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[enzused]

[ continued from this post because comment limits suck.One of the drawbacks of playing as many angles as possible to avoid actual combat is that when one can't wiggle your way out of it, one finds oneself rather out of practice with the entire process

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@ADRIAN TEMPLE

[enzused]

Afraid I can't quite promise such a thing, but I shall try just for you.

[He tries to shift his weight a bit more upon his cane because right now the amount he's leaning on Adrian is slightly more than simply flirtation would call for.

Programs are not - never have been - big on the fear of their own mortality shtick. Just not coded into them. And besides, if Castor's never suspected the possibility of someone getting antsy deleting him off the Grid, then Zuse most certainly has. Too big a piece not to take out, really, no matter how far he might have stepped back from the mix of things, and the thought soothes his ego just a little. Now if only the same could be said of that gaping hole in his side.]

Do whatever you feel's necessary, Adrian, but I do believe I'll have to bow out for the moment - not exactly feeling my best, don't you know. Tell you what though, you go on ahead, and I'll catch up in a twinkle, yes?

OH HAI THAR.

[ruinszen]

[ He's not quite sure what he expected upon seeing Castor again, beyond the slow burn of betrayal, but what he does know that it wasn't this. Though he's not quite sure if the program is doing it out of some noble purpose beyond saving his own skin.

For now he'll just go with what past experience has taught him, even as he approaches Castor warily. ]

Castor.

[ Well that certainly was a lot of... Sam's still unsure of what to call it exactly. Only that whatever it is, it can't be good even if it's not complete deresolution. For a moment he wishes Quorra was here - she'd at least know what to say to the other program or if there was anything that they could do. Not that Sam felt particularly inclined to help the other at the moment. ]

SUP COME HERE OFTEN

[enzused]

[He almost - almost - flinches at the gravelly voice, especially as it's hardly one he'd expect to be hearing at this particular cycle. Or ever again, really.

But he flashes a too-sharp grin anyway and pulls himself up to his feet, leaning heavily on the cane. Bowing slightly at the waist, but not enough to take his eyes off Sam, he chuckles knowingly.]

Sam Flynn. What unfathomable odds that we two should meet again.

[Except his voice modulation fails him for a moment, so 'meet again' fluxes in and out of a more robotic tinny tone.]

APPARENTLY NOT

[ruinszen]

[ There's something about the grin that's off - in more than the sort of way Sam has come to understand is just Castor's way. Like he's aiming for the neck while trying to disarm you. ]

You're telling me.

[ But he does come closer, eyes drawn to his wound and fingers twitching to do something. He's never been one to sit by and Castor isn't any exception to the rule, even as much as he'd like to leave the other alone. ]

yeah i guess

[enzused]

Could've sworn I just did. [Castor raises an arm (willing it not to quaver, grid damn it) to wiggle a finger in his ear, as if to loosen the wax. Not that programs have wax in there, so who knows how the hell he even knows this kind of gesture.

Letting his arm flop to the side again, the program forces himself to stroll the few steps over to the nearest wall. If not for pixels plinking to the ground and the way his smile strains, one could call the way he slouches against said wall nonchalant. But Castor refuses to let anyone - User, ISO, bit, anyone - see him at anything less than his best. He does have a reputation to uphold... Even for however long that might be. Ha.]

So to what do I owe the honor of your repeated presence? Not that I'm complaining about the view, mind. [Wink.]