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Characters: Sora, Aladdin and Rinzler
Content: Even though the Doctor said he would help, Sora can't wait, and tries to save Rinzler himself.
Setting: Out in the snow
Time: Evening
Warnings: Violence

A part of him knew that he should just wait for the Doctor. The Doctor would know how programs work better than he did. And if he couldn't wait, maybe he should have asked Urd, or Genie, or the other Doctor. Yet, in times like these, Sora rarely listened to his rational side. A friend was in trouble. Serious trouble. And he had to act.

He couldn't do this alone, though he considered asking Riku for help, he decided against it. Riku would have just told him to wait, anyway. So he went and found Aladdin instead.

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After Sora asked Aladdin for his help, he didn’t give it a second thought to come immediately to his aid. He had to help Sora find his friend Rinzler. After all, Aladdin knew Sora would do the same for him in return, if one of his close friends were in trouble. Looking around at the snow, he tried to glare and see if he can see anything. Unfortunately all of Paixao seemed to be almost completely piled up in this stuff.

Turning around Aladdin glanced over, maybe Sora’s eyesight was better in this sort of weather than he was, “D’ya see anything?”

Even with the snow, Rinzler had something of a tendency to stand out. Oh, sometimes the bright trails of light that winked out from his armor was sometimes hard to distinguish in the mess of equally bright white, true enough. But there was little mistaking a patch of blackness in the snow fields. He'd had no need and no inclination to acquire extra coverings as the Users did. Cold was nothing to him; his vital systems were already suitably insulated against extremes of temperature. Besides it was better that way. It meant he had more time to explore the various curiosities the city still held.

Just at the moment, however, he was trying to figure out just why the city had felt the need to 'snow' for so long and so extensively. The city ought to have been optimized to Users, and what he'd managed to understand so far was that this addition was less than helpful. He'd yet to have any real suggestions as to the cause though, and in the end, he'd more or less resorted to simply stalking angrily through the white powder. There simply wasn't any use to it.

Sora peered out from beneath his hand, shielding his eyes from the falling snow, looking for the tell-tale signs of Rinzler-- Tron's armor. It wasn't long, however, till he saw the orange lights off in the distance. "There!" He pointed out to Aladdin before closing the distance between him and the Program.

"Tron!" he called out to him.

As soon as Sora spotted Rinzler in the snow, or at least that’s what he was called previously... According to Sora, the guy’s name is Tron, it’s just that his memories were reprogrammed so now he thinks he’s Rinzler. Aladdin stood by Sora looking out to Tron, in the mist of the snow he saw that he was wearing a black armor. At least that’s what it looked like to Aladdin. He pretty sure he’s never even seen a program before, at least until now. Aladdin called out with Sora, “Tron! Hey Tron, we’re here to help you!”

The pair of voices did not go unnoticed by Rinzler. The one was even familiar. User, designated 'Sora'. Familiar with something of the Grid, as well as the program that had once been designated 'Tron'. The other voice was unfamiliar but it could easily be assumed to be an... associate of User-Sora's. Why on earth they saw the need to call out the name of someone long ago derezzed, he had no idea. It didn't compute. Tron was no more, surely they had to see that.

Either way, given that his designation was not only something quite different but also something that was known to one of the pair, he didn't even turn to look at them. If they wanted to speak to him, they would do so through the proper channels and with the proper designation. Not the name of some fallen program.

He wasn't responding. Even though Sora had figured he wouldn't, it still kinda hurt to see Tron not responding to his own name.

He shot a worried glance to Aladdin before approaching Tron again.

"I... I know it's you, Tron."

Aladdin stood in the snow with Sora. He looked onward with him at Tron. Aladdin bit his bottom lip briefly as he looked back at Sora then back at Tron. Will he respond to his friend? Memories can be fragile when messed with but, they’re friends right? He must have something deep down inside. At least, that’s what Aladdin hoped for Sora and Tron’s sake.

Fragile though memories were, they also weren't going be doing anyone much good when Rinzler quite literally couldn't access the memories. Neither was he any more inclined to answer to a name that not only belonged to a program that was not only most likely derezzed but had also been one of the greatest champions of the Users. Eventually, however, he turned to look at Sora, irritation practically written in every line of him.

"Designation: Rinzler," he all but snarled at Sora. "Program: Tron no longer on the Grid."

Sora took a step back, startled by the Program's reaction. But he wasn't going to back down.

He reached out at the Program, "I'm hear to help you remember, Tron."

Remember. What a useless word. There was nothing to remember. He had always been Rinzler. He had always been a fighter and a warrior. The best of the Grid. But he had never been one to stoop to ally himself with the User. Why then should someone mistake him for a program of long ago? A program rumored to have been first run in the system that had been before the Grid?

No, he didn't need help, and he knocked away Sora's hand with one of his own. All that his attempts were doing was providing a new source of irritation, and one he didn't need on top of the problems he already had with the city at large.

It wasn't a mistake, Sora believed the Doctor. Better to believe that than believe someone as brave and strong as Tron had been killed. Though, the idea of Tron being able to be reprogrammed was unsettling at least there was hope, right?

"You've been reprogrammed, but I know you're old programming's still in there." Instead of acting on his first instinct to reach back out at Rinzler, Sora instead clenched his fists in determination.

Reprogrammed? Did Sora even know what he was suggesting? Admittedly, Rinzler was no stranger to the idea. Most of the rank and file Black Guards had been some other program before being brought in for rectification. But he was no Black Guard. Rectification was only good for that. For creating an army. He was different. He had always been different, and to even think of implying that he had been engineered in the same way was null code, fit only to be deleted.

"Accusation: false. Programming default."

To be completely fair, no, Sora didn't understand what he was suggesting. But that didn't matter to him, he was gonna help.

"Do you really believe that?"

"Yes." The answer came without even the slightest of hesitations. He was Rinzler, not a derezzed example of an ancient system. He neither needed nor wanted help. He wasn't glitching, and there certainly wasn't any need to bother upgrading here (not that he'd ever needed help with that).

"Nothing to fix." He would stand by his words until he was forced into derezzing, and as if to echo the sentiment, he reached behind his back and unhooked his discs from their resting place. He wasn't going to bother either splitting them or making threatening gestures with them, but one thing was clear. He would fight for his beliefs. He always had, and no mere User would be enough to stand against him.

Even though it didn't look much like the disk Tron had used when they fought together in Space Paranoids, Sora could still tell that's what it was.

And yet, Sora still couldn't find it in his heart to back down. He couldn't leave Tron in the state he was in.

"But Tron."

Tron, Tron, Tron. Was this the way all User-kind was? Stubbornly, irritating insistent over something that very clearly wasn't the case? It was almost illogical, in a way that would never have been seen on the Grid. Things were what they were identified as, not anything else and most certainly not remnants of the past. But there was an advantage in there, and Rinzler smiled to himself.

There was the briefest of pauses after Sora's words, and then Rinzler was separating his discs and all but launching himself at Sora. He'd had enough, and this was the clearest way he knew to address the point and actually have it stick for a change.

Sora summoned Oblivion and held it it up to try and block Rinzler's oncoming attack in a single motion. Though it probably would be more accurate to say that the Keyblade had summoned itself when it sensed the threat, and Sora had just reacted out of habit.

Aladdin watched Sora try to convince Tron who he really was. Clinching his own fists as he observed their conversation. Tron really was convinced that he was Rinzler. Whoever brainwashed-er “reprogrammed” sure did one heck of a job on him. Maybe Sora should try a different method. But what?

Then, the unexpected happened. Tron launched an attack at Sora. Aladdin eyes widen as he jumped back, wielding his sword. Well scratch talking, eh? “Hey! Whoa, whoa! Back off him!” Aladdin said, ready jump in there and help his friend fight.

Rinzler's only answer to Aladdin's comment was a slight hitch in the tone of his rumbling, constant growl. He wasn't going to stop. He'd only just gotten started, so why stop? Instead, he threw one of his discs in Aladdin's direction without so much as stopping to look his way first, before turning his attention back to Sora.

True, the blade had very neatly blocked his disc, but he was used to that. If he was going to use it, then Rinzler was going to take advantage of it, as he reached out to grab the keyblade before using it to flip himself up and over Sora's head. If Sora wasn't ready to block attacks from above, on his head be it.

Sora wasn't about to let his guard down, now.

He watched as Rinzler flipped over his head, he didn't recall Tron having moves like that. Though perhaps his reprogramming had rewrote his fighting style as well.

He didn't actually want to fight Tron like this.

Aladdin gritted his teeth as Rinzler tossed one of his disk at him. Quickly leaned back letting the disk fly just past his chest, as he made a jump to do a back flip. Whipping around to make sure that disk was gonna go flying back at him. Aladdin took his first jolt toward Tron to attack him with his sword with a swing. There was no way he was gonna let him harm Sora.

Reprogramming? No, if anything had changed his fighting style it had been the long years of fighting he could no long remember, as tempered through the style he'd adapted in his years as the Champion of the Games. No one bested him, and even if he had two opponents here instead of one, he wasn't worried. It was simply a change in tactics, and it wasn't like never fought groups of enemies (the gridbugs didn't count).

So once he landed on the other side of Sora, it was a simple thing to grab his returning disc out of the air before bring it up to block Aladdin's blade. If Sora wasn't going to attempt to fight, then he didn't mind, although he was careful to keep an eye on the Keyblade wielder all the same.

Why did this keep happening? All he wanted to do was help his friends. Not get in fights with them.

But that didn't mean he wasn't going to fight, he would stay on the defensive, and not try to hurt Tron, but he wasn't going to back down.

He watched the clash between Aladdin and Rinzler closely, and prepared himself to defend Aladdin if he had to.

Once Tron blocked Aladdin’s blade, he pushed it forward to try to intimidate him as he snarled at him. Then jumped back and swung around to make another attack. Aladdin had to be quick to get this guy. It just so happens that being quick was his specialty. This time he dodged downward in a spiral, trying to knock out the side of Tron’s leg by the swung of his sword. If he can catch this guy off-guard he might have the upper hand.

Catching Rinzler off guard would be no easy feat, even with his focus split on two combatants. And yet the fact that they didn't both come and attack at the same time was irritating. It was like neither would truly commit to the attack, something that would have seen both of them under-performing were they ever sentenced to the Game Grid. Still, the fact that only one of the two was coming at him made it all too easy to leap out of the way of Aladdin's sword strike.

Nor was it all difficult to arrange it so that his leap once again landed him closer to Sora than Aladdin. For all that the latter was being the more active attacker, he was nothing more than a distraction. Rinzler's fight was with Sora, and without missing a beat he swung his discs in towards Sora.

Sora gasped and held his Keyblade up to block the sudden attack from Rinzler's discs. But he had overshot where the discs would end up, and instead of clattering harmlessly off the metal Keyblade, it sliced a shallow gash in his forearm.

Sora cried out in pain and stumbled back. Though it wasn't something that couldn't be dealt with a well timed cure spell, it meant he would have to find the time to cast the spell.

He would have the time sooner than he might have expected. He had fought Users before, and knew very well that they didn't react the same way as programs did to wounds. Users were far frailer, to react as Sora was to even such an inconsequential blow as he'd just landed.

And yet for all that he knew what to expect and how Users reacted to something that a program would barely bat an eye at there was a conflict between his two directives. A slight hitch as his more recent directives ran headlong into what he had always been and for a fleeting few moments, the follow-up attack that surely he had been planned simply failed to come. In its wake, it left a perfect opportunity for any healing Sora might have had in mind.

Sora had fully expected an attack, he still had the Keyblade up and prepared to block, but nothing came. No attack, nothing. All because he had gotten hurt.

Sora took the opportunity to fire off a healing spell, the spell washed down from the bell flowers summoned over his head, closing the wound in his arm and making it as though it was never there.

But Rinzler's reaction, no, not Rinzler, Tron. Tron's reaction made it clear that he was still in there.

Aladdin glided as he swung his head to look up. Watching Tron pull out his attack on Sora. He jumped up, trying to see what happened, but he couldn’t see for the moment. Then he saw a bit of blood from Sora’s arm, oh no, it looks like the attack hit him. Just when he was gonna go in, he noticed that Tron started to hesitate. Aladdin bit his lip, and then as soon as Sora healed himself he made his way over. Holding his sword up defensively as he came close by Sora, looking to his friend, back to Tron. What was that? Was he still in there? What’s going on?

There was a moment of comparative silence, as Rinzler stood and watched as Sora healed his injuries, and his ally came carefully around to stand at his side. He still didn't doubt that he could take the both of them. But while he was sure he could there wasn't really any interest in doing so any longer. So there was another moment of strained silence... and then he turned to go. There wasn't anything keeping him here any longer.

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