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Rinzler / Tron ([personal profile] notglitching) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2017-06-27 11:39 am

Follow the sunlight down

Who: Closed to the Tron-Undertale Trainwreck Cast & Friends
When: June 24, shortly before the player plot ends
Where: The Center for Created Oversight and Affairs (Earth 91c)
What: Rinzler and Alan get in trouble; everyone else gets them out. With worse trouble. And frisbees that are brains that might be bombs?
Warnings: Mindscrew references for pretty near everyone. Personhood issues. VIOLENCE AND FRIENDSHIP, which are strangely inextricable.

"Multiple injured. One dead. In a world priding itself on peace and plenty, a utopia where Creators and Created have flourished together for centuries, the incident is horrifying to the extreme. Unthinkable that a Created would commit this kind of violence. Terrifying, that it isn't the first time. Eastgate City has been shaken since the attack at the rally, and to have another case of bloodshed so soon...

It truly is fortunate, that the matter has been closed.

Two nights ago, visiting Creator Alan Bradley was taken into custody following an outbreak of violence outside a local bar. Witnesses reported that Bradley's program initiated an unprovoked assault on passerby attempting conversation, agitating a child on the scene to join the fight as well. Though the child was initially believed to be responsible for the glitched program, Bradley proved able to control it on arrival—though not before his negligence resulted in a death."
The news goes on. It lists Ingress records and testimonials, identifying Alan Bradley as an offworld programmer clearly responsible for his creation's faults. A few sources even mention his effort to send away the program, and speculate darkly about what for. Not that it matters. Not long after the initial reports leaked, full of shock and rage and calls for retribution, Bradley's creation surrendered to the CCOA. That part, at least, no one speaks of with surprise. Even the most damaged Created know the debt they owe their keepers.

Besides, they don't know how to operate alone.

True, that Rinzler wasn't written to. True, that any risk to Alan-one is unacceptable—especially as a result of choices that he made. Rinzler attacked the users on the street. Chara helped, but he initiated, and Tron's maker only came to stop the harm he dealt from going further.

Still, not everything makes it to the news. There's no reference to Rinzler's missing disks. Not a word of the standoff that has built behind closed doors. On this world, as on any other, code is just another form of property—but Rinzler is Alan's property, requiring his creator's permission to modify or open up. It's not something that should have been an issue—the crimes the visitor is charged with are enough to warrant exile a dozen times over. Except that Alan Bradley has refused to leave without his program.

So they wait.

The stalemate won't last. Motions are underway already: invoking exigency for the risk posed to and by a program with no backup, filing to have Alan Bradley forcibly removed or else prosecuted as a native to their world. It won't last, but it's been long enough for those aware of the arrests to gather.

And possibly, prepare a less legal response.
alan_1: (eyes down)

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[personal profile] alan_1 2017-06-29 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
It’s been a day since Rinzler turned himself in. They’d told him, as if it would make him change his mind. ”We can’t help him without your permission,” they’d said. ”The longer you keep this up, the worse it’ll be for him.”

Alan had spent the first few hours trying to reason with them: pointing out that both he and Rinzler would gladly leave through the Ingress and never return if they let them, that their own brush with a similarly “glitched” Program had come long before Rinzler had even set foot in their world. When it became clear that they wouldn’t listen, it turned to arguing—against their world, against their laws, against them as people. It doesn’t help, but it at least feels good to call them what they are: willfully ignorant, complacent, and complicit in a global system of slavery.

Not that they’d ever call it that. Their expressions are almost sympathetic when they hear his accusations and they gently correct him.

”We’re only doing what’s best for them. Can you really look at your own Program and say he wouldn’t be happier if he’d been created here?”

It’s useless trying to disagree. They bring up Rinzler at every turn—Alan’s tortured, broken Program, lashing out in confusion at innocent people—with calm certainty that this alone is enough to prove Alan wrong. ”We hardly think you’re fit to lecture us on Created welfare. Haven’t you hurt him enough already?”

Alan stops responding eventually. He can’t change their minds—and they can’t change his. The stalemate clearly grates at them enough as it is. There’s a viewing screen in his locked room for when they want to contact him; the conversations are predictably one-sided. ”He doesn’t have a backup to sync with. How long can he stay like this? Do you even know? Why won’t you let us help him?”

Alan stays silent every time. He doesn’t want to admit that he doesn’t know how long Rinzler will last.

He doesn’t want to admit that he doesn’t know if his decision is the right one.

After hours of radio silence, they try a different approach. Someone unlocks his door and asks him to follow. The sudden shift makes Alan wary. Has something changed? He follows nonetheless, still staying silent in case they take any conversation as an invitation for another debate. They lead him to a room he’s seen before; it’s the same one they questioned him in when he was first arrested. He notes that there are more guards on the doors this time around.

A woman enters and calmly states the facts. They’ve been holding him there for about two days now. If he refuses to accept exile, they’ll be forced to treat him as a native. That means trials, likely drawn out and highly publicized, and eventually, a near certainty of lengthy prison sentences. The woman is polite, but cold. The unspoken reasoning for the threats is obvious. ’You clearly don’t care about your Program’s wellbeing, but maybe you still care about your own hide.’ The woman continues. They’d like to avoid the eventuality of a trial as much as Alan would. For that purpose, they hope being able to see his Program will help change Alan’s mind. Their reasoning is clear, too: perhaps it will be more difficult for him to deny his charge care, if he can see him for himself.

It’s the first bit of reprieve he’s had for the past two days, so much so that he almost thanks them. It’s been nerve-wracking enough hearing that Rinzler is in custody without knowing the Program’s condition. But he stays quiet and only nods, hoping that the sudden wave of anxiety and anticipation doesn’t show in his expression.

And he waits, just as before.
alan_1: (concerned dadface2)

[personal profile] alan_1 2017-07-03 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
It’s only been two and a half days since Alan saw Rinzler—since he stopped him from killing any more people in an attack he has yet to understand. If he hadn’t known everything about the crime, their captors have been all too happy to fill him in. The victims had been a group of friends leaving a nearby venue. They had been unarmed. They had spoken to Rinzler and Chara before the pair attacked them. One had been killed and others maimed. Alan doesn’t know what set Rinzler off, but he doubts any reasoning could justify the program’s actions.

None of that keeps the concern from his gaze when a guard leads Rinzler through the doorway. He searches for the telltale glimmer of damage first, feels a wave of relief when he finds none. For all the danger Rinzler is in while he remains here, at least destabilized injuries won’t be one of them. He watches as they bring Rinzler in and shackle his wrists to the table across from him. Alan can think of a hundred he wants to ask the program. ’Why did you do it? What happened to your disk? Where have they been keeping you?’ But he remains silent, painfully aware of their captor’s scrutiny.

It isn’t until the woman nods the others out that Alan feels like he can breathe. As for what to say... That’s more difficult.

“You should’ve listened to me.” It wasn’t what Alan was expecting but the words tumble out all the same “You’d be safe if you were back on Thisavrou. I told you I'd meet you there.” The words are more regretful than angry. With Rinzler out of their reach, the CCOA’s only motivation for keeping Alan in custody would’ve been spite. Perhaps that would’ve been enough for them. But Alan is accustomed to waiting. Sooner or later, they’d have realized there was nothing to be gained by keeping him there. It would’ve been easier, knowing that he was waiting alone.

But Rinzler is here now. And Rinzler has limits that have nothing to do with a lack of patience.

Alan closes his eyes and takes a slow breath. He can feel frustration and panic just beneath the surface. ’There’s no way out. You couldn’t make him leave and now you’re going to lose him too.’ It’s the natural conclusion. But it still isn’t one Alan is willing to accept. “How many days do you have before you need to sync?” Alan asks. A logical question—and one that Rinzler can still answer even with his wrists shackled. It helps to treat this like just another problem, something Alan can solve if he just has enough information.

It makes it easier, to pretend he can still fix this.

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[personal profile] inconsequence 2017-07-02 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
For whatever reason, he will not concede to leave the man who interceded on their behalf, implying a level of connection on par with that they've come to associate with Asriel, with Frisk. Perhaps a connection of a different nature, but does it make any honest difference, what manner of devotion the pair may share?

Departure from the scene of the crime has only taken them so far, and with custody of their impromptu savior (consequence evasion again becomes entirely too transparent in its ease and capacity) has arisen the inherent flaws in this poorly-formed, poorly-implemented plan: namely, the fact that the "model" and its child charge are still guilty, are still ostensibly "at large," and thus, security will be uncompromising.

"What, then," says Chara, the word an exasperated hiss. "If you will not depart, what choice is there besides electing to stand and FIGHT?"

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NICE \o/

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[personal profile] pleasereset 2017-06-28 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a little worrying that lately Asriel's previous two months have involved him picking fights of some kind. Usually his style of fighting is more desperate, more reckless, and always with someone else's well-being on the line.

Rinzler's jailbreak situation is no different, except with one difference.

Asriel sure seems like he's gotten much better at fighting - almost strangely calm, strategic. He's made it halfway in, usually his newly upgraded disk to take down guards and causing a few distractions with his bomb disk.

Still, Asriel is a monster. And a monster versus armed guards still leaves him vulnerable with having such a paper-thin defense. As he rounds a corner, a guard with a gun spots him.

"Freeze! Don't take a step further, put your weapon down and put your hands up!"

He doesn't listen, gripping his disk tighter. His mind is entirely focused on what he's supposed to do, and nothing else.

The guard starts to pull the trigger, aiming to take the boss monster out in one shot.]
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[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2017-06-30 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Get down!

[ A gray and green armored hand snaps through the air in front of Asriel and there's a flash of blue-

The guard will have about a split second of stunned staring when the bullet ricochets off of thin air before they're tidily knocked out with a blast of Overload.

If Asriel looks behind him, he will find an armored human staring down at him through the visor of a smooth, gray helmet. The armor is clearly foreign and the stare is definitely disapproving. despite the lack of visible features. ]


... Asriel?
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KNOCK KNOCK

[personal profile] a_perfect_end 2017-06-29 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Clu waits and counts the track of feet. Nihlus falls into position. They flicker hand signs to each other--eyes up is universal, it would seem. Nihlus is in the hall, out of it again, and they're both sight unseen down the passage, facing what must be the door at last.

Wired as he is, he doesn't need the diagram to detect that sound, for the faint, steady rumble to tick over, too slow and too deep.

Hear it before you see it? That perception is an artifact of the human brain. In reality, sound requires a transfer medium--liquid, solid, whatever--and is many, many factors slower than light.

And still Clu waits. He can modify anything, anyone he can get his hands on, but the power required for this is prohibitive. There's no doing it over.

Agitated, living light simply bends through annoyances like blastproof glass, trivialities like polished concrete floors, and doesn't even slow down for sweet nothings like the neat, thin frontal bones of a human skull. Doesn't stop until the wrong end of the power curve makes him solid again, half-in and half-out of what might have been the room's only guard. Whatever it was, it's cauterized, sheared off too clean to even smoke.

"Do not," and the sound is moving slow enough to chase him, soft, gentle in its perfect wrath, "get up."

They are standing in a mausoleum dressed as a torture chamber wearing a prison--something too horrible to be real--and he's overdone it, and as hot as he runs, no light is infinite.

Darkness rushes in on his tracks. Or it was always there.

But Nihlus is there, too.
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[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2017-06-30 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
The door hisses open the rest of the way and Nihlus slips in soundlessly, still donning the hologram disguise of one of the guards he'd scanned before they'd made their way down to the storage room proper. Taking in the sight of the dead human, then Clu, his eyes flicker briefly down to the temperature reading on his HUD.

That. Was an interesting new ability he didn't know about.

He doesn't stop to take in the rest of the room. The Spectre's eyes slide over the familiar figure at the end of it- the tell-tale low power glow of orange circuits- and then refocuses on the desk the guard had been manning. They're still logged in and Nihlus is familiar enough with the various UIs of this Earth by now that it only takes a few seconds to reverse the power flow in Rinzler's charge station.

"There's cameras in the room," he says over his shoulder. "We're about to run out of time very, very quickly. You'll need to unlock the restraints manually, there's no controls for them here."

The station would have probably been modified to accommodate Rinzler's specific... circumstances after all.

"Do you have enough power for that, Clu?"

As he waits for the answer, Nihlus hooks his omni-tool up with the computer and gets to work trying to find them an exit.

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[personal profile] pleasereset 2017-06-28 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[After everything's settled, Asriel didn't get away completely unscathed. He did a lot of fighting guards, blowing up things with is newly altered disk, and generally fighting his way to help rescue Rinzler.

He hopes Clu is proud. He hopes Rinzler is too. He's really tired...

As soon as they're in the clear, Asriel finds a spot to sit down and rest. He's got bruises and cuts on him, but none of them lethal. And none of them as serious as his injuries on the Outpost. He does look awful though, his usually soft white fur looking a lot more scruffy and despite having his vision back, there's that burn scar across the left side of his face.]


How's... how's that for a Created?

[Yeah, he's still bitter.]
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[personal profile] pleasereset 2017-07-02 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Asriel's quick to notice the presence next to him, and his worn expression turns to relief. He heard the mission was successful, but he hadn't seen Rinzler yet to be sure. He offers a tired-looking grin.]

Rinzler! I'm glad you're OK - you're not hurt, are you?

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[personal profile] yorisearching 2017-07-09 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[The damage marks are bad, the bitter tone from the little pilot an even worse sign. Yori takes a seat near Asriel, wishing she had something helpful to say.]

You were brave by any standard.

[To Yori, Clu's participation makes the entire rescue extremely disturbing, but she's trying not to upset anyone by bringing that up at the wrong time.]

Can I help you with anything?

[First aid is about all she can do, but she brought a number of User-style kits and she remembers her training.]
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OTA

[personal profile] alan_1 2017-06-30 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[There hasn’t been much time for conversation since they escaped from the facility. Alan’s barely had time to catch his breath, much less say anything substantial to his rescuers. Eventually though, they reach some semblance of safety and suddenly Alan is in a room with a group of people who risked their lives to save both Rinzler and himself.

Not that anyone seems to be in much mood for celebration. Relief, maybe. Alan expects he’s not the only one who wants to put the memory of his time on Earth 91c far, far behind him.

Still, after they’ve had some time to depressurize, he’ll quietly approach one of their rescuers.]


I’m sure this goes without saying, but… Thank you. For getting us out of there.
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[personal profile] yorisearching 2017-06-30 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[The risks Yori took were minor compared to everyone else, but it still warms her to hear praise from Alan-One. She smiles at him.]

You're welcome. I'm glad I could do something to help--and that it worked out.

[Sort of. Well. They're alive and free of that planet, at least.]

And you, are you all right?

[Yori knows how Tron took being imprisoned by the MCP: he never stopped fighting, but even his stubborn spirit was bruised. Alan-One has the same stubbornness in a design with much less physical strength.]

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[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2017-07-07 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Bradley. [ It's cool and professional, military and appropriately ranked for a Spectre. ] You owe me some grocery money for this, I'll have you know.

[ The tone is dead serious, but there's a glimmer of tired humor in Nihlus' eyes. ]

How are you doing?

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Practice at waiting while people she cares about are trapped doesn't mean Yori will ever like the helpless pressure.

All of them are back. All who can still be found.

Yori needs to prove that to her own overclocked analysis. Plus, most of them don't have the best record of seeking help when they need it.

Now that she can, she translates her worry into action, seeking out her friends and allies one by one. "I'm glad you're safe," she wants to say. "How are you?" --her best attempt at a polite status request, because she's been flinching from every calculation of the increasing chance she might lose some or all of them.

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[personal profile] alan_1 2017-07-08 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alan had told Rinzler they’d talk about what happened on Earth 91c when they got back to Thisavrou. And he meant it. That doesn’t mean he neglects taking a night to sleep the worst of the experience off. He’s too frayed in the direct aftermath to feel very coherent anyway and he at least owes it to Rinzler to save the conversation for when he’s all there mentally.

The time comes the following afternoon. Alan shows up at Rinzler’s door, still tired after a full night’s rest, but certainly better than yesterday. That does mean the events of the past week stand in even sharper relief. He wonders if the program even remembers the promise after everything they’d been through between then and now.

He knocks.]
Rinzler? Are you there?

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