When I consider how my light is spent
Who: A New Tron
Where: Near the Sea of Simulation.
When: Now
What: Rerezzing on the shore, lost and more then a little panicked.
Warnings: Most likely G, though he's jumpy and may be prone to attack if he feels threatened.
When the tide finally brought him to the shores of the Sea, the first sensation he felt was a dawning sense of intense relief. He'd floated for countless millicycles, his helmet cracked and broken beyond use and leaving him effectively lost. At first, there had been intense panic, fear and dread that he would be lost to the Sea forever. But he had pushed it down, swallowing the terror and forcing it down deep even as he left himself to the mercy of the deep. He could not repair the imaging sensors himself. He had to simply wait for fate to make the next move.
He clutched at the sand under his fingers for what seemed an eternity, allowing himself to reconnect to the energies of the Grid, hoping to orient himself in one way or another once the sounds and sensations washed over him and gave him a better sense of where he had ended up. Instead, all he felt was the feel of the cold of the Sea as it lapped at his legs and the sound of the waves hissing around him. It did little to assuage the terror that threatened to grip him, that intense fear that he would be lost forever, and it swelled again, choking him and filling him with a raw emotion that was as strong as the day Clu had brought his rectified guards to the Arcade and staged his revolt.
But no. He was strong. He would simply...he...
He had to move. He did not expect any mercy or aid out here. There would be no one to help him, and he was unsure who he could trust. So he simply resigned himself to climbing to his feet, taking his first tentative steps away from the beach, and heading in what he felt was the best option for the location of TRON City.
Where: Near the Sea of Simulation.
When: Now
What: Rerezzing on the shore, lost and more then a little panicked.
Warnings: Most likely G, though he's jumpy and may be prone to attack if he feels threatened.
When the tide finally brought him to the shores of the Sea, the first sensation he felt was a dawning sense of intense relief. He'd floated for countless millicycles, his helmet cracked and broken beyond use and leaving him effectively lost. At first, there had been intense panic, fear and dread that he would be lost to the Sea forever. But he had pushed it down, swallowing the terror and forcing it down deep even as he left himself to the mercy of the deep. He could not repair the imaging sensors himself. He had to simply wait for fate to make the next move.
He clutched at the sand under his fingers for what seemed an eternity, allowing himself to reconnect to the energies of the Grid, hoping to orient himself in one way or another once the sounds and sensations washed over him and gave him a better sense of where he had ended up. Instead, all he felt was the feel of the cold of the Sea as it lapped at his legs and the sound of the waves hissing around him. It did little to assuage the terror that threatened to grip him, that intense fear that he would be lost forever, and it swelled again, choking him and filling him with a raw emotion that was as strong as the day Clu had brought his rectified guards to the Arcade and staged his revolt.
But no. He was strong. He would simply...he...
He had to move. He did not expect any mercy or aid out here. There would be no one to help him, and he was unsure who he could trust. So he simply resigned himself to climbing to his feet, taking his first tentative steps away from the beach, and heading in what he felt was the best option for the location of TRON City.