Illfated Rex

An Indie RP blog for Rex from FFXIV. Spoilers up to 5.4. Written by Hilda.

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Moonflower was angry. The glimpses the Echo was giving her of the pilots of the Weapons were, in a word, heart-wrenching. And it fueled her latent hatred of the Garlean Empire. 

She’d felt trapped, once the truth behind Oversoul came to light. They’re too young, her mind screamed, even though she wasn’t that much older. This isn’t fair. But nothing is fair, Moonflower. If things were fair… Moonflower stopped thinking and tried to keep the Emerald pilot from killing himself. Oversoul still activated and she knew she would be spending the next few days in bed, wishing she could defeat death and raging at the Empire for stealing more lives.

Except the pilot, Rex, hadn’t died. So Moonflower argued her way into his infirmary room and helped look after him. I couldn’t save the other two, but I can save you. Was it desperation? Definitely. But she refused to let this one die. Just this once, she would defeat death and steal his prey from his jaws.

Then he woke up between her visits, and he spoke to her in a churlish, distrustful tone. “Chastise?” she repeated, and seated herself next to his bed. “No. You did what you thought was right. I didn’t have to like it, though.” Too many people in her life had done similar things. You made me kill you, and I don’t like doing that.

“You already know my name, and I already know yours, but just to be clear, you may call me Moonflower or Miss Fey.” If he would call her anything at all.

Moonflower? What kind of name was... “Alright, Miss Fey,” he said, unable to fully keep the edge of sarcasm from coloring his tone. There was no anger behind it. He was just... He wasn’t even sure. Annoyed? Frustrated? But with himself.

He wasn’t supposed to be here. This wasn’t even supposed to be possible.

“It doesn’t matter if you agree or not. It was what we had to do.” His eyes closed as Rex began to feel the full extent of his exhaustion starting to creep in. Oh... he was tired.  He wanted to just stop, melt into the ground and no longer be.

“No one else was going to help us. Not even you.”

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[ drugged ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re delirious

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His head was spinning as he groaned softly, unaware that the noise had even escaped him. 

Oversoul and its long term effects was still unknown. Of course it was; no one was supposed to be able to survive experiencing it. And it was why Rex was locked away - both because he was, technically, a war criminal, but he was also tainted and exposed. Was it dangerous? For him? For others?

He could swear he could see his father standing there, chiding him. Judging him. 

“Father... I’m sorry...” The words were groaned out as he tilted his head back, pressing it against the pillow - damp from his own sweat - as he made a vain attempt to try to-- get up? Move? 

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“ i won’t say sorry because that just, falls flat. but if i could change it. i would. ”

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He knew her words were meant to be caring, but it was hard to feel anything outside of the ever-growing sense of numb. It had started deep in his chest before beginning to slowly ease outward, spreading through his veins to reach the tips of his fingers and down into his toes. It was a dangerous feeling, one that he could easily lose himself in, but in this moment there was a comfort to just... feel nothing.

“There isn’t anything that could be change.” After all, they had known they could run away at any time. They were the children of Gaius von Baelsar; running would have been barely an afterthought for them.

But--

But--

Valens would have just found someone new to replace them.

Glowing golden eyes slowly shut as Rex shook his head. “We made our choice. We’re content to live with the consequences.”

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"do you want me to stay with you?"

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It was a hard question to answer. Rex didn’t want to be here, and he didn’t want to be alone. It had been a long time since he had actually spent a night alone; before there had almost always been at least one of his siblings, or... 

Other... ways to ensure that he wasn’t left in a dark room to just think.

But M’firhi wasn’t his friend. He wasn’t something that Rex could truly open up to. As much as part of him wanted to, Rex had to keep reminding him of the fact that M’firhi was part of the enemy. It was an ambiguous term that held little meaning to it now, but there was little else for him to hold onto to try to keep from slipping into what felt like an endless pit of despair. 

There had to be an other to fight against, or else his fight would have been for nothing. 

“... I’ll be fine.” He always was.

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“ are you sure you’re okay? ” from Fifi

injury/hurt prompts | @emeraldweapon

The question caught him off guard, and the auri found himself glancing over at the lalafell, unsure of how to actually... respond. Telling the truth was the obvious route to go and likely the response he should have been going with, but no one ever really wanted to hear the truth. No one wanted to actually deal with it.

And he really wasn’t doing... the badly. He was... existing? Surviving. What more could he ask for?

Rex offered her a lopsided grin as he lifted the arm that still bore the binding cuff, one that was courtesy of Ironworks. Couldn’t have him running off now could they. “I mean, I’m alive. Can’t be doin’ that bad, can I.”

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@hellbcrn

He had never seen another auri before. Not one that hadn’t been one of his siblings, not one that was free. So there was little wonder that he might have been staring, unnaturally glowing eyes fixated on the woman that had killed his sister, killed his brother, and who should have killed him.

Why the latter hadn’t happened, Rex really didn’t know. It was likely just a cruel trick of fate, but who was he to question it?

“... You’re the Warrior of Light, aren’t you?” His eyes blinked, interrupted the unnerving glow for just a moment. “Don’t you have... more important things to be doing?”

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@hanakarii

There weren’t many miqo’te that were part of the empire. At least, not many that had been in Rex’s line of work - if one could really call it that. There may have been a few passing glances here and there, but he couldn’t recall ever really spending time with another, let alone talking to them. 

Which was perhaps just an overcomplicated way to word that he found himself glancing over at the woman perhaps just a bit too much, brow furrowed and gaze curiosity. It wasn’t like there were many other places for him too look, stuck in the makeshift infirmary, but staring so openly was a move that would have earned him his brother’s ire and laughter.

Well... not anymore. Only one of them was even still alive.

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@lxght-brdnd

His gaze was fixed almost stubbornly on the floor of the make-shift infirmary, refusing to let it lift for even a moment. What right did he have to make eye contact with him? The Warrior of Light?

He wasn’t even supposed to be alive. 

“... I’m certain you have something better you could be doing other than watching me.”

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His eyes, glowing a near-supernatural gold from the unearthly amounts of aether that had flooded his form, were narrowed as he glared at the woman in front of him. The Warrior of Light. A figure that he had known long before now, one he had known from his own childhood.

Mina Oronir. Varis’ lapdog.

“We had heard rumors that you were the so-called Warrior, but none of us truly believe it. I still don’t. Varis is dead. What are you playing at?”

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@echopulse

Yellow eyes, glowing preternaturally from the influx of aether from the oversoul, stared dimly up at the ceiling above him. It was pockmarked, stained, and weathered from age, but it appeared in fair condition. The same could be said of any portion of the building around him; fair and worn but cared for. A clear sign of the possession of those who had little and intended to make use of what they had for as long as they could.

“How long will I be held here?” 

He had no reason to believe that she would know the answer to that. After all, the woman who was sat in the make-shift infirmary with him was the Warrior of Light. A fiercesome weapon to be aimed at the throat of the enemies of the Eorzean Alliance, yes... but that hardly meant she knew the inner machinations of their plans.

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He should not have been alive.

This fact was not lost on Rex. He had stepped into the Emerald weapon with the full expectations that he would not be returning. That he would be dying at the hands of the oversoul. He would join his siblings and he would be content with the knowledge that he had helped to lay the groundwork that would allow Alfonse and Allie to survive. Or, at least... one of them would.

When the oversoul had been activated, he had felt his own consciousness being erased in favor of his father’s. And then...

And then blissfully nothing.

And then pain.

He had been told he had been found in the cockpit, body bloodied and battered as he was slumped over the broken control console, but he was still alive and breathing. He had been rushed to a makeshift infirmary at Terncliff where he had been both treated and placed under-- well. It could hardly be considered arrest, but the cuff that chained him to the bed when he awoke made it clear he wasn’t meant to just walk away.

Considering how badly his body ached, Rex wasn’t sure he had been done any favors by being allowed to survive. And upon seeing her, the Warrior of Light, entering recovery room he felt even less grateful. “... Here to chastise me?”

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I’m unsure if Rex actually really knew anything about the Warrior of Light aside from ‘powerful figure that had killed his father only J/K Gaius is totally still alive’. 

I don’t think he’s resentful towards them, and had even planned to use them to power the oversoul and, in turn, cause Rex’s death. He definitely isn’t afraid of them though. 

He just mostly.... vaguely recognizes them and isn’t sure what he’s supposed to do with this knowledge know.

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injury/hurt prompts bc reasons

feel free to specify who is receiving the actions [ sew ] for one muse to have to stitch up the other [ fix ] for one muse to mend a dislocated joint [ alone ] for one muse to find the other trying to treat themselves  [ drugged ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re delirious [ bullet ] for one muse to help the other after they get shot  [ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed while protecting/working with the other  [ broken ] for one muse to have broken a bone(s) [ scream ] for one muse to wake up because the other is having a nightmare  [ comfort ] for one muse to stay the night with the other after a hard day  [ wake ] for one muse to wake up to the other at the side of their hospital bed  [ sleep ] for one muse to sit by while the other is unconscious in a hospital  [ nurse ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick [ appear ] for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured

“  just let me help you.  ” “  shut the fuck up and sit down. you’re bleeding.  ” “  it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before.  ”  “  hey, you can talk to me.  ” “  shh- lie back. you’re safe now.  ”   “  you need to stay still.  ” “  how the hell did this happen?  ” “  are you sure you’re okay?  ” “  that isn’t ‘just a scratch’.  ” “  stop being such a baby and let me finish cleaning you up.  ” “  i need you to stay awake for me okay? keep your eyes open.  ” “  if you die on me i’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself.  ” “  for once in your goddamn life, let me take care of you before you make it worse.  ” “  you’re hurt because of me. the least i can do is fix it.  ” “  i’ll be okay. i promise.  ” “  a little help?  ” “  i just need a few stitches and i can’t exactly reach.  ” “  i’m fine, i just need a moment.  ” “  no hospitals.  ” “  you need a fucking doctor.  ” “  you need to slow down.  ” “  you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground.  ” “  you have to sleep eventually.  ” “  stop fussing, i’ll be fine.  ” “  shit, okay fuck that actually really fucking hurts.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  i feel so cold.  ” “  i can’t feel my legs.  ” “  i don’t…i don’t wanna go yet.  ” “  what the fuck happened to you?  ” “  who the fuck did this?  ” “  you’re clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me.  ” “  fucking hell.  ” “  i need help. please.  ” “  i swear to god i’ll kill whatever bastard did this.  ” “  if i die, i’m gonna haunt your ass.  ” “  it’s not that bad, chill the fuck out.  ”

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Rex is currently essentially placed on house arrest in Terncliff. He is, outside of the few people who know who’s actually alive, reported as dead. Gaius, Allie, the Warrior of Light, and Cid was probably part of the handful who actually know that he isn’t dead, and likely Krile as well in order to help treat the damage that the Oversoul has done to his aether.

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protective prompts

feel free to adjust as needed!

PROTECTING: “  are you sure you’re okay?  ” “  i’m not letting you go alone.  ” “  let me help.  ” “  say the word and i’ll be there.  ” “  i know you can handle it yourself, but it doesn’t mean you should have to do this on your own.  ” “  i’ll stay the night.  ” “  get some rest.  ” “  ssh, go back to sleep.  ” “  i’m worried about you.  ” “  i’m not going anywhere. not as long as you’re in danger.  ” “  i won’t let anyone hurt you.  ” “  i won’t let that happen.  ” “  look at me. you’re gonna be okay.  ” “  what can i do?  ” “  i’ll be right here with you the whole time.  ” “  who did this to you?  ” “  i can tell you’re upset, talk to me.  ” “  i’m not letting them get away with this.  ” “  i’ll get you out of this. trust me.  ” “  i know you don’t need my help. but i’m offering it anyway.  ” “  you’re shaking like a leaf— what’s wrong?  ” “  what happened?  ” “  i’m gonna fucking kill them.  ” “  i won’t let anyone hurt you again. not ever.  ”   “  if anything happened to you…  ” “  i need you in my life. so please, let me do what i need to to make it safe.  ”   “  i can’t lose you.  ”   PROTECTED: “  have you been waiting up this whole time?  ” “  how long have you been here?  ” “  i’ll be okay. i promise.  ” “  will you stay with me?  ” “  please don’t go.  ” “  i feel safer when you’re here.  ” “  thank you for making me feel safe.  ” “  i trust you.  ” “  why are you helping me?  ” “  is it over now?  ” “  you don’t have to do this, ya’ know.  ” “  i can take care of myself.  ” “  you don’t have to worry so much.  ” “  i don’t want you to get hurt either.  ” “  i can’t bear the thought of you putting yourself in danger for me.  ”   “  you’re bleeding!  ” “  thank you, but i’ll be alright.  ”    “  please don’t get hurt. not because of me.  ” ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to wake up after sustaining an injury and find the other at the side of their bed 2. for one muse to hold the other after a nightmare 3. for one muse to step between the other and someone who intends to do them harm 4. for one muse to push the other out of harm’s way 5. for one muse to get hurt protecting the other 6. for one muse to fall asleep next to the other muse who is keeping watch 7. for one muse to rescue the other 8. for one muse to get caught hiding an injury sustained while protecting them 9. for one muse to react to the other hiding an injury 10. for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick/injured 11. for one muse to kiss the other’s scar 12. for one muse to treat an injury the other sustained while protecting them 13. for one muse to kill to protect the other 14. for one muse to get killed while protecting the other 15. for one muse to fall asleep in the hospital bed with the other