Comments | grid_lined: When I consider how my light is spent

blindedchampion in grid_lined

When I consider how my light is spent

Nov 14, 2011 02:30

Who: A New Tron
Where: Near the Sea of Simulation.
When: Now
What: Rerezzing on the shore, lost and more then a little panicked.
Warnings: Most likely G, though he's jumpy and may be prone to attack if he feels threatened.

( Ere half my days in this dark world and wide )

lora (chose_guardian), clu1 (tanks4thememory), anon (voiceless_anon), tron (blindedchampion), quorra (quorrious), yori (yorisearching)

Comments 30

chose_guardian November 14 2011, 09:45:10 UTC

It had taken a while for Lora to make her way out of the City and to the shore of the Sea. Several visits, in fact.

But after a few talks with Quorra, she had gotten curious.

Only she didn't make it to the sea, something in the way the program was moving catching her attention and making her deviate from her course and go find out more.

"Hey. You all right?"

Shower and then check emails and then OH SOB GLEE REPLY BEFORE BED! TTuTT blindedchampion November 14 2011, 10:02:51 UTC

The sound of footsteps was drowned out in the sound of the sea, and even the sense of [PRESENCE] was disrupted by the disorientation he felt. When the voice came, it was a shock, sent him reeling, spinning and lunging away as he slipped into a startled ready stance.

But then familiarity tingled in the back of his memory, unsteady and confused, yes, but still enough to make him pause, the rigid lines of his body frozen as he strained his auditory sensors.

"Who-...Who's there? Identify yourself, Program!" He hated the way his voice trembled when he spoke, fought to keep it steady. He couldn't show fear. He wouldn't let them see his weakness, even if they realized his great disadvantage.

LIKE MAGIC! chose_guardian November 14 2011, 20:37:24 UTC

"I'm not a program," she answered matter of factly, before coming closer yet.

"Tron? You're Tron, right? I'm still having a bit of trouble with the whole circuits color thing. My name is Lora, Lora Bradley, wife to Alan and the one who wrote Yori. Are you all right?"

Seriously, I'm addicted to you guys! \o/ blindedchampion November 15 2011, 05:44:46 UTC

He jerked in surprise, standing a fraction of a pixel straighter as behind the cracked, broken helmet his face fell into confusion. "Then who-...?"

And then realization hit him, harder then the lightjet crash over the Sea had been. He crumpled, dropping from the ready position into the kneel of the User-believers as the voice combined in his processor's-eye with memories of the old system and the beautiful, robed Companion he'd held so dear.

"I-I...I was...I...yes, yes, Lora Bradley. That is the name Alan-1 gave to me when he wrote me." He didn't know what else to say, questions rolling through his mind. If she was here, how long had he been adrift??? If she had come, it must have surely have meant that Kevin Flynn and Sam Flynn had escaped and brought her here. But why?

"I...I'm lost. What's brought you here, User? Am I...will I be punished for my deeds? Please...User...what color am I? Blue, or White, or-...?"

Thread 5

voiceless_anon November 14 2011, 22:09:12 UTC

Anon had been out checking Abraxas' trail, and had swung by the Sea on his way back. His workload was constant, now, and right now he needed a little time to cycle down to low priority. Sitting on a rock, he gazed out at the Sea, letting his processes slow.

There was a scraping sound, as if someone was walking over the sand. Anon opened eyes that he didn't remember closing, There was a familiar figure walking away from the Sea.

Tron.

He'd have heard an approaching lightcycle. Could this, then, be another new Tron?

Jumping off the rock and running forward, Anon set an intercept course.

[OOC: If your Tron can scan for recognition codes, Anon's is Monitor-SJ41989.]

\o/!!! blindedchampion November 14 2011, 23:16:36 UTC

The sound of bootsteps rushing over gravel made him stop short, spinning and holding his arms up in a defensive stance as he backed away, putting distance between himself and the diretion of the sound.

"Who's there? I can hear you, Program, identify yourself!"

[Awe, no, he can't. I think for him, it's a combination of circuit pattern and color and facial recognition that he stores in his memory banks. Not very useful when he's completely blind.]

The voiceless and the sightless, what a pair they make. voiceless_anon November 15 2011, 08:07:45 UTC

Anon slowed to a stop, facing Tron. This was definitely a new one - he didn't remember there being one with those blank, gray, dead-coded eyes before. And Tron could hear him? Conclusion: this Tron had no visual sense.

Ah. Identification was going to be tricky.

If Anon had known ASCII, that might have helped. As it was, he only knew numerical, which was not a great deal of use. He tried anyway, scrape-tapping the equivalent numbers into the beach sand with his foot, using taps for zeroes and scrapes for ones and pausing in between numbers.

00001-01110-01111-01110.

1-14-15-14.

A-N-O-N.

It's just so presh! <3 blindedchampion November 16 2011, 18:22:24 UTC

The sound startled him at first, made him freeze where he was as his head tilted fractionally to the side, listening to the bizarre scrape-tapping. But the pattern to it coalesced quickly into understanding, and his head lifted in surprise as his processor translated the binary into the language of the Users, shock no-doubt visible on his face. He remembered this Program, though he'd only known him a very short time, remembered greeting the voiceless new Monitor to the system before he'd been struck down by Clu on that fateful millicycle.

"Anon? How...Your energy signature was never located after Clu's first Rectifier was destroyed. I looked. Have you been out here this entire time?"

Thread 7

yorisearching November 14 2011, 23:35:28 UTC

Nothing had so far stopped Yori from making her regular trips out to the Sea, always hopeful in spite of herself.

She'd landed some distance away this time, making a slow sweep in search of evidence, since it had been some time since her last visit. The dark figure gave her pause for an instant, recent events leaving her more wary than ever, but the blue circuitry... "Tron," she breathed, throwing away caution to dash lightly toward him.

A newcomer, most likely, and moving too slowly to be quite well. Hers--maybe--probably not--Users, please?

blindedchampion November 15 2011, 00:55:16 UTC

He heard the sound of feet racing toward him and halted, spinning and lifting his hands in a defensive stance as he faced the closest direction he could guess the presence approached from. He knew he was weak, vulnerable with his helmet destroyed, but he knew he had to try.

"Stay back! I know you're there. Identify yourself!"

yorisearching November 15 2011, 01:37:32 UTC

Yori stumbled sharply to a halt. If Tron couldn't recognize her at this distance, something was very wrong. "I just want to help," she said, forcing her voice calm and lifting her arms. "Tron. It's all right."

The question of identity was tremendously complicated. "I'm--a friend." If he didn't know her, easier for them both if she could explain some part of the circumstances before names were named or memories searched. How badly had this Tron been hurt?

blindedchampion November 16 2011, 18:26:53 UTC

The sound of the voice took him by surprise, and he stumbled back. [ERROR] and [IDENTIFICATION INVALID: PROGRAM NOT AVAILABLE] flickered through his processor before he was able to silence them and regain his composure. The voice was unmistakably Yori's, but she had stayed behind on the Encom system all those cycles ago! Who then, was this? He did not remember another Program who had been written by LoraB-1.

"Who are you? What's your name?"

Thread 11

tanks4thememory November 15 2011, 02:11:20 UTC

Clu hadn't been down to the Sea in quite some time. Not since he'd first met the rerezzed Radia there. He'd missed the place, and its sense of being between. Now, after meeting a newly arrived version of the other Clu, one who had never betrayed Flynn, never fallen into tyranny and madness like all the others he'd heard of, he needed a quiet place to organize his processes. Ponder this new development, and what it meant for this Grid. The Free Grid, as he'd heard several calling it now; he found he liked that name ( ... )

blindedchampion November 18 2011, 11:12:50 UTC

He heard the footsteps before the voice came, stopping in his tracks and twisting to face the direction it seemed to come from and slipping into an easy defensive stance. Clu could very well have sent the Guard to find him. It could be anyone. Even the Resistance, who he didn't doubt would have very little love for him, after the things he'd done to their numbers ( ... )

tanks4thememory November 18 2011, 21:44:05 UTC

When the other slipped into a defensive stance, Clu held up his hands to show that he meant no harm. Though he noticed that Tron didn't seem to be looking directly at him, which further struck him as being odd. Admittedly, it was a bit hard to tell with that helmet on, even as damaged as it clearly was, but Tron seemed to be looking at a spot slightly to his left ( ... )

the_gamesmaster November 15 2011, 07:35:38 UTC

Flynn had been contemplating as he gazed out towards the blackness of the Sea. Many things had happened. The arrival of Abraxas and other such things to think about. Sometimes he just liked to watch the waves lap up against the shore. It reminded him of him just that bit more.

He diverted his gaze from the water to see movement on the beach below. He squinted to get a better look. Who or what was that? He got up and headed down for a closer look. It was a program. One that looked very familiar indeed.

Tron.

Flynn swallowed and moved closer but slowly. Cautiously. "Tron? Are you alright?"

blindedchampion November 18 2011, 11:33:28 UTC

The sound of footsteps put him on edge, and he spun, falling into a battle stance. The sound of the voice sent his senses into overload, drawing a sharp snarl from his lips, and though he couldn't see where exactly he was, he lashed out, leaping and tumbling through the air, kicking furiously.

"Get away! I won't go back!" He refused to let Clu take him in again, refused to let him rewrite his code and put the restrictions back into place. He was disappointed he still lived, after his attempts at taking them both out, but that was fine. He could deal with that here and now. He simply had to be careful not to let him get the best of him when he was at such a great disadvantage.

the_gamesmaster November 18 2011, 16:07:11 UTC

Flynn realised that Tron thought he was Clu. It was an understandable mistake, since they looked very alike. Flynn's ideas were opposite of Clu's power-hungry ones though. They looked alike but were certainly not the same personality. He decided to act cautious. The poor guy.

"I'm not Clu. It's me, Flynn. Tron, look. I'm not going to hurt you or make you go back." He stood with his hands open in submission. "I know I look like Clu, yet, I am not him. Far from it. I wish no harm on any program or ISO alike." He stood, watching Tron's movements. Trying to gage his next move.

Giving him some breathing space sounded like a good idea. By the looks of things, he'd been through a lot.