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fight4theusers January 4 2011, 09:12:08 UTC
Tron wasn't sure what drew him back to this place. Perhaps it was the familiarity of it; he'd been here often enough at Clu's side, silent and menacing, set apart from everyone else by the barrier of his helmet. Or perhaps now it was that he could mingle in the crowd without the fear and recognition that the Rinzler persona brought. He often wore a cloak, now, simply to disguise his circuits in case of the odd program noticing him, but it was easy enough to blend in with the crowd, with these programs that he now protected.

Tonight, he spotted an all-too-familiar figure sitting above the crowd. Searching his memory banks for a name, he could not find one, but he knew this program. She had been part of the Games, but had also been here, beside Zues...

Before he could think better of it, he found himself ascending the stairs to stand before her. "I know you."

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fight4theusers January 19 2011, 07:28:00 UTC
Tron fought the urge to flinch away as she reached for him, his instincts to fight deeply ingrained. Her touch was gentle, however, and he shuddered slightly as he breathed out, the T-shaped lights briefly glowing brighter. It reminded him of Yori, the way she would trace her fingers over his circuits, sending sensation racing through him... he quickly tried to push those thoughts aside, but he allowed Gem to continue touching him.

He could see the sympathy in Gem's eyes when she looked back at him, but was glad she didn't vocalize it. "Yes. It is good to be... myself, again. It was a very long time."

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survivethesiren January 19 2011, 23:56:06 UTC
Gem hadn't expected to be allowed this, and she surprised herself by not removing her hand, but simply laying it flat against his panel, watching her own circuits slowly glow and flare up her arm. Strange, that warm flow of energy, even through suits was always...something. She didn't have another word for it at the moment. How long had it been? She couldn't remember, the information lost during the reboot.

When he spoke again, she slowly let her hand fall from his chest, her hand clenching slightly, as if to keep that warmth with her, even as the lights dimmed on her suit. "I can imagine. It seems we both have been given second chances. Though you may have deserved yours more than my own." A flicker of a smirk hit her lips. She was honest--she had done things that others wouldn't understand. But a user had chosen to give her life again, and she was greatful for that.

"So we shall reform the Games. Turn it back to the best form again. Or better." It was what she wanted. Perhaps she could find a way to set the other Sirens free.

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fight4theusers January 20 2011, 02:08:00 UTC
Tron found that he was almost... disappointed as Gem pulled away. Was he truly that starved for a friendly touch? He'd been isolated so long as Rinzler, locked behind a mask and cold persona. During his reunion with Ram, they'd barely gone a moment without a touch, a brush of hand or embrace, the reminder that they were both still alive. But this was something different, evoking sensations and emotions that Tron had not felt in a very long time. Not since the old system...

There was no sense in those type of thoughts. Tron straightened his back and shook his head. "A second chance is a second chance. Whether we deserve it or not." After everything he'd done, Tron did not think he could ever atone.

"It is a place to start."

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survivethesiren January 20 2011, 02:52:43 UTC
"...I am disinclined to agree with that assessment, but I will not argue with you, Tron." Gem tilted her head when he straightened his back. There was amusement in her face, reaching her eyes. It wasn't a tease though--it was genuine. She hadn't been in Siren mode a few moments ago. That had been pure Gem--for whatever that meant. A rare grant of doing something she wanted. Perhaps the amusement was for knowing it hadn't gone awry. That it had been accepted, on some level.

Picking up her drink, she raised it up, her blue eyes catching his. "To new beginnings then...and steps in the right direction."

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fight4theusers January 20 2011, 09:35:16 UTC
Tron wondered at the amusement in her eyes; had she only been playing with him? His own eyes narrowed slightly as he regarded her, but finding nothing deceptive in her expression, he relaxed again. He knew the Sirens were designed for pleasure, to seduce and entice the warriors of the Games, but her touch had not seemed to have that intent. He would accept the gesture for what it was.

Raising his glass in acknowledgment, he nodded and touched the rim lightly to hers. "To second chances." A rare smile crossed his face as he brought the glass to his lips to drink, and he found that he was actually optimistic about the future for the first time in... well, probably since he'd awakened.

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survivethesiren January 21 2011, 04:24:15 UTC
Gem let her walls drop for a moment when his eyes hardened--she was not manipulating, not attempting to play the game. It lasted only a few seconds, before her face became more stoic, closed. But it had happened...what was it about this program that made her shift her programming?

Perhaps because he was from the old times. The times when things had been less complicated; when they had both been different programs.

But here was a chance for improvement. "Agreed." Flashing a slight smile when she saw his, she took a sip of her drink, before putting it back down on the table across from them.

"I know you must not like to...stay exposed for long but please," She reached out and touched his hand for a moment, her lighted fingers brushing against his own outlined index and middle fingers, "contact me when you are ready." She could be trusted to keep her word, this time.

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fight4theusers January 21 2011, 05:11:14 UTC
Tron's hand flexed slightly under Gem's, lighted fingers instinctively arching into her touch. His breath caught, just briefly, as their circuits met and connected, lights flaring brighter, a nearly-forgotten rush traveling up his arm and spreading through his body. He was almost disappointed when she pulled her hand away, but soon collected himself. This was not the time nor the place.

Nodding, he stood, pulling his cloak around him again. "I will contact you soon, then." With that, he turned and strode down the stairs, many thoughts to process.

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