Conflict://005 - Day: [Video]

[notglitching]

[PRIVATE to: Aqua, Snape, Death, Terra, Knock Out... and anyone else who
(a) has interacted with Rinzler over the network, and
(b) Has indicated (publicly) that they still have their memories.]

[Tron's standing at the center of the feed, eyes fixed towards the viewers. His expression's more or less even. Circuitry solid blue-white-a contrast

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[voice]

[auto_enthusiast]

[Well well. Looks likes someone's realized something is awry~. It's a shame, really, that Knock Out doesn't have that much concrete information to potentially share, but it's not going to stop him from responding.]

Hm, about the rather, ah, violent program who shares your network signature, I presume?

[video]

[notglitching]

[Tron's attention fixes on the other-the mech. Decepticon. He's gone through enough of his-Rinzler's-his communications to have an idea of the less than positive interactions between them.

Right now, he could care less.]

Yes.

This... effect. On the users-that's me. Isn't it. [Not really a question.]

[voice]

[auto_enthusiast]

[He shrugs, to very little effect since this is a voice transmission on his end.]

I'd not wanted to make any assumptions, but... [He trails off, then makes a thoughtful noise.] Given the plague current plague of, ah, temporal regressions, it does seem a likely possibility.

[Which is totally fascinating, and it burns that he doesn't know nearly enough about programs to being even attempt to resolve this very stark dichotomy here.]

[video]

[notglitching]

[They're well past assumptions now, at least as far as Tron's concerned.]

What do you know about me? ...Rinzler?

[voice]

[themshadows]

[...Weird. This person is familiar, though she's pretty sure he fought with her before.]

First, who are you? ...Or were, as it might be in this case.

[video]

[notglitching]

I...

[His gaze drops, comes back up.]

'Rinzler'. [He doesn't sound uncertain, but the word's still hesitant. Unfamiliar. He shakes his head, unhappiness clear across his face.]

From what I can tell.

[video]

[themshadows]

...Can't say I know much about you. [She has...vague guesses, but vague guesses are, well. Vague.] Other than I fought with Rinzler some months back.

[video]

[notglitching]

[...Of course she did. The grim edge to his tone doesn't change, but only because the picture he's getting can't get much worse at this point.]

Can you tell me what happened?

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[destinedwaters]

[....So her suspicions right-? It takes her a moment to respond, but when she does she does her best to encrypt the message.]

What would you like to know?

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[notglitching]

[Tron's locking all responses, but he sets this one aside on a separate encryption, boosting her efforts. He remembers this user. And from what little he's seen of "Rinzler"'s interactions, she should remember a great deal more of him.]

What... [He shakes his head slightly, an edge to his voice.]

What do you know? Who-who was I? [Was, will be, am. Parameters don't fit, terms don't apply. That can't have happened.]

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[destinedwaters]

[Her gaze falls for a brief moment. She remembers far too well running into a panicked Quorra that evening, acting as a sort of roadblock between the two alongside Sora.]

I hoped... that the similar circuitry was just a coincidence. [Aqua looks back up; she may not know most of the details, but she'd help any way that she could.] All I know is what Quorra told me before the "regression" began. She called you Rinzler.

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[notglitching]

[His jaw tightens, a hand flexing at his side as he glances down at the blue-white lines. His gaze settles back on the user, a flicker of emotion (disgust? anger?) cracking through before his expression levels out again.]

What did she say?

[More quietly,]

...What did I do to her?

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[darkened_earth]

[... he figured this would happen.] What would like to know?

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[notglitching]

[He meets the user's gaze.]

Whatever you can tell me.

[Tron doesn't look away, but the static strain to his voice fluctuates rough and harsh before he forces it back down.]

I don't-I...

I shouldn't be like that.

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[darkened_earth]

I can't say I know much. When I first saw you, you were badly hurt, and the lines on your suit were changing colors. [Pausing. Looking for the right words.]

... Your name isn't really 'Rinzler', is it? [And... orange. Orange lines instead of the blue that you've got. It's got to mean something.]

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[notglitching]

[The program shakes his head. It's a quick motion, more emphasis than should be needed.]

My name is Tron.

[Then the rest of the statement registers belatedly, and his gaze sharpens.]

Changing colors?

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[potterisatool]

[ His face was the perfect picture of impassiveness as he decided to acknowledge the video feed. ]

So someone did his research then. Well?

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[notglitching]

[Tron's trying. But the same can't quite be said for his own expression.

He opens his mouth, closes it. Shakes his head. There's little meaning to apologizing for something he doesn't remember. It's not like it will fix what Rinzler-what he seems to have done. To this user or... others.

Quorra said she was the last.]

You-were right. [Words jerky, uneven. He tries again.]

You said I fought you. Why? [Did he have a reason?]

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[potterisatool]

[ He gave the slightest of nods. Of course he was right. He remembered quite vividly, stuffed in this younger body or not. ]

You were chasing her. Relentlessly. She paused to rest next to my house and I offered her shelter. It was temporary as you quickly caught up.

She went out the back way.

I was not going to stand idly by.

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[notglitching]

[The program nods in return, a small, unsteady motion.]

You shouldn't have. [Stood by.

Tron's quiet for a moment, expression even. And if there are cracks in the stillness, a lingering tension in the set of his shoulders, the tightness of his jaw... it doesn't show in his tone. The words are calm.]

This effect. Will it last?