A Clu without a clue...

[tanks4thememory]

Who: Clu here, and anyone who happens to stumble across him
Where: A random alleyway, somewhere in Tron City
When: Sometime post-Legacy mostly, but I'm flexible :)
Warnings: Shouldn't be any, unless people start cussing Clu out for stuff his future counterpart did

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[yorisearching]

It had been a very long millicycle, and Yori was glad to be headed to her apartment. She didn't have energy to think much beyond the route home and her recharge needs when she got there.

Until Clu's face looming with nightmarish suddenness from an alley sent all Yori's processes into frantic overdrive, hatred and terror ice-cold in her throat.

One hand went to her vehicle baton to ensure her escape route, the other snatched out her disk to guard herself. Yori snarled, "Clu," and only then realized that in fact Clu had never been in the habit of wearing Encom vintage armor.

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LOL Clu outta nowhere! X3

[tanks4thememory]

Clu had only just reached the end of the alley when a female program came into view. Several things about her struck him at once. First, her skin and hair seemed to have a bit more color than they should have, while her blue circuitry seemed to have a little less color than it should. And speaking of her circuitry, it didn't look like any he'd ever seen on a standard program. The lines were too thick, too few. It was strange

Re: LOL Clu outta nowhere! X3

[yorisearching]

If he didn't know her, and he looked like Flynn from Encom cycles...

Slowly, Yori put away her disk, in response to the program's gesture of surrender. She kept a white-knuckled grasp on her baton, to comfort her instincts in case this was some insane trick.

Yori tilted her head and squinted slightly, trying to see the program as an ally from Encom and not her ruler and bitter enemy from the Grid. It only worked if she couldn't see his face. Crash the admin program for corrupting even memories he had no part of.

"It's going to be a very long story," she warned...Clu. "That name has belonged to someone else for many cycles." Yori hesitated. "What's the last thing you remember?"

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Re: LOL Clu outta nowhere! X3

[tanks4thememory]

As the woman put her disk away, Clu relaxed marginally, greatly relieved that the ending of his glitched memory wasn't about to become a reality. After a long moment of the woman looking him over oddly, felt confident enough, at least, to slowly lower his hands.

At the comment that it would be a long story, Clu nodded. He suspected that any sort of story that would explain someone randomly pulling a weapon on another program like that would indeed be a long one. Though it was at least a relief to hear that it wasn't him she had such obvious hatred for, just a program with a similar name and appearence. He was glad; though he didn't wear their blue circuits, he too was a User believer and would've been upset to discover that he'd unknowingly harmed any innocent programs while glitched. Especially a program that looked like this woman; despite the oddities of her appearance, now that she wasn't threatening him, he noticed that she was rather attractive. Still, given the circumstances, he kept his thoughts to himself

[creator_man]

Flynn was spending most of his time now acquainting himself, in detail and personally, with the damage to the City. He wandered the walkways, sometimes talked with programs, sometimes just observed...

But the sight of the old circuitry and the all-too-familiar shape caught his attention at once... only to make him stare, briefly, in surprise.

"Greetings, program," he said softly. Had to start somewhere, right?

[tanks4thememory]

As Clu stepped out of the alley and onto the broader walkway he paused for a moment, glancing up and down the street as he decided whether to turn left or right. It was then that he noticed that a program who'd happened to be passing by had stopped and was staring at him, looking rather surprised. There was recognition in that expression too, if Clu wasn't mistaken, as if this program knew him from somewhere, and hadn't been expecting to see him here

[creator_man]

Flynn watched his program process, then the question made him smile slightly. Gently. True, he had been told that programs from anywhere, even derezzed ones, would show up here, but seeing his old program, from the old system... technically for the first time, was something new. From before anyone knew that such a thing, him inside a system, was possible.

"You, my friend, are very far from home." In time, as well as in space. He paused a little, then as carefully as he could, although there wasn't a good way to do this. "I am Flynn."

[tanks4thememory]

The other's slight smile only puzzled Clu more, even if he did take it as a good sign; at least this strangely familiar program seemed friendly enough

Clu <3

[the_gamesmaster]

Flynn walked past the row of buildings after having a drink down at the End of Line bar. It had been a long millicycle and he was glad to have a break after coding with Tron all day. Sitting down in his apartment sounded like a really good idea right now.

He headed north towards the city when he saw it. Or rather, him. Was that....no. It couldn't be. C.L.U? His first creation? He blinked twice as he got closer. Standing, a little dazed in his original armour.

'C-C.L.U? Is that you, man?,'

Re: Clu <3

[tanks4thememory]

Clu stepped out of the alley, glanceing up and down the street, trying to decide which way to go, when he heard someone say his name. He turned to face the speaker, only to find himself facing a rather... odd-looking program. His clothing was of a strange design, and he seemed to have almost no circuitry. What little he did have glowed bright white, without any hint of color. And his skin and hair- for he wore no helmet; another minor oddity - seemed to have more color than they should

[the_gamesmaster]

Flynn smiled fondly at his program. Should he tell him? Well, there was no point in lying, Flynn thought. He put his hand on Clu's shoulder as he walked with him. 'You could say I'm here to rescue you, buddy. You do look in bad shape,' he examined some of his circuits as he stopped to take a look. 'Hmm, nothing I can't fix though. I'll soon get you up and running, man,' Flynn smiled as he patted Clu's shoulders.

'Oh, the name thing. You might want to know that, mighten you?,' he laughed softly. 'I'm not a program, Clu. I AM Flynn. Kevin Flynn, your User,' he let the words sink in slowly as he watched the program's face. 'It's ok, don't get worried. Nothing bad can happen as I'm standing here. I've come to fix you up inside of here. The Grid,' he motioned to the vast expanse of digital world around him.

'You're safe now. No more glitches for you, man. I'll patch you up AND find you a new tank. How does that sound, huh? Keep that tank rollin,' he made grin and laughed softly.

[tanks4thememory]

[OOC: Gah! I just lost a huge-ass reply that tooke me an hour and half to write cuz it was TOO huge-ass and my compy wouldn't let me cut part of it off! *crais* ;_; I *knew* I shopuld've C&Ped it! >_< *sigh* No time to do another tonight. Hopefully will be able to re-do it tomorrow... Dumb, stupid, dumb!* kicks self repeatedly!*]

[isoartist]

If Aadi had been on wheels, or even treads, and not feet, she likely would have screeched to a stop. As it was she still did a pretty impressive imitation of it, almost tripping over her own feet as she came to a stop.

She knew that face, and it was enough to freeze her processor for a moment or two, at least until she actually took in the difference in armor, for one, as well as the fact that he looked ... well, frankly he looked lost, and that was not an expression she'd ever seen on Clu's face before.

"Greetings, program." She said, quietly, only barely managing to keep the tremor from her voice.

[tanks4thememory]

Clu also stopped not far from the end of the alleyway, when he noticed the woman. Clu was programmed to be observant- it was practically a requirement for a good hacking program- and thus he was quick to pick up on several unusual things about the program before him

[isoartist]

"...Tower?" Oddly enough, that was the part that confused her the most about the whole situation, finally she shook her head, "You're quite lost, aren't you?" She'd drawn her braid over her shoulder, running her hands over it, a smooth, repetitive motion, something she did when she was thinking hard, or needed to calm herself.

She managed a smile a moment later, and it was even sincere, even if it was a little tight at the corners, "I'm Aadi, I arrived not too long ago myself. Welcome to the Grid. I'm sure you came from somewhere almost like it."

[tanks4thememory]

Clu tilted his head to one side slightly, confused himslef. How could this program not know what an I/O Tower was? Hadn't she ever communicated with her User before? Even if she wasn't a User-believer, the Towers themselves were generally big, centrally located, and difficult to miss. Or perhaps they were called something else in this sector? He couldn't see why they would be, but he supposed it was possible.

"Apparently so...", he replied at her comment about being lost, looking around once again. Now that he was able to see more than just the interior of the alley, he could see that even the buildings around here looked a bit strange, as if it wasn't even part of the same system. That would explain alot, but would also present a whole new set of questions. The biggest one being how in the name of all the Users did he even get here

And with the right journal this time >,> Shouldn't LJ before coffee

[isoartist]

The more he talked, the more she observed him, the easier it was to make herself believe that this was not the Clu who'd had a thousand-cycle reign of terror over the whole Grid. She wasn't a judgmental person, not at all, but a thing like that tended to stick with you.

She bit her tongue to keep from replying 'I know who you are', because it was becoming increasingly clear to her that she didn't. She shook her head at the question, "No, no it isn't. It's self-contained, and this? This is Tron City." She hesitated a moment before adding, "And while I hate to be the bearer of bad news, that memory is probably correct."