[If any other word had been used- Jackass, asshole, etcetera etcetera, it probably wouldn't grind his gears quite as badly. But that utterance sounds quite severe.]

Excuse me?

[Rage, unbridled and often unmatched to whatever triggers it, has been a problem he's has had since childhood. The years he'd spent scampering around the city, being cursed for his appearance and status as a petty thief, have left him with a lot of misdirected anger, in addition to the harrowing years that followed.

There is something different about it today, however. Rex reaches for a various item in his utility belt and it begins to glow and smart, just like usual, sure, but instead of simply his forearm doing the dirty work, his entire body catches fire, singeing the ground upon which he walks. The voice that then leaves him is dark, cacophonous, sounding like there is not just one, or two, but are multiple entities speaking from within:]



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