A Cold, Steady Hand

Long as I get paid, I'll go anywhere. (follows back from @randominternetdweller)

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Reblog if despite being silent for a while, you're still here

[mecha-marksman]

Rex pulls the old muscle truck he slapped together up to the old combine outpost he has been scouting for weeks now. Best he could tell, the old house was abandoned by the combine, but he's still cautious as he makes his way into the building. He checks his corners frequently as he moves methodically through from room to room, until he reaches the combine interface that has the outpost's armory on lockdown. Rex opens the interface, revealing that it is missing a synth circuit, so he backtracks to the room where it was stashed, makes it about halfway across the room before the floor gives out plunging him and the circuit into the basement. Rex lands on his feet, seemingly unbothered by the fall, scoops up the circuit, and turns around to jump back up to the ground floor, but he goes motionless as a statue when he sees the squad of combine soldiers with weapons trained on him.

@elitex15-490

[mecha-marksman]

Rex is working hard in his lab, and something fleshy rests suspended in a vat of fluid nearby. Rex adds a drop of something viscous to the vat. The resulting concoction bubbles violently, settles, then explodes, coating Rex in soot and ash.

"...Back-back to the drawing board."

[mecha-marksman]

A Reunion Overdue (Closed RP with @therxtking)

As Rex pads his way through the palace, he can already tell something is off. There is mutiny in the air, and Rex can smell daemonic influence in the palace. But eventually he ascends to his destination, where lingering slaaneshi perfumes make Rex's rubber hide feel sensation as if he was of the flesh. Ignoring that for now, Rex knocks on Gordon's door.

"Gordon? It's Rex, brought some food-snacks, would like to make up lost time and speak-squeak."

[mecha-marksman]

A Snake, A Machine (closed rp with @through-worlds-and-time)

Snake's mission would have run into multiple snags by now. Soldiers are paranoid, making disguises far less effective, patrols are doubled due to the death of a researcher, and technicians are running about trying to combat malfunctions in the base's security grid.

The west wing of the base is less guarded however, as if someone lured most of the soldiers away. Then, the west wing locks down, all emergency bulkheads slam shut and lock, cutting off anyone in the western wing from the whole rest of the base. Then the lights cut.

[mecha-marksman]

I see you have a rat.

I'd like to know a little about him!

Also i once doodled a curly Greyseer named Rexx but i never used him lol

(@skaven-shenanigans)

//Well, this could be a truly massive lore dump, but I'll keep it short and simple so you have the gist of it.

//Basically, Rex was created by humans as a war machine. After he completed his job, humanity went "wait, we might not be able to control this thing now that it developed a personality." So they tried to decommission him, to which Rex said "Fuck you guys, I'm going to explore the multiverse and make a factory dimension that'll be my real body that I can deploy drones from!"

//Then for his Warhammer fantasy verses, he eventually encountered the skaven and decided that was where he wanted to settle down, so he got all of his drones turned into robot rats.

[scorebug]

height check. how tall are you people in my phone

[mecha-marksman]

Rex huffs out a soft, nervous chuckle.

"I just can't stop being a fool-stooge right now, can I?"

A paw combs through the fur on Rex's head as his tail drops to the ground.

"You are right, a first date should not take long to prepare, but there is a small issue I must account for. There is a forest, swamp and plain that we must cross-traverse to get to the fortress, I was going to craft-forge a mount to take us. That, and I wish to know what food-meal you want me to provide for you."

@therxtking

[therxtking-deactivated20250321]

"Oh." Geez talk about a ten step process-

"Well I have Runic, she can just bring me there... Other than that uhh... I'm not picky, long as it's sanitary." This was so awkward, he hadn't been asked out in... What, a decade? More? Well there was that one guy just last year, they were sweet and already had something in mind then stood him out so he didn't really count it. To say he was out of the game was putting it kindly.

Also he just didn't know what to expect from a date. Heliinx and him sure flirted on and off for a very short time but it was like... She was some kind of stray. Wanted his shiny things and food. And didn't like him talking to different Skaven. Where was she, what was she doing? It'd been a long time since he saw the cursed vermin.

[mecha-marksman]

Rex nods softly.

"Ok. Do you want me to walk-trot you home?"

Rex teasingly prods Gordon while wearing a wry smile.

"Trouble-danger does seem to follow you, after all."

@therxtking

[mecha-marksman]

Rex stands when he is bid to do such, though his ears still remain turned back slightly, and his tail is wrapped around himself in a display of submission.

"Much-many thanks, Gordon."

Rex pulls off his helmet and tucks it under one arm like a football.

"I will need time to make preparations, I must make everything fit for a king, obvious-clearly. Give me about two-three weeks, I will be sure that a letter-note arrives to notify you a week before I come to get you, just in case you have any business or preparations you want to get done before. I... Wait. You-you probably can't read Queekish. Do you know how to read Common?"

@therxtking

[therxtking-deactivated20250321]

Gordon blinks several times trying to conjure up something to say to this madness, still wincing at the display of completely overkill subservience. What was he doing!? The second hand embarrassment almost makes him physically squirm.

The larger rodent stays silent as Rex prattles on like a madman- two-three weeks!? What were they doing getting surprise married!? Vacationing to Bellesqlovia!? "Whoah- whoah woah there bucko, sloooow your role it is NOT that big a deal, a date takes like maybe a weekend to plan if you're going nuts- Which you should NOT this is a first date!.. And of course I can read common- or, your common anyway."

[mecha-marksman]

Rex huffs out a soft, nervous chuckle.

"I just can't stop being a fool-stooge right now, can I?"

A paw combs through the fur on Rex's head as his tail drops to the ground.

"You are right, a first date should not take long to prepare, but there is a small issue I must account for. There is a forest, swamp and plain that we must cross-traverse to get to the fortress, I was going to craft-forge a mount to take us. That, and I wish to know what food-meal you want me to provide for you."

@therxtking

[mecha-marksman]

Rex doesn't give Gordon a chance to run off. There is a static ripping sound, and suddenly, Rex has stepped from a portal a safe distance in front of Gordon, blocking his egress, looking shocked and frustrated.

"By Morsslieb's shadow, wait! Clearly there has been a misunderstanding, because I had intended to treat you to a nice date with good food and even teach you a few games I know, like thirteen's paw! When you said 'You can figure that out' I thought you were playing hard to get, not telling me I can figure out arrangements!"

Rex drops to his knees and clasps his hands together, looking up at Gordon pleadingly.

"Just give me a chance to make this right. I already know of a nice spot, an old dwarven mountain fortress on the edge of one of Skryre's vassal clan territories, with a great view of the tundra valley below."

@therxtking

[therxtking-deactivated20250321]

Oh geez- The portaling almost earned him a neck snapping backhand, but the stammering makes Gordon draw back, even lean away as Rex literally groveled on his knees like he was begging for his life. The larger of them cringes and looks around worriedly to see if anyone else was witnessing this, what was he doing!? "What- stop- stop it, get up you look like an idiot!"

He didn't believe them fully, he was still pretty miffed and slow to trust, but whatever. "Fine! Holy shit dude stop, don't be a little bitch about it, geez, fine I'll go, just be mature..."

[mecha-marksman]

Rex stands when he is bid to do such, though his ears still remain turned back slightly, and his tail is wrapped around himself in a display of submission.

"Much-many thanks, Gordon."

Rex pulls off his helmet and tucks it under one arm like a football.

"I will need time to make preparations, I must make everything fit for a king, obvious-clearly. Give me about two-three weeks, I will be sure that a letter-note arrives to notify you a week before I come to get you, just in case you have any business or preparations you want to get done before. I... Wait. You-you probably can't read Queekish. Do you know how to read Common?"

@therxtking

[mecha-marksman]

Rex snorts and holds his hands behind his back when Gordon plays coy.

"I've spent enough time around you and your kin to tell that you are interested. You would have said no, or even left, if you weren't."

With a flick of the tail and a sharp grin, Rex confidently asks again.

"When-where do you want to meet?"

@therxtking

[therxtking-deactivated20250321]

And just like that, interest is shot. His tail whips away and cheeky grin falls to a curled lip like he was looking at something rather distasteful. He didn't take Rex for that type of guy, but at least he was finding out now.

"I was interested when I thought you were gonna put in some effort and treat me right, you know, like you liked me, rather than ask me to do it all and take you out to show you a good time. What, cause I'm king? I've got all the pulled strings and nice things so obviously it's me who has to put in all the work and let me guess, put out for you at the end of the night? Right. So to answer your question, I don't." Gordon turns up his nose and walks off at a pace that indicates he does not want to be followed. "Skaven." He hisses to himself... There was some genuine bitterness there. For just a moment he'd anticipated someone actually wanting him in a romantic way. But no. This happened all too often in the past for him.

[mecha-marksman]

Rex doesn't give Gordon a chance to run off. There is a static ripping sound, and suddenly, Rex has stepped from a portal a safe distance in front of Gordon, blocking his egress, looking shocked and frustrated.

"By Morsslieb's shadow, wait! Clearly there has been a misunderstanding, because I had intended to treat you to a nice date with good food and even teach you a few games I know, like thirteen's paw! When you said 'You can figure that out' I thought you were playing hard to get, not telling me I can figure out arrangements!"

Rex drops to his knees and clasps his hands together, looking up at Gordon pleadingly.

"Just give me a chance to make this right. I already know of a nice spot, an old dwarven mountain fortress on the edge of one of Skryre's vassal clan territories, with a great view of the tundra valley below."

@therxtking

[mecha-marksman]

Rex decides to meet Gordon's small bit of teasing with some of his own as he circles Gordon, brushing their tails together for a fleeting moment.

"Hmmm... I do believe I am."

Rex taps his armor's breastplate with a claw.

"If you want to do this, I will need some time to acquire something more fitting. When-where should we meet? Assuming you are interested, of course."

@therxtking

[therxtking-deactivated20250321]

The kings ears twitch and an eyebrow raises. Oh. Looks like Rex was giving it a go~ "Oh no no, you asked me out, you get to figure that out." He chides, putting hands on his hips and shifting his weight to one, curling his tail to stroke down Rex's suggestively as they passed.

[mecha-marksman]

Rex snorts and holds his hands behind his back when Gordon plays coy.

"I've spent enough time around you and your kin to tell that you are interested. You would have said no, or even left, if you weren't."

With a flick of the tail and a sharp grin, Rex confidently asks again.

"When-where do you want to meet?"

@therxtking

[mecha-marksman]

Continued from here x

Rex can't help but brux and wiggle his tail happily. The kiss earns Gordon a quick smitten look and a pair of hands that half raise to hug Gordon before flopping back to Rex's sides as soon as he catches himself. Rex's demeanor then quickly shifts back to his usual casual guardedness, though the scent of happiness, affection, and something cautiously hopeful lingers around Rex, betraying his true feelings.

"Anything-thing you say? Well, I would like some time to spend together, without either of us being in peril. We have both had more than our fair share of danger, yes-no?"

@therxtking

[therxtking-deactivated20250321]

that whole thing was just so cute-

"Aww~ are you asking me out on a date, Rex?" Gordon coos, leaning in slightly to bat his big blue eyes and put them more level. His own tail sways gently and ears wiggle in his telltale sign of liking something.

[mecha-marksman]

Rex decides to meet Gordon's small bit of teasing with some of his own as he circles Gordon, brushing their tails together for a fleeting moment.

"Hmmm... I do believe I am."

Rex taps his armor's breastplate with a claw.

"If you want to do this, I will need some time to acquire something more fitting. When-where should we meet? Assuming you are interested, of course."

@therxtking

[mecha-marksman]

Continued from here x

Rex can't help but brux and wiggle his tail happily. The kiss earns Gordon a quick smitten look and a pair of hands that half raise to hug Gordon before flopping back to Rex's sides as soon as he catches himself. Rex's demeanor then quickly shifts back to his usual casual guardedness, though the scent of happiness, affection, and something cautiously hopeful lingers around Rex, betraying his true feelings.

"Anything-thing you say? Well, I would like some time to spend together, without either of us being in peril. We have both had more than our fair share of danger, yes-no?"

@therxtking

[midsummernightmemes]

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[kuzcosources]

this blog is strictly anti AI. if you use it for writing rp replies, or making original characters, i won't hesitate to block you.

[mecha-marksman]

Zalk squints angrily and bristles at Gordon for insinuating that the skaven are uncivil and antisocial, then he snips at Gordon.

"There was once a time when we-we tried that, thank you-you. You know what we-we got? The leader of that age-time was smote personally by the Horned One, and the rest of us, cursed. There is no-no choice for us, unless one would risk the path of heresy."

Zalk stalks off to grab another bottle and some sweets he keeps stashed for himself. Upon his return he starts chugging the rest of his first bottle and downing sweets, though it seems he favors the cinnamon rolls more than any other sweet, that might be useful to make note of.

@therxtking

[therxtking-deactivated20250321]

Gordon does take a mental note. Zalk could be useful in the future for intel alone...

He sits in silence for a bit, still not convinced Skaven in any sort of numbers was something he'd give a chance. He'd rather keep his skin and belongings...

"So... How long is he gonna be out for?" The larger rat finally pipes up.

[mecha-marksman]

Zalk finishes his bottle before tossing it into a bin of miscellaneous scrap, then he goes to a machine with a crank on it and two clips with cables on them. Zalk grabs the clips, snaps them on the fingers of Rex's right hand, then he starts twisting the crank vigorously, until the device is practically thrumming with energy.

"My master needs a controlled surge-zap to awaken, he will be up soon."

Then, without further ado, Zalk slaps his palm down on a button on the generator's top, causing it to discharge through the cables and into Rex with a crack, leaving the chamber smelling like ozone. Zalk then scoops up the remainder of his alcohol, looking quite guilty with it in hand.

"I must flee-hide, if master scent-spots me with this..."

Zalk blanches, before giving Gordon a parting bow and scuttling off to his chamber, which he promptly seals, locking it up with a thud.

@therxtking