"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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[destinedwaters]

The user was on the ground, somewhat imbedded in the concrete around her.

She was in shock for a brief moment, blinking until her vision returned, until she could see clearly what was going on. A blurred, black and somewhat glowing blob she figured to be Rinzler seemed to hesitate slightly-but why?-before he continued to stab at the head. She heard the crack of ice as well, which meant that her last spell had worked after all. The Master gave a faint smile, then immediately grimaced as she began to sit herself up. It's shaky at best, and now even more of her mask is gone, but her arms support her as she finally gets to her knees at least. Where was her Keyblade-?

Ah, there. Aqua held out her hand for it and it flashed back into her grasp just as the head dropped. Upon resummoning it, all she could manage was holding up the blade and casting Group Curaga. Green petals fell from seemingly nowhere, floating down around the enemies as the same glow surrounded the two of them-breathing became easier, thoughts clearer, and like with every kill, she reached out to see how the others were-

Aqua let out a gasp of both pain and shock, like someone had struck her with her own Thundaga Shot.

"Are you... alright?" Her mental voice seemed to be impaired by a sob. Not again... She could feel another presence so close to her flicker-another Heart so closely tied to her own begin to fade from existence. She sat there, fists grasping either Keyblade or a shard of her own armor that broke off-the white light of a star-shaped pendant hanging around her neck flickering on and off, dimming slightly each time.

[notglitching]

Rinzler was turning, searching, scanning, grip rigid and wary on his disk-there. The user. Blade in hand, light beginning to gather-he ducked, tensed, too close to avoid it, when-

That other user's armor had looked familiar.

For the second time in as many days, Rinzler felt the wholly inexplicable sensation of recompile not directed by his disks. Code flitted back into place, broken connections reattached, inactive circuitry relit as his damaged arm twitched, moved freely. Even his other injuries repaired somewhat-the punctures in his back filling in, the rough damage from the grasping hands shifting back into alignment. He wasn't completely fixed, but it was a vast improvement.

The blue user got all of an instant of utterly frozen stare before the helmet jerked aside, the program leaping back (out of range, out of reach). That was-what. Why would she-why? Her. He dropped into a crouch, newly-functional arm flashing downwards to dig through the rubble for his dropped disk. He gripped, jerked it free, and took another step back, helmet still locked on the user. She was-trying to repair him so she could reinjure. Or trying to balance the terms of the next Game? That made sense (not really). The program's weapons came up, focus tense on the threat as-

...That didn't sound hateful.

Rinzler's disks faltered, dimmed faintly in his grip as his stance shifted. It wasn't the words (users lie). It was the tone. Pain. Loss. (familiar.) His gaze caught on the fragmenting armor-circuitry?-dimming, flickering unsteadily. The program glanced down at his own unsteady glow, back up to the user. He nodded.

[destinedwaters]

Aqua only managed a faint smile at the uncertainty-the confusion and wariness caused by her actual assistance on a front that could be read as something other than a mutual threat. Maybe it was temporary insanity, or perhaps she empathized for a brief moment. Whatever the reasons, it was doubtful that she would voice them to someone who had tried to hurt her friends.

Yet she still had to at least offer that small act of kindness, try and show that not all users were so black and white.

"Good. I'm...glad." No matter how to the contrary it sounded with her current tone. She was hurting, but maybe, just maybe they could set aside their differences at least until this was over. "Keep fighting, okay? I can see you're strong, and even if you more than likely hate me..." -hate every user; she had no idea, so it was all guess work at this point. Her shoulders shook as she got to her feet, and there was a point that she realized she's needed elsewhere.

Aqua glanced at the unsteady glow in his circuitry, visibly worried for his state of being even more now. Maybe it had something to do with what Quorra shared about him, or maybe her heart was just taking the pain of loss and turning it into pity. Either way, she turned her back to him and broke into a sprint. "-See you when this is all over."

If things hadn't changed, she'd accept a rematch. Maybe this time it would include following the law of gravity.

[notglitching]

Rinzler stared after the user as she turned, ran. Not away, though, not if her words (thoughts) meant anything. To something, then. His hands clenched unsteadily, grip twisting on his disks. She was a threat-an enemy. He did hate her. And running, leaving-he could-

No.

The program stayed still, watching. She was gone soon enough. And there were other threats. More important.

(She didn't make sense.)

After a moment, Rinzler turned to walk away. 'Keep fighting'. He wasn't sure if this would end.

But he didn't doubt he'd see her again.