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tushanshu_logs2014-08-07 01:43 pm
deusrexmachina) wrote in tushanshu_logs2014-08-07 01:43 pm
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Home is where the heart is... [OPEN, catch-all for August]
Characters: Rex Salazar (deusrexmachina) and OPEN
Date: Starting mid-heatwave to the end of the month, open as a CATCH-ALL for various scenarios and dates.
Location: Potentially various areas across the turtle, any/all sectors including Rex's sub-unit living space of ME-1A.
Situation: Various, see below.
Warnings/Rating: None? Will edit if necessary.
Additional Notation: If you're interested in setting a scene up, feel free to contact me via plurk @![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
Straya and we'll get something rolling! Starters will be put in place for those I've already chatted with beforehand. Also while I am going on hiatus for part of the month, I'll still be looking to backtag here and there while I'm away from home.
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Typically, Rex was an upbeat, optimistic individual. He wasn't the sort to get knocked down easily and even if life took a shot at him, sulking for long periods of time just wasn't his thing.
Life on Tu Vishan was making it progressively more difficult to keep his spirits up, however. Ever since the bombing had occurred, followed by the palace raid, Rex had been a little more on edge. A little more cautious. A little less prone to being his usual reckless, trouble-making self. Some might count this an improvement, perhaps a sign that he was maturing and learning to be more responsible, but there was so much about recent events and even Tu Vishan itself that didn't sit right with the teenager. He was bothered, sometimes more than he cared to outright admit.
Rex had his moments of homesickness. He missed his family and friends. His job. His room at Headquarters. He even missed the alerts that would go off in the early AM hours that would drag him from bed and signal the start of urgent missions. Those were somehow preferable over simply waking up on his own and leaving bed, only to find himself gazing up sullenly at the lantern that contained his soul. The object that shackled him to the living land mass. He resented it, that thing that held him there and made sure he never wandered too far off for too long. Nothing had ever held him back like that at home. He'd been able to make his own choices. Run if he wanted, stay if he liked.
The discovery he made alongside Bakura and Raine in the prison under the palace wasn't helping his mood much, either, especially after Armin had translated the writing on the walls via the photos Rex took. The kedan captives had been experimented on, tortured in the name of science or magic or both for who knew what. Everything about that left a hollow feeling in the pit of Rex's stomach. He knew what it was like to be tortured, to be someone else's science experiment, to watch his own be modified and treated like objects that could be sold as property.
Yet it wasn't like he had much choice other than to press onward. There was a war to be won and even if Rex was frustrated by how he'd been drafted to the cause, it was still a cause worth fighting for. He'd just have to rely on his usual coping methods as necessary and remind himself that as soon as all this was over and they'd won, he could go home again.
deusrexmachina) and OPENDate: Starting mid-heatwave to the end of the month, open as a CATCH-ALL for various scenarios and dates.
Location: Potentially various areas across the turtle, any/all sectors including Rex's sub-unit living space of ME-1A.
Situation: Various, see below.
Warnings/Rating: None? Will edit if necessary.
Additional Notation: If you're interested in setting a scene up, feel free to contact me via plurk @
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Typically, Rex was an upbeat, optimistic individual. He wasn't the sort to get knocked down easily and even if life took a shot at him, sulking for long periods of time just wasn't his thing.
Life on Tu Vishan was making it progressively more difficult to keep his spirits up, however. Ever since the bombing had occurred, followed by the palace raid, Rex had been a little more on edge. A little more cautious. A little less prone to being his usual reckless, trouble-making self. Some might count this an improvement, perhaps a sign that he was maturing and learning to be more responsible, but there was so much about recent events and even Tu Vishan itself that didn't sit right with the teenager. He was bothered, sometimes more than he cared to outright admit.
Rex had his moments of homesickness. He missed his family and friends. His job. His room at Headquarters. He even missed the alerts that would go off in the early AM hours that would drag him from bed and signal the start of urgent missions. Those were somehow preferable over simply waking up on his own and leaving bed, only to find himself gazing up sullenly at the lantern that contained his soul. The object that shackled him to the living land mass. He resented it, that thing that held him there and made sure he never wandered too far off for too long. Nothing had ever held him back like that at home. He'd been able to make his own choices. Run if he wanted, stay if he liked.
The discovery he made alongside Bakura and Raine in the prison under the palace wasn't helping his mood much, either, especially after Armin had translated the writing on the walls via the photos Rex took. The kedan captives had been experimented on, tortured in the name of science or magic or both for who knew what. Everything about that left a hollow feeling in the pit of Rex's stomach. He knew what it was like to be tortured, to be someone else's science experiment, to watch his own be modified and treated like objects that could be sold as property.
Yet it wasn't like he had much choice other than to press onward. There was a war to be won and even if Rex was frustrated by how he'd been drafted to the cause, it was still a cause worth fighting for. He'd just have to rely on his usual coping methods as necessary and remind himself that as soon as all this was over and they'd won, he could go home again.