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.
[ Rex finally begins to uncurl himself, sitting down on the ground with his knees still up, but no longer pressed against his chest, his arms removed from his head and now resting on his knees. He tries to give Kotetsu a reassuring smile. ]
...well, it's not so bad now, at least. Heck, White's even saved me a few times by now, he's more like a grumpy uncle than anything. So it's fine!
What do you want me to say? I'm mad? Of course I'm mad! But it's not like that changes anything, cuz now there's someone even worse we both have to fight, and it's not like White's the same guy now as he was then, so it's just--!
[ he kicks at the ground, conjuring up a cloud of dust. Then he stiffens and closes in on himself, arms crossed and tense. ]
...it's not exactly like I can do something about it now.
Nah. I prefer smashing monsters and bad guys as my outlet, thanks. If you find any, send 'em my way and then I'll do all the therapeutic yelling-about-my-feelings stuff.
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on 2021-10-14 06:43 am (UTC)[ 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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on 2021-10-14 07:11 pm (UTC)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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on 2021-10-14 11:32 pm (UTC)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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on 2021-10-15 03:49 am (UTC)You didn't remember that happening?
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on 2021-10-15 04:43 am (UTC)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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on 2021-10-15 06:51 am (UTC)[ 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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on 2021-10-15 07:40 am (UTC)Are you kidding me? Any time I wasn't out fighting or curing EVOs, I was basically under house arrest.
I knew White hated me, but I didn't think he'd actually tried to kill me already...
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on 2021-10-15 07:49 am (UTC)That's even worse. You really do carry a heavy burden.
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on 2021-10-19 04:05 am (UTC)...well, it's not so bad now, at least. Heck, White's even saved me a few times by now, he's more like a grumpy uncle than anything. So it's fine!
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on 2021-10-20 03:52 am (UTC)[ Sure you're not just saying that to front? ]
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on 2021-10-20 06:21 am (UTC)Does it matter? It's already over and White's different now anyway.
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on 2021-10-21 02:29 am (UTC)So, how are you really feeling about it?
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on 2021-10-21 02:46 am (UTC)[ he kicks at the ground, conjuring up a cloud of dust. Then he stiffens and closes in on himself, arms crossed and tense. ]
...it's not exactly like I can do something about it now.
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