Who: Clu here, and anyone who happens to stumble across him
Where: A random alleyway, somewhere in Tron City
When: Sometime post-Legacy mostly, but I'm flexible :)
Warnings: Shouldn't be any, unless people start cussing Clu out for stuff his future counterpart did
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Not the most auspcious way to start the millicycle... )
Until Clu's face looming with nightmarish suddenness from an alley sent all Yori's processes into frantic overdrive, hatred and terror ice-cold in her throat.
One hand went to her vehicle baton to ensure her escape route, the other snatched out her disk to guard herself. Yori snarled, "Clu," and only then realized that in fact Clu had never been in the habit of wearing Encom vintage armor.
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Slowly, Yori put away her disk, in response to the program's gesture of surrender. She kept a white-knuckled grasp on her baton, to comfort her instincts in case this was some insane trick.
Yori tilted her head and squinted slightly, trying to see the program as an ally from Encom and not her ruler and bitter enemy from the Grid. It only worked if she couldn't see his face. Crash the admin program for corrupting even memories he had no part of.
"It's going to be a very long story," she warned...Clu. "That name has belonged to someone else for many cycles." Yori hesitated. "What's the last thing you remember?"
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At the comment that it would be a long story, Clu nodded. He suspected that any sort of story that would explain someone randomly pulling a weapon on another program like that would indeed be a long one. Though it was at least a relief to hear that it wasn't him she had such obvious hatred for, just a program with a similar name and appearence. He was glad; though he didn't wear their blue circuits, he too was a User believer and would've been upset to discover that he'd unknowingly harmed any innocent programs while glitched. Especially a program that looked like this woman; despite the oddities of her appearance, now that she wasn't threatening him, he noticed that she was rather attractive. Still, given the circumstances, he kept his thoughts to himself ( ... )
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And this woman... he'd seen the kind of hate that had been in her eyes, how personal it was... this other Clu... he must have done that to someone the woman was close to... someone... someone ( ... )
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She looked away, unable to accept or deny the hacker program's offers, either one. Ask him for help, and give another version of Clu opportunity to take over? Tell him to get out, when the Flynn he knew was gone and the systems outside so updated they were unrecognizable?
But in spite of the name, she had to believe this program was more like Anon, an innocent victim, than any real connection to the sysadmin. Or else she had to derez him, and she couldn't do that.
"If you walk around with that face, what's left of Clu's army will turn you into a figurehead--if a former victim doesn't find you first and forget to ask questions," Yori warned. "You ought to let me update your helmet a bit." If she didn't have to see that face, maybe she'd be able to think beyond blind panic.
[ooc: *hugs Clu, since Yori won't* Aww, you'll be okay. *...then pokes phrasing* "I swear to you. I'm not ( ... )
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The face shield was never quite going to look natural, and when active it would take more energy from an old-style program than was quite comfortable, but it would do. At least until the hacker found an alternative. Yori looked up, shrugged without meeting the program's gaze. "This will at least give you a chance to explain before anyone reacts, I hope." Users, she hoped no modern Clu caught on to this. Terrifying thought.
"I'm sorry," she managed to choke out, just barely. "For--" She couldn't apologize for being reluctant to trust Clu again. "For...not being a better welcome." Back before everything had gone wrong, she'd have been overjoyed to meet one of Flynn's old programs, particularly one the User had valued so much.
[ ( ... )
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