not much like home
Who: Yori and anyone!
When: Present or near past, after the explosions and some cleanup
What: Angst and reconnecting?
Where: Site of the destroyed building
Warnings: Depends on what happens--not much expected
The Grid was scarred, empty and dark where a home had so recently stood. Yori wrapped her arms around herself, clenched her fingers forcefully into her own sleeves, and stared dry-eyed at the remains.
She'd met many of the Isos and Basics who lived there, had greeted Nirana in person on her arrival, as she'd greeted so many...and now Nirana was gone, again, derezzed in the first blast. Twice a miracle, birth and reappearance here, now gone in one moment's destruction.
She should have known things were going too well.
News of the explosion had taken a while to reach the Portal, but it had brought Yori flying back to the city with reckless speed, fury and despair battling for the upper position.
Tron, Tron...it should have been over!
Yori didn't believe that any of the versions of Rinzler she'd yet seen would do this without some warning sign, but that only made it worse; it meant that for all she knew, the Rinzler who'd struck such a blow to peace in the new Grid was her own Tron. For all the progress the Portal programs had made in differentiating times and worlds for those who wanted out, there was still no way to connect two programs' past except by their own memories.
Somehow she had to find him, had to help him, had to--stop him. She'd failed Tron too many times already.
Clu's code should be shredded for this, the glitch.
Yori shuddered and looked away. Blast Clu. She'd almost begun to hope.
When: Present or near past, after the explosions and some cleanup
What: Angst and reconnecting?
Where: Site of the destroyed building
Warnings: Depends on what happens--not much expected
The Grid was scarred, empty and dark where a home had so recently stood. Yori wrapped her arms around herself, clenched her fingers forcefully into her own sleeves, and stared dry-eyed at the remains.
She'd met many of the Isos and Basics who lived there, had greeted Nirana in person on her arrival, as she'd greeted so many...and now Nirana was gone, again, derezzed in the first blast. Twice a miracle, birth and reappearance here, now gone in one moment's destruction.
She should have known things were going too well.
News of the explosion had taken a while to reach the Portal, but it had brought Yori flying back to the city with reckless speed, fury and despair battling for the upper position.
Tron, Tron...it should have been over!
Yori didn't believe that any of the versions of Rinzler she'd yet seen would do this without some warning sign, but that only made it worse; it meant that for all she knew, the Rinzler who'd struck such a blow to peace in the new Grid was her own Tron. For all the progress the Portal programs had made in differentiating times and worlds for those who wanted out, there was still no way to connect two programs' past except by their own memories.
Somehow she had to find him, had to help him, had to--stop him. She'd failed Tron too many times already.
Clu's code should be shredded for this, the glitch.
Yori shuddered and looked away. Blast Clu. She'd almost begun to hope.