[Rex was just walking around the town, exploring, seeing what there was there. He didn't recognize or remember anything about it, but in all honesty, there was very little he remembered at all.
He spotted a bench at a bus stop and decided to take a seat on it. As he approaches, though, he realizes there's another person already there...and that he looks uncannily like his brother.]
Rain, natural snow weather disasters, or shine, bus stop benches are never the most comfortable. The only way for a person to ever fall asleep on one of them would probably require blunt force trauma to the head, or some kind of chemically-induced unconsciousness, or both.
Whatever Cesar Salazar's case is is left up for discussion. Kicked back in on the bench with his head back, Rex gets his first sign of actual life when the man stirs, face tightening in discomfort. He lifts his head slowly, rubbing the back of his extremely stiff neck as he does so, squinting blearily around--
He doesn't quite freeze to the spot, but the hand at his neck isn't moving anymore. "Rex?" Did he just call him hermano?
It's nothing to worry about, if he did. It doesn't change anything. "What are you doing here? ... Come to think of it--where is here?"
"I'm calling Providence for a lift back to base," Cesar says as-a-matter-of-fact-ly, standing up from the bench. The cold iron hasn't been very kind to him, but he hides the stiffness by moving slowly.
"You should probably move along before they arrive," Cesar adds, touching his earpiece. "Cesar to Providence."
There is a pause. Cesar turns away a little, touching the earpiece again, and leaving his hand up this time. "Providence?"
Besides, I'm not sure they'll even be here. This might not even be our world. The last place I was [Rex jerks a finger behind him, as though Sirocco is right behind me] wasn't.
Cesar's brow furrows slightly, and he looks back at Rex.
Before he can answer that first question, Cesar finds a much bigger point to address. "Rex," he says deliberately patient. "There's no current possible reason why this wouldn't be our world. And what do you mean 'the last place wasn't?'"
The last place I was in--Sirocco? Definitely not our own world. There are people there from all sorts of places, and there aren't any EVOs or nanites or anything.
Cesar sweeps him once or twice with his eyes, looking for telltale traces of a concussion. Trying to get a good look at his pupil size, he steps closer, his concern translating into a look of mild concentration.
"Have you been feeling alright, Rex?" These could be very bad signs. Memory loss? Hallucinations? What if Rex is losing his memory again to his strange amnesia?
[Cesar is giving him a strange look and he does not know how to handle this. He doesn't remember his brother ever looking this way at him. It's a little concerning!]
"You sound delusional, and I'm afraid it's a bit concerning," Cesar answers bluntly. Apparently having no regrets with calling his little brother crazy, he lifts a finger close to Rex's face, moving it from one side to the other to watch how Rex tracks it with his eyes.
Cesar gives up with the eye-tracking. "You're talking about parallel universes, and 'large blue things that kill you', Rex. That sounds pretty delusional to me."
"Have you been getting enough sleep recently? Any illnesses? Strange chemicals?" Cesar straightens and puts a hand to his chin, looking for all the world completely unmoved and unconcerned. If it weren't for the fact that this is his brother, Cesar might as well seem as though he were talking to a total stranger about directions to the nearest subway, rather than about potentially serious mental health conditions with his only family alive.
There is a pause, and the gears in his head visibly turn and work to mull this problem over. With as big a brain as his, surely his next words will be something useful, something clearly geared towards resolving this puzzle.
"... This is very strange."
Or not. Cesar thinks for a little longer, before appearing to shake himself, snapping back to the here and now.
"We'd better get you somewhere indoors, mijo. It's not safe for you out where just any Providence agent can find you."
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Date: 2012-02-25 05:14 am (UTC)He spotted a bench at a bus stop and decided to take a seat on it. As he approaches, though, he realizes there's another person already there...and that he looks uncannily like his brother.]
Cesar? Hermano?
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Date: 2012-02-25 05:24 am (UTC)Whatever Cesar Salazar's case is is left up for discussion. Kicked back in on the bench with his head back, Rex gets his first sign of actual life when the man stirs, face tightening in discomfort. He lifts his head slowly, rubbing the back of his extremely stiff neck as he does so, squinting blearily around--
He doesn't quite freeze to the spot, but the hand at his neck isn't moving anymore. "Rex?" Did he just call him hermano?
It's nothing to worry about, if he did. It doesn't change anything. "What are you doing here? ... Come to think of it--where is here?"
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Date: 2012-02-25 05:45 am (UTC)I have no idea. I just showed up here with no clue where 'here' is.
That...looks like a running theme in my life, actually.
[He pauses for a moment.]
What are you doing here?
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Date: 2012-02-25 06:04 am (UTC)"I have no idea either. I only woke up when you called me, and this is the first I've ever seen of this place."
Rex gets a side-glance. "We appear to be in a city," Cesar adds, and it's actually pretty hard to tell if he thinks he's being helpful or not.
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Date: 2012-02-25 06:16 am (UTC)And, uh...yeah. We are. I think the real question now is, what next?
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Date: 2012-02-25 06:37 am (UTC)"You should probably move along before they arrive," Cesar adds, touching his earpiece. "Cesar to Providence."
There is a pause. Cesar turns away a little, touching the earpiece again, and leaving his hand up this time. "Providence?"
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Date: 2012-02-25 06:55 am (UTC)[Whatchu talkin' bout, brotha?]
Besides, I'm not sure they'll even be here. This might not even be our world. The last place I was [Rex jerks a finger behind him, as though Sirocco is right behind me] wasn't.
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Date: 2012-02-25 07:34 am (UTC)Before he can answer that first question, Cesar finds a much bigger point to address. "Rex," he says deliberately patient. "There's no current possible reason why this wouldn't be our world. And what do you mean 'the last place wasn't?'"
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Date: 2012-02-25 07:48 am (UTC)Re: [2/2]
Date: 2012-02-25 08:06 pm (UTC)"Have you been feeling alright, Rex?" These could be very bad signs. Memory loss? Hallucinations? What if Rex is losing his memory again to his strange amnesia?
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Date: 2012-02-25 08:29 pm (UTC)What do you mean? Of course I have! Why?
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Date: 2012-02-25 09:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-26 02:21 am (UTC)[But that's because he's looking intently at Cesar, unamused, not because he's got a concussion or anything of the sort.]
What do you mean, I sound delusional? I'm just fine!
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Date: 2012-02-26 05:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-26 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-26 07:42 am (UTC)"The rest of us can actually see those."
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Date: 2012-02-27 03:02 am (UTC)Wait--you think I've gone loco? You think I'm just hallucinating all this stuff?
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Date: 2012-02-27 05:36 am (UTC)"Have you been getting enough sleep recently? Any illnesses? Strange chemicals?" Cesar straightens and puts a hand to his chin, looking for all the world completely unmoved and unconcerned. If it weren't for the fact that this is his brother, Cesar might as well seem as though he were talking to a total stranger about directions to the nearest subway, rather than about potentially serious mental health conditions with his only family alive.
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Date: 2012-02-27 06:50 am (UTC)Well, except for that teeny tiny 'barely remembering a thing' part, that is.
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Date: 2012-02-27 07:40 am (UTC)Thick eyebrows draw closer together, and a faint line appears between them. To himself he mutters, "That explains some of the unusual behavior."
More loudly, "What's the last thing you remember fully?"
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Date: 2012-02-27 08:08 am (UTC)Meeting you. But it's not like I really remember much before then, either.
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Date: 2012-02-28 04:56 am (UTC)This new information gets a slight frown. "So you're saying that the deterioration in your memories ends just before you and I met at Providence?
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Date: 2012-02-28 06:40 am (UTC)I'm saying that I barely remember anything, aside from what Providence and EVOs are, meeting some of my friends, and meeting you.
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Date: 2012-02-29 11:23 pm (UTC)There is a pause, and the gears in his head visibly turn and work to mull this problem over. With as big a brain as his, surely his next words will be something useful, something clearly geared towards resolving this puzzle.
"... This is very strange."
Or not. Cesar thinks for a little longer, before appearing to shake himself, snapping back to the here and now.
"We'd better get you somewhere indoors, mijo. It's not safe for you out where just any Providence agent can find you."
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Date: 2012-03-01 07:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-03 05:20 pm (UTC)"I'm afraid there's a lot you need filling in on, little brother. With your memory as it is now, you're a bit behind the times."
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Date: 2012-03-14 05:09 am (UTC)