Their dreams were yours, their dreams were mine
Who: Tronzler and anyone who happens by
Where: That building, over there, mid-city
When: Maybe now!
Warnings: Shouldn't be any, will update if necessary
After his discussion with Yori, and understanding the need to be able to differentiate between the backups, Tron, who was still only Tron some of the time, but wasn't actually still Rinzler, had managed to retain the purple circuitry that he'd taken on while talking to her. It wasn't blue, not even close, but it wasn't red anymore either. It was a muddy, bruise-like color, but it didn't seem to bother him at all.
He'd taken to lurking in the park as often as not, though he wasn't there right at the moment, no, he was on an upper catwalk, leaning against the railing and surveying the sprawl of the city below, tracking changes, lining them up with the pieces he remembered, filling in the gaps in a way. He was also tracking the occasional movement of passers-by, because no matter what else had changed, he was still the Grid's guardian, and he didn't mind not being the only one.
He wasn't well and truly lost in thought at the moment, though sneaking up on him would probably still be ill-advised.
Where: That building, over there, mid-city
When: Maybe now!
Warnings: Shouldn't be any, will update if necessary
After his discussion with Yori, and understanding the need to be able to differentiate between the backups, Tron, who was still only Tron some of the time, but wasn't actually still Rinzler, had managed to retain the purple circuitry that he'd taken on while talking to her. It wasn't blue, not even close, but it wasn't red anymore either. It was a muddy, bruise-like color, but it didn't seem to bother him at all.
He'd taken to lurking in the park as often as not, though he wasn't there right at the moment, no, he was on an upper catwalk, leaning against the railing and surveying the sprawl of the city below, tracking changes, lining them up with the pieces he remembered, filling in the gaps in a way. He was also tracking the occasional movement of passers-by, because no matter what else had changed, he was still the Grid's guardian, and he didn't mind not being the only one.
He wasn't well and truly lost in thought at the moment, though sneaking up on him would probably still be ill-advised.