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thisavrou_log2016-04-13 08:09 pm
notglitching) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-04-13 08:09 pm
You can never say that I didn't try
Who: Rinzler and OPEN
When: April 14th through the 24th
Where: the Hold
What: Rinzler killed some people and copes poorly. Set after this log.
Warnings: references to character death and mindscrew, glowy injuries, unfortunate assumptions. (See also: Rinzler.)
The first place Rinzler woke up in this system was a cell. He'd been locked in after a fight with his duplicate—with Tron. Not that the enforcer had been capable then of even hearing the older version's name. Rinzler had attacked because he had to, because the overrides built in his mind detected conflict and demanded he delete the source. Since then, he's shattered that if/then chain. Chipped away at the filters on his memories, even managed, once or twice, to speak.
But he's back where he started, and he knows better than to expect things to end the same way.
For the most part, visitors will find Rinzler seated on the low bench back against the wall. Circuits burn dimly in the shadows, almost outshone by the dull glint of fractured code that covers a full half of the enforcer's core. He's turned slightly to conceal the injured side, but the spiderwebbing cracks through code and armor are obvious to see, and he doesn't have the power to refresh his shell and cover up the damage.
The low rattle of corrupted code echoes through the cell and down the corridor, though it does nothing to compete with the invectives from the user locked in one door down. Rinzler approaches shutdown just once, curled up against the wall, and if the flickering lights and twitch of limbs is any sign, it's anything but restful. The program won't notice anyone approaching then, but he probably wouldn't mind being woken.
Once or twice, Rinzler rises, pacing, frustration and the need to move boiling up through the despair. There's nowhere to go, though, nothing to do, and even that much risks opening his damage further. Maybe he should. Fracture, break, rip himself apart and leave them voxels on the floor to claim and punish. Rinzler wonders if he ever tried before. If he does, he can't remember. He wonders what they'll make him into. Alan-one had told him what would happen, told him he'd correct the fault if Rinzler fought again. Now two users are dead, and if there's any hope at all, it's that they'll decide he's too worthless to salvage.
[[ooc:the duration during which Rinzler can be visited depends largely on the results of his trial, so there may be some time-wobbling. In particular, if he ends up with solitary confinement... no longer applicable; Rinzler will be visitable for both the trial period and his sentence. ETA 2: As of the 20th, temperature conditions will be improved thanks to Vision + co.
Prose and spam both welcome!]]
When: April 14th through the 24th
Where: the Hold
What: Rinzler killed some people and copes poorly. Set after this log.
Warnings: references to character death and mindscrew, glowy injuries, unfortunate assumptions. (See also: Rinzler.)
The first place Rinzler woke up in this system was a cell. He'd been locked in after a fight with his duplicate—with Tron. Not that the enforcer had been capable then of even hearing the older version's name. Rinzler had attacked because he had to, because the overrides built in his mind detected conflict and demanded he delete the source. Since then, he's shattered that if/then chain. Chipped away at the filters on his memories, even managed, once or twice, to speak.
But he's back where he started, and he knows better than to expect things to end the same way.
For the most part, visitors will find Rinzler seated on the low bench back against the wall. Circuits burn dimly in the shadows, almost outshone by the dull glint of fractured code that covers a full half of the enforcer's core. He's turned slightly to conceal the injured side, but the spiderwebbing cracks through code and armor are obvious to see, and he doesn't have the power to refresh his shell and cover up the damage.
The low rattle of corrupted code echoes through the cell and down the corridor, though it does nothing to compete with the invectives from the user locked in one door down. Rinzler approaches shutdown just once, curled up against the wall, and if the flickering lights and twitch of limbs is any sign, it's anything but restful. The program won't notice anyone approaching then, but he probably wouldn't mind being woken.
Once or twice, Rinzler rises, pacing, frustration and the need to move boiling up through the despair. There's nowhere to go, though, nothing to do, and even that much risks opening his damage further. Maybe he should. Fracture, break, rip himself apart and leave them voxels on the floor to claim and punish. Rinzler wonders if he ever tried before. If he does, he can't remember. He wonders what they'll make him into. Alan-one had told him what would happen, told him he'd correct the fault if Rinzler fought again. Now two users are dead, and if there's any hope at all, it's that they'll decide he's too worthless to salvage.
[[ooc:
Prose and spam both welcome!]]
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No acceptable repair options.
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"Has anyone tried a healing spell?"
There had to be monsters somewhere that were electric like him, right? So why wouldn't magic work? Magic, the subject that merrily drop-kicked important lines of logic at seemingly random. Magic, the easy cure for anything except broken hopes and dreams. What he's got is only a scratch.
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It's not what he expected, and for a moment, that's all that pings. 'Spell' is a term the enforcer's heard in passing, but not with any kind of explanation—a user exploit, from what he can tell. A cheat. Certainly it's nothing Rinzler is familiar with. Nothing he even could have known could heal.
Except.
An attack, less than a millicycle since. Gravity inversions—the same exploit Clu applied to the Arena, but in a user-coded cage instead, when he was far too damaged to even try to fight. And when the attacker compounded his fractures to the edge of a cascade, another impossibility followed, traced in green light and strange, cool power. Healing. Enough to restore him. To replace lost code. Just so the [monster] [threat] [enemy] could place its insults and load out.
Rinzler's helmet raises, and for all the heat-glitched lag, it's not hard to tell when his noise quiets, focus suddenly disk-sharp on Chara. On the user who'd fought with Sans before.
Clarify.
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They mentally replay what they've said, mouth tugging downward. "Has anyone tried to heal you with healing magic?" No, that doesn't sound so hard to understand. So where was the problem? "I heard them talking about how you were robotic, earlier. That may make a difference, but there's no excuse if they haven't tried."
Unless he has no soul. Rinzler didn't seem as empty as Chara sometimes felt, but even Chara had moments of near-humanity, so maybe that was nothing special.
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Rinzler's typing almost as soon as Chara talks, only the heat-lag slowing his reply this time.
Not a part of home system.
Confirm/deny characteristics: object collision, green light, energy influx?
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"Yes." They fold their arms against themself, sighing thoughtfully. "Lights, bullets, things moving--all of those are normal signs of magic, along with half of anything else you can't explain."
There's something off about his speed. Or is it his timing? Maybe he's tired. It's hard to tell without a face to read, and body language can only go so far.
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Healing spell encountered.
The words should be a good thing. But everything from the slight clench of the enforcer's fingers to the fix of his mask, to the low, ticking growl broadcasts a very different story. Frustration. Anger.
Then again, maybe the next line will make sense of that.
Request data (ID: Sans).
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Oh.
"Sans. You mean that skeleton monster that killed me." 'And that Chara killed' goes without saying. "Did you just say he healed you? And it didn't work?"
Light still reflects faintly on the wall from the glow of Rinzler's wounds, and Chara's mouth curls in an uncertain sickle of smugness. Rinzler is still hurt, so does this mean Sans botched it, or that it was always impossible?
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Functioned. Partial repair.
To Rinzler's knowledge, it hadn't failed. And he hadn't been restored. In fact, if Chara compares the image, they'll find Rinzler in nearly the same state he'd been at trial. Whatever damage had necessitated Sans' spell wasn't afflicting Rinzler earlier.
The dots aren't impossible to connect. Especially as Rinzler clarifies.
Threat data: required.
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They look him over more carefully, and even glance around the cell. What are they looking for, blood? Program blood? Bone pieces? It's useless, because the absence of these says nothing. They look back at Rinzler, now with uncomfortable, morbid interest.
"You saw the video where he killed me, didn't you?"
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Yes, his combat functions would be good to know.
The voxels scattered across the ground have long since disappeared, empty data fading back to this poor excuse for a system. Rinzler doesn't acknowledge Chara's search for proof, but the black helmet gives one quick shake in answer. Rinzler had attended the trial, but missed the video portion. If he hadn't, maybe he'd have been less caught off-guard.
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Their foot scuffs the floor, and they start talking as though they'd never hesitated.
"He can make bones out of thin air. If you touch them, they'll hurt. If he hits you with them, or runs you through, they'll hurt a whole lot more."
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Rinzler dips his head, acknowledgement and thanks as he types in another line. Chara's glance down the hall didn't go unnoticed, though... and even when he's done, Rinzler's hand lingers on his MID. It's a silent offer. A suggestion. He won't insult their choice by spelling it out, but if they want to keep their actions (or their data) hidden, there are ways to share it without being overheard.
Defensive measures?
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The word rings gong-like with the understatement that it is, but Chara doesn't elaborate. Whining about the tries it took would give away how completely outclassed they were, and maybe still even are. 'You'll never land a hit on him.' 'You won't even take a step past his opening salvo.'
No, they're not going to report anything now. For now they leave their MID by their side, looking sour.
"Good armor won't hurt, but ducking is better. And dodging."
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Defensive measures (ID: Sans)?
How does the threat protect itself?
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Chara studies him, but there's no answers printed on his helmet. (Would his face be any clearer?) No matter. Pieces of the picture are coming together, but there's parts that work best when called out into the open.
"... Why are you asking all of this if you just said he healed you?"
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And if there's a part of him that's much too glad to have a threat he can oppose to focus on... well, that's hardly something Rinzler needs to acknowledge. Especially now.
Attacked.
Then healed.
Chara can draw their own conclusions on how well that went for Rinzler here.
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"Monster souls are made of compassion and love," they explain. "Mercy is important to them. If he wasn't trying to kill you, then he probably didn't want to risk that getting worse." They point at his injury again.
It's possible that Sans just didn't want another mess to be harassed over, but... No. Even when pushed to their most extreme, monsters didn't usually attack willy-nilly. Sans even moreso: it took an impending apocalypse just to rouse him from inaction. Why had he attacked this time? Maybe he was trying to be proactive for once in his slug-like life. One violent human was bad enough, after all, so wouldn't he worry more about two?
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The look Chara is getting at that explanation? Would be a sight to remember.
Compassion. Love. Mercy. Rinzler's doubtful enough of the concepts holding any weight at large, but certainly the glitch that attacked him isn't anything he'd consider defined by those values. The helmet twitches sideways slightly—more incredulous than outright refusing, but... No. Even with all the data Chara doubtless had, that wasn't a version of events Rinzler could believe.
Needed to deliver threats.
It certainly hadn't missed its chance to do so while he was down.
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Was that hard to swallow? The tilt of the helmet suggests that it is, but Chara has no sympathy. Figuring out the sincerity of monster motives had taken them a while, and if someone else won't listen when they're spelled out, then that's their problem.
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Vulnerabilities?
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"Since you won't hit him, he literally has none. Focus on surviving and getting to him at all, and maybe you'll figure it out on your own."
It'll be an impromptu party, with Sans' death as a present and his dust as confetti. Chara dully wishes that they could be there too, but they're tired of these fake trials. Maybe Rinzler will do it and they'll get footage at the next trial.