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Independent Fandomless Sci-Fi / Superhero OC RP Blog

Set in a genre crossover kitchen sink comic book setting!

Wielding longform continuity/retcons for (narrative) good!

"Hosted" by a disgraced cosmic-powered alien superhero!

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[[ End credits for a Rex movie/ova to Veteran of the Psychic Wars (he has just warred with elitist superbeings and costumed adventurers once more and now marches home battered and bruised)

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Hey Rex, gone anywhere cool lately?

"Hm. Well, there was a pit stop in Honolulu. I was flying home after visiting Megafauna Island out in the Pacific, that's were we've relocated a fair few daikaiju and certain cryptids. I also took a second pit stop to Cleveland. Quiet place, that. Then I got back home to Delta Bay..."

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What would you have done differently, if you had a second chance, Rex?

"Everything."

Rex had to elaborate though. But anyone who knew him long enough had to have heard about his former teammates, the people they looked up to. The violent, public beating and outing of his secret identity. The way they took his alien heritage and retold it as the assignment of an invasion scout. Those adolescent years and the cusp of adulthood were not generous.

"I wish I hadn't been so desperate to be accepted back then-- that I'd be something I wasn't, so unerringly positive but vacant in terms of actual beliefs-- of action. I wish I'd never met those raging assholes or thought they actually wanted to be friends. Or put my faith in a storied team like the Enforcers..."

That wasn't fair: Rex had been lonely as a teenager. His old gang hung out the way normal teenagers supposedly did. They played video games together, complained about school, work, socializing outside the circle, and got greasy food from one of their usual haunts-- where they'd become regulars. They all agreed to try costumed adventuring together as a superteam. They'd been good enough that Grizzly's dad-- KodiaKop, recommended them for an apprenticeship with the World's Most Watchful Heroes. A club that had after some years, become more of a paramilitary op, its image shined by one Hollywood success after another.

"... I wish I'd gotten over myself and JUMPED 'em before they JUMPED ME! Taking the heat I got now wouldn't be so bad if at least they were outta the picture. But no: they're still full strength, adored by millions. I thought I could talk to them like... like we were peers. Or with our ~mentors~, but they were in on the whole racket!"

It's hard to hold back the tears. Rex tried to keep up his rage, the clenching of his teeth. That didn't stop his eyes from watering and letting the droplets slide down his cheeks.

"The ones doing all that crap, who were upfront about being lowdown dirtbags-- their trash talk, their attacks, that wasn't even the worst part: The bright and cheery optimists of the bunch, they just let it happen. They smiled and laughed and said the ~truth~ would triumph, that ~bylaws~ would be followed, to count on the others and have... to have hope. HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT HELP?! I-- guh... I needed 'em and they didn't do a damn thing!"

A moment of blubbering before he could get his shit together.

"And now they just. It keeps happening to other people everyday. They've been doing that, sometimes I run into somebody else they kicked down in the past. Weeding out any and all dissent. Letting anybody who plays along have their cut. Sometimes I'll lay in bed at night or in the morning and just wonder if I could have gutted the whole stinkin' operation. I mean. Goddamnit! What's the point if they can keep going and we're all just doomed to live under their heel?"

Too worked up to relax. Rex thought about running down the highway out of town for a few. Or going up to the moon to sit on the edge of his favorite crater. But there was no real escape for this: the same things could happen on most any other inhabited world that fell into the kind of apathy decay that gripped the Earth. Scowls and smiles that smothered reality alike, just a matter of which flavor one preferred.

At times it was too much for Rex.

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A palpable sense of disgust embittered her mouth, returning their sneers of enjoyment back to them with a twisted grimace. Too stringent to afford skilled people with even cheaper morale, but not too miserly to construct an advanced underground maze: a conundrum to haunt the minds of philosophers hereafter! The bubbling, glowing remains of their rifles fills her with vindication.

“Ha HAAAAAAAA! Good work, Rex!” She complimented, full of glee. She briefly turned to the snipers and lambasted: “Oh, that's what YOU get! HAHAHAHA!”

But this victory would not last long, seeing as their guide was focused on something… peculiar. The foundry flask was indeed a marvel in itself.

“What… could they possibly be making with that?” she breathed in disbelief.

It was at this moment she never thought to ask for their guide’s name, who they were before all this, with little time to do so. Maybe they wouldn't even want to say. And now, with the horrifying stretch before them, she thought about the rest of the band of mutants still trapped down there.

Stars, help them…

The molten slag whipped fiery wind close to her, frightening her so that she yelped as it struck Rex.

“AAAAAAAAHCK!!! ARE YOU OKAY!?” she blurted out.

He was almost invulnerable, but it shook her more and more as of recently. There's not a moment to lose, and she didn't hesitate to take hold of his hand tightly, leaving room for their guide.

Even through the potently hot air, light and form seemed to take on a magical dance, twirling sheets of mirages obfuscated the course. Above the moving platforms, a way out became visible to her, at least from what she could venture from her own sight.

“Is that the way?” she hurriedly pointed out, bracing for the horrendous heat and speed.

This was going to be quite the rush...

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"I'll be fine-- yeah, just hang on!"

Hyper-speed activated.

The cosmic force rich within Rex's extended energy aura sheathed Pokie and their guide, who was currently clinging on for dear life. There was a bursting gust as Rex started to jet through the obstacle course just below the speed of sound, avoiding oncoming solid fixtures of the maze in order to get to the end. Their guide was rambling about how that wasn't there before. That it must have been installed while they and the other 'inmates' were hiding, or scavenging from fallen enemies or the insultingly paltry supply drops they tossed into the place.

They came to a screeching halt. Rex's specially treated sneakers burning rubber like a racecar before they came to a full halt. And only then did Rex release his passengers.

"This way! We'll find another way back later."

Their guide scurried along. Eventually showing the two to the hand of the Kawinkydink. There were many hidden doors and a couple of tight spaces to squeeze through before they got there.

"That's... I'm sorry." murmured the guide. "That's all I know. I'm not sure how to get to the cockpit. I only knew how to get here."

"Not like you'll be seein' that anytime soon."

Behind them, Brasshat appeared from a hidden door! He came charging in, headbutting Rex with super-strength boosting his thick helmet and then backflipping to avoid Pokie's laserfire without a sweat.

"You freaks think you've got it all figured out, huh? Well, my superiors finally listened to reason: I was born to put this boot to your throats and asses!"

Two of the walls opened: there was a large chasm and a whole lot of scaffolding built around the mecha. Hovercraft were situated at certain points to pick up and take the machinists around the torso to try and reverse-engineer the Kawinkydink. When that failed, their operations continued in trying to build around the giant robot. The room with the hand was the first of many in planning.

Brasshat started trading blows with Rex. Over the chasm, troops with jetpacks started flying in their direction to swarm the area.

"POKIE! Get to the Kawinkydink! We've gotta combine it and my Asura mode if we're gonna stand a chance of smashing through this place!"

The scaffolding and hovercraft were their best bet. Maybe a jetpack if Pokie could steal one.

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Ask my muse anything you want on anon!

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HELLOOOO DONK happy Munday! When was the first draft of Rex completed, do you recall? How has he changed in the years since you made him?

[[ Hey Liv!! Thanks for this ask.

Uhhhh probably 2019 or so I finalized the concept of Rex being a disgraced/outcasted costumed adventurer, his alien origins, and the entertainment/military industrial complex that superheroing had embraced.

I made him at first as a standard flying brick with all my favorite alien on earth influences (Tsuburaya's Ultraman, Superman, Goku, etc. etc.) and that kind of fizzled out so I started integrating my frustrations with mainstream cape media, how folks reacted to him, and various other interests into the sufferin' slacker as he exists rn.

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Highlander: The Series s5 finale and the radical lore shift

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[[ Thinkin once again of Rex as superpowered explorer. Enduring the most extreme environments for a bit just to study and take in their majesty.

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Lava photography by Bruce Omori

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the very rare phenomenon of a volcano producing vapor rings/volcanic vortex rings. Mount Etna today (April 5, 2024) by Boris Behncke

[sabertoothwalrus]

get those abs off of him

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"Watch THIS shit!"

Rex was doing a keg stand. Only that isn't a keg at all. It's a canister of rocket fuel. There's a couple empty cans of something like 4loko off to the side already.

Besides the tinge of fruit flavoring, Rex mumbled something about how alike the drink and the actual fuel were...

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[[ Talkin about Rex being greeted by pals' characters on discord and it goes like: "Omgggg #bestie #princewith1000enemies ☺️"

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“But if it’s fruit… that means ketchup… would have to be smoothie. I don’t know maybe I’m not brave enough for that? I mean, if they changed- like they changed… some of the stuff in it… could you make a sweet treat?”

Rex thought about it for a moment. Then at last, he raised an index finger.

"People also make beer milkshakes. Tomato seems more plausible by comparison. Technically."

He relaxed. That probably wasn't the definitive 'last word' on the subject, but it felt like a good place to start. Maybe they'd go over this one again later with new discoveries in mind.

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coffi is absolutely one of the mutants who did not want to fight. she is no hero. she didn't sign up to be gravity girl — no spandex suit, no key to the city. she's not heartless, but.. she's just not.. selfless. she likes her self where it is. alive. kicking another day.

her palm flexes rapidly in irritation. rubble and debris reign like shooting stars. there's no time to argue. rex has already made up his mind.

what do you do when you can't do nothing, but there's nothing you can do?

when rex makes good on his statement to join the fight, all she can do is watch him go.

she's pissed, if she's honest. more than.

❝ whatever! what-the-fuck-everrrr! ❞

thoughts milling around a mile a minute, she settles on an answer. there's a mother fallen to her right with a very young child.

she does what she can.

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Rex could hear Coffi, even as there was distance growing between them. Her aggravation the last thing he noticed before looking back up to focus on the sentinel squad.

All he could hope for was that the DJ was alright. That as many people as possible could also get away. Those thoughts echoed as Rex raced to stop a sentinel extending cybernetic tendrils and opening a housing cavity on its side to hold-- suspected mutants. No one was safe. Even a bigoted blowhard who tried to identify actual mutants was being captured in the confusion.

!!

There was a flash of light as the collision ensued. Rex had taken on his metallic cyan Asura mode, shifting to a stature that matched the metal monsters. After shoulder-checking one, he sprinted to judo toss another as far in the opposite direction from the evacuation as he could-- putting forth all his might.

"JYAA!"

♫

After the toss, he was caught in the grip of a couple other sentinels and beaten for his attempts. The third eye-bulb on his head shifted to a blue hue, before becoming a slow flashing red accompanied by a warning beep. One that only seemed to increase in speed as he endured more punishment.

Asura mode was difficult to keep up, between the damage, atmospheric pollution, a worldwide telepathic zeitgeist of apathy-- misery could have as many possibilities as hope. Now it was down to tangible action. Even overwhelmed, attacked from multiple angles, Rex still kept swinging every which way like a dazed, but ultimately loyal dog. But if the spectrum warning signal came to a stop-- Rex would never rise again!

Keep going, Rex! Keep going, Coffi!!

In any case, Rex had done his part. The sentinels were focused on him for the moment. If there was ever a time for Coffi to get that mother and child out of harm's way, it was now or never!

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"It's... a kind of magic."

If only this had been a moment of peace where Rex could show off all the ways he could project his cosmic energy and interact with physics to do things like fly fast and peer over distances vast and down to particulate matter that only microscopes beheld. Less for law and order, Rex was more of an astronaut at heart. Unfortunately, who and what the cosmic contender would have liked to be did not save him from what he'd been designated against his will. Why his suggested course of action was so lousy, and how frequently it ended up occurring anyway.

Whether he wanted to or not.

"Distance. We need distance. But only up to a point: then someplace to lay low until they give up the search, we'd never clear city limits right now, not like this. I've got a couple ideas, but nothing surefire: abandoned venues and hiding spots kept up by other folk..."

He mumbled of possibilities. Offerings of a sort to choose from.

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"Oooh, fancy," Patchwork Jack remarks with a playful wiggle of his fingers as Rex remarks that is a type of magic. Patchwork Jack likes magic, but magic doesn't like him. He's only ever been good at the simple spells or fire spells.

Nodding along in agreement of Rex's suggestions, PJ remarks. "I hear ya. That sounds like the real smart way to tackle it. Better than runnin' and prayin' we don't get blasted full of holes." Considering their limited options, PJ emits a low, thoughtful hum as he ponders the best place to hide.

"Abandoned venues it is. I can square up with a squatter or two if need be. I've been told I pack one hell of a right hook. Besides worst come the worst you can do one of your cool magic tricks again." PJ isn't sure why he's getting the final say, especially considering the fact Rex is, arguably, the better planner out of the two of them. Still, he'll play leader once in a while he supposes. "Now let's carefully tip toe our way outta here."

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There's a nod from Rex. He too could try to assert himself and make significant decisions where needed. But his effectiveness came more from his scientific approach. Leadership was a separate beast altogether, one he didn't completely have mastery over.

"Wait."

Rex halted for a moment. He used his hyper-hearing to determine the distance of sirens and the like. He used his hypervision to a limited extent however: Any electromagnetism this ability might have emanated could potentially give them away, so just quick x-ray flickers here and there. Gone as quickly as they were activated.

Just then, someone started shooting in their direction.

Rex shielded his face as a round bounced off his knuckle and forearm down near the elbow. The observant pursuer was one mere foot soldier. Hurrying to try and radio this in to receive back-up...