Warhawk (warriorwilled) wrote in dc_nextgen,
@ 2010-06-24 19:55:00

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Another Year Down
(Backdated to June 17th)

Rex hasn't been big on birthdays since he was ten years old. Since his father disappeared, every year has just been one more that he hasn't hasn't seen his father. Having Nic around makes things nice, but today, Rex is seriously reconsidering his idea of giving up drinking. An all night bar-craw with one of the few friends he has that ends up in a fight and a night in lock-up.

It sounds like fun, but he can't. His sister needs him.

So, tonight, Rex Stewart starts in on the heavy bag in his home gym, deciding that spending the evening sparring is better than nothing.

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	smallwonder 2010-06-25 01:22 am UTC (link)
	It being Rex's birthday, Hope made her way to his home gym once she arrived. She'd brought her training armor with them in case they did end up sparring (which they probably would), a mace personally crafted for Rex by her father, and a bottle of Thanagarian mead. She knocked on the opening of the door. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	warriorwilled 2010-06-25 01:26 am UTC (link)
	Rex stops for a moment going to answer the door. "Hey, Goddess! What's up? Oh, you came to spar. Good, I was in the mood for a match anyway and Nicolette is out flying." he says. "I don't have any beer. I had to get rid of it...and I had a few after Nic told me some...things." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	smallwonder 2010-06-25 01:28 am UTC (link)
	"I did." Hope set down her bag, "But I also brought you some gifts, seeing at it is your birthday and everything." She opened up her bag, pulling out a couple of packages, handing them to Rex. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

warriorwilled
2010-06-25 01:39 am UTC (link)

"Oh, you heard about that whole birthday thing, huh?" Rex says.

His eyebrows raise at the mention of gifts. "Hope, you didn't have to bring me anything. Not that you aren't awesome for doing so, Goddess, because you are. Thank you."

He opens the package with the Thanagarian mead and smiles. "Oh, we are going to drink this after the match. I haven't had good ale in a long time."

He sets the ale down on a counter-top, then sets about opening the second gift. If his eyes lit up at the T-Ale, they nearly fall out of his head at the weapon now in his hands.

"Goddess...did your dad make this? I recognize the handiwork from your Mega-Rod. Oh, we need to try this out right now."

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	smallwonder 2010-06-28 10:54 pm UTC (link)
	A grin crossed her face. "I have my ways." "I'm glad you like them. Mother thought that you'd enjoy the Thanagarian mead. It's well-aged too." She nodded. "Yes. Father designed and crafted the mace himself. It's not Nth metal, but the material is the same as my Mega Rod. It won't break with ease." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	warriorwilled 2010-06-29 12:14 am UTC (link)
	"Goddess, if I thought I could get away with it, I'd kiss you right now. But I'll settle for sparring." he says, his eyes drinking in the new mace. "This thing just looks like it owns. I might have to take both of my maces on patrol one night. I think I will name them Law and Order." Rex says. The tone in his voice sounds as though he's utterly serious. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	smallwonder 2010-07-05 01:50 am UTC (link)
	Did she blush just a little? Maybe. But she didn't show it. "Yes. Sparring is good." "My father made it. Mother tested it. It's built to own. It will serve you well in battle. And those are fine names for them." (Reply to this)(Parent)

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