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"Work it, make it, do it, makes us..." [CLOSED]

Jun 27, 2010 20:02

Who: Rex (naniteknight) and America (imthe_hero)
What: NANITE POWERS GET? Hopefully. Rex stops by America's place to see if they can bend his abilities back.
Where: Southern District, America's burger tree.
When: Backdating to June 23rd?
Warnings: None.
Notes: ARGH SO LATE. I'M SORRY, JEAN. ;-; Let me know if the backdating's not okay/if you'd prefer the date to be ( Read more... )

† america, rex salazar

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naniteknight June 29 2010, 12:33:41 UTC

Rex watched, blinking a few times as America made his way down to ground level. The tree with red, white and blue leaves and sprouting burgers had an elevator in the trunk.

Of course it did. Yep.

He tried to assume the look of being calm, cool and collected as America joined him. They were going to get his powers back. This would work. It totally would. Not a thing to be worried about. Damn, he hated these moments of feeling uneasy. Part of being without real use of his nanites.

"Makes sense and I'm totally ready," he replied, offering a confident thumbs up. "But maybe I've been around long enough it won't take much more than a little push.

"So how do we do this? I just...start trying to do my usual thing and you sorta will me to make it work like it's supposed to?"

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naniteknight June 30 2010, 10:51:52 UTC

"Yeah, let's avoid the cat thing. I've got enough issues without adding hairballs to the works."

He grinned at America's rather...uh...rednneckish exclamation. At least the guy didn't take himself too seriously. Rex got enough of that back home with the people he worked with.

Pulling on his goggles just in case something did go wrong, Rex considered which of his nanite based tricks to try. He missed flying like crazy, but it wouldn't hurt to having something for both good defense and offense at the ready.

"Alright. Let's give the old BFS a try..." Shaking out his right arm, he readied himself for a second and then dove into concentration mode. Teeth gritted and eyes narrowed, he focused on forming his arm into something large and metallic. Slowly but surely, metal crawled over his limb as neon blue circuit board patterns lit the seams between. It was slightly easier now than the last time he'd tried, but it was still way too difficult. He definitely required help.