Name: Tron Full designation: TRON-JA-307020 Function: Security Program /for: The Grid Recent Upgrade Installed. Vs: 2.0.2 "Trust me. You don't feel old until you look through all your old update files." {RP Blog. Just drop a note in the ask box. Played as a later Tron from the 'Tron: Betrayal' era}
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Tron looked around him, wide eyes in the direction from where the small voice came from.
Squinting, he eventually made out the shape of a small... figure, sitting on the floor.
He stepped towards it, finding his stride being far smaller than normal, causing him to feel disorientated again.
"I- er... I don't know what-" he paused, listening to his own voice. "ah. AAH." He said suddenly, testing out the high range of his new vocal chords.
Good grief...
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A metallic clatter met Tron’s ears as he attempted to blink away the retinal dots from his vision, arms outstretched as he tried to ascertain the direction gravity was pulling him. His head was spinning as he tried to move forward, but of what he could see spiraled as he felt his shoulder be pulled what he eventually assumed was downwards.
Colliding with the floor, wincing at the gritty material scraping his shoulder, he just decided to stop moving, squeezing his eyes shut as the floor he pressed himself against seemed to tip as the dizzying feeling began to subside.
Should I open my eyes?
It would be a good idea.
But I don’t want to.
Not yet.
But Tron’s plans were cut loose as he felt a small pinprick pat on his cheek, then another on his forehead. And arms. And legs.
His eyes slowly opened and peered up at the dense cloud above, lit with an ominous orange glow as the raindrops falling on and around him.
Curling in on himself to stop his abdomen from feeling queasy, he just closed his eyes again and let the rhythmical sound of water droplets hitting the ground soothe his head.
Until he heard another clatter from behind him.
Getting up as fast as he could, Tron span around and peered, practically blind down what appeared to be an alley. But it wasn’t like any he had ever seen: brown cuboids sagging at the corners, shiny cylinders with dark glistening material taut over whatever they contained…
“What- where-“
My voice?!
What is wrong with me?
He looked down at his hands and just stared.
He was small.
And utterly defenseless
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Well, okay. You're a handsome young man, then. How's that?
I...er....
um
Are you being patronising now?
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Well, someone's in a bad mood!
I'm tired and cold. And someone keeps calling me cute.
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A metallic clatter met Tron's ears as he attempted to blink away the retinal dots from his vision, arms outstretched as he tried to ascertain the direction gravity was pulling him. His head was spinning as he tried to move forward, but of what he could see spiraled as he felt his shoulder be pulled what he eventually assumed was downwards.
Colliding with the floor, wincing at the gritty material scraping his shoulder, he just decided to stop moving, squeezing his eyes shut as the floor he pressed himself against seemed to tip as the dizzying feeling began to subside.
Should I open my eyes?
It would be a good idea.
But I don’t want to.
Not yet.
But Tron’s plans were cut loose as he felt a small pinprick pat on his cheek, then another on his forehead. And arms. And legs.
His eyes slowly opened and peered up at the dense cloud above, lit with an ominous orange glow as the raindrops falling on and around him.
Curling in on himself to stop his abdomen from feeling queasy, he just closed his eyes again and let the rhythmical sound of water droplets hitting the ground soothe his head.
Until he heard another clatter from behind him.
Getting up as fast as he could, Tron span around and peered, practically blind down what appeared to be an alley. But it wasn’t like any he had ever seen: brown cuboids sagging at the corners, shiny cylinders with dark glistening material taut over whatever they contained…
“What- where-“
My voice?!
What is wrong with me?
He looked down at his hands and just stared.
He was small.
And utterly defenseless
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Magical anon of interesting plot devices here! You are now a human boy of ten years old for two days. Ta~
What on earth is that supposed to-
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help
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Operational Capacity: 87%
*blink blink*
Well, it's nice to be back up and running.
... I daren't look at the system status...
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{just going to post this here too for reference}
I made a writing playlist... because I was bored
Mostly for Tron really
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{to all that I owe:
sorrysorrysorrysorry
I appear to have a slight bout of hypersomnia, BUT SLEEPING BEAUTY I AM NOT.
I am still getting use to things and deadlines are due, so apologies.
But soon. Soon... I shall get round to replies and all that shiznit.}
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{GiZOogLE StAHp}
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{Sorry for the lack of activity lately, but things are hitting me hard.
Normal service will resume soon, I promise. Just not quite yet.}
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Flicking his helmet back, Tron continues to give him a stern look. "I could ask you the same question."
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Tron watched from the opposite side as a Program lithely made his way up to his level.
The two guards attempted to follow and Tron could see one about to send a signal for backup.
This called for a slightly tricky shot.
Undocking his disc, he launched it to the left, the reverse-spin curving it round to catch the supports of the platform on the far side.
The disc connected with the struts with a small *dink*.
The guards couldn’t have been prepared for the sudden jolt downwards and were left falling through the air, watching the platform they needed to get to stay where it was.
“That should do it.” Tron muttered and looked over to what was left of the platform. “Alright Progra- Oh for Users’ sake, I told you not to try this.”
Of course it was Ram.
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Not uttering a word, Tron scooted over and grabbed Ram's forearm and hauled him up.
Once they were both on the same platform at a safer distance from the ledge, Tron stood up and folded his arms, glaring from behind his darkened visor.
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Tron watched from the opposite side as a Program lithely made his way up to his level.
The two guards attempted to follow and Tron could see one about to send a signal for backup.
This called for a slightly tricky shot.
Undocking his disc, he launched it to the left, the reverse-spin curving it round to catch the supports of the platform on the far side.
The disc connected with the struts with a small *dink*.
The guards couldn’t have been prepared for the sudden jolt downwards and were left falling through the air, watching the platform they needed to get to stay where it was.
“That should do it.” Tron muttered and looked over to what was left of the platform. “Alright Progra- Oh for Users’ sake, I told you not to try this.”
Of course it was Ram.
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Not thinking, Tron launched himself over the barrier and landed his heel squarely on the disc of the Guard, jolting him forward and dislodging his grip on the platform. The disc disintegrated, and the non-functioning Guard fell over the edge, shattering on the barrier below.
Keeping his momentum and replacing his disc, Tron skidded to a stop. Forcing himself back toward the ledge, dropping to his front and sliding to the edge. "RAM?"
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Tron watched from the opposite side as a Program lithely made his way up to his level.
The two guards attempted to follow and Tron could see one about to send a signal for backup.
This called for a slightly tricky shot.
Undocking his disc, he launched it to the left, the reverse-spin curving it round to catch the supports of the platform on the far side.
The disc connected with the struts with a small *dink*.
The guards couldn’t have been prepared for the sudden jolt downwards and were left falling through the air, watching the platform they needed to get to stay where it was.
“That should do it.” Tron muttered and looked over to what was left of the platform. “Alright Progra- Oh for Users’ sake, I told you not to try this.”
Of course it was Ram.
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How I feel with every RP
RP partner: (writes fantastic starter with intricate dialog and plot settings)
Me: I have to go I'm too stupid to talk to you
RP partner: ...... *forever alone*
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