who ; Anon and Abraxas, together again
what ; Anon is the least happy about what Abraxas did to Nemvoy and would like to lodge a formal complaint.
where ; Abraxas’s theme park, Residential Zone 04
when ; Shortly after
this postwarning(s) ; n/a; will add as needed
He mentioned Jalen.
That’s what Convoy had told him, in those awful broken tones he could recall so well. Those tones that made every part of his coding roil.
Abraxas mentioned Jalen.
Which meant two things, as far as Anon could figure out. One, Abraxas had somehow figured out that Convoy had been the one that subdued Jalen when the ISO had been… other. And two, that Abraxas potentially hadn’t realized that it was Anon that had asked Convoy to subdue Jalen. He hadn’t been in any shape to go after the Arjian-turned-virus himself. He’d been too weak, his body too flimsy, with no weapons and no knowledge of how to use them even if he had them. And someone had to do something because so many more would have been in danger than normal.
He hadn’t been able to shoulder his burden, and now Convoy was infected.
This was all Anon’s fault.
It’s too late for him to help Convoy - and he couldn’t stop him directly, he’s certain of that - but Abraxas he can deal with. He will deal with. Which is why he’s in Zone 04, standing outside the amusement park that he assumes Abraxas still haunts. He draws his disc, holding it firmly in one hand.
“ABRAXAS!”