And your mind is moving slow [active/open]
Character(s): Rinzler, Sora, anyone one else who happens upon them.
Content: Rinzler doesn't understand the basic concepts of the User world. Sora helps.
Setting: Near Central Station
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings: None
It had been barely any time as he counted things and already Rinzler was beginning to think that this world (if world it truly was) was nothing less then inconvenient. He knew that Users had to require some manner of sustenance. He knew, or rather, expected that their world had to have some way for them to input that same sustenance. He even knew the general catch-all term for it, though he wasn't sure when in his many cycles he'd even heard the term. But that was where his knowledge ran out. Where or how this energy source could be found, he hadn't a single clue. He didn't even know if would sustain him.
But, and he was loath to admit it, anything would be better than this. He was already starting to feel the first effects of no longer having enough energy to run at optimal speed and the few lights present on his outfit had long since dimmed to a sullen glow as opposed to the bright contrast they were supposed to be. He had absolutely no interest in finding himself entering emergency shutdown and that meant that time was of the essence here.
But that in turn begged the question. How did he find something he didn't recognize with what little time he had left. It was a question he couldn't answer as he picked his way through the crowd with a gait that could only be called halfway between a (fairly slow) skulk and a stumble.
Content: Rinzler doesn't understand the basic concepts of the User world. Sora helps.
Setting: Near Central Station
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings: None
It had been barely any time as he counted things and already Rinzler was beginning to think that this world (if world it truly was) was nothing less then inconvenient. He knew that Users had to require some manner of sustenance. He knew, or rather, expected that their world had to have some way for them to input that same sustenance. He even knew the general catch-all term for it, though he wasn't sure when in his many cycles he'd even heard the term. But that was where his knowledge ran out. Where or how this energy source could be found, he hadn't a single clue. He didn't even know if would sustain him.
But, and he was loath to admit it, anything would be better than this. He was already starting to feel the first effects of no longer having enough energy to run at optimal speed and the few lights present on his outfit had long since dimmed to a sullen glow as opposed to the bright contrast they were supposed to be. He had absolutely no interest in finding himself entering emergency shutdown and that meant that time was of the essence here.
But that in turn begged the question. How did he find something he didn't recognize with what little time he had left. It was a question he couldn't answer as he picked his way through the crowd with a gait that could only be called halfway between a (fairly slow) skulk and a stumble.