❝ help i'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer. ❞
Who: isomorphology, notglitching, and YOU!
What: Quorra is on the run from Rinzler, and she's left her PORTAL behind so no one knows where she is at. Unless she bumps into them.
Where: All over Promenade. Just tell us where you are.
When: 9/6+ (DAY or NIGHT - you pick!)
Warnings: TRON: Legacy spoilers if you haven't seen the movie! Possible out breaks of fights? Will ( Read more... )
What: Quorra is on the run from Rinzler, and she's left her PORTAL behind so no one knows where she is at. Unless she bumps into them.
Where: All over Promenade. Just tell us where you are.
When: 9/6+ (DAY or NIGHT - you pick!)
Warnings: TRON: Legacy spoilers if you haven't seen the movie! Possible out breaks of fights? Will ( Read more... )
That's all he has time to process. Rinzler had been ready to evade her attacks, clear the area entirely if need be. But he hadn't calculated for this.
His planned followthrough to the smaller user is aborted as the light builds- he steps back, only to have her vanish, suddenly there. He'd be glad for this-he'd wanted to close, she had seemed weaker up close. But she's not weak now. The blade swings in-hard, fast, vicious. He angles his disk, deflects the attack, but she strikes again. Swift slashes, forceful, enough to drive him back as he parries, ducks, just barely avoids the strike. He tries to lash out, but she vanishes again-reappears to the side. The miss sets him off-balance, and he struggles to rise, turn-
'Freeze.'
Cold. It's not something he's felt often, but the word fits. There's whiteness, blinding, covering his mask-he can feel the sharp chill seeping through to his outer code. He steps back, panic rising (can't see), aural sensors detecting a displacement of air. Diagnostics flash-sensors are functioning. Just... obscured.
He needs to move.
Rinzler steps back, tucks into a roll (gain distance) to increase targeting difficulty. His disks meld in his left hand as he comes up, right reaching to scrub away the white coldness obscuring his vision. It helps some. But not enough, not quick enough.
The program falls back to old data, seizing on what he'd seen from his lightjet survey to fix the layout of the streets in the front of his processing. He runs off memory-runs up a wall, grips a balcony to flip upward, leaps for the roof and pulls himself over. He ducks low, into another roll (out of sight), braces himself in an alcove as he curls in, listening for threat, scraping furiously at the obstruction blocking sight, slowing his processing with a dull freezing lag.]
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he's taken worse! He can take this. ... he still wobbles because ugh, his chest... but the display Aqua shows after calling his name is nothing short of incredible, and it does sort of numb him to his own pain. whoah.
moving that fast? he could never manage it, no way. but Aqua was doing it with ease. he wishes he could just cure himself, but his magic isn't replenishing fast enough. and there's no way he can get in between them and land his own hit, Aqua's going too fast--so he feels a little sheepish when she does pull back, and when Rinzler darts away. with his chest healed, he winces, looking at his torn shirt. now there's two scars... ]
Should we go after him?
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Aqua's a little sorry about that, but she couldn't help it... she just snapped. It's one of her faults--being overprotective, she'll admit it. Maybe over time the Master will stop seeing him as the little boy she once met.]
...No. Hopefully we held him up long enough for Quorra to get some distance. [She turns to Sora, dismissing her Keyblade and armor to show all the magical ash covering her face and the sliced sleeve. How she hadn't gotten mad before, no one will know...]
Are you alright?
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It's gone. Vision restored. Rinzler hesitates-then moves out in a burst of speed, sensors flaring out as he stares around, weapons splitting as he looks for his attackers.
...No pursuit.
His noise whirs out across the empty rooftop, head tilting in confusion as the program turns, moves slowly to retrace his path. And there. Below, where he'd first disengaged. They're both standing. Talking. The small one stands more easily than he should, and Rinzler's gaze flicks to the female. She's there, unhurt-but seems more tired than before. Repair utility. A skilled one. Can she repair herself?
Her armor's down, weapon hidden from sight. He doesn't doubt she can retrieve it, but she's vulnerable now. He's concealed-but they're not even looking. They thought he was done. He could strike. A disk to her back-or head-and she'd be out of the fight. Easy enough while she's facing away-a certain derezz if he waits for the small one to turn as well. The other's no true threat alone. Rinzler could finish it.
The program's sound ticks out softly, unending click and grind of conflicting code. He runs the calculations. Plots the vectors. Functions tense with power, readiness, vicious anticipation.
Then his hands clench, head bows, and he turns, walks away, disks melding in his grip as the white edge goes dark.
...
Orders first.
Command, directives. Clu. These aren't the admin's targets. Rinzler could find them later, destroy them both for their overconfidence.
(There's no reason why he wouldn't.) ]
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[ he gives her a firm nod. he won't admit that it was scary, just for his pride. ]
What was that--you just did?
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Oh, that-? It's called Ghost Drive; a command style I came up with that helps me to become faster by teleporting to different places on the battlefield.
[The wheels are already turning...if that look is anything to go by.]
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[ he finally catches that Rinzler is well and truly away and pulls his jacket over his shirt. he liked that shirt. ]
We should probably go see if someone else saw Quorra, or try to get a message to her.
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[She gives a faint smile, nodding. So much knowledge seemed to be lost in the time gap...]
Let's see what we can do, then.
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