A shadow met a shadow [active/closed]
Character(s): Rinzler and Vanitas
Content: A troll and a ninja cross paths
Setting: The ruins of Zanarkand
Time: Early afternoon, week 31
Warnings: Violence
Now that he'd finally figured out the general trick to surviving in this strange User world, Rinzler had come to several conclusions. First, that most Users of this city (you did still call it a city, right?) were scarcely any better then very basic programs. They certainly didn't have very many processes, that was for sure. The more colorful ones were of more interest, but even then they had a maddening tendency to force him to resort to speech more often than he cared for. He wasn't meant to speak. He was meant to be the silent menace. A threat that cared little for those who were in the way. Besides, he'd never had any problem with people understanding him before. Why did it have to be any different now?
That alone would have been bad enough, but on top of that the various sectors of the city were either poorly designed or badly laid out. The main sector was decent enough. But to juncture to the next in the middle of a building? Who had processed that order? Or take the sector he was in now. It had all gone to ruins. Lost and forgotten, and not even he could process when they'd last seen any sort of life.
Still, what little life there did seem to be didn't seem to pose that much of threat and he did have to admit that the place was much nicer then the primary sector. It was much more open, and even if wasn't the cloud-darkened sky of the Grid it was at least something. Closer, but not home, and he rumbled softly to himself as he continued to make his way through the ruins of the city. Maybe he'd even find an answer.
Content: A troll and a ninja cross paths
Setting: The ruins of Zanarkand
Time: Early afternoon, week 31
Warnings: Violence
Now that he'd finally figured out the general trick to surviving in this strange User world, Rinzler had come to several conclusions. First, that most Users of this city (you did still call it a city, right?) were scarcely any better then very basic programs. They certainly didn't have very many processes, that was for sure. The more colorful ones were of more interest, but even then they had a maddening tendency to force him to resort to speech more often than he cared for. He wasn't meant to speak. He was meant to be the silent menace. A threat that cared little for those who were in the way. Besides, he'd never had any problem with people understanding him before. Why did it have to be any different now?
That alone would have been bad enough, but on top of that the various sectors of the city were either poorly designed or badly laid out. The main sector was decent enough. But to juncture to the next in the middle of a building? Who had processed that order? Or take the sector he was in now. It had all gone to ruins. Lost and forgotten, and not even he could process when they'd last seen any sort of life.
Still, what little life there did seem to be didn't seem to pose that much of threat and he did have to admit that the place was much nicer then the primary sector. It was much more open, and even if wasn't the cloud-darkened sky of the Grid it was at least something. Closer, but not home, and he rumbled softly to himself as he continued to make his way through the ruins of the city. Maybe he'd even find an answer.