initiating program... [active/open]

[biphasic]

Character(s): Rinzler and whoever shows up
Content: A displaced program arrives in the city of domes
Setting: Niflheim gate
Time: Week 29, middayish
Warnings: None as of yet

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[biphasic]

There was indeed a new visitor, and given his exact nature that 'surge of energy' might be a more appropriate descriptor than in most cases. Of course, he wasn't about to answer the question that had been asked verbally, but between one moment and the next he simply... appeared, pulling himself out of the throng of people without so much as a suggestion that he might have been there in the first place.

All things considered, it was slightly impressive given his outfit was almost uniquely unsuited to blending into the crowds Paixao, if only for the simple reason of being black from head to foot. Nor did the few patches of glowing orange circuit lines, or the fact that the whole thing was topped off by a helmet, giving him a rather sinister appearance.

But either way, there he was, standing before Belldandy, when most would have scarcely realized him to be even near before.

[biphasic]

Well, he was less malevolent than some programs were. But gridbugs and viruses weren't really what any sane program would consider in the same vein as programs proper. Especially in the case of the gridbugs, but that was really neither here nor there.

Sadly, the business card gets nothing more than a blank stare, not that anyone'd be able to tell that with the helmet tinted as it is. He's never seen a business card before, and the only programs he could imagine needing something to introduce themselves with wouldn't bother. (Somehow Castor seems to flamboyant for nothing more than a... faulty chip? Somehow that didn't quite seem right.

Still, there's nothing more than silence to greet Belldandy's words, except perhaps for a very slight tilt to his head. He doesn't really understand a good half the words she just said.

[biphasic]

Luckily, Rinzler was familiar with the general concept of people being referred to by things that weren't their names. How many times had he heard programs off-handedly reference 'the Creator,' in the days before it was readily apparent that he wouldn't be returning? Hundreds? Thousands? Certainly enough to know what it was an attempt to be.

Nor could he really say he was entirely sure he liked the idea of being called by something that wasn't his proper designation. But for that he'd need to actually speak. Still, he hadn't even been told that he couldn't speak. He just generally didn't see much of a reason to.

"Rinzler," he corrected, in a voice that sounded almost as if it were being filtered through a synthesizer, distorted beyond what most anyone would have considered to be at all human-sounding.