The halls of the Ingress Complex aren't usually a place for sprawling, but considering his own use of the vent system, Rinzler supposes he can't complain. He is, in fact, completely ready to just pass the user by when it calls out to him.
Japanese? Not by creation, certainly... but the Moira wasn't the first user system Rinzler's been to. He has vivid memories of a small, enclosed glitchpit called Inugami—and the language packet it uploaded on his import.
He stops. Turns. Tetora will have a clear view of a dark shape, clad in head to toe in flexible armor with small red-orange lights. Noise ticks out in a continuous mechanical stutter, like a damaged hard drive cycling without a pause. The opaque helmet fixes on Tetora, examining him for a long moment before offering a nod.
A, 7/25-ish?
Japanese? Not by creation, certainly... but the Moira wasn't the first user system Rinzler's been to. He has vivid memories of a small, enclosed glitchpit called Inugami—and the language packet it uploaded on his import.
He stops. Turns. Tetora will have a clear view of a dark shape, clad in head to toe in flexible armor with small red-orange lights. Noise ticks out in a continuous mechanical stutter, like a damaged hard drive cycling without a pause. The opaque helmet fixes on Tetora, examining him for a long moment before offering a nod.