[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. ]
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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