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61st Gear... This is not a valid coping mechanism, Nautilus. [Accidental Video]
naniteknight wrote in thewake_rp
[There is a figure in a black Organization coat standing atop a building in the Northern District, easily seen against the gray of the roof top and the white of the snow blanketing the ledges. For the first few seconds of the broadcast, the hood of the coat obscures the figure's face, but then he turns, gloved hands lifting to pull the hood back...]

[It's Rex, his gaze distant and cold as he looks out across the city, expression unreadable.]

[One hand moves to his collar, fingers looping under cords to draw out a pair of necklaces from beneath the coat. One of them, the shorter of the pair, is strung with bird feathers and beads. The other had four pendants hanging from it: a hand painted charm with kanji on it, a silver tribal-style metal pendant, a silver gear and a steampunk styled piece with wings on it. Rex simply gazes down at the lot passively for a second before suddenly tearing them away from his neck, the cords breaking.]


[He is about to toss them all off side of the building when he pauses, looking once more at the silver gear.]

Hmm, except this. I can still use it.

[The gear is dropped into a hidden pocket. The other parts are then disposed off, tossed carelessly off the roof before Rex teleports away, the feed ending soon after.]

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I'm fine.

[His tone is somewhat flat. Distant.]

Doc Magnus left.

[Definitely not fine. He's really taking it hard, to be so closed-in.]

Do you want to talk?

[A mere shrug.]

This is nothing to talk about.

She's gone. Talking about what can't be undone is pointless.

[Okay, maybe a different approach.]

Well, how about blowing up some monsters? Want to do that?

Also pointless. Really, what good does that do?

[A beat.]

Oh. Hrm. You're suggesting something I'd probably be doing if I could manage to feel anything like loss.

Which I can't.

So it's not worth the time or the energy.

[This is not just repression. It's not normal, and somehow Nautilus is behind it.]

Hey, Rex, could you humor me by taking off that coat?

[It's worth a shot, even if she's never heard of a coat that sucks out the wearer's emotions.]


[It's cold, jeez. Even minus a heart, he can still appreciate that the coat holds in his body heat.]

[Be honest, or be cagey in case it is the coat and it can recognize threats? ...yeah that second one is far-fetched, even for here.]

You're acting strange, and I think it might be the coat causing it. You can just take it off for a moment, or I can run out there with one of mine...

[He rolls his eyes. This is bothersome. Though perhaps if he does as asked, she'll stop bugging him.]

[Sliding the garment off, Rex holds it aside in one hand. Underneath, he's still got on his usual t-shirt, pants, boots and gloves. Prior to pulling on the black long coat, however, he had been wearing his usual white heavy winter coat. No telling where that's gotten off to, now.]

The coat doesn't have anything to do with missing my heart. It's just a coat, see?

[Well, that didn't work, and she's out of ideas. Can't hurt to be polite?]

I... see. Thank you for humoring me anyway.

[Missing heart? How is that possible? And who can fix that?]

Logically, it may have been the only way to get you to see the truth of the matter.

[Pulling the coat back on, he draws the hood up again.]

And unless you've got something else pressing that needs to be dealt with right now, I'll end the transmission.

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