#bibliobabel

"Woaaah, I could think of 6 or 7 different things I could do with that arm of yours. Wanna let me take it apart~?" Who is this sassy lost child? Ah, it's Crepe. Their eyes light up with a ferocious curiousity even as they laugh at their own terrible gen Alpha humor.

Who was this sassy lost child, indeed. Their curiosity was noticed, however it seemed that whatever the fuck they had said, if it was any sort of joke, had flown right over James' head. He fixed them with a stare behind his domino mask, arms crossing over his chest as he seemed rather unamused.

Whatever you haven't tapped about recently or ever lets hear it.

Send Lore Drop! And I will talk about lore or a head canon regarding my muse.

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[[ A smaller detail: Rex is not himself a frequent multiverse traveler, but by virtue of the genre kitchen sink nature of his setting he's run into crises between multiple worlds and more accomplished travelers.

His hyper-senses can also arguably observe something like the fourth wall. But he interprets it less as one world being more "real" than another as much as just still just alternate realities. Something like Star Trek DS9's "Far Beyond The Stars" episode, the whole "The Dream and The Dreamer" idea or a lot of of Grant Morrison's metanarratives in their comics.

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"Banu famo sosu..."

It was exceptionally tempting for the narehate princess to further examine the metallic limbs of this vibrant-haired tall one... but a strange sense of scale gave her pause. The shape of this one's soul was... huge, for lack of a better term. A gravity of self that somehow seemed so large that she couldn't even attempt to perceive the whole of it--

Needless to say more importantly, she didn't sense malice. So perhaps she could approach.

Cautiously she slithered closer, like a cottonball cloud over the ground, closer and closer... until...

Tink! Tink, tink!

And there she was, curiously poking one of their metal limbs with the tip of a crimson claw. Head tilted, eyes dilated, and tail giving a gentle twitch now and then.

"AGH!... Hhh... Hhh..."

The android duplicant rose up with a yelp. Blame the brain-scan, his memory engrams had successfully brought back his predilection for petty scheming and occasional diffidence. But once he realized it was Afina speaking, he calmed down. Slowly looked around after that. He double-checked and his own in-built robotics had confirmed this was actually just AIfina. For a second he cowered slightly, before remembering more precisely what she said at first: A friendly sanity check to guarantee a computer was compiling correctly-- and the programmer had done well in setting things up.

"... Oh. The OGs both bit the dust, huh?"

He knew they were probably busy, tinkering about with their Wafflebots. At least, that was usually what they were doing whenever he saw them. Thinking about it, he wondered if they ever considered making Wafflebots specifically for fighting purposes. Could he theoretically spar with a Wafflebot? Could he outlast a machine and show everyone that there was no cake stronger than he? The prospect made his jam boil in anticipation!

Ananke judging from the distance

"Seen plenty of people say the Index is the 'lesser' of the evils, but then you get a prescript that orders you to grill your own head medium-rare and serve it to your neighbor. Good luck with that..." If he's aware he's being judged from a distance, he's sure not showing it.

Rex went around Tetra for a moment. Just to confirm the statuses of the fallen. To make certain the dead had truly died. Leaving the injured to writhe a bit more. The cosmic contender couldn't help it, having been cast off by a group once too. Believing he'd been accepted. That perhaps through active participation and some critical reproach they might see the error of their ways and re-organize themselves.

It's not long before he's back to the werewolf's side.

"... It was all a wash, huh?"

Days like this made Rex wonder why he bothered. Functionally, he knew things could change. But with the intentions of others being as base as they were, that grim reminder in the lot that Tetra wanted so badly to be able to throw in with-- without regret, it was crushing.

"C'mon. Let's getcha a new hideout and then you can keel over."