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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 @
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.
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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 @
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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.
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"I didn't think the barrier would crack, that's amazing." She eagerly slurped up her noodles as she went to open a box of rice. "Did something happen down there?" Her eyes moved over to him, the healer in her scanning for any visible marks or scars that might have been inflicted from,
whatever might be in the palace now that Malicant's taken it over.
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As he spoke, Rex was intentionally avoiding the use of names or anything that might identify his accomplices on the whole. He'd get to their identities in a minute or two. In the meantime, he figured it was more important to explain the situation.
"As for anything happening... We did get in a fight with some brainwashed guards that lasted all of thirty seconds. Not that big of a deal, really. The more important part is that the prison was empty and we found writing on some of the cell walls. Warning graffiti." He paused to look up at her again. "Some of it was written in blood."
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She paused and her eyes moved slowly. Blood. "What did it say?" While she was curious about who the others were, what the message said and who put there was more important.
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"I took a bunch of photos with my phone and held onto them, since none of us who were there could read kedanese. Then a little while back, I ran into a guy named Armin who could read it. It's also probably worth mentioning that he was at the raid, too, and he also got inside somehow. Found his way to the library, but he said there wasn't much there. It looked like someone held a book bonfire in the middle of it.
"Anyway, I showed him the photos and he said the writing translated to stuff like..." A brief pause while he dredged the words up out of memory, his eyes narrowing a fraction."'They're coming' and 'We're losing numbers.' Given what was used to put up some of those warnings and that the whole place was devoid of life, that's not surprising. What adds a whole new level of wrong to this, though, is that one set of words translated to, 'The experiments are becoming unbearable'."
While enough time had passed that the initial impact of the words had worn off a bit, Rex's expression still hardened considerably as he talked his way through everything, his tone becoming noticeably more serious. The mention of experiments, testing that had no doubt been tortuous and taken life, struck a chord with him. Something he didn't bother to hide.
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“I really need to learn this. If I can do English and pick up Spanish, then I should be able to do this.” Said absent mindedly as she tried to place the translation to the symbols in the picture. Why they felt the need to relay that message at the cost of their literal life blood was beyond Korra, but it’s important.
She stayed on the last picture, trying to figure out just what kind of experiments they meant. And if those were done before or after Malicant took the castle. There had to be a way to determine how long the blood had been there, and Korra had an idea for it.
Though she didn’t miss the way Rex explained it; hard not to when he was usually loose with most things like she was. Her blues eyes moved from the phone in her hand to Rex. “If you’re up to it, we can try to get back inside and I can scan it with my ring. It might be able to get more information, at the very least I can send it to Aya so she can look into it.” Her offer’s tentative, and she didn’t take her eyes off him while she waited for his answer.
If there’s one thing Korra’s learned the hard way, it’s not to push the friends she had here too hard.