The Game Has Changed

[namedforthesky]

Who: namedforthesky, repurfection and various NPCs
Where: Space Paranoids
When: Post-KH2
Warnings: None right now

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[repurfection]

Many cycles had gone by since anyone by the name of Tron had walked the city streets alongside the creator and the new administrative program--why hadn't they learned their lesson after the MCP was beyond the mute--but a new program took his place. Well, maybe not new, but still... The implications were rather large and the toll was a steep one at that

[namedforthesky]

She skids to a halt. What the--!?

That trail is dangerous. She knows that much from her own turn on the Light Cycle game. But that doesn't keep her from glaring at the other. In seconds, sensing the danger of the situation, she summons her Keyblade. It's changed with the world this time, black and pale, glowing blue--nearly white. She's already in a fighting stance, preparing to fight her way through.

"Where's Tron!?" she demands, wanting to clear this up without any more violence. ...Like that will happen.

[repurfection]

The lightcycle disappears in a series of red-orange lights as he places the stick back together and reattaches it to his leg. That key...

He shakes it off, reaching behind his back and showing off the one moniker that stayed with him since before he could ever recall. Rinzler pulls off the identity disk from his back and separates it into two before shifting into a fighting stance of his own. The disks roar to life; bright orange. A pity he cannot remember-

The program only growls; it cannot answer, only follow orders.

[namedforthesky]

No answer. At least it put away the cycle. That's good. Still...

"I don't want to hurt you. Listen, if you just take me to Tron, we can clear this up. I'm a friend of his," she pleads, trying to stop a fight from happening. She could likely wipe the floor with him, if he's anything like the guys she just fought. But something tells her, as she looks at those discs, that he's not anything like them.