There's a fire burning in my heart
Who: Tronzler & anyone else who's around
Where: Roof of the Arcade, possibly parts beyond
What: Thinkin'
When: Now. Now is good.
Warnings: Depends on who tags in, will update as necessary.
Prior to the explosions, he had run dark as often as not, circuits dimmed to minimal brightness or sometimes darkened completely. Since then, however, they were always on, the steady purple that they'd settled to when Yori had suggested a change, something to differentiate himself from the others.
The others. There were more of them now than ever, and it seemed as if the newest arrivals were still happily following Clu's directives. Perhaps 'happily' was the wrong word, he couldn't remember ever having been happy with his orders, though he'd never been unhappy with them either, never disagreed with what he had to do. He just was.
Clu gave orders, Rinzler fulfilled them, that was the way things were. How they should be. It was only in looking back now that he realized how wrong some of those orders had been.
'When you're looking back, everything's clearer' Quorra had told him once, and it was true.
But sometimes, even knowing what he knew now, he missed that, the simplicity of it. Things were complicated now and getting more complicated by the millicycle it seemed. He wasn't one to back down from a challenge, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate when things were simple.
It was trying to break away from thoughts like those that led him to the roof of the Arcade building. Quorra had told him that she went there to think sometimes, and he could understand why: the bustle of the City was fainter here, almost background noise, and the hum of the Grid itself was almost audible, an ever-present buzz at the very edge of his perceptions.
At the moment he was perched on the jut of the roof right over the sign, just watching and listening, a dark, purple-lined shadow against the brickwork.
Soon it would be time to stop waiting, stop watching and take action. But not just yet.
Where: Roof of the Arcade, possibly parts beyond
What: Thinkin'
When: Now. Now is good.
Warnings: Depends on who tags in, will update as necessary.
Prior to the explosions, he had run dark as often as not, circuits dimmed to minimal brightness or sometimes darkened completely. Since then, however, they were always on, the steady purple that they'd settled to when Yori had suggested a change, something to differentiate himself from the others.
The others. There were more of them now than ever, and it seemed as if the newest arrivals were still happily following Clu's directives. Perhaps 'happily' was the wrong word, he couldn't remember ever having been happy with his orders, though he'd never been unhappy with them either, never disagreed with what he had to do. He just was.
Clu gave orders, Rinzler fulfilled them, that was the way things were. How they should be. It was only in looking back now that he realized how wrong some of those orders had been.
'When you're looking back, everything's clearer' Quorra had told him once, and it was true.
But sometimes, even knowing what he knew now, he missed that, the simplicity of it. Things were complicated now and getting more complicated by the millicycle it seemed. He wasn't one to back down from a challenge, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate when things were simple.
It was trying to break away from thoughts like those that led him to the roof of the Arcade building. Quorra had told him that she went there to think sometimes, and he could understand why: the bustle of the City was fainter here, almost background noise, and the hum of the Grid itself was almost audible, an ever-present buzz at the very edge of his perceptions.
At the moment he was perched on the jut of the roof right over the sign, just watching and listening, a dark, purple-lined shadow against the brickwork.
Soon it would be time to stop waiting, stop watching and take action. But not just yet.