The Most Horrible Best Hide and Seek Game Ever! [SO VERY OPEN]

[usagipino]

who; Pino and anyone else who wants to join.
what; HIDE AND SEEK
where; The Junkyard. It's all Sam's fault.
when; The nebulous "now."
warnings; Ridiculousness. Also Rinzler and Abraxas might be there so hold onto your disks.

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[infectthegrid]

Getting to the Junkyard was simple enough for the virus. He'd grown accustomed to leaping from building to building to reach the teleporters, that it was a rather speedy trip.

The location was interesting enough, and would certainly prove a challenge with all the rubble laying about, but it was no real concern. He'd go to play to see if it attracted his little friend. And if not? Then he'd play the little game and bend the rules to his choosing.

Spread. Infect. Destroy.

It was possible to achieve that while playing a game of Hide & Seek. He couldn't come up with a reason of why not.

Disc firmly gripped in his hand - because you never know these days - he dropped down, from who knows where, by the entrance.

[double_discs]

Rinzler had been waiting for Abraxas to show his ugly pixels. A disc whizzed by Abraxas' head, dangerously close, but obviously a miss on purpose. Especially when the thrower revealed himself when he caught his disc out of the air. The second disc was held loosely in his other hand, ready.

"You will obey the Game rules. You will not infect anything while here. And most of all: you will not harm any Users. Confirm or leave. Or face deresolution."

[infectthegrid]

What Abraxas had not been expecting was to be attacked immediately as he dropped down, and his body went still as a disc spun past his head. There was one thing he was certain of; it was not Anon. The little Monitor would never have missed. Not sent him a warning like that. And this was just confirmed when Rinzler showed himself.

Did Clu's pet have nothing better to do?

The grip on his disc tightened, as the weapon hummed lightly. "Have nothing better to do?" he questioned, keeping his gaze fixed on the program.

[double_discs]

The red circuited program only growled in response to Abraxas' inquiry.

"Confirm, virus, or the next cast will not miss," the security program demanded after a silent pause. He fingered one of his discs deliberately to emphasize his seriousness upon the matter.

Rinzler could destroy the virus all he wanted. How could he possibly get into trouble if the degenerate piece of coding would only be rerezzed through the teleporters after all?