under repair.
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What do you do when it's under repair?
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[ do not believe him ]
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Well, you know, fill in the blanks at least a little, wouldja?
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It's a spandex suit, mainly in blue and white with some gold and black parts. I had my sponsor, TOPMAG on it.
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What's the sponsor thing, though? Aren't superheroes supposed to have their like name or logo or whatever on their suits?
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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.
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...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?
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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.
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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You didn't remember that happening?
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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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[ He places his hand on the top of his head. ]
So, they eventually realized you weren't trying to hurt them...
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