[ Be irritated all you want, Rinzler, Ichigo isn't a mind reader. Plus, he couldn't help the feeling of victory in getting this very prickly program to communicate at all right now. ]
Cool. I don't have a camera on me, but we'll add it to the list of games, and movies and stuff.
[ Using one hand to point at the soap, he presses on, however. ]
You've never seen soap before? Um...huh. Okay, well it's used to clean your- er...I mean humans, and I guess anybody with skin, and stuff? Like, I use it to clean up every day.
I'm not actually sure if you would want to use it, though. Anyway, it's all part of the movie reference for Fight Club, and it's a way to pass messages without using the PORTALS, and it'll dissolve in water if you need it to.
[ Frowning to himself, Ichigo was seeing that in hindsight it probably wasn't the best reference to use with Rinzler. He didn't exactly know how well showing the program Fight Club - the movie - would go over. He'd figure it out later. ]
And as far as something you tried before, well...now you know. That way doesn't always work.
Me? I keep pictures, and things that remind me of people. Or good times. Or anything really. Just stuff that means something to me, I guess.
[action]notglitchingNovember 23 2011, 09:46:23 UTC
[Rinzler's calmed a good bit since Ichigo's entrance. Whether that's a result of the topics of discussion or simply having any kind of distraction from recent (or not-so-recent) events... is debatable. Either way, the irritation he's currently expressing differs substantially from the rigid fury he'd been lurking with before.
He listens through the explanation, faint skepticism in the set of his shoulders, the angle of the mask. He doubted this object had a function he could use. The program catches Ichigo's frown, though his assumption of the topic is somewhat different.]
Low probability of unobserved communication. Or transit.
[The surveillance network was extensive. Even if the data never entered visible range outside a Place of Solace, the sysadmins would notice the group movement towards the arena. Though the program's halfway shrug as he looked back to Ichigo indicated-accurately-that he didn't seem to care.
A hand tightens on the panel at the referenced ineffectiveness. It wasn't a "way" that had failed. It was his nature. His disks. He'd-(the helmet dips)-he'd been-
Redirect-
Tension, then the stillness breaks, mask raising back to Ichigo.]
Your method: effective? [Because from what he couldn't help remembering, Ichigo hadn't seemed much more aware of things than he'd been.]
[ Yes, there was a risk to meeting at all. But in this place, playing by the rules is what destroyed your memories with a quickness. Ichigo never had been, and never would play by any rules he deemed unjust. Still, Rinzler's statement is taken with no more than a scowl, and a shrug; no he really didn't care. ]
Keeping stuff around to remember by helped before. I didn't remember why it was there until later, but that "light cycle" stick-thing made me, even as a little kid, able to recognize you.
[ There's degrees of memory after all. And Ichigo did retain himself even when the rest of the city was fed ten years worth of fabricated history.
It's almost sad how many people proposed to significant others that week. How many were blissfully happy in their ignorance...and how chilling the entire affair had been after the fact. Somehow regressing a few years, and skipping over a lot of memories in that time didn't seem to compare. ]
[action]notglitchingNovember 23 2011, 10:15:00 UTC
[Rinzler's gaze drops, fist clenching at his side, circuitry a dim orange burn. He remembers. And he shouldn't, and he doesn't know-doesn't understand. Redirect tangles itself to useless snarls, control and automation utterly unable to block of the days and days of difference. Change.
Or what it meant.
This is the first such alteration the program remembers. But Rinzler has a hard time imagining anything more distinct, any flip more nauseatingly wrong.
[ It didn't take a mindreader to figure out that Rinzler was obviously wrestling with something very serious. Something he, also very obviously, neither wanted, nor seemed to know how to communicate.
Ichigo nodded to himself, taking his hands out of his pockets. ]
Well. I told you I'd go as soon as I said what I wanted to say.
[ And turning to walk towards the closest solid, if impossibly sheer, wall, Ichigo paused, turning only his head a little to speak over his shoulder. ]
You know the one thing that really, really helps me remember what's important is a lot easier to explain than pictures, or seashells, or 'lightcycles'.
[ Glancing up to level a look at the opaque mask; ]
It's the people who need help. The people who've come here, helped me, and then found the way out themselves.
[action]notglitchingNovember 23 2011, 13:47:06 UTC
[The black mask tips, motion just slightly jerky, to follow Ichigo as the user turns toward the wall. Rinzler glances up, glances back. He'd offer easier exit. But Ichigo seems focused enough on his own method. And Rinzler's frankly curious to see how the other plans to traverse the high, sloped, and more than vertical angle from wall to the central shaft he'd dropped through.
But Ichigo's not done. And Rinzler listens through the rest, sound ticking out uncertainly. Unsteadily. He catches the look-recognizes it. It's a challenge. But not for battle. Not for any kind of fight Rinzler knows, anything he was designed to do or be. It would be easier to say it's not for him. Invalid input, no match found.
But that's a lie, too.
The helmet lowers. Dips in a nod. Acknowledgement. Thanks. His noise breaks, lags, an edge of different sound catching quiet in his throat before the edged rattle of conflict bubbles back up to fill the gap. Rinzler doesn't know what to say, how to say it, what to think or be or struggle to keep.
[ Don't start thanking him, yet, Rinzler. You've yet to be subjected to his concept of a game night, his taste in movies, music, and the ever-problematic concept of food. In this case? Junk food.
But, Ichigo has spoken his peace, and isn't going to hang around, making the both of them more uncomfortable than necessary. Rinzler has plenty to think about, but with a little luck he wouldn't start sliding backwards into the automated response of "fight, or die" toward everything, and everyone. ]
Game night. Don't forget, okay?
[ And now backing up several paces to take that sheer wall with a running start. Technically, Ichigo is using reishi instinctively to create footing for himself, and with the more than vertical incline to deal with that ambient pressure in the air does intensify around him. A quick sprint up the vertical incline, and just as he's starting to tip backwards to much, pushing off. It's another long leap from the wall to the geometric opening to the shaft, and Ichigo almost missed catching the lower edge to rebound off of. Moving fast, it's possible to keep glancing supports of reishi, and thus defy physics by leaping off one impossibly smooth side of the shaft to the opposite one, and so rebound his way alll the way up...
...And very nearly miss the edge of the opening at the top. Fingers clinging onto said edge keep Ichigo from falling all the way back down to the beginning again, but he's obviously kicking, and struggling his way up, over the ledge for a minute. Ugh. That sucked. And the prospect of having to run along more of that electrical wire forcefield stuff wasn't pleasant, either. Crouching down on the edge of the Areana floor, Ichigo opts to yell down at Rinzler. ]
Oi! You're not going to make me go out the way I came in, right?
[action]notglitchingNovember 23 2011, 19:22:10 UTC
[Rinzler's... staring. Definitely staring. He hasn't seen that before.
...
He couldn't do that.
Well, as far as breaking Rinzler from his automated patterns goes, good job, Ichigo. For the moment? Completely distracted.
After a moment of lag, the program twitches back into motion, helmet turning slightly to the side, returning to focus on the user above. Technically, it would've been easier to indicate an exit from the lower level-transport in the combat zone was usually managed by the floating platforms; no ground exit from the central space had been needed. Rinzler's tempted to just toss a baton up-but Ichigo hasn't used the lightjet function yet.
Rinzler opts instead to put a hand back on the access panel, dismissing the text display in favor of more direct connection. Brief focus, concentrated effort through the link-and there's a flicker of light above. A minute shift of power distribution, and lines of energy in the lowest tier of stands flare bright white-highlighting an open passage leading back into the structure. The glow stabilizes, though still distinctly brighter than the surrounding area, and Rinzler pulls back from the interface.
The route should be lit clearly enough the rest of the way. With the quarantine field inactive.]
[ Some time you'll have to teach him about that particular function, Rinzler. Then sit back, and watch the havoc he causes with his first attempts at learning how to drive.
Of course, once he catches sight of the newly made doorway, Ichigo just waves back down at the somewhat-less-prickly-now program, and heads out. ]
Thanks!
[ Hey, at least his goal of saying what he wanted to say ended on a more positive note than expected?
...Now let's see how long that positive note will hold out. ]
Cool. I don't have a camera on me, but we'll add it to the list of games, and movies and stuff.
[ Using one hand to point at the soap, he presses on, however. ]
You've never seen soap before? Um...huh. Okay, well it's used to clean your- er...I mean humans, and I guess anybody with skin, and stuff? Like, I use it to clean up every day.
I'm not actually sure if you would want to use it, though. Anyway, it's all part of the movie reference for Fight Club, and it's a way to pass messages without using the PORTALS, and it'll dissolve in water if you need it to.
[ Frowning to himself, Ichigo was seeing that in hindsight it probably wasn't the best reference to use with Rinzler. He didn't exactly know how well showing the program Fight Club - the movie - would go over. He'd figure it out later. ]
And as far as something you tried before, well...now you know. That way doesn't always work.
Me? I keep pictures, and things that remind me of people. Or good times. Or anything really. Just stuff that means something to me, I guess.
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He listens through the explanation, faint skepticism in the set of his shoulders, the angle of the mask. He doubted this object had a function he could use. The program catches Ichigo's frown, though his assumption of the topic is somewhat different.]
Low probability of unobserved communication. Or transit.
[The surveillance network was extensive. Even if the data never entered visible range outside a Place of Solace, the sysadmins would notice the group movement towards the arena. Though the program's halfway shrug as he looked back to Ichigo indicated-accurately-that he didn't seem to care.
A hand tightens on the panel at the referenced ineffectiveness. It wasn't a "way" that had failed. It was his nature. His disks. He'd-(the helmet dips)-he'd been-
Redirect-
Tension, then the stillness breaks, mask raising back to Ichigo.]
Your method: effective? [Because from what he couldn't help remembering, Ichigo hadn't seemed much more aware of things than he'd been.]
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Still, Rinzler's statement is taken with no more than a scowl, and a shrug; no he really didn't care. ]
Keeping stuff around to remember by helped before. I didn't remember why it was there until later, but that "light cycle" stick-thing made me, even as a little kid, able to recognize you.
[ There's degrees of memory after all. And Ichigo did retain himself even when the rest of the city was fed ten years worth of fabricated history.
It's almost sad how many people proposed to significant others that week. How many were blissfully happy in their ignorance...and how chilling the entire affair had been after the fact. Somehow regressing a few years, and skipping over a lot of memories in that time didn't seem to compare. ]
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Or what it meant.
This is the first such alteration the program remembers. But Rinzler has a hard time imagining anything more distinct, any flip more nauseatingly wrong.
...
He-Tron (ERROR-)
He had hated Rinzler.]
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Ichigo nodded to himself, taking his hands out of his pockets. ]
Well. I told you I'd go as soon as I said what I wanted to say.
[ And turning to walk towards the closest solid, if impossibly sheer, wall, Ichigo paused, turning only his head a little to speak over his shoulder. ]
You know the one thing that really, really helps me remember what's important is a lot easier to explain than pictures, or seashells, or 'lightcycles'.
[ Glancing up to level a look at the opaque mask; ]
It's the people who need help. The people who've come here, helped me, and then found the way out themselves.
...It's my nakama - my friends.
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But Ichigo's not done. And Rinzler listens through the rest, sound ticking out uncertainly. Unsteadily. He catches the look-recognizes it. It's a challenge. But not for battle. Not for any kind of fight Rinzler knows, anything he was designed to do or be. It would be easier to say it's not for him. Invalid input, no match found.
But that's a lie, too.
The helmet lowers. Dips in a nod. Acknowledgement. Thanks. His noise breaks, lags, an edge of different sound catching quiet in his throat before the edged rattle of conflict bubbles back up to fill the gap. Rinzler doesn't know what to say, how to say it, what to think or be or struggle to keep.
But he'll try.
He doesn't want to forget any more.]
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But, Ichigo has spoken his peace, and isn't going to hang around, making the both of them more uncomfortable than necessary. Rinzler has plenty to think about, but with a little luck he wouldn't start sliding backwards into the automated response of "fight, or die" toward everything, and everyone. ]
Game night. Don't forget, okay?
[ And now backing up several paces to take that sheer wall with a running start. Technically, Ichigo is using reishi instinctively to create footing for himself, and with the more than vertical incline to deal with that ambient pressure in the air does intensify around him. A quick sprint up the vertical incline, and just as he's starting to tip backwards to much, pushing off. It's another long leap from the wall to the geometric opening to the shaft, and Ichigo almost missed catching the lower edge to rebound off of.
Moving fast, it's possible to keep glancing supports of reishi, and thus defy physics by leaping off one impossibly smooth side of the shaft to the opposite one, and so rebound his way alll the way up...
...And very nearly miss the edge of the opening at the top. Fingers clinging onto said edge keep Ichigo from falling all the way back down to the beginning again, but he's obviously kicking, and struggling his way up, over the ledge for a minute.
Ugh. That sucked. And the prospect of having to run along more of that electrical wire forcefield stuff wasn't pleasant, either. Crouching down on the edge of the Areana floor, Ichigo opts to yell down at Rinzler. ]
Oi! You're not going to make me go out the way I came in, right?
[ ...Right? ]
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...
He couldn't do that.
Well, as far as breaking Rinzler from his automated patterns goes, good job, Ichigo. For the moment? Completely distracted.
After a moment of lag, the program twitches back into motion, helmet turning slightly to the side, returning to focus on the user above. Technically, it would've been easier to indicate an exit from the lower level-transport in the combat zone was usually managed by the floating platforms; no ground exit from the central space had been needed. Rinzler's tempted to just toss a baton up-but Ichigo hasn't used the lightjet function yet.
Rinzler opts instead to put a hand back on the access panel, dismissing the text display in favor of more direct connection. Brief focus, concentrated effort through the link-and there's a flicker of light above. A minute shift of power distribution, and lines of energy in the lowest tier of stands flare bright white-highlighting an open passage leading back into the structure. The glow stabilizes, though still distinctly brighter than the surrounding area, and Rinzler pulls back from the interface.
The route should be lit clearly enough the rest of the way. With the quarantine field inactive.]
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Of course, once he catches sight of the newly made doorway, Ichigo just waves back down at the somewhat-less-prickly-now program, and heads out. ]
Thanks!
[ Hey, at least his goal of saying what he wanted to say ended on a more positive note than expected?
...Now let's see how long that positive note will hold out. ]
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