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Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind...

Dec 03, 2011 02:16

WHO: Lizor and you!
WHERE: Around the city. (I left it as open as I could to not limit characters by location that might want to tag :D)
WHEN: Current times! (after he parts ways with Lora in this post)
WHAT: Lizor has been wandering around the core sectors of the city after discovering viral traces at the End of Line club (resulting from this ( Read more... )

wulf (runsinpacks), lizor (disc_warrior), kevin flynn (creator_man), !open, abraxas (threat_detected), location: tron city

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threat_detected December 4 2011, 08:44:22 UTC

The ending was a blessing. A cessation of the Pain as he destabilized completely, and shattered into a burst of yellow voxels, and explosive, corrupted energy.
But somewhere, the fractured, warped psyche still held on. A vestige of command code prompted by the viral compulsion to spread...and spread he did. Through the constructs still bearing his glitching, yellow 'fingerprints' as it were. Through the layered coding of the Grid, to find the closest patch of spreading Pain.

The elevator shaft that bore his signature.

The hissing agony of a conscious mind subjected to the same destabilizing force that took apart program, and construct alike, yet paradoxically unable to completely lose cohesion shrieked up the rerezzing lines of code. Recreating the broken fragments of virus into a shape, a form, a body amassed of cracked, hissing circuits. A piece of the blackened, glitching constructs pulled away from the alley wall, and staggered on none too steady legs two steps until Abraxas collided with the opposite wall.

No, no, no, no! ( ... )

disc_warrior December 4 2011, 20:01:29 UTC

Lizor had been close to home after a long city sector wide meandering patrol, finally deciding that maybe perhaps getting rest in his own bed was best. The glittering map hex in his hand had enough substantial data that he could send to Anon and the active Tron's and even Boomer. There were plenty of sectors he didn't get to check out however - but he was only one program, and the city was so large. He planned on using his off-time after getting rest to go over to those unchecked sectors and update the map.

The sudden sound chilled him right down to his source code.

His planning and processes came to a halt, and he stopped in his tracks - glancing around alertly with narrowed eyes. A flicker caught his eye from a nearby alley and he slowly walked over to get a better line of sight inside despite his scans screaming warnings...

THE VIRUS!Again, he stopped in his tracks - the alley had been one of the first areas he had mapped after noting the damage at the End of Line a short walking distance away. Now....the tall black body...the ( ... )

threat_detected December 5 2011, 08:07:26 UTC

Unfortunately it's that movement that causes Abraxas' attention to snap toward the retreating program.
The black helm fixed on Lizor, and like any predator focusing on prey, the faceless mask betrayed nothing. No, it was the tensing of broad shoulders, and the viral command prompt screaming through Abraxas' code that has the rest of his body following to turn, and home in.

"What are you looking at?!"

Not waiting for a reply to the demand, one of those clawed hands reaches over Abraxas' shoulder to undock his damaged disk. It was supremely uncomfortable to even try to keep the thing in dock anyway, and only by virtue of the new rezz was it there in the first place.
Advancing on Lizor, Abraxas' cloak fanned behind him, making him look like some warped bird of prey spreading it's night-black, corrupted wings to frighten it's prey into freezing.
This, of course, is not the intent. There is no intent. Only the focus on a fix to relieve even a small portion of the relentless Pain ( ... )

disc_warrior December 6 2011, 09:05:14 UTC

Lizor's face did not show the twinge of fear that he felt shiver through his code as the virus' full attention locked on him, instead it hardened into a mask of focused intensity, ready to defend himself. If he was lucky he might be able to slow him down enough to get away. In the meantime, all extraneous processes cancelled out as his combat instincts took over - leaving him in a sense of chilling calm. The same calm that helped him survive in Clu's games.

The moment the virus reached back for his disc, the warrior's disc was in his hand and flaring at full power without much conscious thought - his helm rezzing with its clear face guard sliding into place. His awareness and scans spread out around him, and he was grateful there was no one in the immediate vicinity. It was a quiet part of the cycle - less chances of anyone getting hurt or worse on the outskirts of the fight. He had to either slow Abraxas down or use the environment to his advantage. Get him in somewhere tight to cut off his long range. However, the danger of that ( ... )

threat_detected December 7 2011, 20:01:22 UTC

Lizor might, indeed, be a part of the security staff, but there are precious few programs on the Grid equipped to actually handle Abraxas in a one on one fight ( ... )

disc_warrior December 8 2011, 07:28:55 UTC

Coming up out of his evasive roll into a crouching stance, Lizor's eyes widened a fraction as his disc was swatted away with no effort as if the Virus had smacked aside a Bit. He had put a bit of power into that strike too....this was just ( ... )

threat_detected December 12 2011, 07:07:14 UTC

That was always the fundamental problem with any program facing Abraxas, save a very few specifically written to deal with viruses; speed, and strength. Furthermore, Abraxas was an Isomorphic Algorithm. One that had been warped into something horrifying...but it mean that he could evolve. Adapt, and overcome obstacles. Be it in combat, or in simple patterning. Which, truly, meant that he was far closer to a User world virus than a digital one at this point.

Lizor was knocked back, knocked down, and barely avoided the secondary swipe with that fractured, yellowed disk by rolling backwards, and regaining his footing in a crouch, but where he stayed low, Abraxas went high.
Another shift of weight, carrying through on the same inexorable forward momentum had Abraxas standing in one fluid move, and now towering over Lizor to bring his disk downward and from the right in another powerful strike ( ... )

disc_warrior December 13 2011, 04:46:03 UTC

There literally was no time to process anything. Only react. Lizor's disc came up as Abraxas' disc came down - eyes flared wide and jaw clenched as he prepared to try to deflect the blow and try to again, retreat back. The last time may or may not have damaged his disc (though thankfully the edge was still lit and armed) - User knew what this one would do ( ... )

threat_detected December 15 2011, 06:10:09 UTC

The program was strong, strong enough that the viral coding was having to fight against the defensive cohesion in Lizor to get at the program's disk. That was alright though. That, in fact, had been the point.

"Louder, I didn't quite catch that!"

The program screamed, loud, and long, and pained as his ( it, it, only a thing, only a fix to spread the Pain to ) face shield melted, as his face burned. Thrashing with the harsh, viral override now. Not long before there would be nothing left of it.
Abraxas even let out a chilling bark of mirthless laughter when Lizor's hands tried to grab at his forearm, and only came away equally as corrupted.

Surface render was flickering, yellow sparks rioting through face, and head. Oh, but holding on longer would mean a quicker derezz. No, not for this foolish program.
Drawing his arm in, Abraxas' warped voice whispered, in a complete perversion of empathy, at the little hitching, gagging sounds Lizor was making.

"You see nothing. You will see nothing. And before the end comes, you will know ( ... )

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