"troubled times, caught between confusions and pain"

[notglitching]

Who: Tronzler Rinzler and you.
What: Glitchy sometimes-blue program going around being crazy and/or helpful.
Where: All over.
When: "Friendly Reminder" days 2 onwards. 2-3 preferred unless plotted otherwise. Specify in your tag?
Warnings: Rinzler. (...mindrape, mental/physical trauma, violence, blood (not his), general CRAZY.)

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[ultimarecipe]

And Sora's surprised, honestly surprised when Rinzler does that. He moves so quickly, it reminds him of someone--but the glitches, the stiff movements--it uickly makes him forget who it is. He wants nothing more than to help Rinzler but he knows the other isn't going to let him at this point. Not when they've fought so much, and not when Sora's said some things he probably should regret (and he doesn't, because he's rash, because he's Sora and doesn't really apologize for a lot of things).

He knows the stance the other's giving to him, too. His head, jerking back.

And Sora frowns. He watches as the swarm starts closing in and he knows--he knows he can't leave John by himself, but what about Rinzler?

He doesn't look like he should be fighting... but he wants to. Truth be told? Sora knows that feeling. He doesn't want to dictate what he should do, so he breathes in and finally started to step backwards.

"When me and John are done clearing this place out, I'm dragging you to the clinic, or the mansion, or somewhere! I'm not leaving you out here by yourself!"

Where he is, he casts a Firaga spell, burning most of of the swarm, making it easier on Rinzler by giving them previous damage to deal with.

[notglitching]

The user's stepping back. Leaving.

Good. That much, at least, is normal is right he knows what to do with.

Rinzler's arm flashes up to snatch his second disk from the air on rebound and the program pulls back, ready to launch the weapons again-when the user makes a promise (lie) that causes the mask to snap back, staring. Oh no. Rinzler shakes his head. He's had more than enough of users in this place trying to drag him where they thought he'd be safe or out of the way or... whatever that had been. He's not so badly damaged (mostly) and he's not letting that happen, and-is this user throwing fire at him? Again?

The program ducks, motions jerky, half-steady-and stares in bemusement as the flaming arc goes shooting past, well to the side, burying itself in the heart of the swarm to leave the enemies twitching, half-derezzed already. Rinzler pauses, helmet fixed back in a stare. The same as the blue user.

They make no sense.

He jerks back around, flings a disk forward to tear apart a crawling form before jumping forward, other disk stabbing down to bisect one of the oversized gridbugs still working to return to its feet. There are more, most damaged, but some not, buzzing down around walls and corners to scissor in with mouthparts and hooked claws. The program ducks, twists, disks a flashing blur of light as be blocks, deflects, cuts apart with as much speed and precision as he can manage, now. The user's going. That's what matters. That's something he can-

(fight for)