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WHERE: The Arena
WHEN: Game Night! (roughly current)
WHO: Anyone!
WHAT: Lizor steps foot into the Disc Wars Arena for the first time since he was found there. It just happens to be a Game Night.
WARNINGS: None that I can think of!
His existence had seemed to calm down somewhat into a routine....
He had his job at the End of Line club...and during his downtime if recharge eluded him - he would wander. Since it was a struggle for Lizor to get any consistent recharge - he always seemed to find himself in various places of the Grid, preferring to walk on foot rather than use his baton. Sometimes he even caught a couple minutes of light standby - leaning against a random wall somewhere. This microcycle's bout with insomnia however, led him back to where it all began. The Arena.
Lizor had not set foot in there since he had been found after his rather...unpleasant reboot. Unlike the cavernous echoing silence that had met him then - the place was a hive of activity. It was a Game Night...and the place reverberated with the cheers, stomps and calls of countless programs. Oddly enough - despite his discomfort....it didn't feel as dangerous as if the place had been empty. At least now, the disc warrior could feel he could be somewhat concealed within the crowd. It also helped that there were no Black Guard patrolling the place anymore. His paranoia kept on trying to tell him that they were merely hidden somewhere....
Disc Matches were going on - and large screens everywhere showed the action as the crowd roared their approval. Under the new rules - the Games now had the vibe of fun and celebration....as they were before Clu's corruption. Lizor's processes however remained on other times. What am I even -doing- here?
Lizor didn't remain in any one place - stalking the stands and crowded hallways like a brooding phantom. Sometimes a random program who recognized him would stop him - asking him enthusiastic questions about the Games which made the disc warrior rather uncomfortable. It was then that he realized that many of these programs thought that he had fought in Clu's games willingly. He managed to mumble a brief answer most times before making himself scarce. Are these programs out of their processors??
As everyone had fun and enjoyed themselves around him in a merry throng.....Lizor continued to stalk along the stands. Fully armored - pale slash marked face set into a scowl - framed by his thick black hair. He proved a most intimidating sight. Thankfully most let him be, save for the very few braver fans that wanted his attention.
WHEN: Game Night! (roughly current)
WHO: Anyone!
WHAT: Lizor steps foot into the Disc Wars Arena for the first time since he was found there. It just happens to be a Game Night.
WARNINGS: None that I can think of!
His existence had seemed to calm down somewhat into a routine....
He had his job at the End of Line club...and during his downtime if recharge eluded him - he would wander. Since it was a struggle for Lizor to get any consistent recharge - he always seemed to find himself in various places of the Grid, preferring to walk on foot rather than use his baton. Sometimes he even caught a couple minutes of light standby - leaning against a random wall somewhere. This microcycle's bout with insomnia however, led him back to where it all began. The Arena.
Lizor had not set foot in there since he had been found after his rather...unpleasant reboot. Unlike the cavernous echoing silence that had met him then - the place was a hive of activity. It was a Game Night...and the place reverberated with the cheers, stomps and calls of countless programs. Oddly enough - despite his discomfort....it didn't feel as dangerous as if the place had been empty. At least now, the disc warrior could feel he could be somewhat concealed within the crowd. It also helped that there were no Black Guard patrolling the place anymore. His paranoia kept on trying to tell him that they were merely hidden somewhere....
Disc Matches were going on - and large screens everywhere showed the action as the crowd roared their approval. Under the new rules - the Games now had the vibe of fun and celebration....as they were before Clu's corruption. Lizor's processes however remained on other times. What am I even -doing- here?
Lizor didn't remain in any one place - stalking the stands and crowded hallways like a brooding phantom. Sometimes a random program who recognized him would stop him - asking him enthusiastic questions about the Games which made the disc warrior rather uncomfortable. It was then that he realized that many of these programs thought that he had fought in Clu's games willingly. He managed to mumble a brief answer most times before making himself scarce. Are these programs out of their processors??
As everyone had fun and enjoyed themselves around him in a merry throng.....Lizor continued to stalk along the stands. Fully armored - pale slash marked face set into a scowl - framed by his thick black hair. He proved a most intimidating sight. Thankfully most let him be, save for the very few braver fans that wanted his attention.