let's play a game
Who: notglitching and thebackside
What: Creeper program drops in to say hi. Less than openly, of course.
Where: Yuugi's Place of Solace-the Labyrinth of his Soul.
When: 9/29, daytime.
Warnings: To be determined?
Rinzler's helmet tilted faintly as he observed the door, corrupted rumble ticking out evenly. Some kind of dark grey metal, only dimly distinguishible from the surrounding stone. Warped faintly, with some sort of gold symbol at the center. An eye? The wall itself seemed to ripple with strange veins of energy. Scan readings were... imprecise at best.
But these were the coordinates he'd traced.
He'd spent most of the last week watching. Waiting. (Recovering.) His systems had normalized, for the most part, misalignment and conflict fading equally to regularity. Function. And if some things were still off, shifted... that didn't affect the goal he was here to further.
(destroy them)
Orange-lined hands clenched faintly before the mask jerked sideways, visuals refreshing, refocusing. The door. Its inhabitant. He'd gathered what data he could from a distance, and he didn't plan to rush to confrontation-not this time (yet). But he was done hiding, waiting. It was time to move.
A brief effort, and Rinzler's circuits darkened, noise quieting to silence as he blended with the shadows in the long alley. The program gave one glance up and down the area. No other entrance, no visible watchers or surveillance. If there were security inside, he didn't doubt he could handle it-quietly or otherwise. Rinzler was still a moment longer, background check running. Confirmed. His PORTAL was off, all power cut to the device.
Steps quiet, he passed through the doorway.
What: Creeper program drops in to say hi. Less than openly, of course.
Where: Yuugi's Place of Solace-the Labyrinth of his Soul.
When: 9/29, daytime.
Warnings: To be determined?
Rinzler's helmet tilted faintly as he observed the door, corrupted rumble ticking out evenly. Some kind of dark grey metal, only dimly distinguishible from the surrounding stone. Warped faintly, with some sort of gold symbol at the center. An eye? The wall itself seemed to ripple with strange veins of energy. Scan readings were... imprecise at best.
But these were the coordinates he'd traced.
He'd spent most of the last week watching. Waiting. (Recovering.) His systems had normalized, for the most part, misalignment and conflict fading equally to regularity. Function. And if some things were still off, shifted... that didn't affect the goal he was here to further.
(destroy them)
Orange-lined hands clenched faintly before the mask jerked sideways, visuals refreshing, refocusing. The door. Its inhabitant. He'd gathered what data he could from a distance, and he didn't plan to rush to confrontation-not this time (yet). But he was done hiding, waiting. It was time to move.
A brief effort, and Rinzler's circuits darkened, noise quieting to silence as he blended with the shadows in the long alley. The program gave one glance up and down the area. No other entrance, no visible watchers or surveillance. If there were security inside, he didn't doubt he could handle it-quietly or otherwise. Rinzler was still a moment longer, background check running. Confirmed. His PORTAL was off, all power cut to the device.
Steps quiet, he passed through the doorway.