but you won't see it by the light of the suna_perfect_endJanuary 5 2011, 20:43:52 UTC
The End of Line was a core structure, one of those deep, enduring archetypes that reassembled itself no matter how often recompiling was attempted.
Rumor had it that the most recent--reformat--had a few especially interesting consequences.
Clu liked his rumors best substantiated and cataloged, confirmed and in their proper place. So when word reached him--and it did, eventually, even through the haze of blue the Black Guards had been inhaling--that the End of Line was not only operational, but that it was under new management, Siren management. Well.
That warranted confirmation in person. And if the lesser functions were too buzzed on blue to cower back when he stepped into the room, that was fine. They held no interest for him anyway.
"You're looking very put together this evening," he said. "Gem."
Come out, Tigerlily you're caressing mesurvivethesirenJanuary 5 2011, 20:58:51 UTC
Gem's eyes widened when she heard his voice--it was a small diamater, but only that. A roll of the eyes wouldn't be wise, as much as she felt it. That joke was uncalled for--and CLU knew it. Put together, indeed. "You should know by know that I rarely stay off line, CLU." There was a purr to the roboticness in her voice; there was no point in causing trouble, after all. He didn't seem threatening yet, at least
( ... )
I'll take you up, I'll turn you on, I'll take your apathya_perfect_endJanuary 7 2011, 02:16:30 UTC
She didn't blink, no sign of surprise except a slight widening of the eyes.
He nodded, tilted his head, as close as he would come to anything like an apology. It hadn't been personal--an oversight, a consequence of neutralizing Zeus to obtain Flynn's disk. And Gem had always been resourceful program.
Clu had to admit that her new command line suited her. Gem glided down the stairs, hardly seeming to even touch them, and delicately extended a hand.
He met her eyes, that ghost of a trace of a smile, and took her hand User fashion, lips pressed to gloved knuckles and lifted again, just lightly.
"Both," the word curled into a grin, "with a little luck."
I won't lie to you blossom, won't you let it gosurvivethesirenJanuary 7 2011, 02:35:19 UTC
When he 'apologized', her body became just a tad less rigid; for a program such as her, despite her change in programming--there was only so much fluidity she was allowed in situations such as this.
Only in the privacy of her own place did she ever allow herself to step outside of the protection of her stoicism, her posturing. It had saved her for cycles (save her derezzed mistake), and regardless of the changes, it was still not safe to do anything else.
When CLU kissed her hand, she raised an eyebrow, pressing her tongue against her lips. Well wasn't he in a generous mood today? Taking her hand back, she placed it on her hip, her eyes raking over him. Handsome and dangerous. Such was was his programming.
"Then we should get a drink and speak, hmm?" She tilted her head smiling a bit wider. Knowledge, data would always be a commodity--gaining more from him would be advantageous, to be sure.
I'm gonna give you all you want and don't you knowa_perfect_endJanuary 7 2011, 05:56:40 UTC
Was it a trick of the light, or did her posture relax just a fraction?
There was no questioning the rise of an eyebrow, the quirk of her lips, fingers folding to the smooth white crest of her hip in a most distracting fashion. Consciously or unconsciously, her functions were doing alarmingly elegant things with his processing cycles.
He'd be a poor excuse for an administration program if he didn't know when he was being given a thorough appraisal. He stood a little straighter and stepped just inside her personal space with a tilt of his head.
"That would be...ideal. Were you pouring, this time?"
He was still teasing, but testing, too--whether there was conflict between their functions, what she might want to know. Playing the angles: he was a creature of straight lines, but he'd learned that others often were not.
That you, I know you better than thissurvivethesirenJanuary 7 2011, 21:01:46 UTC
"I do not think you can be trusted with that, Clu." Gem rolled her eyes then, feeling that her safety had become a bit more stable. It would be tenuous, of course, and could change quickly--but she had a feeling he was perhaps...unsure of himself. Not that he would actually acknowledge that.
Motioning for two drinks, she moved back to the couch, gesturing for Clu to join her if he wished. "What have you been doing with yourself?" It was a more direct question than she was used to, but there was an underlying tease that would him to view it as playful, if he wished.
I can see you burning with desire for a kissa_perfect_endJanuary 12 2011, 03:12:09 UTC
He blinked. It was--bracing, reassuring invigorating, to see that she'd relax far enough in his company to make that gesture, and he smirked at that, rather than answer. It was answer enough.
Bartending routines bustled to complete her order, and he tracked them without really seeing them or taking notice--trace programming, consequence of being a monitor
( ... )
Psychobabble all upon your lipssurvivethesirenJanuary 13 2011, 04:15:16 UTC
"Not everything has a place, Clu. But I suppose we can not completely change our programming." Gem said this softly--it was an admonishment; not necessarily for the Isos (Gem had a strange relationship in the first place), but in general. She herself...had not fit into her pre-determined programming. She had sought out something better for herself.
It had been fulfilling until she had met the bad end. But no matter. Things had changed. Restarted.
Refraining from rolling her eyes yet again at how he spread out on the couch as if he owned the place (again, perhaps it was coded within him to act like this. She had seen Flynn occasionally make the same gestures), she looked over at him, raising a slender eyebrow.
"And how have I surprised you? Both instances, if you please." She shifted her body to face him more, waiting for his explanation.
We can fight our desires, but when we start making firesa_perfect_endJanuary 17 2011, 03:05:37 UTC
Clu considered, tilted his head and listened. Everything changed, she was saying: everything evolved. Not everything has a place. Gem had grown beyond the limits of her instruction set and carved out a new existence for herself, a life that was more than her original programming.
Something he was still struggling to do. For so many cycles, he'd put so much energy, such focus, into that single goal--perfection--and it was still beyond him
( ... )
We get ever so hotsurvivethesirenJanuary 19 2011, 03:06:52 UTC
Gem noticed when he conceded the ground on the couch to her. It was...something different for him--something she had not seen him do before. Perhaps little Clu could learn, after all? Gem knew not to underestimate him, regardless how he acted now.
When he mentioned Zues, she put up a finger, stopping him. "Zues controlled me as much as he could, as well. He was the one that allowed me to be... re-purposed." She would be honest; deception was easy for her, but Gem did not see the need to be so at the moment. "But yes, I chose a different angle."
Raising an eyebrow slightly at his amused state, Gem shifted forward, pressing into his personal space. "Unique? But I thought you detested that."
Rumor had it that the most recent--reformat--had a few especially interesting consequences.
Clu liked his rumors best substantiated and cataloged, confirmed and in their proper place. So when word reached him--and it did, eventually, even through the haze of blue the Black Guards had been inhaling--that the End of Line was not only operational, but that it was under new management, Siren management. Well.
That warranted confirmation in person. And if the lesser functions were too buzzed on blue to cower back when he stepped into the room, that was fine. They held no interest for him anyway.
"You're looking very put together this evening," he said. "Gem."
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He nodded, tilted his head, as close as he would come to anything like an apology. It hadn't been personal--an oversight, a consequence of neutralizing Zeus to obtain Flynn's disk. And Gem had always been resourceful program.
Clu had to admit that her new command line suited her. Gem glided down the stairs, hardly seeming to even touch them, and delicately extended a hand.
He met her eyes, that ghost of a trace of a smile, and took her hand User fashion, lips pressed to gloved knuckles and lifted again, just lightly.
"Both," the word curled into a grin, "with a little luck."
[Heck yeah! Good choice ^_^]
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Only in the privacy of her own place did she ever allow herself to step outside of the protection of her stoicism, her posturing. It had saved her for cycles (save her derezzed mistake), and regardless of the changes, it was still not safe to do anything else.
When CLU kissed her hand, she raised an eyebrow, pressing her tongue against her lips. Well wasn't he in a generous mood today? Taking her hand back, she placed it on her hip, her eyes raking over him. Handsome and dangerous. Such was was his programming.
"Then we should get a drink and speak, hmm?" She tilted her head smiling a bit wider. Knowledge, data would always be a commodity--gaining more from him would be advantageous, to be sure.
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There was no questioning the rise of an eyebrow, the quirk of her lips, fingers folding to the smooth white crest of her hip in a most distracting fashion. Consciously or unconsciously, her functions were doing alarmingly elegant things with his processing cycles.
He'd be a poor excuse for an administration program if he didn't know when he was being given a thorough appraisal. He stood a little straighter and stepped just inside her personal space with a tilt of his head.
"That would be...ideal. Were you pouring, this time?"
He was still teasing, but testing, too--whether there was conflict between their functions, what she might want to know. Playing the angles: he was a creature of straight lines, but he'd learned that others often were not.
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Motioning for two drinks, she moved back to the couch, gesturing for Clu to join her if he wished. "What have you been doing with yourself?" It was a more direct question than she was used to, but there was an underlying tease that would him to view it as playful, if he wished.
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Bartending routines bustled to complete her order, and he tracked them without really seeing them or taking notice--trace programming, consequence of being a monitor ( ... )
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It had been fulfilling until she had met the bad end. But no matter. Things had changed. Restarted.
Refraining from rolling her eyes yet again at how he spread out on the couch as if he owned the place (again, perhaps it was coded within him to act like this. She had seen Flynn occasionally make the same gestures), she looked over at him, raising a slender eyebrow.
"And how have I surprised you? Both instances, if you please." She shifted her body to face him more, waiting for his explanation.
[ooc: it's fine!]
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Something he was still struggling to do. For so many cycles, he'd put so much energy, such focus, into that single goal--perfection--and it was still beyond him ( ... )
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When he mentioned Zues, she put up a finger, stopping him. "Zues controlled me as much as he could, as well. He was the one that allowed me to be... re-purposed." She would be honest; deception was easy for her, but Gem did not see the need to be so at the moment. "But yes, I chose a different angle."
Raising an eyebrow slightly at his amused state, Gem shifted forward, pressing into his personal space. "Unique? But I thought you detested that."
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