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*touching his extremely defined six pack* who did this to you.....
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@viopolis from here
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Globules and streams of iridescent plasma were already splitting off from his physical form at the thrashing Rex had taken thus far. Now Cell had done something lasting, debilitating, and immediately stepped it up by breaking some ribs with that swing of a knee. Leaving Rex in a coughing fit. To each sputter, the bones jabbed the softer sections.
"...!!"
It was only then that Rex could get some distance, and smashed one of his arms into the ground or some standing structure-- focusing the kinetic potential so that it would help (if crudely, painfully) get his arm back into place without the opposite limb to set it properly, and without wrecking the surrounding area any worse than it already had been from the battle.
Cell was wrong though. A honed Nypardian was tough. Rather than reinforcing his stats with ki, Rex was nigh-invulnerable as a personal property of his body. Trouble was, that also made him an incredible *punching bag*, if he was thrown off his rhythm by an enemy, and chained into their combo without pause. Just as he might newly reset his arm, a foe could start ripping into him all over again if Rex didn't counterattack sooner rather than later.
Rinse and repeat, to any aggressor that could continue indefinitely.
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Oh 'Fairy Eyes,' your countenance has earned our cosmic contender's caution.
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Another part of the city, there the day began. Rex was getting some doo-dad repaired at a specialty shop. And as he stood outside for want of fresh air, he spied nearby a party celebrating a couple, one of whom wore the regalia to be regarded as a prince. The Earthborn alien was more a dragon of disaster, an ogre without a memetic franchise.
For a fleeting moment, two visions met: a friend of the happy couple. The opposite, being more pupil than white sclera. Under certain lighting, it was either nearly a solid color, or partial color gushing out of darkness. Either way, they were rife with shine spots. Never dry: As if tears of sorrow could happen in an instant, or a great gleam. These peepers reminded Rex of paintings of places that felt haunted, but with no obvious spectre pervading them. It was like the quality had been instilled into a person.
Hauntingly beautiful.
Rex turned away once his things were fixed, so that he might begin to leave. After some distance was achieved he looked over his shoulder to see that she was still looking, with those Fairy Eyes. He'd seen something like that in shoujo manga, especially when they had or emulated the trends from the 70s. And he was split between doubting himself for concern of paranoia setting in, or if Fairy Eyes legitimately took a few steps in his direction to watch him as he started to go.
No. He was certain that was a wistful smile. Welcoming, even.
Haphazardly so, though.
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The shadow of a blue-tinted night sky seemed to herald successful evasion. Unsuccessful were the few rounds Rex spent at several cabinets, in an arcade not his usual. The fact that a one-night only screening at a theater had all of its showings cancelled. Fortune to the last, for he was able to find a decent place to acquire some eats. But if it were as easy as grabbing his grub and going along his merry way, I wouldn't have been here to say:
There she was again. Outside, with a twinkle of those Fairy Eyes. She hadn't noticed him though. Surely this was pure coincidence. Still, Rex opted to wait indoors for a while, using the dinner rush crowd as cover before he tiptoed out the front door, and zoomed towards his apartment home. He would probably have to reheat his meal along the way.
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In a sudor chilled, Rex jolted upright in bed, trying to catch his own startled breath.
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Many a dream about monsters and horrors inhuman were cause for wonder. But this had been more of a nightmare: no matter his efforts to move forward, there would always be some scenario where Fairy Eyes found her way there and participated closely. Was this some sort of regret he did not allow himself to reach out earlier?
He saw the yearning this stranger felt at the sight of happy friends. Perhaps, Rex felt some as well on occasion, this being one such instance. But he also knew that hurried trust could lead to untenable places. Be it wronging them, or their seeking something he simple could not offer, or an awful amalgam of both.
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In any case. Since that day and its sleepless night, Rex would occasionally catch the glimpse of that visage that would lock-onto him, once more. The original, but sometimes others. Differentiated by pupil color and minute deviations of shape. But they were all similar enough to bear the title, the descriptor of Fairy Eyes....
And Rex would attempt to get on with his life instead of lingering on this. But he'd always glance over his shoulder again. Uncertain whether it was his own confusing feelings, or some danger in disguise.
#[ic] Stand A Chance#[drabbles] astonishing anecdotes#//something. I think very different than usual. A nod to josei/shojo. Also Rex feeling weird conflicted and maybe even a little mushy#lonesome spells egging it on a bit#recent viewings of a series got me to picturing stuff. nothing concrete just. vibes
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At the gesturing she offered, Rex gestured apologetically right back at Leah, with a mumbled explanation that he was reacting to the hopping effect-- he had detected the shift in local space-time with his hyper-senses, and in his eagerness to recruit one or both of those two to the role of talk show guest he tried calling out both their names to see if either one would save his show from ending before it even began.
That, and the iteration of Rex hosting the Babble-On Line talk show seemed to be slightly different than usual. But not too terribly that he wouldn't welcome zir, just seemed a touch more flexible about the fourth wall.
"Oh yeah, that'll do it. Some stooges out of a 2000AD feature, or heavens help us, an episode of Black Mirror. Gimme a speedster with a good sense of humor any day. And accelerated metabolism be damned, I'll buy 'em a full-course dinner after."
The audience laughed and cheered a little, some for Leah, some for Rex's reply. Good times were rolling. Or at least they were until Rex discovered a sponsor had pulled out-- something called Panopticon Reality-Lines, who liked to market to said interdimensional tourists.
"AHAHA, whoo. Let's continue-- how do you pass the time between travels? I'm sure the folks at home would love to know any tips or tricks you might have for keeping up with hobbies while constantly traveling."
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[[ Ohhh two separate but maybe loosely intertwined drabble ideas in mind
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Being a young adult is so strange. You enter a coffee shop. The 20 year old girl waiting behind you cried all night because she just came to a new city for university and she feels so alone. That 27 year old guy over there works a job he is overqualified for, he lives with his parents and wants to move out but doesn't know what to do about it. That one 24 year old dude already has a car, a house, and a job waiting for him once he graduates thanks to his dad's connections. The 26 year old barista couldn't complete his higher education because he has to work and take care of his family. The 28 year old girl sitting next to you has no friends to go out with so she is texting her mother. That couple (both 25 years old) are married and the girl is pregnant. The 29 year old writing something on her laptop has realized that she chose the wrong major so she is trying to start all over. We are not alone in this, but we are actually so alone. Do you feel me
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"Someone asked me which Avengers movie I show up in I can't take it anymore--"
#[IC] Stand A Chance#open#[jokes] not a hoax dream or imaginary story!#//every iteration of the blog gets this post in some form#//Rex VC: if you suggest another franchise and I like it even less I will walk backwards into hell#It's been 5 years since Endgame (Fart noise). Go girl give us nothing
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Trope! 👾
For every “Trope” I get, I will post a TV trope for my muse.
Human Aliens
As tends to be the case with sci-fi sometimes the aliens don't look too far off from humans. Star Trek. Superhero characters. Yeah.
But also one of the reasons I've had Rex's backstory disregarded was because he still looks human and he's not "a monstrous abomination!!!" and he does still have another form, he essentially is an energy being despite his attempts to retain a physical presence.
But the kind of story I wanted to tell with him doesn't benefit from those or something more abominable being his ~one true form~ as much as like what it means for him in terms of identity. Nypardians without special training or power catalysts of any kind aren't that far off from humans. And Rex's family did live on Earth for a while. And he grew up there. Just... faults aside, people existing.
There are those who didn't like Rex as a straightforward superhero concept from ages ago. Nor even when I retooled him with his current backstory (though I have no ill will towards some folks, since the change was very sudden, very haphazard on my part when I started on it and that's on me).
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trope!
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Your Approval Fills Me With Shame
Literally Rex whenever an elitist hero or somebody from his own setting tries to give him praise or something. More than being compared to the status quo, Rex is bitter towards overly polite heroes who left him in the lurch, and even villains who accept the idea the good guys are all that they say they are. They cheer on Rex, but only if they think he's sliding back towards their perspective of how the world is supposed to work.
A thousand times I will say, if it was just outwardly cruel, corrupt super-types that did this to Rex it would have been sorted out a long time ago by some sort of internal affairs division or a hard-hitting expose alone. But the reason that doesn't happen is because there are people who honestly believe they're doing the right thing. Patient to the point of passivity, especially where it concerns their peers.
I think that's where the worst of Rex's vicious streak is born from. This dissonance that lets the misery thrive.
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Trope x3
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Slave to PR
This goes for everyone in Rex's universe. There's no safety on any corner of morality. If someone has better publicity, more wealth, whatever, you're left at the bottom of the barrel.
Neither the first nor the last, Rex was easy to slander and make into a scapegoat by his old team and their more accomplished mentors. Low-ranked villains and henchmen tend to also get the short end of the stick from their imperious leadership, and Rex has always been sympathetic to them.
Bullying A Dragon
Rex is regularly outnumbered and attacked. By the army or super-types who want a target they can really rip into. They may even just aim to terminate him if he's been a thorn in their side.
The superhero prevalence of his setting is late stage, so he's far from the only heavy hitter around-- a fact he knows firsthand from getting stomped and putting his all into stomping them right back. But on his tenacity and skill, he's able to raise some hell on them just to survive.
The Unchosen One
No prophecies or anything on this guy: Rex is just an experienced superhero with a fairly simple, but effective powerset-- ft. the experience and tenacity to use it well. Anything unique about him stems from his personality and choices.
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Fish Out Of Water
Rex has lived on Earth pretty much his entire life. He's used to a sci-fi/fantasy kitchen sink setting where damn near anything goes.
But he doesn't entirely understand it sometimes, even if he's gotten used to it. He was raised at first by an alien family, tried to learn from friends and strangers who came and went, at the very least has ADHD among other things. It sort of goes hand in hand with the fact that he still has a 'sense of wonder' despite all that he's been through. Processing everything around himself is an ongoing effort.
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There and then, Rex did feel as though he could have some little faith in her words. That was the least he could do, considering Kaki's offering.
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His eyes eagerly followed the preparation process. Not simply out of hunger or impatience, but absolute fascination with the colors and imagining where. There was something new here in all of this, but also of such familiarity as to be comforting. Some day much later he would look back on this moment as if he'd encountered magic-- in the sense it inspired a gentle euphoria.
"Yes. Not entirely devoid, but still very sparse. No matter who's been through here before or who arrives recently. There seems to be a mess of people hellbent on responding callously, learning nothing."
Now, how could anyone explain living on a world like this-- much less growing up here after having freshly discussed the extent of awfulness it could achieve? For Rex at least, he found it easier to talk about what he admired after being honest about all else.
"They are many. But others yet have been more welcoming: I don't think I could've survived growing up here, without 'em."
He started on his dish before he spoke again. Closing his eyes briefly to take in the taste of his meal, and to recall precious memories. How many times had he found himself in a position not unlike this one? Whether or not his host could afford to share, was strong or not. That did not concern them in regards to their guests, like a younger Rex, either. This had all rubbed off on Rex. He'd opened his eyes again after he savored that flavorful introductory scoop, to proclaim:
"... That was real nice. Seriously, I owe ya one."
“I get it. Believe me,” she said as she scooped chutney rice into a shallow bowl, with far more understanding than she let on.
From the saucepan she ladled a chunky sauce over half of the rice to complete the steaming entrée before presenting it to Rex with a spoon. Strangely enough, the rice is tinted blue from the chutney mixed into it, and the sauce is a deep red-violet with some kind of yellow citrus fruit. It’s sweet and spicy, with a little bit of a kick.
Kaki just leaned back onto the sink to let him eat, crossing her arms and ankles, regarding him silently with stark eyes. There was a very small part of her that was still analyzing him, trying to find something that would warrant some level of distrust… But all she really saw was a young man struggling to keep his heart on a sleeve. That was why she was being so generous to him right off the bat—he sort of made her want to take care of him, in a way.
“Clearly, people like us aren’t so common here.” People like them—foreigners, people from other worlds. Aliens, she meant. By her delicate referral, she didn’t consider it so polite to just call people that. “How have you managed to handle it this long?”
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The energy from Ophelia was accepted. Usually, Rex could cycle through different frequencies, including the unique one upon which the eldritch power of her space ectoplasm operated. But right now he was trying to convert the ectoplasmic energy into something adjacent, closer to what made up his 'default,' his foundation before interacting with all others.
"Yes."
Rex rasped, trying to move alongside Ophelia, until he found a good place to curl up. Once landed there, he looked like he was content to shrivel up and die. That was of course, not the case whatsoever, but his condition made it seem like he was on death's door. Or liable to have the remainder of himself cross some planar threshold out of this physical world.
What little he could feel was sharp in its temperature-- mostly cold. Simple touch could be so terribly painful. His already taxed body had to divert more of its precious stamina to energy-type conversion.
Gone was the cosmic contender that refused to let his knees buckle, raising his fists to lash out time and time again at all those who battled him, who berated him and his grassroots allies. Although he still believed in peace for all and open-minded research, the ideas felt so distant. All he could process were the primal shakes of terror. The illness-inducing ichor of a thing trying to survive, as it was all too often made to do.
"Hrrnnn..."
[💜] At first, Ophelia could only watch. Petrified like stone; memories of long ago trickled in at the sight of Rex— ones she tried so, so hard to keep locked away.
She would keep them locked away once more, for Rex needed both of them now.
Ophelia hovered closer again to a now crouched Rex, where he crawled only mere inches from the mech and slowed to a stop. Her hand reached out … and she hesitated for a brief moment … but then gently touched his shoulder.
She felt bone before she felt familiar soft flesh.
Her chest seized and squeezed. Then, the scar that split down the middle of her chest slowly peeled open, and from deep within— Ectoplasm seeped out under a cascade of cosmic overflow.
“Hey ... take what you need. You won’t hurt me,” the energy was infinite, but in truth, she didn’t know how Rex would handle Ectoplasm like this. It was violent and it was volatile— its healing touch had overwhelmed Doc to unconsciousness long ago; but would this be the same as mending a broken body? The eldritch energy was cosmic in nature.
Though, most importantly: it was the only idea she had.
With bated breath, she watched over Rex evermore like a hawk. The same hand on his shoulder moved down to the middle of his back for any kind of support she could muster.
“Can I help you move?”
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On another Earth with its own late-stage superhero setting, only the most premiere heroes and villains thrive, exploiting all others! The alien REX was beaten and forcibly lost his secret identity for opposing it. Now he attempts to get on with his life, between the mundane and the fantastic...
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Rex slowly took the radioactive object, slowly sheathing it using an extension of his aura. That seemed to prevent the radiation from spreading outwardly. But it was just a protective measure for transporting the object somewhere else, to safely dispose of it, or seal it for the time being.
"About when you held onto it, Zora: Has anything like this ever happened before? Some kind of immunity, or abilities like that? Don't worry, just a little purely personal, scientific curiosity."
"Sounds like a plan. Here you go."
Zora quickly offers up the radioactive object, glad that it would be properly taken care of. The last thing that they wanted was anyone else to have to risk being too close if it could be helped.
"Glad I was able to help honestly. And yeah.. yeah. All yours to do what you need to do with it."
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