Who: Rex Salazar (
naniteknight) and OPEN
When: Saturday night, July the 9th
Where: Near the public market.
Format: Starting with prose, but I'll match whoever tags in, prose or action!
What: Rex falls victim to an angry mob, pulled down and captured like a common animal.
Warnings: TL;DR to start and mob violence! I'll edit this if it happens to get worse. (
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Some, probably thinking it was a gun, or other attack, reared back. Some who had been covertly sympathetic to Rex cried out, thinking someone must have struck a fatal blow.
But all weapons were, momentarily, arrested mid-motion as everyone blinked off their shock. Then realised there was someone else standing in their circle who hadn't been there before.
Someone more than one of them recognised immediately. Someone who had cultivated being recognisable among Anatoleans. It was why he'd stayed out of the street this long: no matter his unthreatening, even pathetic, appearance, he would not be able to blend in. He was known quite specifically as one of the Scorched who made a point of outreach with Anatoleans ( ... )
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Rex was just coming to grips with the fact that he was going to have to do something out of desperation (if his nanites were even up to cooperating) when a loud CRACK rang out. His eyes widened at the sight of the man who had suddenly appeared in front of him, someone who he had seen a number of times via the Forge network. Rex had never conversed with Remus, though he made a mental note to change that ( ... )
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His face registered how saddening it was that he so quickly found what he was looking for: people he knew.
He didn't name them. To single them out would be little better than attacking them; but for each who met his eyes with intensified glares, others winced and looked away.
"I know some of us have discussed," said Lupin, his voice carrying though he didn't seem to raise it, "how attacking a symptom does nothing to cure."
Those who'd had that conversation, when they'd brought loved ones to be treated by Shirley and Lupin at the Clinic, withered all the more
"Don't let him speak!" someone shouted. "He'll cast a spell on you!"
"He already has!"" shouted another, striking at the invisible shield. It didn't make the kind of satisfying noise he'd been hoping to prove the point, but he left ( ... )
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