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rinzler,
sora

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Character(s): Sora and Rinzler
Content: Sora runs into Rinzler once again
Setting: Near one of the cafes
Time: Noon
Warnings: Remains to be seen.

It was a seemingly normal day for Sora, as normal as a day can get in Paixao, at least. Sora needed days like this, as much as he wanted to help Ven and Aqua, and as much as he wanted to get everyone out of here and stop the Organization, but he was still a fifteen year old boy, and he needed time to act like one.

And apparently, today, acting like a teenage boy means stuffing his face with a sandwich from the cafe. No one ever said Sora's needs were complicated in that regard. As he ate, he watched the crowds of people as they walked by, keeping an eye out to see of he could catch a glimpse of a newcomer in the crowds, or a friend.

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Regardless of which of the worlds currently active in Paixao he visited, Rinzler had a habit of standing out in crowd. It wasn't even like he actively tried to either. He simply did - not many people in this strange User world wore black from head-to-toe, and even if they did, the glowing orange lines would easily be enough to set him apart.

Unlike Sora, he wasn't paying much attention to the buildings that lined the street. He was more concerned in getting every little bit of data he could out of those same streets, and that largely meant see how it changed in light of the various people how came and went. Not only that, he had yet to collect nearly as much data on the Users themselves as he would have liked, and thus far he'd come to the rather troubling conclusion that there was so much variance in the responses of User to be nearly as incomprehensible as the ISOs had been. No wonder they had had to be removed, he mused as he walked on by, unaware of what might come next.

Sora spotted the program in the crowds easily. He waved at him and called out. "HEY, TRO-- uh." Sora caught himself, at the last second, last time he had called Tron by his name it had ended badly.

Still, that wasn't gonna keep Sora from trying to reach out to his friend, Tron was still in there, and he knew that, one day he would be able to reach that part of him, he just had to try.

"Hey, Rinzler!"

While Rinzler did hear Sora's first call, he'd put it out of his mind. He was very clearly not Tron, and he knew that the former warrior of the Grid was nowhere in the city. It wasn't until Sora called his proper name that he finally stopped to turn.

Not that he wasn't any more impressed than he'd been the first time Sora had tried to claim he was a program long since thought derezzed, but he did at least stop and turn to look towards where the call had come from. What Sora was calling him for was something that Rinzler couldn't categorize. He wasn't really inclined to stay long either, in light of their last meeting - Sora would need to move quickly if he didn't want to end up with Rinzler simply bailing on the idea of conversation.

Sora frowned, he wasn't sure what he sort of reaction he had been expecting out of Rinzler, but he was at least expecting some sort of reaction. He ran up to the program.

"So, what are you doing out here today?" Maybe it would be something Sora could help him with.

There wasn't much need to react. It was already plenty clear that Rinzler didn't particularly care for Sora - less so for his early insistence that he was a different program entirely - and he wasn't coded for false politeness. Clu didn't require it of him, when he was meant more as a general enforcer than anything else and the Grid had needed anything even remotely similar to diplomats in hundreds of cycles at the very least. The fact that he'd been willing to tolerate Sora's presence at all was enough.

"Data," he rumbled back, after a moment or three of silence.

Sora considered what that could have meant. "You mean collecting data?" He shifted on hes feet and placed both his hands behind his head. "Uh, I could help, if you want?" Sora didn't know how much Tron knew about the user world, but having someone who knew about it wouldn't hurt, right?

Yes, he meant collecting data. The city had more than enough oddities to offer a cycle's worth of data easily. He wasn't so sure about the idea of some helping, though. Duel processing had its advantages, but a User being the the other half? That was surely impractical on all fronts.

"No help."

"You sure you don't want help?" Sora replied, disappointment coloring his voice. "It might make whatever you're trying to do go easier" True, Sora has no idea what Tron was trying to do, but, well, most things went easier when friends helped.

"Yes."

Honestly, it was bad enough that Sora was asking for his time and in doing so, keeping him him from his explorations. He'd only need to spend more time explaining what he was doing if Sora helped, and that assumed he was going to be useful in the first place - something that Rinzler wasn't willing to trust was the case. Not when he'd seen some of things Users thought was a good idea.

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