Who:
isomorphology,
notglitching, and YOU!
What: Quorra is on the run from Rinzler, and she's left her PORTAL behind so no one knows where she is at. Unless she bumps into them.
Where: All over Promenade. Just tell us where you are.
When: 9/6+ (DAY or NIGHT - you pick!)
Warnings: TRON: Legacy spoilers if you haven't seen the movie! Possible out breaks of fights? Will
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Maybe delay. Maybe mistake. He can't know, and the uncertainty shifts uneasily through his code. It will work. That's what Rinzler tells himself, anyway, as he hovers above. The lightjet is in steady motion, a basic subroutine keeping it in pattern. The rest of his processing splits between analyzing the PORTAL data and visually scanning the city below.
He can track the glitch on foot. She's still digital, still leaves a familiar datapath he can follow-and this place isn't of users entirely, it seems. It's reliable. Certain. But it's also slow. He can be fast-and he knows from experience he can push through longer than any program he's met. But she has a headstart. Advantage. Too much of one. If he can find her from above... it would be far better.
He's still surprised when he succeeds.
43% visual identification: location [52, 97, 125], heading-He snaps out of analysis, fixing on the visual cue. The figure's distant, too far for any sort of certainty, and even from this far away, the absence of circuit lines is ( ... )
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okay, he was pretty much ready to fight at the start, but that was a different story. ]
Aqua-- [ he murmured, hushed. ] That's gotta be him.
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She didn't get to ponder this for long, however. The figure was dive bombing them. Without much thought to it, she places her free hand on Sora's shoulder, waiting as she mutters back...] I wouldn't be surprised.
[This presence is strange, seeming almost completely comprised of something different-- The Vanish spell wears off, and just before a crash can occur, she safely teleports the pair of them to the right. Of course, she wasn't exactly sure she could have pulled off side-along Teleport, but... it worked. She'll take what she could get at this point.
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So when he comes up from the roll, knowing how he'll land, where he'll be, exactly how close he'll be to the ISO's allies... and finds them moved...
Rinzler is not happy.
He turns towards the inexplicably distant opponents, shoving his baton back into place at his side as his left hand reaches behind, jerks his weapon forward. He notes the two (users?), their own overlarge blades, and his disk flares bright with a sharp hum of activation. He inclines his head, ticking rumble edged as he stares at them. Well?
He'll give them one chance to answer. Not that he expects they'll be that smart.]
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What's your problem? [ he cuts straight to the chase. ] This isn't a place where you have to fight.
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What do you have against Quorra? [Still, she is wary of him. Something seems... off.]
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And he doesn't have to fight. He wants to.
The blue one's a step behind, but they're both closer now, easily within range of a leap or lunging strike-assuming he doesn't simply take them out at range. But Clu's order takes priority, even over battle. And he doesn't doubt they'll still be in his way.
Rinzler crouches, disk still ready in one hand as the other reaches down, presses against the ground. It's different here-the world's different. But some things stay the same. Brief concentration, energy expenditure-and light trails up in outlines from the surface below. Markers. Pointers. Footprints.
He has his direction. His orders. The rest of this?
Is his Game.]
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Rinzler's actions, however, cause him a slight bit of alarm as he looks down and then around. ]
--oh no. [ he can trace where she's been--Sora wasn't aware of that, and now that he knows, he's not so sure of how things will go. but he's determined, and he charged forward.
yes. he is insane. ]
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She should have teleported all of them away when she had the chance. Instead, all she did was- No, no. Can't go over the mistakes now, because Sora was charging.] Sora-! [She can't let Rinzler catch up to Quorra, and she can't let Sora get hurt. What she does surprises even her: she follows suit, but instead of moving in a step, she points her Keyblade to the sky:] Drift!
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'Drift!'
He glances towards the other user-and his processing freezes. Her weapon's pointed up, and there's a ripple-a surge, some kind of energy spreading in a purple wave that hums against his sensors with WARNING, THREAT-
Rinzler's still reaching, still striking-his motion didn't freeze, but all combat priorities reverse as he loses contact with the ground. The energy's dragging him upwards, away from the targets-away from anything he can anchor on. Rinzler can't move, can't maneuver, no matter how he struggles. This is terrifying crippling... a problem.
The program turns, rotates as best he can to face downwards, flings a disk towards the blue user (viral?) in a blur of bright violence. He tries to tuck, maneuver, ready his other weapon for defense (trapped), but it's not enough. He can't reach them, can't move, run-
( ( ... )
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when the disk speeds towards Aqua, he quickly dives backward to try and redirect it, hitting it with the blunt end of his Keyblade. he's not very good on the whole battlefield strategy--he almost bumps into Aqua, but it may be worthwhile, because he frowns and mutters. ]
There's something weird...
[ while the spell's still in effect, though, he pelts back forward to try and attack, even if he knows at such close range it might be a bad idea. can't win some without trying. ]
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I sense it, too...
[Corruption, but it wasn't because of the Darkness... Her eyes narrow in concentration, but then she smiles faintly. Sora didn't seem as experienced as he could be--had no one trained him? Either way, she would worry about any sort of teaching later. She takes only one step, pointing her Keyblade at Rinzler and jerking her head the side in a taunt.
Focus on her; she dares him just as much as she is focusing on the Program.]
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He drops. The energy disperses, and his processing flickers from surprise to desperate joy to vicious, edged satisfaction. He turns as he falls, lands in a crouch, hand raising to catch his deflected disk. Whether time or energy or failure of concentration, he can move now, can strike and hurt (end) the one who did that to him.
That taunt was entirely unnecessary.
The program dashes forward, to the side-then crouches, leaps over the enemies to land on the far side, close, no barrier or other opponent between him and his target. He lashes in, strikes high, sliding under the first blow to stab in below.
Rinzler's fast.]
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[ he calls out as Rinzler leaps over them and gets to the other Keybearer. oh no, oh no--
Aqua can take care of herself, but he still wants to land a good hit, so he summons up the best Fire spell he can, even if it takes a moment for him to actually focus it. ]
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The disks begin to break through, and it's all she can do to allow it to explode on them both. She cries out, teleporting out of striking range and slamming her fist to the armor piece on her left arm. There's a flash of light as the armor forms itself, but not before a bit of red stains her white sleeves. She may be a powerful mage, but her defense is horrid.
And now she's angry, if the flames are anything to go by. The armor points the Keyblade at Rinzler, seconding the Fire spell with three similar spells in quick succession. She is the only one to obtain the rank of Master for a reason, and you just harmed her in front of one of her cubs in mother bear terms. Smooth~]
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Brief resistance (armor?), then a slicing, ripping. No shatter, no clean crash of derezz. Just a cry of pain, and something tearing.
(wrong)
Visuals refresh, and the opponent's moved. Transported away, again, one arm hanging limp as the other covers it, rerezzes the armored coating. Not quick enough.
Redness leaks through.
Blood.
ERROR-
Redirect, refocus-but he glances down. It's on his disk, too. Rinzler stares, gaze caught on the drops as they fall, spread and are absorbed by the dark ground below. Different from the Arena. There's a sickening unease crackling through his code-errors and punishment twisting against each other and he can't tell them apart-
Pain.
Sudden, immediate, external. Something slams ( ... )
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