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stillpurring in grid_lined

Do you wanna play~?

Oct 07, 2011 23:36

Who: Rinz and you
What: He's regressing slightly back into Rinzler and getting violent. Come spar with him? Hugs might be acceptable too, but expect some yelling first.
Where: some..place...where people fight and train?
When: now?
Warnings: some violence, plenty of angst

( The stresses of past glitches as well as current ones were finally beginning to take their toll )

rinzy (stillpurring), ram (namesram), kevin flynn (the_gamesmaster), !open, yori (yorisearching)

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creator_man October 8 2011, 20:07:31 UTC

Flynn was walking about again, hood drawn over his face and eyes watching over the Grid. His Grid, and yet... not his. He didn't deserve it, even less this place of new hope, complicated as it was; but he could do his best to care for it.

He needed to.

He rounded a corner to find a sort-of familiar sight, which made him stop for a moment and really look. Rinzler-Tron... the one who had been a cat, as far as he could see, his discs drawn and clutched in his hands, his body held so tight the waves of tension almost visible around him. And very, very clearly unhappy.

Flynn stood still for a moment, then called out, "greetings."

stillpurring October 8 2011, 20:38:25 UTC

Rinz's attention snapped immediately to the User, dark eyes partially hidden and seething with anger, fear, hurt...so much emotion that he didn't know what to do with himself. It was too much for him to handle, and he was breaking.

The need to hurt, to maim, to kill, was threatening to overwhelm at the prospect of encountering someone who stood a greater chance than Gridbugs, and he was itching for violence. Gloved fingers tightened around orange-ringed discs.

"Go, Flynn," he ordered, voice harsh and shaking slightly.

creator_man October 9 2011, 04:42:23 UTC

Flynn stood for a moment, thinking over the words, and the voice, and the meaning of them.

Then he straightened.

"No. Put away the discs and let's see what shape I am in. Sparring." No discs. No weapons.

After all, training Quorra had to involve some of this, over the cycles.

stillpurring October 9 2011, 06:21:31 UTC

He'd always known Flynn to be reckless, but this? This was just plain idiocy.

"Clarrrify," he demanded, certain Flynn couldn't be this ridiculous.

creator_man October 10 2011, 12:58:38 UTC

"Sparring," Flynn answered, and yes, he did catch the surprise in the program's voice. "I don't have a disc, and I'm not suicidal; but there are times when things needs to be worked out, and violence is the best way. Even controlled violence."

Softer, he added, "trust me. I won't let you hurt me."

stillpurring October 10 2011, 15:19:19 UTC

Hesitation, confusion, and fresh anger blazed in his dark eyes. "I sacrrrificed myself to prrrrrotect you," he growled. "Don't you darrrre trrry something that would completely demean that." This was ridiculous. "I can barrrely contrrrrol myself. I could kill you easily, with or without weapons."

creator_man October 12 2011, 08:48:38 UTC

Anger. Anger was what was sometimes needed. Flynn's tone was calm, but his words were somewhat goading. "You did. And there is no way I can repay you, nor will I ever try to void that. But is your information of how much damage you can do without a weapon up to date? Do you know how I have spent that time, old friend?"

It was true. Some of that time was spent fighting, one way or another; much of it was spent practicing. Not to attack, he was through with that; but to defend himself.

And yet the goal wasn't necessarily physical violence. If the program would go speak, maybe whatever was causing the uncontrollable violence would surface and could be dealt with.

stillpurring October 12 2011, 16:46:14 UTC

The low hiss Rinz made was entirely involuntary, a sound not unlike that of an angry cat. "Don't challenge me, frrrriend. It doesn't matterrrr how you spent yourrrr cycles. I've always been strrrrongerrr and I always will, because that's how I was wrrrritten! I was made forrr combat! Orrrriginally forrrr defense, but that's changed since..."

He stopped suddenly, not wanting to say it. Instead he just glared, dark eyes flashing.

creator_man October 13 2011, 09:26:39 UTC

Flynn's nod was nearly imperceptible. He didn't shift away from the readiness position, but he changed tactic.

"Then tell me what's going on in your head. I mean - in your processor." Beat. And he added, "everything."

stillpurring October 13 2011, 16:34:16 UTC

The abrupt change in tactic took him by surprise and for a moment he just stared.

"Tell you everrrrything?" he repeated, skepticism heavy in his voice. "No, Flynn, you can't do that anymorrre. I'm not Trrron! And even if I was, I would be so tirrrred of you! I died to save yourrr pathetic life because I thought you would do something, and you decide to just thrrrrow all that away by hiding wherrrre no one can find you? Not even me? What good did that do anyone? We waited forrr you! You. Left. Me."

Chest heaving, he turned away, gloved fingers tangling in his hair and tugging. The fact that all this hadn't been exactly what was bothering him didn't seem to matter. He was getting everything out on the table now, apparently, even old wounds that he'd done his best to hide.

creator_man October 17 2011, 08:11:30 UTC

Flynn watched, head leaning further inside his hood.

"You are right. I fought, then I hid. Only much later did I hear even the faintest rumor that you lived. But it doesn't matter. The best I could do wasn't good enough."

There weren't words to undo what had happened. There weren't explanations to appease the pain which Tron had been put through, yes, because he defended Flynn.

"It was not because I meant to fail anyone. And I still don't."

stillpurring October 17 2011, 17:02:30 UTC

"You werrrre supposed to fix everrrything," Rinz said coldly, hands curled into tight fists. "But you didn't. You let us all sufferrr. I can neverrrr be who I was again, because you waited too glitching long to help!" Anger burned hot in his voice. "Afterrrr everrrrything, Flynn! All the times I saved yourrr life! And you leave me to turrrrn into this! I don't carrrre if it was intentional. It still happened. And it's still yourrr fault."

creator_man October 17 2011, 17:57:59 UTC

Flynn didn't answer. Maybe it was better that Rinz had turned away; but the words landed home, deep and burning. He shuddered, shoulders slumping for a moment.

It was the truth, after all. It was his fault.

But by the time Rinz might look around askance, his back had straightened again, the strength - or show of it - returned to his figure, eyes looking out from under the hood, steady and level.

stillpurring October 17 2011, 19:10:24 UTC

Rinz shivered as well, an old memory file resurfacing without his permission. The feel of that coding slipping into his very essence, changing him, destroying the program he was and instead creating an entirely new one.

"I don't know who I am anymorrrre," he murmured.

creator_man October 17 2011, 19:27:19 UTC

Slowly, very slowly, giving Rinz the chance to pull back, Flynn stepped closer, then reached to rest a hand on the program's shoulder.

"It'll get better. I know programs aren't supposed to have an identity crisis, but you're much more than an ordinary program, and you've been through more. It will get better."

stillpurring October 17 2011, 19:36:29 UTC

Rinz flinched at the initial contact but didn't move away, exhaling slightly and glancing over his shoulder at Flynn. The aggression was gone now, replaced by a dull hopelessness.

"I don't know what to do anymorrre," he said lifelessly, not meeting Flynn's eyes. "Parrrts of my past arrrre still a mysterrrry to me and...I still...Rrrrinzlerrr is still in herre." He touched his chest. "Trrrron's in therrre too, I think. Two differrrent prrrrogrrrams. Who does that make me?"

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