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Character(s): Rinzler and Jade
Content: An unlikely meeting
Setting: One of Paixao's bars
Time: Late Afternoon
Warnings: None at the moment

It was odd, to think that he'd spent so long in the User world. If this was what Clu had wanted so badly than he could have it. Rinzler had yet to see anything here that would be at all useful. Only things that barely made any sense at all and things even he had trouble processing into an semblance of sense. Why the Users ever allowed something so ill-defined to run unchecked was something he was sure he'd never understand. But he couldn't do anything about either. One program wasn't going to get anywhere here. If he'd had any of the Black Guard things might have been different, but that was out of the question. For now, he'd simply done his best to categorize the maddeningly confusing world that had been laid in front of him.

Of course, even that couldn't occupy him forever. There wasn't really anything quite like the sorts of energy he was used to in the User world, but he'd settled himself into one of the closest things he'd found to Zuse's domain and if he looked particularly out of place it wasn't something he was concerned about.

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"And you're saying my money isn't good enough?" a deep voice reverberated through out the establishment, the amused tone of the question obvious. Jade Curtiss stood at the other end of the bar, his posture militant, the lamplight reflected off his glasses. The bartender was quite distinctly uncomfortable at this question, if his expression was anything to go by.

"Look, I don't want trouble, it's just the Mayor --"
" -- decreed that anyone not fitting his absurd dress code would be denied service. As you can see, hardly an inch of scandalous flesh is shown in my outfit. Unless you want me to cover my face now as well?"

Some of the other patrons in the bar were shifting uncomfortably, attempting to ignore the conflict.

It was the sound of a raised voice that caught Rinzler's attention. Even in the establishment he was more familiar with a voice was only ever raised to make a point. Or to be heard over the music, but that was clearly not the case here. Besides Rinzler was far more interested in the question at hand. Jade wasn't the only one who'd had problems with ridiculous dress code.

"It won't help," he spoke up, in his grating rasp of a voice. He sometimes had problems even with his face covered.

Jade cut off whatever he'd been about to say, eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the sight of this new interloper. There was no hint of a face shown behind the helmet the strange-sounding man wore. It was impossible to tell at this point of he'd found an ally or something else. Smiling slightly, Jade glanced at the bar owner.

"I just want a drink and then I'll be on my way, I assure you. If it's trouble you'd like to avoid, perhaps arguing with your patrons isn't the way to go about it?" Without waiting for further invitation, Jade sat down next to Rinzler, making himself comfortable.

Knowing that further struggle would disrupt things even more, the owner of the bar finally gave in with a miserable mutter and went about fixing Jade a drink.

For now, Rinzler was at least will to consider Jade not a threat. Not an ally, no, since he was no doubt a User as well, but he could afford to consider him neutral. For now. Either way, he simple sat, making neither move to speak nor showing any real inclination towards claiming a drink of his own. To be honest, if he hadn't spoken up in Jade's defense it would have been easy to to assume he was mute.

Yet neither could he be said to be silent either. Not with the low, grating rumble that followed him wherever he went.

Sitting this close to the helmeted man, Jade could feel a low thrum of energy, like fontech feedback. Was it the strange suit he wore? He smiled very slightly at the bartender who placed the scotch in front of him, then lifted it to his lips. The things he went through for a drink.

"I'm surprised they let you in," he said mildly, glancing sidelong at Rinzler.

The things any of them went through for anything. Drinks were only one of the things that were made significantly more irritating by the rules that had been set in place. Worse still that he was so out of place for more than one reason. But as he technically hadn't been breaking any of the laws, they'd rather grudgingly let him in.

"Persistence," Rinzler answered after another moment or so of silence. It wasn't exactly like there were a lot of other places he could go, so he'd simply kept at it until at last they hadn't had a choice but to let him in.

"There is a telling lack of willpower in the natives of this world," Jade said quietly, red gaze following the movements of the bartender. "Yet a streak of stubbornness that makes getting anything done harder than it has to be." He glanced at Rinzler once again, holding out his gloved hand to shake.

"I'm Colonel Jade Curtiss. You are?"

There was a long moment of silence as Rinzler simply stared and Jade's offered hand. He knew User-kind well enough to know what it meant, of course, but he wasn't at all interested in actually engaging in physical contact. (Once, he might have, long ago when he'd been someone else, but he could no more remember that than he could fly.) In the end, the offered hand went ignored. For all that Rinzler was willing to be somewhat friendly, some things were quite simply beyond even his grudgingly offered politeness.

"Rinzler."

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