games, games, games....

[notglitching]

Who: Rinzler and a bunch of people. Semi-open: get coordinates from Rinzler or tag along with someone who did.
What: Everyone checks out the Arena. Oh, and: Games. 8D
When: Shortly after this post.
Where: Rinzler's place of solace: the Games arena from the Grid.
Warnings: Violence, though less than the glowy one expects. Probable near-nudity, given

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Entrance

[notglitching]

The Arena’s symmetrical in design-triangular, with huge corners rounded to make an odd-shaped hexagon. There are three main entrances along the sides, leading to seating levels, and three smaller platforms at the corners of the structure-though still huge enough by most standards. They’re designed for landing space by recognizers-though in the transposition to Promenade, they’ve wound up barely above ground level. The coordinates Rinzler provided lead to one of these.

Of course, practically none of this is visible from a ground-based approach. The smooth black ground stretches out to the front and sides, lines and curves of light illuminating it from beneath at set intervals. Ahead, the arena looms massive and bright, blue-white glow tracing the base, shining out from the open top.

Oh, and hey. There are other people. Want to say hi? Perform interpretive dance? Talk about anything before the creepy growling program comes out to let you in? This might be a good place.

[auto_enthusiast]

How about poking around like a snoop

[notglitching]

The wall isn't made of anything KO's likely to have experience with. And the arena's not a program. But it is coded. There's even a kind of interface-inactive for now-faintly detectable.

Access, however? Denied.

Encryptions slam up to block the probing scans, a buzz of rippling energy springing up at the contact points. It's not painful-not much, not yet-but it is jarring. Disruptive. And it's building-from quick shock to pulsing current. Might want to pull back, Knock Out.

And partway across the structure? An orange-lit program stops, growl shifting with faint edge before he resumes his approach. More quickly, now. This is Rinzler's place, for now at least. And he felt that.

[auto_enthusiast]

If there's code, it follows that there are going to be encryptions, and Knock Out's been at war for so long it's hard to remember a time when electronic systems weren't meticulously locked away from enemy interference and monitored. So the surprise here isn't that the arena is protected, it's that the protection is more than just digital.

He yelps and yanks his hand away from the wall, shaking out fritzed fingers. His plating tingles, neural receptors firing erratically, feeling just like he's been shocked. Ow.

Interesting.

He steps in again, both hands pressing to the wall. He was by no means a hacker but all Decepticons carried basic intrusion subroutines and he boots his now. Encryptions, meet his decrypter.

Armory

[notglitching]

The lift leads down to a room that’s almost small compared to the vast open space above. A quiet, dark sort of place. At least, until those panels in the wall open to let out… women. Dressed in white, with matching circuitry, they step forward with robotic even pace. If the strange company surprises them, they hardly show it. Actually, they barely seem to beat Rinzler for conversation skills.

You weren’t attached to those clothes, right? Oh, and ever had your brain downloaded to a piece of physical software? With a nice voiceover speech, too. First time for everything!

[vanagandr]

There is, predictably, a bit of a problem when Fenrir walks into the armory. For one, he's not wearing clothes. There is a thin chain around his neck, yes, but that is part of Gleipnir and as such cannot be broken or removed until Ragnarok. For another, he's not wearing his human form -- which, at the very least, explains the lack of clothes. No, he's in his usual form, though he isn't his true size; just a larger-than-average wolf with black fur and amber eyes.

Someone might want to step in and convince him to change forms, even if it's only temporary. Otherwise, things are going to get very weird.

[notglitching]

Rinzler's hanging back at the edges of the room. Equipping is not his function, not his problem, and really not anything he'd normally even be present for.

This, though... the sirens have stopped, stalled out around this strange combatant, a pace back on either side. Their heads tilt identically to the side, motion halted, frozen, as they try to process a solution. This is not within the scope of their directives.

The enforcer's noise shifts with faint irritation, mask tipping toward the creature, including the users in the motion. Did they have a solution? Anyone?

T-Tell me if this is not okay ;;? I WILL DELETE IF IT'S NOT!

[savior_n_black]

Fortunately, Fenrir is remembered as 'that wolf who brought booze' to Ichigo, and Shiro's birthday, and only later as 'the wolf that almost burned the forest down'. So it's a mixed response. Still, the ladies in white look rather upset about something.

"...I don't think they know what to make of you, Fenrir-san."

Disk Wars

[notglitching]

Rinzler may have been staying pretty much out of things during the equipping stage (not his function), but he seems to have pretty clear thoughts on how this part should go. Individual compartments rise to the air, moving towards the floating platforms, which meld to admit the paired combatants. A mechanical voice tones out the round and matchups as the circle of light above brightens with designations and pairings.

The combat spaces are enclosed, large enough to maneuver, but with nothing in the way of cover or tools. At the center of each is a gap, spaced by a small hexagonal platform-one that adds significant lift to any attempted jump. The walls are clear but solid, deflecting weapons without damage-though the floor is less resilient. Oh, and there are some white-lit arrows on the wall at each end, pointing down for now. Probably not important.

Rinzler’s pretty sure you can figure out what to do from here. And if not, he’ll be glad to give an example.

[savior_n_black]

Alright, there's definitely something weird about being encased in what looks like moving plastic as you rise in the air. Ichigo didn't like it at all; it felt like a trap.
But there were several other similar boxes around him, so he spent the trip peering through the sides, and trying to see who was where.

...Well, until the plastic box docks, that is. Then, he's off to the side, sticking out like a sore thumb with reedish-white circuits inside a reflective surface.

"All combatants. Prepare for Disk Wars."

Blinking over at the other person in this box, Ichigo...waved? What was he supposed to be doing here?

[ultimarecipe]

Alright--so there hadn't been Disk Wars when he'd visited Tron's world the last time, but Sora didn't see a problem with it. He'd been quick to grasp the concept of lightcycles, so he should be able to fight his way through these... they couldn't be that hard, no matter who he was up against. It was sort of daunting to be cooped up like this, though. Sora peered down and all around him, trying to see his competitor--he couldn't see too far, he was too short to--before the ominous voice spoke.

That certainly applied a bit more gravitas.

Sora frowned up at the ceiling, where he thought the voice was coming from, before he caught something moving out of the corner of his eye.

He tilted his head and then waved right back.

[savior_n_black]

Ichigo's suit was more like an exoskeleton, really, with only marginal reddish-white lights winking through the cracks here, and there. It felt weird to wear the thing, honestly, especially when he has to put a hand up to shade his eyes, and peer at the other glowy-person across from him.

"Oi, Sora, is that you?"

Must be. That hair was unmistakable. Reaching over one shoulder, he unlocked the disk-thingy, and held it up to wave at Sora.

"...Any idea what a 'disk war' is supposed to be?"

Lightcycles

[notglitching]

The lightcycle grid is separate but adjoining the main arena, a large flat expanse of dark glassy blue, faintly transparent. Gaps and paths trace down to a level beneath the first-easier to get trapped on, but with potential to outmaneuver one's opponents.

After pairing up to two teams of more or less even numbers, each participant receives a short baton, the ends of which light to match the players' circuitry as they pick it up. What do you do with this? Not that. You’ll find out pretty quickly.

Anyone feel free to tag in!

[snowwhitesoul]

Looking down at the baton in her hand, Rukia tries to remember the little hints Quorra gave her. Running start, jump forward and keep going. She'd even let her sit on her own cycle to get an idea of the controls and how to accelerate and turn and brake and how to turn the light ribbon on and off. So she had the basic knowledge, it was just...putting it into use.

Looking across from her, she saw the nuclear red and white circuitry of both Ichigo and Shiro and all but sighed. She knew how deadly these games were and fighting against them wasn't the ideal. And, looking down the lineup of their team, they had Rinzler. He'd have to be taken out first to assure as few were injured as possible

[holeheart]

Shiro turned the baton over in his hands. It glows with the same nuclear white-red color as their circuitry. He frowns.

"How the hell does this thing work anyway?" He whacks the stick against his hand. "Does a motorcycle really come out of this thing?"

He turns to watch Rukia. Alright... running... flipping down her visor... breaking the stick apart and then just jumping? Alright that made sen--AHH!!

Shiro lets out a very undignified yelp and jumps aside as Rukia zooms between them. "Rukia!! The Hollow hisses, them looks at his partner. "C'mon!" He jerks his head, allowing a visor to fall forward, then takes off at a run after Rukia.

[savior_n_black]

Ichigo, at least, had been paying attention enough to see how one is supposed to use on of these baton-things. He also remembered the way Rinzler had sort of constructed the machine he called a 'Light Jet' out of nothing.

"Oi, use the stick!"

Because that's what Ichigo is doing as he sprints along with Shiro, then peels off to get a little extra height with his jump. Dividing the baton, half in each hand, it's hard not to marvel as the Cycle constructs itself fitted to him...

...But the problem is that Ichigo has never really driven anything like this before, and he almost flips himself over on the rear tire as the bike got sort of stuck in a wheelie. His weight pitched forward, and the front wheel smacked into the grid pretty hard, but he managed not to kill himself in the first five minutes.

Oh yeah. This was awesome! Revving the engine, he catches up to Rukia; his clear visor covering only the upper part of his face, and nose.