Do you wanna play~?
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 )
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 )
He'd calculated there'd be time enough for a run before the next stats update, and set off around the edge of the park, skirting a low-rezz section that the maintenance crew hadn't got around to refurbishing.
A program loomed on the path ahead of him, turned slightly away, discs out and active. The pale circuits and absent helmet identified him before the peripherals did, and Ram slowed to a stop, a worried cast to his features as he assessed the security program's situation.
[[also Ram and Roy are sad that Rinzler had a fight with other ( ... )
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He hadn't noticed Ram just yet, too distracted by conflicting emotions and an inability to properly function.
[[<3333333333333333333 hugs for you too Ram <33333]]
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He couldn't.
"Rinz," he called, his voice steady, readying himself for whatever the response might be.
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"Rrrram. Go," he said coldly.
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"Okay," he answered evenly, completely neglecting to specify when. "What can I do for you first? Want to go for a run or something? You look like you could let off a little steam."
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He could hear the ultimatum in Rinz's voice, but enough was enough; the guilt had to be hurting him as badly as the fear of losing control. Ram spread his hands, unarmed, unafraid. "Rinz, it's all right. You'll be all right; I know it's hard right now, but trust me, okay?"
Trust me like I trust you.
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It's not safe out there, Ram. Just trust me and I'll teach you everything I know. I'm not about to let you derezz in these glitching games when we still have work to do for our Users.
"Trrrrust?" he said weakly, feeling himself start to crumble.
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Crom was gone. He hadn't been terribly bad in the practice room, but Ram had seen enough programs come and go to have a pretty good idea of his chances. So had Sark; the cell next door had already been reassigned.
"Another free program offline."
"Do you really think the Users are still there?"
The faith in Tron's voice hadn't wavered for a microsecond.
"They'd better be."
"Yeah," he said, his own voice cracking. "It's going to be okay."
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"Like this?"
"Too slow. Try again."
"I'm no good at this, Tron. Not like you. I'm just an actuarial program."
"Don't you ever talk like that." Tron had grasped Ram's shoulders, holding them tightly, the desperation rising inside him. "You and me are going to make it through this. I promise."
Rinz shuddered violently, his discs slipping from his limp fingers. "Rrram," he heard himself almost whimper. What...what was happening to him? He couldn't make sense of anything and he just...he needed...
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"Rinz?" Ram took another cautious step, then two more, trying not to spook him, trying to understand what was happening. The security program's discs had clattered to the ground. He didn't look murderous anymore. He looked -- he looked the way Ram had felt sometimes, cut off from his Users, with the very order of things seemingly changed for good--
His original plan to stay back wasn't called for anymore. He kept walking, closing the distance, pace by pace.
"'s okay," he said softly. "I'm here."
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"Flynn!" He was so relieved to see his friend again, pulling him up over the edge back onto the Solar Sailer and helping change his color back to the regular blue. Red didn't look good on him, in Tron's opinion. But not even a full micro passed before the question came out. "Where's Ram?"
He saw the answer on the User's face before he heard it.
"He didn't make it."
Where was it all coming from? These memories...surely he hadn't had them before? Rinz trembled worse than ever, circuits flickering in suck a manner that indicated a total meltdown was nigh at hand.
Oh User, not Ram. I promised I'd keep him safe. I promised I'd look after him. He was my best friend...
It's my fault he's gone.
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He all but ran the last few steps, reaching out instinctively to touch the shaking program's arm.
"Rinz... Rinz? Can you hear me?"
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It was too much to deal with at once. An identity crisis quickly followed by the reemergence of memory files that he hadn't even realized were missing was causing mass confusion, and for some time, he was completely unaware of anything.
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"I gotcha," he said frantically, one hand curving around the back of Rinz's head. There was a comm panel back the way he'd come from; if Rinz was really in a bad way he could call for help from there. "Stay with me, okay?"
[[sgjsdkf I thought I posted this already ;;<3]]
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Oh User. Ram.
The long lost memory file resurfaced and he shivered slightly, wrapping his arms tightly around the smaller program and desperately wishing with every pixel of his being that he had been able to keep him safe.
"Rrram," he purred softly, a mixture of relief and pain in his crackling voice.
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