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[renegade_enzo]

Here's a face that hasn't been in the bar that much lately.

Matrix is sitting in a booth, his feet kicked up on the table. On the table itself, the components to his weapon, Gun (which looks like a cross between a massive pistol and an SMG) are layed out as the large green sprite checks each piece over and starts cleaning them.

He seems...oddly

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[truequest]

There's a pair of red eyes looking down at him from a beam in the rafters.

Sheik is draped rather lazily over one of the beams as she takes a moment to relax.

She narrows her eyes curiously at the odd weapon.

[renegade_enzo]

Matrix...is still cleaning his weapon.

He's kinda too distracted to notice someone up in the rafters. His gun is rather interesting, after all.

[truequest]

Okay...curiosity has gotten the best of her. She grins, "Pardon the intrusion, but...is that a new weapon?" she tilts her head to the side as she peers down at the gun. "I don't believe I've seen one like it."

She always liked interesting weapons...

[renegade_enzo]

Matrix looks up at that. He looks around for a moment before spotting Sheik in the rafters.

He blinks slightly before speaking.

"...New? I've had this for hou...er, years. It isn't new."

[truequest]

"Hmm..." she murmurs before slipping sidelong off the beam and falling a few feet before disappearing and reappearing sitting opposite of him in the booth, her heels propped up on the table, mimicking him.

"I suppose I've just never seen one of...those." she says, scrunching her eyes. "I'm Sheik." her eyes crinkle as she smiles from behind her muffler.

[renegade_enzo]

He blinks again at the sudden relocation.

"Uh...what, your world doesn't have guns?"

Poor, deprived Sheik.

"...Matrix."

[truequest]

She shakes her head. "I don't believe so." she nods to the pieces he was in the process of cleaning. "You are a fighter then, I assume?"

"It is very nice to meet you, Matrix." she nods respectfully, then leans back in the booth.

[renegade_enzo]

He chuckles. "Yeah, you could say that."

He starts to reassemble Gun, since he's finished inspecting the parts.

[truequest]

She grins and pulls down her muffler. He seemed nice enough...if much bigger than she was...

She watches him click the parts back together, fascinated. "What is it used for?" she murmurs.

[renegade_enzo]

Gun is reassembled fairly quickly. Matrix knows the weapon like the back of his hand.

He spins the gun on his finger for a moment.

"It's for shootin' stuff."

[truequest]

"Ah." Shooting stuff she gets.

"Where are you from, sir?" she turns her attention to the odd tint of his skin.

[renegade_enzo]

Matrix gives her a curious look. Well, if she didn't know about guns, there was no way she'd know about computers. But he figures he should ask anyway.

"You know anything about computers?"

[truequest]

She shakes her head. "Not really."

[renegade_enzo]

Matrix sighs. Of course.

"Okay, so...a computer is a machine, about..."

He holds up his hands to show the size of a computer tower.

"...this big. Most of the people around here...who we call Users...use computers to do complicated tasks. Sprites like me, though, we live inside the computers. Somehow when we come here, we get big enough to interact with Users on their level."

He gives her a curious look.

"That make sense?"

[truequest]

She nods her head affirmatively. Not really...but she's willing to take some things on faith.

"So you are usually rather small?" she scrunches her face. Somehow she found that hard to believe.

She shifts slightly and slides her heels off the table. Reclining was nice, but having one's scabbards digging into your back was not.

[renegade_enzo]

Matrix shrugs.

"We think. If our cities can fit in machines like that and Users can't see us, then yeah, probably."