[130] TEARS OF A CROCODILE // Video

[stopthat_destro]

[The camera's canted at an odd angle, like it's been haphazardly thrown on the ground. You can see some of Rex, and he's looking disheveled, terrified and pathetic. There are spots of red on his shirt, and some of his hair is matted down and sticky with what appears to be blood. You can tell he's huddled in a corner in the gym. He sniffles,

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[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin sees the post and thinks that the memory bandit has struck again, and if he gets there quickly he might be able to stick his mind into Rex's brain while the psychic trail is still fresh and gain a few more clues.

And helping is a good, wardenly thing to do.]

Stay where you are. I'll be there in less than three minutes.

[stopthat_destro]

[He sniffles and nods. OH SO PATHETIC AND HELPLESS.]

[Spam]

[timesbureaucrat]

[2.4958 minutes later, Narvin enters the gym and starts to rush towards Rex.]

I'd normally ask you what your assailant looked like, but under the circumstances it's best if I look in your mind and see for myself. With your permission, of course.

[Spam]

[stopthat_destro]

[Rex recoils a little at the thought, pressing his back against the wall in what seems like a brief panic. Really, he's reaching back for the gun that he's got tucked into the back of his pants.]

I-- I-- [He swallows.] My mind? After somebody else might've... [He looks a bit like a deer caught in headlights.]

Some time later...

[mrs_persson]

[Una sees Rex's post a bit late, swears, and hurries off to find him, unaware of anything having happened to Narvin.]

[stopthat_destro]

[Una will find Rex crouching beside an unconscious Narvin, looking like he's frantically trying to wake him up. Yes, he's just panicking soooo much right now. The pistol is obscured between him and Narvin, and he's hoping to make this quick enough to use it before she spots the weapon. Worse comes to worse, he also has Narvin's weapon tucked into the back of his waistband.]

Help! They-- they were listening, waiting to ambush him. It was-- [He stammers out something unintelligible, like he's trying to fight back against the memory loss, but he just can't. Poor Rex.]

[mrs_persson]

Shit!

[Una draws her own gun, looking around as she joins Rex at Narvin's side.]

Who was it? Where did they go?

[stopthat_destro]

It was-- [He tries to get a name out, but can't seem to. He shakes his head in frustration and points to where the 'assailant' went, which just happened to be a direction that would require Una to turn around. The moment she did, he would fire on her.]

[Spam]

[aye_cun_finally]

[Well now, something seems off about this, but he can't take that chance. Leaving Rex alone is a recipe for disaster. Unless he has his toys, anyway.]

[Then it's either a recipe for disaster or a really boring lecture on turning bismuth into gold.]

[So, he rushes down there, all ready to help, approaching him slowly.]

...Doctor?

[Spam] - PRE-NARVIN, FOR REFERENCE

[stopthat_destro]

[Shut your whore mouth; Rex's lectures are never boring. Anyway, Rex fakes a sniffle when he hears footsteps, then pitifully looks up to see... Ah. James. Well, that's not who he needs.

...

Let's see how easily fooled he is.]

J-james?

[Spam] REFERENCE IS FOR LOSERS

[aye_cun_finally]

[Nothing Rex says is interesting. Ever. It's just science.]

[Oh ho ho, see what I did there?]

Doctor? What happened?

[There isn't as much concern as there might normally be. You might want to dial up the tears.]

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[stopthat_destro]

[UGH, GIVE REX MORE DEVOTION AND ATTENTION. He shakes his head frantically, bringing a hand to touch the injury on his head. Yes. Injury.]

I don't-- I can't-- [He swallows shakily.] They did something to me.